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i was deep in sleep, enjoying an erotic dream, when i was rudely
awakened by my head being jerked roughly from the pillow. Looking up
through my sleep-bleared eyes, i make out standing at the foot of my
bed a beautiful, powerful woman , wearing patent black boots with very
high heels, black PVC miniskirt, and a shiny black mini PVC coat. She
has clipped my wrists into a pair of handcuffs, and has fastened
around my neck a thin silver dog collar, studded with jewels, to which
is attached a thin chain leading to Her gloved hand. In Her other
hand She wields a vicious whip, and She tells me quietly but firmly to
get out of bed. As i hurry to obey, as one flick of the end of the
whip across my bare flesh is enough to encourage me to obey, She
explains that She has chosen me to be Her own personal slave, and that
i am to be changed into a pretty young maid.

Once i am standing out of my bed, She passes me a long shiny
transparent pink plastic cape, with a hood, which i am told to pull
around my shoulders. This is not easy with my wrists tied, but once i
have the long coat on, my Mistress, (as i am already thinking of Her
as that!!) steps close, fastens the buttons all the way down, and
pulls the hood over my head. She then instructs me to step into a
pair of high heeled black shoes, which have high ankles with buckled
straps. She then strikes me lightly with the whip on my legs, and
tells me to sit on the bed, and to lift my feet. When i am in the
required position, She pulls the tight straps around my ankles, and
fastens the large buckles, making the leather grip my flesh tightly.

i am then pulled to my feet by the chain, and when i am balanced on
the slender heels, She pulls the chain attached to my collar toward
her, and i approach Her, almost falling. She then takes from the
pocket of her shiny black coat a lipstick, and applies a liberal
coating of dark red to my lips, finishing off with a layer of gloss.
When she is content with Her work, She turns to the door and tells me
to follow. We go down the stairs of my house, i tottering on the
unaccustomed stiletto heels, out through the front door, and She pulls
me into the back seat of Her car which is parked outside.

She locks Her end of the chain to a ring on the front seat of the car,
and then gets in behind the steering wheel. As She drives away, She
warns me not to shout or try to escape, as i have no clothes on, other
than the cape, and i will be most embarrassed if i have to walk back
home in a ladies raincoat, high heeled shoes, and lipstick. Soon we
draw up at the front door of a large house, in the centre of a
neighbouring town, and i am led out of the car by the chain and into
the house. Mistress explains that this will be my home from now on
and that if i behave myself as a young girl should and serve Her
faithfully, i will not be punished, and will be fed and clothed as
well as any servant can expect. i will be taught how to be the
beautiful girl that i will soon become, and that i will enjoy the
experience.

i am shown my bedroom, which is small, with a bed covered in frothy
lacy pink bedding, and the curtains are also very feminine. On one
side of the room is a well appointed dressing table, with lots of
make-up and perfumes, and next to it is a full length mirror.

"Soon you will be admiring your pretty little self in that " my
Mistress observes. There is a door leading to a large built-in
cupboard, and another leading to my Mistress's bedroom, which is much
larger, but also femininely appointed.

The chain is removed from my collar after my promise not to escape has
been extracted from me (who would do otherwise with that whip close
by, and me with no clothes on? Anyway, i am beginning to warm to the
idea.) My hands are released from the handcuffs, but the collar is
left on, and my Mistress explains that i must wear it at all times as
a symbol of my servitude. It has a secret lock at the back, so i will
not be able to remove it. This is a further deterrent to escape, as
it is a most feminine collar, and i would have great difficulty
explaining its presence around my neck. i am told to take off the pink
plastic cape, (my Mistress has noticed my pleasure at being wrapped in
this, and uses the knowledge to reward me often later when i fulfil my
duties to Her satisfaction).i hang it in Her wardrobe alongside lots
of other fabulous plastic raincoats, and i know that there are going
to be compensations to my servitude!!

Once i am naked, my Mistress leads me into the large, spacious
bathroom, and instructs me to bathe in a bubble bath, with glorious
perfume. On leaving the bath, i am passed a large fluffy white towel,
and told to pat, not rub my body dry. This, i am told, is to avoid
roughening the skin as it is to be peach-like now i am to be a girl.
Once dry, i am required to shave closely all over my body.

When She has inspected my body minutely, with thrilling fingers, She
takes me into my bedroom, and passes me from the cupboard a delicious
pair of frilly white silk Directoire knickers, which i am told to put
on. Then She produces a stiff boned Victorian corset, which She
places round my body, and then with Her stiletto clad foot in my back,
pulls the draw strings tight which forces my waist down to a mere 22
inches. As the frame of the corset bites into my torso, it forces
flesh up into the ample cups to give the appearance of firm rounded
breasts.

While i am still lying on Her bed, She files my finger and toe nails
to as good a shape as she can, before painting my toe nails glossy
baby pink. They are not well shaped but She promises me that they ,
and my finger nails will be seen to shortly. While they are drying,
She gives me a black silk mini dress, which fits skin - tightly to my
body above the waist, and flares out over my well controlled hips.
The hems, plunging neckline, and cuffs are fringed with pretty white
broderie anglaise. She also gives me a many tiered silky 'Ra-ra'
slip, which makes the pretty little skirt stand out fetchingly.

By now my toe nails are dry, and i am given black seamed silk
stockings to pull up over my long legs. I am now glad for the
treatment to my nails, as my hands are by now shaking at the
excitement of all this, and i fear that my clumsiness combined with
rough nails would surely lead to ladders in these sensuously soft
stockings. She applies more of the pink nail varnish to my long
finger nails.

i am then seated in a chair in front of the dressing table and the
full transformation to my face is commenced. Firstly, a pale base is
rubbed in to give me a baby doll colour. Rouge is applied to my
cheeks to highlight my prominent cheek bones, and my eyebrows, which
have already been plucked, are painted back in. Long curly false
eyelashes are glued in, and coated liberally with black mascara. She
skilfully outlines my eyes with a thin black line which gives real
prominence to them, and then a bluey pink eyeshadow is applied around
my eyes.

Next, my lips. A dark pink pencil is used to thinly mark the outline
of my full lips, and then, with a make-up brush, She fills in between
the lines with a shocking pink lipstick, finally coated with gloss to
make my mouth into a sexy little pout.

