Trading Places

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Life is good. Life is very good! Ever since I could remember I'd envied girls and the clothes they got to wear. When I was 10 or 12 I remember how it seemed so unfair that they could make themselves so sexy and gorgeous while I had to wear such boring clothes. Of course I'd known these feelings were not acceptable and had hidden them from my parents. My upbringing had conditioned me to hide shameful thoughts and for years I had avoided acting on them.

But that had all changed last year. I now had a flat of my own in Euston, near to central London and a high paying job in the City that allowed me plenty of time off. At 30 my parents had given up waiting for girlfriends to appear and assumed I was gay. Of course I did nothing to dissuade them. The reality was that I now had a second wardrobe, a wardrobe for evenings and weekends when I became Susan.

I finally made the decision to act on these feelings and enter this alternative world. It was incredibly difficult at first, I remember in took about 3 weeks for me to work up the courage to leave my flat while dressed for the first time. Things became so much easier when I made it all the way to Soho and began to explore the clubs that catered to girls like me. Unlike most transvestites I already knew I was not a submissive, but that first Friday night was all I needed to realise I was a Dominant. I still can't describe the feeling that comes over me when I see a man dressed as a sissy kneeling in front of his Mistress. I thrilled when I first walked into that club and saw all those sissy's dressed in their skimpy little outfits being led around by their owner tugging on a dog leash attached to a collar around their necks.

Soon I had styled myself Mistress Susan and every Friday night I got home from work as early as I could and spent a couple of hours transforming myself into a Goddess. By about 9:00PM I tottered out of my flat on my 5" stilettos and found a cab to take me across London to Soho. Euston is somewhat bohemian and the cab drivers don't bat an eyelid picking someone like me up. Luckily I pass quite well, although I did notice my driver spent a lot of time looking in his mirror that time I was wearing my clingy black leather catsuit.

By now I am totally accepted in the community and know a lot of the Masters and Mistresses very well. For the first few weeks I spent most of my time talking to them and learning about their world and how they controlled their subs. Of course there are always more subs in these places and an unattached Dom is a rare thing. When in a club I am constantly followed around by a small group of subs begging to serve. At first the implications scared me, I had no way of knowing if I could inspire the kind of unconditional loyalty I saw all around me.

One night about two months ago I changed my mind. I was looking out across the bar when I saw this gorgeous young boy looking lost in the middle of a sea of deviants. He looked barely 18 and was relatively conventionally dressed (he was wearing trousers, even though the seat was missing exposing his bare ass). He was about 5 foot 6", tall and willowy with shoulder length fair hair and almost no hair on his chin. I was in love, I had to talk to him. By the end of the evening I knew all about Eddy, or emma as I have renamed him. emma didn't even now s.he was a sissy, s.he was just here out of curiosity and boredom.

It gives me a hard on just thinking how far s.he has come. emma has spent the last few weeks serving me. It is now second nature to her, I keep her locked in my flat most every weekend dressed in humiliating and revealing outfits. s.he is whipped constantly and punished for anything less than perfect service. s.he sleeps chained to the end of my bed and last Saturday I woke her up at 3:00AM because I decided I wanted my cock sucked. Life is very good!

Right now it is Friday mid afternoon and emma is in my flat, naked and locked in a cage under my sink. All the lights are off and s.he is totally dependent on me coming home and letting her out. I had her install the cage a few weeks ago, I have been at work all morning but gave her instructions to lock herself into the cage before I come home. Of course I'll leave her there for another few hours just to make sure s.he's nice and scared by the time I get back. A worried sissy is a pliant sissy.

I'm walking down the high street, next to Euston station. One of the things I love most about this neighbourhood is a little shop nestled between the café's and adult bookshops. The windows are backed by whiteboard, except for one portrait of a glamerous looking woman sitting on an easel staring out at you. The shop caters to transvestites and I am going there now.

This is going to be a special night for emma. No one has seen her dressed since I collared her and I've decided that's a waste. Tonight I am going to take her back to the club where we first met to show her off. s.he will be made to serve me and my friends and I may even let the lucky little slut suck some new cocks. Of course every girl needs a frock for that special night out and I know exactly where I can find the right one for her. s.he's bound to be scared when I tell her what I have planned, but s.he will obey me without question.

I stop for a split second before entering the shop and remember how it was coming here for the first time. I push open the inner door and stand in the security area, there is a second inner door in front of me which the staff press a button to release.

