The following is a true story. It is a summation of a multi-day out-of-state trip with my Domme, and is intended to stand as a record of this trip. This will not to be an over-the-top piece of fantasy writing (although to say that this trip did not go over-the-top at times would be less than honest, as you are about to find out if you stick around).
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Day 1 - ARRIVAL
The drive to our destination was a little over 5 hours in total. Every mile we drove further away from home felt like a little more of a decent into a place where it could all be let go. Out of the business suit and the world I control, to one where I wear whatever SHE decides, one where SHE has all of the control. Some people call it Dallas. I call it Heaven.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Miss Gia had been busy on the trip down. By the time we reached the outskirts of Dallas she had plotted a shopping trip for more sissy clothing, made contact with a local BDSM club, and imparted several "trip rules" that were definitely setting the tone and behavior expectations early.
She had also made sure my submissive headspace was set by pulling her favorite paddle out of the toy bag and laying it on the dash of the car.
The small red rubber paddle was the single most vicious implement I have ever known. It was covered with small little rubber spikes and could break the skin and draw blood easily.
She was an expert at using it, and given that I had served her for over a year, I knew she wouldn't hesitate to use it. In fact, I was pretty sure she was looking forward to it.
A few miles out from our hotel we took an exit to a shopping center she had selected. As we got out of the car she reminded me, "don't forget your purse."
Oh. That.
She had done quite a bit of pre-trip shopping and one of the items she had purchased for me was a large pink purse. I didn't know if I was ready for this, or not, but it didn't matter. Not because I wasn't scared, but because as she said that I saw her grab that red paddle and put it in her own purse.
Inside the store we hit the shoe section, and then the ladies plus size section. By the time we reached the dressing rooms we had a cart full of clothing. Anyone watching us shop could easily have figured out what was going on. She was a size 2, I was anything but, and carrying a pink purse.
We had to check our purses, and then moved into the family assist dressing room with the first 10 items. She had me try them all on, then selected the ones she liked. She had me wait in the dressing room while she returned to the basket for more clothing. Eventually she selected the items I would soon be wearing, and we checked out and headed back to the car.
After a quick check in at the hotel, we had an appointment to make. It was a 6pm appointment for my sissy nails. As we walked in the salon right on time, my heart was in my throat. She selected the colors she wanted me to wear for the weekend, and I sat patiently as the nail tech added acrylic nail tips to my fingers, and painted them a very pretty shade of pink. The exception was my two middle fingers. She had those painted black, decorated with nail art, and a very girlie set of jewels. She also sent me for a pedicure and had my toes painted to match the nails.
By the time we took care of a few other mundane shopping tasks, it was getting late, and our invitation to play at a local BDSM club was running out of time. I knew better than to resist as we walked back into the hotel room and she had me strip quickly. She started to apply makeup and picked her favorite choices from my sissy wardrobe.
She spent about 45 minutes on my face, and by the time she finished, it was perfect. She had me dressed and ready, then finally came the finishing touches ... shoes, a blond wig, and breast forms.
All of a sudden I looked in the mirror and saw someone else staring back. Wow.
Thank god we were late. I don't know if I would have resisted walking out of that room in complete drag for the first time, or not. Didn't matter though. I did it without hesitation. Right to the elevator. Right down to the first floor. Right through that four star lobby, and right outside.
We waited a few minutes for a cab, and then we were off!
The taxi ride was fun, but I was now nervous beyond belief. Miss Gia made conversation with the cab driver, explaining to him that I was her girlfriend, and exactly where she was taking me. I sat in humiliated silence. I could tell by the time we were half way to our destination that my silence was unacceptable, but I just didn't know what to say.
When we arrived at our destination, the party had largely broken up. However, all was not lost because we met a few very nice people who quickly authorized us to look around and told us to feel free to play with the equipment. We also quickly got an invite to come back to an even larger gathering the next night. (out of a sense of discretion I have not named this very famous and very awesome Dallas BDSM club, but if any of the members of this group happen to read this writing later, thank you so much for the warm welcome and all the fun).
Miss Gia was in a good enough mood to allow me to walk with her and our host on the first part of the tour. However, about 5 minutes in, she stopped and locked me in a cage with instructions not to move. She and our host toured the remainder of the facility while I waited patiently.
Although the party was mostly over, the equipment was still all at the ready. When Miss Gia returned, I was a little nervous as she put me over the spanking bench. I went to the next level of nerves as she leaned over and softly reminded me of my poor performance in the cab.
A cane, a dragon tail whip, and a round with our red paddle later, I was glad to have the spanking bench holding me up. I don't think I could have stood at the end of that beating.
