True Tales Of Submission And Cross-dressing: Chapter Three - Tale Of Two Sisters free porn video

Another true tale... I've told it as accurately as I can from memory. Hopefully someone out there might enjoy this! Background ---------- The year was 2004. I had built up something of an online presence, with profiles on most of the personals sites out there - both as a guy, and as my girly alter-ego. That summer, two rather interesting women got in touch with me. Introducing Mistress Pink... ---------------------------- I had a profile on a well-known UK BDSM site. This was a "male" profile - frankly it had not gained a lot of interest, which is not surprising - there must be 50 sub guys out there to every genuine dom woman. But my as had obviously struck a chord with a certain Lady. Mistress Pink was in her mid twenties, approximately my own age. She said she had a lot of experience, and was a "house Mistress" for a well known fetish club. She certainly looked the part in her photos. To be fair she was certainly a large lady, but not unattractive - and she looked quite striking in the array of costumes she had been photographed in. Mistress Pink and I exchanged several messages; she was clearly intelligent and well educated, she was well versed in arts and music, and wrote eloquently. She seemed confident, with a high opinion of herself. You could call it arrogance, but I found that attractive. We kept in touch for a while, and I was hoping that I might meet up with her. But then she disappeared. Introducing Lady Lilac... ------------------------- At first I suspected nothing - the similarity in names didn't register with me. "Lady Lilac" had contacted me through the same site, and certainly seemed very keen. She was not a typical domme or mistress. She was not into bondage or SM, or anything to do with the fetish side of things as far as I could see. But she was looking for a submissive guy who would do what he was told, both around the house and in the bedroom. She was several years older than me - she was in her early 40s, and I had never been involved with a woman significantly older than myself - and it really excited me. She had two kids from a previous marriage, as well as a busy career. She wanted someone who would do the housework, lavish her with affection, and pander to her sexual desires. Honestly it wasn't exactly what I'd been looking for, but I was certainly open to the idea. She sent me a couple of photos of herself, and she was certainly attractive. So much so, that I was initially suspicious. But subsequent webcam chats proved that my suspicions were unfounded. One evening I was waiting at my computer - Lady Lilac had told me to be online at a certain time. But instead of Lady Lilac, Mistress Pink appeared for the first time in weeks. It was at this point when she told me what was going on : she had set me up with her sister! Lady Lilac had been messed around by men in previous relationships, and her sister felt she had the perfect answer. An obedient, submissive man, putting HER in the driving seat for once. Lilac logged on shortly after her sister had broke the news to me. We chatted further, and more details of their plan were revealed. Lilac was not experienced in these matters, so she would call upon Mistress Pink to assist with my "training". I would also be lent to Mistress Pink on occasions, if I was needed (they did not say what I might be needed for). Suffice to say, I felt that the whole situation was shaping up nicely. Lady Lilac gave me her mobile number, and we arranged a date to meet up - all three of us. Over the next few days, Lady Lilac would send me frequent text messages. She expected me to call or text her at least three times a day, and if she sent me a message, I was expected to respond as soon as possible. Now, this obviously became quite awkward fairly quickly - particularly when I was working or socialising. But I loved having the attention from this mysterious, sexy, demanding older woman. And I couldn't help imagining what she would have in store for me when we met. The Visit --------- The date of our first meeting was almost upon us. I had been instructed to bring some wine (a bottle of red and a bottle of white), and some food which I could prepare quickly and easily for them. I was told to wear my best suit and aftershave. Mistress Pink also gave me some additional instructions which she felt would please her sister - for example, I was to greet her by kneeling and kissing her hand. I arrived early at Mistress Pink's address in West London. I spend 10 minutes walking round the neighbourhood composing myself, before