Autumn night at the Mermaid Inn

It was a cold autumn evening as I arrived at the Mermaid Hotel.  The timber framed hotel dates back to the 1400’s, and fronts upon an historic cobbled street.  I had decided to arrive casual, big jumper and thigh length boots.  Peter had given me written instructions and the exact time to arrive.  I was to go to reception, check in and go to straight to the room.

Entering the hotel through its ancient old wooded studded door, I made my way to reception.  The receptionist was a pretty girl in her early 20’s, very bouncy, efficient, polite and had made an effort to make her drab hotel uniform a little more interesting.  I wondered for a moment, as she glanced at me, if she realised that I was a TGirl.  If she did, she was far too professional to let her amazement show. Glancing back at her, I contemplated what her evening would consist of, who’s arms and kisses she may embrace.

She gave me a key,  attached to a big lump of wood and pointed to the old wooden staircase opposite the reception desk.

The heels of my boots were noisy on the reception stone flags and wooden staircase, as I carried my overnight bag to the room. Opening the door I was confronted by a room transported from Shakespeare’s time.  In the centre of the room was a grand old 4 poster bed, I am sure that this had been chosen by Peter for a particular use!.

On the dressing table was a box with a red ribbon around it and a note from Peter.  Opening the note I read that Peter had gone to a business meeting and would not be back until 8pm.   I was to bath, then open the ribboned box.  Peter explained that I was to dress only in what was in the box and to meet him downstairs in the hotel bar at 8pm promptly.

I peeled off my big jumper and underwear, and ran myself a lovely warm bath, complete with bubbles.  I starting to think about what Peter was up to, what his expectations for the evening were. I had not known Peter that long.  We had had dinner a couple of times, followed by a kiss and a cuddle, when one evening he suggested  a night away together.  Perhaps realising that it was time for the relationship to move on I said yes without a second though.  From our dinners and time together, I knew that Peter had a kinky side, well he is dating a Tgirl for a start!

I must have drifted off in the bath, but when I awoke it was 7 pm.  I now only had an hour to do my makeup, dress and get to the bar.  Putting the hotel bathrobe around me I returned to the bed room, and casually ran my hand down the smooth posts of the 4 poster bed.  Mmm I thought,  is this a potential whipping post or somewhere to be tied spread eagled, I mused on these thoughts for a while, before moving towards the box Peter had left for me.   I am in some ways a switch, but I have strong subbie side, which Peter had asked if he could explore.

Untying the red ribbon and opening the box I found the following:

·         A black corset, with looked 2 sizes too small for me

·         A pair of Wolford hold up stocking (black of course)

·         A  black lacy thong, which on first sight would never hold in my TGirl surprise

·         A lacy and slightly flared dark purple, micro mini skirt

·         A very fine, see through barely black, shirt type top

·         All topped off by a pair of very sexy stilletoes with the highest heels I had ever seen.

Oh and one last thing, a very soft leather collar compete with a little ring at the front.

By now the time was 7.20pm and I knew Peter was strict on time.  I started to put my make up on.  Foundation, eyeshadow, followed by mascara , blusher and lippie.  Time to start with the clothes.

First the black corset, OK Ana time to breath in and tie the corset as tight as I can!  I must have lost 3 inches around my waste, and could hardly breathe.  Next came the lacy thong, which “just” could hold my TGirl surprise in place. The Wolford holdup stocking just glided up my smooth legs.  They felt so soft and silky, mmm.  The lacy mini skirt blended well with the black corset, and the purple looked great with the see though top.

The clock was now showing 7.50, just 10 minutes to get to the bar, and I still had the stilettoes to cope with, as well as the wood staircase and the reception cobbles.  I had never worn heals so tall, before, by they really set of my legs and complimented the purple mini skirt.

Lastly on goes my lovely wig, a quick brush, arm bagels and a fake pearl bracelet, my favourite necklace, a small dash of Miss Dior and finally the soft black leather coller. I glanced at myself in the mirror, WOW, how I looked, the stilettoes  really setting off my slim legs, all the way up to my purple mini skirt, and black corset covered so gently with the see though top. The leather collar seemed to set the scene, especially with the ring at the front. 

Peter had given thought to this outfit; he never did anything without having the end in mind.  I looked both sexy and stunning, all legs and oozing sex.

I wish I could say I took one last deep breath before leaving the room, but the corset made that impossible.  Looking around the room, I wondered how the evening would play out.  What did Peter have in mind?  Indeed why a 4 poster bed and not just a king-size one in modern hotel.

In my skyscraper stilettoes, I trotted along the wooden panelled corridor and noisily down the staircase. I noticed that the bubbly receptionist had been replaced by a scruffy girl with no dress or make up sense.  She passed me an inquisitive glance, then returned to reading the local paper.

Crossing the stone flagged reception area seemed to take for every, I was really worried that I would slip on the uneven floor. I eventually reached the old wood door to the bar.  Suddenly I was stuck by a moment of fear.  I could hear voices from the bar, it was obviously busy.  How would people react when they saw me, all heels and leg?  Would Peter even be there, or would he still be at his meeting.

Before I realised I had done it!  I had opened the old wooden bar door.  It was as if I was on auto pilot!  I carefully stepped down two steps into the crowded but small bar.  It seemed to be full of locals, in their jeans, jumpers and winter coats.  There was a lull in the babble of voices and I entered, and I noticed both men and women eyeing me up.  What were they thinking?  A  stunning women or an unwelcomed transvestite?  Were the men lusting after me, wondering  what ride I would be, or women considering me to be mutton dressed up as lamb?

Opposite the bar a roaring log fire, and sat by it was Peter.  I quickly made my way to him, catching the occasional admiring look from both young and older men.  I became aware that the volume of babble had now increased.

Peter looked up and smiled.  “Well done” he said, “I am pleased you could make it, you look fabulous!”   In a comforting way he placed his hand on my thigh whispering “I thought you would turn a few eyes.  Would you like a G&T before we start our evening?

I began to relax, through his meticulous planning I had started to explore my subbie side.

The log fire was really warm and the bar had now settled after my entrance.  As the drinks came, I was very aware of the young bar man eyeing my long legs and skyscraper heals.  He gave me a big knowing smile and wished me a good evening.

Peter leaned forward and with a little tug on my leather bondage collar said; “Well Anastasia, ARE you ready for a good evening?”

Well dear reader,  that is a story for another day….