Stories & Poems

Dinner at Eight
by
Prissy Sissy Maid Caroline

Nervously, I rang the bell to the apartment. "Come on up, sweetie," was the reply and I was already captivated by Madam's dulcet tones. Once I entered the apartment I was struck by Madam's beauty, Her smiling face and glinting eyes. She wore a wonderful white satin blouse and a tight black satin skirt with seamed stockings and heels, knowing exactly how to dress to appear sophisticated and desirable. She was the vision of perfection, ultimately sexy. Her perfume filled my head as I bowed down to kiss Her feet. "Well, my little poodle, let's get you changed, dinner awaits!"

I had arranged to be dressed and to go out with Madam to a restaurant where She was known. I was purring in anticipation and excitement as Madam made me shower before She started my transformation. Firstly, She inserted the electric buttplug which would be such fun later and then the tight control panties to keep me nicely tucked away. Next, a tight corset and seamed stockings, comfort was not a priority, my appearance and deportment were more important. My breast forms were inserted into a pretty satin bra and I was ready to have my make-up done.

I sat on the stool and looked deeply into Madam's eyes as She started my transformation. Soon the foundation and concealer had changed me entirely. She teased me by asking me to close my eyes and She finished the rest of the make-up and I was eventually allowed to open them once a wig had been applied and I was unrecognisable. A pretty girl stared back at me, with bright red lips, subtle eye make-up, blusher, red nail varnish and even some earrings under a dark bob wig that went more naturally with my skin. I beamed at the effect as Madam smiled at my joy. "Such a pretty little girl, aren't we?", She teased.

"Well, do you think a matching outfit is in order?", asked Madam metaphorically. First, She fixed the control box to the plug on a belt round my waist and then helped me into a pretty pink blouse that buttoned at the back of the neck followed by a mid-length black satin skirt. Finally, I was allowed to wear four inch heels and I was ready. Madam made me walk up and down a few times to practise a feminine walk and She threatened to tie my legs if I didn't walk with a short gait. I admired myself secretly, revelling in the opportunity to be a real girl. The final touch was the perfume, which made me feel so very feminine.

"Ready for action, I think, my pretty pink poodle," pronounced Madam as we walked down to Her car and drove to the restaurant. "The rules for this evening, my little darling, are that you are my toy. I will order for you, you will act and eat daintily, sit up straight and keep your legs together, remember to walk in small steps and entertain me. And if you go wrong, poor pet, I have the controller to your plug here and will discipline you." As She said this, She pressed the button on the remote control and I yelped as the current passed into me. "Don't yelp, or there will be trouble", smiled Madam, as She laughed at my discomfort and pressed it again for effect. Unfortunately for me, She loved this little game, watching me squirm as She touched it unexpectedly, especially when I was constrained with someone being near. It was such exquisite torment and made me feel completely owned.

We reached the restaurant and my heart was beating as we walked in, wondering if I would pass. It was a dream to be dining with Madam, She was so exciting and pretty, and with a devious sense of humour often at my expense, but Her smile made up for everything. The restaurant was out of town in an old house by a pond, very romantic. I admit I wanted already to kiss Madam under the moonlight as we stepped out of the car. She looked just so perfect and She smiled again as She reminded me to walk slowly and wriggle my hips. "Very sexy, my frilly little darling", She teased.

My heart was beating so fast as we walked into the restaurant and I felt all eyes were on me. We sat for pre-dinner drinks and I curled up again as the waitress asked for our drinks. Madam smiled at my discomfort and stroked her leg against mine as She ordered the drinks. I started as if electrocuted and went red, but the waitress appeared not to notice. I was to drive home so that Madam could drink so I had only water as She had a gin and tonic. Just hearing her ask for tap water for me made me flinch. I was sure the waitress knew what was going on and was secretly killing herself with laughter at my situation.

Madam then ordered the meal and I was allowed a matching seafood platter and to share a very small amount of white wine with Her. I had almost relaxed at the bar, the other guests having lost interest in us, but then we were called to our table and again I felt utterly mortified as I walked up the stairs behind the waitress as Madam gave me a buzz accompanied by a giggle. I glanced behind me in panic and Madam patted me on the bum to encourage me on my way. Once more, I felt all eyes were on me as we walked to our table, even though in reality I think a few jaws dropped at the sight of Madam. She took the inner seat so I was on the outside and more exposed. The table waitress came over and gave me a long look as I smiled nervously. Madam was enjoying this tremendously and grinning broadly.

We shared some whitebait to start with as I started to relax a bit. Madam was such wonderful company, full of stories and anecdotes, and it was all I could do to contain my laughter. When the waitress approached, Madam delighted in giving me a little shock, daring me to squirm openly or cry out. I did not dare but it was so hard. Madam asked the waitress to take a picture and again, I felt everyone looked as the waitress got us to pose and smile. I would love the photograph in retrospect though as a treasured memento.

The main course was fabulous, lobster, clams and prawns, a real feast. Afterwards, I had to excuse myself and luckily there was a separate disabled toilet to use. Madam instructed me on the way back to wait for Her permission to be seated again. I approached the table with small steps, avoiding the gaze of anyone who looked curiously at such a tall girl. Madam looked at me and smiled and I stood and waited...and waited. Madam just held me with Her gaze as time became eternity. I shuffled nervously, people were turning to look why I was still standing and I went a deep shade of crimson. I felt a large shock and couldn't help a small involuntary gasp as Madam finally gave me permission to sit. She laughed openly at my mortification but reached over to stroke my hand and comfort me. "Wasn't that fun?", She purred. "Thank You, Madam," I replied, so excited by the situation.

We shared desserts, some cheese and some ice cream. One of the cheeses was heavily spiced and really not so nice, but Madam delighted in having me eat it all up, despite my muffled protests. Again, there was a broad grin at my discomfort. We chatted in a more relaxed way over coffee as most of the other guests had left and I was calmer. It was truly wonderful to have Madam before me, looking so sexy and being so animated, even though She loved to tease me. At the end of the meal, She asked the waitress whether she liked my new hairstyle and I almost died. The waitress was polite and complimented me before scurrying off for a laugh no doubt.

We took our leave and, once outside and under the moonlight, I thanked Madam from the bottom of my heart for such a wonderful experience. I wanted so much to kiss Her and She allowed me to kneel down and kiss Her feet again before I drove back. It had been absolutely amazing to be out dressed with Madam, teased and played with as I adored Her perfection. I was captivated by the evening, almost drunk in ecstasy and satisfaction. When we got back to the apartment, She showed me the pictures and smiled at my joy.

"If you are very good, my little poodle, I might allow you to have a copy."

I was in heaven.