returning to my car, taking out the wine and food, and making my way up to the flat. I rang the bell and tried to calm my nerves by taking deep breaths. Mistress Pink opened the door. Of course, I knew beforehand that she was a large lady, but what I hadn't realised is that she was also tall, and powerful looking. I think it would be fair to say that there was definitely something attractive about her, but despite of - rather than because of - her build. She was dressed simply, in a long black skirt and a black t-shirt. She led me through the door, where Lady Lilac was standing. She was wearing a short black skirt, a basque top, black boots and stockings. I was impressed. As instructed, I kneeled down and kissed her hand. I looked up at her - she tilted her head to one side and smiled sweetly. This was not so scary after all. We all went into the lounge - the two sisters sat on the sofa, while I sat on the floor. Mistress Pink told me to open the red wine, and to ensure their glasses were never empty (there was one pink glass and one lilac/purple glass... cute). I opened the bottle and duly poured them both a glass each. I put the bottle on the coffee table, and sat back on the floor. "Sit at my Sister's feet", Mistress Pink told me. I obeyed. "When I tell you to do something", she continued, "you will respond by saying 'yes mistress'. And you address my sister as "m'lady'". "Yes, mistress" I replied. "So, tell us about what experience you have. How can you be of use?" It was a broad question and I answered as best as I could. "Well, the majority of my experience comes from a Mistress who I was with for several months", I started. "And what did you do for this Mistress?", Mistress Pink immediately interrupted. "Lots of things. Some housework, cooking, shopping, odd jobs". "You will definitely be required to do all of those", Lady Lilac said. "How are your DIY skills?" "Not bad", I responded. "I've done a lot of work in my own place!" "Interesting", Lilac responded. "And you can drive. You may be useful. You realise that I have children, don't you? As far as they are concerned, you will be my domestic helper... cleaner, housekeeper, or whatever. It will all seem normal and innocent to them". "Of course," I assured her. "I totally understand. Although you know that I don't live near to you - I may only be able to help on weekends and some evenings". "Well, if you have the right attitude, we can work around that". "And what else did you do for your previous Mistress", Mistress Pink asked. "Surely she just didn't get you doing her chores?" "No", I said. "There was obviously more to it than that. She would train me to respond to certain commands in certain ways." "Did she train you well?", Mistress Pink asked sarcastically. "Because there's one thing you've screwed up already", looking down at her glass. "I'm sorry", I mumbled, as I scrambled to fill her wine glass. I topped up Lady Lilac's glass too. She looked down at me and smiled. "Thank you", she said. "I don't think there's any need to thank him, for god's sake", Mistress Pink snapped. This seemed a strange situation, I thought to myself. Pink seemed to be pushing her sister to behave as she did... almost bullying her big sister into being as much of a bitch as she was. Strange, certainly. But oddly enjoyable from my perspective. "So tell me more about your training". "Well, if I ever displeased her, then I would be punished. Sometimes she would beat me quite hard". "And how did you feel about that?" Lady Lilac asked. "I didn't like it. It scared me. But I accepted it has her right. It wasn't my place to complain - and it probably helped me to focus, and serve her more effectively". "That's interesting", replied Lilac, "I can't ever imagine letting someone do that". "Anything else?", asked Pink. "She liked to... er... dress me up", I replied nervously. I wasn't sure whether to admit this or not, but I figured honesty was the best policy. "What do you mean", asked Lilac. "You're so na?ve", Pink laughed. "She dressed you as a girl, is that what you mean"? I nodded, embarrassed to look either of them in the eye. "I can't imagine it", said Lilac. "You look so handsome in your suit!" "Ooh I don't know", Pink retorted, "I'm sure he'd look very pretty as a girl! What sort of things did she make you wear?" "All sorts of different outfits, depending on the occasion. Casual clothes, uniforms, lingerie". "You'd look good as a maid or waitress!", she replied with a grin. Shortly afterwards, I went to the kitchen to prepare the food I had bought. Nothing complicated, but they had both told me that they liked Indian food, so