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At the club she leads me in straight past the bouncers, and I know all
eyes are on us. Especially when she grabs my arse and squeezes, pulling
up the skirt a little to expose my stocking tops. I know they're exposed
as I can feel the evening breeze on them.
Looking around she spots a couple of bar stools, and directs me towards
them. "Take a seat Angel, I'll get us some drinks."
"Yes Mistress," I reply, walking over, swinging my hips. The stool is a
little high, and I can't get on without flashing my stocking tops again,
and.. sitting there exposes them a little too... I'm busy trying to sort
out my skirt to cover them when I see a shadow fall over me.
"Hi Miss, are you okay?"
I look up to see a man, holding a bottle of beer and looking at me..
appreciatively.
"I.. I'm fine thank you," I reply looking up at him nervously.
"I'm Eric, what's your name?" he asks making a move to sit on the empty
stool.
"I'm Angela.. and I'm sorry that seat is taken," I say smiling at him
nervously. "My Mi.. my girlfriend is sitting there."
"I'm sure she won't mind if I warm her seat for her," He says sitting on
it with another confident smile. "I don't think I've seen you here
before..."
"N.. no it's my first time.. I.. I don't go out much."
He smiles and gives a laugh like I've said something funny. "That's a
relief, I was worried I'd somehow missed a girl as pretty as you."
I flush and lower my gaze, embarrassed, then look up at him. "Thanks,
but.. I'm not that special."
"Sure you are," He says, moving his hand to rest on mine and giving it a
quick squeeze. "You're the prettiest girl here."
"R.. really I'm not," I stammer, which is perfectly true, and painfully
aware my nerves seem to give him the impression I'm flirting back.
"Oh don't be modest," He says his hand moving to my knee. "You're really
special."
More so than he realises... I need to end this, but my mouth dries up
and all I can do is look at his hand, massaging my knee, slowly moving
up my thigh. "Sir I..."
Mistress Thorne returns with a knowing smile, saving me. "Ah here you go
my angel," She says passing me a drink then leaning in to kiss me on the
lips. "Who's your new friend?"
"T.. this is Eric," I stammer as she pulls away and looks at him.
"Hello Eric," Mistress Thorne says looking at him. "I'm sorry I must
apologise for my girlfriend, she's a terrible flirt. I do hope she
hasn't been leading you on?"
He pulls his hand of my leg. "Well no. .not really, we'd only just
started talking."
"Oh good, I swear one day she's going to get herself into trouble. She's
such a flirt, aren't you Angel?" I blush and nod, unable to think of how
to respond. "Oh don't play shy you little tease.. honestly one of these
days I'm going to make you go through with one of your little games."
"Please.. no..." I gasp, my voice breathy with nerves. Being saved by
Mistress Thorne isn't as relaxing as I'd hoped.
"No?" She turns to Eric. "See what I'm up against? Honestly if she
wasn't so talented with that lying little mouth of hers..."
Eric turns to focus on me, on my ruby lips, though my cheeks are so red
I swear they're matching, I look to Mistress Thorne pleadingly, and she
grins
"Oh how can you resist those puppy dog eyes?" she says turning to Eric.
"I'm sorry honey, but I need my seat now... and whilst Angel may be a
bisexual little tease, I'm only interested in you if you're wearing a
dress..."
Eric blushes and slides off the seat. "Nice to meet you both anyway."
He gets off and Mistress Thorne replaces him. "Really Angel, I can't
leave you for two minutes. And you were giving him such a come on..."
"I was not!" I hiss back still embarrassed.
"Oh come now, all that blushing, looking away then back at him... I can
tell I really am going to have to watch you. Now.. take a sip and then
we're going to dance.. just you and me," She smiles. "I have a good
feeling a slow song is going to come up..."
"Y.. yes Mistress..." I say, taking a nervous drink, then extending my
gloved hand for her to take...
