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A Weekend with Peg A crossdressing and bondage fantasy by Brenda Heels - The drive Peg had been an online buddy for years. She has been supportive of CD's in her area, and actively recruited them to join her MSN club. She more than any other had helped re-enforce "Brenda" as a true persona rather than just an online handle. Peg had helped introduce me to other CD's on the web, and was amazing with her understanding of what I was going through. Peg is a woman, (a real one) and a Mistress. A Mistress, not in the illicit sexual partner sense, but in the true 'Domina' sense of the word. She enjoys having her man submit to her will, and knows how to use a riding crop! So it's no wonder why I am drawn to Peg. She knows and understands me only too well. That's not to say my wife doesn't understand me, because she does. I am truly blessed to have a wife that knows all about Brenda, and all her desires. Corinne buys me shoes, clothes, makeup, jewelry... anything she can so that I can become Brenda Heels. She's really wonderful. Corinne does have some limitations however. She married me as a man, and that is how she prefers me sexually. So I keep my dressing activities out of the bedroom. I don't think it's so unreasonable, and it's a sacrifice I gladly make. Corinne has one other limitation. She isn't into bondage. That is to say, she isn't into binding me and dominating me. She herself likes, occasionally, to be restrained during an evening of passion. She just isn't the type to tie up another. So how do I fulfill the need to be submissive with a wife who can't be dominant? That is precisely the problem that I have found a way to address. And the address is in Minnesota. Twelve hours away! But I am betting that I won't be disappointed. The two days of driving will be well worth the reward. I wanted to take a whole weekend to stay at Peg's hotel. An entire weekend where I could be Brenda twenty-four hours a day. Eat, sleep, shop, and party as a woman. Truly a dream come true! Corinne would stay with the kids, and let Brenda have a weekend to her self! I told you she was understanding! I took a long weekend off of work, planning on driving up Friday, and returning on Monday. I'd fly, but short hop tickets are way too expensive, and I'd rather spend the money on shoes! So all week, I picked out outfits, lingerie, and shoes. I packed dresses, skirts and blouses, panties, bras, and heels to match the outfits. Since I'm driving, I didn't mind having three suitcases for a weekend! Try flying on a weekend trip with a stuffed garment bag and two huge suitcases! The FBI would have me strip searched... So my bags packed and ready for the weekend, I get up early Friday morning and pack up the car. I decide to wear women's clothing, but surreptitiously. I have on black silky pants, and a mock turtleneck. Of course I have on panties and a slip underneath, with black stockings and a garter belt. I have always preferred stockings to pantyhose, but I do have a few pair of hose packed too. I have a pair of women's shoes that are oxford style, and indistinguishable to all but a true shoe fetishist. So dressed appropriately, I headed west. The drive itself was uneventful if you exclude the traffic nightmare that is Chicago. Fortunately driving through in late morning speeds up the trip quite a bit. No stalled traffic on the 294! I stop for a few potty breaks along the way, but I don't stop to "change" until I get north of St. Paul. Peg's hotel is about an hour north of St. Paul, and I want to arrive "en femme". Evening is encroaching on my drive, and I look for a rest stop to complete my transformation. - Arrival At the first rest stop north of the Minneapolis / St. Paul area, I pull over to finish off my feminine guise. I packed my razor and makeup in a separate bag, along with my wig and a brush. I find a spot in the rest area away from the rest of the cars. Fortunately it's not too busy at this time of evening. I guess most normal people are having dinner, and not driving the highways. I stuff a towel in my collar, and fire up the electric razor. I didn't shave this morning, and let the beard grow all day so it would be easy to get really close. After shaving, I put on my foundation, my eyes, blush, powder and then finish off with the lips. I make the look feminine and businesslike and not too trashy. I slip the wig on, and straighten out the flyaways. I take a moment to change into some navy mid-heel pumps for the fun of it. I had taken the time to paint my toenails earlier in the week, but I now decide that painting my fingernails will complete the illusion. So I dig into the cosmetic bag, and find some red polish. The red sets off the black and navy of the rest of the outfit. Plus, it also happens to match the toes! It's taken a half-hour to finish off this little transformation, and I need to get on the road again. The last hour passes so slowly I begin to question the very fabric of time! Finally, I arrive at Peggy's hotel. It's a typical modern franchise place, and Peggy owns this and a few others in the region. Quite the business genius our Peg! She has arranged for a complimentary room for the weekend, so all I need to do is sign in. Even my reservation is under "Brenda Heels"! I park at the front door, and walk into the lobby, waiting for giggles, stares, or some such affirmation that I was not born as a female of the species. Nothing untoward greets me on my way to the check in counter. A pretty younger woman with a name badge that reads "Amy" greets me and requests my name. My voice is so deep that it is impossible to disguise as feminine, but I give her a Kathleen Turner-esque reply of "Heels. Brenda Heels". She doesn't even bat an eyelash, and says, "Yes, Ms. Heels, you are in room 202 this weekend, and everything is already taken care of. Jenny will help you with your bags. Jenny?" Another lovely woman appears at my side and indicates for me to lead the way. She grabs a cart on the way and goes out to the car with me. We load the bags onto the cart, and she asks for my car keys. I tell her that no, I can park it myself, and she says "Ms. Heels, please let me park it for you. Peg has told us to roll out the red carpet for your stay and I would love to park it for you. I'll leave the keys at the counter for you when it is parked". I figure, 'when in Rome', so I hand her the keys, and lead the way back into the hotel and up to my home for the next two days and three nights. When we get to the room, Jenny brings in my bags and then tells me that she will unpack everything for me, and for me to just sit and relax after my long drive. This is just too much for me! I try to tell her no, that I will be fine unpacking, but she just won't hear of it! "Please Ms. Heels! Peggy's instructions! You are in for a royal weekend!" At that, she smiles and begins to open my luggage. I figure it's not worth worrying about, so I flop down in the recliner, and decide to check out what's on the tube. Jenny is about halfway done unpacking my luggage, when she turns to me and asks, "Where do you want these?" I immediately begin to blush because she has my Vera Bradley bag of bondage gear and sex toys. She had opened it to unpack it, and is standing there with a ballgag and leather wrist strap in one hand, and the bag in the other. "Oh, just leave all that stuff in the bag, and leave it by the bed. I don't even know why I brought it since I was really only planning on dressing this weekend" I say to her, trying not to stammer and look as embarrassed as I am! Jenny finishes unpacking for me, and then comes over and grabs me by the hand. "Let me show you where everything is, Ms. Heels" as she leads me to the bathroom. " I have put your cosmetic bags here at the dressing table" she begins. Wow! A real live dressing table! "All your hanging clothes are here in the closet. You have some lovely things by the way." Jenny continued. She led me back into the main room, and showed me the