Slave to a Vampiress Part XVII
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Slave to a Vampiress Part XIV - Tulip reminisces about her third date
with her beloved Mistress. Mistress Zephyra and Tulip confess their true
feelings for each other.
"How does being back in your cage feel to you, I want you to be
absolutely honest?"
"It hurts mistress, and it's certainly uncomfortable, and it's hard to
explain but it feels kind of right to me."
"Good gurl, good gurl. Let's get you dressed in your pretty outfit,
princess."
My bra and panty set were inlaid with pink rhinestones that were
patterned to form a butterfly. The cups were the wings and the front
clasp was the body of the butterfly. On the panty the butterfly was on
the front and there were two on each cheek in the caboose. The matching
garter belt has a small inlaid butterfly on the front. My stockings were
pink fishnets. It was gorgeous. Mistress assisted me with putting them
on and then helped me slip on my baby doll dress. I almost swooned.
"You look gorgeous honey, here open this ."
"OMG more gifts!" I thought to myself at the time. I opened what did
look like a shoe box. It was high heel boots, with shaggy pink fur along
the shin, and then pink rhinestones along the instep of the boot. I
screamed through my pacifier. They were totally outrageous, and over the
top and I absolutely loved them. Mistress helped me put them on.
"Our roles are reversed tonight, soon you will dress me. Here this box
has some costume jewelry, pick some tacky bracelets, rings, and you have
to put those tacky clip on gold sparkly hoops, they are perfectly tragic.
Use that side room, with the mirror, so you can take a look at yourself.
You are in for a treat. But first, give me back your pretty panties. I am
going to hold them for a little bit, now assume the 'present' position,
hands behind your head, legs spread. Okay good."
Mistress attached a bells to my chastity cage.
"I want to hear you around the house. I want you to know with every step
you take, every movement, that you are belled and chastised." Mistress
shook my cage and the bells rung.
"Sweet music to my ears sissy, now go accessorize, make yourself even
more adorable for your mistress."
I scurried to the side bedroom, (which was really the maid's room, that
are now my chambers.) each movement, my bells rang. It was humiliating,
and I loved it. When I got to my future chamber/bedroom, I screamed when
I saw myself in the mirror. I had to wave at myself, to prove that it
was actually, really me. I struggled so hard with my tears. I was
sooooooo happy. I put on some trinkets and returned to my incredible
mistress. "I am ordering a delivery dinner. It's a surprise, but you
mentioned it was one of your favorite cuisines. Okay roll out the full
length mirror from the side bedroom and place at the end of the hallway.
You are going to practice your walk to the end of the hallway, come back
and then circle the couch, while I am ordering our dinner. I will
critique your walk. I want you hands flared out by your hips and swing
your hips. I want small steps, turn your feet slightly inward and make
your step itself narrow."
Mistress placed a dictionary on my head, and removed my pacifier and
placed her riding crop in my mouth. I practiced my walk. The heavy book
fell constantly, and mistress would yell out "pick it up you clumsy,
stupid grrl, and come back here for correction."
I would scurry back. Mistress would snatch the crop from my mouth. "Turn
around and bend over, hands to ankles." She would give me a blow right
across my thighs. I was so sensitive there, even one single whipping
hurt like hell. I howled, and would say as I had been instructed, "sorry
mistress, I will do better." Sometimes, I couldn't make it more than a
few steps, before the book would fall again and I returned to mistress
for correction. Finally and painfully, I began to balance the book
better. I walked heel to toe and made it down the hallway, as I observed
my stride in the mirror, and followed her instructions. My hips swayed,
and my hands stayed at my side. I returned for my first complete lap.
Mistress did applaud me as I rounded the couch. "Perfect posture sissy,
good girls have perfect posture."
I continued to practice my walk, Mistress made several comments as she
ordered our dinner from her tablet. "Sissy that walk bitch! Less arm
movement. Heel to toe!" Finally I got comments such as "better" and
"work it gurl." I lost count of my laps, but practice makes perfect and
I so wanted to please my mistress. So badly I wanted her approval.
