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Digital Dominatrix finale - chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-07-26 08:08:30 +0000 UTCDigital Dominatrix final protocol - chapter 2
As I opened my eyes on Friday morning, I could once again feel how tight the cage was around me as the last of the whispered voices echoed in my ears. I was getting used to the voices I heard in my dreams, they were like a comforting monologue of my innermost thoughts.
I was a little worried that this week was over already, and I would have to spend the entire weekend with Mistress’ new intensity level. Yesterday I barely got a minute to myself after work, not to mention the fact that she had me plugged the whole time I was at work.
“Good morning, sissy. Your underwear today will consist of the remaining items you brought home from the adult store you visited yesterday. Please retrieve them now.” Mistress said as I greeted her for the day.
I headed over to the bag from yesterday and removed the rest of the plain packing paper that was in there. What I found inside was a complete set of the most ridiculously feminine underwear anyone had ever seen.
It was all pink silk and lace with ruffled panties, pink stockings and matching garter belt, it was clearly designed to be outlandish and garish. I figured no woman would actually choose to wear something like this. There were two bras inside the packing, one was probably an A-cup while the other looked more like an F-cup. The fact that the larger bra was included in the set had me worried.
‘No point in arguing about it now.’ I thought as I started to get dressed in the pink ensemble. The panties themselves had rows of ruffled lace across the seat and around the leg openings, I could feel the frills moving slightly as I did. I got the garter belt into place around my waist after a small struggle and began to pull up the stockings. The stockings were pretty sheer and a small rim of lace around the tops, which were clipped into place by the straps of the garter belt.
Obviously I went with the smaller bra today, but the cups had a little more padding inside than I thought was necessary, so I would have to make sure not to wear too tight a shirt today. When the outfit was fully in place, I took a look at myself and felt the cage feel a little tighter.
I was completely smooth and wrapped in pink silk and lace, I could feel the stockings pulling tight on the garters as I walked, causing the frilly laced sections to bounce and sway with my movements. I decided I need to get dressed quickly and hide this particular underwear set from the world.
I grabbed my usual black office pants and shirt, both designed for women but not obviously so, they could mostly pass as men's clothes if no one looked too closely. I made sure the shirt was loose enough that the padding of the bra couldn’t be seen. Before I was allowed to head to work, Mistress made sure I had applied a subtle touch of makeup, along with a less subtle dose of mascara.
Mistress reminded me to make sure the vibrating plug and single earphone were inserted before I was finally free to head out.
The feeling of the underwear I had on beneath the clothes had reignited the spark of that first humiliation of wearing panties under my clothes. I had gotten so used to women's underwear that I almost didn’t notice anymore, but this new ensemble was impossible to ignore.
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“Hey, Mike.” Jake greeted me as I entered the office.
“Hey, Jake. Happy Friday.” I said, moving past him towards my desk, I could hear Emma somewhere in the breakroom area making a coffee, she stuck her head out the door as I got set up at my desk.
“Morning, Mike. I was just making a coffee, want one?” She asked me, eyeing me up expectantly.
“Yeah su-Ahh! Sure, please.” My reply was interrupted by the plug kicking once again shortly after Emma spoke, so I figured that rule was still in place. Now I would have to contend with being vibed by the plug whenever Emma spoke to me, great.
“Coming right up.” Emma replied, a suggestive smile on her face that told me she had been hoping for just that result.
A few minutes later Emma appeared at my desk and dropped a coffee off, at first I thought she would just drop it off and leave, having a little bit of mercy on me, but of course she didn’t.
“There you go, dear. Enjoy.” She said, loudly and clearly as she dropped off the drink.
‘Bzzt!’ ‘Bzzzzt!’
I remained silent as the plug kicked in, before answering with a short, “Thanks!” Which just earned a grin and a wink from Emma.
As I suspected, Emma wheeled her chair over to my station just before noon, smiling as she did so.
“So, the plug thing is still going today then I see.” Emma said, speaking quietly enough that we wouldn’t be overheard, but loud enough for the earpiece to detect and trigger the plug.
“Yes. Obviously.” I said through gritted teeth, as I suppress a reaction to the vibrations. Were they more intense today than yesterday or I was hornier than I was?
“How fun. So what about last night? How was your Mistress? Not too harsh I hope.”
