Anklets Ch. 01
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This is my story. I'm a genetic woman in my .. *late* 40's . I was introduced to the TG world when I was a teenager... back then I was, and in some ways still am, a "tomboy trapped in a woman's body". I thought *girl clothes* were so ridiculous for ME to wear, that I put them on boys just to piss off my mother and aunts.
I was married to a "tgirl" for decades, happily.. and now we're divorced. It's a very long, perhaps even a boring story, of how this story happened, but I came to be the live-in sexual slave to an attractive Domme for 2 years, 24/7/365 . She was/is a very unique Dominant as She is a Transgendered woman, passable and living as female yet with a fully functional well-endowed .. cock. For this autobiographical tale, I shall call Her Kathleen.
All in all it was a wonderful time. Once it started, it was even something my husband (read "hubby/girl" (now divorced) encouraged.
Some time has passed since that time and now I've begun to write this all down. This particular weekend happened just before I moved in with Her 24/7.
*Anklets*
Part 1 – The Greeting
Mistress Kathleen emailed me that morning with a checklist.. a laundry list of things I should bring and have for that evening: -3 full changes of clothes, head-to-toe, with very specific details about what every single item of the outfit should be, then each placed in a simple plastic suit bag. -a shoulder bag of Her sex toys, each cleaned and washed separately, that She had left me to clean on Her last visit.
Everything in Her message was detailed right down to the scent of perfume I should be wearing, even how I should bathe before I departed to see Her, but somehow only sketchy details on the address. I guess it was always part of Her air of mystery.
I knew what sort of night it would be.. and I clearly knew what might happen to me.. I just didn't know who... was going to happen to me.
It was a rather upscale neighborhood. I had trouble finding the address, the sort of area where the homes were too expensive to have numbers, nor the streets to have lights. To make things worse, I was late. When I reached the address, a young lady flagged me down. at the street before I could turn in the driveway. She was standing, sort of leaning against the mailbox, holding her purse. My first thought was that she was lost or something... She looked almost school-girl... pert, but with a very full bosom, nearly busty a C-cup and almost perfect, a plaid skirt, white blouse and Mary-janes... but as I got closer.. her appearance had a distinct *edge* to it that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
She motioned her hand to have me roll down my window, briefly asked who I was. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked rudely. All she was missing was snapping some bubble gum!
I was aghast. Who was this little snot? Before I could even finish uttering my name, she abruptly cut me off. "Yeah, you must be Norma. Hurry the fuck up and park over there." She said angrily. Unlike the other cars arriving she directed me to park on the street, with the rest of the help, instead of going up the driveway. Already I didn't like her.
As soon as I was done parking, she was standing right there at my door, now giving me a bit of a fright. I wanted to say something but as soon as I began to speak and she put her finger to her mouth motioning silence, reminding me of how the nuns used to speak to kids in Catholic school.
"She told you to bring some things, right?" I nodded, silently. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" with a vehemence near to boiling.
From recent experience I knew this must be one of Her girls. It was probably best for me to just go along with this little shit. Some of Her girls were quite a bit bossy or took liberties that Mistress did not permit but, I reached down and released the trunk and climbed out of my car.... as I reached into the trunk to get the suit bags, they had shifted a bit in travel. I towered over her, yet I felt already, somehow, she was taking the upper hand. Even at my height, I had to bend over to reach the bags with a slight struggle. As I extended my reach just a bit more to get the first hanger, I felt her hand easing up my skirt.
I didn't react at first. Her fingers actually felt good back there............. smoothing now from side to side. I stayed still just to see how long she would do it, knowing she must be trying to make me angry and get a rise out of me. This night was too important to me to let her set me off.
Was this a test from Mistress? Or was I simply being groped by a strange... little bitch? Foolishly I went with instinct instead of really thinking... and I spun around to confront her. Just as quickly her other hand reached up under my jaw.. poking her finger up into the soft part under my jaw... then her thumb taking my chin... taking it tightly in her fingers...
"Oh no, Norma you will NOT! " Her voice suddenly now calm and controlling
I tried to move but she held it tightly until I relaxed.Struggling .. even moving against this .. girl.. hurt me. She then playfully but painfully gave me a few light smacks across the face.... just enough to sting.