I had bought some home-made dahl with me, as well as some naan breads and samosas. It just took me 5 minutes to get the food ready, but of course I made sure that I went back into the lounge regularly to make sure their glasses didn't run dry. They seemed to appreciate the food, and were impressed that at least some of it was home made! The ladies spoke about music and theatre, I mainly just sat at Lady Lilac's feet, listening, sometimes looking up at her and smiling. Luckily I was still remembering to keep the wine topped up. When they were finished, I took the plates back into the kitchen, and started the washing up. Lady Lilac called me back into the room shortly. "We've decided that if you want to stay the night, you've be very welcome". "Thank you", I said. But I was hesitant. I was supposed to be home later, as I'd agreed my brother could stay with me that night. I had not had the foresight to give him a pair of keys, and naively it hadn't even occurred to me that I may be asked to stay. I explained the situation as best as I could. "That's OK", Lilac said. "If you think that's best". She looked a little put out, but I thought I'd got away with it - there would hopefully be another chance. I returned to the kitchen. In the background I could hear the two sisters talking to each other. I could hear that Mistress Pink's voice was particularly agitated. I heard loud footsteps coming, and Pink grabbed me by the ear, pulling me back into the lounge, to face Lilac. She looked annoyed. "How old is your brother?" asked Lilac. "He is... er... 25". "OK, so why can't he look after himself?" "He needed a place to stay in London tonight, that's all". "Well I suggest you call him and tell him to make other arrangements." "Yes, m'lady" "If I ask you to stay the night, then I damn well expect you to stay. It's not your place to say no. Do you understand?" "Of course, I'm sorry m'Lady". "Go and finish the washing up. Then tidy the lounge - there are crumbs which need hoovering too. Then get washed in the bathroom, and come into the bedroom on the right". "Yes, m'lady". Well, how could I refuse an offer like that? All of a sudden her mild mannered personality seemed to have vanished. She looked beautiful when she was angry, and I was totally turned on! Obviously I finished the clearing up as quickly as possible. I found the bathroom and got washed, then entered the bedroom. Lilac has taken off her skirt and boots, and was just wearing her underwear and stockings. She looked good for her age - not that I'd ever seen a woman of her age so scantily clad before, but she looked great to me. On the floor there was a sheet. On the sheet was a collar. The collar was tied to a leash. The leash was secured to a leg of the bed. "Get undressed", she said. "You may keep your underwear on". I undressed slowly, hoping that my erection would have disappeared by the time I was down to my underwear. But my plan failed. She noticed, of course, but made no reference to it. She told me to lie down on the floor, and she fastened to collar round my neck. She turned off the light, and told me that she'd see me in the morning. Morning. -------- I was woken up by the sunlight pouring through the window. I didn't know what time it was - it must have still been pretty early. I looked up and Lilac was on the bed, looking down at me. "Morning", she said. "Good morning..." I yawned, and cleared my throat. "Did you sleep well on the floor?" "It was fine, m'lady" "Please stop calling me that. My sister has some strange ideas. My name is Rachael". "Nice to meet you, Rachael", I smiled. "Would you like to lie on the bed for a bit?" "Yes please, m'La.... Sorry, Rachael". She came down off the bed, and took off my collar. We climbed onto the bed, and lay on our sides facing each other for a while, talking about her sister, their family, and her own children. She spoke about previous relationship she'd been in, and why she felt that it was time to try something new. She asked me about my previous relationships, but there wasn't much to tell. I told her that I was uncomfortable in a conventional relationships, where as a man I was expected to take the lead. I preferred to be with dominant women - even to the extent of being bossy and a bit aggressive - and will spell out exactly what is expected of me. I felt her touch my fingers. Then she slowly stroked my arm, before tenderly touching my chest. She moved her fingernails in circles over my skin, gently caressing me. We both turned onto our sides, and kissed each other. Slowly at first, then more passionately. We held each other tight, as our bodies intertwined. I