Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
First time with Mistress Zara – Chapter One.I am naturally nervous as I arrive at Her door. I ring the bell, and almost immediately the door opens and there stands Her full-time permanent maid, vikki. She is wearing sparkly pink platforms, white seamed stockings, a blonde curly wig, full makeup including the shiniest pink lipstick you can imagine and the most gorgeous dress I’ve ever seen.It is blue satin with pink ruffles and bows, layers and layers of petticoats underneath, and a white glass-silk, full-body pinafore and matching cap. Around her neck is a pink leather collar with little bells that tinkle as she walks.She shows me into the waiting room. There the walls are hung with amazing photographs of sissies – including vikki, being humiliated and punished by Mistress. I start to feel excited – as well as apprehensive – about the immediate future. The door opens, and vikki beckons me to follow her. We walk down the passage until we come to a studded oak door, with a big iron knocker in the shape of a caged penis. Vikki knocks twice.“Enter,” says a strict sounding voice, and vikki opens the door and I follow her down the stone stairs into Mistress’s dungeon. There are chains hanging from the ceiling, a St Andrew’s cross, a pillory, a spanking trestle with leather cuffs and a narrow bed covered in black latex and isvecbahis again fitted with leather wrist and ankle cuffs. In the corner is a small stainless steel cage – not big enough to stand up inThe floor is tiled and studded with rings set in it. One wall displays a vast array of instruments of punishment: paddles, canes, tawses, whips, cat-o-nine tails and more. Another wall displays various restraints, hoods, gags, collars, leads, blindfolds and so on. In one corner is a large chest of nine drawers, and on top of the chest are ranged a selection of butt plugs, dildos and strapons. I gasp with overwhelmed excitement at the sight. In another corner is a desk and chair. Along the last wall runs a large wardrobe with mirrored doors, and in front of that, a sofa.In the middle of all this stands Mistress Zara. Magnificently tall in her black patent spike-heeled shoes and black seamed stockings, she wears a tight black shiny latex pencil skirt with a zip all the way up the front, and a white satin blouse. Her black hair is swept up into a high ponytail, her makeup is impeccable, and she exudes an air of authority.“So,” she says, “you want to be my sissy?”“Yes, M-mistress” I stutter in a suddenly-gone-tiny voice. “My only desire is to serve You in any way You see fit.”“Well, let’s get the preliminaries over with. Take isveçbahis giriş off your ugly male clothes. You won’t be needing those for a while.” She smiles.I take off my suit jacket, shoes, trousers and shirt and am instructed to hand them to maid vikki. She opens the wardrobe, revealing a row of stunning concoctions of satin, latex, lace and PVC. She hangs up my clothes and puts the shoes on the bottom shelf which houses a collection of wonderful sissy shoes.I stand shivering in my underwear – black seamed stockings, six strap black suspender belt, black French knickers and camisole, and underneath the camisole a black lacy bra.“Very elegant,” says Mistress Zara, “but hardly suitable for an aspiring sissy maid. Have you done as I instructed and removed all your body hair?”“Yes, Mistress. I was waxed all over this morning.”“Take off all that underwear, and we will start from scratch”I divest myself of my treasured lingerie and vikki takes it away to the wardrobe.“Vikki,” says Mistress, ”first the satin and lace eight-strap pink suspender belt and a pair of white seamed stockings – just like yours, vikki.” Vikki goes over to the chest of drawers, opens the top left drawer and takes out the suspender belt and a fresh packet of stockings. She fastens the suspenders around my waist.She opens the packet of stockings, isveçbahis yeni giriş shakes them so they unfold and strokes them across my quivering body. She kneels down. I raise my right foot as she rolls up the stocking then slips it over my foot. She unrolls the stocking up my eager leg, smoothes it straight and fastens the four clips. Then it’s the turn of the other leg and stocking.“Bra next,” says Mistress. “The pink ruffled satin one, size 40C.” Vikki returns to the chest, opens another drawer, searches through the bras and returns with a stunning pink satin bra with ruffles. Once again she drapes it across my body first, teasing me with the wonderful feel of the satin. I hold my arms out in front of me and vikki slides the bra up them, then walks behind me to do up the clasp. She then tucks a C-cup falsie into each side.“Now for the difficult decision. Panties? Or bloomers? Hard to choose but I think bloomers as they will peek out from under your dress and be more humiliating.” Vikki returns with a pair of pink ruffled glass-silk see-through bloomers. I step into them and vikki pulls them up tight then smoothes the legs down to just above my knee. By this time I am so excited I start to get hard. “Enough of that!” says Mistress, slapping my penis through the bloomers with her riding crop. “Petticoats next! Seven layers in white chiffon, if you please vikki.” Vikki goes to the wardrobe, returns with the oh-so-gorgeous pettis and I step into them. Vikki arranges them nicely, tugging them up and down till they are perfectly even.