Andrea's Diary (Part 8)
Following my last Diary where I expressed a desire to "walk on the wild side", it was with some trepidation that I made arrangements to visit a Madame and her Dungeon, for some corrective treatment!
As usual I went to Transformation early in the morning and went though all my procedure of a full shave and make up. I have to admit that I was a little coy with the girls as to where I was going for my outing and photos. I had pondered over what to wear for some while and I eventually settled on at least wearing an outfit that I thought might be sexy but practical for the occasion.
I wanted to be clear about my limitations and goals for such an excursion into bondage and domination. My overriding condition being that I must be portrayed as a "girl" at all times and that this would limit the experiences that I would be required to endure (if you know what I mean!)
With all this in mind I drafted a letter that I intended to give to my Madame setting out the theme of my visit.
Dear Madame Andrea has been sent to you for training.
She has very sexy legs and loves to wear short skirts and high heels. You are kindly requested to make sure she is made to wear her very highest heels as much as possible along with her very shortest skirt - made to flaunt herself in such attire.
You may suspend and bind her at your pleasure and also place her in stocks or on equipment that will allow you to administer any punishment that you desire.
Yours Sincerely...
With this letter I envisaged the sort of things that could happen to me and I set off from Transformation (very nervously - more so than just going out as Andrea).
I was wearing for the occasion my PVC mini skirt and top, a mauve pvc bomber jacket and matching wide leather belt. To get there I also wore my 4" heel boots. (I had though packed my heels for the occasion - these being my 7" stiletto courts which were also lockable!).
Having previously decided that driving up to central London in the morning rush hour would be a nightmare, I parked my car just south and arranged for a cab to take me there from Transformation.
Once back to my car I drove off to my appointment which was half hour or so away near Dartford just off the M25. I found the heels of my boots quite easy to drive in, fortunately, so I did not need to change. My pvc skirt was very short and I was sure that all the guys in their white vans and lorries were getting a real thigh full!
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