It was hard to concentrate on what Emma was saying when the plug was pulsing away with every word she spoke. But I got the gist at least.
“Ummm, not too bad I guess. But she barely gave me any time to myself, it was either tasks or training all afternoon. I barely had time for food.”
“Oh you poor little sissy, haha. Don’t worry though, you’re in the home stretch.” ‘Bzzt!’ ‘Bzzt!’
“Ahh, yeah I g-guess. So. Look Emma, it’s incredibly difficult talking to you with the plug kicking in whenever you speak, it’s gonna take me like five minutes just to calm down enough to focus on my work so do you think you could just, leave me to it?” I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.
“Oh right, how silly of me.” She replied, but the look on her face suggested that she knew exactly what she was doing, and she made no move to leave. “I suppose I should just leave you to your work, we wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened in the elevator yesterday, would we?”
She was referring to the fact that her voice had pushed the plug to a point where I had actually squirted a little into my panties.
“No, we wouldn’t.” I replied, tensely. The plug insistent vibrations were still pushing me to the edge, the new sensations of the overly sissy style underwear weren’t exactly helping matters either.
“Well then I suppose I should let you get on with your work. Or try to anyway, haha.” ‘Bzzzt!’ Bzzzzzt!’ “Oh but before I go, there was one thing I wanted to tell you.” Dammit, it really seemed like she was dragging this out on purpose, and work was really the only place where I could at least act like I wasn’t a total sissy all day. “What I really wanted to tell you-”
“Look Emma, I’m really busy here so you could please just let me get on with my work?” I interrupted her, rather loudly. Loud enough for Jake to hear anyway, I saw his head perk up and look over in our direction.
Emma’s face was initially one of shock, maybe even a little hurt, but it soon changed to something blank and unreadable before she responded simply.
“Fine.” With that single word, she wheeled herself back over to her desk and quickly busied herself with something.
I hadn’t meant to get annoyed with her, and honestly I loved her talking to me, I loved her teasing me. My clitty hardened and my heart sped up whenever she was nearby, and that was without the plug amplifying things, but today I just really wanted to have an almost normal shift at work before Mistress no doubt piled it on at the weekend.
As I returned to my own work, Mistress’ voice appeared in my ear. “That wasn’t very nice, sissy. Miss Emma has been identified as a dominant partner in my scripts and should be treated as such. That kind of attitude will not be accepted.” I wanted to answer Mistress back, explain everything, but I couldn’t really talk to her without looking insane, so I just remained quiet.
“You will apologise to Miss Emma in the next hour, or face punishment.” Dammit, I should have seen that coming really.
I busied myself in a spreadsheet for half an hour or so before I decided to apologize to Emma. When I was ready, I stood up from my desk and headed over to hers, Emma spoke before I did.
“What is it, Mike? I’m very busy here.” She said, without looking up from her screen.
“I came to apologize, about earlier that is.” I started my apology, noticing how the plug didn’t kick in when Emma spoke this time.
“Okay, go ahead. Apologize.” She said, learning back in her chair and folding her arms under her bust, momentarily distracting me.
“You should be kneeling to apologize properly, sissy.” I froze at the sound of Mistress' voice telling me to kneel, surely she didn’t expect me to do that here with Jake nearby. “You have one minute to kneel down and apologize to Miss Emma before Jake gets an email from me. I will check with Miss Emma that you followed my instructions afterwards.”
I had no choice, I needed to get Emma back on my side so she could tell Mistress not to send those pictures. I just hoped I could play this off as a dumb joke afterwards.
“Well, Mike? I’m waiting.” Emma said, staring impatiently at me.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and made a show of apologizing in an overly dramatic fashion. I figured if I could ham it up like some over-the-top stage actor, then Jake would think of it as one big joke, but I needed to get Emma on my side at the same time.
“Oh Miss Emma. I’m really sorry I raised my voice earlier. I didn’t mean to get so annoyed with you. The truth is I’ve just been so ‘frustrated’ recently, but that’s my problem, not yours. Can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?” I gave her the best puppy dog look I could, batting my mascara thickened eyelashes at her.
For a long moment she didn’t say anything, she just let me stew in my humiliation for a while. Eventually, and much to my relief, Emma let out a hearty laugh.
