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The next day I spent working, manning our exhibit at the trade show. Linda arrived in the booth, just after lunch, and started talking to me. “Oh Charles,” she exclaimed, “You should have been with us last night! We all went to the most bizarre adult club that I have ever seen! You just wouldn’t believe how incredibly kinky it was!” Linda continued with a very detailed and explicit description of the night’s entertainment. “They even had a man, actually a real sissy boy, that was totally subjugated, dressed as a little girl, and made to submit to total sexual servitude and humiliation from both men and women! It was really hot!
As he beautiful eyes bore into mine, she continued. “You should go with us tonight, we are planning on watching another bizarre and erotic display!” My head was spinning! Was she taunting me – did she know that ‘Cissy’ was indeed me? No, I was letting my mind run away with itself – but was I? I stammered back to Linda, that I had an appointment with a customer that evening, who was quite prudish.
“Oh well, Charles”, you’ll still have a chance to witness my sissy in action – and even use ‘her’ lipsticked mouth yourself!” Linda then explained how she had won the contest, (as if I didn’t know!) and that I was invited for her open house the weekend of Cissy’s servitude.
I could swear she was taunting me, but again, I was letting my imagination go wild. How could she have possibly recognized me – no way – I just looked too different. “See you later, Hon,” she cooed as she kissed me on the cheek, “too bad you can’t join us.”
I returned to my hotel around 5:00 and there was a message from Jennifer, telling me to be ready for 6:00. I quickly showered, made sure that my body was totally hairless, then applied my makeup. At precisely 6:00, Jennifer and Holly Buca travesti arrived. I was laced into the pink corset, that I had obtained at Carolyn’s, along with the matching bra and crotchless panties. Sheer black stockings were slid up my legs, attached to the garters, and then my feet were squeezed into 6 inch black patent high heels. Holly fussed with my makeup, making me look even more exotic. My wig was carefully teased into place, and finally the humiliating pink ribbon around my penis!
Holly threw my coat over me, and both girls grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the room, down the elevator, to a taxi waiting outside the hotel. After a short ride, we pulled up to a small restaurant, got out of the taxi and entered.
The hostess greeted Holly and Jennifer by name. “Your dinner guests are waiting for you”, she said as she led us to out table. Although I had almost become used to being surprised over the past several days, I was again shocked. Sitting at our table, waiting for us, were Linda and my boss!
As we sat down, Linda greeted me. “Hello Cissy, we are dying to see your little modelling session tonight. Oh by the way, I have been telling people about my upcoming open house and you, little girl, are going to be quite busy!” As the waitress came over to take our order, Jennifer unbuttoned my coat, revealing my frilly attire underneath. As the waitress looked in surprise, Jennifer pulled the coat open even further, so she could see my beribboned penis! She started to giggle, then went and dragged several of the other waitresses over to see Jennifer and Holly’s trained sissy.
Since they had plans for me, the dinner was mercifully short – although every employee in the restaurant, waitresses, the hostess, the bartender, even the cooks and dishwashers, Buca travestileri made some excuse to make a trip to our table to see the “sissy boy”.
As we left the restaurant, I received quite a few amused stares from the other patrons, giggles from the waitresses and leers from the bartender. The five of us then jumped into a taxi for the short ride to Carolyn’s boutique. There was a “closed” sign on the door as we arrived. Jennifer led us all around to the back door, where Carolyn admitted us.
“How nice to see you again, Cissy”, said Carolyn. “Of course you remember Cyndi and Robin. Blushing, I greeted the two young ladies. Carolyn continued, “Cissy this is our photographer, Michelle, and her assistant, David.” I murmured a greeting, as they both gave me an amused look.
Carolyn then explained to the people that were with me, “First we are going to have Cissy model some of the fantasy outfits, which I have designed for transvestite. Next we shall have her model some of the bondage and restraint equipment, and finally some of the ‘toys’ that I am offering will be used on her.”
Jennifer, Holly, and of course, Linda and my boss, were invited to sit, relax with a drink, and enjoy the photo session as Robin and Cyndi led me to the back changing room.
For the next two hours, I was photographed in every imaginable costume that a crossdresser would enjoy wearing or costumes that admirers of crossdressers would enjoy seeing. Erotic lingerie, corsets, bridal gowns, cocktail dresses, skirts, blouses, babydoll nightgowns, little girl party dresses, cheerleader outfits, school girl uniforms, frilly little baby dresses- just about every costume for every fantasy! Of course, I was also made to model the mandatory transvestite French maid uniform.
As Travesti buca I finished the costume portion of the photo session, a very striking female, accompanied by a tall muscular man arrived. Carolyn led them over to me. “Cissy, I’d like you to meet Mistress Gwen and Master Philip. They will be posing with you for the next part of the session, modelling my new leather wear line, as well as demonstrating my bondage equipment and other devices.”
Again, I was led to the back room by Robin and Cyndi. This time, I was laced into an extremely heavily boned leather corset and matching leather panties. The panties had a zipper that opened from the front of my crotch area up and over my butt, so I could be exposed in any manner my Mistress or Master desired. Finally, 8 inch black patent high heels, with locking ankle straps were placed on my feet. I could not walk back into the main room without Robin and Cyndi holding each of my arms. The shoes were absolute murder! Thankfully, I was allowed to sit.
For the first hour of the bondage device photo session, Mistress Gwen and Master Philip modelled Carolyn’s extensive line of leather wear, while I was restrained in every way possible, with Carolyn’s line of bondage devices kneeling, bent over a sawhorse, standing and lying in a spread-eagle position, and even suspended! I was gagged, blindfolded, and totally subjugated for the cameras, as Mistress Gwen and Master Philip demonstrated Carolyn’s complete line of whips, paddles and canes!
The final part of the photo session was devoted to Carolyn’s toy and device products. First of all, I was photographed alone, in various B my face was burning in embarrassment. Linda stood up, not letting on to the others that she knew who I was, and walked over to me. As I sat there, cowering, she gently removed my wig, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and whispered into my ear. “Looks like you will be gaining some new job responsibilities, my sissy little girl.” With a throaty laugh, she looked at my boss. As she winked at him, he winked back at her – then at me!
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