drawers where my underwear and other lingerie were laid out carefully. "Well, Ms. Heels, I truly hope you enjoy your stay this weekend!" she said with enough sincerity to make me notice it! I began to reach for my purse to reward the service of this darling creature, but she again said "No, Thank you! Peggy has taken care of everything! Please relax, and if you need anything at all tonight..." she said with a noticeable pause, "please don't hesitate to call Amy or myself to attend to your needs! Misstr.. I mean Miss Peggy is out tonight, but will call on you tomorrow. She says she has some interesting things planned for you." I caught the stumble at 'miss', but decided to leave it for another time. I knew Peg's proclivities perfectly well, and I began to assume that the staff of this hotel were more than just her employees. So much the better! I immediately began to relax and realize that this was going to be an easy and fun weekend living like a woman! Bless that Peg! I turned the TV back on and flipped through the channels. Maybe some Law and Order was on. As I sat down on the end of the bed, I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch! I had been so excited about finishing dressing, and the last bit of the drive that I forgot to stop and eat! Well, I walked to the desk, and flipped open the room service menu. Nothing too pretentious on the menu, which probably means the food is decent. I pick up the phone and push '0', and immediately a female voice at the other end says "Yes, Ms. Heels?" I give a quiet chuckle, and order a sandwich and a bottle of wine. They have a nice White Zinfandel on the menu, and I figure I don't have to finish it all tonight! I settle back to watch the idiot box again, and in a matter of minutes there is a knock at the door. I get up to answer, but the door opens before I can get there. It's Jenny again, with a tray with my food and bottle of wine. "Oh, please sit Ms. Heels! Here, at the desk. I'll got and get some ice to keep the wine cool." With that she picks the ice bucket up, and goes out the door again. Before I can get the chair pulled in and consider taking a bite, Jenny comes sweeping back into the room and plops the Zin into the ice. She puts the plate on the table, and sets down silverware, a glass, and pours me some of the White Zin. "It looks like you are all set Ms. Heels." she says. "May I rub your feet for you?" With that I nearly sprayed my sandwich on the wall! She senses my discomfort, and says, "Peg's orders Ma'am!" She drops to the floor, and pulls off my pumps. She begins a wonderful massage of my feet, which aren't in a lot of pain, but she is a pro in the foot massage department! After my sandwich is done, and I've had a glass or two of the wine, (which Jenny refuses to share), I am ready for bed. I thank Jenny profusely, and she leaves me to get ready for bed. As I drift off to sleep, I am confident that this will be a great weekend beyond my dreams! - The next morning Saturday morning, I am awakened by a gentle sound and caress. A woman that I don't recognize is in the room with me! This freaks me out a little, because with the wig on the dresser, and me sleeping in the buff with trashed makeup, I know I must look like a freak of nature! The woman introduces herself as Jasmine, and tells me she is here to help me get ready for my day. The fog in my head begins to clear a little, and I asked her to please describe what she means by "help me get ready". "Well Ms. Heels, I have instructions to help bathe you, and assist you in removing any unwanted hair." I have got to talk to Peg about her staff! I say, "Um, I'm a little uncomfortable about this..." She says "Don't worry, I'm not really into guys, and I'm not here to make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to leave?" I think it over for a few seconds, and then decide that I will have her help shave my whole body. "No Jasmine, lets get started!" I finally stammer out. Jasmine leads me to the oversized bathtub, and begins to draw a bath. Jasmine adds fragrant oils to the bath as it fills. She says "Ms. Heels, where shall we begin?" I inform her of my decision to become hairless from the head down, and she takes it perfectly in stride. "Sit here on the edge of the bath, and I'll get started on your back and chest." She lathers me up, and with a straight razor, expertly removes my hair from the chest, back and arms. Since I am normally really hairy, this is no small task. I already shave my pubic area, so she continues with my ass and my legs next. That is probably a good thing since I didn't really want that straight razor near my equipment! After the shaving was complete, she helped me bathe, removing yesterday's makeup, and scrubs my back for me. What a royal treatment! After my bath, Jasmine rubs more fragrant oil over my freshly shaved areas. "This is a special blend of oil. It will help keep the pores soft to prevent a rash, and also retards the growth of the hairs for a period of time." Jasmine says as she is rubbing the oil all over. It's impossible to not have an erection while she's doing this, but she oils my pubic area with the rest of me and doesn't even linger for a second. That makes me a little more comfortable! After she finishes with the oil, she towels me off and sits me down at the dressing table. "May I do your makeup for you?" Jasmine asks politely. Who was I to object? I put myself in the expert hands of Jasmine, who did an incredible job on my makeup. She also fitted and styled my wig, so that I looked very female without looking like a lady of the evening! When she finished she said that she would leave me to dress in private, and that I was to come down to breakfast as soon as I was ready. I couldn't help asking her for one more opinion, and had her pick out an outfit for me to suit the morning. I finished dressing, and made my way downstairs for breakfast. Amy was still at the desk, and appeared fresh for having been there all night. I asked if she'd been on duty all night. "No, I went off duty shortly after your arrival, and I just came back on. Did you enjoy your bath this morning?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Yes. Yes I did! Never enjoyed anything quite as much in a long time in fact." I replied with my own little twinkle going. Amy pointed at the dining room. "You better get to breakfast Ms. Heels! I believe you are expected." I walked toward the dining area and reveled in the sound of my heels clicking on the tile. I felt sexy, yet somehow not the sleazy / sexy that I usually feel when dressed. The fabric of my lingerie slid against my hairless skin and gave me a little thrill. As I entered the dining room, I heard "Brenda, over hear dear!" It was Peg! I arrived at Peg's table, and one of the dining staff pulled my chair out for me. I noticed that so far, all of Peg's staff was female. I must remember to ask her about this... "So what's on for today Brenda?" Peg inquired. She was dressed in a dark burgundy business suit. As I got closer, I realized the skirt and blazer were leather. Her blouse seemed like silk, and was very elegant. She had matching burgundy pumps and looked very classy and businesslike. I was duly impressed! "Well, I'm no longer sure" I answered truthfully. "I figured I'd spend the weekend in my room, all dressed up but nowhere to go. Maybe get out in the evenings, but that's about it. Did you make plans for us?" "Well, of course I did. You don't think I'd bring you all the way up here and let you bum around did you?" Peg replied. "I have LOTS planned for you this weekend. I'm guessing you won't forget it soon." "I won't forget last night or this morning at this point. You have MORE planned?" I asked incredulously. "Yep. A whole weekend. I hope you have the energy to drive home!" said Peg coyly. "Lets have breakfast and start your weekend!" Peg and I had breakfast, and afterwards, I went up and freshened my makeup, careful not to disturb the wonderful job Jasmine did. I met Peg downstairs in the lobby