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.