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Master for Lari I was also chatting a lot on TS gurls and striking up regular conversations with dominant men hoping that someone would take me on as their sissy submissive. One day, a particular dominant piqued my interest. He lived nearby, was slightly older than I and was looking for a submissive that preferred sexy and hot fashions. He wasn't pushy, we chatted about music and films and there was a lot of flirting. There was no 'What are U wearing?' or 'Do U meet?' neanderthal approaches. Just great online conversations. We chatted online on a few occasions until early one evening we moved on to more serious matters. Peter: So come on, tell me. As a sub, who owns you Lari? Lari: No one. Peter: That surprises me. Would you like to be owned. Lari: I think so, but that depends. Peter: On what? Lari: Meeting the right person I guess. If I can please them, if they are not just play acting or fantasising. A real dominant man, with a big cock. Peter: May we talk on the phone and might I know where you live? Would you mind sending me an email with your details? Why not, I thought. Hesitating only briefly, I switched from the chat tab to the email tab and sent him my address and mobile telephone number. My phone rang almost immediately. "Hello Lari. This is Peter. How are you feeling?" I giggled, like a little gurl "Not sure. OK so far." His voice had a calm, even tone. Like a friendly newsreader or audio book narrator. "No need to be nervous. I won't eat you alive," he laughed. "Shame," came my gut reaction response. We both laughed easily on the phone. After a few more pleasantries about work and the weather, he came out with it. "Now I am not going to ask you 'What are you wearing' as I know that you are probably dressed, made up and I know from our chats that you are little cock is caged. What I want to know is this; What would you say if I came round now for a quick drink to see if we get along?" I swallowed. Shit, this was going a bit fast! It was only ten minutes from me sending my details to this domonant man! "Erm...OK. I'll be waiting by the front door for you." "Waiting how?" "Ready to open the door for you and welcome you in." "In that case I'll see you in about 20 minutes then." "See you soon Peter, Sir." I changed from my casual 1970's style front button up dress into a front zip, black pencil skirt and see through sheer blouse with a lace collar. My girdle and tan stockings were tight, smooth and run-free, pink thong panties and I opted to leave my marabou high heeled mules on. It was, after all, a weekday evening and it was just a quick visit to see if we get along. Just to see if we hit it off - right? I checked my makeup and hair and breathed deeply while staring at myself in the mirror. "Breathe deeply sissy boi. Stay calm," I told myself. Downstairs once more, I set out two clean cups, the teapot and a small jug of milk on a tray, put the kettle onto boil and headed to the front door, checking myself nervously again in the hallway mirror. "Breathe deeply. Stay calm, this might be the stud I need, badly" I told myself once more as I closed my eyes to gather my nerves. It was only a few minutes wait before I saw the headlights of his Mercedes pull up to the front drive and heard a car's powerful engine shut off. The lights went out and I could hear a car door opening and closing. The loud of steps on the flagstone and then the doorbell rang. I swallowed my nerves, smoothed down my skirt and opened the door. "Hello Lari. How wonderful to meet you in person," said Peter as he stepped inside. "Hello Sir," I replied meekly, "Please come in." I stepped aside as he walked a couple of steps into the hallway, He looked me up and down, smiled and then leaning forward, gently kissed my cheek. He whispered into my ear, "Well don't you look lovely? I love your choice." I felt myself blushing as he stepped around me and gestured towards the living room. "Sorry, yes. Where are my manners. Please do go in and make yourself comfortable." He smiled again and walked into the living room while I headed into the kitchen, reboiled the kettle and filled the teapot like a good gurl. When I entered the living room he was scrutinising my audio system. As I placed the tray down on the coffee table, he turned around to watch me as I bent and fussed with the tea cups. "Nice setup," he stated. "Sorry?" I asked looking back over my shoulder at him. "Your system." "It is. I like my music," I replied as I sat down on the sofa, smoothing my skirt on my thin legs and gently feeling the erotic thrill as I ran my hands down to my knees. He watched my hands and smiled again before coming to sit down next to me. He placed his large hand over my small hand and, intertwining our fingers, he ran our