Under the bed She finds a pair of patent black 4 inch stiletto heeled
shoes, which i bend to slip over my black silk clad feet. Now for the
first test; standing and walking in the delicious heels. After all if
i am going to continue my life as a girl, i must become totally
proficient in high heels, as they make my legs look so long and
shapely. Once i am standing, Mistress points out how crooked are the
seams in my stockings, for which i receive a painful slap across my
botty. i totter to the mirror, and precariously holding my balance, i
bend backwards and straighten the seams to two near-perfect lines.

Next walking practice, and i slowly up and down the bedroom with short
careful steps, giggling at the strange feel of height and unbalance.
The spiky heels are most unusual, and are at first difficult to keep
under the heel, having a tendency to twist the ankle sideways. In my
short walks, i get a chance to see the effect in the mirror, and i
must admit that the heels really give my long silk-wrapped legs the
most feminine shape, even though i look rather ungainly as i wobble
shakily on the slender spikes. Oh well, there will be many days to
continue with my lessons.

There is work awaiting. My Mistress brings out a cute little white
broderie anglaise apron which pins onto the breast of my dress, has
long straps which tie in a big bow at the back of my waist, and a
little piece with a pocket which sits pertly over the skirt.

Although i have always had long hair for a boy, almost shoulder
length, blond and thick, it is not yet quite long enough all over to
be dressed properly. Mistress tells me that i will have to have it
cut and set in a female style, which can be allowed to grow long to
give more scope for styling. For the moment a beautiful blonde curly
wig with the hair tied in little white bows all over it is set over my
own hair. The ends are curled cutely over my cheeks to frame my
beautiful face. There is also a lacy little bonnet, with two long
ribbons dangling down the back, which is placed daintily upon my hair,
with the ribbons hanging down so that i can feel them on my bare back.

My Mistress promises me that one of my first visits to town will be to
have my ears pierced so that i can wear pretty earrings, but for the
moment screw- on earrings have to do. Long dangly yellow beads, to
match the necklace that She ties behind my neck. My Mistress makes me
parade up and down, to twirl on my heels and to pose in front of the
mirror, so that i can see what a pretty little girl i have become. i
am now ready for work.

As my Mistress is not ready for the day, i have to run Her bath, help
Her off with Her clothes, and scrub Her back. When She has finished
in the bath, i am required to rub Her gently with a large fluffy
towel, lay out all Her day clothes on Her bed and help Her to dress. i
must then manicure and paint Her nails, kneeling at Her feet. Next, i
apply Her make-up just as She applied mine. But no!! i am clumsy
because of my shaky hand and my inexperience and so my Mistress
punishes me. How? Deliciously, She takes me over Her knee, pulls up
my skirt and pulls down my frilly pants, and then smacks me hard on my
buttocks until tears roll down my face. After i have wiped away my
tears, i fix my face again, and more carefully finish making up my
Mistress. Now i have to brush Her long silky black hair and tie it up
into a bun on the top.

My Mistress is now ready for breakfast, and so i trip downstairs into
the kitchen, and make toast and coffee. i take it into Her in the
dining room, and while She eats, i am expected to curl up at Her feet
like a dog. When i have cleared away, washed up, dusted the house,
and made the beds, Mistress calls me to get us ready to go out to the
shops.

This is my first big test, and i blush with the anticipation of
walking out in the streets and around the shops as a boy dressed as a
girl. i am sure that everyone will realise, and i will be the object
of derision.

But what joy, it is raining, and so i help Her on with Her high heeled
patent black boots and a long shiny black raincoat. She takes from
the hall cupboard the sweetest little see - through pink plastic mini
- cape, with a large hood, two arm slits at the front, deep patch
pockets both on the outside and inside, so that one can put one's
hands in the pockets when not using the armholes (although it is not
too ladylike to put one's hands in one's pockets!!), and with tie
strings which i bow under my chin. Its skirt sits out wide over my
dress and petticoats, and its shortness makes my legs look even
longer!

We walk out into the rain, which runs in little rivers off our coats,
as we make our way to the shops. i quiver with embarrassment as i am
sure that all the passers by can see that i am a boy dressed in skirts
and make-up, but all i get is looks from men. We pass a couple of
dishy men, who give us admiring looks and wolf whistles. This is real
bliss, as i am for the first time passing as a girl and a pretty one
at that. My Mistress's arts at make-up and dress are of a really high
standard.

First, i am taken into a jeweller to have my ears pierced, which makes
me cry. but my tears are dried by my Mistress buying me a beautiful
pair of long heavy yellow enamel earrings, which i cannot yet wear,
but will feel delightfully heavy on my ears eventually.

Then we go round the corner to a beauty parlour, where my wig is
removed, and my hair is coloured a rich golden blonde, restyled with
many fetching curls , and finally it is subjected to a perm which
gives lots of body and masses of curls so that i can now wear it
without a wig. While my hair is being seen to, a manicurist shapes my
finger and toe nails, filing them to elegant curves.

When She is satisfied with the results at the beauty parlour, i put my
minicape back on and Mistress then takes me to the fashion floor of a
big department store, where we choose a variety of lovely lingerie for
me, including panties, suspender belts, waspies, corsets, and
night-dresses. My favourite is a pink night set in satin, trimmed
with silk. in the changing room, i try everything on and the shop
girls don't realise what i am underneath all my pretty clothes. when i
try on a baby doll nightie, my Mistress claps Her hands in delight,
and cries that i am such a pretty girl, which fills me with joy. On
to the dress section, where i try on sweet feminine dresses. i love
bubbly soft fabrics, and i look a dream in a pink gingham dress with
lots of bows and lace. What will i look like wearing it out in the
country?

Next, to the cosmetics counters, where i get bright red lipsticks with
matching nail varnish. We don't go near any jeans or slacks, as
trousers are too masculine for us two girls. And why all these new
clothes? Well, all the clothes i have on except the maid's outfit are
my Mistresses, as we are the same size and She has dressed me in them
for the first day. So i will have to wash them all when i get home,
for my Mistress will want to wear them herself later.

So, of course, i need some new rainwear, and my Mistress knows how i
love plastic, as does She,(it is a real dream to share my Mistress's
pleasures) so She takes me to a special shop, "Wet Dreams", where
plastic raincoats are made to measure in any design and colour that
you want. This is heaven; i almost cry with the excitement of it all!
My Mistress says that i can choose three, and She will choose three,
and as we are the same size She promises to let me wear Her choices if
i am good. After seeing all the stunning fabrics and colours, i pick
a clear white PVC mini coat, a full green A-line midi which flies out
wide when i twirl, and a long baby-blue maxi cape, which has a belt
that passes around my back inside the coat, but passes through two
slots on the side and ties in front outside the coat so that my figure
is accentuated. my Mistress selects a shiny red trench coat with a
belt, a shiny white duster coat, and a shiny black long cape. (Have
you noticed that my choices of clothes and colours always seem to be
girlie and feminine , while my Mistress often chooses more dominant
styles and colours? This is because i have come to enjoy my changed
status as a girl, and i want to show all the world that i love being
pretty, sexy, and female!!)

