Art and invisibility

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Pain and Pleasure

Peter pushed my head down against the mattress of the bed and pulled the steel jewel capped butt plug that I had been wearing for the past two hours from my pussy.  I felt his hot strong body against me as he took what was his.  Sudden pain as he pushed his long, hard and swollen manhood deep inside.  I wondered if my slim body would be able to take both his length and girth.  He withdrew a little, then pushed deeper holding my hips tight as he did.

A moment later he drew back slightly then a final push until his balls were sandwiched between our bodies.  The pain of his sudden entrance was balanced against the submissive desire for more and more.

Slowly Peter started to thrust, backwards and forwards.  Each time my body writhed with pain as he pushed deep inside me, then a wave of pleasure wanting and needing more.  At first Peter was drawing my hips to his body, saying “I want you and want to be deep in you, filling you”.

Building a rhythm, the pace quicken and I found myself beginning to relax.  How on earth was my tight pussy managing to take Peters extremely hard and swollen cock.  Without realising it I found that as Peter pulled back I was pushing my pussy to his body, wanting more and deeper.

Our bodies now in unison, each other with heightened pleasure.  I felt Peter holding me tight and could feel his balls banging hard against my body.  Fast and fast, deeper and deeper.  He lent over me crasping my boobs tight.  Then one extremely deep thrust inside my body, I cried out with pain and Peter gasped  with pleasure, pushing me onto the bed.  His hot body against my hot body.  For a moment silence, as he lay on top of me with his cock twitching inside me.  I strengthen my pussy muscle to extend his pleasure of having taken me.

My day had started with some frustration, but now I was relaxed in Peter arms and my mind drifted to earlier in the day.

I had been asked by Peter to meet him at a London Hotel to satisfy his manly needs.  OK he leads a busy life and it’s always my pleasure to service his deepest desires.  Driving into London was a nightmare.  Roads closed, diversions and street after street of traffic congestion.  A room was booked from 10am, allowing enough time to enjoy each other’s company.  However, parking up at 11am in Blackfriars and walking with my overnight bags, I was pleased that I had started on my make up before driving in.

The public areas of the hotel were a nice 4 star and the receptionist check me in promptly, asking no questions as to why I only wanted a day room and was not staying overnight.  I have to admit to feeling a little like a call girl, renting a room by the hour!

Reaching the room I was somewhat amused to find that it was a disabled room.  "Oh well after several hours with Peter I may need this level of facility", I thought.

Peter had clearly stated that he would be with me by 1pm, so time enough I thought to finish my makeup and finally decide on my dress.  Well as all TGirls know, time goes fast when you’re having fun with your lippy, eyeliner and stockings.  Quickly 1pm came and Peter texted to say he was on his way to the hotel.  Before I was able to apply my lip gloss, he had texted to say he was in the hotel lobby.  I texted back to say I was on my way.

I had decided to wear my new white and black dress, black bra and lacy thong, black hold up stockings and black 4 inch heel shoes.  Bending over I inserted, (with a little lube), the steel butt plug with a crystal top that Peter had bought especially to train me with.

Quickly I walked to the lift feeling the butt plug rubbing in my pussy.  It felt heavy and very solid inside me, in fact it is stainless steel and around 2.25 inches long and 3.25 inches in circumference.

Soon I was exiting on the ground floor by reception, Peter was waiting for me, I saw him eye me from head to toe, missing nothing.  As he gave me a welcoming kiss, his hand slipped on to by bottom.  “Yes” I said, “I am wearing your present.  Actually everything I am wearing you bought for me”.  I saw a smile creep across his face.  “Shall we go up?” he asked.  I suggested that a drink in the bar may be a good starting point and Peter agreed.

It was only a short walk to the bar, but I was very conscious that I had 90g of stainless steel butt plug in my pussy and only a tiny thong should it slip.  90g on slipping on a marble hotel reception floor was a thought I did not want to contemplate!

Peter guided me though the bar to a sofa.  Although there were several people in the bar, no one took any interest in us.  Quickly a glass of white and red wine appeared.  Peters hand explored the upper part of my legs as we sipped our wine.  I was aware that increasingly he ran his fingers up the inside of my legs, exploring my stocking tops.

Bar bill settled it was time to move up stairs.  I could see that Peter was impatient for my attentions.  Crossing the reception again, I tightly clenched the 90g of steel butt plug in my pussy.  In the lift we were joined unfortunately by an American with his suitcase.  Shame as I longed for Peters hands on my body.

