Caitlin and Mistress Vicky Chapter 3

I was sitting nervously in front of the mirror in the newly decorated guest room. Chad was set to arrive in half an hour. My wife was getting ready in what was for now our bedroom. She had told me to dress up for the occasion, though I was still to wear my maid's outfit. I opened my jewelry box and tried to decide how to accessorize.

I selected a lace choker with a teardrop-shaped diamond. Fastening it around my neck, I checked my appearance again. My blonde hair was nicely done in a ponytail with two long bangs on either side of my face. Some tastefully applied light blue eyeshadow set off my eyes and a cherry-tasting lipgloss had made my lips quite shiny. Without careful examination, I looked like a fairly attractive woman and I knew Vicky would be pleased. As a finishing touch, I picked up the bottle of Princess perfume by Vera Wang (given to me with a bit of a smirk by my wife) and dabbed at my wrists and below my ears. Perfect!

I glanced around at the guest room. A stranger might have guessed that it belonged to a teenage girl. Liberal amounts of pink and white were all around me, from the curtains to the posters. Vicky said that I would be allowed to decorate it, but that turned out to be only a choice between several things she picked out for me. Between a poster of cartoon ponies and a poster of some kid named Justin Bieber, (apparently he was popular) I picked the second one.

The one thing I appreciated was the large white canopied bed. After confessing to my wife that I had always been jealous of my sister's bed when I was younger, she bought one that was very similar. I was actually quite keen to sleep in it; the soft mattress and transparent lace curtains looked inviting. There would be plenty of time to try it out later though, until then I had some unwelcome tasks ahead of me.

Standing up, I gave my image one last glance and headed to our bedroom, intentionally not looking at what was laying on top of the dresser. For once I appreciated my high heels clacking on the hardwood floor, as it would help ensure that I didn't end up peeping at Vicky.