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Submitting to a Gurl

I ran the last block to the bar on the corner of 12th and Locust. Arriving seconds after the clouds opened up and the rain came pouring down. Quickly ducking into the doorway, I was in the downpour less than ten seconds, but that didn't stop me from becoming drenched through. My clothes stuck to me like a second skin. Thick strands of my rain soaked hair were blocking my vision and dripping into my eyes. I could feel the little droplets running down over my face. I wiped my eyes clear of the water and looked around.

A little out of breath from the dash I made down the last half of the block, I took a second to catch my breath. I'd reached my destination of the "X Barr", but not before the storm got the best of me. I tried to pull at what a few minutes ago was a crisp white shirt, but it was hopeless. I laughed at the thought of having taken at least an hour to dress and get ready to go out. What a waste. Shaking my head in despair of any chance to improve my appearance, I ducked inside to escape the rest of the downpour.

The rain pelted against the stained glass windows and the sliding doors at the front of the building. I looked around. It was the first time I'd ever been in this place. I've walked by it thousands of times, always thinking of it as another neighborhood bar. It wasn't until it came up on my google search that I discovered it was primarily a gay bar. Not that I was surprised, the neighborhood is considered the rainbow section of Philly.

Looking around, it looked like a nice place, clean, neat and well kept. I liked the look and feel of it and that put me at ease. I also liked the old world, colonial architecture,the exposed brick, and the huge wooden bar with brass accents. It had a comfortable, friendly atmosphere that helped to calm my jitters.

I had never done anything like this and I was nervous. I still couldn't believe I had googled this place, let alone actually come here. I typed in a number of different terms before Google helped me to find what I was looking for...this bar happened to come up on the search and I liked the web site best.

Of course, I googled it from my friend Jen's computer and then deleted it from her history. I don't know why I felt the need to delete it. Her searches include everything from aberrant sexual behavior to zoophilia. As a doctoral student in PENN's sexual psychology tract, she has read or heard things that most of us don't even know exist.

When I told Jen about some of the things I've been thinking about recently, she didn't even blink. My little fantasies didn't shock her a bit. In fact, she ended up helping me come to some level of acceptance with my fantasies. According to her, curiosity and sexual experimentation was normal. Though, I'm not sure everyone I know would agree. Still, I didn't tell her everything.

I wanted to protect my privacy. I didn't want anyone to know what I was planning. Besides, there's no easy way to explain why you are googling, "Places to meet crossdressers in Philadelphia." And, if there is, I'm not aware of it. Not to mention, I wasn't prepared to be met with a dozen questions about it, not even from my best friend.

Jen and I talk about almost everything in our lives. She's the only person who knows even the smallest of details about my secret fantasies. She's been the only one I've felt comfortable enough to talk with about my dreams. Jen's the sister I never had growing up. Still, I wanted to keep most of this to myself for now.

Keeping things from her made me feel a little dishonest and maybe ungrateful since she's always been so helpful, but for now, it's what I needed to do. Jen's always been a great friend and has encouraged me to examine my feelings and talk about them.

At least, Jen calls it encouraging, sometimes it borders on interrogation. But, I know she does it with love and that makes it a little more palatable. On occasion, she even gives me suggestions on how to explore and deal with them. I suppose I'm lucky that she's in her final year of her doctorate studies in psychology. A few more months and I'll have to call her Dr. Jen, lay on a couch, and pay a high price for 50 minutes of her time and her words of wisdom.

"Need a towel, handsome?" A voice broke through all of the random thoughts that were running through my head.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, and reached for the towel.

"Let me do it." Her voice was soft, but her words were direct and a little demanding.

"Ahh, okay, thanks," I said and tried to clear the rest of the rain from blurring my vision. She took my glasses off and gently wiped my forehead and dabbed the towel softly over my eyes. Then she did the same over my cheeks and the rest of my face.

Standing there, I felt like a little boy being cared for by his mommy. Who did this? What kind of person wiped the face of a stranger in a bar in downtown Philadelphia? I asked myself. But at the same time, I realized I liked her touch. I enjoyed being cared for, if only for a minute. And, it had been way too long since anyone cared for me.

She held my glasses up and then began to clean them off too. I thought she was going to hand them to me, but instead, she stepped a little closer and placed them perfectly on my face. She didn't get them caught in the thick curls of my hair or poke me in the ear. With perfect precision, she placed them on my face.

I felt myself feeling a little uncomfortable. Not because it was such an odd gesture, but because I really liked it. It was unusual for me to be affected like this, but it was more unusual to have someone do a kind and generous act for me. It didn't hurt that it was all being carried out by a very attractive woman.