As we left the lift and walked along the hotel corridor, I was very aware of Peter walking behind me viewing my tight and firm bottom.  “Whats he thinking” I wondered.  “Perhaps wondering how he will take me and what pleasures he will both ask and expect of me”.

No sooner was the hotel door closed, than Peter was stood in front of me naked.  “WOW”, I said, “I only blinked for a minute and your naked!”

Putting his strong arms on my butt, he pulled me to him.  First I kissed on the lips, then some teasing kisses around his neck, as I gently squeezed his nipples.  I noticed  Peter shudder as I squeezed harder.  However, his body had different ideas and gently with his hands on my shoulders he push me to my knees with my mouth level with his already erect cock.  Taking it in my hands I gently pulled the skin around its he tight.  I took my time slowly licking under its head and I heard a moan of pleasure from Peter.  Then explored with kisses and licks his long shaft, becoming aware of both its growing length and swelling girth.

His head had now started to moisten with precum, which I took pleasure in licking before running my tongue in its slit. The precum was stringy and as I licked into the slit again Peter moaned with pleasure.

His hands were now on the back of my head and without prompting I knew what he desired.  Keeping my lips moist with his precum and as fairly tight, I took Peter into my mouth.  At first running my tongue drenched with hot saliva over the head of his cock.  Holding my head Peter started to push deeper into my mouth.  I desired to take him as deep in my mouth as possible and soon felt him entering the top of my throat.  “Relax Ana” I thought to myself, “or else you start gaging”.  As much as possible I tried to hold eye contact with Peter, why you may ask.  I take my lead from how I see him react to my oral pleasure, but it is also an indication of my submissiveness.  Peter can see his cock going into my mouth.  He can see how much I am taking and my pleasure in being used this this.

I was now settled on my knees pleasuring Peter, leaving rings of lipstick up his cock, when he said “no not it you mouth, I want to cum in your pussy this time”.  Pulling back his manhood Peter stood me up and unzipped my dress.  I stood vulnerable and submissive at the side of the bed, wearing high heels, stockings held up by a waspie, a low cut bra and a very brief thong.

Peter pushed me on to the bed doggie style pulling my thong to one size and I felt his fingers around the steel butt plug ready to pull it out and replace it with his hard erect cock now completed with condom and well lube for a rapid assault into my passage of desire.

His assault had been strong and forceful and with each thrust I felt more and more as a submissive women, wanting her man to have unbridled pleasure.

Now after the assault and lying in Peters arms, I became aware of how relaxed he was and at one with the world.  He rolled on to his back.  His cock had returned to its normal size.  I removed the condom and took his cock in my hand.  With only a little persuasion did it start to reawaken.  Quietly I rose and moved to the bathroom.  Peter asked what I was doing, “a surprise” I replied.

Slipping out of my waspie and bra, I touched up my make-up and replenished my lipstick and lip gloss.  I then started to put on my surprise for Peter:  6 inch heels, hold up stockings, a satin under bust corset, black bra and black short tutu.  Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I had created the right look.

Peters eyes grew wide as I returned to the bedroom, asking if he could tighten the corset for me.  I felt the laces tighten and my figure becoming increasingly hour glass shaped.  I loved the thought that he was now in control of my figure.  The more the corset tightened, the more aroused I became.

Peter laid back on the bed, pillow behind his head.  I ran as stream of kisses down his body, over his nipples, across his chest and down to his manhood.  Licking and kissing its shaft, working my way down to his balls.  I moved into a 69 position and Peter went to hold my TGirl surprise, but I moved it away.  This was to be my time to work my magic.  I wanted him to have a long and sensuous oral experience.  My pleasure was to be in his ultimate pleasure.

Again I kissed, licked and explored his strong and very long shaft.  Licking and sucking his balls. Licking around the head and especially under the tip where it is most sensitive.  Moistening my lips I again took his cock into my mouth, tasting his cum from his last taking of me.  It tasted good and I wanted more.  Starting with slow shallow sucks into my mouth I soon increased the rhythm, trying to take him deep and deeper into my mouth and now into my throat.  I could feel his girth swelling with each suck.  I was trying again hard not to gag as voluntary I lowered my head over his cock, taking it now into my throat.

Occasionally I would take him from my mouth and masturbate him with my hands. Each time faster and stronger, pulling his foreskin tighter and tighter.  The rhythm continuing to increase.  I could hear Peter moaning with pleasure and felt his hands on my head, trying to push me deeper down.