a short while later. We walked out to her car, a very nice Volvo, and piled in. Peg fired the engine, and we drove out of the hotel parking lot. After a short jaunt on the highway, Peg pulled off, and we approached a large upscale shopping mall. Since it was still early, it wasn't too crowded, and Peg found a spot near a main entrance. "C'mon Brenda, lets get shopping!" I knew I didn't have enough money to do any real damage, so I figured I would sort of hang back while Peg did her shopping, and if I got an opportunity, I might try on shoes or something. So we walked into the mall, two shopaholics on the prowl. - Afternoon shopping Our first stop was a national chain department store. Peg needed some new lingerie for an upcoming night with her boyfriend, so we made our way to the Jr's department. I told Peg "Must be nice, being able to buy normal sizes! I always end up shopping at the 'fat chick' stores". She laughed and said we'd find something for me yet. A sales associate materialized next to us wanting to help. She peered expectantly at Peg and me and seemed to know Peg somehow. We cruised the underwear department for a long time, until we finally found the perfect new outfit for Peg, with the associate in tow the whole time. She made all the right salesperson noises at the right times and whisked the underthings away to wrap them up for Peg. Of course, I told her she needed shoes to go with that, and did she have anything appropriate at home? Peg, not being the shoe-whore that I am, figured that she did indeed need new shoes. So we made for the shoe department to see what they had. Typical of the department stores, the shoes were either too elegant, or too trashy. I made her try on a few that were close, but no cigar. They had nothing we fell in love with, so we decided to mosey on out into the mall for our next adventure, and keep an eye out for shoes. I don't remember Peg ever going to a cash register, but she had her bag with her. One thing you usually find a few of in a mall, is shoe stores. Depending on the mall, you might have a Payless, or a Nine West. Sometimes both, sometimes much more upscale. This mall was turning out to be a shoe-topia. And talk about range! Everything from Payless, to several upscale places with Italian sounding names that I had not heard before. Since we were on a shoe mission, we paid special attention to the shoe stores. Well, at least I did, and Peg seemed to understand. We popped into a Payless right off the bat, and I made a beeline for the Women's 12-13 section. I scanned the racks for something interesting, and much to my dismay, there wasn't even anything worth trying on. And here I was looking femme enough to do so without annoying the sales clerks! I was bummed because nobody else ever carries past size 10 in these mall places. Peg said, "Cheer up Brenda. I think I might know some other places. We'll find something special for you!" We wandered past the aisle in her size and didn't spot anything for her either. So we moseyed (can one mosey in heels?) back out into the mall, in search of footwear. Our next stop was in a Nine West, and while they had some very nice things, there was nothing suitable for Peg's night of passion. So we began to wander up the mall again. We wandered through a couple of the designer shoe places, but didn't see much that wasn't way too expensive, and in some cases downright ugly! The next shoe place reminded me of a "Bakers", or "Wild Pair": full of great sexy shoes. You KNOW we had to stop! We were pulled into the store by a force stronger than Captain Kirk's tractor beam! I immediately began pushing shoes at Peg "Oh, these... Or these... Oh my god, these would be fabulous!" and so on and we hadn't even passed the first table yet. Peg laughed and said "Time out Brenda! We've got all day! Go! Sit!" "Yes Ma'am." I grinned back at her, and dropped my best curtsey to her. I grabbed a chair deep in the store where I could view at all the shoes, and watch Peg shop. Suddenly the magical sales associate pops out of thin air next to me and says, "May I help you Madame?" I blushed deep and tried putting on the Kathleen Turner voice and replied, "No thanks, I doubt you have my size." "Well Madame, what size do you wear? We carry many larger sizes" the woman replied casually. "I would estimate you to be a twelve? Let me measure you." With that, she sat on the stool in front of me, lifted my right foot, slipped off my pump, and placed my foot in the measuring tool. "Hmmm. You measure at a thirteen, E width. I think we have lots of styles for you. Do you know where you want to start?" "Well, um, er..." I began to stammer. Peg plopped down next to me and said "For starters, how about these? And while you are at it, see if you have them in nine-'C' too. I think we'd like to have matching shoes, eh, Brenda?" Peg had appeared with an incredible pair of four- inch heel pumps, D'Orsay style, with a strap that ran around the ankle. They were stunning! The magic sales associate disappeared in a purple puff of smoke, only to reappear shortly later with several boxes for each of us. "Ladies, we carry this style in lots of incremental sizes, so I brought a few that might fit a shade better for this particular shoe." Another associate appeared and began to fit Peg in her pair, and the magical associate slipped my foot into my pair. I felt like I was in a dream! They seemed to fit OK around the toes, but they were a bit tight in the strap, so the woman quickly replaced the shoe with another that was slightly different. It was perfect! The toes fit like the proverbial glove, and the strap was secure without being binding. Not that I don't like the occasional binding, but not in my clothing! I got up to walk in them, and it was amazing how perfectly fitting shoes are easy to walk in, and how wonderfully comfortable they are! I had to have them! Peg joined me moments later, strutting around in her shoes. "Brenda, we match!" Peg squealed with delight. "Well, at least our shoes do!" Well, if I'm in a shoe store that carries this kind of merchandise, I'm not leaving until I have tried on more shoes. Call it a fantasy thing. "Peg, do you mind if I try on a few more pair? I want to enjoy this while I can." Peg replied, "Of course we can. Let's see what other kinds we can't live without!" So we sat back down for the next fitting. I tried on a pair of three-inch heeled silver sandals with straps galore, a pair of five-inch spike heeled pumps with the padlocking ankle straps, a pair of lace up granny boots with a three-inch heel, and several more. It's like they were all made just for me. They fit perfectly. I didn't want to leave, but Peg said, "Brenda, we need to do some other shopping. Lets pick what we need, and get on with it!" I gave a deep and heavy sigh, because I figured I couldn't afford any of them. I turned to Peg and said, "Okay, lets at least get the matching D'Orsays. We have to have those." "Don't you want anything else?" Peg inquired. "No, I can't afford any of them, let alone all of them!" I sighed. Peg responded like a true friend. "OK. I'll tell you what. I will put them on my card, and you can pay me later. How's that sound?" "Sounds wonderful dear!" I squeaked out. "You are a true friend!" Peg went back with the sales ladies, and talked with them a few minutes. I didn't see a formal transaction, but I was browsing the rest of the shoes pretty seriously. Peg slinked up to me a few moments later, and handed me the pair of pumps we had decided on. I thanked her profusely! We walked back out into the mall, and wandered in and out of a few stores, until we came upon a very luxurious store that Peg turned into without hesitation. I knew I'd probably be able to afford breathing in here but that was about it. No signs with prices, no sale tags, just a very elegant woman who greeted Peg like she knew her well. "Brenda, this is Pamela. She can fit anyone to a 'T'. I want her to find some outfits for you." I could feel my pulse quicken because this