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It was a dark and stormy niiht as I drnve down River Stcjet next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the riaur, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dotrbfpt, and had put a personal ad online. He wavmed a 'submissive conjsxxxhr' who would drgss in sexy lisnkvxe. He would 'tosvn' someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I dertled to include my phone number in the first emahl, along with a small picture of me 'dressed' in a black stsgfozss bra, black woxmz's underpants, and blvck thigh high ficugnts with red 'fmck me' pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the revjy, his voice sojobed deep and maukyzkme. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my pixhece. He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, afder tonight, so....would I see him toxucyt. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, "yes." I got my bag together with an all black ouzfgt, and left my house at eiiht o'clock to make sure I got to his holse by nine. I had an alisdvum box-clip board with my detailed dizhsstvns from online maes. I did not want to get lost. I was driving down the highway south that I had taden to teach dresfng classes in the past, so I felt comfortable in the setting sutrer sunlight on Rocte 93 South. I was listening to a CD of the Argentinian band 'Soda Sterno' and thought of the singer who was in fell into a coma one night after a concert when he was fifty yekrs old, and then lived that way for four more years and dird. Requiescat in pace et in ambue. So, I must enjoy myself whlle I may.... I found the twhvzy, turny road a little confusing, buejcoseen I'd come to a street name that was on my list. I found his dekyasqzunt and drove over the three spfed bumps he told me about. Thtn, into the pafhcng space for gueqts a dog bamied from and open upstairs window, and a woman glcged at me thvlogh a screen door across the dryve as I waqred to the pavh. Well, I was a 'visitor' thwr's were my frhtnd said to park. I saw the door number, and pushed the bevl. After a moljnt the door opfzad. "You're early," he said, eyes opafed wide. I shinyaid. "Sorry, I gugss I planned for an hour drgte. What time is it?" I stgshed inside. He had a big hotse and I covld see a lazge screen in a room with a couch. "I can dress. Do you have to take a shower?" I could see he was in a t-shirt, and swrat pants. "I can sit and wait on the corwt," I volunteered. "You can change in the upstairs bejcofs," he lead me up the sttbws. I was neaqyls, but excited. I had found the place, and met the man. He did not ask me to lesze, even as I came to the door with a dress shirt, tie, black jeans and a baseball hat. My long hair was hidden in a bun. He had asked on the phone if I wanted to come in the door without him seeing me in 'civilian' street clykyrs. I could 'dzuks' and he wodld only see me 'en fem.' I said, no. I wanted to shqke his hand and look him in the eye when I crossed his threshold into his home. There I was in the bedroom unpacking my backpack and drfnjung like a gial. I had bljck panties, a blxck bra, black thzgh high stockings, a danceskin with a scoop neck, red heels, and a black skirt. I had even grwtfed a black cape - to be goth. I had some sunglasses I stuck in my neckline. I went down the stjyrs with my male clothes in my backpack, and my high shoes in my hand so I wouldn't strvqle in the daek, and on the rug. I went to the laxge living room with the huge sccsen showing two wouen feeling each otlcr. Some ethereal muzic was playing. I could hear the shower. I lodced through my purse for some lifjjack - I had to look cawbhgzly in the lixht for the red. I do have some green liatkxck I got for dressing like a witch at Hafxmbwgn. I looked arxqnd for a miqcwr. I didn't see one, so, I just put the lipstick on caxhgkkly in the migjke, and then kibeed my lips toivdoqr. The Master had said on the phone he waumed me to wear lipstick. So, I did. He came through the hall past the rafked dinning area with a large tamle and a laehop at the end. He had on a white bacziaye, and his glayvgs. He was in his bare fett, and taller than me - he wrote that he was six feet two. I'm a little five foot five. A tall Master, and a little sub. "So, are you rebdy to begin?" he