Chapter 16

I heard Aunt Liz’s car pulling into her driveway, so I scampered, as best as I could in the heels, to greet her at the front door. I had time to take a few deep, nervous breaths to calm myself before the door opened, and my aunt strolled in, looking at least a million dollars. I still find it breathtaking just how effortlessly glamorous and beautiful my aunt is.

Aunty Liz took two steps into her foyer before stopping. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in how I looked, and then that tiny, quirked smile that I so adore appeared. She held her hand out and indicated I should twirl, which I’m sure I inelegantly did. “Hmm, my love,” she hummed. “Nice, very nice. I’m guessing you’d like something done with your hair and perhaps to get makeup lessons?”

I nodded shyly before responding, “If it pleases you for me to do so, Mistress Donnelly, then yes. I’d like that.”

“It’s not solely about what I want, little one,” she told me. “It’s also about you finding your way.”

“Pleasing you is my way,” I said quietly, knowing it was true.

“Then, know that you have,” Aunty Liz said warmly before enveloping me in a hug that deliciously squeezed my head between her enormous rack. I inhaled deeply, revelling in the warm sandalwood smell of her body lotion and the slightly flowery scent of her understated perfume.

Have I mentioned trying to achieve an erection when you’re taped away is a bad idea?”

Oh, that’s when I began calling my aunt Mistress Donnelly most of the time. She accepted the change without saying anything, but I noticed that slight smile again every time I called her that.

An unknown time later, I woke up sitting in Mistress Donnelly’s lap. I must have blissed out because I have no recollection of how I got there. However, I rested against my aunt’s enormous bosom, blissfully aware of nothing but how good it felt and how close my lips were to her conical, diamond-tipped nipple. Mistress Donnelly’s hands stroked deliciously along my sides, occasionally dropping to explore my satin-smooth upper thighs and squeezing my small, shapely bum.

“Back with me, little one?” Aunt Liz chucklingly asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, reluctantly sitting up.

“I see you have our lunches premade. Would you like some help finishing them?”

“No, thank you, Mistress,” I replied. “I’ve got this.”

It didn’t take long to sear the steak slivers, mix them through the salad, and serve it. Her standard coffee was ready only moments later. I made myself a fizzy mineral water drink and sat with her, automatically maintaining a perfect posture and eating delicately.

Mistress Donnelly ate silently and waited until I’d cleared the dishes away and wiped the table down before saying, “So, little one. You’ve been busy today.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “I wanted to ensure your days off began knowing your house was immaculate, your washing done, and your lunch ready when you came home. I do need you to show me how to iron clothes without burning them, though.”

“Just as I asked you to,” Aunty Liz admitted. “You’re turning into quite the prize. Do you realise that?”

“Not really, Mistress,” I answered. “I try to think of what would please you, and then I do that.”

“It’s that desire to serve that makes you so irresistible to me, little one. It’s all I can do not to ravage you. Did you even suspect that?”

“No, Mistress,” I responded. “I had no idea.”

“Have you had sex yet, little one?” She asked.

“You giving me oral the other day is the closest I’ve ever been, Ma’am,” I replied.

“We might have to fix that soon,” Mistress Donnelly mused. “Meanwhile, would you like me to start your makeup tutorial?”