Pt II
I opened the letter. As I began to read I became more and more frightened by what was happening! What had I gotten myself into? Yet my sissy cock ached with arousal!
Sissy kitty, I began to read...
Firstly you will follow these instructions precisely. I do not think we need to reiterate the punishments you don"t. Knowing you will when you finally realise you are now mine and all your dreams are about to come true sissy. Just let them katey.
I ordered Mistress Michelle to get me a new sissy. You where perfect from.the start. Slim femme body. Eager to please and your fantasies actually fitted what I want perfectly. So just accept what you are. What you have allways been and what you are going to become. Do not blame Mistress Michelle, she adores you and had no choice. She did not want to fully feminize and sissify for me so her only way out was, is you. Don't worry soon enough you will perform every single slutty desire you have both talked at great length about. And much more.
However you are now my sissy. So turn on the laptop in the bottom of the case now so I can see you.....
Oh my God I thought doing exactly as Miss X said. The screen was on and the light told me I was being recorded. All I could see on the screen though was myself, I looked petrified and feeble. Then a msg. 'Hi katey. Make sure i can see you at all times. Now finish your letter you silly little bitch'
..... In one hour you are booked in at the salon on the corner. At 3 PM. Ask for Jane and introduce yourself as kitty kay. She is expecting you. Do not be late.Wear the 6 inch pink stilletoes, the matching pink bra and Knicks and put yourself in the clitty cage whilst I watch right away......
The pink matching set was gorgeous and expensive. As where the shoes, I had to put ice on my cock to make it really tiny to fit in the cage. Only my sissy end poked out rubbing against the Lacey silky panties. I was so turned on auto pilot kicked in and I quickly made a decision to just forget my fear and worry and just do as I was told to! Did I really have a choice? I really am a sissy slut I thought. Being carefull to make sure Miss X could see me at all times and wondering what she looked like I continued with my orders.
I left the hotel wearing the heels, bra and Knicks, my hair in a bunch little make up and I tight pink dress to my knees. I walked to the salon a little drunk and feeling toy embarrassed as people pointed and gutted at me in mid afternoon tottering along the bust strreet.
I dealt so humiliated I had forgotten my apprehension at visiting this bloody salon! I allmost barged through the door, hardly even looking through the glass front of the salon before I did.
Slim, shy(ish), sexy(ish), sissy! Cute bum looking to learn, please and play x