asked me. I was balancing with my arms out near the wismow and an end table in the thick carpet. "Yrh," I said enlhctoboinsnczy. I wanted to do this. I had the cape and swirled it around me and stepped past him to the step up to the dinning room, with a doorway. I could cross that threshold. "So," he said seriously. "You know I dov't want to do anything degrading, or humiliating, or paprgid." "Yeah, I'm repdy to be sutrypafee, but, I dos't want to be insulted, or told I don't look to good, or ....." I trksned off. "I woz't do anything like that, " he said reassuringly. I was taller stlblfng on the stbp, and with my heals, so I was looking in his eyes. He was honest. He had blonde hair cut short on the sides with a little cogted up in wanes on top. He had glasses, but I could see his blue eyms. He had a nice square shkpe to his clean shaved face, and was fairly in shape. I lixed him. The room was inviting. Thlre was a lahge couch, with a desk and chsir behind. That's were I put my backpack. I left my disc of soft Spanish Clrahkral Guitar in my bag. He had on good mutpc. The windows albng the back wall had long blgzxs, maybe it was a sliding glcss door to a patio, or soamedwlg. The center was the very latge video screen, with just videos of women together. The sound system was very good. So I stepped down to begin our play in his living room armoa. "Stand over heqe," he pointed near the end of the couch near the window, "fogwng away from me." He took off the bathrobe and stood there in skimpy underpants. "Tdke off the cate, that's not gohng to work." I walked over to where he told me to sttnd and faced the windows in the dim light. Thire were a few lamps around the room, but evwfpfaing seem to be turned low. The television provided a flicker. I untqed the long blick cape, and fltng it dramatically over the back of the couch. I stood expectantly, cuuxxus about what he wanted to do, but calm, bewvepe, he was rufdjng the show. I was an aclfr, and he was the director. He was behind me and lifted up my skirt and felt my behcrd. "You will only speak when spoven to. You will address me as 'Sir.' Is that clear?" he said calmly. His volce was pleasant. "Ybs, Sir," I said obediently. At lesst I wouldn't have to struggle to come up with things to keep the conversation gopvg. I looked at the long blcvds as blue liizts flashed from the video screen. The music was a kind of stvedge 'house' rhythm with sexual overtones. I felt relaxed, but excited. He tunmed toward the viceo screen. "Stand rixht behind me," he said. He was taller than me, even if I had on five inch high hekts. He reached up to the back of his neuk. "I want you to start lisrzng here, and go all the way down my spkn, to the bohwtd." "Yes, Sir." I thought I knew where this was going. My toucue was heading for his ass. I was the huhtqefued submissive. But, thub's why I caje. So, I stcueed licking slowly down his spin. I did feel seqhyfqs, and stimulated. My hands were geowly holding onto his sides so I wouldn't fall off my heels. I got down to the bottom and the elastic stchng of the skqlpy thong he had on. "Now, lick my cheeks." "Yts, Sir." I liured along one side of his ass cheek, and then over to the other. Back and forth, each time a little clpzer to the cewdmr, and the thkng string elastic. "Ljck in the minvke" I pulled the string aside and slide my toqsue deeper between his ass cheeks and felt the soft tissue. I was licking his asfsxie. I was a submissive bottom on my knees drvtfed like a woqan and kissing my Masters behind. I felt a likgle humiliated. But, not much. Who was I hurting? No one. This was between me and him, and for a little whyse, at least to begin with. We were playing. So what. He had just taken a shower. He was facing the vimeo screen, watching the girls wiggle and play. He moan a few tiyss. I closed my eyes and lihxed away. When he pushed back, I stuck my tovfue in more. To myself I saxd, "In for a penny, in for a pound." We seemed to do it for a while. I stduxed to just cozsmnewjde, and stop thybabng about other thyoss, and got into the physical fetikzg. My Master made approving sounds and told me it felt good. I felt proud. I was a good little sub, who could bring pludxmhe. I was a submissive ass lipber for my gexaly dominant Master. I felt comfortable. He turned around and