Female led relationships discussion

After that pricey shopping spree—panties and bras (check the other thread), stockings, shoes, makeup, dresses, skirts, blouses, wigs, handbags, accessories like cheap plastic jewelry, PERFUME—you name it, I got it all. Back home to the house came my order: “go become Gayle.” I told her half this stuff was a mystery to me. She replied, funny enough considering you’ve been doing so well getting rid of them for the past two years. Then came another slap across my face and the command GO BECOME GAYLE.

First up was the garter belt. Undoing those suspenders is way easier than hooking them onto the stockings. Next, the panties. Picking the right ones matters when you’re in this CB3K situation; if they squeeze too tight, your balls get crushed. Then on went the matching bra—48DD with old panty hose legs stuffed with bird seed for hooters. I got clever: boots before slip, dress, and wig. Calf-high riding boots with a 2” heel. Then came the slip and the black faux wrap skirt sitting about 8 inches above my ankle.

Mistress was supervising all along, giggling like a schoolgirl. She took over for makeup—foundation, eye shadow, liner, lipstick—the works. I still haven’t quite mastered it; when I do it myself, I look like the star of some Boris Karloff movie. Then the wig arrived: blonde, shoulder-length, plus accessories. No earrings since we had our ears pierced today and left the studs in.

Fifteen minutes later, Toni and Sherri showed up. Time to head out. Is there a garage where I can get into the car? NOT! We walked out to the driveway. The look on the elderly couple across the street was priceless. Toni drove while Sherri sat in front with Mistress and me in back. As we started rolling, she leaned close against me. Suddenly her hand went up under my dress along my leg, rubbing my inner thigh and crotch. She asked, “How does it feel to be on the receiving end BITCH!” I got an instant hard-on—you know what that feels like in this getup. OUCH!!!

We reached the club where I had to open my own purse to pay cover money. Inside, a band was playing and we ordered drinks. About an hour later after a couple of beers, something unexpected happened: some men came over asking us to dance. MY GOD. What next? Sherri must have felt pity for me since it was my first time, so she declined on our behalf. Thank goodness—I’m terrible at dancing.

After another few hours, the inevitable occurred again. I asked permission to use the toilet. She granted it and said she needed to go too. We stood up, and Mistress reminded me not to forget my purse. Off to the restrooms I went, instinctively heading for the men’s room. “Gayle,” called out Mistress, “the ladies’ room is this way.” Something else I hadn’t thought of!

I walked in with Mistress close behind that’s when I discovered why us girls take so long: there’s a frickin line to pee! By now I REALLY need to go.

Finally my turn. Mistress ordered she better be able to see through the door at my panties. So I squatted like the little bitch I’ve become and went. Back to the table for more beers, then home with Mistress feeling me up all the way back. She was really worked up that night—it turned out her strap-on fits me well.

Then came wrist and ankle cuffs for me as I headed off to sleep on the huge dog bed we bought just for me (complete with water and food bowls).

What a night! I hoped this “going out” phase would end there, but boy was I wrong. At that moment, I had no clue what plans those two mistresses had in store for Toni and me later!