Its the most important thing, our ex Prime-Minster used to tell us. Learnt a bit last a week but have to admit to not being a particularly good girl. Oh well I suppose, none of us are Saints!Master cried off (we'll see what happens in the next couple of weeks or so) and Mistress wasn't expecting anything from me - though she's brill and we regularly keep in touch. Next time (on Saturday if the weather is ok) I have my maid's task to do, various photos of me cleaning my room with a ball-gag in my mouth, easy peesie; but some of me cleaning the hotel. - not so easy.
So after six frustrating weeks I could go out and be myself again.Primarily met two men, one lovely sissy like me, and one loud mouthed tranny who wasn't dressed - just can't understand but suppose were all different.So I start my afternoon in Manchester trying to find the wig shop, but it was shut - we are in England after all. The more I think about it though, the more I like the wig I've got; it is now becoming part of who I am so need to re-think this and it probably wasn't a bad thing it was shut. Original plan was to find it, get dressed, then go to buy the wig and then go on and pick up my Chinesed dress. Anyway, walking back to the hotel and this guy starts chatting to me and takes me for a drink (I am walking through the gay village in my girly coat). Accepts what I am and comes with me to pick up my dress - actually that probably spoiled it a bit but the girls were brill and so professional and I'm still welcome back!
Back to the hotel, have a cuddle and get to have a feel of his quite lovely cock which he promises me later - but he is skint and is high on 'E' so I give him a fiver to get a drink in the bar while I get ready - in return he does a brilliant job 'nairing' me..He wants me to wear Chinese dress but there are zips and buttons everywhere and I need practice putting it on. Good sissy that I am (ha-ha) brought gold dress so wore that and eventually went down to the bar to meet him. All a bit rushed and could have done better with my make-up but it didn't look too bad.He was all over me in the bar but also had interesting girly chat with the barmaid and a couple of girls there. Had to go and get some money with him so he takes me to the station - holding my arm and practically dragging me there (he's a big guy in all respects). So here am I swanning around Manchester Station at the end of the rush hour dressed like a floozie being led by this huge guy. People were pointing and laughing but I loved it; wriggled more, played up more, drew even more attention (these hormones must be doing some good but I wish they'd stop making my tits ache so much).Back to the hotel bar - gave him some money to get as some wine - don't see him again. But I suspected that might be the case so wasn't too disappointed and you never know. At all times he was good to me though. Hope he liked his next tablet.
Eventually went back to my room but by now it was pouring down with rain. Also have to admit to being a bad sissy and not cleaning my boobs properly so the pads I was wearing were losing their stick. Decided to change into normal day outfit with sparkly silver and white top cos then I could wear a bra to keep my boobs in. Had to wear my coat as it was raining so hard but felt really girly walking down the road with the hood up.Went to Naps, the nightclub, where I met numerous people including Sarah who comes from not far from me and is into bondage gear. We had a long chat and plenty of dances. Beginning to dance much more girly and I was pleased with how I looked in the mirrors surrounding the dancefloor. Wish I could take pics but they just won't come out.
Come the end of the evening and this guy hits on me. He's quite attractive and I am quite happy to take him back to the hotel room. We walk back with his hand fondling my behind under my skirt all the way - at least it didn't get wet I suppose. Didn't take us long to get into bed and didn't take me long to get his trousers down. But, and don't laugh girls, he had the smallest cock and biggest balls I've ever seen - so I suppose I must need more experience. Even so, like the dutiful sissy i am, i tried everything in my power to make him cum. Fingers, lips, tongue, hand - but no. Another one down to the brewery - or is it me - or is it their guilt at sleeping with a sissy. One day my prince will cum!Anyway, evenually we both fell asleep and when I woke he was gone and sadly, I had to follow.So lets hope the snow stays off and I can do it all again in two days time. Need some beauty sleep now though (about thirty years)
