The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Auditioning For A Master
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From time immemorial, I have enjoyed and fantasized about dressing like a girl
and living and feeling life fully as a woman. Like so many other "girls", I love
being feminine, silky, feeling sexy and yes, submissive. Endless lonely nights
have been spent dressing in secret, trying to forget a deep need and secret
fantasy longing to be fulfilled.
I had never served or exposed my needs to a man. It had always been a dark
dream in the back of my mind to do so, but how would I go about it? Although
I had dressed up with several women and played many exciting fantasy games
with them, there was a naging for something more complete and total for my
feminine side, and being a slutty slave to a male master is what I needed more
and more.
Past experience with personals publications were bad; they often were out of
date and the correspondence frequently came back "address unknown." It
wasn't until I entered the world of telecomputing that I was able to find the man
for me and live my dream of sweet servitude, submission and humiliation.
I met my Master through a TV BBS. Although our initial contact was slow
and haphazard, in time we were sending messages regularly. I mustered the
courage to tell him all my secret needs and desires, which he gently but firmly
coaxed out of me. I was ordered to send him a revealing polaroid of myself, so
he could see if I would be worthy of serving him. Anxiously, I awaited his
reply.
He sent me a message saying that I looked real cute and since I might be the
kind of sissy he was looking for, I would be given the priviledge of a private
audition. This audition would give me a chance to showcase my femininity, but
I was warned that some parts of the audition could be very embarassing and
humiliating, as he wanted to establish a firm Master/slave relationship right from
the start. If I refused his orders or left the audition, I would never hear from
him again. But, if I submitted to his desires and did so with enthusiasm, there
was a chance I would be allowed to be the sissy I had always wanted to be, and
would serve him totally.
I was ordered to go to a motel room that Thursday afternoon, and wait for
him there. Of course, I was to get dressed in my feminine best, and the door
was to be unlocked. I put on my sexiest undies, slipped into a party dress,
and sat facing the door in a very dramatic pose with an ice bucket and some
champaigne and two glasses ready, nervously awaiting his arrival. Not having
any idea what he would look like really added to the suspense.
Just then, the phone rang. It was my Master calling to say he would be there
in a few minutes, but that he first had a very important order for me to obey. I
was to blindfold myself with whatever I could, stand and face the door, raise up
my dress and slip, and play with myself through my sheer panties until he
arrived. If this wasn't the sight that greeted him upon entering, he would leave
on the spot. My dream of some romantic first moments together giggling and
sipping champaigne had been overruled
. He would get to see me first, and in a very embarrassing state. I felt both
passion and panic as I complied, blindfolding myself with a motel towel, and
started to play with myself in the humiliating pose as ordered.
After several minutes of this, I heard the door open, and felt a rush of air
around my nyloned legs. Fortunately, it was my Master. "You look so cute
and helpless," he teased, and then he kissed me, and felt up my pantied butt and
nyloned legs. I still could not see him but was very excited by the mystery of it
all. "Keep playing with yourself, because I have some questions for you, and I
want some honest and passionate answers," he teased, " I figure a sissy like you
will be more eagar to respond that way."
Here he was, the man I had wished for for so long, and he had me completely
in the palm of his hand. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet so erotic in the
presence of a man I couldn't even see! He started asking me questions.
"Who am I?" he asked.
"My Master" I trembled.
"How long have you been waiting to meet me?"
"Oh, forever, Master, I want to be yours!"
"Good, then you will respect the importance of this meeting, won't you?"
"Yes, Master"
"Don't you feel a little silly playing with yourself in front of me, with your
dress and slip held up? You don't even know what I look like, do you? But I've
already seen your red panties and garters. What are you anyway?"
"A sissy and hopefully your slave, Master."
He continued his humiliating line of questioning for several minutes until he
was convinced there was no manhood left in me.
"Good," he directed, "Now go into the bathroom, take off your blindfold,
freshen your make-up, and when I tell you to, you may come out and finally see
the man who knows all your secrets, your Master."
