(Maid and her Master, only this time the Mistress tags along. Im enjoying my developing sotryline and ofcourse its fun to write ;p )
The mistress was crying again, howling cries muffled by her pillow, as she lay on their four posters alone once again. Hadn’t she portrayed the perfect wife tonight? She had smiled, chattered nonsense and retained the most perfect countenance even when presented with a topic she knew nothing about. However hard she tried her husband would always shake his head in disapproval, retaining any misconduct, so to throw them into an argument upon their return, giving him reason to be angry.
She sniffed, wiping her eyes of their damp residue and turned in her heavy gown, it crackled underneath her as though it too longed to break away from her body. Standing up she gazed at her doe eyed reflection in the long looking glass. The light of the gas lamps smothered her in a burnt, orange glow which defined her red eyes and nose even further. She sighed taking hold of the intricate ribbons tied at her back and pulled non too gently, practically ripping them from their holes, tearing the dress from her body over her head. She was stood in her cream slip, the silk caressing her body giving her a better shape than that of the dress, which focused too strongly upon her flat chest.