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The Meeting Ch. 03

Date: 12.07.2007

Keywords: The, Ch., Meeting, 03,

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Upon awakening the next morning, he found her still curled tightly against him, her head lying on his leather-covered chest. Slowly, softly, he began to caress her long dark hair, causing her to stir.

"Good morning sir," he said as she opened her eyes.

"That was yesterday's game my dear, I have a new one for us to try today," she told him, lifting her head, yawning and stretching.

"What time is it?" she asked as she laid her head back on his chest.

"It's just a little after 8:00 now my dear," he told her as he caressed her soft brown hair.

"Then it's time for us to get up and get going." She lifted herself up until she was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, her pussy fully exposed to him.

She slapped his hand away as he made to softly caress her naked lips.

"No, you don't, I have a plan and I want to stick to it, and it does not include us fooling around until much later," she got off the bed as she spoke.

"Stand up my dear and I will help you out of your outfit, so we can take a shower together."

He stood, with his back toward her, as she began to untie the laces of his bustier.

"First we will take a shower and get clean and then I will tell you the rest of my plan."

Following her into the bathroom, his cock long and hard, sticky straight out from his body, like a divining rod looking for water, he got into the shower with her. The commanding tone she had used on him last night was still there in her voice. As the hot water cascaded over them, he began to gently soap her firm beautiful body, paying close attention to her breasts, ass and pussy.

As he was soaping her, cleaning the same places over and over again, she was doing the same to him, focusing on his stiff, hard cock as well as his ass. As she soaped his ass, he was both relieved and surprised that it did not hurt, she had fucked him very hard and long with her dildo the night before and he was afraid that he would be paying for the pleasure he felt then today. Turning off the water they slowly towel each other dry.

"Yesterday it was your turn to serve me. Today it is my turn to serve you, in a way." As she spoke, she could feel the heat building between her legs.

"What am I to be wearing?" he asked her as he stepped close to her. Reaching his hands between her legs, he covered her dripping hot pussy with his hand, pressing his long stiff cock against the soft warm flesh of her lower stomach.

"You of course will be dressed as a woman; I don't want you any other way from now on," she told him as she took hold of his wrist, pushing his hand harder against her now swollen lips.

When he tried to insert a finger into her hot steaming hole, she removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to her face to lick it clean of her juices.

"So what will it be my dear, am I to be a man or a woman tonight."

"I liked you as a man," he bowed his head slightly as he spoke. "I liked it when you fucked me, when you slid your big hard cock into me, spreading me wide. I liked it when you fucked my face, filling my mouth with your hot thick cum."

His cock was standing rock hard out away from his body as he relived what it was like to have her take him for the first time, to make love to him like a woman, like a little cock whore. He reached out his hand trying to put his hand between her legs, as he continued, "But tonight I think I would like it if we made love as two women."

"Later my dear," she took hold of his hand and pushed him backwards.

"I want you to save yourself for later. Right now I have to get you out of the house for a while so that I can clean up around here and get things ready for later," she told him as she stepped away from him, and began to pick up their discarded clothes from the floor.

Disappointed, but more than willing to wait, if it was anything like last the night, it would be well worth a little disappointment. He set into his closet to get dressed. Picking out a sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans, and nothing else, he began to get dressed.

"Oh, no you don't," Beth said as she stepped into the closet with him.

"I wasn't kidding when I told you I don't want you to dress in any other way. From now on you will always be dressed as a woman in front of me or I will leave. Do you understand?" she took the clothes from his hands and threw them into the corner of the closet.

"But you can't expect me to go . . . " he began to stutter, shaken by the idea of going out of the house dressed as a woman, he could feel his heart racing and his face turning red.

"Oh, yes I can expect you to dress as a woman, and I do. If you want your sex life to be wild and include me, you will have to dress as I tell you, or I will leave. You have started something here, something I do not want to give up or change. The next couple of weeks we will figure out exactly how this relationship is going to work, but one consent will be how you dress; like a woman. In fact, I am thinking that you need to get your nails done on a regular basis, starting next week. I am also thinking that maybe we should have something done about your breasts, or should I say lack of, but that can wait until later. For now just resign yourself to the fact that if you want to keep me around you will have to dress like a woman."

"What should I wear?" he asked her after she was done, looking at the floor, as he was unable to look at her directly.

He was turned on and scared at the same time. He loved the way she was taking control, telling him what and how to do things, but the thought of going out in public dressed as a woman scared the hell out of him. He was not sure how to take what she was saying about their relationship, he was not sure he liked her threatening him that she would leave, but one step at a time. All he knew was right now his cock was the hardest it had ever been in his life thinking about Beth being in charge, whether total or partial, and him dressed as a woman all the time. It was almost too good to be true.

"Seeing as I expect you to be gone for a while, and we don't want you scaring too many people, lets put together something somewhat conservative," she answered him as she began to look through his clothes.

After much searching, she finally picked a knee length tight black skid with a slit all the way up to the waist on one side, and a white blouse that was so shear it left nothing to the imagination.

"I think I saw something in your dresser that will work with this," she told him as she exited the closet, crossing the room to his dresser.

As she began to open drawers looking; he stepped out of the closet to stand silently beside her. She wanted so badly to take him right there and then, she was so wet after her little speech to him that her legs were now sticky with her own juices. Finally, finding what she was looking for, she turned to show him.

"You will wear this lace body suit underneath your skirt and blouse. It should not only hide the fact that you don't have much of a chest, but it should also keep that thing hidden. I have also picked out a garter belt and stockings for you and a will get you a nice pair of heels while you are dressing," she grabbed at his stiff hard cock as she spoke giving it a hard squeeze. "Now be a good girl and get dressed. Once you are done I will apply your make up for you."

As she spoke, she turned her back on him, bent to pick up her dirty clothes from the night before and left the room.

As he got dressed she herself changed. There were still a few things in her case that he didn't know about yet. Pulling out a pair of black seamed crotch less pantyhose from her briefcase, she slipped them over her smooth soft legs, before slipping into the high heels she had worn the first day she had arrived. Now that she was 'dressed', she deposited her dirty clothes in the laundry room and headed back to the bedroom to finish helping him get ready for his adventure. She really needed him out of the house so she could get everything ready for the evening she had planned.

As she entered the bedroom, she found him fully dressed waiting for her sitting at his vanity table. Stepping over to where he sat she began to apply his make-up, making him look risqué but not too much like a slut.

"Now my plan is to have you out of the house for at least two hours."

It did not hit him at once what she had said, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything but her exposed breasts and smooth crotch framed by shear black nylon.

Stepping back, she admired his make up as she picked up his wig and set in on his head.

"There my dear, you should have no problem passing as a woman, as long as you don't talk to much," Beth told him as she stepped away from the mirror so he could see himself.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he could not believe it was him. He thought he had gotten good at doing his own make-up, but with Beth's expertise, he could truly believe himself a woman, if not for the raging hard on he now had pushing against the white lace of his body suit. As he continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror Beth knelt beside him and slipped on the shoes she had picked for him; the highest set of black pumps he had so far in his collection.

"Now Bobby I need at least three hours to get prepared for your arrival. I would like more, but if you get to uncomfortable on the outside, alone, I will understand." She leaned forward kissing him gently on the forehead, so not to mess up his make-up. "You get going now my little girl and I will see you later."

He stood to leave, swaying slightly on his heals, his heart pounding, his whole body washed in a cool sweat, not sure where he would go, but he would at least give her the three hours she needed; he wanted desperately to know what she had planned for them.

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Keywords: The, Ch., Meeting, 03,

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