P.A. for a Day

Without even waiting for him to ring the doorbell, someone inside the house pressed a switch and the door swung open. Charles stepped into the small brightly lit hallway and heard the soft click of the door as it closed behind him. There was no escape now, his life was at Mistress's disposal for the remainder of the day.

Turning to his right he entered the room which Mistress used as her office and stopped just inside the doorway. As usual Mistress was seated in her armchair at the far corner opposite him. A small side table on her left held a tall glass of white wine and a riding crop.

Mistress herself was wearing a long black silk wrap. Her shoulder length black hair was brushed back from her face. A pair of black lycra gloves encasing her hands. From his previous visits, Charles knew that they were probably Mistress's favourite style of evening gloves which reached almost to her shoulders.

Mistress nodded in welcome. At that, Charles laid his document case on the desk beside him and crossed the room to stand before her. Although Mistress sat impassively, he knew she was closely studying him from under those magnificent long black eyelashes.

Apparently satisfied with what she saw, Mistress nodded and Charles removed his jacket, placing it on a hanger and then slipped his feet out off his moccasins. Holding his gaze, Mistress settled lower in her armchair. He removed his tie and undid the top button of his shirt before undoing his belt and letting his pants sink to the floor. Stepping out of the heap of fallen pants he stood before Mistress, his elegant long legs encased in black nylon stockings. Mistress made his wear stockings made from a blend of nylon and lycra as their clinging tightness emphasised the beauty of his legs. She nodded to her right and he crossed over and picked up a pair of red high heels which Mistress had selected for him to wear that day.

Charles slipped the shoes on and after a few teetering steps to get used to the heels, resumed his place before Mistress.