Sissy Goes to the Museum

My Mistress enjoys visiting museums on the weekend.  First she dresses me in a manner guaranteed to attract lots of attention and makes sure that my hair and make-up are far more glamorous and girly than any real woman would have.  The clicking of my towering high heels on the marble floors echos loudly as we walked through the endless galleries.  I feel so nervous and uncomfortable knowing that everyone is staring at me during the hours we spend there.  My Mistress likes to make me stand for prolonged periods in front of statues and paintings of nude men, as if I am intensely, unnaturally interested in them. 

Invariably a couple of men will approach the two of us and my Mistress always encourages their advances, which for me is both terrifying and humiliating.  This usually leads to an evening of cocktails, dinner and eventually making-out in the back of taxis.  Sometimes we are invited back to the gentlemen's hotel rooms where, I have learned over time, I eagerly -- whorishly -- offer a blow job to man I am with as the best way avoid having him learn that I am just a sissy, not really a woman.