Admissions

"You wouldn't." I said believing it.

"Oh really..." she let that hang, "maybe not." "So where is the nearest lingerie store?"

"There is a Victoria's Secret about a mile away."

"Perfect, that will give us some time to talk on the way."

"So what do you want to buy from Victoria's Secret, Steven," she almost sneered as I reached the sidewalk.

"Whatever you tell me to Mistress," trying to grasp what I was actually doing out of work at that time of day, apparently going to by lingerie in public for myself, but jumping into our former play-roles.

"I am not your mistress yet. You will have to demonstrate that. I want to know what you have thought about wearing and what you want to buy for yourself."

"That is really two different questions isn't it?"

"This is not your game. I thought you understood that. This is your warning." The phone went dead.

Now it was my turn to put up or shut up. This was my one opportunity. Even as I told myself that, categorized the situation as an opportunity, I knew I had to play it out, just like I had to dial back the caller id several years before (wow - years). "Michelle?"

"Yes." still frosty.

"I would like to wear a thong with a full front." Still nothing. "Please come to Victoria's Secret and help me pick out the right thing for me to wear. I have thought about a pink or white lace front."

"Better. Now you sound like the slut you are."

"I would be for you."

"You are with or without me, but now I have decided to take advantage of it. What else have you thought of using to dress up, Steven." purposefully saying my name more clearly. There seemed to be a lull in the traffic and I thought that her end of the line was not as clear as it had been before.

"Stockings."

"Really?"

"Yes, Michelle."