ADVICE: You really need to read Part 1 to follow this!
he next few days seemed to drag past. Although I was a little worried about Mistress Anna being whisked away by Master to what seemed to be the high-life, I was intrigued to find out what he had planned for her - and me. Now that I was going to work caged, in panties, a basque, and stockings, I had to discreetly use the sit-down loos all the time, which was a little embarrassing, but each visit reminded me of my new place in life especially as I often ended up putting in earphones to watch femminizing sissy-hy*no while I played with my nipples – Master had expressly ordered that I couldn’t touch my cocklet.When I got home Mistress gave lessons how to how to dress and make-up to please Her and Master Peter. I was beginning to present more feminine...but still obviously not a real girl. I liked it, so did Mistress: "Oh, you look like a sext little trap now darling" she would giggle.
Eventually, the day of the Big Event rolled up. I had already arranged to work from home the next day just in case. Mistress Anna packed a little vanity case and left sheathed in an overcoat, so I didn’t see what she was wearing - apart from what appeared to be black 10 denier stockings and red suede 5 inch heeled ankle boots that tied up with thin black leather laces at the front. Just before she left, she smiled and said; “Check what’s been laid out for you upstairs and make sure you read the note we’ve left for you, babes. Enjoy yourself” With that she waved goodbye, blew me kiss, and stepped straight into the black SUV waiting for her on our drive.
When I went upstairs, I found laid out the sexiest lingerie Master and Mistress had asked me to wear, and a note in pink envelope, signed "Instruction for Jenny" in my wife's flowing script. Inside was a very short note: "Dress up, put on negligee, sit downstairs, wait for a knock at the door, follow instructions. Enjoy! Anna, XXX". I set to work, squirmed into a under cleavage corset and tied it up tight as I could like Mistress Anna had shown me in my girly lessons with her, stepped into my lace topped, fully fitted cuban heeled stockings and hitched them onto the black lace high-waist suspender belt. In the tight corset, i almost had a cleavage, certainly -after all the play they received - I had hard stretched nipples on little tits now. I combed my hair out and held it back with the black Alice band I had be left. I did my dramatic eye makeup and put on the very long, obviously fake eyelashes - it had taken me so long to learn that trick. After putting on slutty blusher and crimson lipstick on my full lips, I admired myself in the mirror and I have to say I loved the sexy slut looking back at me. I then put on my shiny red patent 5" court shoes. I was so tall! I wobbled a bit, but when i looked in the mirror, my arse looked divine wearing them - as part of my lessons, I had spent a long time in the gym building up my glutes and it was showing! I looked for panties, but found none, so I was left with my metal caged and shaved little cock on display. There was a thigh length, transparent, black lace negligee gown which I slipped into and tied the satin belt. I added lots of cheap costume bangles, that jangled when I moved my arms, long silver earrings, and to top it all off, the tight red velvet neck band left for me. I felt fucking wonderful and wonderfully fuckable.
I tottered downstairs, poured myself a straight vodka for courage, sat down on our sofa, enjoying the feel of the cool leather on my arse, and waited. Just as I thought nothing would happen, the door bell rang. I was pushed several times, who ever was there was impatient. I swallowed the vodka, and with butterflies in the pit of my stomach, I half opened the door and peaked out. Standing there was a squat, bull of a man. Shaved headed with red stubble showing through and a matching semi-beard, he was wearing combat shorts exposing calves with black-ink military tattoos and a tight tee-shirt showing off his stocky body and muscled arms - again tattooed. I was speechless, but he took command, "Come on Jenny, open the door. Let me see you." I opened the door a little more. Saying "Don't be shy now, girl" my new acquaintance snatched the door and opened it up. I felt exposed, any passerby - or even the neighbours - might see me dressed. He looked me up and down and without saying anything, gestured with his index figure that I should turn round. I did so slowing tottering on my heels, which were so high i looked down at my visitors shaved head. After licking his lips as he hungrily stared at me. He smiled wolfishly and said "Get your coat, you've pulled." Sipping on a wool overcoat, I found myself being dragged by my hand into the black range rover in our drive. Still aware of the neighbours I climbed in as fast as I could. What WAS happening, what HAD i let myself into?
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