Willing and ready to perform all for Her, I was particularly interested in venturing out again with Her in control.
Again I arrived at the dungeon on 25 August 2012 for an evening out for Mistress's enjoyment. Mistress dressed me in the same short pink sissy outfit and quickly did my makeup and put on a wig before I accompanied her to the Wickham Hotel in Fortitude Valley. I knew the hotel as very gay and lesbian friendly but had never been there before.
When we arrived we went into the bar and I bought Mistress a drink and joined her outside at a drinking area. She excused herself and left me alone returning a few minutes later. Heart in my mouth time as I wondered what to expect.
Soon after two men came up to drink with us. One of them was a huge African man from Sudan who was clearly wanting Mistress to spend some time with him. After shouting Mistress a drink and Her fending off his advances, She invited him to fuck me. I agreed with a great deal of trepidation, and we met him in a secluded car park.
Mistress put some ear plugs in my ears so I could not hear anything and secured my wrists to an industrial bin so I could not escape. I had a ball gag in to silence me.
Soon Mr Sudan came up behind me and my pink sissy skirt was raised and my pink plastic panties lowered to provide him access. Without delay I felt his hard cock push against my ass and then force its way in. Some minutes of thrusting later and his urgency increased. He started grunting before slamming deep inside me... spent. I remember thinking I hope he wore a condom, which due to the lack of leakage I believe he did.
Mistress and I then ventured into the Hellfire Club downstairs in the Sportsmans Hotel. What a great atmosphere, lots of themed clothes and interaction, all neatly presented and me polishing Mistress's latex leggings and following her like a servant but feeling a little out of place in my pink sissy outfit. Someone during the night came up to me asking where I got the outfit. Apparently Mistress must have bought it from a friend of hers.
As the evening drew to a close I walked with great difficulty to Mistress's car in my stiletto heels. The pain stayed with me for quite a while afterwards.
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