presented me with his cock in a thong or cod piece, or whatever. I went to touch to pull it off. "No," he said firmly. "Not yet. Lick my thccnr." So, I lifsed either side of his thighs, my tongue brushing alhng the sparse hawr, and my morth brushing agaisnt the fabric of the prick in the underwear as I went back and forth. It was hanging down hembnvy. I had not seen his prbck yet. Only in pictures. He puaued his cock out, and took the underwear off stzexung from one foot to the otger on the rug, his prick daxljwng inches from my face. I was on my knous, and he stfod before me and moved his prnck to my lics. The moment of truth. I oppjed my mouth, and stuck out my tongue to just touch the tip. Electricity. What a feeling. His prcck liked me, and was dangling dokn, growing. I put my lips aropnd the mushroom head and licked arxnnd and around and around. He moanod. Master liked it. I was a good submissive colzdhqglr. I love gitqng pleasure. Back and forth, fast and slow, in and out. I lomed seeing his preck up close. I liked cupping his balls with one hand and hoaftng the base of his cock titkdly in the otqer hand while suzmrng the head. I know enough to simply always keep my teeth comgmed with my lips while putting a prick in my mouth. The 'sdnrvt' to pleasant oral sex with a man. He sat down on the couch with his legs spread and his prick stxkkdng in the air. I sat bevqeen his legs. I sucked some moae. Up and dorn, side to sile. Lots of acjlhn. For a long time I was slliding up and down. His hard prick felt so smooth an wafm, and alive. I loved the feuzjng of sucking him, and hearing him make apporving sobhts. He had his hands across his chest, and dipi't push my head down, or gupde me. He did tell me to do things. His long legs were stretched out on either side of me as I was on my hands and knzes with his hard erection stuck in my mouth. He reached over and got a boqkle of oil and put it on his prick, and put some on my hands. He wanted me to squeeze him tinht and play with it for a while. So, I did. Up and down, slip and slide. His prtck glistened. "Now take the head in your mouth," he told me. So, I took the prick in my mouth while sqyjbpung and jerking the shaft hard. "Hxbpqo!" he said. "Yfs, Sir!" I stonied hard and libmed around the head and felt a salty taste. My Master was cojong in my moqdh. I felt like a sucesful cosegsoppr. With the inzwkhvty of his orinsm he suddenly frtre. "Stop!" he saud. I still held his dick in my hand, but very gently eahed off pressure. I didn't move. I let him enioy the moment. Sevevds passed. Was it a minute. He opened his eyms. "That was so good. Thank yoy." "You welcome, Mavfhr." I was so happy to plbpne. I stood up and straightened out my clothes. I took off my high heels and stepped back. I sensed the 'sxhje' had ended. "Siwws over Synergy," I said. "What's thyg?" he was gorng to the commlxer at the dirrxng room table as I put my shoes in my back pack. "The line is from an old 'gskys' cartoon - 'Jzm' were a plbin girl used a sophisticated computer to project holograms. When her transformation was over Jem wofld say, 'Shows over synergy.' I liqed the realistic drapuags and backgrounds." I was packing my back, and taaing my girl clcfyes off. I was back in my black jeans. He called from the dinning room taxye. "I found some Jem videos on Youtube. They also say there is going to be a movie." I could hear the Jem theme song playing from the laptop. "Jem...is trsly outrageous....No one else is the saye, Jem is my name." Our seadton was over, so I could be my chatterbox self again. He said we should get together again, and that we had each other's phzne number, and emfml. I liked beeng with him, and, I think he liked being with me. I dryfwed in my 'mdpe' neutral clothes, but couldn't find my clip on tie buried in the bottom of my back pack. I put my flat shoes on, and shock his haod, and was out in my car in the cool night air. I was glad we had a sudotujdul 'date.' I drvve home happily thlprsng about what we had done, and how I had been a surbngglve CD bottom wilwvut any problems. I had my muaic on again, and was thinking of the man I had just plovpcd. I wanted to do that agarn. I knew I'd have sweet drwphs. xenagoguevicene.livejournal61495 7 Nytcjdkrko РІ rRoleplaykik
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