A Day With Mistress Connie as a Woman
By Slave Vicki (Victor) from Corporal Newspaper
Vol. 17 , No. 4 , 1994
I had read various articles and seen Mistress
Connie's photos in a number of B&D publications. I
wrote her a letter, became her postal slave and now,
finally, I was driving down to Ft. Lauderdale to see
my stern, beautiful Mistress and to spend the day
with her. I'd explained to her in my letters about
my uncontrollable foot and stocking fetishes and my
cross dressing fantasies.
I'd also said I wanted our day together to be perfect and
toward that end, I'd sent her money to set things up in
advance of my arrival.
A thousand fantasies danced through my head and the anticipation
of finally meeting my beloved Mistress face to face excited me
unbelievably, during my drive down from Saint Augustine. I had no
difficulty finding the turn off to the Fort Lauderdale International
Airport. I parked my car, walked to the South Terminal, found
locker 316, and stood nervously in front of it as I'd been
instructed. Twenty minutes (it seemed like hours) after I'd
taken up my vigil, a gorgeous, young woman with silver-blonde
hair and wearing a white chauffeur's uniform approached. "I'm
Mistress Connie's driver" she said in a curt, business like
manner. "Who are you?" "I....I'm Victor." I answered
nervously. She said nothing. Looked at me with cold,
blue, unblinking eyes. "I'm slave Victor" I amended
my answer. "I think Mistress Connie is expecting me"
A slight smile appeared on her lips. "Follow me
slave" she said, turning and walking toward the
glass doors. It was a distant pleasure following
The uniform fit like it was poured on and her flashing, high
heeled, white boots were a foot fetishist dream come true. At
curbside, the chauffeur opened the door of a white limousine with
silver tinted windows... and I was face to face with the breathtaking
She sat on the far side of the plush, maroon leather seats.
She was wearing a black, glove leather skirt and jacket, a
dove gray (beautifully filled) sweater, gray hose and the most erotic
pair of spike heeled, black patent leather pumps I'd ever laid eyes on, they
were a foot fetishist dream come true. Her gleaming,
black hair was even more striking than it was in her photos.
It was set off with a wide brimmed, black leather
hat. Stylish, elegant clothes, nothing flashy, but ,
my God did they look sensuous and tantalizing on
her. "Step in" she said, and I noticed her
red, painted lips and the dark eyeglasses she was
wearing. Her gorgeous legs were crossed and I noticed
the hands that rested on her knee were tastefully
bejeweled and graced by impeccably manicured, long,
"Mistress.....oh God Mistress Connie...even after
seeing the pictures you sent me, I never dreamed you
could be so beautiful!" I slid into the seat, not
able to take my eyes off her. The door closed behind
me and several moments later the car moved away from
the curb. "Yes" she said. "Most men are entranced by
my beauty. That's one reason I can do the things I
do to them" She sat perfectly still, hardly moving a
muscle. "Also, most men, mesmerized by my beauty and
aware of my position as a Supreme Dominatrix," would
find it uncomfortable to be sitting beside me as
you've chosen to do."
"Yes....yes Holy Goddess....I'm sorry." I whimpered.
I quickly slid off the seat and crouched on the floor." I'm
truly sorry Holy Goddess. I...I just didn't know what was
expected of me."
"Is that right?" The haughty Dominatrix said
sarcastically. "Most of my slaves know without being
told that their place is at my feet." She swung her
leg up and held her spike heeled foot in front of my
face. "Perhaps you disdain the traditional greeting
of a slave for his Mistress. Perhaps you think
you're too good to kiss your Domina's feet."
"No Mistress...oh God no" I blurted. I reached out
and gently, reverently held the sides of the
gorgeous shoe in my hands. "I've dreamed of paying
homage to your beautiful feet since the first time I
saw your pictures. Please...please Holy Goddess" I
begged. "I know my place. I beg you to grant me the
honor of touching my humble, slave's lips to your
"To my regal shoes, you mean slave" she said,
smiling for the first time at my obvious excitement
and my show of servility.
