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An encounter with
a very lovable dominant lady:
"If you
want to smoke a cigarette, you will have to kneel beside me!"
As I kneel
beside this beautiful woman, I am a bit surprised but, at
the same time, very happy. I am the
only individual, in the room, who has to kneel to be allowed
to smoke a cigarette but I do not feel humiliated at all. I
just feel that, contrary to my earlier apprehensions, I am
accepted for who I am and it did not happen very often, in
my whole life, if it did.
As I am kneeling, she talks to an
experienced dominant woman seated beside her. She does not
seem to pay any attention to me but, ounce in a while, to my great pleasure,
she makes just a slight movement towards me, just to let me
know that she cares for me, when I light her cigarette, as
an example.
A few moments
later, she asks me if I would like to sit on the floor. As I
accept, I notice that my knees have started to get numb. As
I tell her, she touches my arm tenderly. I am hooked to this
woman and I am on cloud nine (even sitting on the floor).
About an hour earlier, when we
entered that private dungeon, where we are now, some people
noticed that I am wearing high heeled mules and fishnet
stockings, which do not hide my painted toes and the silver rings affixed
to them. No doubt my new found Mistress also noticed the
reaction of these peoples.
You probably think that there is
nothing unusual about the shoes and stockings I am wearing. But, today, I am in "male mode" and my
Mistress and I have only been reunited by H, a common friend, (whom I talk about in my other stories titled:
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no sooner than the previous evening.
This all started a few
days ago, when H invited me to attend a brunch,
organized by a BDSM local group.
That brunch took place this very morning, in a restaurant,
located just a few miles, north of Quebec City. We are in
the beginning of the month of March, of the year 2003.
When I asked to H (a
wonderful lady
whom I have met only a few months earlier) if she preferred
to see me "en femme" or in "male mode", she advised me that, since she did not expect any
other transvestite to be present, I should feel better in
male mode.
When H and I met for the
first time, we were attending a fetish party and I was en femme.
But, since then, we almost
exclusively met while I was in male mode. As you are
probably already aware, even dressed that way, my look is rather
androgynous. Which means that, even though I do not wear wig
and makeup usually, I wear ladies clothes,
high heels, earrings, necklace and eye makeup on a daily
basis.
So, when H told me that I should
feel better in male mode, I was a bit surprised but I,
nevertheless,
told her that I liked the idea. You see, I was wondering how long it
would take for some of the people, who only know my female
persona, to recognize me. As my friend is very
imaginative and quick to react, she immediately dressed a plan to delay that
moment as much as possible.
According to her plan, I was to
escort an out-of-town amateure dominatrix, whom she slightly
knew and who was in search of a slave for that particular occasion.
H invited me to her place, on the evening prior to the
brunch, to give me an opportunity to meet, for the first
time, her dominant friend.
Last Friday evening,
for that
first meeting, much to my surprise, I was greeted like a
"star" by H and the other people who were already
there. The main reason for such a
reception being the beige 4'' heeled boots
I wore that night. But, it made me feel at home,
immediately.
When I was presented to the lady,
whom I was destined to serve as her slave the next day, she
greeted me with a warm smile and I immediately noticed how
beautiful she is.
We all took place around a
table to eat and one of the two men present started to help
me feel at ease and to question me. For a long period of
time, both men became rather insistent by asking me a lot of
personal questions. During that time, I did not have too much opportunities
to engage conversation with my new found dominant friend.
But, later in the evening,
I had the opportunity to step aside with her to smoke a cigarette. A few
minutes later, I had to recognize that she had made my conquest.
To accomplish
that, she did nothing spectacular but
demonstrated just enough femininity to let me know that,
despite my outer appearance, she has confidence in me.
And, how much charm and warmth she radiates. It took her
only a few minutes to get me hooked and looking forward for the
next day together.
This morning,
the whole bunch of my new found friends
regrouped at H's place to go to the out-of-town
restaurant, where the brunch is taking place.
I toned down the way I dress
usually by avoiding the makeup around my eyes and wearing
black wedge low heeled boots. Even my earrings are a little
bit smaller.
In the restaurant, I did my best to stay
beside my Mistress, even if we moved around the crowded
place to be presented to a lot of people, most of them I did
not know. My dominant friend kept being friendly with me
but, I never felt her as warm as the evening before. I felt
a little bit off-balance. Nevertheless, after we finished
eating our meal, we had the opportunity to spend a few
minutes together to smoke a cigarette, at the bar. It made me feel a
little bit better.
All in all, while we were in the
restaurant, apart from the cigarette smoking
episode with my dominant friend, the only memorable moment
happenned before we sat down to eat, when I was presented to
a couple of friends, whom I met before but never in male mode.