She grasps it firmly and almost pulls me off me seat as she heads to the
dance floor, me stumbling along behind, skirt riding up to expose my
stocking tops and suspenders... Of course I desperately try and pull it
down with my free hand as I go, but it's a futile challenge. In the
middle of the floor we stop, and she releases my hand. Looking up at her
reproachfully I tug it down...
"My dear sweet Angel, do you honestly think you can keep a dress that
short modest on the dance floor?" She says grinning at me.
"I'm gonna try at least Mistress," I reply, straightening carefully.
She laughs and grabs my hand and we dance to the current track, it's
kinda pop-rock and I do my best, I'm not the most musical of people and
it shows. Mistress sways her hips like a serpent.. oh I would be so hard
if not for this damn belt! I.. I swear there's a damp patch forming
there... can a chastised cock leak?
The slow song duly starts, and I'm sure Mistress requested it, and half
the dance floor clears, and Mistress pulls me into a tight embrace, her
hands around my waist. I respond by raising mine and linking them behind
her neck, and we start to dance, bodies pressed close. I gasp softly as
her hand movers to squeeze my arse, and tug my dress up at the back a
little.
"Meanie.." I gasp then groan as she presses one leg firmly between mine,
rubbing it slowly against my crotch. If it wasn't locked up I'd be
cumming by now... and she knows it.
"Who me?" She asks innocently, which makes me giggle, and her hold me
tighter.
"Yes.. you..." I reply, looking at her lower lip trembling, green eyes
wide. "You're so mean to me I could..."
My voice trails off and laughs gently. "Fall at my feet and worship me?"
I squirm, flushing ever brighter. "P.. probably... p.. please don't make
me? Not here..."
"I wouldn't make you, well not here..." she chuckles. "But I might ask
nicely..."
"Oh..." I moan, amusing her even more...
The song finishes with our bodies tight together, I can feel I'm
starting to sweat.. she seems cool still. Mistress starts to lead me off
the dance floor when the next song comes on.. but..
"Oh I love this song! Please dance with me!" I squeal, pleading with
her.
She nods reluctantly and I start to dance in front of her.. more for her
than with her, shaking my chest, then turning around to press my arse
against her, and rub it against her crotch... she grabs me from behind,
one of my breasts in each hand and gives them a firm squeeze.. I squeal
again, and turn around.. and finally she gets into the dance with me...
and we stay on the dance floor for the next song and the next. Finally,
I let her lead me from the dance floor, blushing furiously as she points
out how much my skirt has ridden up. We chat for a little.. I'm really
enjoying this, really relaxed.. when she looks at her watch, and takes
my hand and leads me outside.
"Why did you...." I ask but the question dies on my lips as she looks
sternly at me.
"Don't get me wrong Angel, I've really enjoyed our evening together, and
maybe, another time we could dance for longer, but now.. it's five
minutes to midnight, and Cinderella has to make her choice," I nod
realising the time, a wave of emotions rushing through me, as Mistress
Thorne holds out a key, my chastity key, dangling from a key chain
linked to a pen drive. "Does she take the pen drive with all the
information she needs to win her bet with Black, and take a taxi home
after a hopefully enjoyable date? Or does she choose to remain with me
until the clock strikes twelve and she turns back into a helpless and
horny sissy?"
"I.. if I leave, w.. will you still be interested in me Mistress?" I ask
nervously, shivering in the cold air.
She looks at me thoughtfully, then nods. "Y.. yes.. originally I was
thinking it was an all or nothing deal, but I think I'd allow it this
time..."
"Good," I say with an embarrassed grin and step towards her, reaching
out for the key, gauging her expression, detecting some disappointment.
"I'm so happy to know I have the choice, thank you."
She starts to place the key in my hand and I giggle shaking my head,
slowly closing her fingers around it, my eyes fixed on hers. As I slowly
kneel keeping my gazed fixed on her, I add. "But was there really any
doubt Mistress Thorne?"
"Yes there was you little tease..." She says softly. "And get up off the
pavement, you'll ladder your stockings."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, rising to my full height once again.
