"The Family Promise"
Night After the Opera
They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to stay on my superiors, once again into the crowded town…
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The break of day arrived much too hurriedly for 'Pippa'.
My view were mangled, these days was Sunday, already!
Here I was, a lucrative professional with an upwardly movable lifestyle, married to a partner that I loved and, more significantly was 'in-love' with, so much had happened in the last 30-odd hours!
I was only one daylight hours away from having to yield to my company, my clients and my colleagues, (let alone my employers), the following morning at half-past eight!
I rose to find a make a note of, attached to a ribbon, tied to the wrist of my left hand. Very purely, when read, it stated the following:
Pippa,
You are to emerge, shower, shave and make-up as rapidly as the clock radio wakes you. You will then clothes yourself by dressed in nothing but the subsequent:
Wig.Hold-up, black satin stockings.Waist falling corset.Silicon falsies.Leather bra.
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 give out us our breakfast and do as instructed by any one of us.
You will then be instructed as to your existence events.
Helen. XXXXX
p.30 AM and, I was already under directive by my captors.
As rapidly as it was raring to go, I loaded up some trays and, in isolation delivered the fare to each extent.
My tongue worked rapidly on each of them, hastily bringing them into keen states of excitement.
I brought each of them off, swallowing the sticky fluids as they came over my look.
Once they were all wide awake and, once they had refined breakfast, my day of the week began in intense!
I was instructed to dress in a set of lacy, virtually transparent undergarments.
I was a modest scared by this, as it would be more palpable to anyone who saying me that, I was in reality a man in drag!
I complied though, a shiver of anticipation running the length of my spike.
My wife then handed me a sheer negligée and explained that it was all that I would be allowed to wear over my underwear.
As I was putting it on, I was told that we would be habitual to the beautician, as quickly as I was 'dressed'. They were intelligent red, leather and had 6" spiked heels. I thought to myself how odd they would seem, worn only with my undies and dressing gown.
My 'Dom' acquaintances had once again managed to make uncomfortable and humiliate me!
How could they expect me to go out in public dressed only in sexy, female lingerie? And yet…
The purpose of being paraded around, openly, for all to see was, I have to admit, exciting me and turning me on!
We absent the house and I was expectant another cab to be coming up for us. How unsuitable could I have been?
My collar and restraint were once again friendly to me and, worse still my wrists were handcuffed behind my back. The girls had decided that they should all be witness to today's behavior though and, had invited my desk Tracy along as well.
All of my Mistress' had unwavering to dress in very usual clothes today, jeans, t-shirts and jackets were the order of the day. This only helped to emphasise the outrageousness of my own dress, of course!
I was led through the streets to the adjacent bus stop where, reserved profusely, we waited for the car into town. When we got there, we altered onto the underground and headed back to Kensington Marketplace.
As almost immediately as the female beautician noticed our approximate, she moved toward us and made a large show of welcoming my Mistress', all the while making loud, lewd explanation about feminising the sexy 'Girlie' that they had brought her. I blushed deeply at all the consideration she was creating for me.
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The girls, along with the lady Beautician, eagerly shuffled me into the 'Parlour' stall and attached my leash to a hook by the delight. They left me there, still handcuffed at the back for any passer-by to gawk at.
They all moved away a minor, toward the back of her powers that be and, they began to converse how they should proceed with my transformation.
When they returned, I was untied and my chains were removed. I was instructed to take out my negligee and be seated in the same chair as I had done the preceding day.
I complied at once, again retiring furiously as I sat, sporting only my female undergarments, with my stun hard erection plainly in view.
Once again, my limbs were attached to the preside over, stopping any disagreement on my behalf.
The Beautician began by, painfully slowly removing what was not here of my in person hair. The administer took several hours, during which I was 'on-show' to everyone who voted for by.
Once my mass was completely charming and hairless, she ongoing on my mane, styling it in a very feminine fashion then, ultimate it a natural, but very intelligent red. Embarrassingly, as I hadn't veiled it between my legs as yet, it sprang up, its cranium peeking over the stretch top of my g-string, parting no doubt as to how curved on I felt!
Humiliation never far afield away, the one who noticed my predicament first, was my PA, Tracy who immediately pointed to my groin and very at full volume, commented to the other women as, on her own face, a vicious beam began to open out widely.
"Look Girls! She's receiving hot, just looking at her sexy trivial body!!"
Giggles abounded and out of the blue, I was the centre of consideration once more.
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