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As I walk along the office I see the girls turning to look at me, in their little office outfits, plugged in and chained to their desks... I wonder if I should go to mine? I glance at the clock, no.. not really time, and besides after what happened to me last time? No thanks... so, pigtails bouncing I hurry through the office pool to the stairs, ignoring any giggles or gasps from the room. I hurry up the large steps and walk to my room, slowing my pace... enjoying the feeling of my outfit... enjoying being dressed as a slutty schoolgirl. It's got to be near the top of the list for every cross- dresser or sissy out there? Right? It's then I hear footsteps behind me and glance around... two of the other schoolgirls, who didn't do so well in class... and they don't look impressed with me. I hurry slightly, and the increase speed to match me... I'm starting to worry about this as I turn a corner and another of the 'girls' is there... "Err.. Hi..." I stammer, trying to smile and move past her.. not to any great surprise she blocks my way. "Please let me through?" "Err like no way!" she says moving to block the hall, "We like want a word with you..." "Please? I need to get to my room," I say, then feel one of them grab my shoulder from behind. "Hey! Let go!" I protest and try and turn my shoulder away, but her grip is quite hard. "No.. I don't think so," she says, pulling my shoulder turning me half round. "We want a word with you." I turn fully to face her, two girls in front, two behind. I recognise them from class, but couldn't really place them. I'm also guessing they've been spanked hard by Mistress Thorne. In fact one of the sissies in front of me rubs her arse as she scowls at me. "Err.. so.. what do you want then?" I say trying to put a brave face on it. "We think the teachers pet needs taking down a peg or too, don't we girls?" The other nods, and I'm sure the 'girl' behind me is doing the same. "T.. teachers pet?" I say awkwardly. "T.. that's not fair. I've not received any special treatment." "Really?" the lead sissy says, pushing me on my shoulder, "Sure.. in your perfect uniform, not like ours that rip, or panties that fall down... or bras that are way too tight?" "M.. my bra is too tight! And.. hey!" She shoves me again, harder, pushing me back towards the wall. "Stop that!" "Oh.. so teachers pet is giving orders now?" she says smirking, and shoving me again, "Thinks she's better than us?" "Yeah!" Says one of her sidekicks, "and she's so, like, not..." I'm shoved again and feel my satchel press against the wall, and the three of them close in. I look from once over made up face to the next, my hands forming unconvincing fists. "Hey.. c'mon guys let me go, I've not done anything to you!" "Ooo.. teacher's pet getting ready to fight?" Jeer's the leader. "I'm so scared..." I squirm, feeling uncomfortable, this situation is so familiar.. it used to happen in real school.. before everything. I hold up my hands palms outwards. "Look I'm sorry for whatever okay... I'm sorry if you think I'm getting special treatment, but honestly I'm not... Mistress Thorne is as harsh on me as she is with anyone else!" "Oh yeah? Your are so her pet! Like I'm surprised she doesn't keep you on a leash!" One says and I blush crimson, and my cock stiffens. Why did they have to say that? "Wow.. I think she likes that! I think Thorne really does keep her on a leash..." The leader says grinning nastily. One of her sidekicks idly nibbles her pigtails and whispers, "Lucky bitch..." "Lucky she may be, but not tonight!" Their leader smiles, and steps closer in, emphasising that she's at least 6" taller than me. "Tonight she's going to be our little bitch.. not Mistress Thorne's!" No! They plan to keep me here all night! I have to go home, I have to spend the week end free! And I must see Mistress Thorne tonight! "No! I need to go!" I say. "Please let me go!" They chuckle, and the leader turns to one of the others to speak, I take my chance and try and run, but the third reaches out and grabs my wrist jerking me backwards. "No no sissy, you're staying with us" says the leader and slaps me across the face. I try and protest but she slaps me again, and again. The others grab my arms and shoulders and force me back against the wall.. I try and struggle but there are two of them... and the third keeps slapping me. What's worst of all though is that, conditioned slut that I am, this is arousing me and my cock is starting to tent in my panties. "P.. please stop it... please let me go?" I beg, but it only encourages them, "Force her to her knees girls," says the leader, who seems to be experiencing even greater arousal than I am... Slowly, twisting my arms backwards and upwards they force me forwards, off balance, enough that a quick kick to the back of my leg makes it fold and I drop onto my knees. I keep my