He led me into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I freshened up
and waited for his permission to re-enter the room.
"Come in, slave. Welcome to your audition. Remember, I'm looking for
someone with real femininity here, not just another wimp in drag!"
Nervously, I opened the door and entered. There he was, seated in one of the
chairs. He was mid to late thirties, above average in appearance, and looking
very confident and cocky. I tried to maintain my feminine composure as much
as I could, but I was very nervous. We each had a glass of champaigne, talked
awhile, and then the audition continued. I walked around the room for him,
then modeled some extra lingerie I had brought along, and then did a slow strip-
tease for him to the music of my boom-box. I could tell he was getting as hot
and turned-on as I was.
"You've done quite well, but there is one more part of the audition you must
perform if you really wish to be my slave. Come and kneel before me, and let's
see you play with yourself again to get yourself in the mood for your final test,
slave." I go on my knees in front of him, looking up at his wicked smile. There
was no doubt what would happen next.
He then unzipped his pants, and lowered them and his underwear. He was
very hard and erect with my face only an inch or two away from his bulging
manhood. I had never done this before, but with me playing with myself and
the champagne, all my inhibitions left. I soon found my freshly lipsticked red
lips parting and sliding over his head and shaft. He reassured me throughout the
act, while teasing me about what a sissy I was. Soon he exploded and then
slumped back in his chair, satified, every bit the Master.
He left soon afterward, and said he'd leave a private message on the BBS on
how my audition went. I can hardly wait!
PART II
It had been three days since the erotic encounter where I auditioned to
be a slutty slave to my prospective Master. Nervously, and with great
anticipation, I checked the local TV BBS several times a day. Our secret
meeting in that motel room did something to me, as I always slipped on some
sexy lingerie before trying to connect, and I wanted to be in my most
erotic frame of mind in case He had left me a message. My heart pounded
every time I heard the connect tone over my modem, hoping that in a few
seconds I would be reading the message from the man I longed to be with and
serve. Alas, my heart sank again; there still was no response from Him.
I had made a big attempt to impress him at my "audition" in the motel
room. My body was completely free of body hair and moisturized, making it
soft and silky to his touch. I had spent the previous week dieting to slim
down even more, and gave my face several masque and pore cleanser
treatments. This "busy work" helped keep my mind from waffling if I should
really go through with the audition or not, and instead made me focus on
being the sexiest little slut he could ever want. I also concentrated on
my feminine mannerisms, demeanor and attitudes, as I didn't want to turn
him off in any way.
It really has an effect on you though, being dressed in cute party dress
in front of a real man, and feeling the wicked lust in his eye cutting
through you. You feel a strange mixture of sexiness, embarassment,
weakness and a deep desire to surrender and be taken. This feeling is so
powerful, that I am on needles and pins waiting to hear from him again.
It was evening, and I made one more attempt that day to hear from him.
After I finally connected and signed on, I was greeted by the prompt that
there was a message waiting for me. I got instantly weak and excited!
Sure enough, He had left me a message, it read:
"Slave,
You have impressed me favorably with what a true sissy you are.
From your cute red pantied butt to your candy apple lipsticked lips
that suck so well, you really have the submissive slave mind that I
am looking for. I am calling you back for a second audition, which,
if you pass, will make you my slave. Be warned, some of your final
audition will be quite embarassing and humiliating for you, but
isn't that what you really want? You will appear at my home at xxxx
Street at precisely 3:00 o'clock Tuesday. You will drive into the
opened garage, close the garage door, then stand by my side door to
the house. Before you ring the doorbell, I want you to blindfold
yourself and kneel and wait for me like a good little slut. Again,
if you defy these orders in any way, you will have forfeited your
chance to audition for me.
Master"
The days passed by slowly until Tuesday arrived. I left work early that
day, gave my body a final shave, put on some undies, black corselet and
base make-up then ventured out to his place. I made the final change out
of pants in an empty parking lot, then put on my wig and final make-up.
