Still as impressed as ever by Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity, I am once again completely naked before the most splendid and beautiful jailer I know.
A prisoner of her domination, of her power that destabilizes me and puts me at her mercy each time Mistress Mademoiselle forces me to look at her so that I feel, before her splendor, that I am nothing but an insignificant object.
This time, Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity, as usual, had meticulously prepared her scenario and trap.
After putting my collar on and retrieving a card or letter from my mouth, Mistress Mademoiselle allowed me to read her book on Kinbaku, which she co-authored with Monsieur Alex.
I was in awe of this book, which I found informative and well-written; it's a beautiful work.
Then, with Mistress Ryouko, Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity ordered me to put on a feminine outfit.
Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity asked me, "What's your shoe size?"
I replied, somewhat confused, "43, Mistress Mademoiselle."
Mistress Mademoiselle then ordered me to put on a sexy black skirt with a slit, a tight white blouse, a pink thong, and beige tights, and also to put on high heels.
And then I had to parade before her audience like a model, to experience what it meant to be a modern woman and the privilege and superiority women have in matters of seduction.
It was humiliating to walk the runway in stilettos, especially since they were a size 38.
And to humiliate me even more, Mistress Mademoiselle forced me to beg a tall, beautiful woman sitting in the audience. I had no choice; I carefully removed her stilettos and then walked the runway in them.
It was difficult to walk in heels, and I kept losing my balance.
Then I returned and, with difficulty and delicacy, slipped into the heels of this magnificent young woman under the amused and sadistic gaze of Mistress Miss Calamity.
Then, to humiliate me further, Mistress Mademoiselle tortured me into wearing her sexy outfits. At first, I didn't understand anything; they seemed complicated and difficult to wear, especially the bodysuits.
Except for Mistress Chloe's last bodysuit, which was easy to put on, very comfortable, and even quite exciting, especially since Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity thanked me for wearing it until the end.
My feelings as I became a woman!
I felt confused and, above all, vulnerable. The sexy outfits were humiliating to wear, but Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity transformed me into a doll; I was her living doll.
I was her toy. As for the black slit skirt, Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity noticed I had put it on backwards and forcibly put it on me the right way. Like a mother scolding her teenage daughter. There's
a certain maternal side to Mistress Mademoiselle.
Then I was humiliated even more.
"You're just a little slut, look at your skirt, it's backwards, you look ridiculous. You look like a little whore," Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity whispered to me.
Then it was time to go on stage and do a little striptease. I was uncomfortable, but I did it to please Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity.
I was only wearing a white blouse, a sexy black slit skirt, black thigh-high tights, and a white thong.
By the end of the show, I was completely naked.
I was humiliated, and then Mistress Miss Calamity punished me by making me wear Chloe's bodysuit until the end.
I felt so ridiculous and humiliated, like a little teenager, Mistress Miss Calamity.
Thank you so much, Mistress Miss, for this confusing and emotionally charged experience.
It was magnificent and fantastic, Mistress Miss Calamity.
Thank you again.
Submissive S.
