A Letter to my Master

Satisfied, I put on the bra, carefully adjusting the straps. I then put in the breast enhancements, ensuring that they are glued into place. They are fleshed coloured and then I put a little foundation on to ensure that the line between them and me is blurred.

Next on is the pull ups. I sit on the bed in front of the full length mirror and watch myself pull them on. I look sexy in a slutty sort of way, which I hope is what my Charles will want tonight.

Now I put on the shoes and thank goodness that I have practiced in them. I do up the straps and walk around the room, taking every opportunity to look at myself in the mirror. My bum is good and I am glad that I have exercised and kept my abs in shape.

Finally, I slip on the dress and let it fall down my body and turn to look in the mirror. Master has joked that if I looked good enough, he would take me out dressed. As I critically appraised myself, I knew that he would take me up on that offer.

I pressed my hand to my crutch and felt my manhood, now encased in the panties and knew it was now my womanhood, my clitoris for my master's use. I felt the tingle also in my boy cunt, knowing that Master would want to use that as well.

So, I was ready. One last thing. A spray of Chanel to give me the final feminine touch. Made up, dressed and lubed and ready to go. One final look in the mirror and I went into the living room to await my fate.

No sooner had I sat down on the sofa, than there was a knock at the door. It could only be one person.

I got up, smoothed my dress and calmed my nerves. I then walked to the door, practicing my sexy walk, moving my hips. My stomach rolled, turning to liquid. I could feel very part of my clothes against my body now. Could feel the dress brushing against my back, and the back and front of my legs. The bra strap against my back. My cock, tucked away, but still erect within the satin feel of my panties. The gap between the top of my hold-ups and my panties, the feel of the soft flesh there.