Maid to Submit by Sue Lyndon

 
    Ally preened in front of the mirror, her pulse racing with excitement as she thought about the night ahead. She smoothed her hands down the French maid costume she’d donned, enjoying the way the skirt flounced with her movements. When she turned and bent over, the bottom of her lacy black panties peeked out.
    Finally satisfied with her appearance, she rushed around her apartment in search of her keys and purse. If she left now and didn’t run into any traffic, she’d make it to Mark’s house right on time for dinner.
    “Ally!” Jen called as she burst through the door. Frizzy strands of hair stuck out from her head and her chest was heaving. She held up a hand and took a few deep breaths. “Glad I caught you. You weren’t answering your phone. We have to talk.”
    “Can it wait? I, er, don’t want to be late for my date with Mark. He’s making ravioli and then we’re going to watching scary movies all night.” Ally wiggled her eyebrows and smiled suggestively, but her enthusiasm faded at the concern spreading across her roommate’s face. “Hey, are you okay, Jen?” she asked gently.
    “Me? I’m fine. You? Well, you won’t be fine a second from now. I’ve got bad news, sweetie.” Jen gestured for Ally to sit, and they plopped down on the couch beside one another.
    A sinking feeling came over Ally as she waited for her friend to speak. The mischievous twinkle that usually lit up Jen’s blue eyes was absent, and she grabbed Ally’s hand in a comforting gesture that only deepened her worry.
    “I saw Mark having lunch today at that new Mexican place.”
    “So?”
    “So he was with another woman. A blonde.” Jen paused and her face melted with sympathy. “I was a few tables over, in a booth with Tommy, so Mark didn’t notice me sitting there. Anyway, they were laughing a lot, and her tits were so big. I’m talking B… I… Gee-normous. I’m really sorry, Ally.”
    Ally stared at the floor, shock rendering her speechless. The numbing disbelief didn’t last long though, and a burning rage soon ignited in her chest. Not only had she and Mark been dating for months, but they’d recently been intimate for the first time. They were compatible in every way, especially when it came to their mutual interest in spanking and domestic discipline. For the first time in her life, she’d been dating a man with whom she envisioned a future.
    Until now.
    “He’s an asshole, Ally.” Jen squeezed her hand. “Look, sweetie, I know how much you liked him and I’m sorry this happened.”
    “I can’t believe this.” Ally glanced down at her attire. She’d spent the day gallivanting around town trying to find a French maid costume at the last minute in an effort to surprise Mark with a sexy getup, only to discover he’d spent the day wining and dining a busty blonde. “You’re sure it was him?”
    “Oh, sweetie, I wish it wasn’t. But he was wearing that blue shirt you like so much, the one that hugs his chest and biceps in all the right places, and I got a really good look at him. Unless he has an identical twin, he was cheating on you with Tits McGee.”
    Ally ran a hand through her hair, not caring if she messed it up. Not only had her evening just taken a turn for the worse, her hopes and dreams for a future with Mark had crashed to the floor. It didn’t matter what she looked like right now. She certainly wasn’t going to go through with her plans to have dinner and watch movies with Mark. Not anymore.
    Her heart ached and her throat burned as sorrow settled heavily upon her. She tried to swallow her vulnerable emotions to make way for the anger that continued to rise up in her.
    “That cheater!” She pounded a fist on her thigh.
    “What are you going to do?”
    What was she going to do? Ally bit her lip as she considered her options. In the past, she’d always shied away from confrontation at the end of a relationship, even if the guy had done something seriously wrong, like lying or