Yes, Mistress

By J.T. Peters

Down on his luck and stuck working a fast food job, Ted reluctantly takes an interesting and somewhat frightening offer from his ex-girlfriend - to be a servant at her best friend's bachelorette party. Things begin to spiral out of control for him, starting with his skimpy "uniform" and being forced to call everyone in the bridal party "mistress". When the ladies find out about his fetish for nylons and feet, things heat up and get crazier. All the while, though, Ted begins to realize to his surprise that despite the humiliation and embarrassment, he's having the time of his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.T. Peters
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463650134

J.T. Peters

J.T. Peters is the naughty alter ego of an established writer. He wanted an outlet for his erotic writings, and wanted to contribute to an area of the fetish world that seemed to be lacking in erotic material that satisfied his particular tastes. As a foot and pantyhose fetishist himself who is in a healthy and wonderful relationship with his wife of many years, he wants to share his stories with like-minded folks.

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Yes, Mistress

J.T. Peters

Copyright 2019 J.T. Peters

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The soft sounds of conversations and the clatter of dishes from somewhere in the back of the coffee shop filled the silent void as Ted stared at his ex-girlfriend for a moment, letting her words sink in. "You want me to be a… a slave… at Bridgette's bachelorette party?" he finally managed.

Glory rolled her sparkling blue eyes and heaved a sigh. I was trying to make it sound a little more exciting than that, but sure, yes, that's what I was getting at.

He blinked a few times, the prospect rolling around in his head. "And you came to me… why?"

With a nonchalant shrug she sipped her coffee and then answered, Well, I know you need the money, and we're willing to pay you pretty well for an evening's work. Everyone is chipping in. Secondly, I know you're into… kinky stuff, so I thought you might be interested. And third… well, you know. She took another sip from her cup and looked away.

No, I don't, Ted responded with the barest trace of a smirk. Please tell me.

She looked back at him and narrowed her eyes, annoyed at being cornered. She brushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and begrudgingly said, You're a good looking guy.

Ted just gave her an ingratiating grin and her stare instantly became a glare. Dropping the expression, he cleared his throat and said, I'm flattered, but… I don't know. I mean, my 'kinky stuff', as you put it, isn't really related to this sort of thing. His face started to warm a little as he became aware of an older couple sitting down near them in the little coffee shop. They were engaged in their own conversation and took no notice, but he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He sipped his coffee and looked down at the table until something in the back of his brain forced him to look and ask, Out of curiosity, just… how kinky are we talking?

Glory's face broke out into a preemptive victory grin and she told him.

***

Grimacing from the heat coming off of the flat-top grill, Ted mechanically piled up the burger patties and removed them to the holding container. Thankfully, his job as a burger flipper – a term that always made him bristle – was simple enough that he could perform his tasks while his mind was elsewhere. And it certainly wasn't there in the kitchen with him.

Glory's proposition had certainly been an interesting one. She wanted to throw her best friend, Bridgette, a crazy bachelorette party. But Bridgette wasn't much of a club-goer or a bar person. She wanted to keep the party intimate. So Glory was working within those parameters for her. Ted had liked Bridgette; she was funny, friendly, and most important of all she was able to put up with Glory. After the break-up, he hadn't seen much of her, but had heard the news that she had gotten engaged and had wanted to congratulate her in person at some point. And now he had that opportunity, although it would be as her slave for the night.

Not a slave, Glory's huffing voice sounded in the back of his head as he prepared the next batch of frozen patties for the grill. Slaves don't get paid. And that was really the big selling point of the whole thing – extra money was extra money. He could put up with a night of humiliation for some dough. Heck, he thought with a rueful twist of his mouth, I do it here on a regular basis. The burgers sizzled on the grill as if laughing at him.

And really, what was the big deal? So he had to be a… servant to the girls for a night. Make them drinks, clean up after them, whatever they needed. That wasn't so bad, was it? He pondered on that last thought as he made his way to the walk-in freezer for a new box of burger patties. Especially since Glory had mentioned the ladies would all be in naughty outfits for shits and giggles, and that she would encourage them to wear nylons for his benefit as an added bonus for his services.

And that was his weakness. Well, one of them, anyway. For as long as he could remember, he had always had an attraction to a pretty pair of feet covered in nylon. Glory knew that and had indulged him many times over the course of their relationship. It was one of the few things he missed about being with her.

He continued thinking about what his answer would be all throughout his entire shift, but in the back of his mind he already knew what the answer was going to be. After he punched out, he made his way to his car, smelling of grease and sweat, and called Glory.

Did you make up your mind? she answered by way of greeting.

Yeah, he said, starting the car and blasting the AC. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, waiting for the warm air to become cold. I'll do it.

Thank you, Glory said in a relieved voice. Are you going to be home tonight?

"Do I have