From JCMeier@aol.com Tue Mar 25 02:20:46 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!198.80.1.4!interaccess!usenet From: JCMeier@aol.com (Jodie) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: TG Repost-First Affaitr Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 07:20:46 GMT Organization: InterAccess, Chicago's best Internet Service Provider Lines: 606 Message-ID: <5h7jtu$o5n@nntp.interaccess.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: d228.dialnet1.interaccess.com X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 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........................