In front of me is an Alladin's Cave of delights. I am standing at the head of a rectangular shaped room with the till in front of me and some display racks running down the middle. To my left and right are rows and rows of sexy outfits, breast forms, sex toys, make up, hormone kits and everything that I know and love. The shop will arrange transformations as well, turning you into a hooker for the afternoon if that is your thing and there are some steps to my right down to a dressing area. At the back of the shop are some sofas and some cubicles to allow shoppers to try on their purchases.

The two girls behind the counter nod a greeting, they know me well by now.

Often when I come here the place is empty but today I seem to have some company. There is a man dressed in drab sitting on a couch flicking through a magazine and a girl dressed as a bride rushing back and forth around him fussing over this and that. As I watch he raises his gaze and issues a command. I grin as I see her listen obediently. A Master and his sissy. s.he is clearly devoted to him and immediately turns to fetch a glass of water. It occurs to me that one day I might put emma through a marriage ceremony, I would enjoy listening to her pledge obedience to me.

I begin to browse. It doesn't take me long to find what I'm looking for, a pink pvc French Maid's uniform. It's just perfect, a low cut neck with tapered waist, tiny skirt and short puffy sleeves. Of course it comes with all the accessories, a little white cap and apron to go round the wearer's waist plus elbow length matching gloves. There's even a tiny lock at the top of the zip so I can lock the dress on her. emma will look divine; so sexy and available! I lift it off the rack and hold it up, just to see it in the light.

'Looking for something a little less comfortable?'

My heart sinks as I hear the voice.

'Rachel, how "nice" to see you again...'

She is standing behind me wearing black skin-tight trousers, a white polo and black thigh boots with a 4" spike heel. Whenever I see Mistress Rachel She is wearing heels, it always annoys me that I am constantly looking up at Her. Mistress Rachel reminds me of Barbara Bach in that old Bond movie, with her long black hair and detailed face.

Rachel and I are old adversaries. We have met many times and She is just about the only person not to accept me. In fact, She insists on pretending I am a sub. To my constant embarrassment She will not let it go, constantly badgering me to admit my true feelings and kneel before Her. It appears She cannot accept a Dominant transvestite, She feels if I am biologically male I must be submissive.

'You'll look darling in that dress susie, why not pop into the back and try it on?'

I gave a half laugh.

'This dress is for emma. I'm not wearing it because I'm not the maid. Please try to keep up'.

'Ahhh...emma. You know, I'm not sure s.he really exists. Wouldn't it be so much easier to admit it dear? You know your place is at my feet on your knees, don't you?'

I grimaced.

'If I was a sub I'd like to feel I'd have better taste Rachel'.

Mistake. Now She knew She was getting to me.

'Meoww darling. I'll have you all the same. Pretty soon you'll be on your knees begging to join my stable. I've never failed yet'.

I laughed out loud.

'Yes you have. How long have you been trying this silliness on me?'

'I'm sorry darling, I just want you to be happy'.

She laid one hand on my shoulder. I jumped back as if stung. Too late. I saw the Iook of triumph on Her face.

'What's this....?'

She twanged the strap on the corset I was wearing under my blue shirt and desert chino's. I always dressed in lingerie when coming here to put me in the right frame of mind. Today I was wearing a corset with some French cut panties and suspenders.

'What's what Rachel? You know what I am'.

'Yes darling, you're a silly little sissy who wont admit it. What lovely underwear'.

She pulled at my shirt a little too hard and a couple of buttons flew off. My shirt dropped down exposing the edge of my white corset to the whole shop. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Master looking up from the couch, amused and suddenly interested. Against all my instincts I felt the first stab of fear.

'Dammit Rachel. Will you stop?'

She flicked at the little bows around the straps.

'Such a pretty corset. Just like the ones I make My sissy's wear'.

'I am not your damn sissy Rachel.'

Suddenly I felt a stinging pain across my cheek. My hand flew up automatically as Rachel slapped me. I saw real anger in Her eyes.

'I will NOT allow bad language susan. You know that'.

I felt myself cower and move away from Her.

'Rachel. Please. I need to get back'.

Suddenly She softened as I cowered away from Her.

'I'm sorry. After all, why should I care if you deceive yourself? you're right of course'.

Grateful, I tried to get round Her but found my path blocked.

'Well, perhaps I'll introduce you to emma tonight'.

