experienced before putting them on bare feet. I stood and again experienced that wonderful feeling in my calves. I walked over to the mirror and was greeted by the reflected image of a beautiful woman. I couldn't believe it.

"Now," Sally said. "Put on my panties, skirt, and Mary's jacket and go down and get another bottle of wine for later."

I put on the clothing as directed and looked into the mirror. It was tight, but sexy tight. I couldn't get the skirt closed but the jacket was long enough to hide it. Sally had me put on some clip-on earrings with three-inch diameter hoops. They made me look even foxier as I admired my appearance in the mirror. Then Sally reached into her bag and came out with the final touch.

"Before you go out put this on your ankle. It will remind you of your slave status."

"Yes, Mistress,' I replied as I bent over to fasten the half-inch heavy gold-colored chain around my ankle. I felt a thrill course through my body as I snapped the clasp shut.

I was apprehensive about opening the door and venturing out, but yet I was eager to have others see me as a beautiful sexy woman. I walked out into the cool night air. To my surprise I had little trouble walking down the stairs in the skyscraper heels.

The click of each step on the concrete paving was transmitted up my legs to my pelvis and I could feel the weight of the ankle chain. My tucked-in cock, or cunt as I liked to think of it, was fairly steaming I was so hot. As I walked the half block of sidewalk to the liquor store a car pulled up next to me at the curb and a nervous voice asked me if I wanted to party.

I shook my head and he drove off when I entered the store. The store was brightly lit, to discourage holdups I presumed, and I

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