was another dream come true. But there was no way I was going to be able to afford anything. I smiled at Pamela, but waved Peg over to the corner. "Peg, I can't begin to afford anything here!" I whispered urgently to her. "I probably couldn't afford panties here!" "Brenda, look at me. Go with Pamela. Let her take your measurements, and try some things on you. Don't worry about money. Pamela is a good friend, and she understands your position completely. You don't need to feel obligated to buy anything." Peg grabbed my hand, and pointed me back toward Pamela, and gave me a little swat. "Go and enjoy! I have to pick up a few things in another store, but I'll be back in a flash." I smiled again at Pamela, and followed her lead into the dressing area. She led me into a very large dressing area, and asked me to get undressed. "How far?" I wondered aloud. "Just to your undergarments dear" said Pamela. "I'm measuring you, not seducing you!" This made me laugh out loud, and I relaxed and removed my blouse and skirt. Pamela measured me all over, and asked if I had other pads in different sizes. Since I didn't have any others, I guess that made it easier for her measurements. "Well, Brenda, what would you like to try first?" inquired Pamela. "Pam, I have always wanted to wear a long slinky evening gown. Something light and shimmery, with long sleeves, and a high collar. I usually have a lot more hair, and these stupid things on my neck need covered. Well, at least that's what I have dreamed of. How close can you get?" I told her. "Pretty close I think. I will bring several things back for you to try. Lets have fun with this!" Pamela left me in the dressing room wearing my lingerie, stockings and heels. She came back in a few minutes later with a couple of dresses that left me breathless! "How am I doing?" she inquired. "Pardon me while I wipe up this drool, Pam. I think you did pretty good!" Pam had brought a silver gown with long sleeves and a high collar. The other gown was very similar, but in black. Both had a liquid shimmer that glowed and reflected the light. "Oooo, let's try the black one first. I have new shoes that would go perfectly with it." I pulled my new shoes out and slipped them on. Pam helped me get the gown on over my wig, and zipped it up for me. I turned and looked in the mirror and nearly died! I couldn't believe how fabulous I looked in the gown! It hung fluid in all the right places, was fitted around the bust, and was slit up the side to allow that flash of leg. And the new shoes only made it more perfect! Pamela fussed with the dress for another minute, and then said, "Brenda, what do you think? Could you live with this?" "No," I replied. "But I could die for it! I love it!" Pam stepped back and looked it over, had me twirl around a few times, and said, "Take it off, and lets try another." We tried the silver gown, and while it was very similarly styled, it created a completely different look. The skirts were shorter, and the shoulders wider. I wished that I had picked up the silver sandals at the shoe store, because they would have matched this dress perfectly! Pam fussed around this dress some and then proclaimed it perfect as well. I could only agree! Next Pam brought in some other outfits. I tried on a lovely Victorian ball gown, but it didn't fit my figure very well. Pam suggested a corset, but I don't own one. "No problem Brenda" Pam smiled. "I'm sure we have something here. Take that thing off for a minute and I'll be right back." After a minute, here comes Pam with an incredibly gothic, back lacing, full-length corset of black satin. "Lose the bra and stuffing dear, this thing will require a different strategy." Pam said as she moved around behind me. I stepped into the corset, and she pulled it up my body, and began lacing it. As she laced, she would move around me: pulling, tucking, adjusting, and tightening the corset. "There. That should do it!" Pam told me to turn around, and step into the Victorian gown again. As I turned, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and had to do a double take! "Wow" was all I could say. Pam helped me into the gown, which also laced up the back, and buttoned the lace collar at the back. This was too much. It wasn't me looking back from the mirror! It was some beautiful, elegant Victorian woman who looked a little like me in the face. I think I stood there, just repeating "Wow" over and over again. Pam said, "I take it that you like this one Brenda?" "Oh, yes Pam! It's just unbelievable! I just never expected to ever see me looking like this!" "Well, lets try something else. I have some other things you might like too." Pam began to unbutton the dress, and then pulled it off my shoulders. As she re-hung the dress, she said, "Lets leave the corset on, I like what it does for your figure." That was OK with me! The next outfit was a long black leather skirt with a matching leather jacket, and she brought a cream silk blouse with a high collar. With the corset on, I looked incredible! And the feel of the leather was nothing short of awesome. Pam handed me a pair of long black leather gloves, and a pair of sunglasses. I looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with for sure! I laughed and handed her the glasses back and drooled at my reflection in the mirror. Pam handed me back the first black shiny gown and told me to try it on with the corset. It still looked great, but I didn't think it would make much difference with or without the corset. It was just that kind of dress! Peg came back in about this time and was smiling at me. "Find anything dear?" she crooned. "I want it all!" I squealed. Pam handed me back my original clothing, and said to try it on with the corset. I put my clothes back on, and the corset gave me that truly feminine figure I could never get on my own. My clothes looked better! I looked better! "If nothing else, I have to get this corset! It will make all my outfits better!" "Tell you what, Brenda. I'll get you the corset. My treat!" Peg said with a smile on her face. "Pam, could I borrow a few things for the weekend? I'll spring for the cleaning bill." "Of course Peggy. Anything for you!" Pamela said with honest enthusiasm. "Great! Would you have them delivered to the hotel then? Thanks Pam. And I think I want Brenda wearing this one" Peg said as she picked up the black shimmery gown. I couldn't believe it! Peg helped me get out of my clothes, and put on the gown. It slid into place and I nearly swooned. "Come on Brenda, it's getting late, and we have another stop to make" Peg said, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the door. Pam said she would send my old shoes and clothes over to the hotel with the rest. "So where to next? I'm not sure I can take any more!" I cried. "Just a makeover dear. And I want you wearing this gown for the photo shoot" "PHOTO SHOOT?" I said stopping in my tracks. Peg didn't slow down, so she pulled me right back into motion beside her since she still had a firm grip on my hand. "What, you've never heard of Glamour Shots?" Peg inquired. "Well, yes, but I never figured..." I stammered as Peg dragged me along. "So sit back and enjoy then. What are you worried about?" Peg said. "I have no idea. I am just stunned, that's all. I am living a dream Peg, and it's just a lot to take in." I told her. The Glamour Shots crew re-worked my makeup, which still looked surprisingly good considering I hadn't shaved all day. It must be the lotion that Jasmine had applied after shaving me. It was doing its job retarding the growth very nicely! They trimmed and styled my wig until it was glamorous. Peg found some great sparkly costume jewelry in her wanderings while I was fitting, and she produced it for me to wear for the pictures! They did full length shots standing, sitting; face shots, upper body shots, and the works. Peg told them to deliver the pictures to her hotel when they were ready. I knew it took weeks to get those back, so I figured she was protecting my identity