head down, trying to struggle, but I'm in the wrong position... "Look up bitch," says the leader, and when I don't respond, grabs my bangs and jerks my head up, so I'm looking at her with teary eyes. "S.. stop this.. please..." I beg, my voice, weak, high pitched. "You're going to suck me off pet!" she snaps. "I'll bite!" I say, struggling again, "I.. I will... I'll bite your sissy cock c.. clean off if I have to!" She pulls back slightly. "You fucking cunt! Threatening me? Ha! I should do that to you..." "W.. what do you think Mistress Thorne would do to you then?" I say defiantly, and she pales some more... ha, these are just sissies... I can take them. They think I'm Mistress Thorne's bitch, so.. I might as well use that. And besides I'm hoping it's going to be the truth soon enough. "In fact I'm supposed to be serving her tonight!" "You're lying!" the sissy says but her tone is uncertain. "You're just a pathetic, submissive, sissy cunt!" "Y.. yes I.. I am," I say, embarrassed to admit it, "B.. but so are you... and Mistress Thorne isn't..." "Oh... what should we dooo Vanessa?" says one of the girls holding my arms, looking frightened. "I so don't want to get into trouble with Mistress Thorne, she really is a bitch..." "I.. think she's lying," says 'Vanessa', "but you're right, I don't want to risk it... and as she is Thorne's favourite for now, we shouldn't mess her up too bad..." "But I'm like soo horny!" says the other, "And you swore that this bitch would get us off all night!" Vanessa thinks for a second, she's not as dumb as the others, but I can see she's as horny as hell as well. "Right bitches this is what we're going to do... you and I are going to wank until we come on this bitch's slut face, whilst she tells us what a subby cunt she is to keep us excited. And you will do that, won't you Angel bitch? Because the quicker we cum, the quicker you can be off to submit to teacher right? If you're telling the truth, understand." "Yes," I groan, accepting yet another round of humiliation. "Oh and it's yes Mistress Vanessa cunt!" she says already moving one hand under her skirt to play with her cock. "Y.. yes Mistress Vanessa. I.. I am a subby schoolgirl cunt Mistress Vanessa, a horny little c.. cum dumb l.. lusting for you to.. c.. cum on my face..." I groan laying it on thick, then gasp as I realise just how big Vanessa is.. that thing MUST have been enhanced! "Oh go on!" she says, jerking furiously, already close to climax I'm sure... "Yes Mistress Vanessa, this cunt is gasping in your power ready to taste t.. the err manna from your g.. gorgeous sissy cock... she's such a submissive c.," I get no further as spurt after spurt of hot sissy cum splashes onto my face and hair, onto my blouse... everywhere! I'm guessing it's not just the size she's had enhanced. There's also a hot sticky dribble on my shoulder where her friend has cum... I glance at the third who merely squirms, flushed, looking so horny she could burst, but no bulge on view... I guess she's in chastity... "Right, run along bitch, but this isn't the last you've heard of us!" Vanessa says as they release my arms. I don't reply, I'm running as fast as I can in my heels to my room.. I need to clean up and get changed, and I need to do it fast... I guess this place is one of the few places in the world that a cum covered she-male dressed as a schoolgirl can run past people and not draw comment... and I never thought I'd have to be grateful for that. In my room, I look at the clock, I'm short on time, but I have to wash my hair! The water in the shower is freezing, but at least I can get all the cum out and fragrance myself a little better. I.. I dry my hair straight, covering one eye, and try not to rush my make up, though it is toned down compared to normal office wear. I wrap on my waist cincher, and push up bra... oh the joy of having my waist constrained and a well fitting bra! Panties are trickier to get on as I've still got a bulge there after everything. I wish I had five minutes to... err.. calm myself, but there's no time, and.. err.. I want to be a little horny and frustrated when I spend time with Mistress Thorne... Stockings are carefully rolled up my legs, but not carefully enough in my hurry and one ladders... shit! There's no option but to put on another and take more care... I glance up at the clock.. only five minutes. I doubt there's much flexibility in the window for leaving... I put on the first pair of shoes in the closet and slip my feet in. As I close the straps locking them on I realise I've really chosen the wrong pair... 6" heels and a 2" platform! Even for me they're going to be a nightmare to run in... I pick out a tight office skirt, mind you they're all tight, and step into it squirming it up over my hips. I almost forget the blouse, but grab an emerald silk one and slip it over my shoulders struggling slightly as I rush to get