Off to see a shrink

“Ok, so Pia, you’ve got an appointment with your shrink.” Master says. “Actually you’re late…”

“My… shrink?” You ask. “I’m late?!”

“Yep. Get dressed. Let’s go!” Master says, swatting your ass appreciatively in a way that makes your submissive loins stir.

Without abeyance you move obediently to obey, stripping and quickly grabbing and wriggling into bra and panties. Matching.

Master is watching.

Shrink. You scan Pia’s memories. Oh that’s right Pia had been seeing a psychiatrist about her odd sense of being a guy named Daniel and not really being Pia. So she’d been a bit freaked out by this too it seemed. Made sense.

Dressing. Skirt, heels, tiny halter top, clutch with phone and… oh. Makeup!

“I need to put on makeup! Pia does…”

“You’re beautiful. You don’t need makeup. Now hurry up or you’ll get a spanking,” Master says.

You pause.