I knew I was in trouble with Mistress when she came home yesterday and I had forgotten to dust the blinds. Usually, I was punished immediately for such slights, but that’s not what happened.
I knew, however, my punishment was coming. I made sure to clean the blinds until they were spotless the next day and made her favourite pot roast. The house was perfectly clean, but this would not save me from her wrath. I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Little did I know that shoe would be a high heel…
At 5:30 PM, Mistress still wasn’t home and the tension was mounting. Usually, she’d be home by that time. I was getting nervous awaiting her arrival. Each second that ticked by only made it that much worse. I sat down on the couch and watched the clock. My foot started tapping the floor and I was wringing my hands.
After another excruciating half hour, I finally heard the keys turning the lock on the front door. I took a deep breath as it opened and I saw my beautiful Mistress walk through the threshold. She was holding a large, black plastic bag in one hand. I knew whatever contents were in the bag were intended for me. I was even more nervous since I couldn’t see what was inside.
“Hello slave,” she said.
“Welcome home, Mistress. Did you have a good day at work?”
“It was fine. I’ve been looking forward to coming home and doling out your punishment,” she replied.
She slipped off her high heels and ordered me to get off the couch. I quickly got out of her way. She laid back and put her feet up on the arm of the couch, setting the bag down on the floor next to her.
“I picked up some things for you today,” she told me, “I went out of my way to get them for you. I had to go to the store in rush hour traffic.”
“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you, Mistress. Thank you for the gifts,” I responded.
“You should be thankful, Slave. I think it’s high time you received your punishment, don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress. I must be punished for disappointing you,” I agreed.
“Take off your clothes,”
she ordered and I immediately complied.
Standing naked in front of my perfect Goddess, I tried to be patient as I waited to find out what she had in store for me.
After what seemed like forever, she grabbed the bag off the floor and pulled out a pair of pink ruffled panties and smiled wickedly.
They were very pretty panties. Did she want me to dress her? I know I’m not the smartest man and I certainly didn’t understand what was going on.
She tossed the panties at my feet and demanded I pick them up, which I did right away.
“Put them on,”
she told me.
It took me a second for that to register and I stared at her stupidly for a moment.
“PUT THEM ON!” she yelled.
I knew I must obey and I did. I slid the panties up my legs and over my penis and balls.
“Tell me how that feels, Slaveboy,”
“These are very uncomfortable, Mistress,”
I said, blushing. I had never worn women’s underwear before and I was extremely embarrassed.
“Good. Now do a little spin for me.”
I did as I was told, becoming more embarrassed by the second.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little sissy!” she said, laughing. “Let’s see what else I’ve got for you.”
She pulled out a matching pink bra and threw it right in my face.
“Put it on,”
she told me sternly.
I struggled to get it clasped and this made her laugh again. Her laughter only made me more mortified and my face was hot from blushing so hard.
“Go get the full-length mirror from the bedroom. I want you to see what you look like.”
In my new bra and panties, I started for the bedroom. I didn’t realize how truly uncomfortable the panties were until I tried to walk in them. My balls were completely squished and the string in the back was riding up my ass crack. I felt like such a sissy. I waddled to the bedroom and this sent my Mistress into a fit of laughter.
I brought the mirror back into the living room and placed it on the far wall as instructed. I can’t even explain what it felt like to see myself in a pink bra and panties. I felt horrified looking at my reflection. Surely it couldn’t get worse than this…
“Give me a show,” she said. “I want to see you walk like you’re a model on the runway. You make such a pretty girl, my little Slave.”
“Mistress…please…” I begged. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Shut up, sissy. You will do as I command and you will do it happily.”
I took a deep breath and walked across the room, trying to imitate the women on the shows Mistress liked. The panties rode further up my ass crack and I felt ashamed and highly uncomfortable.
I got to the other side of the room, right in front of the mirror and stopped, waiting for further instructions.
“Now do a sexy little pose, you fucking girl,”
she told me.
I put my hands on my hips and tried my best to look pretty like my Mistress wanted. She laughed so hard there were tears running down her face and I could see in the mirror that my face was bright red.
“Now walk back and do it again. This time you need to swish your hips more.”
I did as I was told, completely mortified.
“I have one more surprise for you, sissy Slave,”
she said, pulling out a pair of pink high heels from the bag.
“Come get these and put them on.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said.
I forced my feet into the shoes and almost fell over. She laughed and laughed as I struggled to keep my balance.
“Well you sure are a sissy, but you’ll need some more training,” she told me. “Now go finish my dinner.”
I said. I stumbled as I was making my way toward the kitchen and fell right on my face. Mistress roared with laughter. Ashamed, I stood back up and carefully waddled into the kitchen to finish my Mistress’s pot roast.
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