my hands out the sleeves... Finally they're through and I head straight off, fumbling the buttons as I clatter through the halls. As I run I manage to get the first few buttons done up, but I can feel the skirt riding up over my hips... as I get to the stairs I know I'm showing panties and bra to anyone who looks.. and plenty of people are looking! Flushing brightly I grip the rail, and hurry down, my feet feeling sore after the pounding I've given them in these shoes, not to mention the too tight Mary Janes before. Finally it's a mad dash to the lobby, where I push open the doors to see Miss Melody standing at the door, keys in hand as the last sissies are filing out. "Oh my... someone's late," she says, looking me up and down, "And that someone had better get her skirt pulled down right away..." "Yes Miss," I say, panting for breath, tugging the skirt down to it's usual, almost decent length. "Thank you Miss." She smiles, "Good girl, you have been well trained. I almost feel sorry for singling you out on Monday... almost." I realise now that she's the one who's greeted me every Monday, and been at the desk every time I've left. I flush, embarrassed again, as I walk over to the area that unlocks my shoes.. even though I've only had them on five minutes my feet are killing me! "Well then hon, you'd better get out..." She smiles. "No sissies out after the door locks..." She idly toys with the door, pushing it almost closed as I hurry up to it, making me squeeze through to her amusement.. her little peal of laughter follows me as I get out onto the street. I walk a little more sedately across the road, getting some whistles and cat calls as I do so.. most of the other sissies are long gone.. though a couple are chatting up some of the guys who are waiting outside, probably for just such an opportunity. At least non of them approach me and I make it to the car park, and my car in time. As I swap into my long skirt I check the time.. and calculate in my head, just how long I have to get ready for my date.. it's an hour's drive, then getting changed, and then going to her place... and I've only got two hours... it's going to be tight... Driving home, I'm more focused on the fear of being late, than my return to normality... every red light, every slow driver adding to my frustration. At home, finally, I get out of the car and head to my house, already planning how I'm going to dress... when a voice calls to me. "Hello Angela, how are you?" I sigh, it's my neighbour, Mrs Burrows, a nice lady, retired, does a lot of voluntary work and a pleasant enough neighbour.. but she does like to chat. "Hi Mrs Burrows, I'm fine, how are you?" I say smiling as I lock the door. "Oh doing well, doing well..." She looks me up and down and raises an eyebrow. "I think you need to do up a few more buttons on your blouse?" I freeze, and my hands go to my chest.. yes, I've not done up enough buttons to be decent. I hurriedly fumble with them, my face bright red as I try and find something to say. "Oh no! I am sorry, I spilt something on my blouse earlier and had to change it in a hurry.. I hope no one else saw me!" I gush, convincingly I think. "I'm sure they didn't Angela, although I hardly see you now." "It's the new job," I say, a little more composed with my blouse fastened neatly, "I stay in the city for the week... just couldn't face the daily commute." "Well I do hope you're not planning to move, you've been a pleasant neighbour, always ready to help, not like the couple who were in that house before you, nasty pieces of work they..." I can sense this is going to turn into a long lecture on the flaws of the previous tenants of my house, one which I've heard before, so I blurt out, "I'm really sorry Mrs Burrows, but.. I.. I have a date tonight..." I stammer, as it's not the kind of thing I'd normally mention to her, but she takes it in her stride, and asks the one question I really don't want to answer. "Oh that's alright dear, what's he like?" Oh that's an awkward question on so many levels, I'm dating my boss, they're a sadist who likes to torment me and.. most importantly, she's not a he... "Is it that nice man who took you out the other week?" She presses, apparently oblivious to my flustered response, "He seemed such a gentleman, and you looks so lovely..." I blush further if possible. "I.. I really can't talk about it Mrs Burrows, I'm really sorry.. but I'm running late already!" I hate being this rude and I'm already halfway up the steps but she merely gives me a small grin. "Oh don't worry dear, I understand, I remember what it's like when you starting a relationship.. have fun now!" "Thank you! I'll try!" I say gratefully, hoping I never have to explain the sort of fun I'll be having to her... Inside I take off the heels, and hurry to my room, undoing the buttons to the blouse I've only recently done up, and then the phone rings... oh