A Special Dinner: Part 2 is available on Amazon

Part 2 of A Special Dinner is available on Amazon.

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The door to my room opened and Sadie walked in. She was wearing one of her black leather skirts with a tight black top.

“We are going out so you need to get changed,” she said as she walked to my small wardrobe and began looking through my ever-growing collection of feminine clothes.

She pulled out a small pair of white thong panties, pink dress, matching stilettos and then began to look for accessories.

“Get changed,” she said.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about princess, now get dressed,” she replied.

I had been out a few times dressed but I still was not comfortable with it. I was always worried someone would see that I was a, well that I wasn’t a woman, but it never happened. In fact, to add to my humiliation Sadie would often point out men looking at me, saying that they fancied me and I should go off and say hi, but I would quickly look away blushing madly as she laughed.

I slowly began to change as Sadie watched. I knew she would be comparing me to Dominique as I slipped off my maids uniform and corset. Sadie had laid out the panties and dress on my bed and I quickly pulled the small thong up my thin legs. Now more than ever I felt very uncomfortable being undressed in front of Sadie. I stepped into the pink dress, it had an off the shoulder design, with a tight bodice that joined a small full skater skirt. Once it was on I realised how much skin was on show.

I stepped into the high heels and Sadie tied a white satin ribbon around my neck before handing me a matching Alice band to put in my hair. Lastly, she handed me a white clutch purse before saying I was ready and pulling me to the door. As we got to the hall she stopped at the mirror to check herself and I saw myself for the first time. The outfit had a youthful sexy look that I was very uncomfortable with, my bare legs, arms and shoulders made me feel vulnerable. I looked like a scared teenager. The image was reinforced by Sadie's mature, confident and sexy look. To my horror, I realized we looked more like mother and daughter than husband and wife.

“Coat,” said Sadie as she checked her makeup.

I looked at the coat hooks and saw a light black blazer of hers which I held open for her. She looked at it and smiled before pointing to her black leather jacket and telling me to get that one.

The jacket cut in deeply at the waist showing off her curves and leaving her bottom covered by the tight leather skirt exposed. I knew that men would be lining up to walk behind her dressed like this.

She drove to a part of the nearby town I didn’t know very well, it was kind of run down and seedy. My nerves grew as she parked and told me to get out. As I stepped out of the car I felt a light breeze around my bare legs and gently lift my skirt. I stood on the pavement holding down my skirt and blushing as I looked around at the little back street. It was full of cheap mobile phone shops, selling covers and offering to unlock your phone, vape shops with bongs in the windows, there were a few sex shops and tattoo parlours and it was to one of them that Sadie headed snapping at me to keep up. Sadie's bottom swayed hypnotically in the tight leather skirt as I followed.

As we walked in a bald pierced man looked up, his eyes instantly following my lovely wife in her leather outfit. I looked around and saw a clean looking room with a few chairs and tables set up in work areas.

“I have an appointment for my friend here under the name Winslow,” said Sadie to the man.

A Special Dinner: Part 2

Part 2 of A Special Dinner is nearly finished. To be honest, I didn't plan on writing a follow-up but when I finished the first book I realized I had left a few things hanging that I wanted to explore.

What would happen after the dinner?
Would James contact Katy?
What happens at Dominique's clubs?

I am trying to get it finished in the next few days as the next couple of weeks are going to be busy.

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A Special Dinner

Things keep getting worse for poor Oliver, first, he loses his job, than Sadie his beautiful wife puts him to work taking care of the house. But when he fails to meet Sadie's standards she quickly dishes out punishments until Oliver is trapped in a steel chastity device and some very feminine clothes.

Follow Oliver on his humiliating journey as he falls from husband to sissy maid and finally cuckold.

Extract from A Special Dinner

“You can't send her out in this, listen to the rain,” said Sadie.

“Oh I know,” she gasped excitedly and raced out the room.
"Dominique placed his car keys on the tray I was still holding as I looked at the floor.

“Here,” said Sadie reappearing.
“I saw this the other day and it made me laugh, I just knew it would suit little Sissy here,” she smiled as she handed me a girls coat.

It was a clear PVC raincoat. She giggled uncontrollably as she helped me into it. It was short, falling to the tops of my thighs and only just covering the skirt of my PVC uniform. There was a row of buttons running up the centre which she quickly fastened, two large pockets and a hood. The whole thing was completely transparent, showing clearly the red maids dress beneath. The only colour on it was red piping that ran over the joins. She smoothed my hair down and pulled the hood into place before placing the car keys into one of the big clear pockets and snapping the button shut.

“There,” she said stepping back to look at me and burst into laughter.

Dominique joined in when he looked up from his phone.

“God you really are pathetic,” he finally said wiping a tear from his eye, as he and Sadie led me to the front door.

I saw myself in the mirror and was crushed to see he was right. The hood had floppy transparent kitten ears attached to it, making it look like the kind of thing a small child would wear. The clear PVC coat was eye-catching, and the bright red maids dress below was eye-catching, but together they screamed look at me!

The door opened in front of me and I could see sheets of rain coming down on the busy street.

“No, no, please” I begged as I felt hands on my back pushing me forward.

“Get the bag, or stay out,” snapped Dominique.

“If you do decide to run away, the prostitutes hang out down that way. I’m sure you would fit right in,” laughed Sadie as she pointed down the road.

I stood on the step hyperventilating in fear, feeling the cold night air run over my stockinged legs as they laughed slowly closing the door and waving goodbye.