It all seemed odd to me, considering my reason for being here in the first place. Had I met this woman a few weeks ago, maybe things would be different. Tonight, I had a different purpose in coming here. And meeting a pretty lady wasn't it, well, not exactly. I was here for a totally different experience, but I also knew I wasn't immune to the female touch. In fact, I greatly enjoy the feminine side...of all people...men and women.

She smiled at me and asked, "How's that?"

"Great, thanks," I said, and now that I could see clearly, I couldn't help but take in her attractiveness.

She was tall. In fact, we were close to the same height. I'd guess without those heels on, she stood about five feet, nine inches tall. Now, I was almost looking eye to eye with her. I admire a woman who can walk gracefully in high heels and not kill herself. I think it's a special talent some women have. I know I'd fall and break something if I had to wear them.

This tall, beautiful blonde stood there and continued to smile at me. Tilting her head from one side to the other, she examined me more closely. Then she winked at me.

"I thought you'd be taller," she said.

I shook my head and adjusted my glasses, even though they were in perfect position to see her clearly.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" I asked.

"You are David, aren't you?" she questioned.

"Yes, and you?" I tried to figure out where I knew her from. The closer I looked, the more familiar she became, but I couldn't place her.

"Picture me with brown hair," she said.

Again I looked at her. Tall, blonde, pretty green eyes. Full lips that were made for kissing and other fun things. Still, I couldn't place her.

"I'm sorry. You look really familiar, but..." I hesitated. Holy shit! Are you kidding me?

Her full lips turned up in a smile and she winked at me again. "By George, I think he's got it," she teased and tapped my nose with the tip of her finger as she smiled at me.

"Ann Marie?" I questioned, totally unsure.

This time, I looked her over from head to toe. She was really an extremely pretty woman. I don't think anyone would think twice about that fact. Her hair was medium length and blonde. I had only seen her as a brunette when we video chatted a few times. Her eyes were bright, beautiful, and they smiled with her when she smiled. I would have never guessed her secret.

She stood almost six feet tall in those heels of hers, but she didn't shy away from her height at all. She stood proud and strong. You were able to see she worked out because she was so tight and fit looking. She carried her frame straight, had great posture, and long, lean muscles.

I couldn't help but stare at her bust. Everything looked perfect to me.

"Just Annie. Please, call me Annie." She took my hand and started to lead me to one of the side tables. "I wasn't sure if you knew or not," she said. "But feel free to continue to take inventory if you like. I don't mind."

"I didn't. I'm sorry. I should have...but you're..." I didn't know how to fill in the rest of that sentence without sounding like a total ass.

"You didn't what? Why are you sorry? And you should have, what?" she asked in a somewhat teasing, somewhat serious tone. "Oh yes, and the most important one, I'm what?" she asked. "Please, don't stop there. I definitely want to know what the rest of that sentence holds."

She sat across from me and stared directly into my eyes. These weren't rhetorical questions she was asking me. She wanted answers. I wanted to crawl under the table.

Instead, I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to center my thoughts. I wanted to get rid of my nervous energy before it overwhelmed me. I wanted to meet her. It was my idea to meet in real life. The website wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to get to know her beyond the internet.

"I'm sorry if I sound like an idiot," I said and totally meant it. "I didn't recognize you. You look different blonde." I explained and hoped it was an acceptable answer. "I should have known you and I'm sorry I didn't. I hope I didn't offend you." I said apologetically. "And, I don't want to sound like a complete ass, but I want to be honest with you. What I was going to say was...you're not what I expected."

She laughed and it echoed through a mostly empty bar. We were now sitting at the table and she reached over and took my hand. For one second, I was unsure of what to do. Hold it, the voice in my head yelled at me. What's wrong with you? This is why you're here. You came to meet her. Don't fuck it up.

I held her hand and she brushed her thumb over the top of my hand as we sat and started to chat. The waiter came over and took our drink order. Annie ordered an appetizer for us to share.

"Matty, would you bring us the Hummus platter, please?" she asked.

"Sure, Annie. Give me five," he said like they were old friends.

"You must come here often," I said.

"I guess you could say I'm a regular," she said. "It's comfortable and I feel safe here."

"Safe?" I asked. Then realized how stupid I was.

"Yes, safe. It's not easy to find a bar where you're accepted and safe as a crossdresser. Most of the designated gay bars are great, but this is less crowded and CD friendly. Not every man who comes here is gay. In fact, many come here for the same reason you did. When a man checks me out here, I know exactly why he's looking." She smirked, "And it's not because I'm a curiosity to him. It's because he see me for who I am and he's attracted to me." She had the most serene look on her face as she said it.

It struck a chord for me, in me. I wanted to feel that way just once in my life. I was tired of always having to play part of a role to fit into my environment. At home with my family. At work with my colleagues. Even when I was out with friends. I wanted that feeling of serenity she had on her face. I wanted to be accepted for who I really am.