joined hands up and down my knees and up to my skirt hem. "Tell me what else you like Lari? I like what I see so far. I like it very much indeed." He let go of my hand and started to caress my neck and ear. Jesus, he was turning me on so much, I could feel my little cock straining in my cage. "I like lots of things Sir. I like tight, restrictive foundation wear. I like proper nylon stockings and classic outfits," he nodded and continued rubbing my skin in small, tantalising circles, "I like dressing formally and being told what to do Sir." "Formally for going out?" he asked gently. "Going out, cleaning, laundry..." "Serving?" he interrupted. I looked down and shyly whispered my response, "I'd like that yes." "Pardon? I didn't catch that." "Yes Master, I'd like to dress as a formal maid and serve someone special", I repeated as I continued to look down at my feet. He lifted my head with his hand and turned my face to his, "Don't be afraid sissy. I understand. I am looking for the same thing." With that he kissed me. A peck first and then he pressed his lips to mine fully and we started kissing. I couldn't help myself any longer and, throwing my arms around his neck, kissed him hard and deep. We kissed like that for a good few minutes before he peeled my arms from his shoulders and leaned back. "How about that tea?" he asked. Trying to calm myself, I poured the tea, added milk and passed him a cup. "Thank you Lari," he said as he took the cup from my feminine trembling hands. Over tea he asked me about some mundane things. How long had I lived here, did I enjoy the house, what did I think of the area. "How are your neighbours?" he inquired, taking a drink from his cup. "Oh they are fine. They have seen me come and go dressed and have never said a word. I'm not sure whether they know it's me and accept it or whether they think I am a lady visitor. My neighbours are a nice retired couple and I have nodded the odd greeting to the lady across the road. I think she goes away on business a lot." He smiled, nodded and put his cup down on the tray. "And when they see me coming and going regularly?" he asked. "Oh..I...," I blinked and then shrugged, "...I'm not sure," I replied looking over at him questioningly. "And what about you and I both coming and going together?" he pressed as he leaned forward. I looked back to the floor, "I have no idea." "I think we should find out. Don't you?" Placing his hand on my knee, he looked at my legs and started rubbing his hands up to the hem of my skirt. He looked up deep into my eyes as he pushed the hem above the top of my stocking and started exploring between my thighs, running his hands over the welt and toying with the suspender clips. He started kissing me again as he explored my thong panties and cage. My panties were wet with pre-cum and were getting wetter as we kissed deeply. His exploring fingers teased my tight boi pussy. I so wanted him, now, yes I'm a slut! I continued to moan with pleasure as I nibbled his lips. I reached across and started rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. I was in heaven and wanted him to know how much he was arousing me. I wanted to touch him, to caress him, to let him know what I was feeling. We broke our kiss and, encircling my pantied cage firmly with his hand he said, "I am going to visit you regularly Lari. I am going to stay over some nights. I am going to take you out and show you off as my slut. I am going to tell you what to do and what to wear. Would you like that slave gurl?" I continued feeling his cock and nodded. "Say it," he commanded. "I'd like you to visit me whenever you like. To tell me what to do. To tell me what to wear. To serve you and be yours Master," I breathed lustily as I rubbed his hard cock. Abruptly he said, "More tea Lari I think," as he suddenly let go of my cage and leaned back again. Somewhat surprised at the abrupt change, I turned to refresh our cups. When I turned back however, Peter had undone his trousers and pulled out his very large cock. With a sharp intake of breath I leaned over to kiss him once more as I started caressing his cock. I ran my nails teasingly over the huge mushroom head of his cock and up and down his shaft. I circled his cock with my small hand and gently pulled up and down, wanking him lovingly. I felt his breath quicken as we kissed until I kicked off my mules, got down to my knees between his legs and started to kiss and lick his beautiful cock. I could feel the stockings taut on my legs, my girdle holding me tightly, my stainless steel cage getting tighter as I set to pleasing Peter. I wanted to please him so much. I would happily do this all day and all night, I thought. I pulled up my skirt revealing my stocking tops and suspender clips so that I could kneel closer to