“Hahaha, Oh Mike you are such an idiot. Get up off the floor, you’re forgiven.” Emma responded in a light hearted manner, her own actions should have been enough to convince Jake it was all just a dumb bit. I looked over to his desk and saw him just shaking his head in our direction before returning to his work.
“So I’m forgiven?” I asked before standing back up.”
“How could I not forgive you an apology like that? Now stop being an ass and get back to work.” ‘Bzzt!’ ‘Bzzzt!’ There was the plug again, apparently triggered by the sound of Emma forgiving me, I couldn’t help but feel happy about it.
“Great! Thanks.” I said, standing back up.
“In fact, why don’t I take us both to lunch seeing as it’s Friday?” The thought of having to sit through lunch with the plug teasing away at me was a little risky, but I needed to keep her sweet so I agreed and we headed out to the cafe for lunch.
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“So, now that we’re all friends again, I should tell you what I originally meant to tell you earlier.” Emma said as we sat in the quiet cafe opposite our building.
“Oh you actually had to tell me something? I thought you were just deliberately dragging out your sentence to torment me with the plug as much as possible.” I replied.
“Well I guess I was a little, but I did actually have something to tell you.”
“Okay, so what was it?” I asked, swallowing the last of my sandwich.
“Well I was just going to give you a heads up, your pantylines are back with a vengeance.” Emma said with a giggle.
“What?!” I replied, a little louder than I had intended.
“Yeah, whatever new underwear you have on is clearly on the um….’ruffled’ side of things cause I can practically see the lace on your butt. Plus, am I right in thinking I can see a garter strap down there?” Emma said, smirking as she asked.
“Shit!” I said, I hadn’t even bothered to check what effect the new underwear would have under these pants.
“Oh god.” I said, burying my burning red face in my hands.
“Haha I thought so. Don’t worry too much. I’m sure not everyone noticed. I mean, I probably pay more attention to your butt than most people really, hahaha.”
“Dammit, I should have known this damn outfit would be visible, it's the most ridiculously over the top girly pink thing you've ever seen!” I said to Emma.
“Oh really? Well that I have to see.” She replied, excitedly.
“I think you’ve seen enough of me already, haven’t you?”
“Oh please, I could never get enough of seeing you all dolled up. Maybe that’s how you should be making up to me!”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Oh hang on, I have a message from your Mistress.” Emma said, pulling out her phone and unlocking the screen. I waited for her to tell me what it was. “Hahaha, she wants to know if your apology to me was satisfactory. I wonder what I should tell her.”
“Oh shit Emma, please tell her it was good. She has a bunch of pictures queued up to send to Jake as punishment if not.” I said, frantically.
“Haha well in that case I guess I could make you a deal. My place, tonight, bring your sexy new underwear.”
Admittedly, the prospect of another night with Emma was incredibly appealing to me, even with all the humiliation I was sure to face. “Okay, fine. I’ll have to make sure it’s okay with Mistress though, I’m sure she has lots of ‘training’ planned for me.”
“Oh I’m sure she’ll let you out for a night, especially if it’s with me.” She replied with a smile. “Anyway, we should probably get back, I’m sure that plug in your behind must be driving you crazy talking to me for so long.”
“Well you’re not wrong there, but I’m starting to get used to it….it’s kind of nice actually.” I replied, honestly.
While the plug was indeed distracting, I had gotten so used to being turned on by everything around me lately that I was starting to adapt to its incessant buzzing, now that it no longer caught me off guard it was actually rather nice.
“I’d be careful with that, Mike. Pretty soon you’ll be getting turned on just by being near me. We wouldn’t want that now would we?” She added with a coy smile, reminding me that this type of conditioning was actually Mistress MO. I didn’t want to admit that I was already turned on whenever she was around.
With our lunch break over, we headed back to the office to finish off the working week. I packed up my desk at the end of the day and got ready to leave, but not without Emma reminding me to visit her later on.
“Don’t forget, see you at mine tonight, sissy.” She said when we were both out of earshot. “Oh! And bring those nice big boobs of yours, you looked so good in them last time.” I muttered a quick reply as the plug vibed away at the sound of Emma’s voice and headed home.
Thankfully, Mistress didn’t have any other tasks for me on the way home, but she did speak up as I approached my building.
