First two weeks of smoking puppy

Never knowing when Mistress will sign on MSN or text me an instruction means I am constantly watching my phone or MSN icon in hope. I'm the proverbial puppy with his tongue hanging out. My first task for Mistress was to go to work wearing pink panties under my suit. A little uncomfortable and a lot embarrassing. Somehow I keep thinking people know. 
I had just finished lunch when the text came, not just any text but Mistress's text. I opened it expectantly and then to my horror it said
"Puppy, get your fat arse to the bathroom right now! Wet your finger, wiggle it in your arse + wank your little cock into those panties + make them messy for Me".
The anal play was fine, I have quickly grown to love that, but I would have to wear messy panties for the rest of the day. Of course, I quickly thought of Mistress's amusement at my plight and thought no more of myself and texted back that I would obey. Immediately a second text came through
"Good boy, .take a pic when you finish + send it to me, I want to see how funny you look when it's dripping everywhere!..ha ha ha".
I grabbed my phone and headed for the toilet. Excited by Mistress's command it took no time to cum and fill my panties. Now the tricky part, trying to take a photo of the mess in bad light. I nervously opened the cubicle door to let the light in, praying no body walked in to catch me in my messed up panties. Having sent Mistress the picture I spent the rest of the day squirming in the uncomfortable panties.
A couple of days passed, I really hate the gaps, I really miss contact with Mistress - I am desperate to please Mistress. I must learn patience.
Friday evening came a text, a command to stop off on the way home and buy myself some stockings and new panties. I never thought I would dress like a sissy but doing as Mistress says has become second nature. The second part of the text told me to excuse myself from the evenings family dinner table, make myself cum before returning to the table. That night we were eating out so sitting back down in a restaurant full of people made me particularly self conscious and uncomfortable. I could smell cum on me so others must have been able to.
On the Monday I received a text which told me to "think of Me Smoking wearing stockings when you're behind your desk at work....ha ha ha". Naturally the afternoon was spent fidgeting at my desk and to my horror my hard on was spotted by a colleague.
That night Mistress allowed me to chat on MSN and my education continued. I am trying so hard to become a useful slave. Mistress is sympathetic to my "greenness" but I am soon corrected if I get things wrong.
During our chat Mistress gave me my task for Tuesday. My next step to becoming a Smoking Slave. So today every two hours I light up a cigarette and let it burn so I can get used to breathing in the smoke. Mistress was very clear I am not ready to smoke the cigarette but I am slowly being conditioned to accept the smell and taste. For Mistress's amusement I am sat at my work desk writing this story wearing stockings and panties under my suit. The most humiliating thing I have ever done. But I don't care because I know it pleases my Mistress.

Thank you Mistress