Womanhood for Jenny

Panties, bra, the tight open bottomed girdle He liked her in, black nylons, a soft blue dress, and white four inch high heels were her wardrobe for today. He allowed her to prepare breakfast without makeup. That was her first duty after breakfast, though, even before doing up the dishes.

The snug fit of the bra and figure control of the girdle were comforting as she smoothed the stockings up her legs and fastened the six thick garters. Master preferred what He termed, "working whore garters" to the skimpy 'lingerie garters.' "Wide garter straps are for 'go' instead of 'show.'" Master's tastes and desires were definite and non-negotiable, which suited jenny perfectly.

Once her heels were on, jenny flexed her legs and took short mincing steps on the balls of her feet to keep the stilettos from clicking on the floor until she reached the kitchen.

A flick of the switch started the coffee maker loaded the night before, She put a skillet on the stove, got out a bowl and everything else needed to make French toast and bacon.

When Master's alarm went off, reflexively jenny looked to the kitchen clock, confirming the time. Yes, everything was on schedule. He would be pleased.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Master came up behind her, gripped her waist from behind and gave her a slit-tingling kiss on the back of her neck.

"O-o-o-ohh, good morning, Master," she garbled.

"Good morning, my lovely slut. You look delightful today. If I didn't have to be in Court this morning...."

"Naughty, naughty, Master," she bantered, but secretly pleased. He obviously approved her choice of clothes.

As He sat down at the table, she brought Him a steaming mug of the rich coffee. Sipping slowly, He admired the curves of black nylon as her legs moved about in the high heels. He thought about how lucky He was to have found such a perfect submissive woman to share His life with. Her love, and complete devotion to their S and M lifestyle far overshadowed her lack of a vagina.