She smiled right through me. It was clear She didn't believe a word I had said.

'I'd like that'.

Damn, this Woman could patronise me without even trying.

'Rachel I really need to get out of here. I have to get ready for tonight.'

'Of course darling. I'm sorry.'

As I stepped around Her I felt a push in the small of my back. As I stumbled forward into a rack of evening dresses her hand remained fastened to my shirt. I heard the shirt rip and unravel from my chest as I scattered the clothes everywhere.

I was not happy.

'RACHEL. You cannot keep doing this. Leave me the hell alone'.

I clutched the remains of my shirt around me. Now how was I going to get home?

Rachel laughed.

'I did try to tell you not to swear'.

I looked up at Her. Suddenly I noticed a crowd had gathered, even the girls had come out from behind the till.

'Rachel, I'm not looking for a fight...'

'Of course you're not. Sweet little sissy like you. Perish the thought'.

She stood over me, menacing and triumphant.

'You know, I'm sure everyone would love to see the rest of your pretty undies. Why don't you slip those trousers off?'

'Go to Hell Rachel.....what is it You want with me?'

There was complete silence for 10 seconds. Then I heard that voice speak directly to me.

'I want you to wear that dress'.

I was scrambling away, desperate to get out of here.

'You crazy bitch. There's no way...'

I doubled up in pain as I felt Her toe cap smash into my chest.'

This was scary. She'd been annoying and pushy before but never violent with me. I managed to slip round behind Her and She pivoted on those heels to face me. I felt my back hit some shelves and scatter the merchandise. Boxes full of vibrators fell at my feet.

'Oh dear. Not much of a Mistress are you? You're not supposed to start crying just because I push you around a bit. Sweet girly like you, you'll look much better dressed as a maid with my collar around your neck'.

She reached forward and I saw a flash of those crimson nails as She snatched the remains of my shirt away from me. I looked up at the crowd around me and saw a pitying look from the sissy bride. I had been backed into a corner, standing there with my corset on show the only way out was through Rachel.

She moved closer to me.

'Tell you what, let's make it interesting. How about a little bet darling?'

I looked up.

'One of us is going to end up wearing that maid's dress. If you can force Me I'll put it on and pledge to serve you in front of all these people. Of course, if I can do the same you have to pledge to serve Me'.

She looked at me, eyebrows arched. Enquiring.

'I told You, I'm not going to fight'.

For a split second She looked disappointed. Then Her hand arched out at lightening speed and grabbed a riding crop. I felt splitting pain as She brought it down across my exposed back.

'That's a shame, because I am'.

Abandoning the pretence I powered up and at Her. She stumbled, scattering rows of clothing. I heard a wooden shelf splinter. I felt oddly exhilarated, if it was going to happen I would give it my best shot. Around me there was real excitement in the eyes of the spectators. A cat fight, with the looser pledged to submit to the winner!

Rachel pivoted, grabbed my arm and tried to drag me forward. I reached across and brought my nails across Her face. I smiled in triumph as I saw that I had drawn blood. Her knee went up and knocked all the breath went out of me. I fell against Her, heavily. I managed to grip her top and pulled as hard as I could. Unfortunately there were no buttons to tear and my hand slipped again as I fell onto my side. Immediately I managed to twist away from Her. Bravado took over.

'You're going to end up serving me Rachel......maid rachel....do you like the sound of that? Perhaps I'll take you to the club tonight. Show you off'.

She cackled.

'Not going to happen darling. I've got what it takes. You don't'.

As She spoke She dived forward and grabbed one leg. Desperately I kicked out at Her. She pulled at my other leg and twisted it under the first. As I came up and tried to claw at Her I felt my shoe laces being undone. My blows rained down on Her back. Until She lifted Her elbow and drove it into my balls.

The pain was nearly unbearable. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't speak. It must have been 20 seconds before I could move and by then She had my shoes off and was trying to reach my belt buckle. Desperately I scrambled back. By now She was half way up my body. I push forward and manage to twist out from under Her but the buckle is already half undone. Her voice is soft and soothing now.

'Accept your fate susie darling. Give in to the natural order'.

I lunge out but She grabs my wrist and propels me back against one of the metal poles used to support the shelving. As I turn round I see the Master throw Her a pair of handcuffs. Deftly She locks one end around my wrist and the other around the pole. I am secured by one hand with my back to the wall facing the crowd. Desperately I pull against my bonds. The cuff rattles against the metal.