"Okay, put the mirror away and come back, I have a job for you. You can
put the book down, but pretend it's still on your ahead of course. " I
scurried away as I practiced my sissy walk. My bells rung with each
movement. It was so embarrassing, and I loved it. I returned to
mistress and curtsied. Mistress smiled.
"Acceptable curtsy, acceptable walk. Good gurl, good gurls get
panties." She handed my panties back. I stepped into them and pulled
them up. They felt so soft and pretty. I swore to myself, I would never
ever wear ugly male briefs again. She pointed to the floor. I of
course, dropped to the floor.
"I'll miss hearing your special music, but I need you to pick up the food
and give the delivery person a tip." She paused and looked at me. I
was thinking of the 'tip' I was required to give master Todd. "Not that
kind of a tip, you are such a slut." Mistress gives me a bracing slap
across my cheek.
"Yes, mistress." I gasped as my hand flew to my sting face.
"Know that I hit you because I can." I must have looked really upset.
"Oh stop pouting. That was barely a love slap, if I was really angry ,
you'd be on the floor, trust me."
"Stand up." Mistress hugged me. "I will hit you, slap you, bully you,
spank you, whip you at any time for any reason. You are my slave. But
know, I do it because I care. If I didn't care, you wouldn't be here,
understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Back on you knees, bitch."
As I dropped to the floor, mistress instantly, slapped my other cheek,
with her other hand. "Now they match, your cheeks are equally rosy.
Understand I could slap you all night if I wanted you to, and you will
submit to it. I own you. Okay, back to your chore, the tip is in cash,
silly, but if I ordered you to suck his cock, you would suck it, without
any hesitation, or if it was a delivery girl, lick her pussy, but we're
not doing the 'fuck the pizza boy' fantasy tonight. So come with me, let
me find you a wig. Once your hair is long enough, we'll get styled of
course, until then it's wigs for you in public and otherwise dolled up.
Wigs are fun though. We returned to the 'side bedroom' where I was
instructed to kneel as several wigs were tried by mistress. She had a
huge collection. I wanted to try the pink one, but it's just too much of
a theme. This blue works, it has bangs, and bangs really work with you.
The wig was shoulder length and curled at the tips. "Go look at yourself
in the mirror. I smiled at my new hair. I wanted to will my real hair
to grow, so it could be styled. I also noticed the red marks on my
cheeks from my surprise slaps. They did look like rouge. Mistress has
been spanking and whipping me, why had I freaked out from a slap to the
face? I decided that I was a bad sissy. It was just a love tap, after
all. I fell to my knees and crawled back to my mistress. I kissed
mistress's hands. "I am so sorry I overreacted to your slaps. I was a
bad sissy, I understand that they were just love taps. I am proud to
wear them as marks of your affection."
"Good gurl. You were taken by surprise, that's all. Like I said, when I
am really pissed you will know. That I can promise. Do you like your
wig."
'I love it."
"Here's your cash for the delivery guy." She hands me a pink Prada
leather wallet. "It's in your new wallet, which goes in your new purse."
She smiled at me. "I am very rich, you know that, I want to spoil you."
I nodded "you are just so generous, I want to be worthy of your gifts and
and your affection."
"You are. Just accept it."
She kissed my forehead, very gently. "Okay, get the fucking dinner, he's
almost here. Oh the lock to your chastity, is also a fob that will let
you through the private entrance on the street level and let you ride the
elevator. So you can't lose it my darling, and you keep your hands
free."
My head was spinning, limited access to this fabulous apartment, that
level of trust from my mistress. I curtsied and then scurried to the
front door, and into the entrance foyer to take the private elevator to
the private street level lobby. My outfit and makeup is sooooo over the
top. I don't think I will pass as female, but I so wanted to pass.