the floor to get all of him into my cock sucking mouth. "Someone's done this before," he breathed throatily as I pulled back his foreskin fully and flicked my tongue over the head of his gorgeous hard cock. "Mm mhmm," I mumbled as I started working greedily on him. Up and down with my eager tongue and lips, getting him wetter and slicker as I worked on his cock. Up the shaft and around the head. Up and down, around and around with my tongue and lips, kissing, sucking, nibbling before I took as much as I could into my mouth. "I could watch you do this all night," he sighed. "Watching you like this, Your sexy stockinged feet on show," he groaned as I glanced up at him, watching his face as I pleased him. Hearing this I shifted position to make sure that he could see the bottom of my girdle and so that he could see the stockings on my feet as I noisily sucked him, my head moving up and down faster and with greater urgency and desire. I could feel him shifting in his seat as he started thrusting into my eager mouth and down my throat. "Fuck yes, that's it my sissy boi," he groaned as he slapped the seat with his hands. "Keep going. Don't you dare stop sissy. Fuuuck," he moaned as I felt his huge cock twitch and he reached the exquisite, primal point of no return. "Yes...argh...oh God .......yes," he cried. He grasped my head in his hands and held me tight as he came in massive, powerful spurts deep into my mouth. His cum dribbled out of the side of my lips but I held his cock gently in my mouth trying to keep it all in. I wanted to taste and savour it all. I loved sucking his cock, this was the best reason for living, serving a real man. He sighed with satisfaction as I looked up at him and swallowed his yummy cum. He shivered and tickle-laughed as I rolled my tongue around the head of his now sensitive and still hard cock before I lifted my head and let go of him. I used my fingers to collect the cum from my lips and chin. Shifting back onto my heels I smiled at him before licking them clean. "Was that OK Master?" I asked, grinning. "That was fantastic Lari, yes. We are off to a very pleasing start my precious cock sucker." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead as he refastened his trousers. "More tea Master?", he laughed. I broke into laughter too, got to my feet, wriggled my skirt back into position, slipped on my mules and took the tray back into the kitchen to make a fresh pot. "Is there anything else to go with the tea?" he called from the living room "Of course," I called back in reply. Once I had sorted the tea, I took a whisky glass down from the cupboard and carried this all back to him. I passed him a fresh cup of tea and felt his eyes following me as I walked into the dining room and brought back a couple of bottles of single malt. I poured a small measure into the glass and handed it to him. "Sorry but I have no ice at the moment." "Hmmm. Make sure that you have some for next time sissy slave," he warned. I nodded and sat down on the floor leaning me head against his knee. He sat forward and took a sip of his tea and then sniffed his whisky. Placing his hand upon my head, he mused out loud, "So. Given that we seem to be getting on rather well, I should point out a few things," he began. "You need to learn to bow and curtsy correctly Lari," he said as he swirled the whisky around the glass. "You need to address me as Master or Sir every time you reply to me, or ask me anything. Do you understand?" I tilted my head back to look at him, "Yes Master," came my reply. "Call me Sir or Master even when we are out together or in private company," he continued taking a small sip of the whisky. My eyes opened wide in surprise. "Yes Sir," I blurted quickly to try and cover my surprise. "I'll need a door key and your chastity keys as well sissy slave." "But my chastity key is locked away Master," as I went on to explain the lockbox and the phone app. "How delightful!" he laughed, "Please fetch me the box." Leaving him to his whisky, I got to my feet, bowed my head and rushed upstairs to fetch the box from the bottom of the wardrobe. On my way back I took a spare front door key from the hallway table, before I returned to the living room. Attempting a curtsy, I placed the key and the lockbox on the coffee table in front him. He nodded and then stood up, draining the last of his whisky as he got to his feet. He stepped close to me and kissed me on the lips, fully and gently. "I'll see you very soon my sissy. Very soon indeed," he said as he picked up both the key and the box. He then walked into the hall and out of the door leaving me standing transfixed and dumbstruck where I was. I desperately wanted to see Peter, my Master, my owner again. Soon, I hoped. |
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