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Stream of Conciousness
By
SarahKH
I'm so nervous. This is the side of me people don't see, the side of me
that's alone and scared. It's the side of me that's always there when
Miss isn't around. I go like this when I get separated from her in the
supermarket even; I'm such a stupid sissy. Sat on the sofa is a box
addressed to Miss. I know what's in it, she measured me for it. I paid
for it. It's technically mine. But I don't dare open it because it's
wrong to open other peoples mail and I don't want to upset Miss after
she's had a hard day at work. I wish I didn't feel so naughty and unsure
of myself all the time, I know that I've been a good girl and productive
with my day but knowing Miss is on the way home I'm getting nervous; is
what I've accomplished enough? Can I do more quickly? I don't think so.
I order pizza, it's something of a tradition. It duly arrives and the
rest of them tuck in as Miss pulls in to the driveway; I take a small
amount of pride from getting my timing right. Miss looks tired, I don't
mention the box, I go and put the kettle on and make her tea like a good
girl would. She pats my head, I've done well... I think. It's so hard
to tell these days, all I feel is the missing weight around my neck where
my collar should be. A reminder that I'm really not a good girl, I'm a
very naughty sissy maid. So naughty Mistress had to set me free. I miss
Mistress. But I'm lucky, I have Miss and if I'm good and I really do
learn my lessons and become a good girl, maybe she'll collar me? I
haven't mentioned it to her, it's not my place too, perhaps I'll be good
enough one day. I can't help but inwardly laugh at the irony, I'm
working so hard to regain something I threw away so easily. If only I'd
been more docile, more compliant... a better sissy, then perhaps Mistress
would have taken me with her? I'd of been so good and quiet, I'd have
worked to serve them... I'd have learned to call him Master and been
obedient. But I didn't and I wasn't and now I spend my days in sissy
hell. My collar removed, my aprons blank.
She tossed the box aside. I don't understand. Haven't I been good? I
catch the whimper in my throat. No! I must be silent, I can't risk
appearing upperty or demanding. I won't loose Miss. Perhaps I've done
something wrong, I must of, two steps forward one step back seems to be
the way of things for me. So close, I excuse myself and go wash up. My
mind keeps thinking back to that box and its contents. A uniform. My
first in a long time. I had to work so hard before Miss would let me buy
it, I almost begged her. I know, silly sissies, but it's a need and I
try my best to control it but this close, knowing it's in the same room
as me the pull from that box is almost overwhelming. She sends me to my
bedroom.
I sit at my little desk and start work on my embroidery, it's not a skill
a lot of us sissies seem to have and I feel proud I can do it and try to
spend a little free time everyday making sure I don't get worse. Miss
walks in to the room and I stand to attention, ready to receive
instruction. She has the box and this time I don't silence my mournful
whimper in time. She pets me an I feel myself melting. She smiles and I
go to my happy place, Miss just has the knack. She reaches past me and
takes a craft knife from the desk. The razor sharp blade dances in her
hands before slicing through the tape holding the box closed; Miss likes
edge play, I find it scarily fascinating but I'm a sissy.
She pulls out the bag and there it is. The white lace trim, the black
bridal satin. She lays it out on the bed and I watch the light play on
the fabric as Miss fusses in my wardrobe for a set of petticoats I keep
in there. She points to the floor in front of her and magically I
appear. She knows me. I step out of my low heels whilst she goes to
work. My blouse is quickly unbuttoned and tossed on the bed, my skirt
follows it in short order.
She looks at me with a quizzical expression and I remove my panties as
instructed, suddenly I feel very vulnerable. She kneels before me and
cups my sissyhood in the palm of her hand. She feeds it gently in to the
smooth satin bag, tightening the ribbons on the top it pulls around the
base of me and she takes the piece of paper that had kept the bell
silent. She says I look much better and I feel myself turning bright
red. Gingerly I step in to the petticoats and rest them on my corset
induced hips, it feels good to have the trim prickle against my stocking
tops, slips are nice but don't compare to a petticoat. Miss coos at me
as she holds the dress open and lifts it slowly over my head. I gasp as
the cool satin drapes falls over me and comes to rest on the petticoats,
she feeds my arms in to the sleeves and I feel the zipper start to travel
up the back. I hold the apron as instructed and the bow she ties behind
me knees it in place, finally, finally I start to feel good about myself.
I kneal where she points and feel her hands tug at the neck, is she
adjusting it? I can't feel anything wrong back there. My heart skips
another beat when I hear the quiet little 'click' I don't remember
ordering this dress lockable... ahh, she changed the order slightly, Miss
thought I'd enjoy it. Miss really does know my buttons.
I stand, step in to my heels and curtsey to her, running my hands over
the dress. She hugs me and pins a small lace cap to my hair, she says
I'm ready. I still feel the loss, my name missing from the apron and the
weight but I know I'm heading in the right direction now. Miss leads me
back to the living room, I curtsey to the others and blush slightly when
I'm asked where the bell is. Miss sits and sends me off to run errands,
make drinks and finish packing away the detritus of a take away meal. It
feels so good to be myself again. The swish of my skirts, the tightness
of the apron strings around my corseted waist and the clip of my heels on
the hardwood sections of the floor. Miss tosses a cushion at her feet
and points. Quickly I'm kneeling beside her and feel her hand working on
my scalp.
Today has been a good day.
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