Thanks for reading my stories, this chapter is a shorter one than some of my others, but I wanted to get it out there so you didn't think I forgot about it. As always comments and ratings are appreciated.
As I reached the restaurant to have lunch and await my next set of instructions from Sage, I realized just how hungry I was. All I had eaten was the fruit plate at breakfast nearly six hours ago, and I could begin feeling my body send signals for replenishment. Hopefully I would get time to eat my lunch, and not have to leave it behind as I had with my coffee.
Upon entering the eatery the hostess greeted me, but I could sense she was caught off guard by my drastic hair style, and minimal outfit. She was able to seat me without showing too much of her bewilderment, and I was soon left alone in a booth by the front window to study the menu. Considering my hunger, I decided to order a burger and fries when the waiter came by to greet me. I could tell he too was curious as about my look, but also didn't let on openly. I guess these types of encounters from strangers are something I will have to get used too, and who knows how those that actually know me will react; just thinking about it however, was getting me aroused.
I sat alone in my booth, sipping at my drink, as I awaited not only my lunch but also the next set of instructions I knew to be coming from Sage. I had my phone sitting atop the table so that way I would immediately know when they would come through. It just so happened that both of my waits came to an end at precisely the same moment; my phone buzzing to life as the waiter was setting my plate down in front of me. Once he left me to my meal, I immediately picked up my phone to read the message. Though I was hungry, my desire to see what my mistress had in store for me next was much greater.
"You should by now have ordered your lunch, when it arrives you may eat, but halfway through your meal go to the women's restroom. Inside you will find a pair of scissors taped under the sink. Retrieve the scissors and then remove your dress. You are then to cut an inch off the bottom of your dress, and then leave the discarded piece of dress and the scissors on the counter before putting your dress back on and returning to finish your lunch. This is to all be done in the open area of the restroom; use of a stall is strictly forbidden. Text me for further instructions upon finishing your meal."
Sage certainly knew how to push me, and build up my level of excitement and arousal. The idea of being naked in the public restroom of a restaurant while I made an alteration to my dress was insane, and yet electrifyingly exciting too. Cutting an inch from the length of my dress meant it would barely be long enough to cover me completely, and would certainly make me look further the part of a slut; my pussy gushed at the thought.
Considering my hunger, and my desire to complete my next task, I quickly scarfed down half of my burger and fries, and hurriedly made my way to the women's restroom. Fortunately, I was the only one there, and in fact had only noticed one other female in the restaurant other than the wait staff. Considering it was lunch time on a weekday, that may have accounted for the sparse clientele. I took this as a blessing as I would soon be standing naked in a very public space, so less people meant less chance of someone walking in on me. However, the idea of that type of embarrassment and humiliation only spurred my arousal.
Once inside, I made quick work of finding the scissors taped away, and soon had my dress off as well. The scene wasn't lost on me though as I set up to begin cutting away the dress, the scene being a naked women except for heels and a collar making an extreme public alteration to her dress, while sporting an extreme haircut; my body trembled as I thought about what I must look like from the perspective of an outsider. Pushing those thoughts away for the moment, I focused my mind on cutting my dress. I measured out what seemed close to an inch with my fingers, and meticulously began to cut away the bottom of my dress. I did my best to make sure that the cut was straight and uniform by taking my time; which of course only drew out the amount of time I was spending naked in the restroom.
With the alteration complete, I set the strip of fabric with the scissors down on the counter as Sage had instructed, and then held the dress up to review my work. A quick look and it seemed rather straight, and I felt satisfied with myself in my completion of the task. I slipped the dress back onto my body and looked myself over in the mirror to see just how much shorter the dress was. With about an inch removed, the bottom of the dress now rested just above mid-thigh and seemed to be just long enough in the back to cover the entirety of my butt. Satisfied with my achievement and the new adjustment to my look, I left the restroom to return to my meal.