All our choices are to have large spacious hoods, with both buttons at
the throat and long ribbon ties, which are more femininely flattering,
and more practical over our hair styles. We neither like the type of
hood which has a drawstring around the rim of the hood, as pulling
this tight makes the hood sit on the head in a most unflattering way.
The shop keeper measures us for fitting, and i thrill when he puts his
firm hands around my slender waist to pass the tape measure round. i
notice that he flashes admiring glances at my body, and when he helps
me back on with my pretty little pink mini coat, he accidentally' runs
his hand over my compact little botty, and strokes my neck as he
arranges the hood over my hair and bonnet. Of course, as i am wearing
a cape, in which my arms are trapped, i cannot push him away, and
really i enjoy his caresses on my tingling body. He promises us that
the coats will be ready later that day and we can collect them if we
like. My Mistress says that as we are the same size, only one of us
need come, and so She will send Her maid, me, round to try them on for
size, and bring them home. The hunky shopkeeper smiles broadly at
that as i am sure he wants to see me again.

It is still raining, so we walk through the rain back to my Mistresses
house.It is a delicious feeling for us girls (because i by now really
feel that i am one !!) to go shopping together and try on lots of
pretty and feminine clothes. And how do i show my gratitude for all
the lovely clothes She has bought me? i fall on my knees as soon as we
get inside the house, and kiss Her hands, and promise that i will be a
faithful servant for ever, as She has been so good to me. My Mistress
sends me up to the bedrooms with our packages, and makes me change my
clothes into the new ones She has bought for me, except that i must
keep on my black silk dress and apron. i have new white 4 inch
stilettos, which i wear with tan stockings. My Mistress stands at the
bedroom door, watching me change, and smiling at all my little giggles
of delight and dances of joy in front of the mirror.

When She has declared that She is satisfied with my new outfit, i am
sent downstairs to prepare Her lunch, when i again have to sit at Her
feet, but Oh! i would do anything for Her after She has bought all
these sweet new clothes. And i have the thrill to look forward to of
going to the shop to try on all our raincoats. But first i have to
clear away, wash up, and clean my Mistress's long black boots, which
have got dirty in the street. And how do i do that! i have to get a
cloth, and while She lies back on the couch, i must sit on the floor
with the stiletto heels resting sharply in my lap, and i clean and
polish them until i can see my pretty face in their shiny leather. My
Mistress stands, walks over to the mirror, and checks my work. And
guess what! On the back of one i have missed a little bit of dirt.
(i'm sure you have also guessed that i did it deliberately as i know
what will happen when i am naughty). Yes, my Mistress strides over to
me cringing on the floor, kicks me with the pointed toes, and shouts
at me to go to my room. i dash upstairs as fast as my high heels will
let me, and throw myself on my bed. i am suddenly aware of my Mistress
in the room behind me, and i fall on the floor before Her, and beg for
mercy for being such a bad girl. She says "Bad girls must be
punished, so that they will learn not to be naughty again". She drags
me to my feet, sits on my bed, and throws me over Her knee. Again,
with my skirt up, and my panties down She thrashes my little botty and
i cry that i will try never to be naughty again. After two minutes,
She throws me off, sends me to the bathroom to repair my face, and
storms out of the room, calling after Her that i am to come down as
soon as i am ready. When i get downstairs, She is sitting in the
lounge, and says that She has some friends coming that night, and
wants cakes, sandwiches, and canaps ready for the evening. i run into
the kitchen, determined to make up to my Mistress, and soon i am happy
again as i cook and prepare a feast for the party. i am so busy that i
hardly notice the time, and a shout from the lounge reminds me that i
have to get ready to go and collect the raincoats from "Wet Dreams." i
clear up the kitchen collect the little pink mini coat from the hall
(even when it is not raining it is so becoming that i swear i would
wear it in a heat wave). i knock respectfully on the lounge door, and
to the command "come" i present myself to my Mistress, who seems to
have forgiven me, as She pats me lovingly on my botty, and says to run
along, and warns me not to be picked up by any strange men! Why does
She laugh so gaily at that?

i hurry out, and flick up the hood on my coat. i don't put my hands in
my pockets as it is not really ladylike, and i have a little matching
pink handbag over my shoulder to rest my hand on. Once again, i
attract admiring glances as i splash through the rain, and soon i am
outside the shop.

And joy! the coats are all ready. i try them all on and they all fit
perfectly; i am a naughty girl, as with the long coats the pockets are
deep, and i bury my hands in them, which makes the soft pliable
material stretch across my breasts. i am sure that the shopkeeper is
really excited, and his hands wander a lot when he checks the
fittings.

He compliments me on all the coats, and is so impressed that as he
packs them into a carrier bag, he lifts down from the shelf a glorious
bronze midi plastic coat with buttoned cuffs on tight-fitting sleeves
and a large hood with tie strings at the neck.It has lots of pleats
just below the shoulders to make it really full, and so it hangs in
waves round my body when he helps me on with it. When i have pushed
my arms into the sleeves, he buttons the cuffs at my wrists, buttons
the coat up the front (taking the opportunity to run his hand over my
firm front), pulls the hood up over my blonde curls, and delicately
ties the strings in a big bow under my chin. He leads me to the full
length mirror where i twirl on my heels, the skirt of the coat flying
out in a bronze cloud. "Oh! it's so beautiful, it is a real dream,
and the sweetest coat i have ever seen", i cry. "But", i protest, "i
have no money for another coat."

But he insists that it is a treat for me as he has never had such a
pretty and charming girl to wear the coats that he makes. What a
flirt i am; i throw my arms around his neck, and give him a sweet kiss
on his cheek. But i know how far a girl should go, and so i pull away
quickly before he gets any wrong idea about me, and blush deeply. i
thank him most formally for such a generous offer, and assure him that
if my Mistress allows me to keep the lovely plastic coat, i will wear
it with pride, and try to live up to his kind words about me whenever
i am out in the rain in it. He packs the dishy bronze mac into the
bag, and asks me to remember him whenever i wear it.

i remember my Mistresses warnings, and so i reach for my pink mini
coat. The shopkeeper takes it from me and helps me into the coat,
buttoning up the front and tying the bows under my chin. i rush out of
the shop, as i am sure that my Mistress will be cross if i tarry too
long in town, when i am sure that She wants me to bring home the coats
for Her to try on. i rush through the rain, and burst in through the
door. and when i pass Her the bag, what is the first coat She pulls
out? Of course, the bronze one, so i burst out the story of how i got
it, and She tells me that i have been a bad, bad girl to lead on a man
like that and i will be punished later, but now i must rush upstairs,
bathe ,and put on clean undies , ready for the party.

