hell hath no fury like a mistress disobeyed. i found this out to my dismay and shame as i returned home after a night with another girl. i had foolishly cast her off, taking her time, her seriousness, her pleasure for granted. never again.
graciously she allowed me a second chance to prove that i really was her property. she granted me a small taste of what a true slave's life is like.
my first assignment was to go down to the osco drug 2 1/2 blocks away and buy lipstick...put it on in the store and then tell a complete stranger that "i am a sissy bitch and like to get fucked up the ass". needless to say i was nervous but eager. after all this is what i really wanted wasn't it? well then let's prove that i can be obedient. i walked down to osco drug and went immediately to the cosmetics section...i perused the long colorful displays for a few minutes getting my bearings before i settled on loreal. one thing i noticed off the bat was that lipstick is labelled in the most girly feminine way possible. choosing a color was difficult. finally i picked "fired up" a rather sultry red/majenta....something i couldn't really imagine any self-respecting woman actually wearing. i walked with my single purchase up to the photo-lab where a young man of about 25 was manning the cash drawer. i put my lipstick down and he raised his eyebrows before quickly regaining composure. "is that it?" he asked and i nodded shly. unfortunately i didn't have any cash so i had to stand there and sign it....i could practically hear his inner voice laughing as my hand shook out my name. i took it over to the candle aisle...where there are mirrors and puckered my lips up really big and cute and smeared the stuff on. i knew that the cashier had to be watching me as i smacked my lips together and walked out. i happen to live on the busiest and most homosexually-active street in central phoenix....i got LOTS of stares from the people waiting for the bus. finally i got back to my immediate neighborhood which consists mainly of enclosed apartments and upscale housing with minivans full of children and soccer moms. as i strolled down the sidewalk i saw a jogging woman approach and decided to try delivering my confession. i had been practising it out loud....getting used to the feel of it. as she started passing me by i turned and said, "um not to be completely weird (here her eyes popped as my thick dark lips came into focus) but i have to tell a complete stranger som...." and that's as far as i got as she threw a "i'm sorry...not me...not today" over her shoulder. so i continued walking...a bit discouraged and feeling VERY ashamed of myself. i couldn't help think of how many people would see me walk around unmarked by my mistress and remember that i'm the sissy that wears lipstick. i decided that i'd be more agressive and tell the very next human i came across. this unlucky guy turned out to be gate-guard for the condos across the street from my place. i watched him wave a soccer mom through the steel gates and stiffen slightly as i approached. about 20 feet away, he left his post and came out to the side door, looking VERY puzzled and offended. i took a deep breath...looked him dead in the eyes and said, "i have to tell you something" the guard (an old greying man...looked like 65) nodded warily and i spurted "i'm a sissy bitch and like it up the ass" in one long (yet not too fast) report. i gasped...amazed that i had actually SAID that without stuttering or freaking out. i might as well have shot him with a 45 caliber bullet....the guard stepped back and growled "you leave now or the police will be here". i could feel the hate and judgement emmanating from him. my slight cockiness left with a whimper and i turned around and walked away...making sure that he wasn't following me. luckily he never phoned the police but i got shivers anyways every time i heard a siren after that. as i crossed the street to my apartment i noticed two of my neighbors conversing in the front lawn. they took one look at my crimson lips and hushed their conversation. how embarrasing. but it's my punishment so i walked on and went to my second task.
to be continued very soon!! this is just for mistress to read and get the first details quickly...she shouldn't have to wait for me to write out the entire thing.
graciously she allowed me a second chance to prove that i really was her property. she granted me a small taste of what a true slave's life is like.
my first assignment was to go down to the osco drug 2 1/2 blocks away and buy lipstick...put it on in the store and then tell a complete stranger that "i am a sissy bitch and like to get fucked up the ass". needless to say i was nervous but eager. after all this is what i really wanted wasn't it? well then let's prove that i can be obedient. i walked down to osco drug and went immediately to the cosmetics section...i perused the long colorful displays for a few minutes getting my bearings before i settled on loreal. one thing i noticed off the bat was that lipstick is labelled in the most girly feminine way possible. choosing a color was difficult. finally i picked "fired up" a rather sultry red/majenta....something i couldn't really imagine any self-respecting woman actually wearing. i walked with my single purchase up to the photo-lab where a young man of about 25 was manning the cash drawer. i put my lipstick down and he raised his eyebrows before quickly regaining composure. "is that it?" he asked and i nodded shly. unfortunately i didn't have any cash so i had to stand there and sign it....i could practically hear his inner voice laughing as my hand shook out my name. i took it over to the candle aisle...where there are mirrors and puckered my lips up really big and cute and smeared the stuff on. i knew that the cashier had to be watching me as i smacked my lips together and walked out. i happen to live on the busiest and most homosexually-active street in central phoenix....i got LOTS of stares from the people waiting for the bus. finally i got back to my immediate neighborhood which consists mainly of enclosed apartments and upscale housing with minivans full of children and soccer moms. as i strolled down the sidewalk i saw a jogging woman approach and decided to try delivering my confession. i had been practising it out loud....getting used to the feel of it. as she started passing me by i turned and said, "um not to be completely weird (here her eyes popped as my thick dark lips came into focus) but i have to tell a complete stranger som...." and that's as far as i got as she threw a "i'm sorry...not me...not today" over her shoulder. so i continued walking...a bit discouraged and feeling VERY ashamed of myself. i couldn't help think of how many people would see me walk around unmarked by my mistress and remember that i'm the sissy that wears lipstick. i decided that i'd be more agressive and tell the very next human i came across. this unlucky guy turned out to be gate-guard for the condos across the street from my place. i watched him wave a soccer mom through the steel gates and stiffen slightly as i approached. about 20 feet away, he left his post and came out to the side door, looking VERY puzzled and offended. i took a deep breath...looked him dead in the eyes and said, "i have to tell you something" the guard (an old greying man...looked like 65) nodded warily and i spurted "i'm a sissy bitch and like it up the ass" in one long (yet not too fast) report. i gasped...amazed that i had actually SAID that without stuttering or freaking out. i might as well have shot him with a 45 caliber bullet....the guard stepped back and growled "you leave now or the police will be here". i could feel the hate and judgement emmanating from him. my slight cockiness left with a whimper and i turned around and walked away...making sure that he wasn't following me. luckily he never phoned the police but i got shivers anyways every time i heard a siren after that. as i crossed the street to my apartment i noticed two of my neighbors conversing in the front lawn. they took one look at my crimson lips and hushed their conversation. how embarrasing. but it's my punishment so i walked on and went to my second task.
to be continued very soon!! this is just for mistress to read and get the first details quickly...she shouldn't have to wait for me to write out the entire thing.