Suddenly he jerked and his hot seed of life spurted down the back of my throat.  I sucked harder, wanting every drop.  As is cock started to soften, I took it from my mouth and licked it clean.

But I now wanted more and I could feel my dominant side beginning to assert itself.  Cuddling up at his side, I kept his cock in my hand and soon with a little gentle persuasion it started back to life.  A little oral encouragement and some hand action and again it was standing proud.

I put a little lube on figure and added it to that remaining still remaining in my pussy.  Turning my back to Peters head, and holding his cock firm I slowly started to lower myself on it. With a pillow under his head I knew Peter would be watching my ever move.  First the tip was in, then a little more.  Slowly I started to pump up and down.  At first it was really painful for me.  I am tight and small, Peter large and long.  I felt as if I was now riding metal shaft whose aim was to break me open.  Some the pain gave way to extreme pleasure.  Peters hands were now helping to support me.

I want though to see the effect of my efforts on Peter.  So lifting myself around I again dropped my pussy across his hard cock.  This time without thinking about it I dropped lower and felt him go a lot deeper into me. With each pumping motion, I was taking longer and longer sections of his cock. I could now feel him deep in me, pushing against my internal organs.  The slow speeded quickened in pace and my Tgirl surprise was bouncing up and down with each pumping action. 

I knew that getting Peter to cum for a third time was going to take effort.  I continued my efforts, increasing in speed and doing longer pumping and thrusting actions, trying to go from at one moment the tip of his cock to its base.  Suddenly he pushed his hips upwards as I was on a bouncing thrust downwards.  For a moment I thought that he was going to break me open.  From his face and moans I knew I had achieved my goal. 

Leaving the hotel we passed business men and women having a drink before going home.  I walked past with a contended smile on my face, feeling like a princess.

A Rosebud in London

Meeting a date for the first time is always a big jump into the unknown.  We had only spoken for a few days online before I felt comfortable in meeting.  After some discussion we decided to meet in Central London.  It was agreed that as this was a first date, we would meet for a drink in a cocktail bar and see if the chemistry was compatible.

Cocktail bar, mmm, for me this was beginning to sound like a ‘Pretty Women’ moment.  I had decided on a favourite black cocktail dress and pair of black strappy sandals with 6 inch heels.  A plunge bra which creates a wonderful natural cleavage, sheer black Wolford stockings and a skimpy black thong were to complete the transformation from working girl to classy cocktail bar girl. I should add that my black cocktail dress is very short and only just covers the tops of my hold up stockings.

As the sun disappeared the temperate on this late November afternoon outdoors was dropping rapidly, but for me my heart was beginning to race and I could feel my face flushing at the thought of my rapidly approaching blind date.

Putting on my short winter’s coat, I grabbed my small hand bag and walked to my car.  The drive to London was slow in the late afternoon traffic.  Cutting through Regents Park I made my way along the Euston Road in the almost stationary traffic, turning left at Euston Station towards the Ibis Hotel.

Amazingly for me I was arriving within a minute of our agreed time.  Standing in the hotel doorway was my date Peter, looking dapper in his pinstriped business suit and raincoat with a work briefcase.  Before I could adjust my heels, I found Peter at the car window, looking relieved that I had turned up (and on time!).

Getting from a sports car in 6 inch heels is always a small challenge and as I rose up straight I was aware of how tall I seemed to be.  As I approached Peter and could see him eyeing me up, an evaluation of sexiness perhaps as I walked towards him.  Putting my hands on his waist I planted a first kiss on his lips.  I asked if I was acceptable for his evening date?  I would not be offended if I was not what my blind date expected and would happily have driven back home.  From the very big smile on his face I could see that I had hit the right mark.  He was delighted with what was now in his arms.

“Let’s get a taxi” Peter suggested and at that moment one appeared at the end of the street.  My date dashed off to hail the taxi as I walked across the road in front of the taxi and I noticed the taxi driver eyeing me up. 

Entering the back of the London Taxi Peter was keen to put his hands on my legs and we had another kiss.  I could see him being pleased with how I looked and felt.  Looking forward I could not help noticing how the taxi driver was still looking at me.  In fact he had difficulty taking his eyes off me.  Did he find me attractive? Was he trying to decide if I was a real girl or a Tgirl? Did he think I was an Escort? Was he contemplating if I would be a good lay? Was he jealous of my date?