was unsure of whether I was expected to initiate anything... was she expecting me to take off her underwear? Should I kiss her breasts? I wanted to, but did she want to be in control? I really hadn't figured her out yet. She reached down and started pulling down my underwear, and I nervously finished the job, kicking them to the ground. I then reached down to remove hers, and found that her hands were already there, already taking off her black lacy panties. I pulled down one of the straps of her basque, and took her breast into my hand, before kissing, sucking, and gently nibbling her nipple. My sexual experiences were limited, but my former Mistress had gone to some lengths instructing me how to do exactly this - and it seems as though her advice was working, as Rachael starting moaning with pleasure. We looked into each other's eyes, and made love. It was good - but somehow it wasn't as great for me as it should have been. Perhaps my other recent experiences had shaped my sexual appetite? Because as attractive as Rachael was, having conventional sex with her was just not as satisfying as being on the "receiving end"! Not that I wasn't enjoying it... it just didn't feel quite right. I think Rachael could sense it too. She didn't seem unhappy, but neither was she fully satisfied. She asked me if everything was OK, and said that I seemed a little hesitant. I just said that I was sometimes nervous with new partners, and that I was more comfortable with women once I knew them better. She smiled and nodded, but she seemed unconvinced. I got dressed, Rachael put on a robe. We walked out into the lounge, where her sister was typing away on her laptop. She was obviously ignoring us. "Something wrong?", Rachael asked. "Nothing wrong!", Mistress Pink replied. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Rachael's sister obviously believed that she should not have had sex with me, she probably believed that she had undermined the Dom/sub hierarchy already. I imagined that she would have found a good old flogging much more appropriate. Aftermath --------- I drove home at around 11am, and really didn't know what to make of the night's proceedings. It had been exciting, sure... but was it right for me, or for Rachael? Was it really practical for me to spend a couple of hours travelling to her place regularly? And was I able to provide what she wanted from a man? We spoke on the phone later that day, and the answer was a definite "no". She said that to her, I was a little more than a boy, and that she needed a man. I found that slightly offensive, but understandable... I was a lot younger than her, and I knew that I'd been disappointing in bed. We emailed each other from time to time, but we never actually met again. Nobody likes being rejected, but it was definitely for the best. We weren't right for each other. She didn't really live up to what I wanted from a Domme or Mistress, and neither would we have worked together in a more conventional context. A few months later, I met a girl at work. A very sweet, pretty girl, and we started dating. I was happy, and had no plans to indulge my darker desires any time soon. I started to believe that if I was with the right person, the fetish stuff didn't really matter. Although, I did keep various profiles online - in particular, I liked checking up on my "TV" profiles, to see if I'd received any more compliments. I put all the women's clothing I owned up in the attic, I wasn't really feeling the need to dress up at all. Things were going well for me - I was content. But one day, I was online, and noticed I'd received a message through one of my TV profiles. At first I saw that it was from a woman, which was unusual enough in itself. Then I realised that it was from Mistress Pink. Return of Mistress Pink ----------------------- I wasn't sure if she recognised me, or she just liked what she'd seen. I took a look at her profile on the same site, it was certainly interesting. It appeared as though she was now doing pro-dominatrix work, and amongst her services offered were "girly sleepovers" and "gender role reversal scenarios"! The message she sent me was very brief, but she gave me her instant messenger ID, and she said that she wanted to chat. I opened the messenger app, and added her name to my contacts. Straight away, I could see she was online. Seconds later, I heard the familiar chime, as a message popped onto the screen. "So, you can do as you're told then", she started. "Yes, I try my best. Thanks for the message, I liked your profile. You may not remember me, but we actually met before." "I know", she replied. "I'm