FIVE
I was still in a daze when I went into my room. I could not believe what had happened. John my online master – how long did he know, had he told anyone. I felt sick. I tried to think back to what we had discussed, all the on line chats, I had shared so many explicit pictures of me dressed, and whilst I never showed my face, there was that one fucking picture.. Jesus …
On my bed I could see heels, wig, a couple of dresses, stockings, panties, bra, a burqa, make up – if it was not for the circumstances I would have been overjoyed. .All the clothes looked to be my size, even the wig was identical to the one I had on in the pictures.
I could not sleep, should I confront him now, and I just did not know what to do. He had the picture of me, what would he do.. Shit, Shit, Shit, I was so bloody stupid, how could I not have realized. I gave too much away in the mails.
I could just laugh it off and tell him to do his worst, but he had nothing to lose, and I knew he was a twat – so he would have no issue sending the pictures to my wife. He knew my address so I was fucked…
I tried to settle myself, and started to look at the clothes he had put out for me. I picked them up and imagined myself wearing them. God I am so weak… how did he get them out here. He must have been planning this for weeks.
The familiar excitement and desire to dress soon came back to me, and before I knew it, I was stripped and starting to try them on.
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I set my alarm for 5am, and jumped in the shower. I shaved myself all over, applied my body lotion, and made sure I was smooth all over. I had more or less convinced myself to go through with it, so I thought I would put some effort in and try and enjoy it.
I went to the bedroom and put on the nighty, black hold ups, pink panties and the heels. I then applied some foundation, and quickly made myself up. I had to be on site at 9am for a meeting, so would have to wash the makeup of again before I went in, but felt I better make the effort. I applied my red lipstick, and put the wig on, checked my face, and made my way to the kitchen. I quickly prepared a light breakfast, toast, tea and put it on a tray and made my way to john’s room. I knocked at the door, and waited I was shaking, and felt so embarrassed.
Then he shouted – “enter bitch,” and I slowly opened the door.
The room was warm, and smelt stale. He was laying on the bed, naked, cock in hand.
“Get in here Jasmin James or shall I just call you – my bitch.. Put the tray down, and get your sissy mouth round your master’s cock NOW –”
I put the tray down on his desk, and positioned myself on the bed between his legs. “ fuck me James you look better than I had imagined.”
His cock was about 8 inches, and was hard. It was warm, and I could smell his sweat. “Don’t you want a shower first” I asked ,, repelled at the smell – “GET YOUR FUCKING SISSY MOUTH ON MY COCK NOW “.
As I sucked him , taking care to get his large cock in my mouth, john went on to tell me how he always suspected that I was the one he was mailing, and getting the picture was the final piece of the jigsaw. He loved to be right, and he was enjoying getting one over me, …..2 months, he kept saying, you will obey me without question, and I am going to enjoy the next 2 months. I want an easy ride , you make sure I get fuck all to do on site, and that will reduce your punishment down to a minimum. You will cook, iron, wash and do everything in the flat. You will dress every night for me, you will suck me to sleep every night, and wake me with a blow job. You will be my fuck slut, and your ass is mine now. You will also give me all your allowances and you will obey my every command. As he spelt this out, I could not help feeling both terrified and aroused, how the hell was I supposed to be his sex slave and do a full day on site, it was going to be a nightmare.
I sucked long and deep on his cock, getting a steady rhythm going, and he soon pushing my head down.. “Suck my balls bitch, that’s right, now the other one. Lick between my legs, Mimm yes, further down, Mimm now suck hard bitch, I am out to blow,,, and make sure you drink it all slut – that’s your breakfast”, and he was laughing as he blew his thick load into my mouth. I never really enjoyed the taste of cum, wish I did, but he was horrible, and I was gagging as tried to swallow it down.
“Right, now feed me bitch, pass me the food and feed me.. “
I had to collect the tea and toast and stand by his bed, passing the food to him, holding the toast to his mouth as he ate it. “Drink, NOW,, the tea”, I held the cup and he drank from it. This continued, and then he got up, and stood in front of me and looked me in the eye, smiling he held my chin and started to tell me how things were going to be from here on.
He said I would have no privacy, and I would be his slave. I will do everything he asks, and if I displease him, I will be punished. He told me about the cane, and his belt, along with some homemade tools of torture that he is looking forward to trying out with me. He also said that I would even have to be dressed when I phone my wife and kids, in his presence, and he wanted to hear me telling my wife all about my day whilst he had his cock stuffed up my ass.
He also went on to say that he may even take me out on a weekend with him dressed wearing a burka, and he would take me round the shopping malls to buy sexy underwear whilst I walked behind him like the dutiful wife. Any slip ups and he would share the pictures with all my work colleagues and report me to the authorities – that would mean jail in this country, and most certainly lose my job and my life would be ruined.
My ex pat tranny nightmare had started. ……. |
