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Subject: TG Repost-First Affaitr
Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 07:20:46 GMT
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Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "First Affair"
Clickity-click!
Clickity-clack!
My high heels echoed as I walked across the marbled
lobby
floor. A sound that almost no one-man or woman-ever pay any
attention to always filled me with pleasure. The short steps
demanded by the tight skirt accentuated the sound on the
stone.
Unfortunately, I was attracting a lot of attention from
passers by. Some smiled and others gawked. I moved quickly
into
the first opening elevator door hoping I would be lucky enough
to
be by myself.
Michael insisted that I dress like a prostitute. I
had
worked for a long time to create the woman he wanted me to be
but it was a difficult task to pull off as a genetic male 5'
11".
He had demanded that I wear an outfit that was on the sexy
trampy
side. I did enjoy the look, though--black leather
miniskirt,
black fishnet stockings, a black silk blouse with the
plunging
neckline, and the silver belt. Matching silver earrings,
neck-
lace and bracelets set off the outfit very well.
As the door began to close two middle aged men got on
and did a double take when they saw me. I tried to back into
the
farthest corner and make myself invisible for the ride to the
seventh floor. Luckily, they got off the elevator on the
fifth
without giving me any static at all. At least I had made it
this
far.
Stepping out I found the corridors deserted. I scanned
room
numbers for #7021. I was finally here! I adjusted my
skirt,
took a deep breath to settle my jangled nerves and softly
knocked
on the door.
Michael opened the door and ushered me into the luxurious
hotel room. Inside the doorway, he put his arm around my
waist
and guided me into the suite. He was wearing a silk robe;
thick
and smooth to the touch. As the door closed, he forcefully
took
me into his arms kissing me on the lips and sending shivers
down
my spine. It was our first kiss. He held me tight and I had
my
first taste of him. His robe parted slightly and I could see
he
was wearing only a G-String and nothing else. His strong
body
holding me so close and firm made me feel light headed. I
could
smell a rich aroma of musk and spices. He had an oily
sheen
glistening on his body.
Michael pulled away from our embrace and walked over to
the
table and removed a bottle of wine from a silver decanter.
For
the first time I stood alone and surveyed the room.
Soft red light played across the room casting eerie
shadows.
Blue light from a lamp by the table created seductive
highlights.
The blue light shown down on a queen size bed. The pulled
down bedspread revealed satin sheets appearing a rich
shimmering
bluegreen in the light. Soft sultry music came from somewhere
in
the room and I new that indeed this was a spider's web.
My heart skipped a beat when I glanced down to the foot
of
the bed where several intregueing items lay. What caught my
eye
was an assortment of implements of restraint which
included
black shiny leather wrist and ankle straps with D-rings and
a
leather neck collar with two larger rings. Knobby metal
studs
adorned each of them and reflected the red or blue light
depend-
ing on how you looked at them. There were brass chains and
a
polished mahogany bar with brass rings at intervals along
its
length. The handle of a black Cat-O-Nine tails peeked out
from
under the bedspread. That was the first of many times tonight
I
would question why I was here.
Michael began removing the cork from the wine bottle as
I
set my purse down on the dresser. There were two large
crystal
goblets on the table and Michael poured us each a glass of
the
dark blood red wine.
Wrapping my long feminine fingers around the heavy thick
glass I took a large indulgent drink. I drank the wine way
to
fast but felt the settling effect almost immediately.
Michael,
sitting in an easy chair, leisurely sipped his wine and
appraised
me with an amused look. He took my glass setting it on the
table. He told me to stand in front of him and turn
around
slowly--then demanded that I remove my blouse.
My hands trembled as I undid the buttons. Slowly, I let
the
blouse drop to the floor.
"And now the skirt."
I fumbled with the zipper in the back and finally got it
free
and my black leather skirt dropped to the floor as well. I
stood
there blushing in my black bra, garter belt and black fishnet
stockings. I wondered if he would notice that I had purchased
the
black satin open crotch panties that he had suggested. If he
did,
he wouldn't say.
Michael demanded I pour him more wine. Walking over to
the
table in my high heels accentuated the swaying of my hips and
I
felt his gaze devouring my body. I returned to his side
and
poured the wine with my still trembling hands. Michael
reached
around and caressed my inner thighs at my stocking tops
and
slowly moved upward.
I nearly spilled the wine as my poor clit, which had been
doing so well, now showed through the split crotch of the
panties
as it neatly sprang to life.
I remembered Michael's admonition to "Be proud of who
and
what I you are" and I stood up straight and tall with my
hard
clit protruding from my beautiful panties. Michael looked at
me
with that enigmatic smile and I took another too large drink
of
wine.