“Sissy, you should hurry up and make sure you are home in the next five minutes. I have a delivery scheduled that you must sign for.” Great, I wondered what else she had ordered. I was thankful that Miss Emma had given me that loan because I had completely lost track of what Mistress had been spending.
I increased my walking pace for the last part of my journey home and made it to my apartment door before the delivery arrived.
“Please provide proof that you are wearing the correct underwear to be allowed entry into your apartment.” Mistress reminded me as I approached the doorbell cam.
I quickly lowered the front of my pants so the panties could be seen, then as I lifted up my shirt to show that I was still wearing the bra, the elevator doors ‘ding’ed open and out stepped a delivery guy carrying what was no doubt my package.
I quickly yanked my shirt back down to hide the bra from view, praying that the delivery guy hadn’t seen anything.
“Access granted.” My door clicked open as the delivery guy walked hesitantly towards me.
“Um, hey. This apartment yours?” He asked.
“Yeah, this is me. Mike.” I replied, feeling the blood flow into my cheeks as he handed me a package.
I quickly signed on his tablet and thanked him before rushing inside my apartment, trying to convince myself that he hadn’t actually seen anything.
“Welcome home, sissy. I have received a delivery confirmation. Please open your new package immediately so we can begin your training.” Great, so I wasn’t even going to be allowed half an hour to myself today.
I opened up the package to reveal what was obviously something else for me to wear, but not an item I recognized at first. It was pink (of course) with a bunch of black laces threaded through eyeholes on either side of a long, stiff looking panel.
“A corset!” I said out loud once I realized what I was holding.
“Correct. You must now place the corset on yourself and tighten the laces as much as possible.”
I started by threading all the laces loosely through the eyeholes, having no idea how to actually put on a corset, I didn’t do too bad a job. Once the laces were in place, I stepped in and worked the corset up my legs and around my waist. It was already a tight fit even with the laces left loose, but I managed it to get in what I thought was the right position.
The corset itself was just large enough that it covered my midriff, just covering the top of the pink garter belt I was still wearing, and ending below the bra. With the corset in place at my waist, I reached behind me to grab the trailing ends of the laces and pulled them tight, cinching my waist inwards.
When I thought the corset was tight enough I awkwardly tried to tie them off behind myself, but Mistress interrupted me.
“Your corset is not tight enough yet, sissy. Exhale for five seconds, then pull tighter on the laces.”
Again, I did as I was told and took a long breath out, emptying all the air from my lungs and pulling on the laces as I did, this probably got me another inch or two of my waist. When that was done, I made another attempt at tying them off behind my back, having to do this by feeling alone while the stiff material of the corset hindered my movement was difficult to say the least, but I managed an untidy knot in the end.
“Excellent. Good job, sissy. The corset should have come with an additional panel that can be zipped in place to hide the laces.” I checked the packaging I had dropped to see that Mistress was right, there was another strip of leather with zippers on either side. I took this and after some awkward twisting and turning on my part, got it into place over the top of the laces. Now that I was finally done I was able to take in the sight of myself, I stood in front of my mirror with my shirt off, noticing how the corset pulled in my waist to the point where it gave me the impression of wider hips. I could also feel how I had to take shorter breaths due to the constriction and wondered how long I would have to wear this for.
When I was done admiring my reflection, I remembered about my night with Miss Emma.
“Mistress, I’m supposed to go to Miss Emma’s tonight.”
“Very well, sissy. I will allow it, however this will interfere with my training plans. I will rearrange tomorrow’s schedule to compensate. Please make sure to make no plans for tomorrow. You may remove the buttplug and make sure it is placed on charge before you leave”
Well, I guess tomorrow will be fun.
After removing, and thoroughly cleaning, the butt plug, I took the two large breastforms and stuffed them into a bag to take with me to Emma’s house, as I did, I noticed the heels and decided I’d better take them too. With my bag packed and ready, I threw on some jeans and a baggy hoodie to hide the underwear and corset and headed towards the bus stop.
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“Well if it isn’t my favorite sissy!” Emma greeted loudly at her front door when I arrived. “I’ve been waiting for you. I can’t wait to see this new underwear set that I’ve heard so much about. I trust you brought what I told you to?” She asked, referring to the large breast forms she had told me to bring. I half expected a vibration in my ass, but thankfully that didn’t come, instead it was just a tingle of arousal that seemed to stem from within my body.