Our taxi journey was very short and soon we were at the 5 star St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel.  On arrival the doorman opened the taxi door.  The taxi driver was still watching my every move.  What was he thinking?

The taxi door opened and I have never seen a door man be so taken aback as I stepped from the taxi.

I literally saw his jaw drop as first appeared 6 inch heels, then legs which to him must have seemed as if they went on for ever, with a glimpse of stocking top.

Quickly Peter paid the taxi and arm in arm we walked into this famous hotel, heading for the Gilbert Scott cocktail bar.  Crossing the hotel reception other guests were causally watching me.  The combination of high heels and a short skirt is certainly a head turner.  I cannot deny that catching men watching me from a distance is a turn on.  What are they thinking? Am I arousing basic desires in them?  Are they fantasying being with me?  Am I a sensual mystery?

The bar was busy with hotel guests, travellers waiting for a train, shoppers, party goers and businessmen.  We found a small table with three bar stools and settled in for the evening.

Peter started by sitting opposite, but needed little encouragement to move to the stool at the side of me.  I put my heels on the bar of his stool and deliberately ensured that one of my legs was strategically placed between his legs.

Taking the lead Peter quickly asked for a wine list and food menu. Two glasses and a smooth bottle of red win soon appeared, followed shortly by a range of tapas.  The chink of glasses was followed by flowing conversation covering my likes and dislikes, work, travel and even world events.  Conversation was easy with the fine wine and tapas.  The more we talked, the closer we sat, his hands gently exploring above my knee and touching the hem of my short skirt.

Sat on the bar stool, I was aware of the large expanse of stocking clad leg that I was showing to the world.  As I wriggled on the stool, others in the bar would catch a glimpse of my stocking tops.  I noticed two waiters talking while looking at us.  What were they thinking and saying?

It’s surprising how quickly a couple can become part of the setting, blending into the atmosphere of the bar.  Individuals and groups came and went.  A party group arrived at the side of us and a few bottles of wine later they had disappeared.  By now it was as if we were invisible to the passing clients looking for a table or seat in the bar.

Strangely my mind drifted back to when I was a young teenager and used to come to London by train shopping.  It took around 2 hours, so was always a special event.  I remembered the excitement of exploring the shops in Oxford Street but especially those in the Kings Road and Soho where I my first sexy clothes and fetish items.  Often I would miss the last train home and sleep on the benches in the stations cold waiting room.  The Gilbert Scott bar used to be the old Ticket and waiting room area at St. Pancras.  It was strange to see how an old cold and dirty space had been transformed into a luxury 5 star cocktail bar.

I was brought back to the present as Peters hand casually slipped under the hem of my cocktail dress to touched my ‘T-Girl’ surprise, followed by a passionate kiss.  I was aware of his other hand sliding up the outside of my leg.  His fingers under the edge of my skirt and then around to top of my stockings.

“Would you like one of your presents now” Peter asked.  “Of course” I replied.  I swelled with excitement of the thought of a surprise present.  To know that someone has spent time thinking of what to buy, then going out of their way to get to the right shop to buy it make a TGirl feel very special.

Peter pulled from his suit pocket a dark blue velvet bag, gently fondling it his hand.  “Be careful” he said, “it’s a lot heavier than I had imagined”.  As he passed the present over, my hear began to race.  Something instinctively told me what to expect … a butt plug!  But this was a small and quite heavy little present in its dark blue velvet bag. 

Opening the velvet bag I saw the most exquisite of butt plugs made of stainless steel and around 2.25 inches long and 3.25 inches in circumference.  Running my figures over it I was entranced by its weight smoothness and beauty.  Rotating the butt plug I was amazed to find that the base of this beautiful anal plug was punctuated with a large Swarovski crystal, obviously to prevent any mishaps. 

I know understood why Peter had been fondling it before giving it to me, it was so smooth and so well balanced. I could see in Peters eyes that he wanted me to insert it there and then, but in a busy bar such things are not possible.  I considered taking it to the toilet to insert, but that was a long walk across the hotel receptions cobbled floor and down stairs.

This was such an expensive and intimate give for Peter to give.  One which would be worn for him every time we meet.  I know I have a very tight pussy, but I was sure this would be a luxury to ware.

I lent forward and gave Peter a long and sensuous kiss.  I had a mix of emotions from pleasure to feeling 110% feminine and sexy.  Such an intimate gift is a true reflection of desire.  Discreetly I placed this functional work of art in my handbag.