"You may relevantly kiss the toe of each shoe little
lackey. But as for my feet...as for sucking the foot
sweat through my hose and kissing my enticing,
painted toes...we shall have to see how you behave
on the very special, shopping trip I have planned for us
I remained there on the floor of the limo after I'd
properly paid homage to the Queen. She seemed
perfectly at ease with a man crouching there in
front of her and I wasn't about to complain. Not
with the thrilling view I had of her gorgeous,
glamorous legs, encased in those shimmer, gray silk
stockings. I could smell her perfume, mixed with the
intoxicating odor of the soft, glove leather of her skirt.
As we talked, she casually rested her leg on my shoulder.
I'm sure it meant nothing to her but, as we turned a
corner, her stocking sheathed calf would rub lightly
over the side of my face. I swear to God, I've never
been so excited in my life! We parked in the
underground garage of a mall and the chauffeur
(Mistress called her "Silver") opened the door for
us. "Come along darling" Mistress said. "Leave your
suit jacket and tie on the seat and follow me."
"There's a cute, little shop in here that ells
delicate, sexy underwear" she laughed. "For the
larger, big boned women...or whomever."
Mistress Connie made no secret about who the white,
lacy bra and panties and garterbelt were for that we
picked out. There was no doubt about how humiliating
it was for me but exciting at the same time. The
same humiliation and shame I felt when my sister
used to make me wear her underclothes and would
touch and fondle me through the silken
undergarments....and would, if I obeyed and amused
her sufficiently, masturbate me to an orgasm.
"We'll take these and a pair of these lace top,
white stockings." Mistress Connie told the snooty,
fat salesgirl. "Get the prices off these then give
them to him. He'll be wearing them home."
With that the salesgirl raised one hell of a scene.
Before she finished, every lady in the store knew I
was buying female undergarments and she insisted I
couldn't change in the women's dressing rooms. "Just
ring up the prices" Mistress Connie said in an ice
cold voice. "This is expensive lingerie and I'm sure
the owner doesn't want to lose the sale. I'll go in
the changing booth with him and make sure he doesn't
peer over the top."
The fat salesgirl gave in but every woman in the
store had somehow managed to get a look at what I
was buying and every eye was on us as Mistress
Connie and I closed the curtain in the little
dressing booth. With all that had happened and now
with Mistress Connie only inches away from me,
unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping and dropping my
pants, I was about to explode with excitement.
"Really darling." She laughed as she pulled down my
underpants. "Just how do you think we're going to
get these tiny, bikini panties on you with this
sticking out that way?"
She treated the whole thing like a big joke. She
even pulled two pads out of her purse to stuff in my
bra. "There now, I did the undies for you. You
finish getting your clothes back on while I pay the
girl." She gave my rock hard cock a squeeze through
the panties. "You better do something about this.
I'll meet you 'back at the car."
Some how I snuck through the mall to the parking
garage without being arrested. Mistress Connie and
Silver were leaning on the fender of the car,
waiting for me as I dodged in and out of the parked
cars, trying to cover the conflicting bulges in my
clothes. "So much for phase one." The Mistress
laughed. "In the car baby, we got more shopping to
This time, after she was comfortably seated, I took
my place at her feet without being asked. It felt
right somehow to be in this position. Not only did I
have a view of her gorgeous legs and high heeled
feet but it testified to her status as a
woman, as my superior, as my Dominatrix. As we drove
along, Mistress Connie once again used me as a
convenient foot stool, as she asked me more
questions about my relationship with my sister Linda.
I explained that Linda, who was three years older than I was,
remembered far more clearly than I did the hard
times we had when our father walked out on us. It
left both mother and Linda with emotional scars and
a bitterness toward males in general and toward me,
because I was my father's son. I'm not a
psychologist but it's not all that difficult to
understand why I'm so drawn to women's high heels
and hose. Linda, sensing I was just becoming aware
of the opposite sex, came in my room one night,
after a date and a few drinks, and began teasing and
playing with me. It ended up by her flaunting her
pretty legs in front of me, letting me look up her
skirt, and giving me my first orgasm by using her
high heel on my cock.
She took full advantage of the sexual power she had over me
from that night on. I did anything she asked of me, including
dressing up in her underwear for the amusement of her and her
girlfriends. Mother never gave her approval of Linda's actions
in so many words but I knew she was aware of what was going on
and made no move to stop it. By not stopping what Linda was
doing to me and, by not allowing me to date other girls, mother,
my primary authority figure, actually forced me into the role of
a sex slave for my older sister.
