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By *eka OP TV/TS 10 weeks ago
Manchester |
Part eight
Meeting Lucile
After leaving that salon.
When, eventually, safely into the 'relative' safety of Mistress Lucile... "Mummys" car. Despite everything... Not least the degradingly humiliating mincing walk to my new Mummys car.... In those soddingly incredible heels! In broad, gleeming fucking daylight! Trying to inch the bomber style, very feme trendy, leather jacket, down enough to maybe cover the bottom of my bum cheeks... Which was in all honesty rather futile.
Mistress Lucile... As i yearned to call her... As apose to 'Mummy', which i had kind of somehow signed up for....? Gave me such a fierce, intence cuddle. Nuzzling me into her bust. Her perfect clevage. I remember holding onto her, into her, as if for dear life.
So, so seductively she then manouvered my own freshly manicured fingers, with her own, to yank! Down hard on my beautiful, new and flowing scarlet hair. As if to show me that this was now my own hair. Proved by my yelping slightly as our hands yanked three or four times on my new long, scarlet hair. Mistress Lucile then kissed me passionatly.... Yet sharply. Before our one hands still gently tugging at my hair. Took our other hands into her pants.... To show her new sissie how wet Mummys sex was. Allmost squealing within the ribbed confines of its new sissyclitty cage... My cock strained, my sissy clitty end rubbing against, leaking over, the silk of my gorgeous, and gorgeously expensive new knicks all the while
Once back at the flat Mistress Lucile got herself ready for us to finally go to 'Sandra's'. The nightclub we had met those few weeks before. Watching, maiding on her as she got ready that night was magical. Despite constantly worrying, as for hoping she was going to let me at least wear a dress...! No matter how skimpy.
Her beauty and sexuality, her prowess, her confidence, her scent continued to envelope me hopelessly.
Choosing to wear a figure excentuating white minidress. Above the slimpiest, flimsiest, laciest matching pantie and bra set i ever did see. Let alone be granted, gifted the duty... The pleasure of carefully and diligently helping slink Mummy into her evening attire...
Once she had placed her perfect feet into a very classy pair of black stilletoe heels, and matching black overcoat. Mistress/Mummy did not hand me, in still but the black lingerie... Not the jacket back.... No, she handed me a silky nylon, shimmeringly transparent barely black, skin tight, fucking mini dress. With long sleeves, and upto my neck... Yet barely travelling down to the tops of my stockings when i stood.....
to be continued
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