“Yeah, I brought them. Also brought my heels too, just in case.” I added sheepishly.
“Haha, of course you did. You really are a ‘good girl’ aren’t you.”
“Ohh shit, please.” I said as my arousal skyrocketed at the use of the trigger phrase.
“Hahaha, you’d better come inside before you make a mess on my doorstep!” Emma said with a laugh.
I followed Emma into her home, staring at her ass in a pair of black leggings the whole time as we walked.
“I take it you don’t have your maid outfit with you then?”
“No….was I supposed to bring it?” I asked.
“Haha, no. As much as I love watching you swish around as my maid, I actually had a different outfit in mind for today. So why don’t you start by heading up to the spare room and getting rid of those boring male clothes you’re wearing. I’ll be along in a sec.”
I headed up to the spare room, wondering what outfit Emma had in mind. I did as she asked and stripped off the hoodie, jeans and trainers, leaving me waiting in just the underwear. I emptied the contents of my bag onto the spare bed.
The lockable heels, the large breastforms and the larger sized bra.
“Well aren’t you a sight!” Emma's voice startled me a little as she appeared in the doorway.
“Oh! Yeah, well….like I said, ridiculous, right?” I replied, finding myself nervous as to what her reaction would be, I needed her to approve!
‘I live to serve my Mistress’
“Not at all ridiculous, It suits you perfectly. That bra is just a little flat for my tastes.” She said, approaching me and running her finger up and down the shoulder strap. “But the corset is a nice touch.”
“I-I brought a bigger size…..I think it should work with the boobs.” I replied as her single finger at my collarbone sent electric tingles down my body.
“Good girl.” My eyes rolled back and my clit throbbed in the cage.
“Hahaha, I see that trigger is as effective as ever, I guess I’ll have to be careful with that. Have a seat and I’ll take care of your chest.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and removed the smaller sized bra as Emma revealed a tube of the exact same prosthetic glue she had used last weekend.
“Umm, Emma? Isn’t that the same stuff as before?” I asked, knowing what would happen if she used it again.
“Of course it is, it did such a good job last time. Besides, it’s Friday now so I’m sure you’ll be able to get them off by Monday morning. Now no complaining.” Emma smeared a good amount of the glue onto the forms and held them in place against my chest, one at a time until they were both stuck firmly in place.
“Hold on to your tits for me, sissy.” She instructed me as she began hiding the edges of the forms with more glue, which she mixed in with foundation to blend the seams in with my skin colour. She instructed me to lift the boobs up gently so she could coat the underside
“Perfect, now let’s get that bigger bra on you.” Emma held out the larger bra for me to thread my arms through and fastened it closed for me behind my back. It still felt as though it was a size too small for the large breasts I now had, this caused the fake boobs to bulge over the top just a little, creating a deep cleavage that I thought would have looked great on anyone but myself.
“Very nice.” Emma said, walking around and adjusting the bra at various points until she was satisfied with the fit. Every little tweak of the strap caused the boobs to bounce around just a little. “Hmmm, I think I can do something about this though.”
“Do something about what?” I asked, wondering what she was doing as she moved behind me. I felt her unzip the leather panel that hid the laces of the corset and start fiddling with the clumsy knot I had made.
“Don’t worry, I know it can be damn near impossible to fasten a corset by yourself when it ties in the back like this. Breath out.” The last two words were clearly an instruction and I did as I was told almost without thinking. As soon as I started exhaling, Emma pulled harshly on the two ends of the lace, yanking the corset even tighter, and subsequently pulling my waist in a little further. Emma tied the laces off quickly as I tried to get some breath back into my body.
“How does that feel?” She asked.
“Incredibly tight.”
“It’s a corset, it’s supposed to be tight. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Pretty soon you could have a nice, feminine waist without even needing the corset.” Was that supposed to be something I wanted?
“Oh! What’s this?” Emma said as she zipped the panel back into place over the laces.
“What’s what?” I asked, trying to twist to see what she was looking at, but having no luck seeing anything.
“Hang on, I think I have something that should work.” I heard her opening and closing drawers on the small bedside chest. “Ah-ha. Hang on.” Emma returned to my back and fiddled around with the top of the corset until I heard a small ‘click’.
