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Gigi hopes Madame Mouton won’t mind her Trying on her new Clothes after all when Will she ever get To buy such garments And Madame has so Many anyway Surely, she would not Care, but nonetheless Gigi knows she must Be careful not to Leave any of her Rather cheap perfume All over the clothes And not leave hairs Or red smudges of Lipstick. She puts on The underwear and Feels on her flesh the Silky softness, the Touch next to her skin, The smoothness which is So sensual. She Parades around her Mistress’s bedroom Posing in front of The mirror, trying Not to imagine Old Monsieur Mouton Finding her there, she Dismisses the thought Like a naughty child From a room. She pulls On the dress and does Up the buttons at The back. Easier Said than done; fingers Fiddle, too many Thumbs. Done it. She looks Back at her new found Reflection, does a Turn around. Looks at Her behind. She stands Admiring the Dress. Madame has so Many; Gigi says, I have so few. She Listens. Is that her Back home already? Gigi undoes the Buttons and pulls off The dress over her Head and takes off the Silky underwear And stuffs both items Under the bed and Climbs under herself. The door opens and Footsteps enter the Room. Gigi? Madame Mouton calls out loud. Gigi? Where this that Girl? You can never Find her anywhere. Maids, what can one do With them? They are so Lazy. Then Madame Mouton leaves the room And closes the door Behind her, calling Gigi’s name louder And louder. Gigi Breathes out and watches A large black spider Crawl across her thigh And holds back with great Effort the loud cry.
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
TRYING ON NEW CLOTHES.
Gigi hopes Madame Mouton won’t mind her Trying on her new Clothes after all when Will she ever get To buy such garments And Madame has so Many anyway Surely, she would not Care, but nonetheless Gigi knows she must Be careful not to Leave any of her Rather cheap perfume All over the clothes And not leave hairs Or red smudges of Lipstick. She puts on The underwear and Feels on her flesh the Silky softness, the Touch next to her skin, The smoothness which is So sensual. She Parades around her Mistress’s bedroom Posing in front of The mirror, trying Not to imagine Old Monsieur Mouton Finding her there, she Dismisses the thought Like a naughty child From a room. She pulls On the dress and does Up the buttons at The back. Easier Said than done; fingers Fiddle, too many Thumbs. Done it. She looks Back at her new found Reflection, does a Turn around. Looks at Her behind. She stands Admiring the Dress. Madame has so Many; Gigi says, I have so few. She Listens. Is that her Back home already? Gigi undoes the Buttons and pulls off The dress over her Head and takes off the Silky underwear And stuffs both items Under the bed and Climbs under herself. The door opens and Footsteps enter the Room. Gigi? Madame Mouton calls out loud. Gigi? Where this that Girl? You can never Find her anywhere. Maids, what can one do With them? They are so Lazy. Then Madame Mouton leaves the room And closes the door Behind her, calling Gigi’s name louder And louder. Gigi Breathes out and watches A large black spider Crawl across her thigh And holds back with great Effort the loud cry.
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
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