Carrie Ann's Delight

My friends that were not stunned into silence were snickering between themselves. The big bad Carl was a wimp.

Rachael took a sip of her drink and said. "Remove your boots."

This was going to be the pits, but she and I both knew I was going to do her bidding. I pulled my boots off.

"The socks." Was my next command and there I stood, my manicured French tips shining through charcoal hose.

Rachael reached in her bag and handed me a short black pleated skirt.

I pulled my jeans off revealing a black silk garter belt; smooth shaved legs and charcoal hose with seams up the back and little red bows at the top. My thin charcoal panties revealed I was wearing a CB6000 chastity device. My genitals were shaved smooth but for a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair above my clitty stick.

I was beyond embarrassed and in tears as I slipped on the skirt. At least, it covered some of the humiliation. Some of the guys, former-drinking buddies, were cat calling and asking for more.

As if to answer their requests Rachel reached in her bag and came out with a black lace front-closure bra dangling from her right index finger.

I removed my shirt to reveal a black silk teddy with spaghetti straps. I pulled it over my head. My chest, tummy and pits were smooth shaved. A piercing, that had been my first, dangled from navel. I put the bra on to an increasing chorus of howls from my "friends". I inserted mastectomy pads into the little 36 B bra cups, and donned a sheer white blouse. I was beginning to wonder if Rachael had our kitchen sink in that bag when she produced black patent sandals with 6" stiletto heels.

Rachel finished her drink and ordered another, indicating this ordeal was not near over. She stood, gathered all my male clothes, walked over to the trash bin and dropped them in, including my boots. She turned on her heels and without a word returned to a seat at the table nearest where I was standing. Before she took a seat she reached under her skirts and removed her white lace thong.