"The Dressing Room"
Thoughts of a New Sub
… I heard my two Mistress' look good to return with me the subsequent day so as, to undamaged the removal of my physically hair and, so as to colour and dye my controller of hair, which was to be shaped into a more female cut and design.
They shook hands as, my restriction was attached and I was made to be an enthusiast of my superiors, once again into the crowded town…
* * * * *
The sunrise arrived much too hurriedly for 'Pippa'.
My belief were mangled, now was Sunday, already!
Here I was, a thriving professional with an upwardly mobile phone lifestyle, married to a consort that I loved and, more prominently was 'in-love' with, so much had happened in the last 30-odd hours!
I was only one day away from having to restore to my office, my clients and my colleagues, (let alone my employers), the subsequent morning at half-past eight!
I found myself however, about to consume the day being feminised, by my companion and her friends no less, and widely, whilst the assemble of them played degrading games with me!
What's more, I was beginning to enjoy myself, exploring a side of me, that had been greatly ignored, until now.
I rose to find a annotation, attached to a ribbon, together to the wrist of my missing hand. Very just, when read, it confirmed the following:
Pippa,
You are to get higher, shower, shave and make-up as almost immediately as the scare wakes you. You will then wear yourself by sporting nothing but the next:
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You will go to the kitchen and, you will arrange a full English breakfast for each of us.
When we are wide awake, you will achieve us our breakfast and do as instructed by any one of us.
I was thunderstruck, it was 6.30 AM and, I was already under directive by my captors.
I obeyed my information to the letter, dressing as controlled and immediately preparing breakfast for the remnants of the household.
As soon as it was ready, I loaded up some trays and, in person delivered the fare to each space.
Leaving each tray at the base of the twin bed, I began raising my Mistress' and my Master.
My tongue worked briskly on each of them, promptly bringing them into finely tuned states of excitement.
I brought each of them off, swallowing the sticky fluids as they came over my tackle.
Once they were all up and, once they had professional breakfast, my calendar day began in sober!
I was instructed to dress in a collection of lacy, close to transparent undergarments.
I was a little scared by this, as it would be more obvious to anyone who motto me that, I was in detail a man in drag!
I complied though, a frisson of anticipation running the length of my vertebrae.
My wife then handed me a sheer negligée and explained that it was all that I would be tolerable to wear over my underwear.
As I was putting it on, I was told that we would be inveterate to the beautician, as quickly as I was 'dressed'. They were sharp red, leather and had 6" spiked heels.
My 'Dom' friends had once again managed to embarrass and humiliate me!
How could they expect me to go out in public dressed only in sexy, feminine lingerie? And yet…
The perception of being paraded around, widely, for all to see was, I have to declare, exciting me and rotating me on! How abuse could I have been?
My collar and strap were once again close to me and, of poorer quality still my wrists were handcuffed behind my back.
Master Jerry had problem elsewhere that had been until that time arranged so, I was being full by my Mistress' alone this schedule around.
All of my Mistress' had strong-willed to dress in very commonplace clothes today, jeans, t-shirts and jackets were the request of the calendar day. This only helped to emphasise the outrageousness of my own array, of course! When we got there, we misused onto the underground and headed back to Kensington Promote.
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My outlandish advent had drawn many curious looks from men and women alike.
As almost immediately as the female beautician noticed our approach, she moved toward us and made a big show of welcome my Mistress', all the while construction loud, lewd notes about feminising the sexy 'Girlie' that they had brought her.
They all motivated away a barely, toward the back of her creation and, they began to confer how they should proceed with my transformation.
I was more than a modest afraid of how this practice would continue but, I have to declare that the idea of what was to come had turned me on so much that, my dick was rampant in the front of my panties!
When they returned, I was free and my cuffs were removed.
I complied at once, again blushing furiously as I sat, irksome only my female undergarments, with my astound hard erection plainly in look at.
Once again, my limbs were tied to the take the chair, stopping any disagreement on my behalf.
The Beautician began by, painfully leisurely removing what was gone of my bodily hair.
Once my mass was completely persuasive and hairless, she started on my pelt, styling it in a very womanly fashion then, failing it a open, but very sharp red.
My bindings were distant and I was led to a full part mirror. I couldn't judge my eyes. Standing there in front of me was, the reflection of a sexy, charming and very feminine woman!
My penis reacted to my mirror persona, by springing back to vivacity, becoming solid and rampant within seconds. Embarrassingly, as I hadn't out of sight it between my legs as yet, it sprang up, its rule peeking over the flexible top of my g-string, leaving no doubt as to how turned on I felt!
Humiliation never a lot away, the one who noticed my predicament first, was my PA, Tracy who the moment pointed to my groin and very raucously, commented to the other women as, on her own countenance, a vicious beam began to allotment widely.
"Look Girls! She's getting hot, just looking at her sexy little body!!"
Giggles abounded and out of the blue, I was the centre of thought once more. My makeover had been refined after my extra hairdo was undamaged and, my bake up was superb, though of course, I had been made to look very provocative and quite sluttish.
I was instructed to strip naked and, when I expressed my fears, still being visible to the public in the Market, I had my vestments exactly ripped from my deceased.
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