I look down, shamed that it has been so easy for Her. She circles me warily and I kick out.

'Dammit, I am a Dom. You can't do this to me'.

She comes at me from the side. I grab Her hair with my free hand and pull Her head back. She grunts in pain and lashes out back at me. Now She is pushing me back hard, the metal pressing into my back. I raise my knee and kick Her in the ribs. She stumbles but manages another punch into my abdomen. The pain is indescribable.

'I'll never give in Rachel. Never.'

I can see from the looks I get that they don't buy it. In the last few minutes I have allowed myself to be handcuffed and shackled in place. There's no way I'm going anywhere without Rachel's help.

I see Her raise the crop again and bring it down across my arms. Once. Twice. Three times. I twist and turn,trying to avoid the blows.

Again, She darts in from the side. Somehow She manages to pull my trousers down. Them She trips me. I slide painfully down until my ass hits the floor. She grabs my trousers and pulls them away. Now I am exposed. Shackled to the pole wearing a corset, panties and stockings. A feeling I have never experienced before washes over me as I stare up at Rachel. The crowd loves it.

'Why are you doing this?'

She just smiles.

'It's for your own good darling. Give in, you must know it's inevitable'.

I shake my head, desperate. She just smiles and looks down at me. I follow Her gaze, horrified. Now that my trousers have gone it's obvious to everyone that I have a hard on underneath these skimpy panties. Rachel throws back Her head and laughs.

'I KNEW it'.

She raises the crop again and blows rain down on me. Across my legs, my arms, my back....She just keeps hitting me.

'Please Rachel. Stop this. Let me go now and we'll forget about it'.

She looks at me in genuine astonishment.

'You know what you have to do first'.

I shake my head, determined not to submit and She raises the crop yet again. I throw my hands up to ward off the blows. Laughing She hits me as hard as She can as I twist and turn. I can feel Her aiming for the same bruised areas. The pain makes me feel sick, I cannot think how to escape. Suddenly I see my chance as She steps to one side, aiming for my legs. I lash out and grab Her waist with my free hand. I manage to slide my arm up until I am holding Her around the neck. As I squeeze I can hear Her choking, fighting to get breath into Her chest. She pushes Her hands behind Her, clawing & trying to grab at me. I force Her head up, I can see Her turning red. Suddenly She throws one elbow back and boomerangs it into my chest. The effect is immediate, the pain washes over me and I loose all power in my hands and legs. As I let Her go I slump to the floor again. Rachel towers over me, looking angrier than I have ever seen Her.

'you'll regret that my dear'.

She raised the crop again and begins to hit me. The pain is unbearable, I was crying, begging Her to stop. Suddenly She did. Wearily I raised my head.

'We're going to play a little game now. I'm going to give you 25 lashes. I'll count them out slowly and when I finish I will ask you if you're ready to submit. There are only two possible answers, yes and no. If you say no I'll continue and you wont get another chance until I finish the next 25 lashes. It's no good mumbling, I can't hear you. Beg Me all you like but the only chance you have to stop this is by giving Me the answer I expect. Understand darling? Good.'

In the end I didn't even hear myself say it. I had held out for 100 lashes and was almost delirious with the pain. I remember that exquisite smile on Rachel's face as She looked down at me.

'May I borrow your girl please'.

She spoke to the Master. Like everyone else in the shop they were watching intently, fascinated by my fall from grace. He grunted an acknowledgement and made a tiny hand gesture. I heard the rustle of satin as the girl, still wearing her wedding dress, trotted over to Mistress Rachel.

'What's your name dear?'

'ummm...sissy ruth Miss'.

ruth was clearly very nervous, as though s.he might be beaten up next.

'Well...umm sissy ruth miss...you have 10 minutes to dress maid susie. I want her wearing the dress, make up, shoes. In short I want her ready to begin her new life. If you make her acceptable I will release her and s.he gets to beg to serve me.'

With that She strode around to the front of the shop. The crowd gave me one last pitying look and followed Her. As She walked away I heard the deep voice of Ruth's Master.