"My beautiful french hooker," he said as I stood there
blushing. He took the drink from my hand and led me to the
bed
and firmly pushed me backwards onto the satin sheets. He
sat
down on the bed next to me and began smoothing his hands over
my
body.
I knew my skin was smooth and silky to the touch; scented
from my bath oil. I had meticulously shaved my body smooth of
hair from top to bottom except for my carefully trimmed love
triangle of pubic hair. He ran his hand over my arms and bent
over me giving me a long kiss on my frosted lips. I knew he
was
enjoying the scent of my Cin-a-Bar Parfume applied in my most
sensitive places. His tongue began to probe my mouth and my
own
darted into his and I thoroughly enjoyed the deep soulfull
kiss-
es.
Breaking off the kiss Michael now demanded that I slip my
panties completely off as he watched. I slowly obeyed. He
gasped in delight when I displayed my surprise.
I had bleached my pubic hair twice. The result; hair
soft
and fine to the touch and very feminine. In the wash of the
blue light it became a phosphorescent hot spot.
"Look at the beautiful angel hair on my Michele," Michael
exclaimed, giving me another kiss, as I blushed with happiness
in
the darkness.
I felt goosebumps come over my body as Michael now picked
up
one of the leather wrist cuffs and buckled it on my wrist.
The
feel of the leather was intoxicating and looked much like an
attractive bracelet to me. As I was examining it, fascinated
by
the look and exotic feel, he was already fastening the other
wrist
cuff.
My anxiety level began to rise markedly when he gathered
up
my right leg and fitted the first ankle cuff. The speed and
import of what he was doing rushed at me like a freight train.
I
wanted to tell him to "Stop-Please go slow" but he quickly
buckled in the left ankle.
He picked up that curious mahogany bar and attached it to
one
of my ankle cuffs using a chrome metal clip. Scared but
still
curious I began to panic as he spread my legs out very wide
to
attach the other ankle cuff. I now had myself spread wide
open
to him and had lost the ability to walk or freely move. I
wanted
to scream to stop-that I had changed my mind completely and
maybe
we could do this another time. Again nothing came out.
And then Master Michael, as I watched in mute terror,
clipped
one end of a brass chain to the center ring on the spreader
bar
and quickly put the other through the D-ring of my left wrist
cuff.
I became active with my right arm trying desperately to
keep
it out of his reach now realizing that I was actually about
to
lose my total freedom. He had anticipated my mini-rebellion
and
was ready.
He grasped. my now ineffectual flailing right hand,
firmly.
I murmured "Nooo Noooo, Please Michael Noooo!"
He had put the end of the chain through the D-ring of the
right wrist cuff. Releasing my hand he brought the chain
through
the center ring of the bar. With the chain still quite loose
I
still had plenty of slack and was flailing at him with both
hands.
Master Michael then smiled at me with a triumphant cruel
look.
Slowly, he began to reel in his prize. As the chain
rattled
through the ring on the ankle bar my wrists got closer and
closer
together drawn up to the spreader bar. My legs bent against
the
strain. Finally, it was over. My hands securely fastened to
the
bar. My legs doubled.
Picking up a brass padlock he put the lock through the
chain
links and I heard the "CLICK" sledgehammering through my head.
I
watched in horror as he took the key and attached it to a
chain
necklace he wore around his neck. There was no doubt at all
that
I was now HIS prisoner to do with as HE wished.
A feeling of utter helplessness filled me. I was now
presented to Master Michael in a way that absolutely exposed
my
body and I blushed and quivered all over. I strained against
the
chain but realised I was fully in his power.
Why had I allowed this to happen? The thought came to
me
that the woman inside of me was still struggling for
control
while society said no you are a man. By giving up control
to
Michael, I no longer had that internal struggle. I had
submitted
to him and by becoming a "Slave" I actually was set "Free" to
be
whatever I was. Did I make the right decision?
With his prey secured, Michael stood up and surveyed his
handiwork. A very satisfied smile was on his face as he
circled
the bed eyeballing me. He was like a predator who knows that
his
catch is felled and now its time to play. The more that I
struggled and squirmed like a bug in the web, testing the
chains
and the leather, the more I could see that he was enjoying it.
I felt so helpless lying there on my back with my knees
bent
and my legs spread wide apart sticking up in the air in a
forced
fetal position. Everything was naked and exposed. Michael
bent
over very close to my face piercing me with steely eyes and
said,
"I don't want you to move, no matter what."
I dared not look into those eyes that were boring into
me.