"A very wise mother." Mistress Connie said when I'd
finish telling my story. "If more mothers raised
their daughters to be dominate rulers and their sons
to be passive submissives, the world would be a far
nicer place in which to live." Mistress slid the toe
of her shoe between my legs and rubbed my pants (and
the satin panties beneath them) over my cock. "It
feels so good, doesn't it baby? And in a few minutes
we're going to see about making you into a pretty
lady your Mistress can have fun with."
The next shop she took me into was in a little row
of stores, not in the best of neighborhoods. I could
tell the moment I walked in that it was there to
serve toe transvestites and the B&D crowd. The
striking, heavily madeup, over-dressed woman who
greeted Mistress Connie by name was quite bizarre,
but at least she wouldn't get in a tizzy, like the
fat salesgirl at the other place, about a man
wanting to wear women's clothes.
"Monique, this is slave Victor." The Mistress said,
pulling me by my belt .up beside her, in front of
the tall redhead. "As you can see..."
Mistress raised her hand and flicked it at the
bulges in my shirt. ".'...We're in the process of
converting slave Victor into slave Vicki. We've got
him some nice undies and hose and now I'm looking
for the sexiest high heels....spike heels....for our
budding sex pot."
"You've come to the right place darling." Monique
said, looking me over. I have the biggest selection
of footwear, in the larger sizes, in town. "What
color were you looking for Mistress Connie?" "I'm
not sure." The Mistress said.
"But he's wearing white undies and stockings." She
turned to me. "Show her Victor, take off your
clothes." She then turned back to Monique.
"I think probably white, if you have them. And I
want full, 5 inch heels for our pretty lady to be."
I stripped down to my undies and stood beside my
Mistress. "Cute, isn't he?" Mistress said, smacking
my bottom. "He has a shoe and stocking fetish that just
won't stop and he loves being bossed around by mean, dominant
Mistress ran her hands over my buttocks. "Let me ask
you something Victor. Did big sister ever spank you
when you didn't do things just the right way for
her?" "Yes ma'am" I answered. "With her hands and
sometimes with a belt." Mistress slapped me again,
really hard this time, then gave me several more
stinging slaps, until tears began to well up in my
eyes. "Isn't that interesting" she said smiling.
"We'll have to explore this spanking thing later but now let's find
you a pair of shoes."
I was trying my best to walk around in front of the
ladies in a pair of white patent leather pumps with
the thinnest, highest heels I'd ever seen, when the
door opened and two women walked in. "Don't be shy
Victor" Monique laughed. "Todd and Roger here have
seen plenty of men in their undies before. Todd,
Roger, this is Mistress Connie. She's picking out a
new pair of heels for her sex slave Victor. Don't
you think these are just right for him?" "Lovely"
said the taller of the two.....men? "Butthose sexy,
five inch heels. Aren't they hard to walk in
darling?" "He wears what I like to see him in"
Mistress Connie said before I could answer. She gave
me another slap on the rear and ordered me to get dressed then put
the heels back on. The other three laughed, then
vent on about their business, while I got dressed.
When we got back in the car, Mistress Connie latted
the seat beside her and invited me to sit here.
"They look much nicer." She said looking down at my
new heels. "Now we're going to a fancy, big mall,
where we'll buy you a dress, avig and have your
makeup and nails done by a real professional."
"Oh Mistress.....Mistress please. Do I have to walk
through a big mall?" I touched the bumps t.hat
pushed out my white shirt. "I have this wadded bra
and...and these stiletto heels but...but I look like
a man....and I'm wearing a man's shirt and pants."
Yes" she said smiling. "It'll be quite a humiliating
trip for you through the mall won't it? Teetering
along on those wild, five inch heels with your new
breasts jutting out in front, but dressed like a
man. Extremely humiliating but then you know from my
letters and the articles I've written that I adore
humbling and degrading the lowly male." She rubbed
her hand over my crotch. "I enjoy using my power to
twist and manipulate men." Her hand found my cock.
"Do you have a problem with that Victor?"
