Elizabeth's Son-in law Day 03
I'd just finished my morning bathroom visit when Elizabeth burst into my room.
"Today's my day, and I want something special. Come."
I followed her to her bedroom. Crap! Did the 'matribitch' want sex for her birthday? I swear my pecker shrank so much at the terrible thought, if not for the ring around my balls my cage would have fallen off right then and there.
"Take off your nightie.' I shook so much I almost got tangled in the long pink satin sheath. She pointed at her unmade bed. Fuck.
"Put that on. I'll help you."
On the bed was a tangle of black leather straps. it was a body harness. I'd never seen one in real life.
Straps went around my upper thighs. There was a soft leather pouch for my jewels. There was a web of leather straps around my torso and over my shoulders. It's collar locked behind my neck, and dangling from the collar on leather straps were leather cuffs just above waist height. Elizabeth locked the cuffs to my wrists.
She handed me my extreme spike heel hobble chained ankle straps. "Sit there and put them on." It was a low back arm less swivel chair in front of her makeup table. I struggled, with the wrist cuffs restricting my reach, but managed to get them on, so she could lock them.
"Sit still." Elizabeth began applying my makeup. Including putting the same sparkly lip gloss on my nipples she used in my lips and eye shadow.
When she swiveled my chair to face the mirror I was shocked to see the over made up slut looking back.
"Glue these on," she dropped a package of long metal flake pink nails on the table, "then come down and make our breakfast."
By mid afternoon I was panicking as I did my chores, wondering if I'd still be dressed like this when the children arrived for her party. But eventually she removed the padlocks and told me to, "put on something decent, but DO NOT change your face."
I changed to the same pink floral print dress and shoes I wore here the other day.
Elsa's sister Catherine is the first to arrive with her son, Chris. Cathy is wearing a white blouse and a dove grey knee length pleated skirt, with white three inch heel round toe pumps.
Her son, (who is often a little girl) a robin egg blue short sleeve below the knees dress with a Peter Pan collar, knee high socks and light blue flats.
"There's my little Chris! Come give your old granny a hug."
Just as I finished hanging up Catherine's mink and Chris's jacket, Elsa and the girls arrived. She was wearing a creme puff sleeve sweater and and ankle length tan linen skirt with tan two inch block heel pumps.
The girls were dressed similarly to Chris, in matching yellow dresses. They gave Elizabeth a hug and a kiss.
As we all sat down in the living room, Beth, our eight year old said, in a loud voice, "Daddy, what on earth were you thinking when you put on your makeup?" From the mouths of angels.
"Is there something wrong with my makeup?"
"Oh daddy, really? You look like a clown."
"That'll be enough Bethany!"
"But Mommy!"
"I said, enough." Quietly.
"Yes mother."
"Why don't you children go to the family room. Chris, you're big enough to reach the games in the closet."
They all stampeded out.
"Yes dear, Beth is right. What were you thinking?"
"That was my choice. I needed her humiliated so she knows her position in my family."
"Oh," End of discussion. They went on to talk about other matters. Like Catherine's work, and Elizabeth's plan to sell her car and quit driving.
"The children are awfully quiet. You better go check on them."
"Yes Elizabeth."
When I got back to the living room. "Come at noon on Friday. I arranged everything. We'll tell her when we her her there." They saw me and there was a pregnant pause.
"Tell who, what?"
"Never mind dear."
"What were the children dong?" said Catherine, to change the subject.
"Watching a movie. That 'Little Mermaid' one.
All in all it was a pretty nice time. The children all behaved, there was no family drama.
Catherine said, "Tomorrows a school day, time to get you home Christopher."
"Aw, mom!"
"Yes girls. Is everything put away in the family room?" Said Elsa.
"Yes mom."
Everyone hugged and kissed. When they were all off, I started cleaning up.
Elizabeth was watching TV in the den when I finished.
"All cleaned up, dear? You may go to your room. I'll help you with your harness in the morning."
"Thank you Elizabeth."
As I headed to my room I realized she'd called me 'dear', and hadn't beat me all day.
(note) Because of the present of the children this was a bit dull, but tomorrow our 'girl' will have a more "interesting" day.
In the morning, Elizabeth requested to assist me in removing the leather body harness and humiliating bondage gear, a stark contrast to the previous night's treatment. The harness, complete with a soft leather pouch and leather cuffs, had left visible marks on my body.
On Day 03, Elizabeth's son-in-law found himself in a peculiar situation, dressed in extreme spike heel hobble chained ankle straps and leather cuffs, waiting to prepare breakfast while Elizabeth applied glittery lip gloss and eye shadow on his nipples.