"Come with me, we have a limo waiting... hmm.. and one minute to go,"
She smiles as she sets off towards it. "Oh and Angel?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne?" I say meekly,
"You are going to pay for teasing me like that.." she says walking away
swinging her hips, and swinging my chastity key from her finger...
As she gets to the limo she opens the door, looking at her watch again,
I hurry a little and start to get in, then hear a little beep as the
hour sounds on Mistress Thorne's watch.. I half turn to speak and she
shoves me, so I fall sprawling into the car.
"Panties off bitch!" She orders, then as I start to reply she adds. "Not
one word unless I order it,"
I nod and squirm on the seat to hitch my dress up and slowly ease off my
black and dark green panties, aware there's a wet patch on them... I
hold them up, near my mouth expecting that order, but wait for her
attention.
Mistress has unfastened her leggings and pulled them down a bit, showing
the pale cream skin of her hips and upper thighs.. and the dark red
bikini panties covering her crotch. She tugs at the ties that sit on her
hips, unfastening them, and holds them out to me. "Open wide slut..."
Of course I obey, and let her carefully stuff them inside my mouth, then
groan. The taste of her is so strong, they're still warm and very very
moist... I'm almost overcome.
"Yes.. you did please me sissy," she says pulling her leggings back up.
"So much so that I think I'll forgive that little groan. Now.. use your
panties to bind your arms in front of you.. and it's your responsibility
to make sure they don't fall off..."
I nod and loop them around my wrists a couple of times, I'm not really
tied, I could take them off easily... but... in a way I'm helpless
again...
"Don't shut your mouth slut, I want to be able to see my panties are
being looked after in their new container... hmm... that could be your
new job bitch. I could use somewhere to store my dirty panties before I
was them." She grins. "I'll have some chains installed in my office to
hold you there..."
I blush, this is just too embarrassing, and I can't help but look away..
then squeal as she slaps my face. "Don't you dare look away from me
bitch! And don't you like the thought of your new role?"
I nervously shake my head, little more than a tiny turn first to the
left and then to the right.
"And do you really think that makes a difference?" She says... and I
flush and shake my head again. "Exactly, it's what I want that matters
isn't it bitch?"
I nod nervously and she frowns. "That wasn't very convincing, now was
it?"
I shake my head, and she nods, and slaps my face, making my eyes water.
"So.. lets try again. It's what I want that matters isn't it bitch?"
I nod vigorously this time, my hair falling over my face, to her
amusement. "And it's your job to obey me right bitch?"
I nod vigorously again and she smiles. "Better.. much better. Now.. oh..
we're here. Get out and kneel bitch."
Awkwardly with my hands bound my my panties I reach out and pull the
lever on the door... it swings open easily, catching me off balance, and
I nearly fall out. However I manage to balance and ease myself out,
immediately dropping to a kneeling position. After the heat of the car
and my own arousal it's cold out here, and the damp seeps through the
knee's of my stockings.
I keep my head down as I hear her get out and speak to the limo driver,
examining the floor, praying no one is watching. This is the real world!
She has neighbours... I just hope they all go to bed early, and no one
is looking from their windows.
The engine of the limo starts and it pulls away, the back wheel driving
through a puddle which splashes up across me making me squeal. I hear
footsteps and Mistress Thorne's boot appears in my vision. "Oh my... he
splashed you, and I do so hate the smell of wet dog..."
I hear her sigh, and her boot shifts, I presume she's looking around.
"Are you worried about someone seeing you like this bitch?" I nod, and
she laughs. "Oh don't worry it's not so bad at the moment... it looks
like your maybe looking for a contact lens or something, I mean no one
could see that your mouth was full of your Mistress's panties now could
they?"
I nod again, shivering slightly, desperately hoping she'll let me up and
into the house.
"Now.. look up at me bitch," she says and I comply, looking at her
confident form standing above me. "This will make it obvious just what
you are."