Mistress had buzzed the delivery person into the lobby, I can see him on
the security video screen in the elevator, he was young, and Middle
Eastern. Kind of hot. He looked bored. The elevator door opened and
his eyes got big, really big, taking in my ruffled pink dress, fishnet
stockings, and furry boots, but he simply smiled. He was a recent
immigrant. He's probably thought those crazy Americans. He asked me
respectfully if I could sign the credit card receipt. It's from a
Japanese sushi restaurant. Mistress has bought almost three hundred
dollars of sushi! I signed the receipt with a Z, but I almost dropped
the pen, because of my long nails. I also struggled with the clasp of my
purse and the tricky double catch of my Prada wallet. I handed him a
fifty dollar bill. It was a big tip for this young man, he's said thank
you several times. I took the bag and waited for him to exit the lobby,
then I headed back up. Mission accomplished. Mistress let me back in to
her fabulous pad.
"You get to be the maid and set up the table, I'll show where the dishes
are in the kitchen." She chatted with me as I happily arranged the
table. Her dishes were ornate china. "I remember you saying you liked
sushi, and sushi is one of the few cuisine I really enjoy." (Mistress,
of course, doesn't need to eat, since she is on the all blood diet, but
she does enjoy a good drink, a good smoke, and some raw foods. Mistress
later admitted that she ate the meal with me, since she had barely eaten
in front of me and she had been worried that I would jump to a
conclusion that she was anorexic.). "I am a notorious sushi fiend
,mistress and I've barely eaten today." I arranged an assortment of the
sushi on a wooden block along with the pickled ginger, tamari soy sauce
and the wasabi.
"Turn around, cross your wrists." Mistress handcuffs me from behind.
"Sit at the table. I am going to hand feed my new pet." Mistress used
her chopsticks and fed me, a tuna roll, after dunking it in the soy sauce
with the other accompaniments. It was superb. Mistress also started
serving me shots of saki. Very quickly I became a little tipsy. We
began to get a little silly. Mistress starting tossing the sushi in the
air and I would catch them in my mouth. (Vampires have incredible eye
hand coordination. Never play a game of darts or billiards with a vamp,
you don't have a chance. Mistress could have tossed the sushi from
twenty feet away and never missed my open mouth.) We talked about the
art scene, our opinion regarding various art museum directors, so called
art critics, and of course who was fucking who in the art world.
Mistress switched the conversation to me. She flat out asked me if I
wanted to be a women. "I have had thoughts about it, of course, if you
don't feel like a man, and I never did, then you want to be the other
gender right? And you are so right, I want to 'pass' in public, but do I
want to ahem, have my shenis filleted and then surgically grafted into a
vagina? I don't think I do. I want that third choice, the neither or,
to be that third gender you've told me about, a sissy, your sissy. I
want to wear pretty clothes and be submissive and feminine
and.......serve you.......I want to in the worst way. Where it ends, or
perhaps better put, where my transformation's concludes, that's up to
you, my mistress. I'll do anything to make you happy."
Mistress starts crying, a little bit. "I may be the dominatrix here, but
I have woman's heart inside. It's been hardened by the years, but you
broken in there and found a home here." Mistress grabs her chest. "Look
at us both crying when we should be happy, happy that we found each
other," says mistress. I, of course, being the big crybaby I had become
since meeting mistress, was crying as well.
"I'll say it mistress, we've just met, but I think, I think.... I love
you."
"I fucking know it. I love you."
"I love you too." Mistress practically leapt over the table, as I stood
up. We kissed. A long and very passionate kiss as we both cried.
"Oh thank the goddess you said something Tulip, I've wanted to scream to
the world "I love Tulip!" and now I can. I know it seems so stupid, so
crazy, we have just met, but the heart feels what it feels."
"I love you Mistress Zephyra Drusus, I love you, I love you, I love you.
A million times, I love you."
"Shut up and kiss me!"
We kissed for several more minutes. We paused. "Well......" said
Mistress.
"Well...." I said.
"Well thank the Goddess we get this out of the way."
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