Sunday, 26 June 2011

Task MM01Swimsuit Shopping


Thursday 23 June 2011 – from Mark

Task – Shopping List :: I need a new swimsuit to give as a present

 
With summer upon us already I have a friend who needs a new swimsuit so I thought I would get it for her as a gift.  You look to be the same size as her so I'd like you to go shopping for me, try a few on and let me know which one you find that looks and fits the best.  It needs to be a solid white 2-piece, cut high, with a Brazilian style back for minimal to moderate coverage. This task is to be undertaken on Saturday morning, so that you may submit your report after lunch.

Since you are new to my service, this will be like your first day at school, and you are faced with a test from your teacher. This being the case, you will dress accordingly, in your school uniform if you still have one, otherwise wear either a plaid skirt, white blouse, and striped tie, or a gingham dress. You will also wear your most feminine set of lingerie, something frilly would be nice, so put this on early, and walk about the house in just undies and high heels, then finish dressing only when it’s time to go.
Before you dress I want you to think about the fact that you'll be shopping in a large department store in the women's section but you have a little girl's pussy.  That is so shameful.  You'll need to whip your bottom furiously before you go because no grown woman should be trying on women's swimsuits with a pussy that looks like it belongs to a little girl.  Whip it long and whip it hard.  Once you are sufficiently scolded, put on your school uniform, and your hair in bunches at the side.

You are to complete this task on your own initiative, but you may take your Mommy along with you, as little girls should, though she will not be allowed to help. You are not to discuss the tasks you have both been assigned until after they have been reported, and then your task is to be considered first. Might I suggest that you ask your Mom to explain the significance of what you have been asked to do.


When you get into your car to leave, I want you to think about why you are wearing panties made for a woman when you have a bald pussy like a pre-pubescent girl.  You cannot wear women's panties.  Before you start your car you'll have to remove your frilly panties and put them inside your purse.  And if anyone should accidentally get a glimpse of your girl's pussy while you are out then you must accept it.  It is what you deserve for not looking like a woman.  Finally, before you drive off, lift the back of your skirt or dress so that your bare bottom touches the seat directly.  Remain this way for the entire drive.  The heat from the sting in your bottom as it touches your seat will be your constant reminder that you are shopping for a woman but you look like a girl.

When you reach the department store, select any solid white swimsuits that match my description and take them to the fitting area to try on.  Once you are inside the fitting room, immediately remove all of your clothes.  Everything.  Turn facing the mirror and stand still with your arms at your sides.  Now look at your face.  It is the face of a woman.  Now look at your breasts.  They are the breasts of a woman.  Now, look at your pussy.  It is the pussy of a girl.  Think about the lingering sting in your bottom as it is beginning to subside now.  You need another reminder.  Reach up to your cute nipples.  With each nipple between your thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeeze them.  Squeeze them harder.  Increase the pressure even more.  Then twist each nipple inward and downward.  The pain is your reminder that you look like a girl.

Now try on the first swimsuit.  Face the mirror.  Does the solid white fabric reveal and accentuate the fact that your pussy is bare?  Is the imprint of your naked slit evident?  Good.  Now walk out into the fitting room area where the large multiple mirrors are and look at yourself.  Have no care for anyone else who might also be there and who may see your girl pussy through the thin swimsuit material or your reddened bottom from your earlier spanking.  You deserve to be seen in your shame.  Now repeat this for each of the other swimsuits you try on, you may repeat the fitting as often as you like until you can make your decision on which one is most suitable.

Remember the one that you like the best so you can give me the designer's name, style name and size so I can purchase it.  Put them back on the rack.  Before you leave the store, make a trip to the women's restroom.  Go into a stall.  Place your purse on the ground, opened so you can see the panties you removed earlier.  Remember that you have no business wearing women's panties when you look like a girl.  Lift your skirt or dress and reach behind you and feel your tender bottom.  It is good that you have been scolded.  It is right.  But remember WHY you have been scolded.  You don't have a woman's pussy.  Shameful.  Lower your head and look at it.  Look at your pussy.  Yes.  It is a girl's pussy.  It is.  So you must spank it.  Reach down and spank your little girl's pussy as you stand in the stall.  Spank it hard and swift.  But do not yelp.  Do not moan.  Do not utter a sound.  Now exit the restroom and the store. 

Your Mommie has some shopping to do as well, so you must accompany her, and sit quietly while she makes her selections, as an obedient daughter should.

When you get into your car, lift the back of your skirt or dress again so that your freshly spanked pussy is now touching the seat directly.  Drive straight home.

Once you return you must email me with the swimsuit information and apologize to me for trying on women's clothing when your pussy belongs in the girls section.  I'll be waiting.

Master Mark

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My Very Good Friend Mark

A few years ago I got to know a truly wonderful man called Mark, who helped and encouraged me through those difficult times that confuse so many teenage girls. He was always calm, and reassuring, ready to listen, even when I didn't know what I was trying to say. I suppose he was my father figure, in the beginning, something I felt I was missing, that most of my girlfriends seemed to have, but my Dad had left us when I was very young. I have a few fleeting memories of Dad, but what I wanted at that time was a male perspective on some of the things that puzzled, and worried me. Don't get me wrong, Mom has done a truly marvellous job of bringing me up on her own, answered all of my questions (even when it was "No, most certainly not!"), and to this day she is my very best friend in the whole world. However, I knew that she could only give me her view on things, tinged with all the usual feminine characteristics, and I needed the logical male approach to balance things up. Mom gave very good advice, and I could always see her reasoning behind it, partly because we are very similar, so she would always strike a chord with me. I was even prepared to do things I didn't like, such as ballet and swimming, because she thought they would be good for me, and she was right. Not that I always liked doing them, ballet was really hard work, my feet hurt, and the stretches were agony some times. Swimming made a mess of my hair, and my eyes stung like hell for months when I started, but we soon sorted those problems out, and as I improved, I got to love being on the swim team.

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Hugs from Katie

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