"No one here cares which bathroom I use." She laughed, but it was not a humorous or happy laugh. It was more of a laugh that has been practiced to cover up true feelings. I know that laugh. I've used it most of my life.

A few minutes later, we had our drinks and our hummus platter.

"David," she said. "I know you might be uncomfortable for a while. But I want you to know, even when you're unsure of what to say, just be honest with me. That's all I ask. Just be honest with me. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. "So, being an ass is okay, as long as, I'm an honest ass."

She laughed again. This time it was a real, happy, belly laugh. "Yes, an honest ass is okay."

"You're very pretty in person," I said, "especially when you laugh from your heart."

"Thanks," she said and then questioned me. "What do you mean especially when I laugh from my heart. What other kind of laugh is there?"

"The one you used earlier," I answered. "The one you use when you are covering up something hurtful or painful, but you don't want to show it to others."

"You sound like you know that laugh." She looked in my eyes a little deeper. Her head tilted and I knew she was watching me very closely to see if I'd lie. I promised to be honest and I was a man of my word.

"I do know it. I know it all too well," I said. I knew she wouldn't let me off the hook that easy.

"And..." she said. "You don't think I'm going to let it go at that, do you?"

"I was kind of hoping," I said and popped a cucumber slice full of hummus in my mouth.

"No chance, handsome. Give it up."

"Umm..hmm...can't...mouth full," I said and smiled back at her.

"I'll wait. We have all night."

She had that determined look on her face. I recognized it from some of our chats online. Like the last one when she asked if I was sure we should meet. I got the impression she'd been hurt before and was trying to avoid it from happening again.

"Damn," I mumbled as I finished chewing and took a drink of my beer. "I was hoping that wasn't going to be your answer."

"You may have been hoping, but you knew my answer."

"I did," I said. "Okay, here it is. I do know that laugh. I've used it to hide behind on more than one occasion. When I lived at home and my dad would say something derogatory about something he saw on TV or heard on the news and I'd use that laugh to cover my feelings. I shivered when he used the word, 'faggot,' when I was a kid. I never really understood why. I just knew I didn't like it. But that laugh was my only response. I couldn't say anything. I just laughed."

"Me too," she said. "I felt the same way. I used to say it was a generational thing, but sadly, hatred and bigotry transcends generations. It's not limited to an age or an era. It's simply narrow mindedness and lack of compassion."

"It's that and more," I said. "I see it all the time and I don't stand up against it. I can be at work and hear a snide comment and I don't defend the person who it's made against. I don't say, shut the fuck up. I just pretend to go along or to not hear it. So, I'm responsible too," I said.

"Yes, I'm not giving you a free pass, but it's different. I've done it too. It's more a protective mechanism than anything else though. It's not initiating hate. I'm not sure what it is, but I have an understanding of it."

"Any chance we can lighten this conversation up a little?" I asked. "I was hoping to get to know you better and to have some fun conversation."

She smiled. "Sure light, fun conversation. Matty, bring us two shots of tequila and some light conversation, please," she yelled to the waiter.

"How about a bottle of Senor Cuervo and you figure out the rest?" he called back.

We laughed. A few shots of tequila later and we were laughing easily and much more relaxed with each other. Neither of us was anywhere close to being drunk, but the mood was much more laid back.

We talked about what we loved about living in Philly. We shared what we did in our free time and what made us happiest. We discovered we both enjoyed going to Long Beach Island and she shared her secrets with me about how she occasionally went in a ladies bathing suit. It sounded like a lot of work to me, but it was very interesting.

"I hate to sound silly or dumb, but you said be honest." I was feeling very comfortable talking about everything with her now, so I continued with my thought. I couldn't help but stare once in awhile. "I was wondering about your boobs. I would have sworn they were real when I first saw you tonight."

"They are real," she said. "I paid a lot of money for real looking boobies. No cheap gel chicken pads for this gurl. These are top of the line boobies," she said and cupped them with her hands. "Want to feel?" she asked.

One question and my cock jumped to life. Did I want to feel? Was she kidding?

"Is that a rhetorical question or are you serious?" I asked. "Because I've wanted to feel them from the second you said, 'Need a towel, handsome?' "

She laughed and slid into the chair next to me. "Go ahead, feel them."

Taking my hands, Annie cupped them under her boobs. Then she moved my hands up and down in a jiggling motion. Her hands caressed over mine and we both started to massage over her boobies.

"You like?" she asked.

"Yes, I like very much. They feel very natural."

"They better! Like I said, I paid a pretty penny for them," she said. "Now it's my turn."

"Sorry, no boobies here," I teased.

"No, but you have something else I've wanted to feel for some time now," she said and moved her chair closer to mine.