Peter said he had a couple more presents, but they were for later and he hoped they would fit.

I ran my hands over Peters thighs; around the upper part of his leg and in between his legs, deliberately giving a fleeting brush of his ‘manhood’.  As expected he was rock hard.  By now we were looking deep into each other’s eyes.  I could see what he most desired and he wanted it now.

I squeezed his right leg between my sexy long stocking legs.  The other  hand I moved to his groin, to find that he had a massive hard on.  I could not help myself in explore this.  Peter was sat in front of me, in his suit, looking deep into my eyes with a 7 inch rock hard manhood sticking up in his trousers.

My right hand explored up this massive shaft towards its bulbous head of pleasure, only to find (whether by planning or a clothing malfunction) that Peters trousers at the top was slightly open.

I could not stop my fingers from exploring inside.  Within seconds my hand was on the top of his bare manhood as we sat in this exclusive cocktail bar.  The thought of Peters cock being fondled by me in a cocktail bar drew a large smile to my face.

Gently and discreetly I started to fondle then massage the head of his cock and started to explore down its long, rigid shaft.  I felt passion rising in my body.  I knew from this moment  what I was holding in my hand was destined for me.  Something for me to pleasure and I suspected something that in time would be pleasuring in me. 

Given a different and not so public location, I would have wanted to knee in front of Peter there and then, taking him deep in my warm moist mouth.  My one desire at this moment, was to deep throat Peter.  To watch his eyes as he shoots his ‘seeds of life’ deep inside me, to taste him in that intimate way as it runs down the back of my throat.

A while back Peter had asked for the bill and we were so engrossed in being intimate, that we were unaware that the waiter had made his way over.  My first reaction was to remove my hand, but Peter promptly put his hand on mine and from his instant look I knew that I was meant to leave it covering the top of his rigid manhood.

Peter turned to give the waiter his credit card and his suit jacket gave some coverage as he typed in his pin.  “I think I need to find the toilet”, Peter commented as the waiter moved off.  Holding his suit jacket closed he left the bar and disappeared into the reception area in search of the toilets.

My mind was racing with a variety of thoughts, my default instinct was to open my small handbag and touch up my dark red lipstick.  Peter had obviously been studying me during the evening, as his first comment on returning to the table was to mention how nice it was to see that I had touched up my lipstick.

Time to move, we had been in the bar for nearly 3 hours.  Some quick photos on my iPhone and time to slip off the bar stool and put my short black winter coat back on.  Standing up I was aware how my 6 inch heels made so tall and leggy.  Arm in arm we walked out of the hotel, with one or two in reception watching me tottering along.

On leaving the hotel we decided to walk back to Euston Station and the Ibis Hotel.  It was dark and cold outside.  The wind was blowing through my hair as we joined the throng of people making the commute along the Euston Road.

Holding Peters we walked among the travellers, commuters, tourists and locals. I was very conscious of the very short dress I was wearing and my 6 inch heals.  I mentioned to Peter that I hope that my stocking tops at the back were not showing and that I was not arousing to much interest.  He smile at the exact moment that an elderly lady dragging her suit case walked past in the opposite direction.  She stop and turned round to view me, which seemed to amuse Peter.

We walked passed the Novotel Hotel, viewing people in the restaurant having dinner.  Past a local pub where only the bouncers watched my every movement.

By the time we reached Euston  my feet were being to hurt.  It’s not walking in 6 inch heels that was the problem, but walking in 6 inch heels on rough and broken pavements.  We cut across the busy foyer of Euston Station, passing the hordes of commuters and travellers looking longingly at the departure board for their train and platform.

As we walk up towards the Ibis Hotel and where my car was parked, Peters arm came around my waist.  Instinctively I move his hand onto my bottom.  As walked along his hand slip down to the hem of my cocktail dress and very quickly to the top of my stockings.  I stopped and turned towards him., moving backwards to the station wall.  Arms around his waist and his on my bottom we embraced with a long, deep and meaningful kiss.  Opposite there were three businessmen having a smoke and watching our every move. 

As we moved on, Peters hand slipped between my cheeks and I felt one of his fingers pressing against my moist pussy.  I was only wearing a thong! As we slowly walked I felt his finger beginning to push into me.  It was such I an amazing feeling.