CHAPTER 2 - PARTY TIME

With real trepidation for the future, i obey Her commands,
and am soon soaking my body in a warm deep bubble bath.
My hair is tied up in a chiffon scarf, and kept under a large
shower bonnet, so that my perm is not damaged. After
towelling myself dry, i quickly dress in clean undies over
my tightly tied corset ( i have worked out how to fit it
tightly round my own body without my Mistress's help),
remake up my face, this time using the bright red lipstick
and lots of gloss, and don my cheeky little maid's uniform.
To go with the black silk, i wear a pair of 4 inch black
patent stilettos, which i am getting more used to wearing,
and enjoy the way they make me stand so well, and push
out my breasts. With my heart a'fluttering at the thought of
the promised punishment, i rush downstairs, and serve my
Mistress with a dry sherry before retreating to the kitchen to
lay out all the food for the party. in no time at all, i am
summoned upstairs to help my Mistress shower, make-up (i
am now very careful, and i only receive a mild rebuke), and
dress Her into a stunning purple satin evening dress, with
lots of shiny taffeta ruffs and frills. With matching dark
purple lipstick and nails, i am sure that She will be the belle
of the ball!

i have just finished straightening Her hair, when the door
bell goes, and i gaily trip downstairs (you notice that i am by
now quite proficient in running in my four inch heels ). i
open the door to a stunning tall redhead, clad in a full length
bright red PVC mac, which glistens with the raindrops on
it. i welcome Her in and help Her off with Her coat ( this is
such dreamy work!!). She asks me if i am new at the job,
and as i lead Her into the sitting room, i feel Her hand go
under my skirt, and stroke my botty, which tingles with the
soreness from its treatment. She detects my squirming, and
runs Her fingers inside my panties. i stop, and turn to Her,
shy and embarrassed. " i have more for you later" She
laughs, and runs a stroke across my breasts. This is going to
cost me in pain from my Mistress later, i fear. After i get
Her a drink, i leave Her with my Mistress as i hear another
ring at the door. As i go out, i hear them discussing me
which makes me blush deep red, especially as they are
talking about my body, and my pretty clothes as if i was a
toy.

in the next half hour, another dozen beautiful women arrive,
and many are dressed in sexy plastic rainwear, which i
surreptitiously fondle as i put them in the closet. Lots of the
arrivals emulate the first, and play with accessible parts of
my body, which raises me to heights of excitement. When
all have arrived, i go round with a tray, taking orders for
more drinks, and serving them with the food that i have
prepared. i notice that the main topic of conversation is me,
and the ladies are quite unabashed in their openness about
their thoughts on my body, clothing, and deportment. When
all have finished eating, and i have cleared away the plates,
my Mistress calls for silence, and clears a space in the
middle of the room. i am then instructed in Her firmest
voice to stand in the middle, and my Mistress then relates
the story of my crimes of the afternoon. Of course, all Her
friends are bubbling with the news that She has bought six
new pretty plastic raincoats, and insist that they be allowed
to see them. i am sent to collect them, and i trip off to
collect them, all smartly hanging in our wardrobes upstairs
on hangers, as they crease easily, and we always like to look
our smartest when wearing them. When i return to the
sitting room, i am quickly surrounded by the friends, all
holding the coats up and admiring them.

"Girls, Girls!!" shouts my Mistress, which quickly brings
order (Oh! isn't She domineering, not just to me, but to all
Her friends). "if you want to see them properly, then let us
have a proper fashion show, and Jennifer (that's me, of
course) will be our mannequin." i am taken out of the
room, into the kitchen by my Mistress, and told to take off
my apron and dress, to put on one of the coats, and to step
out of the front door, dressed in only my undies, corset, and
high heeled shoes, so that the coat can get nice and wet, to
show off its features to the best.

What a thrill this is, as the cold plastic against my skin is
nerve tingling, and when i am pushed outside the door into
the well- lit street, many of the people passing by cast more
than a passing glance at me. After a minute, when the
raindrops have rattled against the outside of my hood ( that
is such sweet music), and some even run down the inside of
the hood, making the plastic feel even colder against my
skin. When the delicious mac is dripping wet, i am called in,
and taken into the sitting room. Well, would you believe
that girls could be so forward, with wolf whistles and cat
calls. i parade up and down, this time in the long blue maxi
cape, twirling like as professional model, and having my
botty slapped, pinched, or most delicious, stroked by the
audience. i have to open the buttons to the waist, so that
there is a tantalising show of my bare leg through the blue
plastic. Then i am sent to the kitchen again, to change into
the next coat, sent out into the rain, and the whole
performance is repeated five times. My Mistress each time
selects the coat that i must wear, but i notice that the bronze
mac, the cause of my naughtiness, is not amongst the coats.

When the sixth has been admired, fondled, and changed out
of, i am called back into the sitting room, still dressed in my
undies. i am told to take off my corset, and put on a
suspender belt and bra, both in a most feminine shade of
pink. This i do to rude shouts and calls which make me
blush, and i am almost in tears by the time i am ready. My
Mistress then produces the bronze coat, and tells me to
explain to all Her friends the circumstances in which i got it.
One of the girls says that i should reconstruct the events,
and She makes me go through the whole episode with Her
acting as the shopkeeper. Of course this is fun for Her, and
so all of them insist on having a go, and so i have to put on
and take off that delicious bronze mac time after time, and
the girls try different ways to excite me.

My Mistress then asks them whether they agree that i have
been naughty, and they all agree. She then asks what
punishment i deserve, and each is invited in turn to suggest
a punishment. The first, the tall redhead, with a wicked look
on Her face, really made me cry with Her suggestion. "i
suggest that we each be allowed to have Jennifer for a night
as our own personal slave, and that we each try out our
own ideas as punishments for Her. Then, in two weeks time,
we will have another party, if you like at my house, when
we will each show our punishment techniques on Jennifer,
and the one with the best can have Her for another week as
slave as prize."

