Another work day at the Joneston’s started with the alarm at 6am.I got out of bed, went through my routine, of showering and shaving, lotion on my skin and then proceeding to step into, slide on, slither over, and filling as necessary to be the pretty Leesa that Willie and Emma loved and tolerated.
I drove to work and parked as usual. The day was looking to be pretty nice; it was June after all. I strolled into the house but my heart just wasn’t in it.In the kitchen puttering around was Willie.He greeted me with a big smile and hearty ‘How do you do?’.I answered I was fine and thank you for asking.I then inquired how HE was and what was he doing in my kitchen, this early in the morning.Willie replied “I was hankering for a cuppa joe and it wasn’t time for us to eat yet so I just helped myself.”I managed to wince out a smile and shooed him out so I could get to work. The last think I wanted was to deal with Mistress today.I glanced at the calendar and noted she had nothing on her agenda.Damn.
I prepped everything as I always did, and at the precise time I brought breakfast to the Jonestons, in their study, as I always have.Mistress was as dour as she always is and Willie was as jovial as he always has been.I set the tray down and excused myself to the kitchen.
As the day went by and I toiled at my duties, Mistress approached and asked “Leesa, are you okay today?”I was in shock that she would ask me that and in a tone that almost sounded like she cared what the answer might be!I replied “Yes Ma’am.I’m fine thank you.”As I was in the master bedroom doing the bedding, she walked over and grabbed one end of the sheet I was starting to straighten and helped line it up on the mattress.As she helped, I was queried, “Are you sure everything is okay? You seem a bit down.”“Yes Ma’am. Everything is good. Thank you.” I answered.Mistress walked around the bed, put her arm around my shoulders and said “If there’s ever anything you need, you can come to me.”I almost wanted to cry but there was no way, would I ever reveal my emotions to this lady.I’ve never been treated as anything more than a servant to her and I honestly didn’t trust her.I bucked up and said, “I will remember that, thank you.” And went back to the task at hand.Emma Joneston left the room and left me shaking my head, as I finished with the pillows and bedspread.
Willie and I bumped into each other a couple of times throughout the day and each time he had a smile on his face.He kept telling me to cheer up. I looked so preoccupied.I would smile and tell him “Yes Master Joneston, I’ll cheer up.” To which he would chide me for being sarcastic and give me a pat on the behind.After the 4th or 5th time of us ‘bumping into each other’, I called him out and said “Master, I don’t think this is at all random. You seem to be following me.”“Willie” he said. “Call me Willie” I repeated myself saying “Willie, I don’t think these are random meets. You seem to be following me.”He reached for my hand, pulled me to the nearest bedroom which was a guest room that was on the list for clean linens, and shut the door.I asked “Dear Willie, what is going on?”Ol’ man Joneston came to me, kissed me a couple of pecks and reached around to unzip my skirt.He finished that task then grabbing the hem, started to pull it down off my hips. I gave a little shimmy-shake to help it along but the satin lined waist slipped smoothly over the satiny nylon girdle I wore today.With powerful hands and arms, I was lifted onto the bed.My foot was lifted to his chest where he unbuckled the strap of my shoe, and pulled it off. Holding my foot with his hands he guided it to his mouth where, my nylon clad toes were sucked into and sucked on, by his wet mouth.As my feet were begin played with, he rubbed my calf and ran his hands as far up my leg as the top of my stockings. He caressed my smooth thigh that resided between my nylons and my panty.I was beginning to become aroused and he stopped long enough to say to me “Leesa, I think you’re getting to be as horny as I.”