please be a quick call! I pick up the phone seeing it's Amy's number.. "Hi Amy!" I say still fumbling with my buttons. "Hi yourself! Where have you been? Busy working?" she asks. "Working!" I respond, nodding even though she can't see me. "Still on for tennis tomorrow afternoon?" she asks innocently. "Of course," I reply, "it'll be nice to meet up." "So what you doing tonight?" she asks. "Going to meet Dale?" "No!" I squeak a little too loudly. "I'm going on a date..." I hear a squeal from her end in return and sigh, that was the wrong answer... "Who is it? Is it Dale?" she asks excited. "No it's someone from work," I say, getting a long ooh from her.. "Is he nice?" "No stupid," I start with a laugh, slipping out of my blouse... then realise I really should have closed the curtains.. "Oooh.. is he nasty then?" she says, and I know she's enjoying this.. "He is not a he, he's a she! How many times Amy?" I sigh, stretching out to pull the curtain closed. "Riiight... so.. is she nasty then?" she asks, giggling. I pause holding the curtain in one hand and the phone in the other... god's that's a tricky question... one which I can't answer, "No she's nice.." "Why the pause Angela?" Amy presses. "She's a bit.. well... commanding," I say, looking down at the street, and realising I'm looking down at a teenage boy looking up and grinning... I quickly close the curtain. "Commanding? Oh... you like the dominant type don't cha?" Oh gods yes... but I can't say that. "Yeah.. well.. you know me..." "Sure I do, and thinking on it.. I detect a pattern. Hmm.. I need to tell Dale," She giggles as I gasp. "Don't you dare!" I squeak "Sure I dare," she says with a grin, "I'll tell him to wear something dark and in leather... and I'll tell him where he's been going wrong. Treat her mean I'll say..." "He'll look damn stupid playing tennis in leather," I retort, glad that she can't see how much I'm blushing. "The black leather is for later silly." She giggles. "For when he ties you up and puts a gag between your pretty pink lips, and slowly fucks you..." "Oh god..." I moan, hoping that Amy can't tell how aroused that thought suddenly makes me. "He told you?" She laughs, then says in a mock innocent tone, "I have no idea what you are talking about Angela. Dale hasn't told me anything." "Okay, he told Paul and Paul told you... dammitt.." I say embarrassed and a little upset.. "I thought he wouldn't.." "Oh gods Angela, lighten up a bit," Amy replies sensing my feelings might have been hurt she changes her tack, "He only told Paul that you'd chased off his ex by telling her about your imaginary sex life.. I just filled in the details..." "Oh.. still..." I say feeling at least a little mollified. "Aw c'mon Angela, he's only human, and even I, from my damn straight ivory tower, know you're hot as hell honey. You can't blame the guy for telling that story..." I'm really blushing now, and feeling a little horny, enough to tease her back, "Aren't you just the teensiest bit gay Amy? Please.. just for me?" She laughs, glad that the awkward moment is over. "Noo... not even for you, hot piece of ass though I'm assured you are... hmm hot ass, that's it!" "What's it?" I say nervously. "A hot ass, it's what you you need... I'll tell Dale you need a spanking!" I groan again, this time because my cock is trying to stiffen in its panty prison beneath my tight skirt. "Noo..." "Oh you like the sound of that don't you?" she says still teasing, "Right then.. I'll have word with him and see you tomorrow okay?" "I do not like the sound of that!" I say firmly, even though part of me likes the sound of that very much indeed. "Don't you dare tell him! I have a date! And sure.. I'll see you tomorrow." We say our goodbyes, and I glance at the clock.. time is getting tight again, though not as tight as my panties... It's a relief to step out of the skirt and heel's and strip so I'm naked, my semi rigid cock wobbling between my legs... Should I put a chastity on? If I'm going out in public with Mistress Thorne I might easily get hard and I don't want to get found out... but what would she think? Would she disapprove? Would she think I was locking her out? I mean do I want sex on a first date? O.. or would she demand the key? That last thought arouses me the most, even as it scares me, but I decide that's the way to go... I pick a belt chastity which tucks my cock back between my legs in it's shiny metal prison giving me a fully female silhouette... I lock it and clasp the key in my hand trembling at the thought of giving it to Mistress Thorne... But now I have to get dressed, really have to... tight black panties over the chastity, then a shimmering green merry-widow with black piping and lace. I don't want to embarrass myself too much tonight, so I keep the garter straps on the corset short and pull up the barely black stockings so as much of my leg as possible is covered... I'm