My Name is Amber and I'm a Flirt

I've started working on my flirting this week. Ms. Susan has had me at the library and around campus. Nobody has school work to do yet, so they have plenty of time to chat, but tonight I have to compete with the far more experienced Jill and Cindy. We will be going to a very large beginning of the year bash and competing for phone numbers. The loser is going is going to have to call all of them, while the winner will be going out to eat at a romantic restaurant with his mistress.

The one advantage I have is that I will have 4 mistresses funneling guys over to me. Cindy and Jill will only have Ms. Colleen and Ms. Kristine working for them. Still, I went out looking for a new outfit and shoes to try and impress. I've been practicing my voice and it's gotten much better. The downside is I'm going to be attending 2 of my classes as a Fall due to this improvement, but I hope to win tonight or at least not come in last.

My Name is Amber and My World is Changing

I have no idea what I'm going to do when classes start. If Cindy really is getting a job, I'll be spending about 16-18 hours a week with maid duty. We clean for all the mistresses and some of their friends including guys. I never realized how much sloppier guys are than girls until I started maid duty. We've even taken on some laundry/ironing duty with Ms. Karen's boyfriend starting an internship and needing to look nice everyday.

When I'm not cleaning I'm shopping. I look at my room and see a desk filled with cosmetics, a closet filled with dresses and heels, and a drawer filled with lingerie. Still, this isn't enough. Everything I have is for summer and I need Fall clothes, but I spend an awful lot of time looking at lingerie and heels, which don't strike me as particularly Fall like. The ages of our group are spread out kind of odd. I'm the oldest and newest of the sissies while Jill is the youngest and oldest. There is talk of me having to attend two classes dressed after all. I've made my objections clear, but I'm in kind of a tough spot where if I don't succeed I embarrass myself and if I do succeed I get put in embarrassing situations.

On the other hand, things with Ms. Susan are going very well. I think she finally trusts me again, but it is definitely a challenge when your girlfriend becomes your mistress.

My Name is Amber and I got Busted

I've kept up on the other blogs and I'm happy that the changes to me have been minor enough that my family hasn't noticed. I was also thankful to be far enough away from everybody that I didn't worry too much about the instructions that Ms. Susan gave me to always have a bra, panties, and pantyhose on and my toes painted and to stay cleanly shaven the whole time I'm home. She told me she'd make exceptions if I called her.

Maybe she got suspicious when I never asked for permission to disobey the dress code. Maybe I just underestimate the lengths my mistresses would go to in order to ensure 100% obedience. However, I received an afternoon visit from Amanda and Heather. They drove for over an hour to see that I was dressed appropriately. I wasn't. I assumed that I was out of everybody's reach. The house was empty fortunately, but I began to panic. The girls had brought one of my wigs with as well as some tape and some blue cord. Amanda immediately began going through my mom and my step-sisters' things until she had assembled an outfit for me. I put it on. I didn't have much choice and then did my makeup using my step-sister's kit. When I was done, the tied me to a chair in my step-sisters' room, they each kissed my cheek, and told me that next time maybe I'd do a better job of obeying.

I struggled against the bonds, but I couldn't budge them. I knew I wouldn't have the house to myself forever and tears of frustration began to roll down my cheeks. Maybe 10 minutes later, but it felt like 10 hours I heard the door open and knew I was caught when I heard the footsteps come up the stairs. It was Amanda and Heather. They untied me and told me that if I got caught like this again, they would tie me up on the front lawn in an evening gown. I thanked them profusely for giving me a second chance. They asked me where my feminine underwear was and I told them I hadn't brought it home. They told me to replace it and wear it the whole time I'm home. They also told me when I arrive back, I'm to be fully dressed and made up, which means buying an outfit as well. I got the lingerie today. The dress will have to wait. My step-sisters didn't ask about their makeup or clothes. I think my heart is still racing.