"and you will " punctuating every word with another smack.
She stepped back for a second or two... taking me in apparently, then with the same boldness from when I was bent over, she reached up and grabbed my breast.. through my dress .. and my bra, and found my nipple. and tweaked and rolled it, for just a moment.
Then she held it, looked up into my eyes, and softly spoke a single word, uttering "obey!"
I wanted to just pull away, get back in my car and go home. Who the hell was this woman.. and why was she groping me? She kept my nipple in her fingertip, and pulled, hard and downward. From her hold I had no choice but to follow with my whole body. Just as suddenly she let go.
Now I was visibly shaken, apprehensive, and slightly turned-on she reached forward and took my things over her arm.
"You're going to enjoy tonight sweetie" She gave me another long look, up and down, the way I'd seen a horny adolescent boy look at me a thousand times.
"Give me your fucking car keys". I hesitated and got another light slap, then complied.
"Nice car bitch, Follow me". I thought to ask her name, but, I figured I"d just get another smack I didn't want.
"Fuck you!, BITCH" and laughed.
She didn't laugh........... just glared back. She turned on her heels and said something I couldn"t really hear. "no.. fuck you, Norma. Let"s go" With some other snotty little comment under her breath, she began to walk off.
"What did you just say?" She feigned that she hadn't said anything.
"How about I just tell Mistress Kathleen, later"
I'd take the issue of my .. mistreatment.. up with Mistress Kathleen, later.
I followed her up the driveway, which seemed forever. My heart pounded with anticipation.
Two or three cars passed us by and disappeared into the distance. One slowed down, just past us, and the passenger rolled down the window. A ride perhaps? I looked up from the road to see a woman's gloved hand beckoning without saying anything. I didn"t respond, neither did my little bitch of an escort. The passenger then sort of half-stuck her head out the window of the car, looking back toward us , but my "escort" waved her off. I just kept walking.
Down a hill, up a hill. Up a hill, down a hill
"You know, these pumps were NOT made for a walking honey?" My escort feigned not hearing me. At the same time, I somehow I knew this was all calculated by Mistress Kathleen.
Part 2 – Moments in the water closet
Mistress met me at the foyer, looking both sexy and elegant, as always. I greeted Her in the usual way by bending down and kissing Her feet, even though several other guests were standing there.
"What is she doing?"
"Oh my God!"
"Well that"s different"
I was slightly embarrassed by their comments, but this was what She said She always wanted. As I stood back up, I kept my eyes to the floor sort of like a naughty child, and continued to stand in the foyer, eyes down to the floor in Her presence as always. There was a beautiful tile pattern on the floor, tiles looking like they were perhaps each hand made, no two alike. She made not even an indication I was there, but I knew my place enough not to move. I even started to count the tiles, from near boredom, as She greeted friends, one after another, and they went inside. All I could see was their feet. All the guests were women and the click-clicking of their heels on the ceramic tiles was near rhythmic and musical.
I was just starting to let my gaze float into the living room, when She reached past me and closed off the twin doors from the foyer, stepping into the living room and leaving me in the foyer
She left me in the hallway while She spoke on the other side with someone named Andrea, as I tried to eavesdrop. I couldn't really hear them at all, inaudible whisperings.
After several minutes, Mistress Kathleen came out with Andrea, and Mistress took me by the hand and detoured me into the water closet immediately off the front door. Another set of footsteps followed behind us. Keeping my eyes to the floor, I locked the door behind us. As I turned toward Mistress, I saw something on the floor that made me gasp: Mary-janes.
"Watch this Norma" I looked up to see that Mistress Kathleen stood in front of the commode, glancing at my escort. Almost instinctively Andrea reached over, lifting the front of Her skirt and pulling down the front of Her panties, taking Her sex into her own hand and aiming Her shecock into the water. As though this was just .. completely normal.
"Did you bring those glasses we talked about for Norma, Andrea?"
I stood amazed, almost transfixed.... She had never let me help Her pee. I couldn"t help myself but watch as She emptied Herself, a golden stream filling the bowl. As Mistress finished, Andrea gave Her a mischievous look then bent down, placing the head of Her cock into her mouth.
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