They all shouted out with enthusiasm for this, while little
tears trickled down my cheeks. What was to become of me
in the homes of these powerful women? i thought that my
Mistress would not wish to share me with Her friends, but
She is delighted with the idea, but says that She wants
some immediate punishment for me, as i have been such a
naughty girl, and must be taught a lesson.

One women. tall stately blonde, says that i should be
subjected to figure correction, using a very tightly tied
corset, and be made to wear 6 or 7 inch heels, which will
remind me that i am now a girl, and that i must act like one.
i am led into the hall. and my Mistress produces a thin silk
scarf, with which She ties my wrists together. A rope is then
passed through my wrists, and the end is looped over a
hook high up in the ceiling. The friends then all haul on the
other end, and to the accompaniment of my sobbing, and
promises to be good in future, i rise up in the air until my
feet are no longer touching the floor. The end of the rope is
tied to a hook in the wall, and willing hands remove all my
clothes, with much fondling of all my most private parts.
There are also lots of rude remarks which make me only
sob more.

Meanwhile, my Mistress has been to Her bedroom, and
returns with a very narrow Victorian corset, firmly boned, in
shiny scarlet PVC. it is wrapped round my body, or should
i say only about two thirds of my body, as its waist is only
18 inches! All the girls start pummelling my flesh, and the
drawstrings on the corset are gradually pulled tighter, while
my breath comes harder and harder, even stopping my
sobs. When the two sides meet, firm straps are tightened at
the back away from my reach. Next, my pretty black patent
shoes are removed, and thigh length matching red patent
boots with Oh my! 7-inch stiletto heels, are drawn over my
stockings. i notice that they fit my little feet well, and so are
probably a pair of my Mistress's, as we have the same size in
all clothes and shoes. Willing hands pull up the zips, and tie
the drawstrings at the tops, ( and roam over nearby parts of
my body in a most brazen way!).

The rope is undone at the wall, and i am slowly lowered.
First, my heels touch the floor, and it seems ages before i
am lowered enough to get my toes down, and i find it very
difficult to keep my legs straight at the knee. When all
weight comes off the rope, i realise the full effect of the
corset, which seems to be cutting me in half. My wrists are
undone, and the girls wrap me in the pretty little gingham
dress that we bought earlier in the day. The difference now
is that the belt at the waist can now be tightened to its
maximum, and i am led to the mirror to see what a slim
figure i now have become.

Naturally, all the girls want me to model our plastic macs
again in my dress and red boots and so i have to parade up
and down the lounge again, tottering on the high heels. As
it is near the end of the party, i am sent to get the coats of
the guests, and naturally, they make me model their
gorgeous PVC coats ( and this is supposed to be
punishment!! i can think of few greater thrills than to be
admired by a circle of beautiful girls for my prettiness,
especially clad in plastic, and dressed as a pretty girl). But,
the night has to end, and one by one the guests leave, with
many a comment on the punishments to come to me, and all
giving me a fondle in one part or another.

My Mistress sends me into the kitchen to tidy up ,which is
painful with the high heels and extremely tight corset. But, i
suspect that i will be required to keep these clothes on for
some time as training, and so i resolve to get used to them.
After all, they are for a good purpose, to train my figure to
a more feminine shape, and to teach me to walk in a pretty
way, showing off my legs to best advantage. i am sent with
all the delicious plastic macs up to the wardrobe, and my
Mistress teases me that i have come to like them too much,
and if i am naughty, She will not let me wear them or touch
them as a punishment. She sees that this brings little tears
to the corner of my eyes, and so She laughs, and gaily cries
"Get along, now, Jennifer, and mind how you put those
away, as they are our newest and best clothes." Of course, i
handle them most carefully, and hang them most tidily in the
wardrobe (but i can't resist burying my face in them before
rushing back downstairs!)

When all is cleared away, i return to the lounge, where my
Mistress calls me over to sit on Her knee, and She strokes
my hair, and asks me whether i enjoyed the party.

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" i cry, "but i don't like being punished,
and i will try to be a better girl tomorrow"

"I'm sure you will, Jennifer, and I can see that you are
already becoming soft and feminine as I want you. Do you
want to stay as a girl?"

"Oh it's lovely to be a girl, and i am so grateful to you for
changing me so well".

"Right, you have a lot to do tomorrow, so we had better get
to bed, so come on upstairs and help me change into my
night clothes".

i follow Her meekly upstairs, into Her bedroom, and help
Her off with Her pretty party frock. Next. i take Her night
suit, a long blue neglige which i help over Her head, and
smooth carefully over Her magnificent body. After i have
taken down Her hair from the bun in which i had tied it
earlier, i am passed a hair brush, and required to brush Her
long silky black hair while She sits in front of the mirror
and takes off Her make-up. She occasionally slips Her hand
up the front of my dress, and wanders Her finger inside my
panties, just to see me blush, but i am warned not to pull
away, or to stop the brushing. When i do flinch, i am
reminded of my subjugation by a smart smack on my botty
with the back of the hairbrush. After twenty minutes, i put
the brush down and help Her into bed. i am then sent to my
room next door, to get my baby doll nightie, which i put on,
still over the tight corset and boots. My Mistress then calls
me into Her bed, and "enjoys" me until She falls asleep
hours later. i cannot sleep, as i lie awake thinking of all the
exciting things that have happened since i woke that
morning, and of the thrilling days to come, even though i
know that every day will bring a new punishment. At least i
am serving my Mistress.


Rosemary

CHAPTER 3 - WORKING MAID

The morning brings me more excitement, and more pleasure
at becoming a girl. When i wake, my Mistress is still asleep,
and so i creep quietly out of bed, pull on a flimsy pink
nylon neglige, with lots of lace and bows, a pair of feather
covered high heeled mules, and sneak downstairs to
prepare my Mistresses breakfast. After the tray is ready, i
collect the newspaper from the door, iron it tidily, and
creep upstairs to the bedroom. My Mistress is awake, and i
am treated to a word of congratulation. While She eats Her
breakfast, i creep into the spare bathroom, undress, and
shower myself, anointing my body with perfume and talc to
make me smell even more girlie.

i wash my hair, and when i have dried my body ( and
admired its improving shape in front of the full-length
mirror; the corsetry is beginning to bring in the waist, and
give me some feminine hips; even my bust is looking
bigger), i sit at the make-up table with a hair drier. Once
that is done, i shape and revarnish my toe nails, again with
pale pink, which goes so well with my blonde hair. i strap
on tightly a pale pink basque, which does wonders for my
figure, over a pair of frilly lacy pink panties.

i am now quite happy ( really, i love the task! ) at applying
my own make-up, and use matching pink lipstick, with a
liberal application of lip gloss, matching nail varnish, and
dress in a clean uniform the same as the previous day. The
patent black stilettos slip comfortably over my black sheer
seamed stockings, which i have got quite straight, and i am
sure that my body is adjusting happily to its new, and i
hope, permanent style of dress. The wig tops off a pretty
picture, and now ready for the day, i trip gaily into my
Mistress's room, ready to obey Her every command.

i spend the next half hour in the delightful task of preparing
Mistress for the day, dressing Her and cosseting Her. When
She is ready to go downstairs, i meekly follow with the
breakfast tray, and happily spend the rest of the morning
happily dusting, cleaning, and doing all the duties an
obedient servant girl must do.