not stupid". "Oh OK, sorry! I wasn't sure if you recognised me". "You do look different, but of course I could tell it was you. You look good". "Thanks", I said... adding a little blushing 'smiley' onto the message. "Listen, I think you owe me, after that episode with my sister. I could put you to good use for an afternoon. What are you doing at the moment?" I was quite surprised by her directness. I knew I shouldn't even be talking to her - I was no longer a single man. But I wasn't busy that day - my girlfriend was visiting her brother, so she would never know. And believe me, it is very difficult to say no to this woman. "Nothing in particular", I replied. "Good. You will come round to my house then. I have lots of housework for you to do. You still have my address, I assume". "Yes, I think so". "And call me m'lady". "But I thought that was for your sister?" "Forget about Rachael. From now on, you will call me m'lady". "Yes, M'lady". "Good. Do you have any clothes suitable for domestic service?" "I don't have a maid's uniform. But I have a white blouse and black skirt, and a little apron". "That sounds fine. See you at 3pm". And she logged off. Without pausing to think, I immediately rushed up to the attic, to get my clothes I had stored up there. First of all I selected some underwear - a silky black basque which would help flatter my figure, a matching thong, and some black stockings. I picked some fairly thick ones, as my legs were not smooth - I'm not a particularly hairy guy, but obviously I'd not been shaving my legs recently! I found a white satin blouse, which I hadn't worn in years. I actually had a few black skirts, but I narrowed it down to either the knee-length pencil skirt, or the little mini skirt. In the end I picked the mini, just because I liked it... and I still had a great pair of legs! I got out an auburn wig, my makeup bag, my jewellery and a pair of black court shoes - the ones with a fairly low heel, so at least I'd be able to walk in them. I packed all these things into a bag, and then had a quick shower and shave. I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and drove straight to her place. Walking up the steps to her flat was a strange experience. It wasn't a journey I thought I'd ever make again. When she opened the door, she looked pretty much how I remembered her. A big woman - you could say overweight - but she looked strong, and to my eyes, not unattractive. Certainly very different to her older sister. She was wearing a long black velvet dress, with bare feet. Her hair had got longer since I last saw her. "Come in", she beckoned. "You're late". "I'm sorry, m'lady. I arrived as soon as I could. I had to get my clothes from the attic, and the traffic was awful". "I'm not interested in excuses. Get down on your knees" I kneeled at her feet. "Kiss my feet. Both of them". I obeyed, kissing one foot slowly, then the other. "OK, get up. So, do you have your clothes in that bag?" "Yes, m'lady. Would you like me to go and get ready?" "Yes. You can use the bathroom, though there. It's OK, you can take your time. Make yourself look nice". "Yes, m'lady". I went into the bathroom, and unpacked my bag. I stripped naked, and went through my clothes. I picked up the basque and thong - I wondered how I had managed to resist wearing these for so long. I put them on, and the silky fabric felt great against my skin. The basque held me in tightly, and made my tummy look nice and flat. The padded cups meant I didn't need fake breasts. I pulled on the stockings one by one - always the best part of dressing up - slowly unrolling the fabric onto my legs, and I was in heaven. Next I painted my nails red - I used quick drying nail polish, which luckily takes only 5 minutes to dry. When I was sure my nails had dried, I did my foundation, and then applied some red lipstick. Finally I put on my eye makeup, which I've always found difficult. Whenever I try and put on heavy eye makeup, it just looks a mess - so I just had to settle for some mascara and a little bit of subtle eye shadow. I pulled on my wig, and straightened it in front of the mirror. I then put on my skirt, and blouse. I fastened my little white apron round my waist - I looked pretty good, I thought to myself... a bit like a waitress, albeit a very slutty one! I put on my clip-on earrings, a bracelet, and a couple of rings on my fingers. I stepped into my black patent court shoes, and was ready. I was just about to open the door, when I could hear that Mistress Pink was talking to someone. I wondered who she was in there with. Surely not Rachael, I'd hate her to see me like this. I