After dressing me, Mistress and Miss Susan spent some time on what they called deportment, getting me to walk up and down the hall in my new dress and and even higher pair of slutty pink heels. They stood at either end, each with a riding crop, and would give me a number of strokes each time, depending on how well i did. The first time Miss Susan whipped me i squealed and she smiled as she told me i would get another stroke. Craig would come out now and then and give me a spank, or pinch my butt. Mistress ordered me to thank him each time.

Then it was time for cocksucking. "If any cum drips on the dress you'll be very sorry" Miss Susan said, and i took care to lock my lips hard around Craig's  thick cock as i bobbed my head up and down. It felt different serving a man dressed this way. Locked into the pink dress, swiming in lace, made me feel so feminine, and i realised i was weak and defenceless faced with a strong, manly cock. i am not a man, but a sissy. My cock..no, my clitty is locked away. i am locked into a deliciously feminine dress. My name is Jessica Jayne. i am a sissy slut.

Craig came, and i took care to catch all his cum.

I then had to serve them all lunch. As i served Craig his hand rested on my pantied ass and he gave the dildo a little prod forcing it seeper into me. i gasped, and Miss Susan gave me a stroke of the crop across my legs. "Shut up, slut. You'll feel a real cock in your pussy soon enough".

i stayed the night at Mistress', sleeping on the sofa in a short pink babydoll, bra and panties. All night i heard Mistress and Craig having noisy sex; Mistress had left the door open so i could hear her tell him how much better he was as a lover than me. Once she threatened him with the same fate as me if he did not please her one more time.

The next morning Susan returned with some more clothes. She had adjusted her old school uniform to fit me - white blouse and a grey skirt that ended above the knee, which they agreed was too long. Then there was one of her tight miniskirts and a pink boobtube top, and a light floral dress..i performed a little fashion show for them, and they agreed the schoolgirl and slutty whore looks were the ones to go for.

i was dressed in my tight jeans and pink tshirt and taken shopping. We went to a boutique in town which was full of young girls - Susan's age and younger - who giggled as i was led round and had tight little tops and short skirts held against me. i had chosen for me a tight top, very low cut, short ruffled sleeves in hot pink, a very tight little black miniskirt and a tarten pleated miniskirt. Then onto another shop where i had chosen for me two white blouses, another tight skirt and a woman's business trouser suit. Finally we spent half an hour in the lingerie department buying a week's worth of panties and matching bras. Mistress made me pay, and the shop assistant smiled as she bagged the items, looking the very visibly sissified man in front of her over and smiling to herself as she probably imagined me putting the clothes on. "There you go, sir" she said, emphasising  the last word.

The rest of the afternoon i spent modelling the new clothes.  "You'll wear your new suit to work tomorrow" Mistress announced to my shock.

i am sitting in my kitchen writing this before leaving for work. i am wearing my women's business suit.  From a distance you can't tell its not a normal suit - its cut differently, and the buttons are on the opposite side. There are no flies on the trousers. i am wearing a white blouse which could be a shirt, and wearing a tie helps improve things. But i am scared of being caught out. i am driving to work today, and have put a male suit in the boot just in case, and i have no meetings scheduled. So i might just get away with it.