I am sitting by myself in what appears to be a restaurant/bar that caters to women. I have been exchanging emails with Ms. Alexandria concerning a position she has open for a couple of weeks. She wanted to meet me here at "La Femme" to interview me about the position. I am sitting at a table in the back of the bar area waiting for Ms. Alexandria to arrive.
While I am waiting for her to arrive let me tell you a little about the situation. A few weeks ago I come across Ms. Alexandria's ad on an adult web site that I occasionally visit. She indicated she was looking for a male submissive to serve her on weekends and on other specific occasions. She indicated that she had been a pro-dominatrix at one time by had left that, but occasionally saw former clients. The ad indicated that the person who would be successful in the position would need to be very submissive, a masochist, bi, enjoy being humiliated and be willing to do domestic chores. I responded stating that I was in my early 60s, widowed and recently retired. I indicate that I had some experience in BDSM and was open to all that she had mentioned in her ad. Over the next two weeks we exchange emails almost daily with Ms. Alexandria asking questions and me replying to them and telling her of some of my experiences. During the exchange she gave me the sissy name, "Nora." Two days ago she had sent me the instructions for this meeting.
I was dressed as Ms. Alexandria had instructed with khaki slacks and an Oxford shirt, looking somewhat like a male on the outside. Underneath this I have a lacy pink camisole, a pink garter belt, pink stockings, pink ruffled panties and bright pink anklets. As I was going over our emails in my mind I saw Ms. Alexandria enter the room and all eyes turned to her. She was dressed to the nines, a tight sheer white blouse with a dark colored bra underneath supporting her beautiful C-cup breasts, a black dress that ended several inches above her knees, black hose and knee high black high-heeled boots. As she surveyed the room she recognized me from the pictures we had exchanged and started walking toward my location.
As she reached the table I stood and took her hand and kissed it. Reaching for the chair I pulled it out so she could sit down and helped slide the chair back into place. Ms. Alexandria indicated that that I should move and stand beside her and unzip my slacks. I did this as our waitress approached the table.
The waitress asked, "Can I get our something to drink?"
Ms. Alexandria responded, "Give me just a second, "as she reached into my slacks.
"Very good sissy, you have panties on as I requested, do you have the other items on as well?" questioned Ms. Alexandria.
"Yes Ms. Alexandria," I replied as a surprised look crossed our waitress' face.
"Nora, sit here next to me and unbutton your shirt to your waist and pull it apart, I want to see the camisole you're wearing." I did as Ms. Alexandria instructed as the waitress watched in surprise.
Ms. Alexandria turned to the waitress and said, "I hope you have enjoyed out little show, there may be more to come. In the meantime I will have a glass of white wine; sissy will have a glass of water and bring me an empty to-go cup, lid and straw as well."
Ms. Alexandria then turned to me saying, "I like that pretty camisole, sissy, keep your shirt open as it is. You did very well following instructions, but they will get more difficult from here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Alexandria."
"Very good Nora. When the waitress returns I will order dinner for the two of us. When the waitress asks what kind of dressing does sissy want you are to reply, "Mistress will supply the dressing", do you understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Alexandria." I replied as the waitress returned with our drinks and the to go cup.
"May I take your order?" asked the waitress.