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Slave to a Vampiress Part XV - Tulip reminisces about her third date with
her beloved Mistress. Tulip continues to break through boundaries and
goes out dressed as a woman for dessert with xer beloved mistress.
"Well thank the Goddess we got this out of the way."
"I am sooooo relieved you felt the same way about me, I feel like a huge
weight has lifted off me."
"Still hungry, we barely started dinner."
"Yes mistress, I am." We returned to the table and mistress resumed
feeding me. "When did you first begin to wear women's clothing, my
love?"
"My mother died when I was young, I really don't remember her. A few
months later, dad had married the bitch, already preggars with my half-
sister. My step-mother, Amanda, not the warmest with the 'leftover'
offspring. She would say that to me, that I was a 'leftover', when my
dad wasn't around. Anyhow, some of mom's stuff was packed away upstairs
in the attic, including her wedding dress. I started to sneak up there
and put it on, somehow it made me feel closer to my mommy. Of course,
one day, all of her stuff, her lovely dresses were thrown away by the
bitch, that was soul crushing. I loved putting on her things, I felt so
pretty, and even though I was just a kid, I was aroused . I just didn't
know what those feelings meant."
"How many more children did your Father have?" "
Well with Amanda, three girls total; Mary, Victoria, and 'why can't you
give me a boy!' Just kidding, Karen. Who I am sure may be boy by now,
we don't keep up, but Karen was so butch, she was a total dyke, and may
be Kyle by now. Of course, then with his second family, the one he tried
to hide from us, three more. Another boy, Brad, and two more girls,
Sally, and Serenity. Brad was about my age, and they all went to school
the next town over. I met Brad a little bit through sports. He's just
as big a queer as I was, probably more blatant. Sorry Dad, you're boys
wanted to be girls or were big gurls."
"So did you and Brad?"
"Oh ick, mistress, nooooo. When we met, Dad had been caught, so I knew
that Brad was my half-sibling."
"Did you fantasize about it?"
"Uhm, yes. I mean a little bit."
Mistress just smiled at me as she fed me more sushi. "So mistress where
is the mysterious Zephyra from? Do you have any siblings?"
"Oh slave, this isn't a two way street. You tell me everything and I
disclose absolutely nothing, just what I choose to do so.....I am of
Greek descent but believe it or not I was born in Turkey. I am from a
big family, and I was the eldest daughter. So back to you, my dear, with
whom did you first cross dress with? That Molly person you were later
turning tricks with in the truck stops."
"Greek, lucky me." I gave mistress my most seductive look.
"Ha! That anal sex and the Greeks was a myth, just a constant put down of
the Greeks in Roman plays. My love of anal sex isn't because I am Greek,
I enjoy fucking lady boi's in their bussies for other reasons."
"I just love the Greeks." I said in my most silly tone.
"Stop ducking the question, girly dress up time is the question before
you."
"Yeah it was Molly my next door neighbor. We would play together as
young children, and play house and doctor. Very quickly, Molly had me
trying on her clothes, so we could be sisters. I loved it. She had the
cutest dresses, and they fit on me."
"I bet you looked darling."
"I'd like to think so. We would pretend that we were going to Royal Ball
and the handsome Princes would dance with us both. So you know typical
'guy stuff'. We would play with her dollies, as well. My boy clothes
seemed so ugly and boring when I put them on, and went home."
"Did you have a favorite dress?"
"Of course. It was off-white with purple violet floral print with Puff
Sleeves and a Ruffled Hem. So cute."
Mistress leans over and kisses me. "No more 'playing dress up' for you,
princess. No more going 'home' in your ugly boy clothes, I mean
eventually. But Soon, my beloved fairy, you can be the pretty princess
every day."
I responded by bursting out in tears, again. "I'm sorry mistress, I
just can't seem to keep it together. I am just so emotional."
"You talked about your childhood that didn't seem the happiest, I
understand. Also, as a sissy you should cry frequently, it is good f or
your mental health as the weakest sex, you need the emotional release."
Mistress leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Want anymore?"
"I am pretty full, it was delicious, you've got a ton of leftovers."
"We'll have some tomorrow tonight, for dinner, when you come back from
your job, dear."
"I would like that very much mistress, to be with you and serve you.
There is no other place I'd rather be."
Mistress was choked up. She was the one that had to simply nod while she
fought back tears.
"I'll put the sushi away. You go fix your make up, you silly crybaby,
we're going out for dessert and you need to be presentable, you are with
me, now."
"Yes mistress. I'm your trophy sissy."
Mistress guffawed at my joke as she unlocked my handcuffs. "Scoot, the
place I have in mind closes soonish." I curtsied and I scurried to the
side bedroom, and worked on my makeup. 'All this crying is giving me a
lot of practice with putting my face together.' I thought to myself.
After I fixed my face, I rushed back to my mistress.
"You can't wash the few dishes we have. Here put this on." Mistress
handed to me a full lengthy flowery apron with scalloped ruffles on the
edges. It was so cute. I eagerly put on the apron, and mistress tied
the apron strings behind me. I washed the dishes, while my mistress had
left to go fix her makeup. I felt so domesticated. Mistress returned to
the kitchen and I bobbed a curtsy and then finished washing the last few
dishes.
