I managed to get home before my parents and get out of my girly clothes. Now I just had to figure out how I was going to get out of the house in those clothes on Saturday. Once I got my clothes put away, I called Allie.

“Mistress?”

“Hey Jessica, you sound happier.”

“I am Mistress. I just got a job at Disney World!” I squealed into the phone.

“Oh my god that’s so awesome!” she squealed back. “Where at?”

“Its some barbeque restaurant at Animal Kingdom.”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten there.”

“I've never even been to that park, I guess I better go check it out as soon as I can get in for free since the park guests will undoubtedly expect me to know everything.”

“Yeah they will. Hey my mom's calling me, I gotta go.”

“Okay, I'll call you later Mistress.”

“Bye,” she said as she hung up.

My parents arrived a few minutes later, and I told them the news. They were happy both that I had found a job that I would enjoy, and that it would get me out of the house as I was not very outgoing. I spent the rest of the day playing video games and spent a little time researching Animal Kingdom. I made the usual call to Allie, and went to bed rather early. The next few days were more of the same. When Saturday rolled around I had figured out how I was going to get into my outfit without being noticed. I wore the pants and shoes with a T-shirt and carried my blouse in my backpack out to the car, and then put it on before heading out.

I arrived at Disney University about 15 minutes before class was supposed to start. The receptionist gave me directions to the classroom, and I got lost a couple of times before I found it. I grabbed my name tag from the table next to the door and took a seat. Two other guys sat down at my table and we talked for a few minutes. One of them had just been hired as a refrigeration specialist, and the other as a “camp counselor” at Disney's Wilderness Lodge. Neither one seemed to be too thrilled about being stuck in an eight hour class about the history of the Disney company. I actually found the class to be somewhat entertaining. We had lunch in the cafeteria by the main entrance. The food was alright, but nothing special. When we returned to the class after lunch, our coveted company IDs were on the table that previously held our name tags. The rest of the class went about the same as before, covering the history and traditions of the Disney company and how they relate to our roles at Walt Disney World. When that was over a representative from each park came in and took us in groups to go over our the next steps for us. I was the only one from Animal Kingdom, and my rep was a few minutes late. When she got there she basically told me how to get in the employee entrance for Animal Kingdom, and set me up with an orientation class they call DAKlimations for Thursday.

Since I had some time left before the parks closed I got on the cast member bust to the Magic Kingdom. It dropped me off at the entrance to a giant tunnel that runs beneath the park. Using directions I had been given by my park rep, I wandered through the tunnel system getting lost only once. I finally found the elevator I was looking for and took it to the top floor. When the doors opened I was standing in front of a reception desk like you would expect to find in a highrise office building. The receptionist told me to go back down one level and I would be behind the Plaza Ice Cream Parlor on Main Street. Sure enough, when the doors opened this time I found myself standing in a parking lot behind what I recognized as the green fence next to the ice cream parlor.

I stepped around the fence and on to Main Street for the first time as an official Disney cast member, and I was as excited to be here as I was the first time I came as a child. I ran off towards Space Mountain and there was practically no line, so I went in. That ride scared the crap out of me. I was terrified of the low support beams that looked like they were going to take my head off. When I was done there, I grabbed a map of each park from guest relations and headed back to Disney University to get my car.

When I got home it was time to call Allie, so I called her and told her about my day. I locked my door and stripped to my girlie underwear before pulling out the park maps and looking through them. It didn’t take me long to realize I had a lot of catching up to do, so I decided to call it a night. I kissed Allie's shoes and went to sleep. That night I had the most bizarre dream that I was Princess Jasmine and Allie was Snow White. We lived in a large castle and I was her slave. I think I was Jasmine only because the harem girl outfit looks like something a slave would wear. I remember kneeling at her feet and licking them while she laid back and read a book for a while before she pulled me up onto the bed and under her skirt where I used my tongue to bring her to orgasm over and over again. After she recovered she led me down to the castle dungeon and locked my wrists in metal shackles hanging by chains from the ceiling. She walked over to a wooden wheel and turned it causing the chains to pull me higher until I could just barely touch the ground. Walking back over to me she pulled out a dagger and with a rather wicked smile, cut the little bit of clothing I was wearing off of my body. I struggled to support some of my weight on my feet, but it was no use. I was just too high off the ground. While I struggled she walked over to a shelf and picked up a single tail whip. Seeing the cruel instrument of pain in the dim light of the dungeon caused me to get excited and also very scared at the same time. I knew the only pleasure I would get from this would be from pleasing my mistress. She walked up to me and kissed me while caressing my nipple with the butt of the whip's handle. Then she smiled this cruel smile as she disappeared behind me. It seemed like I waited an eternity as my anticipation grew so did my anxiety, and finally I felt it like a bolt of lightning as the tail of the whip cut through the flesh of my back, the sound filling my ears like thunder as I screamed in agony. As soon as I had started to recover it hit me again causing my knees to buckle and shifting what little weight I had been supporting on my feet to my wrists. My shackles digging into my flesh caused a trickle of blood to run down my arm. After a few more lashes of the whip, my cruel mistress kicked the release on the wooden wheel and I fell to the floor like a rag doll. My mistress shackled my hands behind my back, and dragged me by the hair to a small pit in the floor. She placed me inside, closed the grate over the top, and locked it leaving me there on my knees, unable to get up or lay down in the cramped pit I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I awoke in the same position, disturbed, but in my own room, and however much that dream had disturbed my state of mind, the sleep was actually refreshing, so I decided to head off on an adventure. I headed off for Disney's Animal Kingdom, the one Disney park I had never been to. I parked in the dinosaur lot and hopped a tram up to the entrance. I was surprised at the amount of security setup in front of the park, but since I didn’t have a bag, I was able to just slip past them through a special line. Once up to the turnstile I pulled out my company ID and they ran it through like a ticket. I was given the green light and with much joy wandered off into the wilderness that is animal kingdom.

Having studied the map all night the night before, I made an attempt at navigating the park without one. I found Dinosaur rather quickly and got in line. The queue was themed alright, kinda like a dinosaur museum. The ride itself was another story all together. It was more fun than I thought it would be, and to this day remains one of my favorite rides in that park. On my way to find the restaurant I would be working at I saw a rollercoaster with cars that spin as they go down the track. I took off to find the entrance and again was surprised at how short the lines were. The coaster was called the Primeval Whirl, and was even more fun than it looked from the ground.

I made my way back to the restaurant and was surprised to find that it was not only counter service, but that the seating was all outdoors. They were busy enough that I didn't want to bother them, and nothing else in the park piqued my interest, so I headed out and drove over to Epcot, still angry that they changed the name from E.P.C.O.T. Center which actually meant something, to Epcot, which is gibberish.

To Be Continued...