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Seatbelt on we take the short drive to the Hotel... I still wonder if it's
part of the company, or just convenient. It certainly seems a twisty
route... but we get there non too soon as my sore ass feels like it's
sticking to the leather seats through my skirt.
The door is opened by chanteuse and I get out, thanking Chanteuse who
smiles and closes the door behind me before driving off, leaving me
isolated. Off course this is just a normal street in a normal town, and I
could go anywhere... dressed as a schoolgirl complete with satchel, yeah
right. I walk in through the main doors nervously, fortunately the lobby
is pretty empty with only the doorman tipping his hat and smiling at me as
I walk towards the lift.
As I'm halfway towards the lift, and feeling the doorman's eyes on my
arse, the lift doors start to open.. and there, half turned away from me
is? No.. it can't be! Dale! Fuck!
I turn and sprint to the emergency stairwell, which thanks to last week I
know well and slam the door open and run through, shit shit.. shit.. he
didn't see me did he? He can't have? But.. I sprint up the stairs thankful
for the relatively small heels I'm wearing. I'm up to the second landing
when I hear the door open, and I fall to the floor and freeze... I can't
be seen here can I?
I hear a man's footstep in the stairwell and cringe tighter, trying not to
breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. I.. I could maybe explain why I'm
dressed as a schoolgirl... but the conditioned arousal from my anxiety is
creating a bulge that would be very hard to hide. Another footstep and I'm
so nervous I feel like I'm going to wet myself, even with my rock hard
cock, but then the footsteps turn and the door closes. Trembling I crawl
to the edge and peek over to see the stairwell open and the door swinging
shut... I breath a massive sigh of relief. He didn't see me! And it
probably wasn't Dale after all, and this.. is just a massive overreaction,
yeah...
Still with a massive stiffy in my panties I push myself off the floor and
continue my walk up to my room, slowly calming myself down... there's a
little thought in my head that my 'date' tonight will turn out to be Dale,
but that's ridiculous.. right?
It's a long way up to the penthouse.. my apartment! I wonder how much this
costs? And there's plenty of time for me to worry myself about my 'date'
night, so much so that I'm not really paying attention as I walk into the
apartment..
"You're late Miss, what will Mistress Divine say?" Says a maid who takes
the bag from me... it's not Maddy.. I wonder what's happening to her? Oh
no.. Miss Black... shit...
"Err..." I stammer but the maid has hung up my satchel and is back for my
blazer.
"Mistress Divine was very clear that you must be ready in time Miss, oh
and that you must examine the state of your panties in the mirror..."
"R.. right here?" I gasp as the blazer is taken from me, feeling deeply
uncomfortable.
"I can't see anywhere else now Miss, can you?" the maid says... who
trained a maid to be this controlling?
"No.. I guess not." I reply and walk into the bedroom and, facing the full
length mirror, raise my little pleated skirt to show the bulge in my white
panties, and the little stain from my excitement.
I turn to show my back to the mirror.. shivering slightly as I realise
this will all be filmed, and shown to Robyn, but I still bend over and
lift my skirt, turning slightly so I can see the reflection of my pert,
and bruised arse in the mirror...
"Sissy Miss must hurry..." says the maid coming up, "Mistress Divines
instructions were that you must be ready promptly for your date. Now
please turn to face the mirror."
I do, still wondering about her behaviour, but then feel her reach round
and unfasten my tie, then undo the buttons on my blouse, making sure to
caress my breasts as she does so... then she eases that off over my
shoulders.
"What creamy white skin the Sissy Miss has, sprinkled with all those
lovely freckles..." she says caressing my shoulders before moving down to
unfasten my bra. It ping's open stating to drop of, so I immediately reach
up to clasp it over my breasts... the mirror image of the shy schoolgirl
looks back at me, "And now sissy miss's skirt..."
She reaches round, unbuttons the skirt and opens it wide, revealing the
bulge in my panties, and my unwanted excitement.