Alone and filled with feelings of super eroticism and apprehension, I
headed out to His place. The cool fall air felt chilly around my
miniskirted legs, and my black thi-top nylons offered little protection
against the cold. Driving in my female shoes required a little more effort
as well. But despite the goose bumps on my thighs and butt, I felt so good
going through with this.
I found the address and pulled into his garage, then closed the garage
door as ordered. Walking nervously to his side door, my heart was in my
throat. Why was I doing this? What was I getting into? In no way,
however, did I want to chicken out. This was something I had to experience
and go through, even if I was getting in over my head.
Using a black silk scarf I had taken along, I blindfolded myself as
ordered, rang his doorbell, and knelt on my nylons on the cold concrete
floor with my handbag of extra lingerie and make-up beside me. I felt so
vulnerable and helpless as I heard his footsteps arrive and his hand
unlatch the lock and open the door.
"So, my little tramp has returned?," he teased. "You look so sweet
kneeling before me, but aren't you getting a little cold?"
"Yes, Master" I replied. "It is quite chilly out here, and the cement is
very cold."
"Very well, slave, you may rise and stand before me. But, I want you to
raise your miniskirt up and expose your panties to me. That a girl -- your
slip too! Now keep them raised high with both hands curtsey style until I
tell you to drop them."
He then walked over to me and pulled down my nylon panties to my knees.
Still blindfolded, my nakedness took on a deep intensity. Despite my excitement
at all this humiliation, the cold air had made me small, limp
and flacid. He smirked at my condition.
"Do you want me to play with myself, Master? Like I did for you at the
motel?"
"No slave, much to the contrary -- I have a better idea for a cheap slut
like you." He taunted. And with that, he strapped a confining metal and leather
contraption tightly around my manhood. "I wish you could see just
how sweet you look in your new cock cage. Here, I'll lock it in place. Now
that you are properly restrained, you may pull up your panties, drop your
skirt, and enter my house. But sorry, the blindfold stays for now."
He led me into his place. It was warm inside. I was led to an upstairs
room and heard the door close behind me. He started kissing me and feeling
me up and down all over, from my legs and butt to my padded boobs. The
cock cage was very restricting, and I couldn't even get hard.
"I suppose you'd like some pleasure, wouldn't you, dear?" he whispered.
He was also very turned-on and aroused. "Well, I can be generous to my
slaves too."
"You mean you'll remove this cage?" I blurted.
"You'll see" he laughed.
With that I was gently forced to my knees, pushed forward with my butt
high in the air. My panties were again lowered, and I felt a cold drop
of Vaseline on my tightened rosebud. He gently slid in a small butt plug
and to my surprise it was a vibrating type. He turned it on, and slid up
my panties. Between the cock cage and the vibrator, I was very hot and
wet, and most eager to please.
He then started asking some very embarassing and humiliating questions
about me and my needs and demanded honest answers. I soon had no secrets
left, even though I knew almost nothing about him. I could tell he was
getting off of the power he wielded over me, and he particularly liked it
when he'd get me to admit what a sissy and a cheap tramp I was.
Finally I was allowed to remove my blindfold. He looked very handsome
today, and was fully dressed. He then had me model my lingerie for him
and do some erotic dances and a strip tease for his pleasure.
He was getting very excited, and soon I was ordered to kneel before him
to satisfy him orally. This time around, I was looking forward to this
"treat" as much as he was. I took my time licking, kissing and sucking
him, and loved being there, nestled between his strong, hairy legs. He
called me every embarassing name in the book, and I loved it.
Afterward, we laid on his bed, me running my fingers through his sexy
chest hair, and him pinching my smooth, silky nipples. I sucked him off
a second time, and soon afterward he removed my cage. He ordered me to
play with myself and he wanted to see me come for him. It was a little
embarassing at first, but I soon forgot myself and came.
Our meeting ended soon afterward. I left, happy and content that I
had found a master.
Fin
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