All Dressed Up With Somewhere to Go

Mistress and slave have been in a dress down phase in the last couple of years. My semi-job, after retirement, rarely requires me to wear a tie, let alone a suit.  My closet has been reduced to only two: available for weddings and funerals.

Likewise, Mistress's current business does not require suits, hose  or other overly polished looks.

So it was rare that on Saturday night we were headed out for an evening affair sponsored by one of her clients. I was informed that I would wear a suit and tie. And she unearthed an older but very elegant dress to wear from the depths of her still generous closet.

But of course, an elegant dress deserves a likewise elegant foundation.

"What do you think, slave", she asked, as she called attention to the undergarment she had selected.

"Wow.  Nice Mistress.  Lovely."

I snapped a picture as she posed to examine her selection in our bedroom mirror.

And of course, Mistress was the loveliest woman in the room on Saturday, the ballroom of our local historic music hall. She turned more than a few heads, men and a few women.

My good fortune was that she came home with me, and slept the night in that fetching lingerie.