“Do your own nails now, darling. Use this color today.”
While I paint myself with a sunshine-bright yellow lacquer Mistress lays out matching lingerie for me that she’s clearly purchased just recently.
Never have I seen so many frills, ruffles, ribbons, scalloped edges and lace panels. Amelia dresses me in this outlandishly girlish outfit, for once neglecting to make me wear panties or even a g-string. After tightening the flowery yellow girdle worse than ever and locking on my en pointe shoes she opens a box I’ve never seen before. From this she withdraws something that makes my face blush more furiously yet.
It’s a wig: a maize-blonde hairpiece of elaborate Shirley Temple curls. After pulling this snugly down over my short brown hair she arranges it all precisely and then buckles on
