Cordelia always enjoyed the forty-minute drive home. It gave her time tomake The Switch. She could lay to rest any unresolved feelings she hadabout her day in the office and prepare for the new rôle she had to play at home. As she wound her way through the traffic southof the river she began to daydream about how she would resolve the frustrated feelings that Nigel's treatment had aroused in her.

It amused her to think of her boss's cocksure assumption that he wasthe only man in her life. She had told him she lived alone and had noboyfriend which, when she first took on the job, had been true. How stunned he would be if he ever found out the truth. Not that she had any intention oftelling him. It was far more fun to nurse her little secret, to know thatwhile he thought her world revolved around him she held another man in thrall.

The transition from Cordelia the slave to Cordelia the mistress occurred remarkably quickly these days. By the time she reached Clapham shewas driving more aggressively, dodging the parked cars with practised easeas she skirted the common. At first it had not been so easy to make The Switch. She had sometimes been too assertive with Nigel, earning herself some painful chastisement without any compensating favours.Nowadays she knew the difference between genuine and token punishment, the purpose of the former being only to keep her in line while the latter served to titillate and pleasure her. She soonlearned to avoid the careless lapses that made Nigel take out his cane orstrap, but she sometimes performed minor misdemeanours on purpose. Only once in the past month had he submitted her to a real leathering, for supposedly being cheeky, and even that had afforded her a certain amount of gratification even though she could hardly bear to sit down for the rest of the day.

At home she had forgotten herself only a few times, and then she'd managed to turn it quickly so that she regained the upper hand. The worst occasion was when Ralph had asked her in the morning which outfit she wouldbe wearing that evening and she'd answered, unthinking, in her humble office voice,

'Whichever pleases you most,sir.'

The look on his face had been a study in disbelief. Cordelia hadquickly covered it by laughing shrilly and saying,
'Just teasing! I knowthat every item in my wardrobe delights you. It doesn't matter what I wear,I'm still your adored mistress, aren't I? So choose for me. I can't be bothered to do it today.'

Tonight, though, she would be choosing for herself. As she approachedthe quiet suburban road where her secret life took place, Cordelia mentallyran through her wardrobe. She wasfeeling feminine, romantic even. The pink silk corset trimmed with blacklace would suit her mood perfectly, along with some Shalimar perfume and black fishnets with her patent leather spike-heeled boots. Shewouldn't bother with panties, though. Her crotch was already so hot afterNigel's treatment of her that it needed an airing - not so say a tonguing! The only question was, should it be before or afterdinner? She often had to decide which of her appetites she should satisfyfirst. However it was only - she glanced at the dainty watch on herwrist - five twenty-five. Ample time for a quickie between her shower and theevening meal.

Drawing up in front of the house, Cordelia felt a warm glow ofsatisfaction fill her entire being. What a perfect life she led! Alreadythe front door was opening to reveal her personal slave coming out in hisblack leather cape ready to garage the car for her. She switched off the engine with a faint smile and picked up her bagfrom the front seat. As she turned back round the door was being opened.

'Good evening, Ralph,' she said, getting out of the car.

He bowed his head in response. 'Good evening, madam.'

'I shall require your assistance upstairs in about . . . say, tenminutes.'

'Yes, madam. Very good, madam.'

Cordelia had long since stopped worrying about what the neighboursthought of her unconventional lifestyle. They only saw the outward show, aman in a black leather cape like some cult TV hero of the Seventies, butshe knew that beneath the enveloping garment hewould be clad in the sexy costume she had selected for their mutualdelight. She could only imagine how paradoxically vulnerable and yetsensual he felt with that soft latex squeezing his balls oh-so-gently, yetfirmly. She knew the effect of that same material on her breasts, the tight encasing of her nipples that sometimesmade them itch unbearably and yet so deliciously. What other sweet tormentscould she devise for him that evening? Well, she would see.

With a last glance at his handsome blonde head,lowering as he entered the car, Cordelia walked up the path and into thesmall detached house that she called home. It served her purposebeautifully, being far enough away from the neighbours for them not to hearmuch on the rare occasions when she was obliged to raise her voice. The house and garden were not overlooked either,with a thick Leylandii hedge screening it on three sides. There was a neatrockery in front and a pretty suburban garden in the back with a pond and apatio, small lawn and flower beds. Ralph took care of it all. He was such a treasure.

But one who needed to be firmly disciplined, she reminded herself asshe entered the cool, quiet house and embarked on a tour of inspection. Inthe kitchen she found a dirty spoon carelessly left on the work top insteadof on the china spoon-rest. In thedining-room there was a wilting flower left amongst the other pristineblooms, and she spied a few hairs on the carpet. In the lounge the top of apicture frame had dust on it and the curtain tie wastwisted. All peccadilloes, to be sure, but she demanded perfection andevery detail must be attended to. She had Nigel to thank for training herto have high standards.

