I started the day with the need to get cleaned up, having been used by Sir, I could appreciate why Madam would spend time soaking in the Bath on Saturday and sunday mornings.
Back into my maids outfit for the day I started to tidy up the living room and the kitchen. We have newspapers delivered at the weekend and they are put into the mail box that we have by the gate. so at 7.30am I minced my way to the gate to collect them. There has been a few times when I’ve been spotted by a passing car which can be quite alarming – it’s surprising how fast I can move on 4″ heels!
Sir had his papers and coffee delivered to the bedroom and I was required to “orally wake him up”. once he was happy that he was fully awake I was dismissed and went to get Breakfast ready for Sir when he came down at 9.30.
As per the night before I serve breakfast and stepped back to wait for any requirements from Sir. I was directed to put on the radio and to refill the coffee. Once I cleared the breakfast plate away Sir continued to read his paper with the coffee but also simply moved forward on his seat and undid his flys. “Billie get a cushion and deal with this while I finish the papers.” all very matter of fact.
Once Sir was content with my service and he had finished his paper. he withdrew from my mouth and told me to tidy up – again all very matter of factually.
The rest of the day fell into the normal type of routine that we have. I went about my duties and with a bit of time spare went and did some paperwork while sir watch some sport.
Late in the afternoon I was summoned to the lounge.
“billie, we will be going out for a drive later, make sure your make up is at it’s very best, also wear your new skirt and blouse. I think Alice has put some items for you in the bottom drawer. The items were bagged in the bottom drawer and were mainly one of my waist clinchers, knickers and an old pair of ankle boots, they had a 3 inch block heel.
I’ll be honest I wasn’t looking forward to this, I’ve driven fully en-femme plenty of times but I wasn’t sure what was on the cards this time.
I spent time working on the make up – this isn’t natural for me and I have to spend time applying and reapplying to make sure that I don’t get too much on and look like a really bad (and I mean really bad!) drag queen or either looking like a scary clown! The watch phrase was “less is more”. I dressed in the underwear, padded bra with the cheap inserts that I have, clincher holding up my opaque stockings, knickers over the top. Blouse, skirt, boots and then add a wide belt between blouse and skirt.
Jewellery added, rings, but there was no point adding the ankle chain considering the ankle boots would have hidden it. adjust the Wig and a check in the mirror and I thought that I would pass – just! I picked up the clutch purse and headed down stairs and back to the lounge.
I was looked over with a critical eye. My new clothes were checked and the indication was that they were suitable. I was asked for my phone and Sir removed the plain black cover and a pink one and I was told to put it in the small clutch purse.
I was told to fetch Alice’s Fawn rain coat, a short mac type jacket and to put it on. Sir made it clear that I was not to button it up, and when I put it on it came to mid thigh on me and about an inch above the hem of the skirt.
Sir picked up my car keys and I was ushered out and headed to my car. sir opened the passenger side and I tried to get in as elegantly as I could without showing my knickers, well as best you can when getting into a Skoda Fabia!
Sir got into the drivers side and we headed out. I had now idea where we were heading to we drove round for about 20 minutes having small talk, and then we stopped twice for me to get out and stand next to a couple of road signs and have my photo taken – Madam wanted proof that I had been out dressed.
after about another 15 minutes we were heading down a lane and Sir stopped the car next to a Foot path that led into the Rushmere Country Park.
“Ok billie, time to get out. ”
I looked panicked. “Yes, out you get dear!” I opened the door and swung my legs out and then stood up.
“Oh very elegant sissy, you’ve mastered that then. Now head down the track and it will take you to the visitors centre at the main carpark in the country park, from there you need to head into the village (Heath and Reach) and then go to The Star up at Heath road. If you don’t dawdle too much I’ll be waiting in the car park. – Oh yes one last thing take your knickers off and pass them here” Sir held out his hand.
I was stood at the side of the road dressed in a short trench coat over a blouse and skirt and I reached under the skirt and pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them and passed them to Sir. I was glad that the light was starting to fade.
Sir popped the panties into his jacket pocket and pulled the door closed and pulled the car away to continue down the lane.
I pretty much knew this path into the park having both walked and run the route on quite a few occasions. the park is a lovely place to visit but this evening it held a set of unknown terrors for me. I started down the path. Thankfully the ground was firm and my wider heel was alright for walking this way.
It is a strange feeling walking on your own dressed, while there is a feeling of terror for being discovered it is really rather liberating. The park can be busy all year round at any times. I was banking on the fact that at this time of the evening the park would be quieter. getting to the Pub would be more problematic as the village is well lit with street lights and I know how busy the pub could be on a Saturday having dropped Sir and Madam off there several times.
walking in heels with short skirt does mean that you can’t really stride out but I certainly wasn’t mincing along. The walk was quite pleasant but I did have to slow down a little as I got near to the visitor centre car park as a couple taking their kids for a walk were just ahead of me and clearly on their way back to their car.