"Mistress Says you can finish yourself from here." The maid says in a
neutral tone, as I ponder what that means. "Please tell me after you have
showered so I may help you prepare."
And with that she turns and minces off to the corner to stand there facing
the wall, as if she's been switched off... wow, this is weirder that
normal... Still I move away from the mirror, though not from all the
cameras and unbuckle my patent school shoes. Socks panties and bra away I
undo my pigtails and step into the shower, revelling for a while in the
stream of hot water...
Feeling a little recharged I get out and dry my hair before stepping out
and standing before the bed. Feeling a little stupid I call out, "Maid,
I'm ready."
She turns and walks before me, reaching down to pick up a tiny pair of
white lace panties, "Your first item Miss."
She kneels and holds them for me to step into, before pulling them up
where they fit snugly, though there's a slit in the front which would let
my cock escape if it stiffened, increasing the possibility of
embarrassment.
Next a white corset... not too strict this time, but still keeping me in
pose. She does seem to enjoy tightening the laces though. Next barely
black seamed stockings are lovingly rolled up my legs to be attached to
the garters on the corset. She presents the dress next, and I begin to
realise what my 'costume' for my date will be, a tight shiny white mini
dress with a high neck that fastens behind my head, the skirt barely
covering my stocking tops when I stand bolt upright.. it's a very 60's
thing, and the thigh high PVC boots that go with it confirm he image with
their blocky heel and platform.
Matching white gloves are added, and two large plastic disc earrings, that
bat against my neck. She then fusses with my hair tucking it around so it
looks like a bob, and pinning it firmly in place. Plastic bangles, a
matching clutch purse and a little white cap are all added before she
finishes my make-up, with pillar box red lips and heavy mascara.
"You'd better go down in the lift Miss, your date is due in the bar in
about half an hour."
"Who is my date?" I ask, speaking for the first time since she began
dressing me.
"Mistress Divine said it would be a man in uniform, and he would know you
Miss," The maid says with a patronising tone, then minces to the door to
let me out.
Nervously I step into the short corridor to the lift and press the button.
This blending of my sissy life and the real world makes me incredibly
uncomfortable, and aware of the risks. Was it Dale I saw before? Is he
still here?
The lift comes with a ping and I step in carefully straightening my skirt
to increase the slight chance it won't ride up. At least it's too tight to
rise up and show my cock, which, reacting to my nerves, is already
starting to stiffen a little. It takes an age to make the uninterrupted
trip to the lobby, my hand hovering by the door close button just in case,
but when we arrive the lobby is Dale free, merely a pretty and bored
receptionist, and the doorman with the wandering eyes.
There's a sign to the bar and I walk in, looking around for a man in
uniform, but none are present, though the bar is busy, mostly with
business men, but with occasional couples. In my 60's outfit I stand out,
and hey, I'm pretty eye catching anyway, so there are a lot of appreciated
eyes on me as I make my way to the bar.
The barman hands me a Martini with a cherry in it, and I carefully perch
myself on a bar stool. He gives me a warm smile, and takes the opportunity
to stroke my hand as it rests on the bar, "Miss Divine has opened a tab
for you Miss, you can have as many Martini's or pink champagnes as you
desire."
"Thank you." I reply, wondering if I can decently cross my legs on the
stool, before deciding I'd be better off just holding them together. "I..
err.. I'm supposed to meet someone?"
He nods, "The gentleman in question will be informed of your arrival, but
I don't expecting him until the hour... I have been informed he is very
particular about his time keeping."
"Oh.. well thank you, err?" I fish for his name but he just smiles and
shakes his head.
"I'm just the barman Miss. Don't worry about me... but.. err... can I just
say you are particularly pretty for one of Miss Divines girls?"
I blush, a little flattered, but mostly embarrassed One of Divines girls?
Does he know what we really are? Or... does he just think I'm a
prostitute? Or.. or both?"