He scared yet excited me so that I felt the blood surge again
to
my clit already hard and hot. I was afraid that I was going
to
cum right there and then and be in so much trouble. I tried
hard
by sheer will power to keep that from happening.
Michael impressed on me the total helplessness of my
situation. He ran his hands over my legs slowly moving them
toward my hot pussy. He lightly played over my poor clit and
then
to let me know he was in total command he took my sacs and
began
to squeeze. I wanted to cry out I knew that if I wantonly
disobeyed him I would be committing a grievous error.
Mercifully
he let me go with just a small squeeze letting me know how
easy it
would be to cause me serious pain.
Master Michael then grabbed the spreader bar and, with a
simple twist, rolled me over so that I was face down on the
bed.
My face buried in the satin sheets: I was forced to arch my
back
and, with my knees scrunched up, presented my ass to him in
all
its glory. I realized that in this position I could be raped
very
conveniently by all the boys in the band.
Michael now reached down and picked up the Cat-O-Nine
Tails
at the end of the bed. My stomach went up to my heart as he
slowly ran the length of the whip across my cheek turned
sideways
on the bed. I could smell the rich leather and cringed at the
lethal instrument of torture. He now began to slowly drag it
across my back so that I could feel it's length and texture.
He
turned it over so that I could see the butt end of the whip
shaped
like a phallus and very much capable of doing heavy damage as
a
blunt but flexible instrument. I kept waiting for either
the
swing of the handle or the sting of the whip but I could see
that
the Master was in no hurry. He began to worry the
dildo-like
handle around my anus and I began to brace for a brutal
thrust.
It never came.
Michael flipped me again on my back and I breathed a
momentary sigh of relief. I felt sure that sooner or later he
was
going to punish me and I knew that I deserved it.
As I looked up from the bed, Michael put one knee on the
bed
and swung his leg over my body straddling my face. He looked
like
a huge giant hovering over me. I could see his upper body
framed
in blue light but in the shadows of his thighs I could just
sense
the satin full pouch of his G-String in front of my face.
As my eyes became acustomed to the darkness I watched
terri-
fied as his pouch seemed so full as something, apparently with
a
life of its own, strained to get out.
Suddenly Michael reached over and I heard the "Snap" of
the
G-Sting, as he pulled it clear, releasing his beast from
captivity. I felt like it was coming straight at me-quite
liter-
ally the Spider's Stinger. I barely made out the silvery
blue
outline of it now hovering just a fraction of an inch from
my
frosty red lips.
I closed my eyes and clenched my lips tightly together,
desperately wishing and hoping this would all go away.
"Nooooo,"
I whimpered.
The touch of the tip of Michael's cock against my
clenched
lips sent a shock wave through my body. The room seemed to
spin
as I was very much aware of my hopeless situation. I clenched
my
lips together more as I felt the gentle pressure against my
mouth.
Then Michael caressed my hair and whispered softly
"Michele"
and walls seemed to come tumbling down.
He could have taken me hard and raped my mouth and I
would
have been powerless to stop him but didn't. If this was going
to
happen, it would be something that I would have to accept on
my
own. I could feel his eyes looking down at me waiting very
patiently...waiting for as long as it would take.
My surrender and Michael's conquest came not as a huge
rush
of passion but by a mere fraction of an inch. A tiny parting
of
my lips to let him nestle there. It was felt rather than seen
but
each of us felt it and knew that my total submission was
complete.
I opened my eyes again and looked wide eyed down the
length
of Michael's shaft with its tip just to my lips. My lips
parted
just a bit more and his constant pressure allowed the tip to
insert partially between my wet lips and begin slowly moving
inside.
My tongue touched the tip of his cock and it's shape,
size
and texture became locked in my memory like a fingerprint. I
ran
my tongue around the tip exploring the ridge and its opening
like
a blind man might read braille. I tasted the rich texture of
Michael's big exclamation point and liked it very much.
Then slowly my lips formed the O to surround him as he
slowly
entered my mouth. His cock filled me. My tongue curved
around
that hard shaft to form a wet textured sleeve. Slowly he
pushed
further in until I felt the head of his cock at the back of my
throat. We each shifted just a little and I was able to
accommodate more of him.
Finally, I had all of him that I could and we stopped.
Neither of us moved as we explored the sensation of it. My
mind
was bombarded with emotion as Michael seemed to fill my senses
as
well as my mouth.
Then just as slowly Michael started sliding his
wonderful
cock out of my mouth. I automatically tried sucking it back
as
it escaped. Then back it came faster and smoother and
wetter.
My concentration was total now and I began to work on him
feeling
the body heat rising and his swollen organ engorged my
pussy
mouth. We began to work together in unison and I could feel
that
piston plunging back and forth in me.
