Before we got too far, she stopped suddenly and said, "As much as I love this I think we both need to go get dressed. I put out what I want you to wea...." Wow, she never takes control like that. Although she seemed to enjoy my dressing she rarely took an active role in what I wore. "Go put on what I picked out for you and get dressed and I'll do the same." I went in to get dressed and found a sheer black nighty with a black bra, black panties, black stockings, and a red wig. Something about. We talked like we hadn't in a long while and I found out that even though there were a few girls that Jason was interested in he wasn't seeing anyone and he hasn't even tried asking any of them out yet. And then we went home and watched some On Demand movies before it was time to head to bed. I was trying decide whether or not I should ask Jason to stay with me again tonight or not. I still didn't want to be alone but I wasn't sure if it was right for the two of us to being sharing the same bed. She gets up knowing she won't be able to sleep, her insomnia, keeping her up again. "3rd time this damn week." she mutters shuffling out their bedroom heading down stairs to the kitchen.She opens the fridge looking at all the food, trying to figure out if she's hungry. Micheal pulls out a Tupperware container, opening the top. She quirks her lips looking at the hour' derves left over from the party Myrtle threw for her and Jarod 2 nights ago. She sits down at the table with the container and a. This is something you need to discuss with her.”“Yes ... but–” He was cut off by a voice that came from behind me.“You’re a house slave, and you’re not ready to be used in the way you’ve seen us use others.”I turned and watched Edith walk into the room. The look of shock on his face from being in the presence of his Mistress was quickly replaced by one of dejection when he heard the answer to his request.“Yes, Ma’am,” he said solemnly.“Now leave us,” she snapped. We waited while he.