He's turned away, and I hide my embarrassment by taking a drink..
"Angela?" I hear Dales voice from behind me, and spray half my drink
across the room, "It is you!"
I turn to face him, wiping my chin, "Dale? W.. what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm just here for a business meeting," He says, "What about you?"
"Err.." I stammer bright red, "I.. I'm here to meet someone too..."
"Really? What's his name?" He asks with a smile, "Or her name of
course..."
"I.. I don't know. I mean it's a man..." I manage, bright red, shit.. he
must think I really am a prostitute...
Dale does seem to be thinking very hard as he looks at me, but the barman
arrives and hands him a beer, "Good to see you again, and Miss Angela?
Your escort for the costume party will be along shortly."
"Oh thanks.." I gush, so relieved at being given a lifeline, "It's a
work's party, and I'm supposed to get picked up."
He smiles, "Ah yes, must be the season, my sister was at one last night.
Sounds like a lot of fun."
"Y..yeah, but I don't really know anyone, so I'm a little nervous." I
manage, then giggle, "Actually I'm a lot nervous."
He smiles back, "Mind you I think your school girl outfit was better.."
"You saw?" I manage, "Shit.. sorry, I was so embarrassed, I.. I just had
to try something else."
"I can see..." He says looking me up and down, "And it's very nice, but.."
he gives a wicked little grin, "The uniform would have been so much
better."
"And that's why I'm not wearing it." I reply relaxing, hey... I'm getting
away with it. "So.. I have to be here to meet my 'date' but why are you
here?"
"Oh my sister used to work here, so I used to get cheap drinks." He grins,
"I guess it became a habit?"
"Used to?"
"Yeah, she began to climb the corporate pole shortly afterwards, runs her
own department now, secretary's and everything." He gives a sigh, "She's
bragging she's going to get her own pa soon."
"Bully for her." I reply smiling, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your
own soon."
"How can I get the perfect PA when you don't work for me?" He grins and we
both giggle
I'm actually relaxing and having fun, which feels so good, and with my
legs tight together there's no chance of any embarrassing bulges forming.
Now as long as my 'date' isn't an embarrassment this should go okay...
"Dale!" Comes a voice from the door, "How are you?"
"My business meeting has arrived." Dales shoulders slump, whilst my mind
spins again, another voice I recognise! Dale whispers in my ear, "He's a
total asshole, but his father owns my company so... I gotta make nice."
Dale pulls away and gives a little wave, "William, how nice to see you,
how have you been?"
William? As in.. Master William? Ooh fuck.. fuck fuckity fuck...
"Hello Dale, and who is your lovely companion?"
"Oh, this is Angela, she's not with me, more's the pity, I just bumped
into her."
"Angela?" He says an amused tone in his voice as I turn awkwardly to face
him, "I see..."
Dale steps past me, distracting William for a second as he shakes his
hand, but Williams eyes return to focus on me...
'please' I move my lips silently, and his grin widens slightly...
"She is a beauty all right Dale, if she's not with you, what are you doing
wrong?"
Dale shrugs and gives me a wry smile, "I don't know.. I've tried but she
just keeps pretending she's not interested."
"Really?" William says raising an eyebrow, "I wonder why..."
"She claims she's not into guys," Dale says with a shrug, "I've told her
it's such a waste."
William grins, "Oh I quite agree... just look at that body. And those
lips..."
Dale bristles, and I have to interrupt, "Forgive me, I.. I don't believe
we've been introduced?"
"William Molenyaux junior at your service... miss...." He says, reaching
for my hand then pressing it to his lips, kissing it through the glove,
"Please allow me to buy you a drink?"
"Sure." I manage retrieving my hand.
He turns to Dale, "Can you go and get a table ready Dale? I'll be along in
a moment."
"Certainly." Dale says with a glance at me.. I give him the best re-
assuring smile I can, and he walks off.