One bit of extra pleasure comes when i have to bring the
washing in from the clothes line because of the rain. i find a
'working' plastic mac behind the kitchen door ( because it is
for working in, it is no less pleasure to wear, possibly even
more, because of its style). it is in clear white plastic, knee
length, with big wide sleeves for ease of movement, and a
pixie hood in the pocket. i slip the coat over my minidress,
tie the dainty little hood around my chin, and rush out into
the garden with a clothes basket. By now the rain is quite
hard, and is running in streams off the plastic, and i have to
stretch up to take the pegs off the clothes.

i am suddenly aware that i am being watched, and looking
behind me i realise that over the hedge next door, a young
man is watching with obvious pleasure every time my
stretch pulls up the hem of my dress, and he can see the tops
of my stockings and my suspenders through the clear
plastic. He smiles at me, which is more like a lecherous leer.
i have not got time to bother with him, or even to give him
less to look at, as Mistress's clothes are getting wet, and i
must get them in the dry. With a lusty wolf whistle ringing
in my ears, i run back to the kitchen as fast as my stilettos
will carry me, blushing deeply at the treatment of men, but
secretly thrilled that i am attractive to them as a sexy and
lovely girl. As i pass in through the kitchen door, i .notice
that Mistress has been watching me through the window,
and so i quite expect that further punishment will come.

CHAPTER 4 - BABY DAY

The rest of the morning passes quickly; i serve Mistress a
mid morning snack, acting as demurely as possible so that i
might escape punishment. i notice a smile on Her face,
which i suspect to be a sign of the correction due for my
flirting. But lunch is passed without incident, and after i
have cleared away and washed up, i am called into the
lounge.

"i saw you giving encouragement to that man next door,
Jennifer, and you know that i do not like you flirting".

" i have decided that you have missed out in the normal
development of a girl; you have started as a twenty year old,
and have missed out on school days" "This must be
remedied, follow me!"

Oh! my goodness, what indignity am i to suffer now? i am
led upstairs, to the spare bedroom, and told to undress again
completely. i am very careful with my lovely clothes,
folding them carefully on the spare bed, and in no time at
all, i am standing completely naked in front of Mistress,
with little tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

"Right, now you must start as a schoolgirl, " She cries, and
from the wardrobe, She pulls a box (one of many, all
labelled, with interesting names such as "nurse", and
"harem girl" . My training could yet be very interesting!)

Opening the box, She draws out frilly pink plastic girly
panties, a white silk blouse with short puffed sleeves, tied
with lace ribbons, a gymslip, a tiered lacy petticoat, a pair
of white ankle socks, and a pair of shiny black pumps, with
sweet little "T" straps and buckles. i am told to dress in
these clothes, which i do; the panties are strange, but as
Mistress mischievously points out, they are in case of "
accidents". When i have put the pretty little shoes on,
Mistress insists on pulling the cross straps very tight to train
my feet to be femininely petite.

Looking in the mirror when finished, i am shocked to see
how i have been transformed into a tall young schoolgirl.
One thing must be altered; earrings are removed, and my
own hair is expertly braided into two long plaits by
Mistress, which are tied with two pink ribbons. The tight
plaits really make me aware of the c***dish hair style, and
the low heeled shoes are a change from the stilettos. Still, i
will have to earn the right to return to the sexy feel of the
stilettos under my heels, with the thrust forward of my
breasts.

"Right, we're off to the shops, and as a young girl, we have
a special plastic mac for you" Mistress exclaims, with more
than a hint of menace in Her voice.

>From a hanger in the cupboard, She hands me a tight fitting
baby pink transparent plastic coat, with a wide buckle belt,
big plastic buttons, and an attached pixie hood with pink tie
ribbons at the throat. i pull it on over my gymslip, and find
that it hugs the contours of my body, and with the belt
tightly pulled, shows my school costume clearly through the
plastic, and shows that i have now but a little girl's figure,
with no bust. i pull the hood over my plaits, and when i tie
the collar ribbons, the hood is pulled tight over my head, so
that i can feel the plastic against the plaits in my hair.
Mistress insists that for the whole day, i suck my thumb like
a baby, to add to my embarrassment!

Off we go, out to the shops in the heavy rain, with Mistress
holding my hand, and i am taken to sweet shops where, to
my embarrassment, i am bought c***dren's sweets, to a toy
shop where i am bought dolls and a skipping rope, and
Mistress makes it completely clear to all the shop assistants
that the dolls are for me as presents when i am a good girl. i
am required to carry one large doll in the crook of my arm
for the rest of the shopping trip, which attracts many
amused looks from both men and women passers by.

Next to a big department store, where we look through the
frilly party dresses, school wear, one piece young girl's
swimming costumes, and very c***dish nightwear. Here, my
embarrassment is compounded by being required to cry on
such clothes (i am not big, and i can fit many of the larger
costumes). The assistants find it really interesting, and
although they must realise my age, they play along and talk
to me and about me as if i am still a c***d. After a selection
of new c***dren's clothes have been tried on when i am
helped in dressing by one of the assistants, modelled and
displayed to all in the department, undressed again with
help, packed and paid for, the assistant buttons my plastic
mac for me, belts it tightly and ties a big bow at the neck
when the hood is replaced on my head. She then bids us
farewell, and laughingly hands me a big lollipop and a big
red balloon for being such a good girl. Mistress will not
allow these embarrassing gifts without a proper display of
good manners being shown by me, and insists that i curtsy
nicely, and thank the kind lady "like a good girl". The
assistant thanks me with a kindly peck on my reddening
cheek.

