It didn't take me long to find something to wear. The lucky choice of attire was a sexy school girl's outfit I used to wear in a lot of my "private" encounters. It was complete with a blouse and plaid mini skirt. To make sure I was up to bitch's standards, I threw on some makeup here and there to give me a bit of an edge.
A little bit of lipstick here, some mascara there, it was my usual routine with crossdressing. If I wanted to be pretty, I could make myself look damn attractive. That I know for sure. But now I was doing it for the sake of my locked up manhood.
At the living room clock, the time showed 7:58. I had just a little bit more time. But even I didn't waste those precious moments. I went over to the bathroom mirror gave myself a once-over, looking at every inch of my body. I looked cute enough. To be honest, I looked damn right delicious! I always loved my school girl outfit.
I managed to give myself just enough of a fake bust to give a little eye candy up front. And I already had a nice plump ass in the back. Add a pair of white lacy underwear and I was ready to play the innocent little school girl being sent to detention. So many good times were had with this outfit. But sadly, none of them could distract me from the current situation.
I glanced at the clock one more as I reached for my phone, dialed the number once again, and waited as the busy tone repeated itself. On the third time, I heard a voice from the other side.
"Good evening, my little pet," The female's voice chirped. I was beginning to hate that fucking voice. It made me want to smash her face in.
"Just get to the point. Alright? Now-"
"Ah, ah, ah," She said cutting me off. "I'm the one in charge now, pet. Now unless you want your key back, you will do exactly what I say. Now is that understood? "
I thought for a moment. I thought real hard. I was in no room to trade, compromise, or even talk about the current situation. She had me by the balls, both literally and metaphorically. And all I could do was follow suit and pray that she delivered in the end. I swallowed before speaking. "Yes," I managed to say.
"Yes, Mistress," she said right after. "You will refer to me as Mistress. Understood pet?"
God, I really wanted to deck her so much. But I played along. "Yes... mistress."
I heard a giggle from the other side and I swear she was probably smiling with a devilish grin on her face. "Good girl," she replied. "Now, I want you to go to this address immediately. It's two-thirty-eight, Hollow Way Boulevard. I'm sure you can find your way around to get there."
"Yes, mistress," I replied dryly
"I thought so, "she said. "But don't dilly dally. I will not tolerate my pet being late. Understood?"
"Yes... Mistress." I felt like a mindless zombie repeating myself over and over again. It was starting to get irritating. But I had to keep on going with this game. She let out another giggle as she spoke.
"Good to hear. I'll be waiting, my pet." She then hung up.
I placed a hand on my temples as I went to my computer. Thank God for the internet sometimes. If you wanted to find something quick, All you had to do was Google it. Need a number? Google it. Need a recipe? Google it. It was one of the many marvels of this age of technology.
Yet, I had such a primitive device strapped to my cock. Nevertheless, I found the directions with ease, copied them to a loose slip of paper, and headed out the door. It was now time to meet her, sadly not on less stressful terms.
About ten minutes had elapsed while I ventured down the sides roads of town, keeping my form away from any wandering eyes. I loved my outfit to death, but I wasn't the type of guy to show it off in the middle of public. If it was a private show, I'll be all for it. I'll even have a lot more fun if the person I was "entertaining" was blindfolded.
But out here, I felt naked. The cool wind didn't help at all as the breeze constantly swiped at my skirt. But I managed to get to my destination without any major difficulty, occasionally slipping in a nearby hiding place here and there to avoid the crowd's sight. I made it.
Before me, was a small house. There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could see. It looked too small to suggest that she was a multimillionaire big shot. And it was smack dab right in the middle of a neighborhood. It was odd at first. But I was starting to understand her point of view a little. I mean if I was a two-faced bitch, I wouldn't want to stick out like a sore thumb.
Her place looked similar to the other houses around hers, sharing similar qualities. All of them were made from brick and wood, had one driveway that led to a garage, and was only one story tall. Good thing there weren't any dogs out. The last thing I wanted was her neighbors being alerted about a cross-dressing man that was approaching her house.