After that short play time we took another cab back to the hotel It was approaching 3am by the time we arrived back at the room. To my surprise, she allowed me to touch myself, and even allowed me a sissy orgasm for having been a good girl (sissy orgasms are accomplished with 2 fingers only but that's another story - if you aren't familiar with one, its not as strong as a "boy" orgasm, but better than a ruined orgasm)
After the orgasm, I thought our first day in Dallas was over ... but then, as she often does, she launched the unexpected and out of the blue mind fuck.
"Let's go downstairs and have some coffee, Sindy," she said. Sindy is the name of my sissy persona, and the person I am expected to be when commanded by my Domme to be in my female gender.
I was stunned. After the orgasm I wasn't aroused, and my sissy headspace was long gone. It didn't matter though. My submission to her was way beyond physical arousal and stronger than the nuances of headspace. Way beyond. Way stronger.
Downstairs we went. I'll not lay all of the details out, but to make a long story short she paraded me around the lobby, out the front of the hotel, and pretty much all through the public areas of the property.
By the time we reached the room again, it was 5am and I could see little streaks of daylight slipping into the sky. I took off my makeup and put on the pink nightie she had me buy for this trip. It said "I wear panties" on the front, and "Sissy" on the back.
In addition to that, she handed me a small pink dildo. I knew what this was for. I curled up into a ball on the bed, and placed the pink dildo in my mouth. My instructions were to keep it in my mouth until the morning. It was going to be an interesting night.
Day 1 of Sissy School was over. Did I mention that in our original plans this was just intended to be an arrival day? Technically, I thought to myself as I sucked on a pink dildo wearing a sissy nightie, this trip hasn't even started.
DAY 2: NEW PLACES
The day started about 4 hours after the previous one had ended. We woke and she allowed me to remove the wig and nightie I had slept in.
The day was not to start slowly though. I had an early morning choice to make. Sissy clothing and make-up for the morning, or pay the price in pain. After last night I was just overwhelmed with the sissification and I chose the pain.
Had I known the specifics I might have chosen differently.
She had me sit on the bed while she removed 4 very long needles from our play bag. She placed them in a + pattern just above my right nipple. This technique is called a pain button. This particular button was going to be hers to play with the entire day.
We spent the morning getting coffee, grabbing a few mundane supplies for the room, and shopping for better sissy shoes and a few more accessories. I wasn't dressed as a sissy for these activities, but she did make me carry the purse. She also made a rule about not tucking my hands to hide the nails.
She constantly found things to "brush off" my shirt, or other reasons to hit that pain button. By the time it had been in about 2 hours the burning sensation was off the charts. I still shiver to think about the sensations when she actually pushed on it, and she did that quite often.
The capstone even of this day was to be the play party we had scored an invitation to the night before. As we dressed in the hotel room, the nerves started to kick in for the first time. Once again there I stood looking in the mirror. The person looking back was not me though. Well, not the me that had started this trip anyway. She was a hot blonde wearing a skirt, blouse, and everything girlie underneath. It wasn't just a physical transformation either. Miss Gia had spent weeks carefully guiding me to develop the psyche to go along with the beautiful creature. I could look into my own eyes for the first time and see a girl staring back. The boy in me was still there, but he had definitely been relegated to the back.
When we arrived at the party (by cab again - I was more talkative this time, I promise!) we quickly made our way in. I could spend an entire chapter talking about the interesting people we met before the fun even started.
Miss Gia didn't waste much time. She had me crawling behind her through various parts of the building as things got underway. Eventually we made our way to the back and we once again started on a spanking bench. This early play was foundational for the night. I wouldn't have defied her anyway, but a few welts and a little blood early on just makes sure those decisions are easy to make.
I was so deep in subspace and my sissy mindset that much of the night is a blur. I remember watching hot scene after hot scene. This event was to go on for 7 hours and it was absolutely amazing to be a part of it. I made one mistake though. As she and I were watching others, I let my submissive mannerisms slip, and I became too casual.
She let me have enough rope to hang myself, and eventually called me on it.
I wondered how badly this was going to go for me as she strapped me onto a table in the medical room. As I put my feet in the stirrups I saw her pulling out the package of needles. A new friend we had made along the way had walked into the room with us. Miss Gia was explaining to her the concept of a pain button, and looking at my thighs.
Sure enough, it wasn't long that she started working the first needle into my right thigh. I lost count, but I believe in the end there were 8 - 10 needles pushed in close to each other. I screamed for each one. There were other people in the room now as well, watching her expertise with the needles, and probably enjoying my screams.