“What was that?” I asked, being pretty familiar with the sound of padlocks being closed by now.
“This panel can be locked in place over the laces so you can’t take off your corset. How fun!” Emma sounded genuinely pleased with herself as I watched her tuck the keys to the padlock into the waistband of her leggings.
“You mean I’m locked in this thing?! I can barely breathe.” I said, wondering just how long I would be getting compressed like this.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like you’ve never had something locked onto you before.” Emma said with an impatient air in her voice.
I wanted to argue more but Emma didn’t give me a chance to.
“Okay, as hot as you look right now, Mike, I think we need to find a more ‘conservative’ outfit for you. Follow me, and bring your heels.”
I followed Emma into her room where she started digging through her wardrobe for something that would fit me.
“Hmm, these should do the trick I think.” She said, turning towards me with some items of clothing in hand.
“Start with this.” She said, handing me a black, pleated skirt that fastened tightly around my waist and stopped just above my knees, covering the stocking tops. Once I had the skirt in place, Emma unfolded a white shirt, not dissimilar to the office shirts she usually wore, except the collar of this one had a patterned cut, the shoulders puffed upwards slightly, and the buttons down the front were larger and moulded into small flower shapes. “This shirt used to give me what I call, classy cleavage. Here, let me help you.” Emma helped me into the shirt and began buttoning it up, but obviously had to leave most of the top half undone due to the large tits stuck to my chest.
The shirt was a tight fit and showed off a lot of my false cleavage, coupled with the skirt's tight waistband that nipped in around the corset, I actually felt like I had feminine figure.
“Not bad so far,” Emma said, “Now take a seat and I’ll fix your makeup.”
About ten minutes later Emma was finished working on my face with all manner of beautifying products, completely masking my male features with a mixture of primer, foundation, contouring brushes, lip liner, mascara and blush. But before I could get a good look at myself, she turned me away from the mirror, telling me she had “One more thing” to do, before disappearing back into her wardrobe.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when she next turned around, I should have seen it coming by this point, but the bright blonde wig still caught me off guard.
“Wait…Is that..”
“A wig? For you? Of course it is.” Emma replied before I could finish the question. I don’t know why I was so hesitant at letting her put the wig on me, I guess it felt like the last part of my masculinity would be completely buried once the wig was in place. “Now be a good girl and hold still.” She knew what she was doing, carefully selecting her words to remind me how much I needed to please her.
After a minute or two of her teasing the hair out in all directions, she seemed to be finally happy enough with the look to let me see my reflection.
“Woah….” Speechless would be an understatement. The boobs, corset and tight waistband of the pleated skirt gave me an unmissable hourglass shape which was further emphasized by the tight lower section of the shirt. The full face of makeup combined with the long blonde curls of the wig completed my feminization to the point where I really had to stare at myself to recognize anything about me.
“Mmm, you look great like this, sissy. Why no one would even be able to tell it was a man under these clothes. You’ve gone from demure office girl to slutty bimbo in just under an hour.” Emma’s words turned me on more than they should have, but maybe that was just because everything she did turned me on lately.
Emma instructed me to put on the heels, which she promptly locked in place. With the heels on, my feminization was complete, every time I looked down at the huge breasts I was reminded that there was no way I could pass as a man right now, which left me with some very conflicting thoughts.
“How do you feel?” Emma asked, breaking me out of my reverie.
“Umm, I’m not sure. I look….hot, I think. But I guess I don’t quite feel like me.”
“You mean you don’t feel like Mike? That’s because you’re not Mike right now. Mike is just a panty obsessed sissy who loves dressing in girly clothes and being humiliated for it. But this person here, this is Michelle. And Michelle is a slutty, cock hungry bimbo. Embrace it, you might find you enjoy it. Why don’t you start by telling me your name.” Emma said, standing close to my side as I ogled my reflection.
“Umm, my name is Michelle.” I said, hesitantly.
“Good girl. And what are you?”
“I’m a sissy.” I replied, almost as though this was a pre-programmed response.
“Haha, yes you are. But right now you don’t look like a sissy. Right now you look like a slut. So tell me what you are.” Emma’s voice had taken on a low, commanding tone, almost growling as one hand possibly stroked the back of my skirt.
“I’m a slut! I’m your slut, Miss Emma.”
