Learning To Be Submissive – Part 2

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I arrived slightly earlier than I was meant to. After our first meeting I had been given specific instructions. Jack had allowed me to shower and change back into my normal clothes. Once I had returned to the kitchen, I found a note with a key. “Today you excelled yourself, but you have more to learn. Next week on Monday you are to come directly here after you finish for the day. I will arrive home at 6. Here is the key. Instructions will be waiting for you. Jack.” I had been in college that Monday, waiting for the day to be over. With an hour left in the day I couldn’t wait any longer so I snuck away early. I let myself in to Jack’s house and found a note. “Jess, please make yourself at home. In the spare room you will find an outfit I have selected for you. Put this on. On the dresser is make up and you will find an envelope, read this once you are dressed. Jack.” Reading the note, I felt a surge of excitement. I tried to stay calm, to pour a drink and relax but instead I dropped my bag and sprinted up the stairs and into the spare room. Laying on the bed I saw a satin maid’s outfit, black with a white lace apron and white underskirt that flared outwards. It looked incredibly short. Next to the dress lay a pair of black, seamed, fully fitted stockings, a black Beşevler escort Bayan satin suspender belt, black satin bra, and a tiny black satin gstring. There also lay a hat and a white lace garter to match the outfit. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pulled my long hair free from it’s ponytail. My hair looked tired, as did I, and this would not do. I stripped off and gently padded into the bathroom where I showered and washed my hair. I returned to the spare room and gently dried my smooth soft skin. I found a hair dryer in one of the cupboards and sat in front of the mirror, brushing and drying my long dark hair. My skin glowed and my hair shone. Much better, I thought to myself. I moved to the bed and gently rolled the soft nylon stockings onto my smooth legs. I hooked the satin suspender belt around my waist and carefully attached to clasps to the stockings. Already my smooth cock stood hard, betraying the feminity of my form. My slight frame with gentle curves I worked on with just the right exercise. As I eased the bra straps onto my shoulders I wished for breasts to fill the small satin cups.  I lay back on the bed, waiting for my erection to subside, thinking about anything but the eroticism of my Çankaya escort current situation. Eventually it did, and I very carefully stepped into the satin gstring. It felt cool and soft against my cock as I did my best to tuck into the tiny scrap of fabric. My whole body soon felt the cool embrace of satin as I stepped into the maid outfit. It was indeed short, not even reaching my stocking tops. After gently clipping the lace hat into my hair I eased the white garter onto my right thigh and sat in front of the dresser. I carefully applied make up. I was inexperienced so decided a little would suffice, lipstick and mascara. Once I was satisfied I opened the envelope which sat waiting for me on the dresser. Inside it another note. “Jess, I hope you like what I have picked for you. I will arrive home at 6pm. You will greet me from the car.” I read that sentence over several times. He wants me to go outside dressed like this? I didn’t know what made me more nervous; going outside dressed in women’s clothing or going outside dressed in a maids outfit. With the size of the houses in the street and the seclusion of Jack’s driveway it was highly unlikely someone could see in from another house but someone walking down the road could Cebeci Escort easily see down the short driveway. I glanced at the time, he would be home any minute. I just had to do it. Jack had left a pair of black satin high heels at the foot of the bed which I eased on to my stockinged feet. As I carefully made my way down the stairs I saw Jack’s car arrive in the driveway and stop in front of the garage. I looked around and could see no one. I made for the front door and, with my heart pounding, I pulled it open. The cool afternoon air flooded over me as I carefully walked to the car. I could hear the confident click of my high heels and felt the gentle breeze over my stockinged legs. It was a sensory explosion as I reached out for the handle of Jack’s car door and pulled it open. He stepped out in his immaculately tailored suit and nodded to me. “Good girl”, he grinned at me. I felt a surge of excitement at such a greeting. He walked past and towards the house as I closed the car door and followed him. Inside in the hall way he slipped off his suit jacket and hung it up. I stood with my hands clasped in front of me as he walked around me, looking me up and down. “It suits you,” he said as he inspected me, “do you like it?” “Yes, Sir.” I replied. He looked somewhat thoughtful at my response. “Sir? I like that. I’d also like a drink. Whiskey, rocks.” “Yes, Sir.” I turned and walked to the kitchen, Jack following me. As I went to the cupboard for a glass Jack sat at the table, watching me. I searched the freezer for ice unable to resist bending fully at the waist.

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