Jackie had taken to leaving me a note on my dressing table mirror each day. There scrawled in lipstick on the mirror would be one word; it would say 'red' or 'black' or 'pink'. This morning it was 'white' and when I was dressed Jackie would come in for inspection. "Yes, very nice dear. I particularly like the lace on today's panties. Now run along and start getting breakfast ready." I would give Jackie a quick bob of a curtsey, mumble "Yes Ma'am", and the day would begin.
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