"Boy!" William calls the barman, "Get this 'lady' a refill, and get me
some of your best wine."
The bartender busys himself with the order and William leans in close,
"So... he doesn't know does he?"
"N.. no sir..." I whisper.
"Doesn't know you are a tranny whore?"
"N.. no sir.." I whimper, blushing.
"But that is what you are isn't it?" He says, his hand moving to gently
caress my arm.
"Y. yes Sir..." I gasp, aware my cock is stiffening I glance down...
His gaze follows mine, "Ah.. so they've let you out for the night? Aren't
you a lucky sissy whore?"
"Yessir.." I squeak.
"What are you?"
"A.. a lucky sissy w.. whore."
"And you don't want Dale to know hmm?"
"N.. no sir..."
He glances over to where Dale is sitting, looking at us. I can tell Dale
is unsure what to do, and.. my mind is blank..
"Well then, meet me in the men's toilets in an hour.. you suck me off and,
we'll not need to say any more about it right?"
"P.. promise Sir?"
"Oh yes.. I promise," he says pulling back,
"I'm ready Sir," Dale says, arriving next to us, "If you'd care to come
with me?"
"Of course, I was just sharing a little chat with your lovely little
friend." William says collecting his drink, and glancing at me, "You can't
blame me for wanting to get to know her a little better now can you?"
"Of course not Sir." Dale says as they walk away, glancing back at me over
Williams shoulder.
"I'll be okay," I mouth back, wishing I believed my own words.
I glance at the clock, it's 5 to.. so.. I have to meet that bastard in the
toilets. I shudder at the thought, but what choice do I have? And.. fuck,
it's not going to end at that is it? That bastard can get me to do almost
anything now, he's never going to stop at one blow job.. his type never
do... I take a deep breath, well as deep as I can in this outfit, I.. I
need to tell Dale.. and Amy and Paul.. everyone I know in the real world
what I am... and I never wanted to have to do that, but.. the alternative
is becoming the fuck slave of that asshole.. and I bet he'll tell them
sooner or later anyway, when he's bored of controlling me...
"Angel?" I hear another man's voice and look up.. it's the Naval officer
that was with Mistress Divine last night.
"Yes Sir, pleased to meet you," I say sliding off my chair.
His eyes flick down to my crotch, I.. I guess I'm showing a little bit,
and I move my hand with the clutch purse over my groin and offer my hand
which he takes and kisses.
"Captain Reynolds at your service my dear," he says straightening, and
looking me straight in the eye, as he looks me up and down, there's a
little catch in his voice. "You look so beautiful tonight my dear.."
The sincerity of his words makes me blush, and tremble a little, "You..
are too kind Sir."
"Would you care to join me for a drink before we move to the restaurant?"
"I... I am yours to command Captain," I stammer,
"Oh no my dear, it is I who am yours to command," he says, again with a
catch in his voice, "But perhaps... we should go through to the
restaurant?"
"Y.. yes that would be nice," I reply, flushing again, "Thank you Sir."
"You are most welcome." He takes my hand and leads me through the door to
the restaurant.. I really hope Dale didn't see that bit...
We go to a table for two and he pulls out the chair for me to sit down, I
of course comply and he pushes me in. I look at him nervously as he takes
a seat.
"Don't look at me like that," he says with a smile, "I'm not going to eat
you."
"N.. nosir..." I stammer, still freaked by my encounter with Master
William.
He looks at me a little concerned. "This isn't exactly the behaviour I was
expecting from the girl I saw last night..."
"N.. nossir... I.. err.." I flush scarlet, "T.. they gave m.. me something
to.. m... make me h.. horny..."
"Ah, I see." He says his eyes narrowing slightly, "And so your behaviour
with that unpleasant young man was..."
"N..not the way I normally behave," I manage, then take a breath, "Look
sir... you know what I am, and.. yes.. I'm a s.. submissive s.. sissy...
but.. I.. I'm not a t..total..."