H, who made the presentations, must have pronounced my
name at least five times before the lady recognized me. Her
spouse had no clues. They were astonished of the difference
of appearance between my female and male persona. For a period of time, we
all had a lot of fun together.
After the brunch, we were all
invited to the private dungeon I talked about before. It is sponsored by
a local BDSM group,
and this is in one of its rooms that I kneel beside my dominant
friend.
As mentienned earlier, even
if I have to do it in front of a lot of people, it
does not bother me at all. On the contrary, I feel very
happy to receive so much consideration from my dominant
friend. It is almost unbelievable, considering the position
in which I am? I never felt like that before, in my whole
life!
Later in the afternoon, we
tour the well equipped dungeon, with our friends, but we do not try
any of the pieces of equipment displayed in the different
rooms. It feels so good to stay beside
my dominatrix, after the previous cigarette episode.
It is now the end of the afternoon,
and we are all back in H's place.
We all feel a bit tired and manage to take a nap before
having to get ready for the
Fetish party, later in the evening.
My dominant friend allows me to
rest beside her, on the bed. It is my very first opportunity
to exchange, with her, on today's events but it is also my
first real chance to feel her warm body. It is very sensual
and I enjoy it very much. I am definitely hooked!
It is now time to get dressed for the Fetish Party.
Even if I have promised to H to show her my
tranformation, from man to woman, I do not feel very
enthusiastic about doing
it now. My recent feelings of closiness and acceptance from my
dominant friend could be responsible for my unwillingness to
change my appearance.
Anyway, I ask all of my friends
if it bothers them if I stay in male mode. As there is not
much time left for me to change and as they do not seem to
care about the way I dress, I decide to stay as I am.
It is now close to 23:00 and we
just arrive at the Fetish Party. My dominant friend chose
to ride in my car which gave us some more time together. I am
still very happy!
H presents us to the owner of the place.
At the pronunciation of my name, she recognizes me almost
immediately. When her two daughters become aware of my new
look, they all treat me like an "instant star". I feel
rather embarrassed but also pleased to feel accepted by them
so easily.
We are now later in the evening.
I wear a spiked leather collar and a leash held by my
domiant friend. She is talking with the couple who
recognized me when we were presented to them in the morning.
A man arrives beside us and recognize me too. He keeps
interfering and it bothers me a lot. My dominant friend is
marvellous because she does everything she can to protect me
against him. I never had such a feeling before.
When she finally manage for us
to move aside from the others, in
the back of the dungeon, the man interferes again. My
dominatrix do not hesitate an instant and
takes charge of the situation. She makes the man clearly
aware that I am her's. He finally leaves us alone.
As he is leaving, she lets
me know that, if I
would submit to her, she would tie me up to the X cross. I am
delighted and tell her very easily that I have great confidence
in her and would accept anything coming from her, in order
to try to please her.
She asks me to take off all of my clothes
but she concedes that I keep my high heeled mules and a
g-string.
She fastens leather bracelets on
my wrists and leads me to the cross where she ties my
arms over my head, on the cross. She immediately starts to caress my back
and my nipples and, when the first hits come, they even feel like
some more caresses.
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Some other times, in this place, I would have refused to be
exhibited like that, almost naked and without wig and
makeup. I would have felt too humiliated to be displayed in
front of all these peoples, who know me. But, on the
contrary, I am so under the spell of my newfound Misstress
that I feel perfectly at ease. Is not it unbelievable the
dreadful impression this woman has on me?
Every times she touches me,
either to hit me or to caress me, I feel tenderness. I feel
that she cares for me. I feel so good and so relaxed. I do
not even feel numbness in my arms. I feel like she could
keep me like that eternally. I just feel like there are only
two people left in this whole world, my lovely Mistress and
I.
Unfortunately, it is late in the
evening and our
friends come to us to say it is about time to leave. We smoke
a last cigarette together and we have to say goodbye.
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I leave about half an hour later feeling that the time spent
with my new found dominant friend did not last very long.
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Back home, when taking off my clothes, I notice a
spot of precum on my g-string.
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Epilogue:
Depite our age difference and and
the distance between us, in the days which follow our first encounter,
my dominant friend and I keep in touch by
exchanging emails, almost on a daily basis. Our chances to meet again are not very
high but she expressed the possibility to visit Quebec City
again, in the months to come.
I do not know if that possibility
will ever materialize but I hope that our new found
friendship will grow and last for many years ahead.
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Unfortunately, for me, as the weeks have gone by, our contacts became less and less
frequent and we did not meet again.
