Stacey

"What's that noise?" asked Stacey. There was a background hum and a regular dull tapping noise coming from somewhere. I tried to listen, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

"Oh that's the cleaning staff preparing the restaurant upstairs for tonight. They'll be finished shortly, but this won't take long." Doctor Mistress turned back to Miss Summer, "will it Miss Summer".

"I hope not, that drink seems to have gone to my head."

"I'm sure it is having a wonderful effect, but as a doctor, I should check. Shouldn't I?" I could feel the dangerous playfulness of Mistress F just under the surface, like an Orca on the hunt.

"I suppose that makes sense." Conceded Miss Summer. "Just look into my eyes and let your breathing become slow, comfortable and deep."

Mistress F continued to hold Miss Summer's gaze as she addressed Mr Stacey Reve. "Why aren't you wearing your hair, my dear?"

I felt like I might fall off this chair, down where I belonged. I couldn't make any sense of what Mistress F was saying. Then I heard the twin click-snap-thud of the two latches being released on a briefcase. My head rolled over to see what Stacey was doing. He extracted a long platinum blond wig with straight hair. I guess he didn't need a wig-cap with his limited foliage. Sheepishly he flipped the wig upside down, and then with a fluid gesture that showed that this wasn't his first time, he flicked it up and over his head.

Miss Summer continued to gaze into Mistress F's eyes as Stacey adjusted her wig. Again without breaking her gaze Mistress F praised Stacey with a warm rich, "Good girl." Stacey's shoulders shivered and her head recoiled in pride.

"Now girls," Mistress F lightly gestured to the table between us, "both of you table position, on the table." I felt myself crawling onto the table even before she had finished the command. The square sturdy furniture could have been made for Stacey and I. Between us we filled it almost completely.

I imagined my wife staring at our behinds, confused and bewildered. Mistress F stood with and I noticed that she had retried something from under the sofa. "As you can see Miss Summer my good girls know, " she paused to correct herself, "almost always know," something moved rapidly through the air and Stacey battled and partially failed to contain the pain. "how to obey me. I'm sure that you have some questions, and everything will become clear in good time." Mistress F made two clicking sounds with her mouth that sounded like, "tick, tock."

"Slaves you can stop pretending now and prepare yourselves for presentation." Mistress F sat in Stacey's chair next to Miss Summer and began to whisper in her ear while Stacey and I, with almost military precision dismounted the table, stood and began to strip.

Each item of clothing was folded and place on the table, in a neat pile. I could hear Miss Summer swallowing, but I didn't dare look at her for fear that Mistress F would be displeased. I could occasionally see Miss Summer's head nod as Mistress F continued to talk into her mind.

Inevitably, Stacey and I ended up naked, standing facing each other. Between us, on the table were two piles of neatly folded costumes, with a watch and a ring on top of each pile. We both stood with our hands behind out head, elbows pointing out to the side and our feet spread precariously wide so that we had one foot positioned under each elbow.