for me. What a bud! "Lets go Brenda. We are going to be late for your own party!" Peg giggled as she grabbed my hand again and walked me toward her car. - Saturday night party "MY PARTY?!?!" I exclaimed. "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Peggers?" "OK, so it's just a party in your honor. I got some of the local girls together so we could have a party, and since I needed some sort of reason, I made it a 'Brenda Heels' party." Peg explained to me while driving. "Everyone will have something on tonight reminiscent of you. It might be a pair of shoes like yours; it might be a wig or hairstyle similar to yours. Everyone thought it sounded like fun to be 'Brenda for a day'!" "Peg, after today, I want to be 'Brenda for a day'!" Peg tossed me a perfume bottle, and said "Here. Have a little schpritz. You are going straight to the party and won't have time to freshen up. But don't worry, you look gorgeous!" I sat there, thrilled, stunned and about a hundred other emotions, and was suddenly sure that while I was no longer in control this weekend, I didn't really care. I was going to go to a party where there would be only other "women" who would be totally accepting of me and of each other. There was no longer any fear or trepidation. I knew Peg had orchestrated this and trusted her to make it a fun and safe environment. I slipped the dress up, and gave a little spray here and there. Peg pulled the Volvo into the lot at the hotel, and pulled up to the door. Jenny was back on duty and opened my door, and held out her hand for me. Jenny helped me out of the car in a tad more ladylike manner than I might have accomplished on my own. Peg grabbed my arm, and escorted me in while Jenny went to park Peg's car. We headed straight for the ballroom at the back of the hotel, and I could hear party music coming out of the door. As we turned into the room from the hallway, there was a round of applause from about 50 glamorous women all standing around the room. Peg escorted me to a raised dais about halfway back in the room, and had me sit in a large throne-like chair. I looked at some of the faces as I was escorted to the "throne", and everyone had name badges that read "Brenda" in large letters, and then their femme name in smaller type below. So as I looked around the room, everyone is named 'Brenda'. What a hoot! I'm parked in the throne, and Peg picks up a microphone and says "Ladies, and ladies..." pauses for a giggle, "I present to you... our guest of honor for this evening... Brenda Heels!" There is a loud round of applause and cheers, even a few wolf whistles, and Peg holds up her hand for their attention. "Someone get your Queen a drink!" Peg shouted, without even using the microphone! Peg turned to me. "Now I have to go and get changed. Be right back! ...And do try to enjoy yourself!" A drink appeared in my hand, and I had a sip. It was Baileys Irish Cream and Amaretto. How on earth did they know my favorite drink, which I invented?? Who cares! Bottoms up! I got an almost immediate buzz, and realized I hadn't eaten a darn thing since breakfast!! Someone must have read my mind, because at that moment, someone called Trish (badge reads BRENDA Trish THOMPSON, with the small Trish in the middle) brought me a plate full of party food. You know the kind; meatballs, chicken strips, little quiches. Good stuff too. I didn't want to pig out too much, but I was starving, so I finished off the plate, and got up to mingle. I met a few of the girls mingling near the "throne" and immediately knew that most of us were CD's. I met Trish again, and also Ann, Monica, Beth, Caitlin, and many others. Soon Peg came back into the room and she was wearing the exact same outfit as me! We had bought the matching heels, but she had apparently arranged something with Pam and had on an identical dress. Of course, Peg's was a lot smaller than mine, but we looked like sisters for sure! Several of the girls, including me, applauded the approach of Peg. At Peg's arrival, the lights on the dance floor came alive, and the music shifted into dance mode. All of the ladies around me began migrating to the dance floor, and Peg and I were swept along as the beat got louder. Dancing ensued, drinks flowed, music pounded, hugs abounded. 8 words to describe several hours of fun don't seem adequate somehow, but there you have it. We danced, we imbibed, we snacked, and we got to know each other. Well, at least I got to know them since most of the group had been together at various times. Way more names than I can possibly remember, but I would consider any of them as a friend. Finally, at midnight, the music faded and Peg led me back to the dais, and my "throne". I sat down, and I recognized Jasmine and Jenny dressed to kill standing on either side of me. I was seated, and a few cameras began to flash blinding me for a moment. While I was blinking to recover my sight, I felt hands upon my arms as Peg walked up to me and stood directly in front of me. Bright lights came on and illuminated the platform and the throne. I looked up at Peg, who was smiling very coyly, and opened my mouth to ask her a question, when a ballgag popped in there. I started to get up in a panic, but then realized that large silken ropes had my arms secured to the chair, and I do mean secured. In the moment of confusion about my arms, the ballgag was secured and buckled behind my head. Somewhere in those seconds, my ankles had also been tied to the legs of the chair. I looked back at Peggy with panic in my eyes, and she bent close and whispered "Don't worry Brenda. I won't let you get hurt, and you won't be breaking any sacred marriage vows. I'd never do that to Corinne. But you will be my bondage slave for a while. So relax... if you can." And Peg straightened up, turned to the crowd, and shouted, "Let the games begin!" With that, the ballroom began to change. Not magically, but with dozens of workers pulling up the DJ's equipment, tearing down the food service, and moving the bars to the corners of the room. Still more workers brought in dollies loaded with serious bondage gear. 'X' frames, heavy chairs, tables, and other cushioned frames in every conceivable shape (and some inconceivable ones too) were set up around the room underneath spotlights. Each device was lit from above while the rest of the room was darkened. What lay before me was a semicircular vista of bondage frameworks. Near each device was a large case on a cart full of neatly coiled ropes, straps, gags, and other restraints. Most of the party attendees were walking around the scenes, admiring the devices available, looking through the cases, but no one had started playing with anything. Peg had been walking around surveying the setup crews, and then came back and stood in front of me again. "Brenda Heels, you have been found guilty of being defiant to your Mistresses. You were openly non-subservient. You looked them in the eyes. You considered yourself an equal. These transgressions cannot be overlooked. For your sins, you are sentenced to punishment on each and every one of the bondage devices you see before you. By the time we are done with you, you will know the proper way to be subservient." - In the dark I think you could have pushed me over, despite the fact that the chair I was in was either bolted to the dais, or weighed a ton. What had I done? I didn't remember treating anyone with disrespect! "Wait, Peg, what did I do?" Is what I tried to say, but all that came through the gag was "Mpff, mmmfff, fmfm mmff!?" "Silence slave!" was the only thing Peg said before turning to Jasmine and Jenny and commanding "Cuff her, and bring her to station one." The girls put leg cuffs on my ankles, and untied my arms, only to pull them behind me and apply handcuffs to my wrists. The ropes removed, I was pulled to my heels, and led off to the first station. Station one was a traditional 'X' frame, sometimes called a St. Andrews Cross. I was pushed face first into the cross, and felt ropes begin to