The Mistresses Next Door - Episode 1. Emanuel J.

a windbreaker, a long skirt, and a sweater, she had become a bit chubby and had cut the dark hair that had once been shoulder-length short. She didn't look too good, a little haggard, a little sad, as if she had problems with her job or her boyfriend or husband, or something else.

      And above all, it was a very unfavourable moment for an encounter with her (or anyone else). He willed himself not to act flustered. "Oh, I'm alright."

      Without asking (and without really being interested) he learned what was troubling her: she had worked for a bank and had now been laid off, along with many other colleagues in these times of banking crisis. Times were hard (somehow they always were) and in half a year their entitlement to unemployment benefit expired. If she hadn't found a new job by then, the problems really started. Irritated, her gaze fell on the tiny gap between the hem of his jeans and the brown shoes, from which the white fishnet stockings peeked. Had he at least been allowed to put on the black ones, that probably would have been less conspicuous. But they would have required a garter belt, which would have caused other problems... It wasn't right to have these thoughts in Edith's presence. Immediately she raised her eyes again, said nothing about it and did not ask, but acted as if she had not seen anything.

      Before she could find out what he was up to, Franziska suddenly stood next to him, dressed in jeans, a blue sweater, and a black blazer. She breathed a kiss on his cheek and he introduced the two women, suppressing a sigh as the plug shifted inside him and his cock stiffened a little against his pants. Knowingly, Franziska smiled at him and again Edith gave him a look. Then she said that she was in a hurry, waved to them and bustled away. It was probably better not to know what she was thinking.

      For a moment Franziska’s eyes followed Edith, then she grabbed Daniel's hand and looked him in the eye. "Looks like you did what I told you to do."

      "Yeah, sure..." She didn't want to get over his lips, the humble address that would have sounded terribly anachronistic, inappropriate, almost ridiculous here in the grey daylight, between all the busy and presumably normal people. Or was it? He saw Franziska cock her head, as though confused. He knew that he could not afford such concerns, and muffled his voice to a whisper. "Of course... my mistress." He listened to his words in amazement. No, it was anything but natural to walk around here in the middle of town with a plug in your ass.

      But he preferred not to correct himself, because she was already looking at him sceptically enough. "That came at the last minute." Her gaze wandered to the nearby department store. "But come on, let's get you dressed."

      In there, he said, they would certainly not find anything suitable, and much to his amazement she even listened to him. She asked where it was better to go shopping and, to his even greater astonishment, followed him through the pedestrian zone without contradiction after his explanation. He took the steps very cautiously, concentrating on keeping his feelings at least halfway in check. He fervently hoped not to meet any more former schoolmates or acquaintances, and his hope was fulfilled. After several hours and countless kilometres, they reached the department store he had been into by himself that stressful day, untroubled by further senseless conversations.

      Motionless he rode up the escalators, calm as anything. It struck him that no warmth crept into his cheeks, as if Franziska's presence would protect him. Although there were some customers in the lingerie department, a middle-aged blonde saleswoman approached, ready to help, but fortunately Franziska got rid of her and she trotted off again, bored, to look for another victim. Searching, Franziska's gaze wandered over the corselets, which were hung close to each other, but which she avoided as though they might sting.

      From the corner of his eye he saw a petite dark-haired woman, certainly well over forty, presenting a white negligee to her strong short-haired companion, spread out with both hands and held in front of her breast, which looked very submissive. He shook his head and she showed him another negligee in exactly the same way.

      Franziska also looked over to the two with interest. "Looks like there's some parenting going on there, too. - So you see how a good slave presents such a thing, and a good slave as well. " She pointed to a corselette in white. "Let me see that.“

      The idea that Franziska might give him cover was a laughable misapprehension. Within a few moments his cheeks began to glow. But he knew what he was going to get if he didn't follow orders. Tunnel vision. He saw nothing around him anymore, only the white corselet, which he took from the rail it hung on and spread out with both hands on his chest for her approval. He wished the ground would swallow him. Now his role was revealed to every casual passer-by, as well as to the dark-haired woman. Was she also filled with some toy, did she also struggle for control? Franziska didn't like the white very much. He had to hang it up again and show her one in pink instead. Because she thought it was pretty and it was the right size, it remained in his hand as he followed her over to the thongs. Only temporarily he was allowed to put it away to have his hands free to show her the thongs, which he had to hold out for her in the uncommonly submissive way, which was now normal for him. She let some of them show her off until she had chosen one in red and one in pink.

      In the meantime, the dark-haired woman and her companion, who was probably her master, had arrived at the suspender belts, for which she did not lack the necessary hips. For a moment, her gaze met Daniel’s. She looked at him in amazement, as if she could not believe that there was another person in her role, and that it was even a man who presented lingerie submissively, in the self-same way was probably completely incomprehensible to her. Her pretty face was sensually transfigured, at least that's what he thought he saw in it, yes, but it was quite possible that something stirring was stuck somewhere in her. Or maybe he just imagined it.

      Franziska chose a black bra for him and two negligees, one in black and one in red. Of course, it was he who had to carry all the things to the till, thoughtfully eyed by the blonde saleswoman, who could almost be seen imagining her husband similarly under the thumb, while the older cashier's gaze burned him disapprovingly. He pretended that he did not exist, while Franziska covered the sum of over two hundred euros with her card. She really didn't seem to be short of money. On the way to the escalator, he saw the dark-haired woman with a black corset in her hand going to the changing rooms accompanied by her companion, and breathed a sigh of relief as he thanked heaven that Franziska hadn't come up with the idea of chasing him in there. But that, he assured himself confidently, even she would not dare.

      But it was not the moment to breathe a sigh of relief, he realized, as he stalked towards Wilhelmsplatz with the full shopping bag in his left hand and Franziska's hand in his right. To his horror, she turned suddenly into the side street with the small stocking shop where he had been the other day. The saleswoman was wearing a blue suit today and looked no less old-fashioned than last time. Franziska smiled amicably at her and waited patiently until she had advised a customer, a woman of about thirty, who looked friendly but resolute, almost bossy. Her mid-length hair was peroxide blonde and she was strong, almost plump of figure, a lush structure to the body. For a short time, her gaze lingered on his stockings and a knowing smile played on the sensual full lips. She bought two pairs of tights, one skin-coloured and one white pair, stuffed them into her pocket and strutted out on the high heels of her black knee-high boots with a smile of solidarity for the saleswoman and Franziska. Meanwhile Daniel was anxious to contain himself in the face of the butt plug’s persistent stimulation.

      He was briefly examined by the saleswoman, then she turned to Franziska. "I'm glad you brought him. Was he a good boy?"

      What? Did she know Franziska? Again, his cheeks began to glow.

      "Yes, he's turned out alright. He's just a little embarrassed. That won't go away." Somehow it sounded like she was talking about her puppy. "And he's pretty horny, too, which probably won't change a bit." Franziska grazed him with a quick glance. "Why don't you tell her what's upsetting you right now?"

      What? She required that revelation right now?

      Her flat hand smacked his cheek before he knew what was happening to him. "Will you do as I tell you?"

      He lowered his eyelids in consternation. She had actually slapped him in the face in front of that strange woman, as though he were a naughty child. And now he was supposed to report on something that nobody was supposed to know? So, that she wouldn't