I shook my head and managed a weak "no ma'am" as I
arched my body up to feel more of her wonderful, feminine hand.
My walk through the mall was every bit as embarrassing as I
thought it would be. The only thing that somewhat
took my mind off the caulking laughing shoppers was
my intense on those thin. sky high heels. Strangely
though, once we found a dress I could wear and after
the beautician had given me new fingernails, a
really lovely makeup job and a long, blonde wig, as
we left the mall, I was able to walk in those same
heels with little or no difficulty. I stood up
straighter, enjoyed the appreciative glances of the
passing men and even began to swing my hips a bit
more than necessary as we walked to the car. Mistress
Connie noticed the change in me and had to laugh.
"Quite a difference, isn't it? From walking around,
as just another dull, uninteresting male to
flaunting a woman's body and watching all those men
drooling over you." As we got it the car, she again
let me sit beside her. "You're feeling just a tiny
bit of the power a beautiful woman can exert over
the inferior male.
I can hardly blame you males for wanting to wear women's
clothes and tasting just a bit of our power." She
smiled as I crossed my legs and she arranged my plum
colored skirt prettily over my knees when I'd finished.
"Unfortunately, dressing like a woman doesn't give
you anywhere near the awesome, unholy power that
real women, like your sister and like myself, can
bring to bear on the hapless males that happen to
fall into our clutches. But enough about that.
You've had a rather tiring shopping trip and I want
you to relax while Silver drives us to my favorite
place on the ocean for a late lunch." Mistress
uncrossed her legs, lifted herself slightly off the
seat and swept her skirt up under her, all the way
to her thighs. "There now." She sat back down and
patted the most beautiful, silk stockinged thighs
I'd ever seen in my life. "I want you to stretch out
on the seat and put your head right here on my lap
and rest after your hectic shopping trip."
"I've got to tell you. The sight of those round,
succulent thighs was so exciting...so enticing, that
I could barely deep myself from plunging my face
between them. "Your head Vicki darling." The
Mistress said. Bringing me back to reality. As I
arranged myself on the seat, Mistress Connie slipped
off her leather jacket, and now I was not only
looking at her gorgeous thighs but her big,
beautiful breasts pressing out against
the thin, gray sweater! I've spent a lot of money in
my life in search of peace and happiness and
pleasure but never....NEVER.....have I found such
pleasure as I found that afternoon, cruising along
in that sleek limo, dressed from head to toe in
soft, sensuous silks and satins, with my head
cradled between those breath taking thighs, looking
up at a pair of tightly sweetened breasts that would
drive any man mad. And...it got better.
Mistress took off her sunglasses, looked down at me, talked
softly to me and began running her hand up my dress and
between my legs. Somehow she knew exactly, to the
second, when to stop manipulating my bulging,
swollen cock. Five, six, seven times she brought me
to the very edge of orgasm then broke it off. She
brought her breasts down and rubbed them in my face,
turned my face to let me lick and kiss her
thighs....then rolled me off on to the floor. "We're
almost there darling" she said, rearranging her
skirt and crossing her legs. "You look a bit
flushed. Get yourself together dear. We want to make
a spectacular entree when we strut in wearing all
our finery. And Vicki, while we enjoy the best
seafood in town, enjoy the lovely, ocean
view...we'll talk about all the fun games we're
going to play when we get home.
Oh yes. I forgot to tell you. My sister Irene, a very beautiful if
exceedingly dominant woman, will be stopping by to join in on the fun.
I'm sure the three of us are going to have a marvelous time together."
I'm not going to tell you what went on that evening
but I'll tell you this. If you long to have your
very own, sexual fetishes and fantasies brought to
reality, you must....MUST...write and establish
contract with the fabulous Mistress Connie. If she
accepts you as one of her adoring sex slaves, you
can visit her brand new dungeons in Orlando, Florida
and Atlanta, Georgia.. Mistress Connie and her sister
also make four trips a year up the East Coast. Let me
tell you how impressed I was with my visit. If I but one
day left to live, I'd beg Mistress Connie, the Supreme
Sex Goddess, to spend it with her. And I truly mean what
I say! For her color photo and more information, send Mistress
Connie your fantasy with $20.00, age, photo and a
full size S.A.S.E
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