On the plane, Peincessa made me sit on the aisle, and since She
hadn’t ;et m,e wear socks over the fishnets, they stood out in sharp
contrtast to my dark jeans and balck loafers, and several passengers
werew staring at them. Humiliation complete. When the steward came
by asking for drink orders, i had to ask Mistress, and She pretended
not to hear so i had to ask her loudly for permission. “Sure, “She
said, smiling at the waiter, “But you onow you will have to pay
later.”

Princessa had made me buy a Cosmopolitan before getting on the
plane, and made me read it the whole flight, constantly pointing out
sexy men and making me ooh and aah over them and ask if iwas
learning anything.

You have learned how Princessa dressed me before dinner, after
massages, but i don’t know if She told you about the big, pink
zirconium earrings She made me wear, along with the corset and
stockings, plug and cage, and make up and nail polish. Everyone
looked, some several times, and i could hear the occassional snicker
behind me. Excruciating. She had also made me carry a small black
bag into which She had put my make up, and my credit cards. Even
though Princessa was not wearing the gorgeuos, and lewd, gown i had
got her, She was the center of attention as we were walked all
around the dining area to our booth, which was pulled out with a
flurry as we were seated, under a spot light, with my stocking
encased legs exposed to the stares and glares of other guests.

You should all ask to have Her dress in the gown for you,
pareticularly if you are the sissies i think you are.

Althought the waiter listened attentively only to Princessa, it is
obvious he knew i was something sissy, and i am sure realized i was
Princessa’s slave. My clitty strained at the onfines (tight)of the
cage.

Back at our room for MUCH more makeup, glittery eyes and nails
and to secure the 3/8th ” square pink earrings and off to Mandallay
aBay and Red Square, a vodka dringin male bastion. Three deep as the
bar was, Princessa excused me off to the bathroom, and when i
returned, there She was at the bar, four shots of flavored vodka in
front of Her. Surrounded by adoring fans, male and female, She saw
me sidle up to Her, made room for me in front of some disgruntled
patrons, and loudly, and poiltedly, ordered, “A Shirley Temple for
her.” She sneered. Space around Her started to clear, especially
when She would talk to some unsuspecting souls from Michigan and
refer to Her companion, me, as “she.” They would see a slightly but
onviously made up, earringed, six foot…?…make their excuses and
their excapes, as princessa laughed.

Of course, the Princessa generously asked if i would like to try one
of Her drinks. When i cautiously agreed, she poured some on the
floor behaind Her, a space now cleard of admirers, but in front of a
table of guys gawking at the Mistresses magnificent derriere.

Proincessa would slowly rub the sole of her seven inch shoes in the
liqiud on the wood floor, then gracefully bend her leg up by Her
butt. “There you are, Sandra, lick it clean.” She would purr, and
four times i lowered my head to the height of her ass, in front of
Goddess knows how many ogling witnesses, and, as a hush fell over
our part of the bar, would lick the dirt and alcohol off the sole of
Her shoes.

By this time i was totally reduced and willing to do what ever She
required, no matter how demeaning.

The story continues, but i was still alive an well enough to conduct
my business for which i had come successfully, arriving home
Wednesday in a permanently different, and submissve,. fram of mind.