After wiping off my make-up, we went off to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Two things kept running through my mind. I was mystified what Mistress’s treat from Sir would be, but I was also excited that I would be dressed as Jenny and, maybe, be let into their room and get a peek of Master servicing Mistress Anna; would she be dressed as sexily as the last time?
Next day, after a unproductive day at the office, where I just couldn’t concentrate, I rushed home to find that my Mistress was already upstairs. As their bedroom door was locked, I knocked on the door and waited. “Oh, is that Jenny? If you go into your room, you will find everything you need” “Thank you Miss,” I replied. I almost floated into my room with excitement, where I found the makeup that we had practiced with last night on the compact dressing table and some clothes selected for me laid out on the bed. I put on my eyelashes and eyeliner and after looking at the clothes, chose a deep pink lipstick, and little bit of matching blusher. Then I put on the white lace bralette, matching French knickers, and white lace topped polka dot hold-up stockings. The white satin blouse and navy-blue short pencil skirt fitted perfectly. Peeking out from under the bed I found some patent Mary-Jane shoes in the same colour as the skirt. At that moment, Mistress Anna walked in, “Oh good, you found the shoes. I chose them as they are not too high, only 2 or 3”. You’ll need some more practice before we get you in 6” spike heels.” She giggled, “Besides you are quite tall in those already, aren’t you?” While she was talking, I finished off my look by putting on false nails that matched my lipstick. After looking me over with a nod, Mistress said; “I think you need some jewellery too. Let me see what I can find you.” She came back in with a little crucifix on a fine gold chain and matching sleepers. When I we first met when we were younger, I used to wear earing in both ears, as was the trend at the time. “I am sure your ears won’t have closed up” Sure enough, without any effort she put the sleepers in and made me turn around so she could put on the chain. Finally, we decided to keep my hair down. I was proud of my hair, I had always worn it long – down to my shoulders- but usually in a ponytail and, although it had gone grey, it was still thick and in shiny. After some brushing, With the way I was dressed and made up, when I looked in the mirror I thought it looked like I had had a trendy ash blonde tint. “Well, you are certainly ready for our visitor,” said Mistress, “I just have one last thing to do.” She went to our bathroom with a clutch bag I hadn’t seen before. I thought it might be make up, but then heard the loo flush a couple of times before Mistress came out and said, “Now I am pure in mind and body I am ready for anything.” At that moment, the doorbell rang. I was a little confused, normally Master Peter let himself in, why was he waiting there? Mistress obviously caught my thoughts, “Oh you are a silly girl, Jenny. He wants you to let him in like a good maid.” “Sorry Mistress, I will do it right away. Miss” I went as quick as I could but I had to deal with the unfamiliar sensation of walking in heels and the fact that if my stride was too big my tight pencil skirt began to ride over my stocking tops revealing my little pink cock cage and are white bum. After Master had rung the bell twice more impatiently, I finally got to the door. Straightening my blouse and skirt I opened the door and Master Peter strode in. Without a word, he started looking me over with a wolfish look in his eye. He lifted his index finger and waved it round. I followed his unspoken command and slowly spun round so he could inspect me. “Very nice, very nice,” was his only comment, but it was accompanied by a squeeze of my bum. I couldn’t help but squirm a little under his firm grip. With that he said, “Right my little sissy, you have a treat in store. I am going to show you what a slut I am making of your wife.” He took my hand and led me upstairs.
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