Josie Meets the Key Man

by Josie girlc

  

I was shuddering with the shakes when I saw the outfit that Sarina told me I had to put on. She told me if I didn't do as she said I'd have to wear it for a whole week straight. It was a pink satin maids outfit, with a frilly lacy apron that goes all the way up the front, like a yoke apron. The skirt was horribly short, I had to wear "rumba" panties underneath.

Sarina said " you could kill me now, before I would ever wear panties like that"!!!! I had to wear them, Sheer light pink colored pantyhose, matching little pink heels, the shoes had a little girls strap across the front which makes the outfit look even more pathetic. I had on 2 petticoats that also fluffed out my skirt and made it so girly I didn't know how anyone couldn't notice. With my hair done in a permanent wedge with little bangs, it was a perfect hairdo for this maid's attire. I had a little pink maid's cap pinned on the top of my head. Pink nails, pink eye shadows and pink lipstick, everything was totally feminine.

I was handed a little pink purse that was actually a little girls handbag, it was so tiny I couldn't put anything in it but one lipstick and of course a tampon. I had to drive to the mall I had to walk inside. I was dying; everyone either slowed down or stopped and stared at me mincing along holding this purse and in this pink maid's outfit.

I had to go into the local CVS drugstore and buy some pantyhose. Walk up to the counter and pay for it. A young teenage girl was the cashier and she was giggling looking at me. Then the ultimate humiliation was said to me. She said," God, what kind of bet did you lose to dress like that." "Was it with your boyfriend, or husband? " "If he lost what was he going to have to wear." " I 'd never wear something like that!" Oh god she thought I was a female; she didn't even think I was a male, that I was a woman and was dressing like this. I can't pass as a male anymore, dressed like this everyone thought I was a woman.

Then onward to the opposite end of the mall, I knew that if I didn't obey Sarina would keep me looking like this for the next week and who knows where I'd have to wiggle. I went into Macy's and looked at dresses and then I went to the make-up counter and purchased some perfume. The clerks there also thought I was a punished female and shook they heads that I would dress like this for a man.

The worst was yet to come; here after about 2 hours of walking around the mall dressed like this, a security guard finally came up to me. He asked me to please leave the mall and he said I was causing a disturbance because of my "costume".

He said" Listen ma'am if you lost some kind of bet, I think you have paid it off and you have to leave the mall before you get attacked wearing such a skimpy outfit." Do you understand ma'am? I was dying he thought I was a woman dressed in this whore maid's outfit. Every male I passed stopped, and looked, the worst was the young teenagers. They would say, "hey check out the babe " "or nice legs honey" " Looking good mama." It was devastating.

Now this male mall security walks me out to my car and of course earlier I was told to lock my keys in the car. As I approach I tell him I left my keys in the car because I have such a tiny purse, and I hold my pink polished hands up to my mouth and screech in the highest voice I can " Oh no, silly me I locked my door, my keys are locked in there!" "Oh no what am I going to do, Please help me, oh please help me." He tells me to calm down ma'am, it happens all the time and he grabs his walkie talkie and tells the security desk that a woman locked her keys in her car and to call the local locksmith.

I had to walk back with him to the mall office, sit there for 45 minutes while the women that work as a dispatcher, and the other receptionists had their mouths open and stared at this female creature perched in pink heels and petticoated outfit sat in the little lobby. There must have been a dozen people walk by me; I overheard the receptionist tell another woman on the phone to check out the woman in the lobby. "NOT THE MALE DRESSED LIKE A MAID, BUT THE FEMALE DRESSED LIKE A MAID."

The locksmith showed up and when he saw me he grinned from ear to ear, he was a potbellied middle -aged man, in a blue denim uniform and was very grungy, he loved seeing this dressed up female. I had to act so bimbo-ish and wiggled behind him as he walked, I even asked him to slow down because I couldn't walk as fast in" these little heels ".

He had a step -up van and after about 30 minutes he got my door unlocked with a new key and told me to step up so he could write up the bill. Then I knew I 'd have to do what Sarina told me to do. I smiled and told him how I loved him coming to my rescue, and that he saved me from all the humiliation in the parking lot and I'd love to show him my appreciation. As I was talking I was unzipping his pants and pushed my hand onto his crotch. He quickly said, "come on back here little darling", "There's room back here and no one can see us." I had to get on my knees, in this maid's outfit, on my pantyhose and wiggle into position and lick and suck his penis until he came in my mouth. I swallowed all of it and then as Sarina told me to say, " Thank you, I love being a good cocksucker." My husband tells me I suck cock the best. " I was so mortified. I really have no choice and I guess this is the way it always will be. Now Sarina has so many other friends that urge her on and really I can't go anywhere as a male anymore.

I brushed off my pantyhose and made sure I didn't have a run in them, and the locksmith said, "I guess we can forget this bill, Thanks honey" I smiled and got out of the van into my car and drove home. Sarina told me that I was a 'good little whore " for doing exactly what I was told. My reward was being tied up with my wrists handcuffed to my ankles in the back of her SUV. She went shopping. I had a ball gag in my mouth and I was left there for several hours dressed in my maids outfit, butt plugged and penis locked. I am really nothing but a little sissy for my Mistresses pleasure. After a few hours we drove home and I made dinner, licked my mistress' feet and awaited my next punishment.

  

  

  

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