i knew today was coming, but i’m still not prepared for it.
Today is the day that i go out in public with The
Mistress.
i dress in “rock chick” gear. A short leather jacket, short black skirt,
knee boots.
i choose nude hold up stockings, i have to pull these up
as far as i can to make sure they don’t show beneath the hem of the skirt.
i’m made up, and my hair is long and brushed. i remember to put in long dangly gold earrings
just before i leave.
i check myself in the mirror. i look a bit slutty, but nothing too out of
the ordinary. i draw a deep breath and
leave.
i drive to Mistress ‘s house, and park.
Trembling, i leave the safety of my car and walk to Her
door, i ring the bell and wait.
She makes me wait at the door, but i learnt a long time
ago not to ring again.
i stand patiently, and after what seems like forever She
opens the door.
She looks me up and down, and frowns slightly.
“You look like a slut. I’ll punish you for that later.”
“Yes Mistress, of course.”
i wait.
“Still, you’ll pass as a woman with the less
observant. Come on. Walk one pace behind Me.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She strides to the car, and i follow behind.
She stops, and raises an eyebrow.
i open the door quickly, and after She gets in, i close
it behind her.
In the car she hands me cigarettes and a lighter.
“Look after those.
Give Me one when I tell you. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Take Me into town.”
We drive into town.
Mistress directs me to a car park, i park the car, and as quickly as
seems normal to the outside world i jump out, rush round and open the door for
Her.
She strides off without a word. i lock the car and scurry after her.
As we walk, i am aware of people looking at me. Are they seeing a man in drag? Or a slutty woman?
A group of young men stare. i blush- i don’t know if they want to fuck me
or beat me up.
We go into a boutique, and Mistress tries on some
dresses. i stand in the corner,
nervously, the assistant looks at me out
of the corner of her eye.
Mistress chooses two dresses, and takes them to the
counter. The girl rings them up, and the
girl looks at us for payment. Mistress
raises an eyebrow at me, and i get out my credit card and pay.
The girl talks to me, and i answer, as short as i can, in
my best girl’s voice- but she frowns at me, i think she knows i am a man.
We leave the shop and begin walking again.
i am two paces behind Mistress, when She says one word-
“Cigarette.”
i pull one out of my handbag, my hands trembling, and
give it to Her. She puts it in Her mouth, and i light it with the lighter. She takes a long drag, and blows the smoke
into my face. i resist the temptation to
cough. She turns on Her heel, and i follow,
carrying the bag with Her dresses in, already beginning to regret the heels i
am wearing.
We go into a shoe shop.
Mistress chooses three pairs of shoes- high heeled spikes. The girl fetches them and starts to kneel to
help Mistress.
Mistress waves her away.
“It’s OK my assistant will help Me.
Kneel tiffy.”
The girl leaves and i kneel down. i help Mistress on with the shoes, watch Her
walking up and down.
Eventually She chooses a pair, and we go to the counter.
We follow the same routine, but this time the girl can
hardly prevent herself from laughing out loud at me.
We go outside.
“Really tiffani, you must practice harder on your
voice. That girl clearly knows you’re a
man. That displeases Me.”
“Sorry Mistress.” i answer in my very best girl’s voice.
She frowns and strides on.
We shop all morning, and by now i seem to be carrying an
unfeasible number of bags.
Twice more She says “Cigarette” to me and i oblige.
She goes into a local bistro, and we sit down at a table.
She orders for us both.
She orders me something she knows i don’t like, and a glass of water.
After we have eaten, She says “Pay the girl tiffy, and
then it’s time to visit the bathroom.”
i pay, and then follow Mistress to the toilets. She chooses the disabled toilet and we both
enter at once.
i realise why- it is private and there is a lot of room.
“Kneel.” She
points, and i kneel down next to the toilet itself. i can feel my knees getting damp- there is pee
on the floor.
Mistress adjusts Her clothing and stands over me.
“Open.”
i open my mouth, and She pees into it.
“Swallow.”
i swallow, as always.
She wipes Herself (i’m not allowed to touch Her), and She
adjusts Her clothing.
“Pee if you need to,” She says
i sit- the chastity device does not allow me to stand,
and after peeing i dry myself as best as i can.
We leave, and carry on round the shops.
Eventually we enter Next, and She says “Time for a change
of pace tiffy. Choose something for
yourself.”
i’m surprised by this, and i just say “Yes Mistress,”
before i start to think about what i should choose.
i look at the skirts, the blouses in confusion. i can see Mistress watching me, amused at my
indecision.
i turn to the party dresses. Maybe this would do. i pick out a blue, tight dress, short,
armless.
“What about this Mistress,” i stammer.
“Yes, try it on,” she commands.
i cross to the changing rooms- “Can i try this on
please?” i am blushing and my hands are
shaking.
“Yes, in here.
Shout for me if you need any help” the girl replies.
i go in and strip down to my underwear. If she comes in now…. my chastity device is
obvious through my panties.
i put the dress on.
“Come out tiffani, let Me see,” Mistress calls out.
Oh my God. i walk
out into the store, people turn to see me.
Some look away, some stare, puzzled.
They know there is something not quite right.
“Perfect tiffy.
Get changed.”
i change back, and then pay.
We walk back to the car, i open the door for Mistress as
always, and we drive away.
“Not bad tiffy, but we need to work on you a bit more.
Take me home and i will correct your behaviour.”
“Yes Mistress,” i reply.
There is no point arguing. i
suspect it’s going to be a long evening.