I have no idea if anyone was walking behind us, but I did see a group of boisterous teenagers walking towards us.  I swung Peter around to embrace and kiss him, putting my back again to the station wall.  What happened next I was completely not prepared for.  One of Peters hands moved from exploring my pussy to slipping into the front of my knickers. Within a split second my TGirl surprise  was like a serpent, uncoiling in this hand.  Panic struck.  I could see the teenagers now about 40ft away, boys and girls, noisy and out for fun.  I was getting hard in Peters hand.  I pulled him as close a possible, wrapping his winter coat around my waist and kissed him hard.

The young people walked passed us.  They were in their own world of love and excitement.  To them Peter and myself were just an older couple kissing in the street.  Before anyone else could appear I some how tucked my TGirl surprise into the elastic top of my knickers and together we quickly crossed the street to my car.

I knew Peter had to leave quite quickly for his train at Marylebone.  He was looking for a goodnight kiss, but I want him to have a little more.  There was no hesitation to join me for a few minutes in my two seater car, a car designed for driving fun, not the practicalities of lovemaking.

As I kissed Peter I ran my hand across his nipples and down to his crutch.  Yes his man hood was still rock hard and at attention in his trousers.  I have know idea if he hand pants on or was just commando style.

Carefully I unzipped his trousers and with a quick look in the passenger car mirror, then out of the wind screen to ensure now one was passing, I dropped my head down, gently taking him in my mouth.  I want to give him a taste of what he could expect in the future.

Peter must have be a good 7 inches in length and I wanted as much as possible.  First I licked the head of his manhood.  Gently rubbing it through my tight lips into my warm moist mouth.  As I licked under the head of his manhood Peter began to moan gently in pleasure.

I kept looking up and occasionally had to stop as people walked by the car.  As so as the passed I sank down on Peter again.  Quite challenge in small car, over the gear stick in a busy street.

The time for Peter to leave can before I could finish my task.  He was torn between catching his train or staying for personal pleasure.  Carefully I tucked him back in and zipped his trousers. A parting kiss and Peter disappeared into the night.

Driving home I had many thoughts exciting my mind.  How I had enjoyed my evening.  What a wonderful person Peter was. Did he enjoy his evening with me?  Would we meet again?

On arriving home, I could not wait to try on this other gifts and the see how the butt plug would feel.  Peter had given me a pair of red silk tie knickers that feel so sexy on and a matching bra. I stood in by bedroom now dressed only in his gifts with a black pair of stocking and my 6 inch sandal heels. 

In my hand was his stainless steel butt plug, heavy but so smooth.  I fondled and caressed it in my hand, then added a little lube to its tip.  I lent forward and gently pushed to against the lips of my pussy.  At first my body resisted, then suddenly like a bullet it shot insider me, a sensation I have never previously experienced.  I quickly ran my hand over my buttocks to my pussy and to my relieve felt the crystal at the end of the plug.

Turning to the wardrobe mirror I could see the crystal glistening in the bedroom light and I knew that Peter had achieved one of his objectives this evening, ownership of an intimate part of me.

Meeting a Stranger

It was always going to be a long day.  I was leaving home for work very early and had a 3 hour drive in front of me, but it was to be a different type of day as I was meeting Sir for the first time early this evening.  Driving to work, my mind with full of a range of thoughts.  We had chatted online, texted and had a couple of telephone calls, which had helped me build a mental picture of Sir and what his interests may be.

As a TGirl one has three key questions to answer: What should I wear?  What will he be expecting? Will I be safe?

Being a TGirl is to always have a jump into the unknown when you first meet someone.  However, I have had conversations with Sir for over a year, and had made the mental commitment to both meet and submit.   I had mentally placed myself, that I was to be his blank canvas to develop and mould as he desired.  This is an amazingly big step to make, but strangely also a very empowering one.

Which brings me to the next point, what will he be expecting?  He had given little away, apart from the fact that he had been looking in a sex shop in Soho at toys and clothes.  He had asked my height, then stated that it didn’t matter as when we met I would be on my knees or all fours.  He had also asked if I had a biker jacket?  When you make the mental decision to submit, you start to move away from what our master will expect, as you have already decided that he will train you as he desires.  My mind however, did wander to the topic.  How would he have me on my knees and on all fours? Perhaps he likes to cuff and collar?  What toys had he bought to explore my tight pussy?

Finally what should I wear?  Sir wanted me to wear my red mini and high heels, a favourite look of mine.  It showed my long legs to their best and I believe makes me look both sexy and inviting.

