yes

"You mean, I'll have to call you 'mistress' in front of the kids?" I ask doubtfully.

"If you can't, then I also won't take them to school!" Liza retorts.

"Okay," I finally agree. "I'll do anything you want, mistress."

"That's better," she says with an amused look. "Now, the first thing you will do, ****, is to dress only in your boxers whenever I'm around."

"Yes, mistress." I say as I undress until only my boxers remain.

My phone rings. I know it's Sheila. "What will I say to Sheila, mistress?" I ask, handing over the phone to her.

Liza answers the phone. "This is Liza... ... no, not for now... ... I'm the mistress of the house... ... when?... ... okay, make that an hour... ... rubber or leather will do... ... sure, sure, we'll have fun... ... really? me too... ... bye."

"What was that about?" I ask.

"You're showing disrespect, ****. You have to say 'mistress' every time you address me. Now get on your knees and show me your ass!"

"Yes, mistress." I say as I get on all fours and pull down my boxers.