It is Sunday Morning and I have been very busy, but still have not completed my profile. So I am once again completely dressed in the sissy girlie outfit of Mistress Rosemarie’s choosing.
I have rephrased and corrected sections of my profile and added another section. I was certainly hoping to have completed this by now, but I have one question that I must ask Mistress Amber because I am not sure how to do a link. After several months of trying to be a good sissy client you would think that I would know all of these things by now, but I do not. I quess I am still in need of more and extensive training and punishment as a sissy client.
I will, hopefully, finish my profile as soon as Mistress Amber helps me with my question.
This morning as I got up, Mistress Rosemarie told me I had to work immediately on trying to complete my profile. She had my sissy clitty-cage on the Ladies Room vanity and roughly placed it on my sissy-clitty. As usual, she was rough and I cried because it hurt as she shoved my sissy-clitty into its restraint.
Next came my pink panties and pantyhose. Today I was to wear my white big ladies big bra suitably stuffed. She had also taken out of my sissy girl closet a frilly pink crinoline for me to wear and a white “Sunday Church” skirt and blouse. The crinoline fluffed up my skirt and I felt very pretty and feminine in it.
Then, to my shock, she told me to hurry up with my corrections, because she wanted us to go to church and I could show everyone how pretty I looked. I was horrified. I can usually tell when she is just teasing me and she has never made me go outside dressed as a girl. This time I could not tell and I blushed with humiliation. Then she told me it would depend on how I did on working on my profile. I immediately went to the computer, started and hoping that I could complete it satisfactorily.
I did feel pretty and feminine in my outfit.
Well, as noted in my post, I did not finish my profile. Mistress Rosemarie did relent after much crying and begging and said she would not take me to church. She had made her point and as always I admit to her total control. I did not get off that easy though. She took me to the Ladies Room and lathered up nice and soapy my pink camay soap and after washing my mouth out (for whining) sufficiently and as you can see it was oozing from my mouth. I was allowed to spit most of it out and I was taken by the hand and had to sit and watch a Chuch service on Television. I could taste the soap for the entire service and it was not pleasant, but at least I did not have to actually go to the church service.
Unfortunately, I will have at least one more episode of this before finishing my profile.