I skirted the edge of the car park and aimed to pick up the path that then followed the road from the visitors centre down to the entry barriers down by the road to the village. just as I was crossing the overflow carpark heading for this path my phone went off.
Part of me had been expecting Sir to call, to check on my progress. However it turned out to be Madam.
“hello dear, how are you? John says you are out getting some fresh air?”
“Yes Ma’am, Sir dropped me off outside Rushmere and I’ve to walk to The Star pub.”
“So where are you at the moment?”
“I’ve just passed the visitor centre Ma’am”
“Show me!”
the call was cut off and I received an incoming Skype call. here I was in a car park near a country park visitor centre dressed in a short skirt having a skype call with my Mistress Wife. Madam wanted to see where I was and also how many cars were in the car park. she couldn’t quite see me properly so I was told to move towards the lights of the main car park. once there Madam made me hold the phone so that she could see what my outfit was.
she commented that the coat did suit me but she would probably get me one of my own rather than using hers.
“what colour are your panties billie?”
“I’m not wearing any” I said in quite hushed tones for fear that someone may be listening.
“Oh you slutty tart! show me!”
On Madam’s direction I held the phone out and with my other hand I raised the hem of the skirt to show my stockings tops and the exposed metal of the cage.
“Oh dear, you are such a tart, going commando in the park, that’s not very lady like is it dear?”
“No Ma’am”
“well don’t let me keep you, you have an appointment at a pub, you could probably do with a stiff brandy before you go home – Watch out for the Bar man at the Star, he’s definitely a leg and stockings man, he may take a fancy to you!”
“I hope not! I just want to go home when I get to the car!”
Madam, laughed, blew me a kiss and wished me a good night and signed off with “Love You!”
with that I hurried away from the lit area and put my phone back into the clutch purse.
there was several cars that passed me on the way out of the park. but my walk into the village was a hurried affair from me. I had a choice to follow the main road up to the junction and then head up Leighton Road towards the Star or to go through the housing areas. with it now dark but the roads all lit with street lighting I decided to go through the housing streets.
Now it became very apparent there was going to be a significant difference with this part of the walk. my walk so far had been on tracks – earth sand and gravel. I was now onto Tarmac paths and my shoes and their heels were giving a a clear “clip” as I walked along. anyone that was paying attention would now be hearing a hurried “clip clip” as I worked my way through the streets heading to my destination.
it was also at this point that I started to realise that it was bloody cold. despite my fear and adrenaline and the efforts of walking at pace in heels I could feel the cold on my thighs above the stockings and also around my un panty clad bum.
I zigzagged my way through the streets and came out near the top end of Leighton Road, I headed south and walked on to where it change to Heath Road. I could see the sign for the pub and parked just up from it at the side of the road – under a street light – was my car. I quickened my pace and crossed the road and headed to the car.
As I got to the car Sir opened the window and I crouched down to look in at him.
” Can I get in please sir?”
“straighten your legs sissy!, now ask nicely”
” Please Sir, may I get in please.” I was quite conscious that he I was leaning into a car window with straight legs with my short skirt riding up at the back exposing my stocking tops outside a pub.
“Alright Slut but it will cost you!” with that the door was unlocked and I quickly got in.
I got in and fastened the seat belt and with that Sir started to laugh.
“Bloody hell billie, the look on your face! come on lets get home, you look like you’ve had a bit too much excitement on your travels!”
I think that the journey home was one where I was just starting to calm down and to get my heart rate back to a normal pace. I didn’t realise just how fast it had been beating until I got into the car.
I was never so glad to come through the gates of our garden and to park up.
Sir, helped me out of the car and once back in the house he took my coat and told me to go into the lounge and relax. Sir came and joined me and handed me a Whisky and Ginger.
“Billie, we pushed you a bit tonight, Alice wanted to see how you would do, while having me as the bad guy in this, but you did really well. Alice wants you to do a bit more of going out and about but I don’t think it will be quite so drastic as this evening.”
“I think her next outing for you will be with Kerri down in London, where I think you’ll be a bit more ‘comfortable’ with being out dressed.”
To be honest while the walk outside was scary it was also quite enjoyable. I managed it without going into a complete panic and there was an element of freedom with it. now I’m never going to pass as female and to be honest I don’t want to. I like being Femme for my Madam and Sir and I do get a thrill out of it so it will be interesting to see where this goes.
I’m sure that there will be more of this to come, but as it was the Saturday night was finished with Sir and me relaxing in the lounge and several drinks to ensure that that we slept well that night (despite a bit of a disturbance in my room at about 2am when a visitor couldn’t sleep and decided that he would wake me up with his cock!)