opened the door, and slowly walked through into the Lounge. She was talking with a slim brunette girl, dressed in what looked like horse-riding or countryside attire - beige leggings, black leather boots... she looked great. She really was beautiful, but obviously I could not let Mistress Pink know that I was checking out her friend. "Let me see you", Pink said. "Turn around for us". I gave them a little twirl. "I wasn't expecting you to look quite so slutty", she said. "You look more like a whore than a servant!" They both laughed at me, I felt rather embarrassed. "You see that bottle of wine on the table?" "Yes, m'lady". "Open it, and pour us both a glass. Make sure neither of our glasses run dry". This was all rather familiar! I opened the bottle, and poured them both a glass of wine. After I had handed them their glasses, I got down onto my knees. "Very good", Pink said. "You remembered that your place is on your knees". They sat down and drank their wine - and her friend seemed very curious. "What is your name?", she asked me. I told her my real, 'male' name. "And how old are you?" "27". "Hmmmm.... interesting." "Leave her alone", said Mistress Pink. "She's not for you". "Awwww", said her friend - she sounded like a child who has been told they cannot have an ice cream. "Haven't you forgotten something", Mistress Pink asked me. It took me a moment to realise. I had not been paying attention to their glasses. I had made the same mistake when I was here before with Rachael. I apologised pathetically as I topped up their glasses. "My sister isn't here now. You're here to serve ME, and I won't be going so gently on you. If you mess up again, you will be getting six lashes of my single tailed whip. Do you understand?" "Yes, m'lady". The two women spoke further. I just kneeled on the floor, trying to keep an eye on their wine glasses. And trying to stop myself staring at Mistress Pink's beautiful friend! After a few minutes, she asked her friend to leave. It seemed like rather a rude way to treat a friend, but I think that's just the way she was. She would speak her mind, and was used to getting her own way. She was a naturally dominant, bossy person, and I don't think there was any element of "acting" in her persona whatsoever. Her friend was obviously was not keen on leaving, and was in the midst of a light hearted protest, when Mistress Pink walked over to me, and looked down at me sternly. She was holding an empty glass. "What did I tell you I'd do if you failed to top up our glasses?" "You said you'd whip me, m'lady". "My exact words", she replied, "were that you will be getting six lashes of my single tailed whip. Is that correct?" "Yes, m'lady". "Then get on your hands and knees, there - in the middle of the room". "Ooooh, I really want to stay now", her friend piped in. "Time for you to leave", Mistress Pink replied. "Close the door on your way out. I will call you tomorrow". Her friend left the flat, leaving me alone with Mistress Pink. I was on my hands and knees by this point, and couldn't see her from my position. I was terrified, not knowing how violently I would be punished - I had not been expecting this. I could hear she was rummaging around at the other side of the room. She then walked over to me. The first strike came, the whip lashed across my back. The sharp pain caused me to breathe in sharply, but it could have been worse. Certainly not as severe as the beatings I used to receive from my former Mistress, and I was sure that the blouse and basque were providing a certain amount of protection. The second crack of the whip came, and the third. Each one bringing a stinging pain across my back, but I was actually quite enjoying it in a way. Not the pain itself, but I loved the power this woman had over me. By the time the six lashes were complete, I was a little sore, but very much turned on. When it was over, she sat on the sofa, and told me to sit at her feet. She stroked my shoulders and my hair. "You realise it's for your own good, don't you?", she said. "Yes m'lady. Thank you". "I know that you want to be able to serve me, and to please me. And this is the best way of making you focus on doing that. Just make sure you always obey me and concentrate on your duties, and there won't be any need for further punishment". "OK. I will try my best not to let you down, m'lady". "You know, I think you could make a very good servant, or maid. And you're very pretty". "Thankyou", I smiled. "But you need some help with your make-up. Get up, come with me". She lead me into the bathroom, and took off my wig. She grabbed my hair hard, and tilted my head back - she was certainly a strong woman. First, she applied some thick black eyeliner to my eyes. Then, she used two contrasting shades of eye shadow on my eyelids. She went over my eyebrows with a pencil, applied some fresh mascara, and used some silver make-up to highlight the corners of my eyes. She then brushed some blusher onto my cheeks, and put some fresh lipstick onto my lips. "Let's try this wig", she said, producing a long, dark brown wig from a cupboard. "It's much closer to your own hair colour, and will look much nicer. This one's made from real hair". She put the wig on my head, and pinned it onto my own hair so it would stay in place. She released her tight grip on me, and told me to look in the mirror. I was very impressed - in fact I was sure that I had never looked better. The eyes in particular, looked dark, dramatic and sexy. "Thank you, m'lady", I said. And I meant it, I was delighted! "What size shoe do you take?" "Size 8, m'lady" "OK, I have some shoes that will fit you. Come on". In the hallway she got out a pair of shoes unlike any other I had ever tried. They were black, with a 2 inch platform beneath the sole. The heel must have been 7 inches long, and tapered to a thin spike. I put one of the shoes on, but as soon as I lifted my foot to put on the other one, I completely lost my balance. She caught me in her strong arms, and held me while I put on both shoes. I couldn't walk in them at all, but she supported me while we walked back into the lounge. I resumed my position, kneeling on the floor, while she sat on the sofa. I sat there while she played with her mobile phone, presumably sending text messages. When she had finished, she turned her attention back to me. "So what were you looking for then, when you placed that advert? With those pictures of you, dressed like that? Who were you hoping to meet? A man? A woman? Another girl like you?" "I don't know. I was open minded", I replied. "Open minded? I see. Are you looking for sex? Putting yourself out there, looking for sex? Like a tart?" "Maybe... I... I don't know". "Of course you were. How big are you? How big is your cock? "Oh, erm... maybe five, five and a half inches" I said nervously. "Oh well," she laughed. "That's no good to me then. Just as you were no good to my sister, I suppose." Ouch... "But if I wanted that, I'd get a real man. And I think we can both see, that's not what you are". "Yes m'lady. I guess you're right". "Maybe you'd be better off with a man - that would seem more appropriate for a pretty little girl like you. I'm sure it would do you good. Or maybe a woman with a strap-on", she added, stroking my arms through the silky fabric of my blouse. I poured more wine into her glass, and knelt back down. Shortly later, there was a ring at the door. I was glad she didn't make me answer it, although I was obviously nervous about who might come in and see me like this. She answered the door, and came back in accompanied by a man (dark hair, early forties) and a woman (long blonde hair, perhaps mid thirties). They came into the lounge, and the man sat on the sofa next to Mistress Pink, and the woman sat on the floor next to me... making it obvious that the woman was submissive to the man. I learned that the man's name was Paul. He was quite a tall, handsome man. But I don't remember too much about their visit. I was very nervous, and the whole thing seemed to go by in a blur. I was still wearing the absurd platform shoes, and had to make cups of tea, and fetch various other things. A difficult task when you can barely stay upright. I remember just carrying one cup of tea at a time, so I could use my spare hand to steady myself. Of course, they were all laughing at me. At one point I fell over - luckily I wasn't carrying anything at the time - but it was highly embarrassing, especially wearing such a short skirt. Paul's sub seemed to have a certain amount of sympathy for my plight, and at least smiled at me when I sat back down. I felt pathetic, and I'm sure that it was exactly what Mistress Pink had wanted. Her guests did not stay long - maybe half an hour in total, but when she showed them to the door, they spoke for quite a while in hushed tones. She returned, and told me to take off the shoes, and wash up the wine glasses and tea cups. When I had finished, I walked back into the lounge. She was sitting on the sofa, and patted the sofa next to her. I came and sat next to her - and she put her arm round my shoulder. "You know, Paul said you were very pretty", she told me. "Really?" "Oh yes. And I know for a fact that he is particularly partial to a pretty TV. Perhaps you