"I do?" I asked as if I had no idea what she was talking about.

"You do," she said and looked directly between my legs. "May I?"

Leaning back on the hard wooden chair, which wasn't the only hard wood I was acutely aware of at that moment, I spread my legs a little and said, "Be my guest."

A huge grin crossed her face. I smiled back when I saw her lick her lips in anticipation. God, I was so nervous. I couldn't believe I was finally doing something like this. I'd been dreaming and fantasizing so long about moments like this, I didn't want it to be a disappointment for either of us.

Her hand reached over and rested on my leg. She caressed up and down my thigh as she whispered to me. "Relax, David. It's okay. You're safe."

Her hand moved closer to my inseam and I could feel my cock getting harder. Fuck, I wanted her to touch me so badly. My cock was right next to her fingers. Lying just inside the leg of my pants and resting against the inner side of my thigh.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she whispered in my ear. She was playing with me and I was enjoying it.

"Yes," I said in a voice that was more a whimper than a word.

"Ask nicely," she teased.

Turning to look at her, I realized what she was going to do. Playing with me, she was using my words to tease me. Using things I'd told her during our chats online about how I liked to be tempted, teased, and given direction. Fuck, she was going to torture me with my own confessions.

"Please touch me," I said.

"Is that how you ask? That doesn't sound like you're asking for what you want. Ask for what you want, David."

"Annie," I said and took a deep breath. "Will you please touch me?"

"A little better, but not exactly what I'm looking for, try again," she said as she dragged her nails up and down my thigh barely grazing my cock in the process.

"Annie, will you please touch my cock." I sort of growled it out in a pleading voice, if that's possible.

"Much better, but I'm looking for what you really want. How do you want me to touch your cock? What do you want me to do to it? Be specific, David," she teased as she kissed my ear and sucked my earlobe into her mouth before drawing one nail up the length of my swollen cock as I felt the pre-cum leak onto my thigh.

I moaned at her words and at her touch. "Fuck, Annie. Please," I begged.

"One more time," she said. "If you're a good boy and do it right," she said and let the words hang unfinished for a moment. I looked at her and knew what she was going to say before she said it. She gave me a wicked smile and repeated herself. This time, she finished her sentence.
"If you're a good boy and do it right, I'll let you suck my nice juicy cock."

"Oh god, you're killing me," I moaned. I adjusted myself in the chair, hoping to relieve my discomfort. Nothing was going to improve the level of sexual tension I was feeling until she jerked me off and let me suck her cock. After all, that's what we both hoped would happen tonight.

Somewhere between her saying, Do you want to feel my boobies, and the start of her hand stroking up and down my thigh, the picture of me sucking her cock dominated my thoughts. I had to get this right or I was going to burst in my pants.

"Please Annie. I'm begging you. Please take my hard cock in your hand and masturbate me. Please stroke my cock and make it yours. Oh god, please Annie give me what I need."

"Good boy," she said and as heard the words for the first time, I almost came in my pants.

"Meet me in the bathroom. Second door on the right." She kissed my cheek and winked at me. In seconds, she was gone from the table, down the hall, and disappeared behind a large wooden door. I couldn't wait. I followed her as soon as the door closed behind her.

I tapped twice and walked in. It was a pretty large restroom. I was really glad to see it was made as a one person bathroom and not several stalls. She was standing in front of the sink and drying her hands.

"Lock the door and come here," she said and motioned to the sink.

Clicking the door lock, I walked over to her and she started to give me direction. I didn't even think about it. I did exactly what she told me to do, when she told me to do it. The act of following her instruction was so hot to me, I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold back my orgasm for much longer.

"Undo your pants and drop them to your knees," she said as she stood about a foot in front of me. She turned me to face the long mirror behind the sink before she allowed me to unbutton my jeans.

I watched in the mirror as I undid my jeans and then started to pull them over my hips. I could see her reflection in the mirror. She was standing slightly to my right, but still behind me. Her eyes stared at mine in the reflection of the mirror.

As I moved my pants down a little more, I felt her body heat against my back. She'd moved closer to me and was massaging my ass cheeks.

"Nice," she said as she squeezed a handful of ass in her palms. I felt her nails dig in a little deeper and I sighed as I leaned back against her. My thighs tightened and my cock jumped in anticipation.

"Fuck," I sighed.

"Not yet. Maybe later," she said and my cock responded with a string of pre-cum that hung from the tip of my cock and down to mid-thigh.

"Very nice," she said and slapped my ass hard. My body jerked from the unexpected spank, but I never felt so horny and needy in all my life. What the fuck was she doing to me? Was this what real sexual excitement feels like? I'd never felt this high in all my life. Not with women, not with porn, not even when I played with myself or toys. Fuck!

