This is the 4
th
part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves
4. Girls Night Out
Belle fretted terribly about what she should wear that evening. Her Lady had said to dress casual, but this would be the first time she would ever be going out 'socially' so she had to look perfect. That also caused her some concern however. The last thing in the world she wanted to do this night was to call attention to herself. She was sure that everyone would know. True, everyone in the manor knew, but they all accepted her unconditionally for what she was. She didn't think that most others would be so forgiving.
While Abel did all of the food and cleaning supply shopping for the manor, Belle had only been out in 'public' one time before, and that had been several weeks earlier. At the very beginning Edward had supplied her with a few different maid uniforms, and some functional ladies undergarments. When it became evident shortly after that she would need more than this, he gave her several catalogues to have her choose whatever other apparel she felt that she needed, which he would then order online. He made it clear to her that being the property of the Lady, the Lady would be providing for it all. Afraid to incur any significant cost for the Lady, Belle had not ordered much, and only the most inexpensive articles she could find. When the Lady eventually found this out, to Belle's horror she insisted on taking her out on a shopping spree.
With Thomas as their driver, Lady D directed them first to a high end Lingerie store. There, after much consideration and 'consultation' with the petrified Belle, she selected for her a number of daring, even racy items, from frilly nightgowns, to lacy bras and panties, and even a garter belt and fishnet stockings. She then gave her enough money to pay for it all and had her take them all to the check out to personally purchase. The young salesgirl there, appearing no older than Belle, smiled and clucked approvingly as she went through and accounted each selection as Belle stood in front of her, dying a thousand deaths.
Even more stomach clenching for her was the next place that the Lady took them. It was the most popular ladies clothing store in the area. Here, not only did the Lady choose a wide variety of dresses, blouses and skirts for her, but Belle was required to try them all on. Each time she went into the dressing room she obsessed about the stories she had heard that these areas were constantly monitored by security cameras to protect against theft, and that after such observation of her she would be apprehended when she came out for her much greater crime. When this never occurred she was only slightly less frazzled as she was then forced to 'model' each new article of clothing under the discerning scrutiny and analysis of the saleslady and her Lady.
As harrowing as those experiences had been however, at least she now had a brand new and fairly extensive wardrobe from which to choose this evening's wear. Yet she still went about selecting with severe trepidation. Abel was decidedly masculine and hetero. Though strongly submissive in nature he certainly had intense urges and was always sexually stimulated whenever he was utilized by any female in his natural form. But for as long as he could remember he also had occasional fervid cravings to experience being a female, especially if forced into that role by another female for her amusement and pleasure. It wasn't that Abel thought he was a woman trapped in a man's body. He had never entertained any thoughts or desire for any transgender procedure to actually become a woman. He was happy being a man. It was just that at times he had the overwhelming obsession to be, and be used as a woman. But only by another woman.
He had lived his life so far believing that he was some kind of pervert, and had only dabbled at the edges of his fantasies in strict solitude. But dressing up in women's attire alone in the privacy of his own room did little to satisfy his real hunger, even as it still fueled his constant fear of discovery and continued self disgust. His cyber conversations with Edward had begun to help him see that he wasn't sick or twisted, but that he just had desires different from the norm, desires that would never hurt anyone even as they seemed to him impossible to attain. He continued to believe though that many if not most people, if they knew, would still regard with disdain.
But the Lady had changed all of that. Abel had little doubt that Edward had hinted to her beforehand about his predilections, but from the first she had gazed into his heart and saw that there were two. And she demanded from the very outset to have and use both. Abel would always continue to be, but she had helped to create Belle, and continued to fashion her into what she wanted her to become. Abel and Belle weren't split personalities. They knew, understood, and were always aware of each other. But they were separate, and the Lady insisted that they remain so at all times, so as to better for her to enjoy their individual pleasures. This had not only allowed Belle to grow, but had given Abel the time and chance to begin to accept. And even to come to approve.
Still, the two were not equal. Abel could and did exist and survive in the outside world, while Belle was convinced that she could not, and wouldn't want to. But the Lady apparently had other ideas, and Belle had no choice but to submit to the Lady's will. She would be and do whatever the Lady, her creator and owner, desired, whatever the cost.
She finally selected her ensemble for the evening. A rose colored satin blouse with a slight ruffle in front, accompanied by a burgundy colored skirt that went down below her knees to just cover the dark suede, calf high boots with two inch heels that were among the number of different footwear that the Lady had purchased for her at the shoe store that had been the last stop on their shopping adventure. Underneath she made sure to wear the lacy black panties, and a sheer, almost see through black bra, hoping that maybe, when this night ended ...
She then spent over a half hour combing and brushing out her shoulder length blonde hair so that as perfectly as possible it framed her face, to which she meticulously applied makeup as subtly as she could. The final touch was a lovely red embroidered pashima which she hung delicately over her shoulders.