My eyes widen at the collar she has produced, from her jacket pocket I
presume, and I try not to flinch as she leans down to fasten it around
my neck. "So much better.. and of course a naughty bitch needs a
leash...."
More humiliation as she clips one onto the collar, and gives it a little
tug, making me gasp. "Now come along and follow me..."
I make as if to rise and she frowns. "No bitch... no walking for you.
Hmm... and with those hands bound no crawling either... I do hope you
figure something out or I might have to leave you here."
And with that she starts to walk towards her door... I plant my bound
hands before me and shuffle my legs behind, ruining my stockings in the
process. It's not fast enough and she's tugging at my leash again. I
rise up onto my feet, and though it's awkward in my shoes, try to bunny
hop after her. It's an utterly humiliating form of travel, and my dress
has ridden up over my arse, but I manage to keep up an acceptable pace
for her.
My thighs are killing when we reach the door, and she pauses. "Does my
bitch need to do her business? I don't want to end up with a damp patch
on the carpet..."
Thinking of peeing at a time like this? I shake my head and she nods.
"Just remember bitch you're not allowed on the furniture unless I permit
it, and that includes the toilet."
I nod, and then sigh with relief as we finally enter the house. Hopping
in then letting her squeeze past me to shut and lock the door.
"Panties off bitch, both pairs... and you may walk for now," She says,
dropping the leash and taking of her jacket.
I eagerly comply, unwrapping my wrists and emptying my mouth of the
sodden mess of her panties. I'm a little freaked out at what's just
happened, and as I rise to my feet I can see the damage to my stockings
and feel the strain in my thighs from the bunny hops.
"Take of your dress, and then get me a glass of wine," Mistress Thorne
says walking over and sitting on the couch. "Don't bother getting
anything for yourself."
I curtsy and reach round and carefully unzip my dress, letting it fall
to the floor and them stepping out. I carefully fold it and place it
neatly on the floor. It looks okay.. I'd hate to have damaged it. Next
it's to the kitchen... in my corset, stockings, heels and gloves, and of
course the shiny steel chastity belt on display. I know where the
glasses are from last visit, and there's an open bottle of wine waiting.
I pour her a large glass.. and get a silver server I see nearby to carry
it on.
Right, I'm a trained sissy-maid and she knows it... I keep upright and
do my best maid walk to her before holding out the server and lowering
my gaze just as I've been trained.
"Very well done sissy," she says taking the glass. "But I do think it
looses something without the uniform. Maybe next time... hmm... now look
at me..."
I raise my gaze to watch her slowly tip up the wine glass and lean back,
pouring some of the red liquid so it pools in the hollows of her neck
and starts to run towards her cleavage. "Oh dear.. how clumsy of me.
Lick it off bitch."
I lean in and start to lap up the dribbles which are running towards her
top, licking them, tasting the wine and her soft skin, before working my
way up to her neck... kissing and licking. She's still sipping the wine
as I do so... obviously enjoying herself.
"It is so nice to relax after an evening out don't you think?" she says.
"But now I think it's time to do a little more. There's a small suitcase
in the bedroom go get it. Oh and if you have some spare stockings
replace those damaged ones."
I nod again pulling back off her, and scurrying to obey, of course I
have spare stockings... several pairs. What kind of a sissy would I be
if I didn't? It feels good to have a fresh pair on, and I do make sure
they're on perfectly, before slipping back into my stilettos and
buckling them up.
The case is quite heavy, and I wonder what's in it.. though I suspect
it's something kinky. As I walk out the room, I catch a view of myself
in her full length mirror and pause. Damn I look hot... though I take
the opportunity to tidy my hair up a little, and to softly caress my
stockinged legs. Oh I do love looking like this...
But I'm taking so much time! I'm going to be late! I pick up the
suitcase and hurry out of the door and in front of Mistress Thorne.
"Took your time didn't you bitch? Did my horny little slut find a
mirror?" She says and I nod meekly. "Hah... I knew it! In some ways you
are so predictable my little whore. Now turn around and put your hands
behind your back. Oh and you can speak now, but only to answer me."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply turning my back to her and clasping my
hands behind my back.
