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A few weeks after I had provided the entertainment for Bill and Jane's fetish group I was once again summoned over to their house. They had decided it was time to push my training on to a higher level and to see how good a slut I was becoming. I was told to go to their house early the following Friday evening.
I arrived by train as usual and once Mistress Jane had picked me up and driven me to their house I went through my usual preparations. After I had removed what little body hair had grown since our last get together and received my enema, I was led back into my bedroom.
This time the clothes laid on the bed were very much of a sluttish nature. They consisted of a black lacy thong with matching black corset, black fishnet stockings to attach to the corsets suspenders, a short black leather mini-skirt split on either side virtually to the top and a tiger print low cut tight top.
Mistress Jane laced me into the corset and then I was left to attach the stockings and slip into my knickers. The diet that Mistress Jane had had me on was continuing to have the desired effect and coupled with the corset I now had a truly effeminate shape to my body. Mistress then stuffed the bra cups of the corset with a set of enormous false breast forms that were so heavy I had to make a real effort to stand straight.
"Don't, worry," said Mistress "You'll be spending most of the night bent over anyway," and then she laughed.
She then bent me over and pulled my thong to one side. I then felt her apply a cold liquid to my asshole and then she started pushing two of her fingers into my ass, a moment later I felt her remove her fingers and then I felt her shove a small dildo up my ass instead. I was then ordered to dress in the rest of the clothes and then to go over to the make up seat, where Mistress painted my now long nails a bright red colour, she then applied foundation, mascara, blusher, eyeliner and finally a blood red lipstick to finish.
I was then handed a long black wig, which she fixed, firmly to my head and then I was given a pair of red high heel fuck-me shoes. I was then ordered in front of the mirror. I was as always amazed at my transformation, I looked like a street hooker, my skirt way above my stocking tops and my huge breasts virtually spilling out of my low cut top.
I was then ordered downstairs, but as I turned to go into the front room Mistress stopped me and ordered me out of the front door, to where Bill was waiting in the Range Rover. I was ordered into the boot and then we set off.
Still unsure what lay ahead I just tried to make myself comfortable as we drove along. After about half and hours driving Mistress handed me a lipstick and told me to freshen up as we were nearly there. I looked out of the window and I could see we were driving along a dual carriageway out in the countryside. Just as I was applying my lipstick we pulled off the main road and into a small parking area.
The small car park was quite full which surprised me, as it was now late evening and quite dark outside. There were about 8 cars and 3 lorries plus of course ourselves. Next to the car park was a small building, which consisted of two public toilets, male and female, and a little café, which was now closed. Behind the toilet block was a path leading to a small picnic area surrounded by trees.
Mistress got out of the car and then let me out of the back. She then handed me an envelope and said, "Right slut I want you to mince across this car park in the most sluttish way you can and then go into the men's toilets, once in there go to one of the stalls and then open this envelope. Follow the instructions and remember we will be watching, any failure on your part will result in severe punishment."
I did as I was told and quickly set off across the car park. I could hear my heels clicking as I walked, they sounded like gunshots in the quite night air. I felt eyes watching me from the cars and trucks and felt myself speed up trying to get to the toilets as quickly as possible.
Then to my horror Mistress Jane shouted out from behind me, "walk slower slut", her voice sounding as loud as thunder in the open car park. I slowed my walk my face reddening as I noticed a couple of lights flick on in the cars and trucks.
Eventually I got to the toilet block and rushed in out of sight. In my haste I almost knocked over a guy coming out, he was in his forties and looked to be a truck driver, he was sweaty and smelly and had a large beer gut hanging over his jeans covered in a filthy T-shirt.
He looked at me first in shock and then in lust. I quickly rushed past him and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind me. I just stood there for a few moments catching my breath, as I did so I was able to look around the stall. The walls were covered in graffiti, almost all of it of a sexual kind. There were drawings of cocks and naked women, descriptions of sexual acts and contacts and phone numbers for people "looking for a good time", or "to get their cocks sucked". I realised to my horror that these toilets were used as meeting places for people especially gays.
I then remembered the envelope and with shaking hands opened it. Inside was another envelope and a letter. The letter read