Her body came up behind me and her chest was pressed up against my back. Her arms wrapped around me and she gave me more instruction.

"Keep your eyes focused on mine. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Don't come until I tell you to. Understood?"

"Yes, I'll try," I said.

"Don't try, David. Do," she said. "Understood?"

"Yes, Annie."

"No, David. Now you answer, yes Ma'am. Is that understood?"

I looked at her in the mirror. My cock was jumping on its own. I knew she was serious and I loved it. I wanted this so badly. My feelings were all over the place...excitement, fear, want, fear, hunger, fear.

I knew what we were both thinking in that moment. She knew I was desperate to be submissive and she was going to show me the way. I was going to be her submissive, starting right now. And, she was going to dominate her scared little newbie.

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand." As soon as I said the words, I felt something change. I felt it a little when she wiped the rain from my face. I felt it more when she ordered the hummus as if it was her right to order for me. It really hit me when she made me ask her several times to stroke my cock and then made me repeat it until I said it exactly the way she wanted it to be asked.

But now...saying, Yes, Ma'am, while standing in a bathroom with my pants around my knees was too fucking much. I wanted to go all in and call her Mistress. I was on my knees if only in my imagination. Her hand wrapped around my cock. I didn't notice her placing lotion in her palm. I only became aware it was there when I felt the warm, soft sensation of it as she slid her hand up and down my cock.

"That's my good boy," she said. "Now keep your eyes on mine and let yourself go."

Her right hand gripped my cock and her left was held flat against my lower abdomen. My upper body was braced between her chest and her forearm. My lower body was held between her pelvis and against the white porcelain sink that stood in front of me.

I was mesmerized by her stare. Her emerald green eyes seem to keep me transfixed to her. My brain was telling me to look down and watch her hand as she caressed and stroked my cock to the hardest erection I had ever had, but I couldn't take my eyes from hers.

My body rocked and moved into her hand of its own will. My head fell back slightly and her warm breath caressed my ear and cheek as she whispered to me. All I could do was nod occasionally. Words wouldn't come to me. I was held in a different space, or time, or something. I had no explanation for what I was feeling.

"That's it pet," she said. "Relax and enjoy."

I nodded and leaned back against her. She was strong. She was holding up most of my body weight as my legs had gone weak.

"You like that, don't you?" She asked as her long, red fingernails circled around my cock and dragged up the length of my shaft.

"Yes," I barely whispered in reply.

"Yes, what pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered happily.

There was a moment of quiet and her hand stilled. I felt her body tense and push up against me. She bit my earlobe and I realized I called her Mistress. I couldn't read her facial expression. Was she mad? Angry? Indifferent?

I stood there quietly, waiting for some kind of response. Should I apologize? Finally she spoke and I was relieved by her question and the calm satisfaction in her voice.

"David, do you wish to call me Mistress?"

"Yes, if I may."

I wanted it so badly. I hoped she would allow me to use the title of Mistress.

"You may," she said and squeezed my cock in her hand. I wasn't sure if she was taking ownership, showing control, or some of both.

A smile, or something like it, reached my face. There were only two things I was sure of at the moment. One was that this was the best feeling I ever experienced. And the second was that my Mistress could have anything she wanted from me right now.

"That's a good pet. Do you like being Mistress' pet?"

"Yes, Mistress." These two words seemed to be the only ones my mouth could form.

Mistress took my cock in the palm of her hand and began to masturbate me more quickly. Her touch remained gentle, but her pace was faster. Our eyes never left each others as she played with my hard purple cock. Several times her hand slid up and over my cock head. Each time, I moaned aloud and slipped deeper under her spell.

That's how I felt, like I was under some kind of magical incantation.

Each time she received the response she desired from me, she held my cock tight in her grip and teased my crown with her thumb. I could feel some of the lotion on her hand mix with my pre-cum as she massaged it into my pee hole. Seconds later, I felt a burn like no other.

I jerked and she tightened her hold around my waist and pushed my body up against the sink. Her strong grip kept me still as I was sandwiched between her body and the hard sink. Again, she played over my hole and I peeked down and saw some of the pink colored lotion coat the top of my cock. Immediately the burn hit me again. This time it was more pronounced.

"Oh god," I cried out and bucked against the sink and pushed my ass back into her. "What is.."

"Sushhh...relax and absorb the feeling," she said. "Let the heat in and let your cock feel the burn. It's my special homemade lotion. I add a little cinnamon oil to it." I watched her reflection as her face lit up with amusement. "Look into my eyes, pet."

I tried to do as she instructed. The burn felt like it was running through the center of my dick and seeping into my balls. What the fuck was happening? It was a burn that hurt, yet, in a weird way, I found arousing and was enjoying it all.