"No more slaving away in the kitchen for you baby, I'm taking my grrly
gurl out on the town."
"Dinner and a show?" I said jokingly.
"For washing a few dishes? Ha, you have to scrub several toilets for
that; and you burned the meatloaf, again!"
Mistress slaps my ass hard. "Sorry dear, I was spaced out on my Xanax."
Mistress laughed as she untied my apron strings and I hung up my apron.
We walked to the coat room and my red feathered stole, fake fur muff,
and matching Cossack hat we're waiting for me. I helped mistress into
her
leather trench coat.
"You are going to freeze in that stole, it doesn't cover enough of your
skimpy outfit."
"I don't mind mistress, My frozen corpse will be perfectly preserved."
"If only someone had thoughtfully purchased you a winter outfit."
"Mistress.....you...."
"It's hanging there, here's a fun rule, if it's pink, it's probably going
to be yours."
"Mistress, you are so good to me, I...I" I stammered. "Also you would
like fierce in pink, S&M issues asides."
"Oh I have some squirreled away. Just say thank you."
"Thank you mistress. Thank you so very much."
The coat was a full length pink shag fur coat with hoodie.
"I got you a pink muff to go with it. Sissies wear muffs, because they
are impractical and adorable."
I tried on my latest additions to my expanding wardrobe.
"How do I look?"
"Like a giant pink ostrich."
I laughed. "Every gurl's dream."
Mistress escorted me to the private elevator and we headed down together.
Once again that nervous feeling about being exposed to the public came
back.
Mistress picked up on my anxiety. "It's a short walk, at night, but it
is a place that's open to the general public. You'll pass. They might
think you are transgendered or just a woman who has androgynous features,
but just concentrate on your walk, and being fabulous. Remember that
mistress is here to take care of you and knows what is good for you."
"I know you do, and I will be obedient. I am very excited."
"Good." We exited out onto the busy Midtown Manhattan street, mistress
held my hand, tightly as walked down the street. I wasn't immediately
surrounded by a mob of New Yorkers all pointing at me chanting 'look at
that pathetic faggot in a dress, who is he trying to fool?' It's New
York. We got a few looks, because I did look a little bit like a pink
ostrich, but definitely a fabulous one, and mistress was of course,
looked absolutely killer in her leather trench, but there were several
other outfits even more outrageous than mine, sashaying down the street.
In other words, no biggie, for me.
We walked to a nearby boutique ice cream shop that specialized in soft
serve custard. It was filled with a young, slightly tipsy crowd, who
were looking for a treat after hitting the bars. A girl, dressed in
retro punker chic, next to us in line said she loved by pink fur and
rhinestone boots. I absolutely gushed. My first complement from a
generation Z'er. I smiled. My voice is naturally high and I've always
had a definite lisp from my giant tongue, and that dang lilt that seems
to scream, I'm from gay-vill or fag-opolis. I always sang tenor in
choir, and often counter-tenor with the female sopranos. I gave it a
shot. "Thank you, they were a gift, I love your beret."
She smiled. No reaction to my voice. She simply pointed my shoes out to
her girlfriends and her bored and somewhat sloshed boyfriend. Mistress
caught my eye and winked, she mouthed silently "passing."
Mistress ordered the cone for me without consulting, chocolate and made
sure it was covered in rainbow sprinkles. We sat at a table. She held
it out for me and I licked it. Not the usual way to eat ice cream, but I
enjoyed my treat with an extra side of 'kink'.
"I love seeing that gorgeous tongue of yours in action," whispered
mistress with a grin. "Lucky cone, I'm getting a little jealous.
Scratch that, I'm getting horny."
Mistress only took a few licks for herself. (Vamps, who rarely eat, are
all about the proteins. Very keto.)
I finished my treat, and thanked mistress. We walked back to the
apartment, but went through Bryant park. We kissed in front of the
Josephine Shaw Lowell fountain. I saw a few guys checking us out, two
lipstick lesbians, going at it. 'Sorry guys, no letters to Penthouse
ending for you you, at least tonight. The two hot girls are not picking
up a third,' I thought to myself.
Mistress guided us back to her private lobby. "See little one, the world
continued to rotate on its axis although a beautiful young non-sis-female
wore a pretty dress and got dessert."
"I should have started doing this years ago. I dreamed about walking out
that door, wearing a dress, and I never had the courage to do it. Thank
you mistress. Thank you for leading me, for guiding me." I dropped to
my knees and kissed her hand.
"I think I am supposed to say you always had the power, my dear, you just
had to learn it for yourself or you are capable of more than you know,"
said Mistress quoting the 'Wizard of Oz.'
"Thank you Glinda, the so called good witch of the north. Do you want to
withhold critical information from me, and send me off to murder your
rivals?" I quipped.
"I don't think you want to go back to Kansas, Dorothy."
"Never! Working on a farm sucks. I want to stay in the Emerald City and
party it up."
"My feelings exactly." We kissed for a few more moments in the lobby,
and then traveled back up to the penthouse.
"Home sweet home," said mistress.
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