'Looks like you did us all a favour Rachel. That fool was never a Dom. Pathetic. Will you keep her or sell her?'

ruth busied herself around me inserting some breast forms into my corset. I was too weak and stunned by what had befallen me to do anything. s.he lifted first one foot and then the other to fit the Maid's dress around me. I felt a feeling I had never experienced before as s.he zipped it up and clicked the lock shut. As I turned, one arm still shackled, I saw myself in the mirror. A beaten sissy encased in a sexy, skimpy outfit that screamed submission. Was this really me?

s.he was working on my face now, applying lipstick, blusher and mascara. Lots more make up than I usually wore but I knew why s.he was doing it. I had to look the part. I was a slut now, Mistress Rachel's slut.

Dimly I remembered emma, still locked in a cage at my flat. I had no idea what to do, I couldn't hold the thought long enough to figure that one out.

ruth was teasing out my hair of my wig with a brush and pinning the cap and apron in place. Next came the elbow length gloves, on one arm only because the other was still cuffed to the pole.

Finally I felt her lift my feet to slip some 4" red strappy sandals in place. As s.he buckled them around my ankles I realised these shoes also had a lock to keep me from removing them. There was no chance of getting out of this humiliating uniform without Mistress Rachel's approval.

Then I heard the voices returning. Loud. Laughing. I hung my head thinking about what was coming.

'Fall to your feet and beg to please Her. She loves that'.

ruth's voice whispering in my ear. I was about to ask how s.he knew what Rachel liked when I felt Mistress Rachel's foot, pushing me. Gently this time. There was a look of absolute triumph in Her eyes, almost like this was better than sex for Her. Seeing me humiliated and brought before Her was what it took to bring Her off.

'You look so much better my dear. And that's a darling outfit, so clever of you to pick it out.'

She paused, tapping the crop against Her thigh for effect.

'Is there anything you want to say to Me susan?'

I looked up into those eyes. Dark pools daring me to disobey. I found I couldn't hold Her gaze. I was too ashamed by what had happened to me and intimidated by Her presence. My head dropped to the floor, my voice when it came, was thin and reedy.

'...Rachel...'

She raised the crop threateningly.

'...Mistress Rachel. You were right...I was wrong. I...beg...You to forgive me and allow me to serve You'.

Once the words were out I almost fainted in relief. It was a burden lifted, broad smiles broke out amongst the onlookers and I even saw a smile of encouragement from ruth.

Mistress Rachel gestured to ruth to help me stand. As s.he bent to lift my bruised and battered body s.he blurted out.

'It's so exciting to meet a new sister. We're going to have such fun honey'.

s.he got no further, her Master stepped forward and slapped her hard. He snorted derisively.

'Fun? The job of a sissy is to please her Superiors. It is difficult. It is hard. It is certainly not fun.'

Rachel was standing to one side holding an ordinary dog collar. She smiled indulgently at the red faced snivilling ruth.

Turning to me She handed me the collar and said.

'I feel it would be more appropriate if you put this on my dear'.

Without even thinking I turned the collar over in my hands. It was dog eared and smelly, not even new. Clearly it had been used for its intended purpose at one point. I remember it was difficult to hold at first. I was not used to the shiny smooth pink pvc of my gloves, my fingers felt heavy and sticky.

I reached up and pulled back the long blond hair of my wig before fitting the collar around my neck. It was mine now, marking me out for what I was. Mistress Rachel smiled indulgently as I buckled it in place.

'Don't worry susie, We will fit you with a proper lockable collar of your own as soon as you earn that privilege.'

ruth was standing beside me again. I heard Rachel speaking to her.

'You are to raise susan's skirt now dear and pull down her panties'.

ruth didn't hesitate, s.he did exactly as s.he was ordered. My cheeks glowing red I was standing in front of all those people with my sissy clitty now free and bobbing up and down.

Dimly I noticed a new customer, male, early thirties, balding fair hair, head too large for his body had come in. He was standing watching us, mouth open and eyes out on stalks.

I heard Mistress Rachel's voice again.

'You will get rid of that unladylike unfortunate bulge ruth. susan; you should enjoy this, in future orgasms will have to be earned through hard work'.

ruth emitted a little squeal of delight as s.he sunk to her knees in front of me. I felt her warm,moist mouth envelop me. s.he was clearly well trained, it was barely 30 seconds before I felt my balls contracting as blood and sissy milk was pumped into my clitty. ruth used her whole mouth plus both hands to coax the sissy milk out of me. It felt glorious, I had my eyes closed and remember thinking I must get ruth to train emma to do this. Then I remembered how stupid that was, there was no way emma would be doing anything for a little sissy dressed in a pink pvc French Maids outfit.