wrap my torso to the middle of the cross. Soon the handcuffs were removed, only so my arms could be pulled overhead and tied to each wing of the cross. I looked up at the ropework, and saw the ropes laced Gulliver-esque over the tops of my arms through eyes screwed into the edges of the cross. The leg cuffs were then removed, and my legs were pulled apart and my feet led to blocks spread wide apart at the ends of the lower arms of the 'X'. My legs were laced to the lower arms, and then the blocks under my feet were removed, and I was left hanging from the ropes. I felt hands on my rear end, rubbing, caressing, and then WHACK, a hand landed hard enough that I jerked against the ropes holding me to the cross. "Oooohh, it seems she likes it Mistress" I heard a voice say. WHACK.... WHACK.... The hand was spanking my ass, and wandering around getting the whole surface stinging. Then as suddenly as it began, the spanking stopped. I had seen intermittent flashes, which I assumed would be cameras, since the first ropes had restrained me to the throne. "At least someone is taking pictures," I thought. Not that I had much time to think, because a new whacking had begun. This one was sharper and much more intense than the other, and I realized it was a paddle. I couldn't tell whether it was wood, or leather, but it did sting when it landed. I jerked and pulled at my ropes in time with the paddle's stroke, but this only served to make the operator of the paddle giggle a bit and keep stroking. When the paddling finally stopped, I could hear Peg call out from her throne (I should have known!) "Move the slave to station two!" The hands began to unlace my legs, and the blocks were replaced under my feet, as were the leg cuffs. My arms were released next, cuffed behind my back, and then my torso was untied. I had a couple seconds to reflect before I was pulled to the next station. Before securing me to the heavy chair that was my next station, the dress was unzipped and removed from my shoulders. As my handcuffs were removed, the dress was removed, and I was left standing there in the corset, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels. My new heels. The ones Peg had agreed to pay for. I looked at Peg, and she had also changed while I was on the cross. She was now wearing a leather bustier, jacket, miniskirt, and the new heels, which matched the look surprisingly well. I was pushed back into the chair, which was very wide, even for me. My wrists were chained to the upper back of the chair so I was leaning forward. My legs were chained to the legs of the chair, all the way to the knees. A leather hood was pulled over my head, and I could feel it being laced up the back. I could feel a ring in the top of the hood being pulled backwards to the chair back, and then heard a chain being clipped to the ring. Someone began pulling at my nipples just below the top of the corset, and I knew what was next. Nipple clamps. While I enjoy these as much as the next guy, I hoped I wouldn't be here too long. Taking them off was the worst, and time did not improve the sensation. A pull on the clamps, and I knew that they were being attached to the front of the chair. I awaited the next sensation, being blinded by the hood, and having to breathe through a small nose opening. The hood also muted a lot of the background noise and I could hear my heartbeat racing, and rapid breathing. I screamed into the gag as I felt a leather flogger come down on my back. How in the hell they got it in between the chains and my arms was beyond me, but there it was. The flogger continued to land on my back, arms and legs; and with each blow, I would jerk wildly. The jerking would yank my nipples; and the yanks would make me scream. Not that you could hear much of anything outside the ballgag and hood. I very quickly lost track of the number of blows, but I could feel a very sticky erection bloom in my panties. I had always wanted to be tortured by a room full of women, but in my fantasies, they usually play with my boner, not ignore it. Well, Peg had assured me that nobody was going to play with 'the boys.' The good news about that was that I didn't have to worry about who might be playing with them. I did not really want to challenge my heterosexuality this weekend. The bad news was that I was going to be sporting a bulge in my panties, and most likely, a wet spot. I couldn't even squirm against the chair to relieve or reduce the problem in my panties. I thought I heard Peg say something from far away, and the flogging stopped immediately. Without warning, the clamps were removed from my nipples, and I screamed loud enough that I am sure everyone could hear it, despite the gag and extra layer of leather. I could feel the chains being removed from my body, and then I was pulled onto my feet, spun around, and pushed back onto a high table. Hands held my ankles and wrists, and another helper removed my corset. I was down to panties, garters and stockings, and pumps. Oh, yeah, I guess I am wearing the hood too, eh? I was pulled into the center of a table with a reasonably soft padding on top. My wrists were secured at the sides in leather restraints attached near my head, and my ankles were spread and secured in another set of leather straps at the foot of the table. I felt a large leather strap being tightened around the middle of my torso, and heard a click as it was secured. Well, now it was nearly impossible to conceal the stiffening in my pink silky panties. It wasn't made any better at all by the appearance of a whole lot of hands rubbing lotion into my exposed skin. The hands put lotion underneath the edges of all my garments, but were careful not to dwell near my 'twig and berries'. Well this wasn't much of a torture, unless you count the inability to get some relief 'down there'. The hands left after I was slick with very sexy smelling lotion, and my next sensation was of hot, sharp, stinging pains in several locations at once. Wax! Hot wax was being dripped on my exposed flesh from what felt like a thousand candles. Each splash of wax sent that sharp sensation through my skin, and it seemed, straight to my crotch. I was twitching madly beneath my panties! I squirmed and writhed in my bondage, but the wax kept on falling, and my panties kept getting tighter. In the midst of my thrashing about, someone grabs the ring in the hood and pulls it sharply upwards. I hear a voice in my ear telling me that I need to settle down a bit. The ring in the hood is pulled back and secured to the table so my head can't lift up; and then I feel my ankles released from the table, but not from the straps. Next, my ankles are pulled to my wrists, and secured there. Oh, well THIS is comfortable... NOT! Soon, the hot wax treatment begins again, this time on the backs of my legs, and all over the crotch of the panties. The fabric protects me from burns, but not the discomfort. Almost every inch of exposed skin is now covered in wax. I am in this position for a while, apparently to let the wax cool. Oh, not so fortunate! The flogger from the previous station (or perhaps a new one?) begins to lash my ass. The lashes land on my butt, my legs, and lower back, and occasionally whack my scrotum. That one always brings the biggest screams of all! On the good side, they don't last long, and my ankles are soon released, and my back allowed to relax. The ankles are quickly locked to the table again, and I feel hands picking the wax from my body. Pulling, flicking, biting (biting?) sensations all over my body. Including my panties, which are stiff with wax, and something underneath. It seems to take forever for the wax removal, and even then, it seems the pulling and flicking were the primary purposes of removing what wax they did. There is still wax on me, and my undies, but that doesn't seem to be terribly important to anyone but me. I can feel the hands again, removing the straps, and my wrists are quickly cuffed in front of me, and my ankles shackled together with