"Shush..." He whispers, reaching out a hand and gently placing it on mine,
"Shush... it's all right. I don't think you're a slut. I.. well.. I think
you are beautiful.."
I blush, and wipe a tear from my eye, but before I can reply the waiter
has come for our order. I let the Captain order his starter and decline
one for me... before turning back to him. "B.. but I am a slut.. I.. I
know I am.. but.. even... a.. slut has standards."
"Really?" he says, "You're a slut? You're prepared to fuck anything that
moves?"
"N.. no!" I squeak, "but.. I.. I'm horny all the time and..."
"Are you a whore?" He says matter of factly, then smiles as I gasp and
shake my head vehemently. "So.. if I offered you.. 100 bucks you wouldn't
give me a hand job right now?"
"No sir," I reply. "I.. I try to only have s.. sex with people I..."
"So.. how many blow jobs have you given?" he asks pressing his point
"Err.. well.. I... err..." My mind spins as I try and think, there's been
a couple of close shaves but.. only... "One Sir."
"Really? And how many times have you fucked in the arse?"
I gasp looking around, wondering if anyone can hear us, but we're in an
isolated part of the restaurant. "None!" I hiss...
"So.. you're a total slut who's never been fucked and given one blow job?"
he says with knowing grin, "I really don't think that makes you a slut now
do you?"
I blink... the anal toys, the cunnilingus, being masturbated... but yeah.
"I.. I think that makes me sound purer than I actually am..."
"Perhaps," he says, then sighs, "Besides.. I have a little secret of my
own."
The waiter brings his first course and drinks for both of us.. I sneak a
glance at the clock, then turn back to the captain. "Secret Sir?"
"Yes... it's a long story but... hmm... let me start by saying those
clothes you are wearing, they were my wife's..."
I gasp feeling a little uncomfortable, and he looks a little embarrassed.
"You look a lot like her as well but.. it's not like that... let me
explain."
"I was a naval ensign serving in the south pacific in the late 60's.. and
to be honest I was not the nicest person in the world. There was a young
ensign there, junior to me, a little effeminate perhaps, that I bullied. I
taunted him for his pale skin which burnt in the hot sun, and his ginger
hair.. I got a laugh from the other junior officers, and I was the 'big
man'. Then one day.. I saw him naked, bending over.. and he looked so..
feminine.."
The captain pauses looking wistfully into space, "He thought he was alone,
in private.. and he pulled on a pair of panties.. and right then and there
I knew I had him... he was my 'bitch' So.. for the next few weeks I made
him many things for him... and mocked him, but.. even then I.. I felt
guilty for it.. and I began to find him a little.. attractive. My guilt at
my own leanings made my treatment of him even worse I have to say.
"And then we both had shore leave in Saigon. I.. told him since he liked
panties, he should get a dress, heels the lot and meet me in a hotel room.
I.. I went up there and.. I guess I expected him to either have run, or
made a half hearted effort but no.. he.. was beautiful. In a little
Chinese dress, which barely covered his crotch, elegant heels, legs
shaved, long pink nails. The only masculine feature was his short hair
looking incongruous over his carefully made up face..."
The captain is barely aware of my presence as his eyes glaze over, "He
walked up to me and said in a husky voice, congratulations he really was
my bitch now.. and I kissed him. I think he was surprised at first, but..
and this is important, to me at least. I did not force myself onto him, I
was.. forceful perhaps, but my every action was welcomed. He kissed my
cock.. and I fucked him, fucked his gorgeous sissy arse time and again...
we spent the weeks leave in each others arms..."
The Captain looks at me and blushes. "After that.. he told me, 'I can
never go back, but.. you have let me find myself... ' I apologised for my
behaviour, and he... told me that I'd been a bastard, and that he'd never
have dressed fully for me that night if I hadn't told him to.. blackmailed
him to.. but because he had done.. he knew he was a sissy. We had one last
night, but in the morning he was gone, AWOL, and never returned to the
ship. I.. I returned and continued my tour, torn up inside. I.. I believe
I was a better person after that, a better officer... and I think when we
returned to port.. I got my rewards... at the dock, waiting for me, was
the most gorgeous red-head in the outfit you're wearing now."