Dismissing such inappropriate thoughts of her boss she went upstairsand made her tour of the bedrooms and bathroom, finding them mostly inorder. After removing her shoes she lay down on the queen-sized bed withits delicate lacy coverlet and thought about her desires. Sometimes the endless need to find ways in which Ralphmight serve herwas tiresome, but not tonight. She had returned from the office in a stateof hot tumescence that required thorough satisfaction and the only questionwas, how did she want to achieve it? Cordelia heard the car being driven into the garage, the whine of theautomatic door, then the front door being closed followed by Ralph's footsteps leading towards the kitchen. He was making some adjustments tothe cooking, then he would come upstairs. She stretched languorously, reviewing the erotic programme she had arranged for herself. What luxury to have her slightest whim fulfilled at a moment's notice! There was a respectful tap on the door.

'Come in!' Cordelia said. As soon as he appeared she felt a warm thrill of appreciation as she noticed how smooth and sculpted his chest looked, how handsome his tanned face with its wide-set eyes in that ambiguous shade of greenish blue, with his sexy mouth set in its habitual slight pout, his nose so classically long and straight and the whole picture framed by those gorgeous golden locks thatshe knew felt as glossy and sensual as a hank of embroidery silk.

Cordelia told him to prepare the bathroom for her shower then comeback to undress her. She knew he'd be hoping for more, longing to get his hands on her flesh as she sometimes allowed him to do, lathering her silky skin and feeling her nipples harden beneath his fingertips. But this time she would deny him - at first.She would make him stand and watch her as she washed herself. A little deprivation now would make him all the more eager to please her later.

When Ralph re-appeared she stood up with her back to him. 'Unzip me!'

He obeyed her with reverential care, sliding the zipper down smoothly to the point below her waist where she could step out of the neat shirt-waister dress, leaving her in her underwear. He knew the routine,unfastening her bra at the back and pulling the straps down her arms from behind so that he ran no risk of touching her bosom. Cordelia let the garment fall to the floor and he picked it up,placing it on the bed with her dress ready to go in with the dirty linen.

Behind her back she felt Ralph kneel so he could unfasten her suspenders, unhitching her stockings and rolling them deftly down her legsbeing very careful not to snag them. A hole or ladder in her precious silk stockings merited a thrashing, as he well knew. Standing there in her lace-trimmed panties Cordelia decided to call a halt to the proceedings.

'That will do. Find my pink basque, the one with the black lace, andlay it out ready. I shall require black fishnets and my black patent boots. Oh, and the rhinestone collar with the matching earrings. Get all that ready while I'min the bathroom then you can come in and watch me take a shower.'

'Yes, madam. Thank you, madam.'

She knew the thrill he was experiencing at the omission of her panties. He knew better than to question her, of course. She smiled to think of her bush peeking out from between her suspenders, just below the frill of black lace. How tantalising he would find it! But first she would provoke him by showering in front of him as,sometimes, she liked him to do for her.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was warm and steamy, the air already filled with the scent of her current favourite perfume. Cordelia stripped off her panties and stood beneath the coursing water that soon drenched her from head to foot. She dipped her finger in the shell-shaped bowl of turquoise gloop and began to lather her breasts, making them taut and globular, with the nipples rearing stiffly to attention. Then she called him in.
Ralph entered, the bulge that was leading up slantwise from his crotch more apparent now beneath the tight rubbery suit. Cordelia imagined it bursting free from its constraints, ready and eager to do her bidding, anda deep shudder of lust took her unawares and made her utter a small groan. She stifled it at once.

'Sit there on the stool and watch me!' she told him, sternly.'Meditate upon my beautiful body and prepare to do me service.'

She knew that would excite him almost beyond measure. His eyes misted a little as he sat down on the cork-topped stool, his hand absently patting his crotch. Cordelia gave asecret smile of satisfaction and began to lather the shower gel into herpubic hair, letting her fingers delve into the mass of curls to where the slippery nub was already very evident atthe top of her vulva. It was still pulsing strongly and crying out for stimulation but, hard as it was, she refrained from rubbing herself there.Ralph had been behaving impeccably since she returned home and, despite his small oversights in the cleaning department, he deserved his reward as well as some chastisement.

While she continued to soap herself with Ralph's eyes intent upon her,Cordelia devised a plan that would achieve both ends. She would make it hard for him to achieve her satisfaction. That way he would be frustrated but her own climax, when it finally came, would be all the more intense. An image of apple bobbing came to mindand of Ralph blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back. She would play Eve, tantalising him with the sweet apple of her sex. The thought sent a wild shiver of sensual joy flooding through her. She stepped out of the shower and he was instantly alert, waiting todo her bidding.