Mistressy

‘Rubbish, I said I’ve no use for it,’ replied Charmian in her most mistressy voice.

Her mistressy voice, now urgent and straining, now clucking and scolding, now anxiously explaining, thinking in English, translating to itself first into Sepedi, begging, stressing, arguing, repeating, repeating, repeating – that restless voice tinkled into my consciousness, bringing me back.

She usually reports in her mistressy way that I steep my mind in violence–yes, steep–that my temper is fiendish, and that my bite is worse than my bark.

When the parlourmaid came, she said in an altered, mistressy voice: ‘Find Miss Rhoda, Edith. She hasn’t been near me this morning. I’m afraid she may be over-exerting herself.’

Claudia Best. A mistressy kind of name.

And I’ll bet he and that Rachel woman—she needn’t think she’s off the hook, she’s got that sly, mistressy look about her—have invited people I’ve been carefully snubbing for years.

Claudia gave her an irritated mistressy look.

Thankfully the lingerie designer Janet Reger successfully brought romance back with her mistressy ranges of camisoles, basques, lacy French knickers, and bra sets, along with sexy negligees and suspender belts that made women feel like a million dollars and their husbands very happy.