On the way home, there is a large park, and i am led in to
the c***dren's play area. While Mistress sits on a park bench,
i am sent to play on the swings with the other c***dren, and
when they start to play k**dies games, i am told firmly to
join in. The adults around are greatly amused, and i am
given much encouragement. When the other c***dren are
finished playing, i am given my skipping rope, and told to
skip gaily around the park. i am then told to show the other
little girls my new doll, and we are watched playing dolls
for an hour.

By this time, i am almost permanently in tears of shame, and
Mistress leads me from the park to a nearby bus stop, where
we wait for the bus in a long queue, while i still hold my
doll and balloon. Once on the bus, we find a seat, and i am
loudly told to sit still and not fidget, in the firm tone a
mother uses for her c***d. When we reach the next stop, and
more passengers get on, Mistress says loudly "Jennifer,
stand up and offer your seat to an adult, there's a good
girl!!" A tall stately blonde woman dressed in a bright purple
minicoat takes my seat, and joins in the game by thanking
me loudly, turning to Mistress, and saying how well
behaved i am, and such a pretty little girl. At the sight of
my tears, she says "There, there, don't cry, little one, come
and sit on my lap". i have to endure the rest of the journey
sitting on her lap while she strokes my hair, comforts me,
and surreptitiously fondles my little body through my baby
pink pvc mac to the amusement of all the rest of the
passengers.

When we get home, i am sent upstairs to change into my
new party frock, to wash the tears from my eyes, and to put
on a pinafore for my tea, so that my new dress does not get
messed while i am eating. When i have changed, put away
my c***dren's clothes neatly, and put on a pretty little pink
pinafore over my new dress, i trip downstairs where, to my
surprise, i find that there are a crowd of about a dozen
young girls and boys like myself.

"Come on in, Jennifer, I have invited some friends around
for tea; you can all play together, while we adults watch"

i enter the lounge, and find that all of Mistresses friends
from the previous night have come round, and clearly they
have "acquired" slaves like me, all very prettily dressed in
party frocks and the boys in smart shorts. And the real
surprise is that all the girls are changed boys like me, and
the boys are changed girls. It is noticeable that all the girls'
clothes are baby pink, while the boys' are blue, in keeping
with their new sex.

We girls are led to one corner, where for an hour we play
happily with our dolls, while the 'boys' are on the other side
of the room playing with toy cars and soldiers. The
Mistresses sit around the room, treating us in their
conversation as almost infant c***dren.

Next, we are sent to the bathroom one at a time to wash our
hands, and when we return, have to line up in front of the
Mistresses to check that are hands are clean. Then we are
allowed to sit at the big table, where we are served jelly, ice
cream, lemonade, and cakes. All of us girls are wearing
frilly pinafores to keep our party dresses clean, but our
shame is increased by having to wear frilly bibs tied tightly
at our necks. After eating, we are told to clear away the
table, and then a game of hide and seek is organised, where
we 'girls' must hide, and the 'boys' search for us, with much
ribald encouragement from mistresses. When one of us is
found, she is brought into the lounge and all the 'boys ' line
up for a kiss, to the great amusement of the onlookers.
Other such games as Postman's Knock, Doctors and
Nurses, and Sardines follow, which provide the maximum
embarrassment to us c***dren.

At nine o'clock, the Mistresses shout that it is time for us
c***dren to go home, as it is late. As hostess, i am sent to
the cloakroom for our guests coats, and ( i'm sure that you
have guessed it by now) all the girls have come in girly
plastic macs like mine, but in a variety of colours and
styles, some capes. i am required to help them dress, and
then give each a sisterly kiss of farewell. My mistress'
friends have also come in their delicious plastic coats, and i
am treated to helping them on with their coats. They
obviously know of my pleasure in them, and taunt me with
it.

When all have left, i am called back into the lounge by
Mistress, and made to sit on her knee.

"Now, Jennifer, you were a good girl this evening in front of
all your little friends, and I am pleased with you for that, but
I am still a little cross with you for playing up to their
Mistresses, and I noticed the way you fondled their coats.
You therefore must have some punishment to teach you a
lesson, so bend over my knee, my girl."

i tearfully obey, and mistress pulls up the back of the skirt of
my new party frock, and pulls down my frilly pink panties.
Then she gives me a dozen hard smacks on my bare botty,
and i am then sent to stand in the corner facing the wall with
my thumb in my mouth, to think of my naughtiness.

After half an hour, during which the tears run down my
cheek, and my shoulders shake from sobbing, i am called
into the dining room and told to help with the clearing of
the table and then the washing up. When all is done, i am
sent to get a book, and sitting on Mistresses knee, i am
read to from "Mopsy's Day Out", a c***dren's book.

By ten o'clock, i am shooed up to bed, where i carefully
hang my new party frock on a hanger in the wardrobe, and
fold all the other clothes, wash my face of the tears and
clean my teeth. Mistress comes up, and straps onto my body
a close fitting body - corset, which encases my body from
neck to thighs, leaving plenty of space for my young breasts
to expand, but forcing flesh into a more feminine shape on
the rest of my torso. The waist is reduced by tight straps at
the back , now to 17 inches, which almost restricts my
breathing, but i am content as i know that it will make me
look more girly. My feet are forced into tight leather shoe
forms, with pointed toes and with an adjustable instep
which can be bent at any angle to simulate very high heels.
Mistress starts me at the equivalent of 5 inch heels! i slip
over this a long c***dren's pink nightie, and when i am
tucked up in bed, Mistress comes in to turn the light off,
and says "Night-night, Jennifer, sleep tight, and tomorrow
you can be a bigger girl perhaps." i fall asleep dreaming of
once again being a big girl, and wearing feminine clothes
again. How my next day was to fulfil my wishes.

CHAPTER 5 - A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A WHORE

The next morning, i awake early and am immediately aware
of the restricting garments that i have on. i climb carefully
from my bed, slip on a lacy dressing gown, and hobble
downstairs to prepare Mistress's breakfast. Having served
her, i return to my room meekly, and settle back in bed
until called; i dare not dress, as i do not know what Mistress
has in store for me. After a half hour, i am called into
Mistress's bedroom.

"Jennifer, in view of your flirtatious nature, i have decided
that you must be shown the consequences of such
behaviour."

I am sent to bathe after she has released the straps of my
body corset (they are at the back so that i cannot give
myself any relief from the restriction during the night ). The
water is a sensuous pleasure on the released parts of my
body, and in the middle of my bath, Mistress comes into the
bathroom, and stares at my body.