reaching for my dress when the phone rings again, and I grab it and answer without thinking or checking who's calling.. "Hey Angela, how are you?" Oh shit, "Hi Dale, I'm okay, how are you?" "I'm great, it was nice to see you the other night, I hope it went well?" "Err.. it went okay..." I stammer, then change the subject, "You haven't been speaking to Amy just now have you?" "No," he says sounding a little confused. "Should I have?" "Err.. no, no that's quite all right," I reply, flushing slightly, idly caressing my neck with my free hand. "Really?" he asks, perhaps sensing my nerves. "So.. you still on for tomorrow?" "Of course, we need to confirm our dominance... over Amy and Paul tomorrow," I reply blushing at my own choice of words. "We will I'm sure, and what are you doing tonight?" he asks, and I can tell there's a hook to that question... "I.. I've got a date.." I say nervously.. I know he likes me and I.. don't want to hurt his feelings, but I have to tell him. "Oh.," He says and there's a pause, "Who is it?" "I.. I'd rather not say," I manage, feeling very nervous, and aware I don't know Mistress Thorne's first name... it's never seemed important until now... "It's not Winters is it?" he asks. "No! No it's not!" I say a little too firmly. "How dare you!" "I.. I'm sorry..." He says, sounding embarrassed, "Just after you know..." "Yeah I know. And Dale, I will tell you all about it, I promise, but not just yet," I say then pause collecting myself. "Look it's a girl from work okay? I.. I told you I was gay..." "I know," he says slowly. "I was hoping that was a tease.. or that you were maybe.. you know.." I flush, he knows there's something about him I find attractive, and it certainly isn't anything feminine. "Well.. I.. I thought I was only into girls, but.. I admit that some guys, well I kinda like them too.. but... I prefer girls you know... and I.. I don't want to lead you or anyone on..." "I know, and look, it's not like I have an issue with you being gay okay? My sister's gay too for the record. And... I know, you said when you met that you weren't interested in me.. but Angela?" "Yes?" I say awkwardly, feeling like a total cow. "You are one hell of a flirt, and one hell of a girl... if you ever do decide to come over to my side, please let me be the first to know okay?" "Sure Dale," I say with a grin. "I will..." From the tone of his voice it sounds like he's smiling, and again the awkward moment seems to be over. "And if not, I'll introduce you to my sister." "Yeah..." I say, realising that would create a whole new world of issues, especially if she's cute... "She's single too, although she might have a date tonight as well... say.." I can tell he's smiling now, "If neither of your date's work out, I will definitely have to introduce you..." "Sure Dale, but speaking of my date I really need to finish getting ready, I don't want to be late." "Okay Angela, and seriously, I hope you have a great time, and that she deserves you." "Thank you Dale, I'll let you know.. and I'm looking forwards to seeing you tomorrow," I say then add, "Oh and ignore Amy if she suggests anything to you regarding me okay?" "Sure!" he says with a laugh, and hangs up... Sheesh... I'm popular tonight! But also short on time.. good thing I've picked my dress. It's a tight green number with a low top that only just covers the cups of the corset, and only just covers the tabs on my suspenders. It's got sequins sewn into it so it shimmers and reflects the light.. it's very pretty... matching strappy heels are a must, and a pair of gloves that stretch over my elbows. Next my make up.. full date night make-up, though rather more restrained than my usual work slap.. shimmering crimson lips and dark eye-shadow makes me look a little exotic. Long dangling earrings and a black chocker are next, before I re-straighten my hair keeping it long straight and asymmetrical over one eye, a little like Mistress Thorne wears her shorter hair.. I slip a shiny bracelet over each wrist, then pose in front of the mirror... hmm... I look hot! And I'm short of time... I grab the chastity key and put it in my clutch purse then head downstairs. I was going to call a taxi, but I can't afford to wait till one arrives, I'm so close to being late... I grab a black throw and step outside, feeling the cooling evening air against my legs... I so love the ability to be out in the 'real world' dressed like this, even now. I lock the door and hurry to my car, and slide carefully into the seat.. at least I have plenty of practice in driving in heels... I set off carefully, and drive straight to Mistress Thorne's holiday let.. the roads are quiet, and I make good time.. such good time that I arrive outside her door with five minutes to spare... I step out of the care and straighten my outfit before walking up to the door and pressing the bell... I'm a tiny bit early, but that is sooo