The Stepford Wives and the Evil Cowgirl

(A quick bit of background. Since I told my fella about the Evil Cowgirl he has developed a habit of saying "that's the Evil Cowgirl laugh" or "that's the Evil Cowgirl in you" whenever I do something sexually playful or mischievous. It's sort of his way of identifying that little wild and rebellious streak in me and giving it a name.)

Last Sunday we had a deck party and invited a couple of Bill's friends and their "Stepford Wife" wives. (A little more history - these women have always treat me like "the help" and have frequently said and done things to try and put me in my "place". I've avoided doing or saying anything too dramatic to them because Bill is my boss and these are his friends' wives.) We also invited a few friends that Bill and I have made since I have been living here and taking care of him. The Stepford Wives and their husbands are fairly wealthy, very prim and proper. Our mutual friends are middle income and really laid back. Quite the interesting mix I assure you.

Before everyone arrived I remembered the "dress for success" motto and donned a fairly low-cut cream colored blouse, short black skirt, and sexy undergarments that included silky red panties. That particular outfit always makes me feel sexy. I also pinned a bow of thin red ribbon bow to my blouse right in that valley between my breasts - a spot where I knew it would surely garner attention from someone.

Next I created a list and stuck it to the refrigerator with a magnet. My list said:

Duct tape
Clothespins
Cling Wrap
Rope

At the very top of the list I wrote the word "hogtie". I made sure to place the magnet where it would cover the word "hogtie" but if someone were extrememly nosy they would notice a word written there without quite being able to read it.

Soon they arrived and we were standing in the kitchen making certain that everyone had something to drink. One of the Stepford Wives noticed my ribbon (which admittedly did not coordinate well with my blouse) and commented in the snotty tone of voice, "That's a very... unusual... ribbon on your blouse. It doesn't appear to belong with your outfit. Is there some significance to it?"

Alright.. I admit I planned for that moment but I didn't really intend to go through with it. It just made me feel good to plan it out in my mind. Whenever I heard that snotty voice the Evil Cowgirl in me kicked into gear.

"Oh this? I pinned it there so I can remember later to add it to a package I'm sending to my boyfriend," I explained, my voice dripping with sweetness.

"That's an odd thing to send someone." If possible she was snottier still.

"Well," I explained, "It's for a reminder. You know.. like someone tying a string around their finger so they can remember something. I'm sending it to him to remind him that he belongs to me."

"Isn't that an awfully big ribbon for someone to tie around their finger?" she queried.

With a slow smile I remarked, "Well I never said it was going around his finger," then turned and walked out of the kitchen leaving everyone but her roaring with laughter.

Red ribbon - 49 cents
Cream color blouse - $40
The look on her face - priceless

Later on my friend Mary informed me that Stepfords had caught sight of my list on the refrigerator. One had motioned the other over with a "subtle" gesture and nodded towards the list. They stood there a moment and then apparently one of them shrugged her shoulder just enough to hit the magnet in what must have been an effort to move it enough to see the top word.

I can't tell you how hard I laughed. Nosy women. Hmmph. ;)

While all this was going on I was standing out on the deck talking to the fellows. Soon Bill went in the kitchen to get something for me and I stayed there keeping our gentlemen guests company.

While he was in the kitchen Stepford #1 remarked to Bill, "Oh Bill - you better be careful - you're girl is out on the deck with all the men." (By "girl" she didn't mean girlfriend. It was obvious she once again was relegating me to the position of "the help").

Mary tells me Bill sort of snorted and laughed at the same time while deliberately misconstruing her meaning. "My girl nothing! She's got some young buck down in (city where my boyfriend lives). I couldn't ever keep up with her - she has far too many men falling all over her as it is."

With that he left for the deck with #1 and #2 right on his heels. I'm wondering if they were worried I was going to seduce their husbands right then and there? (Laughing)

The next day their husbands called separately to speak with Bill. Each was trying to determine how serious I had been about all those things and "just how wild is she?" It would seem their wives and the other females in that circle were all dying to know. The men of course weren't the slightest bit curious themselves - no, not one bit (wink).

Bill, dear that he is, merely laughed and told them they were welcome to ask me because he wasn't about to discuss my sexuality with anyone. They sighed as neither apparently thought their wives would approve of them talking directly to me about this. (Picture me now with a sweet innocent puzzled smile. Can't imagine why they would feel that way.) The best part of it all is knowing they can't figure out if I was serious or not. Something about leaving them all confused with their nosy minds wondering really makes me smile.