A Day in the Life Dreams of a Lovely Marriage
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A Day in the Life: Dreams of a Lovely Marriage
Part III
Suggestion: reading parts I and II of the story is likely to lead to
more understanding and enjoyment of individual segments, including this
one.
Upon completion of the reason for my visit, I rolled up my jeans so that
two inches of hose would show between cuff and shoe and removed my shoes
and socks as instructed. I then replaced my shoes. I did all this in a
stall in case someone came in while I was completing my tasks. As I
opened the bathroom door, my body shivered with excitement and anxiety.
After exiting the bar area with success--no one even glanced at me, I
faced about thirty feet to return to our table, and I walked quickly,
giddy with apprehension that someone would see and know I was wearing
girl's stockings. However, again, no one so much as glanced up from any
of the tables I passed. Also, Tonya was nowhere to be seen.
I saw Marla lounging back in her seat at our table, watching my progress
and noting my obedience, and soon I slid into my seat. Before I could
speak, she did, clearly and emphatically. "You were practically running.
Proper young girls don't do that, sissy! I want you to get up, walk back
slowly to the restroom, turn around and come back here slowly. Two feet
from every table with diners you approach, you will clear your throat
loudly. Let me hear you."
I made an "ah-hem" sound.
"Louder!"
After two more tries, my volume satisfied her. "Also," she continued,
"when you get back, I am going to call Tonya for the check. When I sign
it, I will drop the pen onto the floor near you. You will not pick the
pen up. When Tonya does, I want your foot next to the pen with your
sissy stockings clearly visible. Do you understand?"
"But, Mommy..."
I was going to ask if she really wanted to out me in a restaurant we
frequented en vanille, but Marla stopped me by saying, "If you argue
with me, I will tell Tonya directly and in your presence that you are
wearing panties and hose and that you like dressing like a sissy." Her
voice still was quiet, but it was like ice and clearly sincere. "Now do
you have any questions about what you are to do?"
"No, Mommy." I rose and did my Lady's bidding.
Again, despite my making noise approaching tables and a few people
glancing up at me, no one seemed to notice my stockings. However, I was
much more scared of pretty Tonya seeing them for sure!
"Did anyone see your sissy stockings?" Marla asked when I returned. She
smiled when I answered no. "But that little hottie Tonya will, won't
she, little girl?" followed by a soft giggle. (Marla's decision to refer
to me as as "little girl," was wonderfully humiliating, and I wondered
if she would do so in front of our waitress..
"Yes, Mommy." My voice trembled.
As if by magic (had they spoken while I was in the bathroom?) Tonya was
standing at our table with the check container in her hand. "I'm so
sorry, Marla!" Tonya apologized. "I didn't mean to make you wait. You
ready to go?"
"Yeah, sweetie," Marla smiled. "Don't worry about it. We had some fun
while we waited, didn't we?" she grinned, looking across the table at
me.
"Yes, Marla," I quietly affirmed, blushing, and the blond waitress gave
a somewhat puzzled little laugh.
She had laid the packet down in front of Marla, recognizing she was in
charge and would do the paying as she had the ordering. Marla quickly
scanned it and gave her a card. Tonya moved off to the front of the
restaurant and the cashier's stand.
During the brief wait, Marla reached across the table and took my hand,
but we did not speak nor did she look at me. I knew, though, that she
was letting me know she was there for me in my willingness to be
humiliated for her.
Upon Tonya's return, Marla wrote down the tip and the total and signed.
I had quietly moved my foot out near where one of the waitress' tennis
shoe-shod feet and watched in fascination and fear as Marla made to
return the pen to Tonya. Per her plan she managed to drop it in such a
way that it landed two inches from my shoe. The pert young girl quickly
bent to receive it, and I found myself staring down in agitation at her
pretty blond hair as her hand retrieved the pen next to my white nylon-
clad ankle.
In fear and anticipation I looked at Tonya's face as she rose with the
pen. It was unreadable. With a bland but pleasant air, she spoke to
Marla, as she collected the packet and inserted the pen into it,
"Thanks, Marla." Perhaps she somehow hadn't noticed! Then she continued,
speaking to both of us, "Now you guys be sure to have fun tonight." The
emphasis was clear. "Oh, and, Ken," she looked directly at me, you sure
have some neat socks on." With a shared giggle and glance between her
and Marla, she walked off.
"Come on, you shameless little sissy," Marla laughed at me as she took
me by the hand. "We need to get home and take care of you." I was
speechless, but we walked out of the restaurant together with my eyes on
the floor, and my cock, which had found a way out one of the panties'
leg holes, threatening to rip through my jeans.
(to be continued)
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