Still, I walked towards her house, being mindful of the front yard as I went to the door. I really didn't want to give her any more reasons to be pissed at me. As I approached the door, I knocked on it twice and waited. Then it opened, revealing the voluptuous female from the bakery again.
I was already ogling at how she was dressed, feeling my mouth agape at her appearance. She wore a black latex corset that pushed her breasts upward, giving them a nice little boost. Knee high boots encased her feet. Her hips swayed, parading her latex panties. A riding crop was in her shiny gloved hand, tapping the end at her palm. I couldn't help but stare. I was still angry at the sneaky little bitch. But my god did she look hot in all of that latex. For a moment, I stood there in awe, unable to speak.
She slapped her open palm again. "Inside my house, pet," She ordered firmly, holding the door for me. Part of me wanted to argue, wanted to snap at her. But the other half got the best of me, commanding my legs with a docile manner, entering inside. She closed the door as I entered. And before I could even get one word out of my mouth, she pushed me, hard, forcing me against the wall of the guest hall.
The tip of her riding crop shushed me as those domineering eyes pierced right through me. I couldn't help myself. I froze up, unable to speak or act, almost helpless as her ruby lips curled upward and small dark giggle slithered past them. "Now you're all mine. And just to make it clear. You WILL do exactly as I say, to the key. Any lip from you and there WILL be hell to pay. I will make sure of it."
Her presence seeped out of every word she spoke. My voice was stuck in my throat. But I slowly nod my head, biting my lip. Instantly she grabbed my arm forcefully and flipped me around, pushing my face into the wall. "Hands behind your back pet." I did what she said, placing them at the small of my back. Then, I started to hear clicking and the rattling of chains.
"W-wait." I managed to blurt out. "I was supposed to get the key from you, right?"
I was about to add more to my question. But she quickly snatched a handful of my hair, pulling me to her face, hissing into my ear. "Did I say you could speak, slut?" She said. Her voice sent chills, shivers that crawled all over my skin. Why did I felt so weak, so powerless? Each second I was in the room with her, I felt as if my pride as a free man was being stripped away.
She threw my head back to the wall and suddenly I felt the cold steel of bracelets around my wrists. I tested my hands for a moment, realizing that I couldn't separate them. Well, that answers my question if she put handcuffs on me or not. She snatched me from the wall when I was done, spun my body around, and returned my gaze back to her eyes, those evil ruling eyes. Her gaze was sharp and forceful, making it difficult for me to keep my sight locked on her.
"Now, my pet," She started again. "If you would like the privilege to cum again, then I suggest you be a good little girl." I could feel her finger brush against the metal of my cock cage. Please take it off. Please. "If not. That's always fine by me." She withdrew her finger and her smile grew wider. "I've always loved disciplining wild animals." I swallowed spit and averted my gaze. What did I get myself into?
My new mistress yanked my bound arm and pulled me down the hallway as I hung my head down, averting her eyes but still feeling her suffocating presence. All my resistance had been drained, burned out. Just like that, I was done. Was it because she had my key? Was it because of her look? It could be because damn she could wear a corset.
I was confused, silent, watching my surroundings as she guided me to the house. It was a small house. Nothing was completely out in the ordinary. The hallway and rooms that she guided me into reminded me of a nature cabin interior, giving off a very distant vibe to the area.
She then stopped, grabbed my face and pulled my gaze to hers. Those eyes. They were burning, radiating with absolute dominance. Just staring at them shattered my pride, ripped my dignity apart, and destroyed any ideas of defying her. I felt shivers tickle my skin at her glare, her aura suppressing any rebellion in me. I was losing this battle.
"Kneel," she growled and suddenly my knee went weak. My body fell to the ground, standing at my knees as I lowered my head. My mind was still remembering her glare, that strangling gaze. The heel of her boot rose up to the back of my neck, pushing my head to the soft rug below me. The act made my rear rise up in the air like a cat in heat. A small grumble crawled out from my throat. And she quickly responded with a swift stinging blow from the crop to my ass. "Did I ask for your opinion pet?" She snapped at me.
