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M had known for a long time that for her life was different. She’d had many relationships, she enjoyed the friendship and needed the warmth that came with getting close, but physically the sexual act left her bewildered. She’d had many lovers that could bring her to an orgasm but even then felt there was something missing, something far more pleasurable that could be achieved.Over the years she’d taken chances, risks she would not normally consider. She knew there was a lot being put in jeopardy, that her health may have suffered. There had been a time when she’d woken with bruises on her neck and a lack of memory of the events that had caused them, but none of this satisfied that urge, that yearning. Nothing came close to reaching that utopia.Then she met S. Like her, the man was different. It started as an online friendship in a chat room, one of the thousands of anonymous relationships that fill the internet in the depths of dark, cold nights. The only commonality in their vague profiles, M knew the area where S lived.M enjoyed the easy conversation albeit restricted to words on a screen but quickly became bored and wanted to move on. It’s what she did. Then S showed vulnerability, when his persistent requests to speak went largely ignored he began to beg, offering anything to keep the relationship alive. In that M felt a vague buzz. It excited her.Over the days that followed they continued to speak online but the pattern changed. M deliberately kept the time she was online spontaneous and random, demanding he leave regular offline messages but only occasionally responding. S continued to plea for more but obeyed.The conversations quickly became sexual. S admitted he was aroused by all he imagined M to be, told her that he would masturbate while they were speaking online. M demanded that he post photographs, at first just of his penis but when she didn’t know if he was just copying images from the internet, she insisted he tie his cock in blue cord and post that. He complied without hesitation. S confessed he occasionally wore women’s panties. When M started to question the feelings and emotions this man experienced he was at first coy. When M suggested she would not only let him wear her panties but would dress him in her clothes, he started to open up. When M persuaded isvecbahis him to imagine being taken shopping and bought shoes, stockings, basque, panties and dress, it unveiled a whole new world. S’s messages became full of confusion and excitement. He confessed to imagining M spoil him with what she bought, pampering him by helping him bathe and shave his body, touching him by helping him dress. He said that he couldn’t find the words to describe how he might feel being dressed fully as a woman, but admitted to masturbating more frequently than he ever had before and enjoying prolonged orgasms, cumming like a horse as he crudely put it. M didn’t know if this man’s sexual arousal was from some unfulfilled dream of being a cross dresser. When she pushed him to decide if it was a fantasy that he would ever act out in real life he became decidedly nervous. When she threatened to end their friendship he caved in immediately. He said he would do anything. Those simple words changed everything. M knew she had control, absolute power to make this man do whatever she asked, whatever she imagined, and that obedience was a powerful aphrodisiac. M immediately became aroused. She had been turned on by sights and people before but she couldn’t remember the feeling being so instant. She felt as if her heart was missing beats. Her breathing became rapid. Her nipples grew hard. When she stood, reached under her dress and slid her panties down her thighs they dropped to the floor heavy with secretions from her vagina. When she masturbated she reached a climax within seconds. It was intense and continued for what felt like hours. An orgasm like that is not something many women could forget or ignore. For M it was pure nectar, the food of the gods and something she had given up imagining possible.M questioned if she felt any sort of true bond with S and severe misgivings about manipulating a man that was clearly vulnerable and perhaps unstable, but the feelings that existed in that moment of bliss were addictive. She knew she needed more and it seemed the easy route was by turning this fantasy into reality.M plagued the man with questions. She became unrelenting in making demands, testing him to see if he would be truthful, checking constantly that he understood where the conversation was isveçbahis giriş headed. The more she wanted the more he gave and the more the anticipation overwhelmed her. She started to masturbate regularly hoping for another orgasm like the first, but the more that eluded her the more she knew what she had to do.They set a date. They traveled independently and met in a hotel, far enough that neither would be recognized by someone they knew yet close enough to not waste time. M had done her homework. She had chosen somewhere local to boutique dress shops and near to bars and nightclubs. She had picked a hotel with a spa and booked adjacent rooms. She knew S would be hoping to share a bed with her and probably imagined he might fuck her, but if that happened M wanted it to be on her terms not his.They arrived early and checked in for their spa appointments; A facial, manicure and eye-brow tidy for them both. It was for M a routine luxury but she worried that S may get cold feet if she were not present. Then shopping; red basque and panties, black stockings, and an orange dress. M was conscious of the hushed whispers and strange looks when she explained that S would be trying them for size and again worried the man would bail-out, but she kept control, all the time getting excited at the transformation taking place.Then came the shoes. M knew that S would have opted for heels and actually thought they would mould his legs into the most perfect shape but they had to be practical. She planned on enjoying a night on the town, flaunting the beauty of this man-woman, watching the reaction of the crowd. S had to be able to walk, comfortably and elegantly.Next M helped S to bathe and shave, showing him how to use a razor on his legs without cutting himself. It was the first time M had seen him completely naked. His was not the body of an athlete or a porn star but he was in good shape and clearly took care of himself, a trait that M admired greatly. She found herself getting aroused, not from the power of manipulating this man’s behavior but of the simple act of laying hands on his bare flesh.S was also aroused, his erect penis sticking out of the bath water, the tip of a proverbial iceberg. Like the captain of the Titanic M knew it could cause her problems. She was scared isveçbahis yeni giriş of admitting she might want this man, might want to abandon all she had fantasized and hoped for. She was frightened of letting him fuck her and sinking the ship.The apprehension became contagious. As M started to work on S’s make up he started to ask questions. She has previously insisted that his obedience meant absolute trust in whatever she wanted and planned, that knowing what might happen was unnecessary. In the mix of confused feelings and emotions M could not help but answer. “If we are going out dressed as two women, are you planning we get picked up?” His voice sounded hesitant. “I can’t control what other people will think and do,” M replied, equally nervous. “But given my experience of going out with girlfriends, I expect to attract some attention and I would not be surprised if people talk to us.”“If they do, are you hoping to invite them back to the hotel with us?”“That will depend.” While M might have admitted that the idea appealed to her, she was not prepared to get into a situation she could not control. She had experience of picking up strange men. She liked the uncertainty and to some extent, the risk and the danger but the circumstances were now very different. “I will not let anyone harm you if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said reflecting on her own thoughts. “I would never let anyone hurt you.”“Thank you.” The worry lines creasing S’s face eased slightly. “But if you did invite someone back it would probably be a man. Am I going to get fucked?”It was one of those moments that caught M off guard. It was not that she hadn’t considered the possibility, or even fantasized about what it would be like to watch but the idea suddenly had a reality she had not expected. She again felt that rush of hormones through her veins, that flush of warmth that ran from her face right down to her groin.“If I told you that is what I wanted,” M asked, trying hard to control her breathing, “that I wanted to see you taken by another man, that I wanted to watch you being fucked, would you do that for me?”“I would do anything.”M recognized the fear and trepidation in the man’s voice, but he had spoken without any hesitation. He had agreed obediently and the effect on how M felt was overwhelming. She unfastened and took off her robe, then removed her bra allowing her hardening nipples freedom, then her panties. It was the first time S had seen anything of her body let alone her naked form. He was entranced.
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