Her hand kept masturbating my rod and when more pre-cum started to leak from me, the burn started anew. I cried out and my head fell back against her as I sucked in air between my grimacing teeth. My body was rocking back and forth as her hand stroked me and her body pushed me forward with every thrust I made against her.

It was like I was a pendulum and I was swinging between a painful burn and pleasurable heat. But something was registering as pure sexual arousal because I could feel an intense pulsing in my cock and balls.

Mistress whispered into my ear, "I believe you like this pet. I think you enjoy a little pain with your pleasure." She smiled as she saw my eyes glaze over.

I was at a loss for words. The best I could do was moan out something that told her she was right, because I heard her give a naughty laugh as she continued to play with me. All I could do was obey her and absorb the feelings as they washed over me.

I let the heat control me and I let go of the fight. It settled into my cock and balls and it made me want to explode. Mistress kept hold of me as she stroked and brought me to the edge. My body shook and she could see my entire body tense the closer I came to orgasm.

Taking a tight hold of my balls as I was about to release my orgasm, she gave a terse tug on my sac which brought me back to where she wanted me. My need to orgasm was gone. I clenched my jaw and my eyes closed tightly as the most intense pain shot through me.

"Don't come until I tell you, pet," she whispered into my neck.

"Yes, Mistress." I groaned more than spoke the words as she released the tension on my balls.

"What a good boy you are," she said as she bit the skin at the base of my neck and top of my shoulder. Yes, it was then...her bite...that completed my lesson on focus.

The pain she'd just inflicted on me worked exactly as she planned. It took my thoughts off my cock and my orgasm and refocused them where they belonged...fully on her. Her eyes smiled at me, and I knew that was her intent all along.

Keeping my eyes focused on hers, she continued to stroke and tease me. My cock began to pulse in need again. The more she played with me, the more I wanted to come. She smiled at me from the reflection in the mirror.

Her hand slid down my abdomen and she began to tease the tip of my cock with those long red fingernails. Stroking my shaft and teasing my cock head was more than I could take. I had reached my limits and she knew it.

"What do you want pet?"

"Please," I said.

She didn't say a word, she just changed the look on her face. Her eyebrow raised and she pursed her lips as if she was disappointed in me. I felt it and knew what I had done wrong. I tried again.

"Please Mistress, may I please come?"

Her look of disappointment deepened and she shook her head. I corrected my approach once again.

"Please Mistress, may your pet's cock please come?"

"So much better, pet. Yes, you may come now," she said and stroked me hard and fast several times before my cock spurted its load up and over the sink.

Thick white strands of cum stuck to the mirror and began to drip down. Three, no, four shots on the mirror and the fifth in the sink. I couldn't remember the last time I had such a forceful release. It felt better than great.

What was left of my cum slowly seeped from my hole and down my shaft. Mistress scooped up as much as she could into her hand.

"Open," she said, lifting her cum coated palm and fingers to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

"Yes, Mistress."

I opened my mouth wide as she first slid one finger at a time into my mouth and I sucked each clean. Then she had me lick the palm of her hand until every drop of cum was gone. I could taste a little of the cinnamon oil mixed in with my cum.

She wasn't done yet. She inserted her index finger in my mouth and pushed it in slowly, deeply, until it reached the back of my tongue.

"Suck."

My mouth closed around her finger and I sucked. I felt so good. I had just experienced three or four of my fantasies in one. I'd met a beautiful crossdresser. Been jerked off in a public restroom. Sucked my own cum from her hand and been dominated all at the same time. I was a happy boy.

A second finger was presented to my lips and again I opened gladly and took it in. Mistress placed her thumb under my chin and directed me with her firm hold on my mouth. Turning me to face her, she slid her third finger in my mouth and gave me another command.

"Suck hard, pet. Hard, then soft," she said. I did as she instructed and shortly later, her pinky joined the others in my mouth. "Suck fast and slow. Hard and soft, pet."

I'm not sure how long we'd been in the bathroom, but I'd heard the toilet next door flush three times in as many minutes. My ass was against the sink and every time the toilet next door flushed the sink vibrated. A bonus for me.

Mistress had complete control over me, but not with her grip in my mouth. It was her voice that I found most controlling. Her words alone made me want to follow her every command.

"Down" she said, and firmly, but carefully directed me to my knees by placing pressure on the hold she had of my mouth and jaw.

My pants were still around my lower legs. When I got to my knees, I could see Mistress was hard beneath her dress. If my face wasn't right up against her, I might not have noticed. But I was close enough to see she was hard and of significant size by the looks of things from my viewpoint.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

I nodded and mumbled as best I could with four fingers in my mouth, "Yeeeesss, Miztrezz."

"Lift my dress."

I did as I was told. The bulge from her cock was large, reaching up to her belly button.