With work completed by early afternoon, I start my drive home.  I found myself touching my legs as I drove along.  I am naturally smooth and as I ran my hands over my legs they felt very silky.  I had a mental sexual rush as I imagined Sir running his hands over them.  His hands exploring up my legs and squeezing my cheeks, pulling them close to him.

Home with time to bath and dress.   A nice warm bath to take away the tension of a 4 hour return drive.  I then to start applying the make-up.  First a foundation cream, then applying the eye shadow, (four different shades of blue and cream), followed my mascara and blusher.

Next to decide on the underwear.   I chose a nice black pair of thong styled knickers, and as I pulled them up I felt the thong cut into my cheeks, embedding into my tight little pussy.  The front my knickers just held my TGirl surprise.  My attention now turned to a bra.  Should I wear a normal bra with my silicon’s, which give me a B/C cup, or wear a Wonder Bra, which makes the most of my little boobs, (but allows access easily to my erect nipples).  Not knowing what was in store I chose the Wonder Bra.

I slipped on a black, lacy bodycon top, white fluffy jumper and my favourite red mini, (a designer skirt I had bought in Florence).  Then rolled on a pair of black hold up stockings up my long smooth legs, admiring how the lace at the top of the stocking matched that of my black thong.  Lastly, I slid my feet into my high heeled stilettoes.  Back to the mirror and time to put the lipstick on.  Standing back I thought I looked very slim, leggy and sexy …. Just the look I want to try and achieve, but what would Sir think?

Wearing my short winter coat and with hand bag in hand I ventured out into the cold night.  A quick glance to ensure there were no nosey neighbours watching and into my little sports car for the 1 hour drive around the M25 to meet with Sir.

I enjoy driving dressed like this and find driving in high heels easy.  On the M25 I noticed the occasional driver and lorry driver observing me. Obviously I like the attention, especially when I know I am looking good.  I wondered what crossed the other driver’s minds when they saw me, short skirt and long stocking legs.  What erotic thoughts did they entertain! 

As for me, my thoughts were on the evening to come.  I had asked no questions, was prepare to completely submit and do/wear whatever was asked of me.  I was prepared to be trained and used in whatever way Sir desired.  The thought of the complete unknown is exciting, but has to be based on complete trust.  All I really knew was that Sir was a tactile person, similar to me.  The power of touch for me is very important.

The drive passed quickly and on time I pulled into Sirs drive.  I rang to say I had arrived and to ensure I at the right house before I knocked on the door.  No sooner had I rung, than the front door opened.  I stepped out of my car and walked with confidence across the gravel driveway to the open door, where I observed Sir viewing me.  Was I what he expected?

Standing on the door step Sir gave me a quick once over, an embrace and kiss.  From the first moment together, I was aware of his strong arms around me and on my bottom.  Across the wooden floor I carefully walked in my heels, following Sir into the dining room.   I took off my short winter jacket, placing it on a chair by the old fashioned solid wood dining room table.  Strangely it cross my mind that Sir could lay me over this table and explore his desires.

Soon a glass of white wine appeared from the kitchen and I was taken on a tour of the house.  It was with a little humour that Sir caught me looking at myself in a long mirror he had by his sofa.  Yes I was admiring myself, thinking that the red mini had really been a great buy as it sets off my legs and body….. but would Sir find it desirable?

Returning down stairs we went into the front room and no sooner had we sat on the sofa, than Sir and myself were cuddling and kissing.  Something I enjoy very much.  Sir was a good kisser and I enjoyed his hands on my body, touching and exploring.  Suddenly Sir told me to stand up and face away from him.  This I did, he then asked me to lift my skirt so he could examine me.  He said he that what he saw was as per my photos he had seen on my Amsterdam Blog.  Next he told me to turn round and face him, with my mini skirt lifted.  I was told to walk closer to him, and as I did I felt his strong hands around my TGirl surprise and my balls.  I was vulnerable, I felt as if I was being examined in a cattle market, but I loved the feeling.  I was order to kneel on the sofa, hands holding the back of the sofa.  Obediently I did this, and enjoyed viewing myself in Sirs long mirror behind the sofa.

