A Cold Drink for my Mistress

"Yes Mistress, as always, I obey Your instructions to the letter."

It was now time to dress rachel and I instructed her to remove her male clothing which she did eagerly. I started with the bustier, which I cinched up very tightly, poor rachel could hardly breathe. Then she put on the stockings, being careful to align the seams where they were nice and straight. She knows I like a neat and attractive sub and she is always most fastidious about her attire. Next she slipped into the red nighty, it hit her just below her panties, showing just a hint of the garters that held up her hose. Finally, she put on her shoes and I secured the locks that assured that they would stay on until I decided to remove them. Oh, she looked so very feminine, from neck to toe every bit a woman and from the neck up very much the male form she was when she entered the room. Her male head stood out so prominently and looked so out of place with such a beautiful female form that it rested upon. It was my full intention to exploit this odd looking creature as best I could.

Now she awaited the final part of her transformation, the application of makeup, which I always did for her. But today, I felt like something a little different. I looked at the empty water glass sitting on the table. Rachel caught My gaze, saw what I was looking at and asked if she could get Me a drink.

I said, "Yes, rachel, that would be nice."

rachel went to the faucet and drew Me a glass of water and proceeded to hand it to Me.

"Where is My ice? You know I like My drinks cold."

Then she turned her head and in utter horror realized that the ice bucket was empty. "Mistress, please, no."

"rachel, go and get me some ice, you may wear this robe if you like." I handed her an almost sheer red chiffon robe that wasn't about to hide anything, although it did have a slightly longer hemline. I watched her walk out the door and start the long and painful descent down the narrow hallway to the ice machine. There were a couple of motel maids in the hall and an older couple walking toward her. I could tell that this was very humiliating for her, and that is expressly the reason I made her do it, to humiliate her, to drive her into submission, to beat her down so I could build her back up again into something that she and I could be proud of.