A Birthday to Remember! Ch. 04

A Birthday to Remember

Part 4

In some ways the meeting room in which Haley and I found ourselves looked typical of the species: there was a long table labeled "Welcome--Registration";

A couple of folks behind it helping individuals sign in; a coffee urn with cups, cream and sugar; next to it a selection of cookies; and a place for seating with whiteboard, large TV, and a speaker's lectern. The seating was a bit odd, in that it was arranged in a circle. There looked to be perhaps twenty seats, a half-dozen already taken by individuals sipping coffee and looking at brochures, perhaps the same number standing and chatting in twosomes, and now Haley and I to join three others at the registration table.

However, both the registrars and participants definitely did not appear as most folks at business conferences or similar meetings looked! The two women registering (who appeared to be somewhere in their late thirties or early forties and dressed in beautiful black evening gowns) were wearing leather, spike-heeled boots with the make-up and hair styles of Dominas. The way they held their bodies and the general body "language" they displayed clearly showed they took a decidedly powerful attitude towards the registrants, even though the latter stood while the two Ladies were seated.

The registrants, too, were hardly typical. Certainly, my appearance meshed perfectly with theirs. All were dressed in highly revealing and provocative female attire, but it was possible to recognize that the only biologically female persons in the room were behind the registration desk. Thus, lots of leg was revealed, and that was wearing either seemed, mesh, or fetish-design stockings. The latter included stockings with "S L U T" or "S I S S Y" or "G U R L" displayed on their sides. Everyone was in heels, either shoes or boots, with a wide variety within the categories. Make up was heavy and . . . well, verging on whorish--heavy eyeliner, several with long artificial lashes, heavy lipstick or gloss, etc. Pretty hair in all sorts of colors and lovely styles, including some with ponytails, pigtails, or tresses to the waist. There was variety in age and physique, ranging from perhaps 30 to 60 and from overweight to slim. Some could be seen to be male from across the room; others could "pass" but not in the bright light of the non-seating area. (The area of circled seats was lit indirectly and with lower wattage.)

In short, I found myself in the equivalent of a sissy/CD candy store with me as one of the commodities. Although too overwhelmed initially to make eye contact, I rather stumbled my way to registration, my eyes surveying the scene and my penis stirring in my panties. I bumped into someone who had completed the sign-in process and was moving away. Our attempts at mutual apology were cut short by a sharp comment that caused me quickly to turn to the table: "I need your attention, young miss!"

I met the sharp deep brown eyes of one of the registrars, and she was not smiling. "Hands behind your back, girl!" she ordered, and I instantly obeyed. Having the sense not to speak, I took a moment to admire her perfect make up, well-maintained braided hair, and rich chocolate skin. Attached to her off the shoulder gown, just above the swell of her right breast was a badge, quite official in appearance. It bore only three words: "MISTRESS LEADER MARTA." Slapping a paper down in front of me, she pointed an index finger with its nail perfectly painted in intense dark-orange polish. "Read this. Out loud."

I of course complied, glancing up just to be sure she could hear me clearly. Here is what I read aloud:

RULES

NOTE: ANY INFRACTION OF THE FOLLOWING IS CAUSE FOR IMMEDIATE DISMISSAL FROM THE PRISSY SISSY WEEKEND WITH NO

REFUND.

1. All commands of PSW Leaders will be immediately and fully obeyed.

2. Leaders all to be treated at all times by participants with total respect. This

Includes always asking the Leader for permission to speak (other than in

response to a question or requirement imposed my Her) and using ONLY

"Lady" or "Mistress Leaders" as terms of address:

3. Respectful behavior towards other participants is demanded. Unwanted

conversation, attention, AND touch is strictly prohibited. Any attempts at

gossiping about, intimidation, or ridicule of a fellow-participant is strictly

prohibited.

4. Presence at all scheduled activities at the time designated is required. Any

breaks will be announced by the Leaders, and dismissal also will be at their

discretion.

5. Only in a participant's private room is any form of masculine clothing

Allowed. This includes under (if any) or outerwear. At all other times,

participants will be bewigged, dressed, and cosmeticized to the Leaders'

satisfaction and as the Leaders direct. Clothing to be worn after Friday

evening will be distributed to each participant by the Leaders.

6. Other than in their own individual rooms, participants will refer to themselves

and all other participants using only one or more of the following terms:

A. Sissy

B. She ("her")

C. Girl

D. Miss

7. I agree to hold both this hotel and those organizing, presenting, and in charge

of all events during the weekend personally and corporately blameless for

claims of harm or damage I may believe I have suffered. I realize I am free to

leave at any time but that, if I choose to do so, I may not return and will

receive no refund. I also understand that if a Leader believes there is a need

for police involvement to escort me from the premises, I will make no claim of

any sort of false arrest or false report.

8. All these regulations were explained as was the exact nature of the Weekend

to the Female who sponsored me for the weekend. She has furnished all

required dress and implements ("toys"). She understands that the Weekend

is to be an exciting and happy time for me but also has agreed to this set of

rules and expects me to follow them without exception.

There was a place for my signature and the date at the bottom as well as the same for a witness.

As I finished with "and expects me to follow them also without exception," the Leader instantly asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Following a deep intake and exhalation of breath--I was intensely excited and delightfully apprehensive at the same time--I replied, "No, Ma'am."

"You silly little sissy!" the Lady hissed. You just broke a rule!"

I looked up, wide-eyed, into her contemptuous, belittling gaze. "Wha . . . what" I began to babble.

"Read number two again!" She spoke with sarcastic exasperation.

As I scanned it, I quickly realized my blunder and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Leader."

"How big of a bimbo ARE you?" She showed exasperation. Do what I TOLD you to do! Or are you trying to be smart with me, you little slut?"

I literally trembled but wisely thought before beginning to beg. Instead, I read Rule number two aloud, and the Lady said, "Now! DO YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS?" At this point everyone in the room was staring at me, and I was the color of a fireman's pajamas.

"No, Mistress Leader."

She thrust a pen at me, and I quickly signed my name and put in the date, after which she quickly completed the form as "witness," tore the original page off, and pushed a yellow copy in my direction.

"Next!" was the word for my dismissal and I scurried away from the table with my copy towards the relative safety of the coffee urn. I made eye contact with no one before I had taken a seat in the circle and had taken a couple of strong pulls at my black coffee.

(TO BE CONTINUED)