Day 2: Elizabeth's Son-in-Law
In the morning, I cleaned the basement, dressed in a plain short-sleeve dove grey dress. It reached my calves, and I wore dark grey round-toe flats.
Post-lunch, Elizabeth instructed me to wear a bra, panties, and a lace top with white nylons. She fastened hobble ankle straps and a black satin maid's dress over me.
"A bit more blush on your cheeks, and I bought you this slutty pink lipstick because you're just a cheap whore, aren't you?" she said.
I blushed and looked down.
"I SAID, aren't you!"
"Yes, Elizabeth."
"Now, go back to work and dust the living room thoroughly. Be careful with my collection."
"Yes, Elizabeth."
The collection consisted of a half dozen ceramic statuettes featuring eighteenth-century nobility. The ladies wore elegant gowns and men wore polished shoes with large buckles and coats with tails. However, if you viewed them from a specific angle, their fans covered their open dresses, and they had two fingers in their cunts. One of the gentlemen held his feathered hat to conceal his erect penis from sight.
A knock at the door interrupted us.
"You, go answer the door."
"Yes, Elizabeth."
On the porch stood Doris and Marsha. Doris sported an ankle-length red fox fur, while Marsha wore a flowing grey satin cape with silver trim.
"Please, come in, ladies. May I take your coats?"
They were two elderly, conservatively-dressed women: Doris in a pastel green blouse and a smoky green ankle-length pleated skirt, pearl necklace and earrings, and bracelet. Marsha wore a mid-calf-length, long-sleeved dark blue dress with a grid of tiny white diamonds, a silver-chain earring brush, and a short gold chain necklace.
I had seen them before. They lived a few houses north of Elizabeth, and were semi-retired lawyers.
Elizabeth and the women shared cheek kisses. After hanging their furs, they directed themselves towards the living room.
"Coffee, tea, or something stronger?" I asked.
"Coffee would be lovely."
"Go make coffee and some biscuits."
"Yes, Elizabeth."
"Ms. Marsha, come here. Let me get a good look at you."
"Yes, Mam."
"Turn around slowly, dear. Let me get a good look at you."
I blushed.
"I love the hobble chain between her shoes. Nice legs," said Doris.
I blushed more.
"What do you say to the lady?" Elizabeth growled.
"Thank you, Mistress Doris."
"Mistress Doris," she purred, "Come closer."
Her hand moved up my inner thigh, inching under my dress's hem. I looked down.
"Proper posture, chin up, eyes straight ahead!" commanded Elizabeth.
"Yes, Mistress Doris."
Doris fondled my balls through the porous fabric of my panties.
Marsha scooted over, leaving space between her and Doris on the couch. "Sit here, dear."
As they sipped their coffee and discussed politics at "the club," my mind wandered. I was unaware of their conversation as the president of the club was referred to as "Grand Mistress" or "Grand Master."
"Pardon, Mistress Doris?" I realized she had said something to me.
"Are you a cocksucker, dear?"
"No, Mistress Doris."
"Oh, so adamant. Are you sure, dear? You dress like an ass-kisser." Elizabeth commented on the juxtaposition between Marsha's soft, gentle voice and her jagged words.
"No, no, Mistress Doris. Really straight, um..." I caught myself babbling.
"Pity, isn't it?" Doris shared.
"I agree." Marsha concurred.
"I remember," Doris elaborated, "my first marriage to a cocksucker. I didn't know."
"You've never mentioned this before," Elizabeth questioned.
"Well, I went to a gay bar (at his request)," Doris explained, "and I didn't think much of it when Dick needed to use the bathroom.
"But after one more beer, he had to pee again, so I followed him to the 'men's.' And indeed, there he was on his knees, blowing a big, firm cock.
"I returned to our table in silence. When we were cuddling in bed later, I inquired about his habits: 'How long have you been a cocksucker?'
"I then purchased my first strap-on, which he'd suck, along with a spirited pegging with it if he was a good boy."
"Ugh, no way. Our sex life was the only thing we liked about each other in the end."
Then I met my Marsha."
Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to ask, "How long have you two been together?"
"Oh, for quite some time." Purred Marsha. "And then when same-sex marriage was legalized, we got married."
After the ladies left, Elizabeth supervised me as I prepared dinner. She was silent through the meal. She unlocked my dress zipper but not my shoes and got me to my room.
I took off my dress and was reaching for my nightgown when Marsha entered my room, stroking her cane lovingly. She had a sparkle in her eye.
"You didn't ask my guests' permission before asking them a personal question. You should know better."
"Yes, Elizabeth."
"Get over the bed."
"Yes, Elizabeth." I gasped.
Ten hard swats with her cane.
I slipped into my nightgown and managed to fall asleep with a sore bottom and locked-in high heels.