"You are developing well, Jennifer, there are definite girly
curves appearing." To illustrate, she prods my swelling
breasts and hips in a most provocative way.

"Now, let's get you started on the day's treatment" and with
that, she pours a large amount of powerfully smelling cheap
perfume into the bath. When i have finished washing
myself, and climb out of the bath to dry off, the cheap scent
sticks to my body. Once dry, i pull on the dressing gown,
and walk through to my bedroom.

"Here is your costume for today" Mistress taunts me. On
the bed (which i made before bathing, like a good girl) is a
most provocative costume. which i will describe as i dress
in it. Firstly, a tight shiny white satin basque with thin
shoulder straps is wrapped around my upper torso; once
again, it is very tight when the front draw strings are pulled,
forcing my already developing breasts up into the cups and
above, and giving me a sexy little cleavage. Next, i pull on a
most effective cache - sex, which even to the feel gives the
impression of the female form between the thighs, and still
passes on a sensuous sensation to the body ( as i am to find
out often in the days to come). Over this i pull on a pair of
brief white panties which have layers of frothy lace on them.
Lying on the bed, i bend to paint my toe-nails bright shiny
pillar box red with nail varnish, and when they are dry, i
draw up over my long slender legs a pair of black fish net
stockings. These are held in place by a white lace suspender
belt which matches the panties. Around my waist, i fasten
an oh so brief white skin tight PVC miniskirt; it barely
covers my botty at the back! Down its front, it has a zip for
quick release!

Next, i am sat (with difficulty, in the tight skirt ) at the
dressing table, and long pointed artificial nails are glued to
my already shapely ones. Then all ten are painted in the
same glossy red varnish as my toes. While waiting for these
to dry, Mistress fits onto my head a full blonde wig, which
she backcombs outrageously, so that its size is more than
doubled. Now my nails are dry, and i am passed a pair of
thigh length white patent PVC boots, with 7 inch stiletto
heels. These i pull over my fish net stockings, and i notice
that two inches of the top of the stockings show above the
boots, and two inches of suspenders show below the hem of
my skirt! i bend with difficulty, and pull up the full length
zips on the inside of each boot, which wraps them tightly
around my legs.

i am then instructed by Mistress in the make-up to apply.
The base is a very pale colour, which makes me look ill, and
the eyes, after fitting 2 inch long luxuriously curvy false
eyelashes, are lined with black lines to match the mascara.
Silver eyeshadow which contains tinsel is applied to my
eyelids, and my cheekbones are made more prominent by
ample application of red blusher. A red beauty spot is
applied to one cheek. Finally, the lips are outlined with a
thin dark red line, and are painted with bright red lipstick to
match my nails. Naturally they are highlighted with lots of
lip gloss, a new variety which helps to keep the lipstick on
permanently through the day. This becomes most valuable
as the day progresses, which you will read about below.
>From a drawer at the front of the dressing table, Mistress
takes a pair of 4 inch long heavy shiny white plastic
earrings, in a most common design, and a matching
necklace, which hangs right into my cleavage. The earrings
hang heavy on my pierced lobes, which are still learning to
bear weight, and knock against my bare shoulders. i dose
myself liberally in more of the cheap perfume.

When i stand in front of the full length mirror, the change
from my appearance of the previous day is unbelievable! "
Well, miss Jennifer, now you look like what you have so far
only acted like; a common prostitute!!" The high heels make
my botty and breasts stick out, and they and the tight
miniskirt means that i have to walk with little mincing steps
in a most provocative way. There is no doubt about it; i
look just like a tart!

When i have cleared away all the make-up equipment, i am
led downstairs, a tricky operation in the high heels, where i
make myself a simple breakfast of coffee and dry toast. i am
required to sit on a high stool with my legs crossed, which
makes the skirt ride up even farther, revealing a white
triangle between my thighs, a sure tease to any man who
sees me. i question Mistress on the fact that i have no
blouse over the top of the basque.

"This way, the customer gets a better view of the
merchandise" she teases.

When i have cleared up breakfast, i am made to practice
walking up and down the lounge, swinging my hips, and
smiling in as sexy a manner as possible. When, after half an
hour of this training, Mistress declares that she is satisfied
with my style, She sends me upstairs to get her coat - the
shiny black maxi cape, which she wears over a black PVC
low cut mini dress and black patent ankle boots with large
silver buckles - and i am told to bring the clear white plastic
mini coat for myself. When i return, i help her on with her
coat, and slip mine on over my bare shoulders ( a
scrumptious sensation of the cold plastic on my flesh). The
transparent coat provocatively reveals all the tarty clothes i
am wearing underneath, as well as my bare arms and
shoulders. The hem comes only to the hem of my miniskirt,
so that the tops of my fish net stockings and the suspenders
are revealed for all to see! i carry a small shiny white
handbag with a long shoulder strap, and out we go into the
rain. Fortunately, the hood on my coat is really big, and so it
fits well over the high back combed blonde hair, which has
been set firmly with a mousse spray.

The women we pass on the pavement all give me shocked,
and largely disapproving looks, which, as i know that they
arise from jealousy, can only be flattering to me in my aims
to be a woman like them. Many are dressed in shiny PVC
coats, and one who walks ahead of us for quite a way, has
on a glorious shiny pillar box red Polyurethane three-quarter
length coat with a shawl collar. Others are in the
fashionable black PVC coats, but none as sexy as those of
Mistress and i.

The men we meet, however, stare at me with clear lust in
their eyes. The clear plastic coat lets them see the skimpy
costume; the hem of the coat comes to the top of my PVC
thigh boots, and the clear plastic hood lets my bouffant
blonde hair show through. The men are definitely turned on
by the practised swing of my hips and bottom, and i am sure
that many have the same pleasure in plastic and PVC as me,
as the shiny clothing seems to get felt very often by
wandering hands of passing males!

My Mistress leads me down through the town to an area
near the docks, where she selects a pub, and leads me to the
door.

'Now, Jennifer, I am going in for a drink, and I want you to
stand out here, leaning against the wall, with one leg cocked
up. Open your coat, flick back the hood, and let the men
see what you have to offer! You must smile at any man who
comes past, and if they speak to you, I want you to speak
in your huskiest voice, and see how well you can sell your
body! When you get trade, you can use that hotel over the
road; I have booked room 69 for you for the day, and the
management know what you are up to!!"

i followed her instructions while my cheeks went bright red
with the embarrassment of my position. The rain was no
longer heavy, and so the