much better than being late.. I can hear high heeled footsteps approaching the door and blush nervously... a real date with a real dominant... I feel like I need to pee... The door opens, and I look up at Mistress Thorne. "Eyes down..." she commands and I lower my gaze to her boots. Shiny black patent boots, with a pointed toe and sharp 4" stiletto heel.. not as high as the ones I normally wear, but.. I blush as I can see them reach up to her the curves of her thighs. "Come on in bitch," she says stepping out of the way and enter carefully stepping up into the porch and walking past her, squeaking slightly as she pats my rear and adds, "Go into the living room an kneel on the carpet facing the couch..." I shudder slightly, this was not what I was expecting... this was supposed to be a 'normal' date. I step onto the soft carpet, and kneel, knees together facing the empty couch, though I keep my head lowered. "You are early.. and until 8 o'clock you are still a sissy bitch to me, understood?" she says walking past me and lowering herself onto the couch before me. "And I want that sissy bitch to kiss my boots..." "At once Mistress Thorne," I say, leaning forwards to press my lips against the boot.. to kiss it.. to lick it, then switch to the other... I can tell as I do this her boots are calf high over deep burgundy leggings, but I don't let my gaze rise any higher... "Now.. for the date, you will refer to me as Miss, or Mistress only. No need to be formal.. and it will be a date, though I will be in charge. I doubt either of use desires otherwise... however, tonight is a 'Cinderella night' tonight you will be my.. princess until midnight, and then you can either go home... or revert to being my sissy bitch, do you understand?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I say nervously, realising that that is the best I could hope for.. and that probably that's what I want. "No need to be formal any more Cinderella it's eight o'clock," she says with a grin, "And what is my date doing on the floor, shouldn't my lips get a kiss?" "O.. of course Miss," I reply looking up and seeing her smile down at me. Above the leggings is a broad black leather belt, and above that a dark red corset top with intricate black embroidery, it looks both hot and expensive.. above that is the pale skin of her neck, the wry smile on her red lips, then the dark red of her hair in it's asymmetrical bob.. and one strong blue eye looking down at me. "Well then?" she says still amused. "Don't just look at me Angel." "No Miss," I say carefully rising to my feet, "But.. you are worth looking at Miss." She grins and as I lean in to kiss her lips she slips her arms around me and pulls me against her. As one hand moves to caress my neck, mine slide around to her shoulders as my lips part to welcome her tongue in... and I swoon in her kiss. Between my legs my cock tries to stiffen and I'm both very glad, and very upset that I've locked it away. "Hmm... no cocky cock today?" she asks, pulling back. I flush and collect my clutch purse and pull out the key... holding it out in my gloved palm, I offer it to her. "I.. was going to offer it to you later but..." She grins as I blush again, "The same rule applies to this Angel, before midnight I'll give it back if you ask, after midnight... well... I'll do what the hell I want with it, understood?" "Yes Miss," I say proffering her the key again, which she plucks off my palm. "Well come on then, the taxi will be waiting... we'll have a nice meal and learn a bit about each other, okay?" she says, slipping on a black leather jacket. "Yes Miss," I say meekly, following her as she leads out the door. The evening air seems to have cooled since I went inside, thought I could just be more sensitive... and I shiver slightly as we make our way to the taxi... although it's more of a limo, sleek and black. Mistress Thorne opens the door for me, and I thank her and carefully slide in, avoiding flashing my panties for the attention of the driver. It's not the most demure outfit I'm wearing of course, but well... She shuts the door and walks around to get in and slide beside me. The driver set's off without a word and I wonder if it's actually a staff member, like Chanteuse? I do hope we're not going to 'The Hotel' again... Mistress Thorne half turns to me and rests her hand on my leg, just above the knee, her fingers gently stroking the inside of my thigh... well there goes my chance of keeping my composure.... "Well.. Angel, or is it Angela?" I nod at that remark and she smiles. "Let's sort out some ground rules for the night." "Yes Miss," I say turning to look at her and getting caught in the gaze from her very blue eye.. "I mean, let's face it, we know things about each other that are very unusual for a first date, don't we?" she says, her fingers working slightly further up my thigh, nearer the hem of my dress. I blush and