I Surrender to Susan's ScentSusan was patient, but after a while she said very gently,“Still havin’ trouble?”I stopped and opened my eyes. “No. Well maybe. Just a little.”“You said you trust me. So, be honest… havin’ trouble?”“Yeah.”“OK then. I’m. The bottom of the dress fell just below my knees. It took a minute to get the apron tied and adjusted comfortably. A pair of black flats completed the outfit.I looked at myself in the mirror. Completely ridiculous. But maybe also kind of sweet and harmless. An over the top slutty French maid outfit wouldn’t be appropriate around children, but this attire made it unmistakable that the wearer was responsible for domestic chores while still maintaining modesty.I waited with dread for a long time.Read More