I feel nervous as I hear her unzip the case, and pick up something out
of it that jingles slightly. "Arms straight bitch," She commands then I
feel something pulled up over my hands and drawn up over my arms... a
mono glove I guess.
I'm soon proved right as it is tugged all the way up my arms and heavy
straps are run over my shoulders and across my chest before being
buckled tight. She then tugs and buckles more straps, forcing my arms
closer together, it gets uncomfortable, but she stops before it's
actively painful.
"Hmm... not bad, but I think you need more training. I want a sissy
who's elbows can touch behind them. Willing to be trained my whore?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply and she laughs.
"Of course you are..." she says leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"Because you're my obedient sissy bitch cunt aren't you?"
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply then yelp as she slaps my exposed
arse.
"It's a shame this isn't my real house, we could really make use of the
anchor points I have installed there," she says, as there's more
jangling from the case.
This time it's a harness that goes over my head, to be strapped tight
behind it. I can feel a loose strap under my chin and unattached buckles
at either side of my head.. places for a gag or blindfold to be attached
I suppose.
"Oh my.. quite the slut we have here now," she says. "And every good
slut needs something in her pussy."
Suddenly something hard is pressed into my rosebud, currently framed by
my chastity.. I groan as a vibrating butt plug is shoved deep inside,
filling me. "What do you say bitch?"
"T.. thank you Mistress Thorne," I reply shuddering with the added
stimulus.
"Better," She replies. "Now turn around and follow me."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I say turning to follow her, watching her arse
sway before me.
She leads me into an unused bedroom and slides out the panel for the
full length fitted wardrobe.
"Yes.. this should do. Legs together bitch."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, nervously stumbling as I press my legs
together,
"And stop looking around like a normal person. A fuck toy like you
should have it's gaze lowered should it not?"
"Y.. Yes it should Mistress Thorne," I reply, tilting my head downwards.
I see her kneel before me and strap cuffs around my ankles, and around
my knees.
"Kneel bitch!" she orders, and my knees automatically sag, though I do
my best to carefully lower myself to the ground. "Hmm... slovenly, badly
trained bitch aren't you?"
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I whimper, wondering just what her game is
this time, then feeling her reach behind me...
My mono-glove is pulled downwards and there's a click as she attaches it
to my ankle cuffs.. my back is arched uncomfortably against the boning
of my corset, pushing my breasts forwards and upwards.
"Perfect" She says and returns to standing before me, so my downward
gaze can only see her boots and leggings. "Now, a blindfold for the
bitch."
A piece of leather is buckled into one side of the harness then pressed
against my eyes and buckled at the other side, blocking my sight
completely. The scent of the leather of the blindfold is strong until
something stronger is pushed into my face.. Mistress Thorne's pussy.
"Well then bitch? What are you waiting for?" she says, and I feel one
hand move to grab my hair, pushing my face into her pussy...
I start to lick, to suck to nibble, pleasuring her as best I can, my
senses once more overwhelmed by her scent, the only distractions being
the pain in my pulled hair and the discomfort of the rest of my body.
I.. I guess this evenings been stimulating for her, because I'm soon
rewarded by the feel and sound of her orgasm.
"Hmm.." she says dismissively afterwards. "Bored now."
I wonder what she's getting at, then I feel something hard pressed
between my lips.. and into my mouth. Eugh.. a penis gag! And quite a
large one.. and she's buckling it to keep it in.
"Goodnight slut," she says, and I can hear her step away. "Enjoy your
vibe, I'm going to find another toy to play with."
I moan into the gag as I hear the door shut, overwhelmed by a deep sense
of disappointment... w.. was that it? I.. Is that all she wanted from
me? I.. I hear something.. the buzz of a vibrator? From the other
room... oh... that's... I almost cry feeling abandoned, feeling
downgraded to below a battery powered toy...
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