nod, as she continues, "However, we don't know some very important things about each other... so I propose the following. No work talk, non at all..." I look a little worried, this is where she's supposed to help me deal with Miss Black. Seeing my concern she leans in and whispers in my ear, "That's not my date's problems, that's a silly sissy bitches problem, and I will deal with those later... right?" I nod and murmur yes, then feel her warm breath and soft lips as she kisses my ear. "Good girl. Now.. we will take it in turns, one question followed by one answer each... that sound good to you?" "Yes Miss," I reply, squirming slightly in my seat as her fingers wriggle a little under my skirt. "As if there was ever any doubt right Angela?" she says, her hand fully moving up my skirt and her fingers teasing my thigh, just above the top of my stocking. "You do seem to love obeying me..." "I.. I do Miss," I stammer, my cock struggling in it's prison. "Y.. you do seem to love controlling me..." That last comment is a bit of a risk, but it seems to amuse her, "Very true.. we could be a very good match..." She leans in again to kiss me, and I respond, even as I feel her fingers rubbing at my crotch, mercilessly teasing my trapped sex. "Oh and Angela? You can choose not to answer some of my questions.. they might be a little too personal," She say breaking the kiss and pulling back to look into my eyes. "Thank you Miss," I reply with a little gasp, "And the same for you of course Miss." She smiles. "Almost exactly, but I won't have to perform a forfeit if I decide not to answer..." I flush brighter, and my mouth opens a little, which, before I can reply, she takes as an invitation to kiss me again.. not that I'm complaining. "A.. a forfeit?" I manage as I come up for air briefly "Oh don't worry, nothing too unpleasant..." She grins at me, and laughs to which I respond nervously. Then her hand moves out from between my legs and slaps me on the knee, "And don't worry about it now, we're here." I've not even noticed the car pull up, or Miss Thorne's door open.. I watch her step outside and wait for a second, and sure enough she walks around to open my door and offer me her hand. Straightening my skirt I accept it, and she helps me out. I step carefully onto the pavement, my heels clacking on the hard surface. I shiver a little in the cool breeze, feeling it on my stockinged legs and up between my thighs. "Nervous Angela?" Mistress Thorne says putting her arm around my shoulders. I nod and she smiles. "There's no need. Not until midnight at least, now come on..." She gently, but firmly guides me forwards and I look up, it's the entrance to a posh restaurant on the beach front.. and my outfit doesn't even stand out. I'm sort of pleased and irritated about that... what does stand out is that we're two pretty redheads together as a couple.. and that gives us a lot of looks, jealous and appreciative as we walk in. We get more so as we bypass the queue and walk straight in, escorted by the maitre-de to an isolated booth with a clear view over the bay, and the beginnings of a sunset. "Nice place..." I say awkwardly trying to break into the awkward pause that I feel is building. "Isn't it?" she says with a smile, moving her arm from my shoulders gesturing for me to sit. "Now should I order for two, or would you like to choose?" "May I choose for myself Miss Thorne?" I ask nervously. "Of course you can Angela," she says with a knowing smile handing me the menu. "And how nice of you to remember to ask for permission." "Thank you Miss," I say blushing accepting the menu, and skimming through it. "You don't mind if I pick the wine though do you?" she says with another knowing grin. "Of course not Miss," I reply, squirming a little as the wine waiter comes over to take our order. She orders a bottle of red wine.. which is fine with me, and when the main waiter comes, I order sensibly, nothing flashy, nothing easy to spill.. that would be a horror... As soon as he's taken our order the wine waiter returns, allows Mistress Thorne to taste the wine, and then pours two glasses. As he walks away, Mistress Thorne leans back in her side of the booth, glass in hand. "Ready to begin our game now my sweet Angel?" "Y.. yes Miss Thorne," I reply nervously, well even more nervously than normal... "Very well then... and I'm sure you're expecting this but.. I want to know your 'back story'. I want to know how and why you became the delicious little bitch I see before me?" I flush at her calling me that in a public place, but at least there's no one near enough to hear, "A.. are you sure Miss?" "Of course I'm sure.. you don't need to go into too much detail, I don't plan to intrude on your privacy just yet, but.. I'm curious..." "Well..." I start then pause and nod, "I.. I guess I should share it with someone at least. I... it all started when I was a kid and..."