“What did you call me?! You will address me as Mistress Red, or Mistress. Do you understand?” I’m a little stunned at this sudden twist. I hear...a click as you switch on the light then remove my blindfold. I squint at the brightness before I can open my eyes fully. You move into my view and I am amazed, and aroused even more. My gaze starts from the floor. Red heels, black stockings, red panties, black and red corset barely holding your ample bosom, deep red lipstick, thick black eye makeup,. Oddly, she didn’t feel the least bit guilty. Her time with Eric was completely compartmentalized from the rest of her life. It didn’t lessen her love for her husband or her obligations to her children or disrupt her general sense of right and wrong. It was this thing that existed that was totally hers and separate from everything else and she loved it. Different conversation, different routine, different man, different cock, different surroundings. Not better; just different. The sheer. “Just curious. See you in the morning.”She didn’t see him in the morning though. She actually didn’t see anyone. She’d forgotten to set the alarm on her phone and there was a note on the table from Christa telling her to make herself at home and just lock the door on her way out. She changed and folded her blankets, heating some of the coffee that had been made early that morning. When she left she went home to shower and finish putting up her decorations. When she finished struggling with the. She gazed up at Lila who was closing up her computer and putting it to the side. "Did you finish the stories?" Patricia asked."Yes," Lila said, stretching and causing her pert nipples to thrust at the silk robe."Do you know who wrote the stories?" I believe so," said "Lila. The writing reminds me of a girl in my last period class named Amelia Lockhart." Oh, Amelia," Patricia said thoughtfully. Her hands stopped pawing at her privates for a second."What about her?" asked Lila."Nothing really, I.