Cars loudly ploughed through the puddles covering the roads and on the footpaths people rushed to get in out of the storm. I watched from the safety of the porch with an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation as I realised I would have to join the early evening traffic.

Two women were walking down the footpath, they hadn't seen me so I waited for them to pass by before stepping out of the porch. The heavy rain drummed loudly against the PVC mack as I did, it was deafening. I saw them look around at the sudden noise before giggling as they hurried on. The rain splashed up my stockinged legs as I minced down the drive. A sudden gust of wind blew rocking the trees and blowing icy air around my legs, lifting the short skirt and petticoats and blowing the hood back, forcing me to try and hold both in place with my hands. Rivers washed over the smooth coat and dribbled off the hem as it sat on the black lace petticoats, as the rain drummed on accompanied by the loud click-clack of my shiny red stiletto heels.

When I got to the footpath I realised that in my panic I didn’t know where Dominique's car was parked and stood awkwardly fiddling with the pop button on the pocket containing his keys. I had to use both hands to undo it and as I struggled another gust of wind sent my short skirt and petticoats billowing up around me. I'm sure that all the cars passing saw the straps of my stockings and panties before I managed to hold them down again. There were a few honks from cars but I refused to look up. Once it passed I returned to the pocket and quickly popped it open, with the fob finally in hand, I pushed the button and saw to my horror lights flash on a car parked on the other side of the road. There was no way I could cross here without risking being run over. I thought about how humiliating it would be to arrive in a hospital dressed in a slutty red PVC maids uniform and turned down the dark footpath to the crossing.

I tried to mince quickly but the path was uneven and covered in puddles. If I stepped in one I couldn't see how deep it was and after almost falling twice I started to avoid them. Cracked paving stones would send icy water splashing up my legs making me shriek. I was forced to keep my head down checking my path. I hopped and minced towards the crossing, one hand holding the hood in place the other holding my skirt down from the wind. The path was so dark I don't think many people saw me, or if they did only saw a strangely dressed girl glowing in the reflection of their headlights as they passed, but the anonymity of the dark path was running out.

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Extract from Hunter’s Honeys

“These are all standard forms for a modelling course, they can be a legal nightmare if they are not dealt with properly,” she smiled, pointing out the last place for me to sign.

“Right, that’s good. I will call Mistress Verbeck who will take you to your dorm room and get you settled” she said pushing a button on the intercom.

I looked surprised at her and mouthed “Mistress, dorm room?”

“Yes, I find it best for each group of students to live together while they are studying. It allows them to focus more and to help each other along. Now Mistress Verbeck is your house mistress so she is in charge of you until you finish the course. You must do what she tells you at all times. We don’t want it getting back to Vanessa that you were causing trouble now do we?” she asked looking at me and clearly waiting for me to answer.

I shook my head no.

“Good,” she said, standing up and coming around to the front of the desk, picking up the papers I had signed and organizing them into a neat bundle.

Just then the door opened and a woman came in wearing a black latex top which buttoned up at the back. It had puffy sleeves with a white collar and cuffs, a round silver brooch at her neck. Her blonde hair was done up in an ornate hair bun and she wore big dark-rimmed glasses. Blood red lipstick matched her long stiletto nails. She was wearing a long flared ankle-length skirt again in black latex. Around her waist, was a large leather belt from which hung a few leather pouches and in her hand, she was holding a black drill cane with a silver top. This must be Mistress Verbeck I thought. The way she was dressed made me think she had just come from a set, she must have been filming some Victorian themed femdom I thought. Something where she was the strict housekeeper, she certainly looked the part.

“This is your first student Mistress Verbeck, can you take her to the dorm and make sure she is ready for tomorrow. I know it’s a bit of a mess at the moment but I have builders coming tomorrow to make the changes we need”, Said Ms Hunter.

“Of course,” said Mistress Verbeck.

“Here is her paperwork,” said Ms Hunter handing the forms I had signed to her.

Mistress Verbeck looked through them for a second and with a growing smile looked up at me.

“Right, follow me,” she said walking to the door.

I stood there for a second trying to process what was happening.

“Ok let us try this then, hands behind your head, Now!” she barked with an irritated look on her face.

I jumped and did as she said taking a step back. The way she was looking at me was intimidating and I didn’t like the feeling that was growing in my stomach. She took a small remote from her belt and pressed a button. Suddenly my hands locked to the collar and Mistress Verbeck took the leash. I was now helpless again!

After what I had been through today the feeling terrified me. There was no need for this. No one was filming. I was just joining a modelling course, not a….

CRACK!
Her cane shot out and cut me across the bum driving all thought from my head.

“Move!” she screamed.

I minced to the open door as quickly as my skirt and heels would allow silently begging her to stop, but she did not relent. The click-clack of my shoes sounded like a machine gun. When I got through the doorway she barked “left” and still using her cane drove me down the hall and into the main hotel. There were still lots of people around and seeing me near hysterical trying to mince away from Mistress Verbeck, as she easily kept pace with me, raining strokes with her cane brought much laughter from the models and crew watching.
















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Hunter's Honeys

Mark had no time for the hotel he had inherited, he was only interested in building his photography studio. That is until the money problems start. His new dominant wife suggests a way out, renting the studio to the enigmatic Ms. Hunter so she can film fetish movies.
It is not long before Mark is surrounded by a sea of beautiful women in latex and leather, but what will happen when an actor misses the shoot and Mark is the only one free to step in?
Hunter’s Honeys is the first part in a new series exploring the world of Ms. Hunter. Follow Mark as he begins his training in feminization, humiliation and lots of domination, as he is moulded into becoming one of Hunter’s Honeys.
















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