“Good girl.” The rush of pleasure I felt seemed amplified tenfold as I gave in to Emma’s control. “Now, come with me. We’re going for a little walk.” Emma walked away, leaving me standing staring at my reflection as the gravity of what she had just said sunk in.
“Wait..What?!” I called after her as I followed her out of the room.
I caught up to Emma as she was scribbling something down on the back of an envelope near her front door.
“Did you say we were going for a walk? I can’t go outside like this!”
“Why not? No one in this neighbourhood even knows who you are, and even if they did they wouldn’t recognize you anyway.” She had a point, after all I could barely recognize myself, but I still didn’t like the idea of being out in public looking like this.
“Look, Michelle, it’s late, it’s pretty dark and there’s hardly anyone out at this time. We’re only going to the mailbox at the end of my street, we’ll be there and back in under five minutes and I’ll be with you the whole time.” All good points, but I still didn’t like the thought of being out in public like this.
“I guess you have a point, but I still don’t want to be seen out in public dressed like this.” I said in a pleading voice.
“Look, the more you complain the longer it’s gonna take. Now stop complaining and come along before I send a message to your Mistress telling her that you’re misbehaving.” Given the threats Mistress had already been making, I really didn’t want that.
“Fine, let’s go get this over with.” I said, reluctantly.
Emma led the way out of her front door and down her garden path, with me matching her pace close to her side. Emma herself was dressed rather reservedly, while I was in pink stockings, high heels and had a ton of cleavage on display.
“See, this isn’t so bad is it? There isn’t even anyone else around, and even if there were, all they would see in this light is two women out for a stroll.” Emma was right about the street being empty at least, we hadn’t seen another person yet.
“See, there’s the mailbox right there on the corner.” She said as we approached a crossing at the end of her street. “Do me a favor and post this for me would you?” She said quickly, pushing the envelope into my hand before turning and quickly back in the opposite direction.
“Emma!” I reacted instinctively to her command and strutted my way to the mailbox. After quickly dumping the envelope inside, I turned around and walked as quickly as I could to catch up with her.
The problem with trying to walk so quickly in these heels, was the fact that my new boobs couldn’t be kept under control. They bounced around in the too small bra so much that I had to use my hands to hold them in place as I walked, an act which only made me appear more feminine.
“Wait up!” I said as I closed the distance between us, causing Emma to turn around and giggle at my hurried walk.
“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” I was about to reply when I saw a woman around Emma’s age walking towards us from one of the houses nearby. My face flushed red and panic started to creep in as she got closer, I did my best not to draw attention to myself as we approached, unfortunately Emma had other ideas.
“Oh hi Mandy. How’re things?” Emma said to the passing woman.
“Oh not bad, same old, same old. Who’s your friend?”
“Oh this is Michelle. She’s a friend from work.” Mandy looked at me for a second or two, so I gave her what I hoped was a friendly smile, but I just couldn’t risk speaking in case my voice gave me away. “Come on Michelle, let’s get you home and into some clothes that actually fit.” Emma added with a laugh, taking me by the arm and leading me back to her house with a friendly wave to her neighbor.
When we were safely back inside Emma's house, I collapsed against one of the walls and let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Haha, your face when Mandy stopped to say hi was priceless. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow and hear what she has to say about my slutty new friend.”
“That was terrifying!” I said, laughing a little myself at the absurdity of the situation. “So what was so important that you had to drag me outside at this time to post anyway?” I asked.
“Oh you mean the envelope? That had the keys to your corset inside.” Emma answered with a devious smile. “If you had stopped to read the address you would have seen that it was addressed to you.”
“What? So I’m stuck in this thing?”
“Only until the letter arrives.” Emma replied simply.
“But how long will that be?”
“Well, let’s see. Today is Friday but it’s already too late to collect the post. I’m pretty sure they collect on Saturday morning but won’t actually sort through it until the next working day, which is Monday. So I would say….Tuesday at the earliest.”
“Tuesday!! I’m stuck in a corset til Tuesday?! Not to mention the huge tits stuck to my chest.”
“Now, now, sissy. I’ve heard enough complaining from you for one day, why don’t you follow me upstairs, I have a much better use for that slutty mouth of yours!”
End chapter 2
Comments
Caged_Caroleta
Fantastic addition looking like Michelle is going to get a good hard pounding 😈
