There had been times when getting dressed up was just part of doing a show at that time, today however felt like a ceremony. Rolling the stocking up m...y smooth legs, the clips attaching them to my basque, the feel of the silky smooth fabric tight against my skin.I picked Biggies shoes that he bought for me what seemed like an age ago and smiled thinking how far I had come since then. They slipped on my feet with well-practiced ease, and I stood without wobbling or unsteadiness. Strutting over to. " Okay." I said."Sorry, you mean 'Yes, Mistress' don't you?"Then like it was automatic I said, "Yes, Mistress."I followed Melanie to the room adjoining hers, "Okay, youwill be staying in this room, you will wear whateverclothes I leave out for you and will address me as Mistressat all times, is that understood?" Yes Mistress." was all I could say, I did not know whatwas happening to me. I looked over at the bed and saw myclothing, it was a pair of denim jeans and a pink blouse,matching bra,. She shook her head at the memory of an earlier meeting with her colleague and close friend, Frank. He had told her that the harassment of the museum would probably last a while, and he advised that maybe the best thing to do would be to let the Angels go, either sending them back to Italy or at least to a different museum. She had told Frank that she’d think about it, but she knew that the answer was no. She had worked too hard to give the sculptures up so easily, and she was determined to. They were so thin I could make out her bush through them. This might not be too hard. I thought the best way would be to pull them down by taking the part that went over each hip in my teeth and pulling that down as far as it would go. She shifted a little and put her legs a little further apart. I pulled the one side part way down her leg, and then kissed my way across her tummy to the other side. Just a little tuft of her pubic hair was not peeking above the low cut waist band. This was going.