"I wasn't expecting it, but she just ran into my arms and threw herself at
me... and I knew she was him. Later we talked and she said she'd made it
back to the States, and found the same place you work, and signed on. They
transformed her, and in return she worked for them as a secretary. Nothing
so elaborate as what you have now I'm sure."
"But her aim was to be ready for me, and to be my girl. We talked about
things for the next few days.. as lovers again. I proposed to her that
very night, but she declined. I was a young naval officer, touring the
world. I might cheat on her, and she would not allow this. She confirmed
she would wait for me for my every return home, and in time.. maybe we
could be together."
He blushes, "We.. agreed she would keep her cock, the thing that made her
special, and we kept in touch as I travelled, earning my promotions,
until.. I could take it no longer. I came back, into her office and
proposed to her at her desk.. she accepted and we were married. And we
stayed together for the next.. ooh.. forty years... and then..."
He lets out a big sigh. "She had cancer.. an aggressive form, and form
diagnosis to the end was little more than a month... I.. wasn't ready to
say goodbye.. she.. accepted it more than I did.. I just wanted to fight
it.. but..."
He takes a deep breath and a tear trickles down his weather beaten cheek,
"And so.. after a couple of years... I thought I'd go back to the
'company' and see... if there was a girl like her there..."
He gives a dry chuckle, "And there was you... just like her on that day at
the docks... and I.. I thought.. I wanted to spend some time with.."
"I understand," I reply softly, "It's okay.. I understand..."
"And now reality strikes. I'm old enough to be your grandfather... and
you're your own person, and it would cheapen both of you to think
otherwise." His voice cracks a little, "But.. I trust that being my
companion for an evening is not such a hard burden to bear?"
"How could it be?" I smile, "When you tell such beautiful love stories..."
He laughs, and I smile in return. "But.. I.. I have to go in a little
while. I.. err.. I will come back, but..."
His shrewd eyes narrow, and I blush, "Why so nervous?"
"D.. did anyone other than you know your wife was a sissy Sir?" I ask,
deflecting the question.
"No.. it was our secret, we agreed..."
"Well none of my friends outside the company know of my secret.. but.." I
stop wondering why I'm willing to tell this man so much, but I need to
tell someone and there's no one else, "I've met someone who knows what I
am, and... people who don't. And he's threatening to tell them.. unless I
do what he wants..."
"I... see," the Captain says slowly, "And how will you deal with this?"
"I..." I swallow, "I'm going to do what he wants.. for now.. for tonight,
and then tell my friends what I am, before he can tell them... I.. I don't
have much choice."
"Really?" the Captain says, "No choice? I..."
"No Sir." I shake my head, "He is rich, he is powerful... and I.. I don't
want to m.. make a fuss, please let me.. handle this..."
He frowns, "And you know this will continue?"
I nod, swallowing nervously. "I.. I know... but... I don't want to make...
can't afford to make a fuss now."
"Are you certain?" the Captain replies. "I could..."
"Nossir..." My eyes flick up to the clock, "I.. I need to go..."
He reaches out to hold my hand. "No you don't... I can see your fear, your
doubt, stay and..."
"Nossir." I shake my head. "I.. I'm just a sissy slut.. I... I.. must
go... please.. don't hate me for this.."
I snatch my hand away and hurry to the door.. only a couple of minutes
left. I click clack down the hallway, and turn into the annex with the
toilet doors, left for men, right for girls... as I stand there forcing
myself to go through with my decision, a man comes out, smiles at me and
walks away... shit.. I hope there's no one else in there... a stranger in
there, and well.. I'm exposed.. as a slut at least..
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