#1 Guest’s. When I arrived at Becks this weekend she opened the door and greeted me by pulling me into a close embrace and then kissing me tenderly on the lips. “Hello my Princess, we have guests. So go into my room and get yourself freshened up for us all.” She closed the door and left me in the hall way as she went back to the living room where I could hear at least two men chatting. This was strange Becks never had company when I have come round before and she said they were our guests. I was totally confused and as always really intrigued and excited about what she had planned. I went into her room and dumped my bag near her bed, sat down on it and took my jacket off. Then I noticed she had left a surprise for me on her bed side table. There was a vase with a white rose in it and leant up against it was a letter with “Princess” on it. Next to that was a glass, a can of cherry coke and a cigarette in the ashtray. Becks always treated me like a princess and made me feel special even in this very weird situation. So I picked up the cigarette first and lit it with my lighter. I then opened the can enjoying the tinfizz and sucked up the first fizz of bubbles from the top of the can. I then poured it into the glass. Had a big sip then put it down had another puff of my cigarette and then I finally picked up the letter sat down on the edge of the bed and started to read it as I smoked. My Princess I hope you like your first surprise, this. It’s only the beginning. After you told me about your first sexual experience with a man my heart nearly cried for you. I couldn’t believe how aweful it must have been and my Princess deserves better. I know I can’t undo that experience but I can make sure your next one is more memorable. So that is what tonight is about. Don’t panic! I am not trying to get rid of you, I love you my Princess but I want you to enjoy both men and woman or at least have a more informed choice. This will be fun I promise. We are going on a double date they will treat us both and then we will break off and have wild nights that we can share with each other tomorrow while I pamper you all day. Ben brought you something to wear and I would advise you not to wear anything other than this dress. (Ben is the blonde one, ie: you will be his later.) I am sure you will be more than happy and he will only do what I have asked of him and what I know you can handle so don’t worry. So enjoy your drink and get ready, I can’t wait to see my Princess all dressed up. Always your Mistress Beckie xxxxxxx That wasn’t what I expected but as always something different and exciting. So I put my cigarette out while I got up and went to find the dress I was meant to wear. I was feeling very anxious and nervous about meeting them. I could hear her talking and laughing in the living room. I had better get ready and go and join them if I take too long Becky will not be happy. It was easy to find the dress it was hanging up on the wardrobe in a posh cover. I got it down opened it to see a very long silky thin red dress. Now I understand why Becky said no underwear, it was very slim fitting. So I started taking off my everyday jeans and vest top. Took off my under my vest boob top and my knickers. I put the dress on over my head and thankfully that worked cause I had no idea what I would have done if I would have had to ask for help. It did and the dress just slid down my long thin arms and glided over my shoulders and tiny breasts and it was on covering me in sexy silkiness. It went down to the floor just and it had a low back as I could feel a draft on it to just above my buttocks. It made me feel expensive because it must have been and it made me feel regal and special. All that from one dress it had to be good. So I turned to look in Beckie’s long mirror and it did look stunning and made me look better than I normally did. I was ready, one more sip of coke and a deep breath before the walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the living room feeling very aware that all their eyes would be on me as soon as they realized I was there and I was right. I can remember being very self conscious and hot but I walked in straight to Becks and kissed her cheek. I then looked up at the two very sexy looking men. I had no idea what the dark haired and stubble covered one was called but Ben was everything I would have wished for. I don’t know how she dose it but she knows me so well and always gives me what I want and need. He had a strong jaw line a very smooth face and his hair was long enough to grab round the back of his neck. “Princess where are your Manners, you are staring at Ben and haven’t even said hello or thanked him for your dress and Dean didn’t even get a welcome. So use your manners then get on the carpet and wait.” Becky had spoken and I’m sure I was even more embarrassed then than I was earlier when I first came in. Becks left us and the room. I off course turned to Craig and lowered my gaze after saying hello and sorry for my lack of manners. I then looked up and moved a step sideways closer to Ben. I looked up at him as he was a fair bit taller than me and in his dreamy blue eyes I said “Hello, please forgive my bad manners. I truly am grateful for my wonderful dress and your company.” I had done what I was told and felt a little relieved but still anxious of what was coming next. I turned and walked to the other end of the room and knelt on the fluffy fake fur rug and waited in the doggy position. All the time knowing that Ben and Dean were both watching me bent over in this wonderful dress waiting in doggy position. Why was she making me wait so long? I had to wait longer, long enough for the men to start talking about sports. She entered now wearing her stiletto red boots, they came closer to me and then past me. Becks handed the men something I hoped it was refills and then she was behind me. “Did you remember your manners Princess?” she asked in her displeased loud voice. “Yes Mistress.” I said too quietly apparently because I was made to do it twice. Then she told me she would hit me for each ill mannered thing I did and I would have to write down later what they were later. Becks also said as usual that I had to count, say the number after each stroke. No easy feat when Becks has a horsewhip in her hand. I prepared myself as much as I could by taking a deep breath in. The first one always feels the hardest and really stings. “One!” I pant. Then two together that’s “three” I scream as it’s already stinging. Another two together that’s five and just when I thought I had been punished enough I get one last extra hard one. Drop goes the whip and Becks bends down to get it kisses my lower back and then I know I can get up and then I embrace her and she returned it for a short while. Then becks say’s “Hope you enjoyed that boys now where are we going? “To the Batmobile.” says Ben. So we left Beckie’s flat and outside there was a long black limo.