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The Night Mistress brought her boyfriend Home
The day was ordinary in the most mind numbing way. I had completed my chores and was working on dinner when I heard the door open. I was in my full uniform; form fitting, assless yoga pants, thong underwear, collar and exposed chest. My heart raced at the thought of being with my Mistress again when I heard the other voice. A deep voice. A man. My heart caught in my throat at the unknown intrusion. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why Was He Here? How dare he invade our sanctuary? My anger rose dramatically until I heard laughing. A shared laugh at a shared joke. I knew Mistress had a life outside of the house that I wasn't fully privy to but this!? I slowly crept to the corner, desperately trying to see without being seen. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about him either. He was sort of handsome in a boyish way; blonde hair cut long on top but matched his shirt cropped beard on the sides and back. His business shirt suggested that he and Mistress worked together. His dress pants and his shoes shined mirror only black confirmed it. Mistress was talking with him and caught me looking at them out of the corner of her eye and gently touched him on the chest. A familiar gesture, done many times before. My heart thundered in my chest but I slunk back to the stove, mind reeling from the revelations and possibilities.