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Post by wannabeglam on May 13, 2009 5:08:43 GMT -4
Daphne bounces out of the bath and before you are fully dressed, she appears again looking radiant in a purple sequined gown. Even her hair is perfect! "Come ON, sissy! We have to go right this second!"
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Post by crayle on May 14, 2009 5:45:20 GMT -4
I lok around. All I have on is my frilly apron and a pair of high heels! I want to protest, to object... but I remember how badly that worked out before. No, better go along. But I'm Soooo horny!
"Yes. Mistress," I say, still shy and reluctant. "But-but where are we going?"
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Post by wannabeglam on May 14, 2009 17:40:30 GMT -4
She turns around and reaches for your neck.
SNAP!
Collar locked into place, she grins. Now fetch the leash from the wall over there and let's go.
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Post by crayle on May 15, 2009 3:36:59 GMT -4
Increasingly nervous, I mice over in my high heels and fetch the leash.
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Post by wannabeglam on May 15, 2009 5:10:47 GMT -4
Daphne roars, "COME ON, SISSY! HURRY IT UP!"
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Post by crayle on May 16, 2009 5:17:35 GMT -4
Terrified of displeasing you, I mince quickly back over and then, on inspiration, curtsey as I hand you the leash, though I feel absolutely ridiculous doing it in nothing but an apron.
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Post by wannabeglam on May 16, 2009 10:08:24 GMT -4
With a click, the leash is attached and Daphne positively drags towards the rear of the room where a large double door appears. The doors open upon what appears to be a lavish party. Approving eyes and smiles take in Daphne in all her glory, and then they see you. There are several open smiles, a few muffled chuckles.
You feel embarassment creeping over you face and wonder how it could get any worse.
Then you notice the crowd of people are your friends, and work associates. Even classmates from school. All of them looking at you. You in nothing but an apron.
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Post by crayle on May 17, 2009 5:52:21 GMT -4
I stand there, positively dizzy with embarrassment, blushing so hard my ears tingle. I want to turn and run away...
Then I remember: I look female now, and my skin is black--I look so different, surely no one here will know it's ME!
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Post by wannabeglam on May 17, 2009 10:09:30 GMT -4
Daphne leads you through the crowd to a thick steel pole. She attaches her end of the leash to the pole and turns to you. "Enjoy, sissy. I'll see you in a little bit."
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Post by crayle on May 18, 2009 5:15:47 GMT -4
I reach up to undo the leash from the pole, but it's locked on with a tiny padlock! And, I discover, my collar is locked, too -- I'm stuck here! Like THIS! Thank goodness no one can recognize me...
A cute young blonde approaches, her long straight hairstyle making her look even more youthful in her T-shirt and jeans. It's Lilly: we've been seeing each other a lot lately, and she always seemed to love my masterful, dominant love-making.
Now, though, she looks at me with a lip curled in scorn.
"So Crayle," she sneers, "Is this really where your head's at? All feminine and submissive like that?"
She knows me!
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Post by wannabeglam on May 18, 2009 16:58:54 GMT -4
Lilly grins wider. "Oh yes, love. I know its you in there."
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Post by crayle on May 19, 2009 4:52:07 GMT -4
A man saunters over: tall, athletic, manly... just the opposite of me! I recognize Paul, my stock broker. "Well Crayle," he chuckles as he eys my shapely breasts and bottom, "I see you're taking care of your--assets!"
Across the room, I see others looking, smirking, laughing....
THEY ALL KNOW ME!
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Post by wannabeglam on May 19, 2009 7:42:31 GMT -4
You feel your eyes welling with tears. So humiliating, so unbelievably awful. You look through the crowd and catch Daphne's eye. She's at the bar, with a large cocktail in hand, pointing at you and......negotiating.....maybe.... with someone?
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Post by crayle on May 20, 2009 10:26:18 GMT -4
I reach up to detatch my leash from the pole or free my collar, but suddenly Paul pulls my wrists behind me and I hear an ominous "Snick!"
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Post by wannabeglam on May 20, 2009 19:39:04 GMT -4
You catch Daphne's eye and she laughes at you and points. Heads turn again...
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