two could get to know each other better next time." I just looked back at her and smiled. I didn't know what to say. "Perhaps I should lend you to him for a while. I'm sure he'd take care of you. He's an experienced Master, he'd know exactly how to handle a girl like you. I may know some other men who'd be interested as well". She put her arm round me, gently stroking my shoulder through the silky blouse. "Maybe I'd let them all have a go on you in one night. I would tie you to that pillar over there, and they would all just help themselves to you. Or maybe they would all stand in a line, and you'd have to suck them all off, one by one. Would you like that?" "Maybe", I said after some hesitation. I knew, of course, that I'd love that. But it was embarrassing to admit that I could be such a slut. "Well anyway, I have lots of other things for you to do first. I am moving house next week, and I will need someone to clean this place, and then also help me with the new place. Are you up to the job?" "Yes, I will try my best", I replied. "If you do a good job, you might become my regular servant. Of course, you will need some more appropriate clothes. I don't want you dressing in your slutty clothes unless I tell you to". "Yes, m'lady" "I'm thinking of something very un-sexy. A cleaner's uniform, a dull beige or pink dress. Simple, flat shoes. White underwear. Your current clothes are not suitable". Her strong arms pulled me towards her, and then she actually lifted me up, and sat me on her lap. "OK so maybe these clothes are not suitable for a servant, but even so, you do look sexy", she said. She ran her hand over my thigh, and then up my skirt. She played with the tops of my stockings and my suspender straps. "I may even make you wear stockings and suspenders, underneath your cleaning uniform. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She held me tight, leaned forward and kissed me. She pulled me in tighter to her, as her tongue invaded my mouth. I responded by putting my arms around her neck, taking the female role as I had done before. She ran her hands all over me as we kissed passionately. It felt absolutely incredible. Her grip tightened around my waist, and she squeezed me so tightly I could hardly move. I touched her tenderly on her neck and face, trying to act as feminine as I could. "I like your blouse" she said, as she ran her hand over the fabric. "Nice and silky. I do hope you're wearing silky underwear too". "Yes I am, m'lady". "Why don't you show me then?" I started unbuttoning the blouse, and then she took over. She inspected my lingerie, and I think she approved, as she ran her hands over my black basque. She slid down one of the shoulder straps, and played with one of my nipples briefly. She had really got me turned on, I would have done whatever she wanted right at that moment. I wondered what she was going to do... was she going to take me into her bedroom and take me with a strap-on, as she had hinted at? Was she going to make me suck her breasts? Would she sit on my face and make me use my tongue on her? But actually none of these things happened. She leant back and loosened her grip on me. She kissed me on the cheek, and told me to get changed back into the clothes I'd arrived in. So I went back to the bathroom, washed off the make-up, and changed back into my regular clothes. I wasn't sure why she had stopped so abruptly. Maybe she just didn't want to give me too much too soon. Maybe it was just a taste of what was to come if I did a good job as her cleaner, maid, servant or whatever she was after. I removed my nail polish, gave my face one last wash, and then I was ready to leave. "I like your style", she said to me. "I mean, what you're wearing now. Nice jacket, and I like your hair too". "Thank you m'lady", I smiled. "I mean it, you look really good! Now... kneel and kiss my feet". "Yes, m'lady". I obliged, kissing each of her feet softly. "I will send you an email with the uniform I want you to wear. Now, mind how you go". "Thank you. Goodbye m'lady". And off I went. There was no email from Mistress Pink the following day. Nor the day after that. I did send her one email, thanking her for letting me come round, and letting her know that I was waiting for her next instruction. But I never heard anything. But it was probably the best outcome. I was falling in love with my girlfriend, and didn't want to leave her. I would not have been able to balance our relationship with any sort of commitment to Mistress Pink - or anyone else for that matter. But I'd had a very memorable, if somewhat bizarre experience, which I often look back on.