courtesy of Mistress Meany Morgan
Currently Miss Meany is taking care of Her sick mother but I hope She will be back into the scene soon!
On Sunday i went
to the mall
to get a new bathing suit, as you requested. They have a store
called, Everything but the Water; and another store called everything
the Water 2. They are next to each other, separated by only one
store between. One store only sells two piece bikinis and the
only sells one piece suits. Both carry only women's suits. i
till there was nobody in the store that sells the one piece suits and
went in. The sales girl was very beautiful, when she asked if she
could help me i handed her the letter You sent me stating that i was a
submissive of yours, and have been instructed to buy a new swim
She read it, smiled then said, "Well, let’s get you started. It
here that you are to get either pink or red. Which do you
Bright red, i told her it was up to her, that this was very
She smiled and told me not to worry about it. She asked if I knew
what size i was and i told her i had no idea even how the sizes
She looked at me for size and said i was somewhere between a 10 and a
She picked out 3 different red suits for me to try in 3 different sizes
so i could first see what fit and then we could decide on the
i was very nervous and just about to take them into the dressing room
a guy came in the store. He was looking around and i told the
girl that i wanted to wait till he left. She told me not to worry
about him, that he was her fiancé and to just go in and try them
on. i just couldn't and told her so. She said, "well then -
wait and I will send him on a walk for awhile". Before i could
(as i felt this was still very embarrassing -- what would he think i
there for that required him to leave) she quickly walked over to him
told him to take a walk. She returned to say, OK we are alone so
go try them on for size. i know I was bright red. i was
nervous and just couldn't get myself to go try them on. What if
i knew came into the store while i was coming out of the dressing
Explain that!! Frightened, i made up a story about having to go and
my Mistress to see if she really meant that i had to buy a woman's swim
suit. i told the salesgirl that i would be back shortly if i were
instructed to make the purchase. i left and headed right for the
safety of my car. i was relieved by now safe. But i new i
failed to perform my instructions.
i went in and told her i was the one that called. She asked me if i knew a color and size that i wanted and i said no. i then handed her your letter explaining my circumstances. She smiled and said, OK pink or red, I can work with this; She picked out 2 different red suits. i think they were the same as i had looked at the other night. She then picked out a pink suit and gave that to me also. She said to try them for size first and then we will settle on the style. i saw that they were all soft cup bra style and asked if she had any with underwire. i told her i thought i would need that to hold in the breast forms. She said that they carried very few with underwire, and none in red or pink, but did hand me a blue one with underwire push-up padded cups. Well, in the dressing room i went. i tried them all on and found that i was a size 12. The underwire style did not work very well as it was low cut in the back, thus no strap to push me into the cups and since i had nothing to push-up and it left a big gap. The red suits did look good on me i have to admit. The tight fabric actually helped to give me a waist. But the pink one looked best.
Only problem was that they did not have the underwire to hole in the forms. i thought they might pop out. Another problem is that the breast forms i have, called CURVES, fill out a B cup bra very well but did not look big enough in the elastic suit. It kind of squished them down. Well, i talked to the sales girl and told her i would have to go with an underwire style and she agreed. She was so cool. She said well at least you know you are a size 12 so now you can just go into a department store and buy a suit with wires. i thanked her and she wished me luck. So cool!
i thought i was safe but remember i said that the 2 stores were just 30 feet apart, separated by one little store. Well, after i had tried on the suits and left i walked past the other 2 piece bikini store and one of my friends was in there and called to me to say hello when he saw me. i was scared that the sales girl from the store i was in would run over to tell all of the sales girls in the bikini store about me trying on the suits. i told my friend that i had to run and left quickly. i was glad that his girlfriend is petite and wears a bikini because if she were a little bigger she would have been in the one piece store with him when i walked out of the dressing room. i would not have been able to explain it.
Well, on Monday i went into a department store and found a size 12 with underwire cups, but without the push-up pads. i could not find this style in a red or pink but remembered You thought that black would give me a sultry look. They had a black suit with several different color bands across the bust so i bought that one. i also got the sarong to go with it. i hope you approve of my selection. Sorry it took so long to get it accomplished. What a full couple of days of 'girl's day of shopping". You pushed me to the limit this time. i did not think i would do it but now i own a pretty bathing suit.
"Come on you
take the plunge!"
a dumb bitch that i am, mastering slutification is too difficult a
for me to grasp. Scraped knees would be all i would get from
to walk in six-inch platforms. Crunches, sit-ups and hours of
Diligently i practiced. i sat up at night, acid churning in my stomach, knowing that if i could not make money for HER, SHE would become upset with me, or worse. i would call once a week to report my nonprogression, and i could hear the disappointment, and anger in HER voice.
one day MISS MEANY gave me a reprieve, a way i could make HER the
A chance to hear THE LOVELY LAUGH coming from the receiver again.
I could rent myself out as a sissymaid. Of course, most people
want a man dressed in a french maid outfit to clean their houses,
it was done for bargain basement prices. It only adds up to about
fifty dollars a week, yes, (sigh) that's not very much, but to know
MISS MEANY is spending it makes me warn inside.
My day begins with opening my eyes, rolling my head over on my pillow, and seeing the beautiful sneer coming from an 8 x 10 portrait of my Mistress. i rise and shed my nighty, and kneel before HER likeness, with my chastity device as my only covering. i bow my head in silence, give thanks for my Goddess, and ask for the wisdom to do nothing to make HER exile me--to send my pathetic person back from whence it came, again to search for someone so great to possess me. i pray for strength and guidance to please HER.
i am now fortunate to be able to have the same time of the month as HER, changing the tampon in my mangina every 4 hours, and taking pamperin as often as SHE instructs. SHE has even instructed me to get hormone therapy to help in the development of a more appealing feminine physique.
i shower, put on my panties, no more male underwear for me, and leave for my job. Thinking of HER the entire trip, remembering how HER eyes from the nightstand picture bore through to my very soul as i readied a soul that now belongs to HER.
at work i begin a grueling day, working hard to earn a big paycheck so
that i will be able to give her a bigger monthly tithe. Each
i try to give HER more, for what SHE gives me is far more
my lunch hour is spent gazing at the picture of HER in my wallet with my heart pounding as I drink in HER beauty. Masterfully SHE controls me--miles away though SHE may be, HER strength surpasses the distance. Hours could be spent staring at HER, but for today this short one is over.
Sadly, i return to work. Wishing the day was over so that i might spend a few more fleeting moments with HER. HER voice, the unmistakable laughter directed at me, the cadence in my head from the last time we spoke all make me long to amuse HER at this very moment.
drive home is a little depressing knowing i will never be good enough
pay for more than a few minutes of HER glory, but that is enough to
my time on earth bearable.
did this happen to me ? As i write this, i find myself dressed in
i called Mistress Meany Morgan that first fateful night, her first
did not have to call back again but i did. i find myself unable to
the short time since my training began, Mistress Morgan has been kind
has graciously & patiently provided wisdom & directions that
find myself feeling more & more anxious to please Mistress Meany
life has changed quite a bit since that first lonely night when i
never dreamed that my (formerly heterosexual) life would come to this.
© 1999-2000 Miss Meany Morgan