Dawn's Diary Chapter 3

Sam pulled a makeup kit from her briefcase and expertly applied bright red nail polish to my toenails and fingernails. Cautioning me to let the polish dry, she continued working on me adding red lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. Then she placed a wig on my head and carefully arranged the strands of hair. "You are very pretty," she said.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to agree with her.

Sam opened the closet and began to retrieve the rest of my wardrobe for the evening. First she brought out pair of black fishnet stockings, which she helped me pull on and fasten the straps of the garter belt. Next came a pair of black shoes with open toes and heels that appeared to be about 5-inches long. Sam knelt down in front of my chair to help me get the shoes on and to fasten the straps around my ankles. Then she told me to stand up. I had some difficultly doing so. I had managed with the 3-inch heels that I had worn last month, but these felt much less stable. Sam had me walk across the room a few times which I did somewhat wobbly. When Sam was satisfied with my ability to walk in the heels, she told me to spread my legs and bend over. I, of course, immediately complied, resting my hands on my knees for support.

As I stood in this compromising position, I felt Sam pulling the strap of my thong aside and pressing something against my asshole. As she pushed the object into my rectum, Sam said, "This butt plug will help your posture at dinner tonight."

After being painfully stretched around the perimeter of the butt plug, my sphincter finally closed around the base and Sam allowed me to straighten up. Having the butt plug firmly buried in my ass did help my posture prompting me to shift my hips forward and to pull my shoulders back.

Sam pulled a sheer white blouse with lace trim from the closet and handed it to me. I quickly put it on and buttoned the front. The blouse was cut fairly low in the front and my red camisole was clearly visible through the fabric.