the leg cuffs again. It's not like I've got the strength to run from this, but I kind of enjoy the constant bondage. I feel myself pulled toward the next station. The hood is really hot, and sweat runs down my neck in rivulets. I can just about guarantee that my makeup is shot for the night! The handcuffs are replaced by large leather manacles that are joined together, and the leg cuffs are replaced by two long coils of rope cinched at the ankles, and knees. Someone begins to lift my wrists up in the air, and I can soon feel a large part of my weight being supported by my wrists. The ankles seem to be locked where they are, and I can only guess that the cinch rope drops to an eyebolt in the floor. If I remember right, this station had what looked like a gallows pole on it. My nipples are again assaulted with nipple clamps, and these seem to have weights on them or something. Well, I'm stretched pretty tight, and not planning on going anywhere, when a new flogger makes the scene. This one must have had a hundred leather thongs on it, because it covers whole portions of my body in one heavy thud. The only motion I can make is to sway a little around my two anchor points, and I'm too tired to keep still anyway. The thudding flogger lands heavily from top to bottom. This sensation is different than the others. It's like being lightly flogged with dozens of small floggers. It's almost enjoyable at this point! I moan into my gag now, and hang heavily from the oversized wrist manacles. That panty bulge begins to appear again, but I'm beyond caring at this point. Once again, right before I can get into the sensations, they end. Ooo! Now I am getting frustrated! I yank at my restraints, and I'm greeted with a very healthy WHACK on my backside. I figure that discretion being the better part of valor, I better settle down. I feel the hands again on the ropes at my feet, but only the anchor rope is released. My arms are lowered until the manacles can be removed, and then smaller leather wrist restraints are buckled above my hands, and they are secured together behind my back. I can't for the life of me remember the next station, but I don't have long to wait. I get prodded by something sharp, and start hopping in the direction they are leading me. A few hops later, I am pulled to a stop, and forced to my knees on a small padded box. I feel the knee and ankle ropes being secured to the box, but I can barely balance on this rig. I needn't worry though, someone has thought of everything for my comfort and security! I feel a silky soft rope caress my cheek, and then looped around my neck and pulled snug! It feels like the free end of the noose is being threaded through the ring on the hood, and then tension is applied to the whole rig until my head is pulled tightly toward the ceiling. The noose is not tight enough to strangle, but it does get my attention. I test the theory by relaxing my weight into the noose, and wait for my breathing to stop, but it doesn't. Finally, an opportunity to rest! My rest is cut short by the realization that the nipple clamps are STILL IN PLACE! I immediately stiffen, and sure enough they were waiting for the realization to set in before starting the nipple torture. I feel the hands on me again, and the left clamp is lifted, and then slowly opened. The scream starts somewhere in my ankles, and by the time it gets to my throat it's going full steam. My torturer immediately lets go of the clamp and it drops right back in place. I can't figure out which hurts more! My right nipple is next, with similar results. The hands alternate between nipples until I lose sensation into one blinding pain. I think the clamps came off somewhere in there, because I can feel the hands tweaking and rubbing (lotion?) my nips again. The throb dulls to an ache, and my panties are damn near dripping by this time. I am left alone in this "hanging" position for what seems to be a long time. Time is beginning to lose meaning for me in fact. Some time later, the hands return, and begin to release my ankles and knees. I figure I'm being moved, but no, my ankle ropes are threaded up to my wrist manacles, and secured there. So now I'm balancing on my knees, in a vertical hog-tie, waiting for the next torture. It seems my cruel Mistress is content to have me hang there in my hog-tie, as no hands come to molest me. However, on a discomfort scale, I gotta rate this about a 9.6. All my muscles are screaming and I begin to whimper into the gag and mask combo. I feel myself being lifted by many hands, and laid upon a soft, flat surface. The noose is gone, and my ankles have been released from my wrists. I am pulled up into a sitting position, and I can feel the hood being unlaced. When the hood is removed I am assailed by a blinding light, and squeeze my eyes shut. I hear heels clicking toward me, and Peg's welcome voice in my ears. "Well my dear Brenda, have you had enough?" I nod my head yes and look directly at her shoes, remembering her admonitions of looking her in the eyes. "Mmmmm, I love it when they learn! I have another treat for you Brenda" she crooned. "I'm going to put you to bed now. You are going to be snug as a bug, even if you aren't terribly comfy. We'll let you have some rest, and then come get you in the morning." I figure that looking up would only be a bad thing, so I allow the hands to have their way. The ropes on my legs were removed, and the manacles were removed from my wrists. The ballgag was unbuckled which brought welcome relief to my jaws. I was pulled up to standing, and forced back against a smooth pole. My wrists are pulled back behind me and attached to the pole with soft cords. I could probably pull out of them, but I am hoping for something mild this time and I figure if I behave... The platform with the pole begins to turn slowly, and I can feel industrial stretch wrap cling to my abdomen, and as the pallet turns, the wrap begins to encase my body. The wrap is slowly lowered as several layers are applied, and soon I am tightly wrapped from the waist down to my heels. I mean, clear to the floor! The wrap is cut and taped in place, and the process begins again at my waist, for my upper torso. The pole and platform again begin to spin, and the wrap makes it's way slowly up my body, to my neck, and they keep going! I'm bound too tightly to panic, as the wrap begins to cover my face, all the way up to the top of my head! I can't breathe at all in the wrap, but movement is impossible, so all I can do is die. My lungs don't work, and the wrap is tight to my face. Suddenly, there is air! Someone has cut a hole for my mouth! I gasp and breathe deeply. I start to thank my savior, when another gag is thrust into my open lips. This gag is shaped like a short penis, but at least it has a breathing hole through the center... not that I can do much about it, because it is buckled tightly around the pole. I'm exhausted and immobile, and I figure I might as well try to sleep. I drift off to memories of the day shopping, trying on clothes, and I am pretty sure I came in my panties as I fell fast asleep. - No church for Brenda I am dreaming about being home with Corinne, making slow passionate love to her, when I am awakened by a cutting / tearing sound. My gag has already been removed, and I am looking directly into the eyes of Jasmine. I realize my error, and immediately drop my eyes. She's wearing the standard hotel uniform so I can only assume it's been a few hours since the party ended. "It's OK Brenda, you can look at me. I'm just another one of Mistress Peg's servants. We're going to take you upstairs and clean you up. I think you need it!" Amy and Jenny were there too, and they cut me loose from the pole, and put me in a wheelchair. "A wheelchair ladies?" I asked. "Yes, you need it, now hush" replied Amy. They threw a blanket around me, covered my head with a towel, and pushed me toward the service elevator. On the second floor, they got me into my room, and let me sit there, while they drew a