"Tuck my skirt into my belt."

Taking the front hem of her dress, I tucked the lower half of it under her belt. I had full view of her now. Her black stockings ended in a lace band that wrapped around her upper thighs. I wanted to place kisses there, but I could only imagine that for now. Her girl panties weren't covering much of anything. It was the elastic band doing all the work.

All the while I explored her with my eyes, I'm concentrated on sucking her fingers soft and hard, slow then fast. The words were running through my head so that I didn't stop while taking in her beauty or listening to her orders.

"Unwrap me," she said. Her free hand unhooked some sort of closure on the elastic band that was wrapped around her. I unwrapped it three times before her cock bounced free.

Fuck! Mistress is big. Was the first thought that came to mind as her cock popped out of its wrapping and pointed north. I took a deep breath and worried if I'd be able to do this. Or at least, if I'd be able to do this well.

She pulled her fingers from my mouth and a string of spit kept me connected to her. When she lifted her hand, the string broke and hung from my lower lip.

"Is your mouth wet?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress." I answered and thought what an odd question. Until I realized what she was really asking. Are you wet enough to take my cock in your mouth?

I wondered if that was part of the reasoning for having me suck her fingers. Was it all a control thing or was she preparing me to take her cock. She'd been a very caring Mistress so far, I had to believe it was to prepare me for her.

"Open," she commanded.

I let my jaw fall open and silently prayed I'd be able to suck her whole cock and bring her pleasure. I kind of realized it was probably not the best thing to ask in prayer, but I wanted all the help I could get on my side.

She moved forward and teased her dick back and forth over my upper lip. Then, as the tip of her penis was covered in my saliva, she began to draw circles around my mouth. Using her cock head like a marker, she traced my lips over and over again. My tongue slipped out and barely licked the head of her cock and she pulled back.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said. She pulled my hair and made me look up at her. The silent stare said a lot.

"What are you?" she asked and pulled my hair a little harder.

"A pet, Mistress," I answered.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked.

"I belong to you, Mistress." I was starting to feel a little sick to my stomach for fucking up. I was afraid she wouldn't let me suck her cock now. Maybe I disappointed her once too often.

"And what do good pets do?" she asked.

"Follow orders," I whispered and dropped my head like a naughty little boy.

"What?" She pulled my hair back so that I was looking up at her again.

"Follow orders," I repeated a little louder. I felt the sole of her high heel over my cock and balls a second later. The slightest of pressure was applied, but I knew I'd fucked up for a second time.

"Again," she said and added enough pressure to my family jewels to make me groan in discomfort and fear.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me," I said and the pressure of her foot eased a little, but not much. "Good pets obey their Mistress. I am truly sorry, Mistress."

"And are you going to be a good pet?" she asked and flicked my ball sac and cock with the toe point of her leather high heel. Despite myself, I felt the electric shock of arousal shot from under my sac, up through my lower abdomen.

My thoughts were all over the place. Fuck, I like what she is doing to me. The fear, the excitement, the dominance, it's all so fucking good. My cock would be doing the happy dance if her foot wasn't threatening it right now.

"Yes, Mistress. I want to be your good pet," I said. I thought I had it right, until I felt the firm point of her designer footwear poke me under my balls and flick me a little harder this time.

"Ohhh...goddd," I groaned. Damn it, she was hot. And she knew exactly what to do to trigger my response to her.

"You want to be or you will be?" she asked. Damn, I was so close. Not only to answering her correctly, but to having a second orgasm. My cock was hard with desire again.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress. I WILL be your good pet, Mistress. I promise." I emphasised will. I would have said anything to have this blonde beauty put her cock in my mouth and fuck me with it.

She dragged the sole of her shoe over my cock and balls again for effect. She had made her point in more than one way.

"Open," she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Stay open. Stay still," she instructed as she placed the first three inches of her cock in my mouth. I held still as it lay on my tongue. It was difficult not to move my head, my mouth, my tongue. Finally, she moved for me.

Grasping both sides of my head by handfuls of hair, she slowly glided her cock over my tongue. I held still as her big cock became a little fatter with each stroke she took. Slowly, she moved in and out of my mouth.

As she moved, the words slow and soft, came to my mind. I wanted to feel the fast and hard, but I knew it was all Mistress' choice as to how this went down. Yes, as soon as I thought the words, went down, I smiled in my mind. It was silly, but I enjoyed it.
"Close," she said. As if she knew my mind had been elsewhere and pulled me back to the here and now.

I closed my mouth and let my lips encircle the girth of her cock as she continued to slide it in and out of my mouth.

My knees were beginning to ache from the hard, cold, tiled flooring. In spite of that, my cock was getting harder by the second. I had a mouth full of my Mistress's cock and I wanted more.