Before I knew it Sir had his finger rimming my pussy.  This will be cold he said, as a finger laden with lube was pushed into me.  Steadfastly I looked at myself in the mirror, as Sirs finger was replaced by something harder and longer. I was told to push backwards, and as I did I was impaled deeper.  I could feel the toy pressing deep on other internal parts of my body.  My TGirl surprise started to harden as the toy was pushed deeper and deeper.  Without notice, it started to vibrate.  I was taken by surprise, but the vibration made the toy more comfortable inside me.  Legs apart, hands griping the back of the sofa, watching my own expressions change in the mirror as Sir moved the toy backwards and forwards inside my pussy, occasionally putting it on vibrate.  The feeling of submission to another’s enjoyment was overwhelming.

Sir now told me to turn round and sit on the sofa.  As I did, the toy pushed deep inside me.  I tried to pick up my wine glass, but moving was difficult and at random moments, Sir would put the vibrator on.  I feel immobilised, at Sirs every whim ….

Sir asked if I was enjoying it.  I cannot remember my response.  He then stated that in the future he would take me to dinner with this toy inside me and with other people at the table would, at his whim put the vibrator on.  He want to see how I would cope in public, when he could control such a toy remotely.  OMG what an amazing thought.  Sat in public and suddenly a vibrator is set off in ones pussy.  How do you react, do you disgrace yourself, are the others in on the act… how would such a game end?

Sir collected a bag from my car, which contained some other clothes I had been asked to bring, including a latex dress.  As the toy was removed from me, my pussy seemed strangely empty.  I was taken up stairs to the back bedroom, where Sir instructed me to change into the latex dress.  Quickly I obeyed, using a special lube so that the dress just slid onto my body.  I added my sheer stockings and high heel shoes, before walking out onto the landing to find Sir. 

Sir produced a camera and instructed me to stand by the wall, while he took a range of photos of me.  The Sir started to instruct me on how to stand, look, flip my hair and sit on the floor

Sir led me to the double bed and instructed me to position myself on all fours on the bed, as he took a range of photos around me.  Strangely at the same time I felt cheap, vulnerable and very very sexy.

Sir pulled my thong to one side and again said this would be very cold.   I felt first his figure heavy in lube push inside me, quickly to be replaced by something bigger and harder.  Gently he pushed and twisted it, applying more lube.   

Sir teased me by moving it backwards and forwards and again because of its size I could feel it pressing against other internal parts of me.  I was then instructed to kneel up.  Now I could see the long, straight, large, silver plug pushed deep inside me.  Sir told me I was now in control.  I felt incredibly empowered lifting myself up and down on this large toy.  I imagined that I was riding and pleasing a man.  I enjoyed being in control and the feeling it gave me.  Sir took some more photos as I was riding the toy as I was throwing my hair back in ecstasy.  

I was pushed me on my back on the bed, as Sir stated that he loved the feel and smell of latex.  Sir released my TGirl surprise and started playing with it.  Then released his own manhood and with pleasure I pushed him on his back on the bed taking it in my mouth.  I took pleasure in exploring the head of his manhood, slowly taking it deeper into my mouth, sucking and rubbing.  As I turned over to straddle Sir, the long silver toy slipped from me.

Strangely I found myself rubbing Sirs manhood up and down the outside of my pussy.  It was so pleasurable and so easy to slip inside me.  Sir instructed me to move his manhood forward and releasing my own I started rubbing the two together.  Leaning forward I pinned sirs wrists down.  He commented on my assertiveness, I was unsure whether he was showing a tendency to submissiveness, or just enjoyed a more “spunky” TGirl?

After passionate kissing and cuddles, I was instructed to stand and Sir gently took my TGirl surprize into his warm, moist mouth.  Faster and faster we moved, with my bangles clanking on my wrist. Then I exploded, with semen jumping forth.  Lying wasted, I found Sir again photographing me again.

I was told it was now time now to leave.   At this point sir could have asked for anything.  The pleasure was all mine.  I decided to drive back in my latex dress and just slipped white fluffy jumper on my top.  High heels replaced by long leather boots

As I stepped out into the cold night air, my latex dress clung to my body, giving the feeling of nakedness.  With a strange numbness and oneness with the world, I made good progress back home.  Locking the car I confidently walked across my drive to the front door, glancing to see if any neighbour’s curtains were twitching. 

Before removing the remnants of my make up, I again posed in front of the mirror and found myself asking the following questions:

·         Did I exceed Sirs expectations?

·         Did Sir enjoy his time with me?

·         Will Sir want to meet with me again, and continue his programme of training?

With these thoughts, I drifted off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow I could explore the photos he had taken, and relive the evening.