Then Michael pulled out.
I stared up at his face in shocked disbelief. What was
he
doing?! That great horn was hard and twitching only inches
from
my mouth. I tried desperately to reach it but it was just
beyond
my lips.
"Miikkee," I stammered, "Whattt??"
Michael had a cruel look on his face and a cynical smile.
"Now you seem to want something awful bad. Seems just a
minute
ago Michele didn't want anything to do with my big friend
here."
"Please Master Michael," I begged, "I am so sorry. I'll
be
a good girl."
"That's not good enough, you fucking whore! BEG for
Your
Supper-bitch!!".
"Please---Please---Please---Let me suck your magnificent
cock, Master Michael."
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that.
How
much do you want it Michele? Suppose, I decide to hell with
this."
"Oh no! Please no!" I cried. "I'm sorry, please I want
to
please you so badly. Please Please let me have your cock in
my
mouth. I'll do anything. I want it more than anything."
"Do you Michele? Want it more than anything?"
"Yes, Master Michael---More than anything!"
"Will you agree to suck me off anywhere and anytime I
say?"
Realizing I was going far beyond tonight but helpless to say
no I
plead, "Yes--Yes--Michael any time and any where."
"If we are at a party, or a restaurant and I decide
that
you need a little snack, will you Michele?"
"Yes--Yes--Yes---Master."
"Are you a cock-sucking slut, Michele?"
"Yes Michael, I am a cock-sucking slut!"
Master Michael then brushed the side of my face with his
heavy dick taunting me. I was thankful for that much and I
tried
to move so he would touch me more with the master staff. I
could
feel him on my cheeks and forehead and chin but still out of
reach
of my tongue.
"First, Michele, you must give me head exactly how I say.
I
want you to take each of my sacks into your mouth. Then I
want
you to lick and suck up the side of my cock starting at the
very
base. I want you to lick it like a lollypop and then tease
and
pleasure the tip real good. If you do all that well-then, I
may
let you take me all in again."
"Oh thank you Master Michael," I said.
Moving his big friend down, Michael again let me have
access
to all of his throbbing dick. Unfortunately, I was so
greedy
that I forgot my agreement and sucked him into my mouth. It
took
a firm reminder to realise I was being bad and then I became
horrified thinking that my Master might again pull out and
leave
me stranded. I quickly let his delicious dick out of my mouth
and
could see by his knowing smile that Michael knew I couldn't
resist
the temptation.
I started at the basics taking each of his sacs into my
mouth feeling how taut they seemed to be. I nibbled on the
base of his big boy and began running my wet mouth and tongue
up
and down the entire length of his cock. I teased and nipped
at
the tip again and for the first time I could hear and feel
him moan in pleasure.
I knew it was time for Master Michael to feel the full
pleasure of release as he thrust his cock into me in
earnest.
Unlike the first time, I took it in with a certain awe and
rever-
ence. We began working in concert establishing a rhythm.
My
head worked with the thrust of his hips; rotating slightly
to
give the most enjoyment to his stroke.
I knew Michael was close to cumming by his ragged
breathing.
I redoubled my efforts really sucking as he moved up and down
faster and faster.
I felt his body stiffen as he gasped and groaned in
pleasure.
As his thick cream welled up I wished and hoped he would be
like
Mount St Helen's blowing his top.
Michael did not disappoint me as cum exploded into my
mouth.
I swallowed as much as I could and could feel the cum on my
cheeks
and drip down my chin. My makeup was ruined but I didn't
care. I lapped up Michael's cum as it continued to flow in
spurts
more slowly now. The taste was wonderful-smooth, creamy, hot,
slithery---I felt it going down my throat warming me inside.
Oh,
there was so much cum. I began cleaning him with my tongue
making
sure that I got it all.
My Master seemed content at the moment. I rested dreamy
eyed
thinking that now I had something very much in common with
every
woman since Eve and the dawn of time. I had been the
receiver--
the receptacle--I had taken into me the essence of man's
loins. I
was purring like a cat.
A gentle reminder from Michael was all it took to realize
that I was not tending to business. I began to nuzzle his
cock
again, licking and kissing it. It was limp and lifeless but I
didn't mind. I took it into my mouth and began to suckle like
a
calf on her mother's udder. I was content but it was not an
udder
at all and I felt it swell in my mouth. The feeling was
exquisite
and it gave me the feeling of the power of rejuvenation.
Now the beast was alive again--and hungry for attention.
I
realized with some alarm that I was vulnerable and exposed
and
wondered what was to become of me now........................