Mistress started to rock back and forth. Her cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, but never completely leaving my lips. I could feel my mouth watering and I thought, yes, I'm hungry for more.

She pushed a little harder and I felt her cock hit the back of my throat. I shifted my eyes down and realized she was in the back of my throat and half her cock was still outside of my mouth. I felt her one hand move to the top of my head and gently push back. My head tilted about fifteen degrees and she began to lift up in her heels.

Another inch or two of her cock was gaining access to my mouth and throat. I could feel my gag reflex every time she went up on her toes. I tried not to let it take over, but I couldn't. I started to gag and drool was leaking from between my lips and around her cock.

I was losing control. I couldn't stop gagging and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started to panic a little and tried to talk. Then I heard her voice.

"Stop."

I looked up and saw her face. She was calmly looking at me. She held my head and her cock so that it didn't leave my mouth completely, but was pulled back far enough to stop my gagging.

I knew my face was red and spit was hanging from my chin, but I couldn't help it. I tried to catch my breath and recover. Then I felt her hand stroke the back of my head.

"Slowly," she said in a quiet but commanding tone. "Breathe slowly."

I tried to calm my thoughts and listen to her words. I repeated them in my head. Breathe slowly, breathe slowly, breathe slowly.

Each time I repeated them, I took a breath and slowly released it. I was able to breathe again and I could feel myself cooling down. I knew my face, neck, and chest were still red, because they were warm. I could feel the coating of sweat that covered me. But I felt better now.

"Okay?" she asked.

I nodded and she accepted that without issue.

"Now, relax your throat," she said. "Make an aaahhh sound to open the back of your throat," she instructed.

When I did as instructed, she began again. This time, as she built up, she stroked her free hand over my neck and throat. It was calming and helped to relax my throat muscles. Her other hand held my head at the angle she wanted while she continued to stroke my throat as her cock began to move in and out of my mouth again.

Mistress gave me warnings this time. Which helped prepare me a little better.

"Suck soft," she said and caressed her hand over my throat.

"Another inch," she told me as she raised up on her toes and slid her cock deeper into my mouth.

"That's it, good boy. Now swallow," she said and advanced a little more.

I was taking almost two thirds of her cock down and I could feel every inch of it as my gullet expanded to accept her fat cock. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. The worst of it was feeling like my airway was blocked, but Mistress was moving more slowly for me.

"Swallow," she said as she slid deep again.

"Swallow," she repeated.

"Again," she said. "Again...breathe, she said as she pulled back... again... again... breathe... swallow...suck...swallow...suck...breathe."

She repeated her instructions over and over. I watched as she rocked faster and faster. I sucked as she told me to. Soft, then hard, soft, then hard. The faster she got, the move her legs tensed and her cock went down my throat.

"I'm going to come," she said and looked at me for a second. If my mouth wasn't full of her cock, I would have begged her to come now. I wanted her cum so much. I wanted to taste her and see if she tasted the same as I did.

"Fuck," she hissed. Her body trembled as she held my head still. Her hand left my neck and grasped a handful of my hair as she pulled my face to her. The last third of her cock was still visible, but I did my best to please her.

The warm, silky feel of her cum coated the back of my throat and I felt some pool in the back of my mouth. I only sensed the first shot of her cum as it went down my throat. The rest seemed to fill my mouth as she pulled back and then slowly held my head as she finished her orgasm.

I could feel my mouth full of her and her seed. I didn't want to move or do anything without her permission, so I waited.

"Swallow," she said quietly and smiled down at me.

I swallowed three or four times before the pool of cum in my mouth was gone. All the while, Mistress looked down at me with that serene smile I had seen on her face earlier tonight.

Her hand caressed my head. Her fingernails scratched over my scalp. Like a good pet, I mewed to her touch. Slowly she withdrew her cock from me. She held my head as I placed it against her thigh. I kissed her there before resting against her soft skin. If I could have, I would have curled up at her feet.

"My good pet," she said as she continued to play with my hair. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said quietly, my voice a little raspy. I knew my throat was going to be sore tonight and probably tomorrow. I looked up at her with a question written on my face.

"What is it, pet?"

"Did I please you, Mistress?" I asked. "Was I good?"

"Yes, pet. You pleased me very much," she said and leaned down. She kissed the top of my head. Then she placed her fingers under my chin and lifted my mouth to her. Kissing me directly on the lips, her tongue slid into my mouth.

"We taste good together," she said. "You're a good little cocksucker, pet."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said and accepted her second kiss.

"You're a good little cocksucker, who will be a great little cocksucker with some practice," she smiled and winked at me. "Now, let's get cleaned up. I believe you promised me dinner. But, I've always enjoyed having my dessert first."

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~Apple
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