wonderful smelling bath for me. After a brief break for bodily fluid release, the sat me in the tub, and scrubbed me clean from top to bottom. Jasmine made sure my sticky parts got washed very well, and then she began to shave me again with that incredible expertise. After rubbing the 'hair-no-gro' lotion all over me, the ladies produced a new wig and promised to have my old one cleaned before I left. Amy disappeared with the chair and blanket, and Jenny called for some breakfast for me. After my shave and lotion treatment, I was laid on the bed, and told to rest for a few minutes. Breakfast arrived, and the girls all but fed me in bed. This was quite a luxury after last night's treatment. But one thought of last night made me hard in a flash. Jenny giggled "Are you just glad to see us, Ms. Heels?" and covered her mouth. "You have no idea how glad I was to see you three this morning" I replied. "This is popping up thinking about last night. Not that you couldn't do the same for me, because I was just making the connection that it must have been your hands on me last night; and yours too Jasmine. Was Amy there too?" "Yes Ma'am" Jenny giggled. "We all were your instruments of torture. This is the least we can do for you!" Jenny popped up, and began to clear away breakfast, and Jasmine dragged me into the dressing area again. She expertly made me into the beautiful woman I was the day before. Jasmine opened my closet, and to my complete surprise, it was full of outfits and shoes from the day before. "Is all this for me?" I squealed with delight! "I guess so Ma'am." replied Jasmine. "Madame had them sent over for you, and there were no return slips." I pawed through the closet and found the wonderful Victorian dress. "Do you think this would be too much for today?" I asked Jasmine. "Um, yes I do Ms. Heels. Perhaps for tonight though? How about this outfit for this morning?" Jasmine pulled out the gorgeous leather outfit that I had tried on the day before. She went to my drawers and selected stockings, bra, slip garter belt and panties for me. She helped me into the skirt, but it didn't seem to fit right. "I know! Another corset was sent over too. You probably were fitted while wearing that weren't you?" Jasmine was spot-on. We ditched the bra in favor of the corset, which Jasmine laced up for me. The leather outfit went on perfectly after that, and I decided to couple it with the granny boots; but Jasmine said that the locking pumps would go much better. I slipped them on, and she fitted them around my ankles and locked them in place. "Jasmine, can I have the key please?" I asked her. "You mean, you don't already have it? Jasmine looked at me slightly confused. "No, I thought they were in with the shoes." I replied. Then the Light dawned. "Peg has them, I bet." "Ms. Heels, don't be angry, but Mistress Peg suggested this outfit, and I liked it so much I didn't see the problem with it! I didn't know she'd have the keys!" "Shhhhh. Don't worry Jasmine. I'm sure if Peg wanted it this way; I will enjoy the consequences. Do you know what is on my agenda for today?" I found out from Jasmine, that I was to appear for Brunch in about an hour. So she put finishing touches on my clothing, including a scarf to accent the blouse, some jewelry including several rings, and she made the wig look spectacular. Finally it was time to go meet the Mistress for brunch. Jasmine left with her barbering equipment, and I left right after her, and headed downstairs. Damn, I looked good! My next stop was the counter to thank Amy again, and Jenny had already gone home for the morning. Apparently the girls worked split shifts so they appeared to never leave. I strutted into the dining room, and was directed to Peg's table. I was careful to avert my eyes, and wait to be addressed. Peg was looking very nice herself in a diaphanous gown, with her hair down flowing around her shoulders, and had a very regal air about her. Peg finally addressed me, and said "Brenda darling. Come, sit and have some brunch with us. I am so happy you have learned your lesson from last night. You may look up during the meal and speak with me as an equal. We will resume your training later this afternoon." I looked up at her and smiled, and she introduced the other ladies around the table. All of them were at some level of transgendered existence. Some were simply crossdressers like me, and others were pre GRS and post GRS. I was sure I recognized most of them from last night, and the conversation confirmed this. I kept getting questions like "Did you enjoy your training last night?" or "I enjoyed watching your training" or even "Didn't that hurt when she _____?" I answered them all carefully indicating my enjoyment, and my appreciation that they had enjoyed it too. We had a nice brunch together, and with the dining room near the bar area, and the big screen in the bar was turned to football, several of us would let our eyes stray to the screen for a quick update. Peg finally broke us up with "Ladies, I think several of us would like to watch the game today. Why don't we make a little party of it?" Most of us agreed that we would like to do that, and Peg had a big screen set up in the ballroom with tables and chairs, and opened the bar in there. She had Amy call up other guests from last night, and invite them down for the game. Soon the ballroom had 30 or 40 women, dressed to the nines, all cheering their team. - Football? Peg slipped up beside me, and asked me if I would like to serve her again. Remembering the fun I had last night, I quickly agreed. So Peg ushered me out into one of the smaller meeting rooms, where we were met by Pamela. "Strip, slave" was all that Pam would say, so I quickly dropped my eyes, and began to undress. "Where shall I stop, Ma'am?" I asked Pamela without looking at her directly. "I was going to tell you where to stop, but apparently you thought you could just speak up and ask me. Bend over. Now." I was rewarded with four sharp swats from her hand. "You may get up now," she said quietly. I continued undressing until I was down to stockings, garter belt, heels, and corset. "You may stop now," Pamela said. Peggy picked up a pair of long legged panties with lots of lace ruffles on them. "Here slave. Put these on" She commanded. I gladly complied, and I could see the elements of an ultra sexy French Maids outfit in the box on the table. Peg and Pamela handed me a poufy- sleeved black satin mini dress with white lace trim at the sleeves and neckline. A multi layered crinoline mini slip made the hemline flounce straight outward. I got a little lace hat, which was pinned on my head, and then leather wrist manacles with big 'D' rings and lace trim. Peg then padlocked on the wrist and ankle manacles with small padlocks, and then produced a posture collar, and locked it on me as well. The last touch was a leather belt with 'D' rings spaced around it, which was also locked on. Two paddles were hooked on to two of the rings at my sides, and then shiny silver chains were brought out. My ankles were chained with enough chain to keep me walking in short steps, and my wrists were chained to my sides with short chains as well. I would be able to maneuver my hands in small arcs around my sides, but I won't be able to raise them much above chest level. Two more silver chains were attached to my waist belt, near the sides. I had no clue what these were for at the time, but figured I'd find out soon enough. Peg led me with a black patent leather leash into the ballroom again. "Ladies, Brenda will be your servant today. Feel free to ask her for anything you like. Please remember that she is married, so nothing of a sexual nature will be tolerated. But other than that, you have carte blanche." Peg pulled me over to a beverage cart, and locked the chains to the handle. I guess I found out what they were for... The leash stayed in place, and Peg put the key to these last locks on a tag hanging at the opposite end of the cart. I couldn't reach them, but