At that moment I felt Mistress Rachel's hand on my bare ass.

'It wont be long before you'll be able to suck cocks as well as ruth. Just thnk how pretty you'll look kneeling in front of a man with your head bobbing up and down.'

At that moment I felt my clitty explode as my sissy milk poured out and into ruth's mouth. As I opened my eyes in ecstasy waves of humiliation overtook me as I saw all those people looking at me and laughing. I rocked back on my heels I nearly fell over as I felt my ankles being lifted and a contraption being fitted around my legs. I couldn't see what it was but I could feel it being pulled up my body until it was around my waist. Then I felt Mistress Rachel reach around my body and insert my flacid clitty into a cold metal tube. She pulled the belt tight around my waist and I heard a click as She pushed the lock shut. I looked down and realised with horror that She had put a chastity belt on me. A thin leather belt was attached to the tube around my waist and there was a strap running between my legs attached to the back of the belt. The lock was tiny but steel and very very strong. Mistress Rachel beamed at me as I pulled vainly at it.

'I did tell you to enjoy it susan. That will be your last orgasm for some time, your little sissy clitty now belongs to me. In future it will be released for short periods only as a reward for exceptional service'.

She slipped the key onto a thin chain around Her neck. There were so many thoughts running through my head. What did She mean? What did She expect of me? She had beaten the fight out of me and I was too intimidated and humiliated by the way I had been treated to even think of disobeying Her. At the same time it was beginning to dawn on me that submitting was not just a choice that would only affect me at weekends. Before I could send emma away during the week, Mistress Rachel expected me to serve Her 24*7. I would never be allowed to forget the fact that She owned me, gradually my life would be taken over until I spent every waking moment thinking about Her. Yet, what could I do about it? I could try to run, but where would I go dressed like this? I had allowed myself to be dressed as a sexy, submissive toy. Mistress Rachel's plaything. I felt my clitty stir again as I realised I couldn't even remove my uniform or my high heels without the keys that She held. No one was going to take me seriously, no one would believe I hadn't wanted this. There was no way I could fight Her again, She had already proved She could kick my ass! My cheeks burned red with the realisation. I was Hers now and there was nothing I could do about it.

ruth was locking a belt around my waist and I heard Mistress Rachel's voice again.

'There are two cuffs and one collar to secure her wrists and neck.'

Dimly I felt her lock them on me. A chain ran from my belt to a heavy metal bar hanging in front of my new chest. The other end of the bar was attached to my collar. ruth had secured two cuffs around my wrists which were attached by seperate chains joined to the main one just above the bar. When s.he had finished ruth knelt and fastened a shorter length of chain around my ankles. Secured like this I could still move my arms in front of me but any attempt to stretch out or reach behind me would be stopped by the chains. Walking in these heels was difficult enough but the chain between my legs forced me to take short, mincing steps.

A voice from the front.

'Your taxi is outside'. . TAXI......She was taking me outside like this......

Rachel smiled at my panic.

'Hold your head up proud my dear. you have nothing to be ashamed of.'

She stepped forward and clicked a leash to my collar.

'...Madam...please...I need time...I have already pledged to serve You'

Mistress Rachel threw Her head back and roared with laughter.

'Oh...you think...Me? No susie, this is where you and I part company. I do not have the time to devote to your training'.

I was dumbfounded.

'But...if not You...?'

In answer Rachel held up the leash.

'Perhaps Your slut would go through to the back kitchen and bring through the Lady waiting there.'

ruth obediently trotted through the door at the back of the changing room. I was totally bewildered by now and dared not raise my head.

20 seconds later I heard two sets of heels returning. The Woman following ruth was tall and willowy, strangely familiar. As my gaze travelled up Her legs I saw She was wearing a tight black leather catsuit. It clung to Her every curve, so sexy and just like the one I used to wear. I couldn't help myself now, my gaze travelled higher and higher. Her body was so familiar. Until I reached Her face.

Mistress Rachel stepped forward and handed the leash to the newcomer.

'Close your mouth susie, you want to impress your new Mistress don't you?'

The blood was draining out of my face. This could not be happening. Mistress Rachel's next words were said direct to me.

'I believe you already know my niece. Mistress Emma'.

I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any comments or suggestions you can e-mail me at sissy_charlotte@sissify.com.

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