A Letter to my Master

Now time for the enema – slowly I push the tube of the douche into my anus and squeeze the bag, feeling the liquid push into my colon. I get another sexual rush, imagining that it is my Master's cum shooting inside me and my cock stiffens further. Finishing the procedure, I withdraw the douche surrendering to the inevitable dash to the toilet bowl. After this, I clean and lube my aching girly bud so that it will be ready for Master's use

When this is done and I am clean, my next job is to shave. I get rid of all body hair using a depilatory cream and razor. Especial care with my face. I am lucky that I do not have a thick beard, but nonetheless I am smooth as smooth can be at the end of it. I have already made sure that my head hair is especially short. I have a special wig tonight that I know that Charles will like – it has a high pony! He will love grabbing that and using it to shove his gorgeous engorged manhood deeper into my mouth.

I come back into the bedroom and sit down at the dressing table. My room mate thought it odd that I should have one, but as I do a lot of amateur dramatics, it was explained away. This also explained away the amount of women's clothes I had in my wardrobe.

I had instructions as to what I should wear and I laid each item carefully on the bed.

The dress was a black cotton dress that I had picked up at a boot sale. To my joy, it fitted me perfectly and it was just what Master had ordered tonight. It came to my calves and scoped at the front to show off my bust (not that I have one, but more of that later). I loved the feel of this dress against my skin, rubbing gently eroticising the event of wearing it.

Then I lay out the stockings – pull ups. I love the way that they give the feel of stockings, but without the fuss of suspender belts. Men can get at you so much quicker with hold ups! These ones were white with a faint herringbone pattern on them and I loved wearing them.

Then my Pants and bra. Electric blue and lacy (though not unduly so – Master likes simplicity) and as they are silk, such a sensual feel against my skin. Also the breast inserts that fitted into the bra, giving the impression of a bust. This was the first time Master would see me dressed so I hoped he would like me!