Convinced that she would never pass muster or her Lady's approval, but knowing that it would be unforgivable to be late, Belle then forced herself out to the front of the manor where Thomas was waiting by the side of the car. He greeted her with a low admiring whistle as she approached. She dipped her head in embarrassment, but she really did appreciate it. She knew that he was in no way mocking. Thomas, indeed all of the slaves, had been fully supportive of her, and of each other, every step of the way, which helped to make their toil and the many ordeals encountered in their service to the Lady so much more bearable and fulfilling.
A half an hour later, at twenty after six, Deanna stepped out of the front door of the manor which Edward had opened for her. She was dressed in a gray shirt with matching gray pants and wearing black flats. Her normally flowing hair was pulled backward from the front and then bound up in a bun in the back, and it didn't appear that she was wearing any makeup at all. Both Abel and Belle had always thought of their Lady's appearance as stunning, but this night, though elegant, it was far more austere, even severe. It was almost as if, Belle thought nervously, she wanted someone else to stand out this night.
Thomas bowed his head down and up as Belle curtsied and they both simultaneously greeted her with "My Lady." Deanna nodded to Thomas, and then turned her attention to Belle. "You look QUITE fetching, Belle." she said smiling. "I strongly suspect you're going to turn a lot of heads tonight."
Belle's face became beet red and remained so as Thomas opened the back door of the car for the Lady and then Belle to enter. Once they were settled in and Thomas had assumed his place in the driver's seat, Deanna turned and again smiled toward Belle. "This is supposed to be a fun girls' outing for us tonight Belle, so I don't think it fits for you to be referring to my as your 'Lady'. For this evening just call me EL ... for Lady"
"Yes My Lady." Belle answered, then shrank back as, though still smiling, the Lady's eyes narrowed. "I mean, EL." she hurried to correct.
Deanna's eyes softened, "Good." She then turned to Thomas and leaned forward to hand him a slip of paper.
"This is the name and address where we're going tonight Thomas. Put it in the GPS and let's get moving."
"Yes, My Lady." he responded as he hastened to comply.
The place, still unrevealed to Belle, that Deanna had selected for their evening out was a dinner club and bar that catered exclusively to those of the lesbian persuasion. Though open to the public, its advertisements on the web strongly discouraged the attendance of men, even gay men. All women were welcome, but it was meant primarily to be a place where followers of Lesbos, either as singles, in pairs, or in groups, could gather socially, comfortably and enjoyably with those of their own orientation. While neither the Lady nor Belle were of that type, Belle being even dramatically less so, Deanna had two reasons for choosing this establishment. The first was that she wanted to have some direct observation and experience of such a place for a scene she was planning to include in her latest novel. More important though was that while she had no real desire for their true natures to be exposed, she did want to savor the thrill in herself, and the apprehension in Belle, of the ongoing danger of potential discovery as the night progressed.
The club was located in one of the larger suburban towns just outside of the main city. It was about a forty minute drive from the manor, and during the trip there Deanna chatted amiably throughout on all manner of topics, to which it didn't appear to concern her that Belle's responses were persistently quiet and short. Belle very much prayed that this remained the pattern for the evening.. Though she had tried her very best to look the part, she knew that her voice was much lower than would be expected, and which she would try to mask by speaking very softly if forced to say anything to anyone else. Far better, she concluded hopefully, for her to just be seen and not heard.
Once the GPS got them successfully to their destination, Thomas parked in front and jumped out to open the car door for his Lady. Belle slid out after. Deanna handed him a fifty dollar bill.
"Go get something to eat Thomas, and then come back right away and wait for us in the car."
"Yes, My Lady. Thank you, My Lady." he replied. Deanna then twined her arm with Belle's and walked her into the club.
It didn't take long for Belle to notice that everyone inside was female. The club was crowded, particularly around the long bar in the front. After a few moments a hostess arrived and asked them their pleasure and Deanna indicated that they would like a table for two for dinner, near the small stage in back if possible. The hostess checked, noted that a table was available, and then led them past the bar back to it.
As she walked to the table Belle felt that every eye in the club was on her, and as a first time very attractive new patron, many actually were. Once they were seated and they began scanning the menus given them, she somewhat furtively spied the surroundings. There were women of all ages, many in pairs at the smaller tables enjoying a quiet dinner, although there were also a number of larger tables with larger groups. There was also a fair collection of singles, most of them clustered around the bar, doing what singles do in such a setting in any type of club. Heart in her stomach, Belle now fully understood though just what type of club THIS was, and how she was not only one, but a double imposter.
A young waitress come to the table to take their order. Her smiling attention lingered on Belle for several long moments before she turned to Deanna, order pad in hand.
"Why don't you order for us, Belle." Deanna spoke. "I know you know what I like."
Belle's head jolted as if struck, before the waitress shifted her attention back her friendly smile widening even more. Belle pointed her face down toward the menu desperately trying to decide how to safely proceed.
