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A Simple Plan
It had started out as a simple plan. My business meeting had ended early
allowing me time to stop at the lounge for a couple of drinks providing the
courage I knew would be needed later. I had planned this painstakingly in
all details. I had requested a room at the end of the hall adjacent to the exit
door allowing me easy access to the parking area. Prior to going to the
lounge to unwind I had waited for just the right parking space to become
available. Everything was now set as I prepared for my night of
excitement out on the town. A lifelong closet crossdresser this was to be
my big night out.
Oh how I had fantasized about going out in public, actually being out as
this feminine creature I desired to be. Residing in a small rural community
I was unable to act on any of these desires except in the privacy of my
own home. This was to be my big night out. My new assignment with the
company provided the opportunity to travel and I planned to take
advantage of this opportunity. And as luck would have it, the boring
meeting adjourned early giving me this extra time. Wow was my plan
coming together perfectly. After bathing I slipped on a white lace bra and
matching panties, stuffed my breastforms in and set about applying my
makeup. My excitement was at an all-time high as I finished dressing.
Looking in the full-length mirror on the motel room wall I was quite
impressed. The image looking back at me from the mirror was not that of
myself but of a complete alter ego and if I might say so, not unattractive.
Not completely passable, as I did not shave my legs, but from a casual
glance I could pass. For my planned activities this was all that would be
required. The curve conscious white cocktail dress, hose and 5" stiletto
heels made for a very sexy image at that.
I finished off my drink, left over from the lounge, and worked up the
courage to go out in public for the first time. Finally I gathered the
courage and left heading for the parking lot, purse in hand and no idea
whatsoever as to where I was going. I exited the parking lot and started
driving through the city filled with excitement, intrigue and yet paranoid
as hell. In addition to the feeling of paranoia that engulfed me, I was
struggling with my driving. Being unfamiliar with the feel of stiletto
heeled sandals on gas and brake pedals made my driving a little erratic and
hesitant. After some time I became more comfortable and realized that not
every passenger of each car that passed was staring at me. As I adjusted to
driving with these shoes I started thinking about where I could go to shop.
It was a perfect night, clear and mildly warm without the need for the air
conditioner. But I was cautious to keep the windows up just as it provided
a false sense of protection from the outside world.
My initial thought for this evening was to just go out and drive for awhile
and then return to the safety of my room. I now was excited and wanted to
take this fantasy farther. Then it happened. I don't know how long the
flashing red and blue lights had been following me but it was quite clear
that the officer wanted me to pull over. With my paranoia, the problems
adjusting to the shoes and my thoughts scattered elsewhere it was
impossible to know when the lights had came on or, possibly worse, what
offense I may have committed. I just knew that I did not want to be
stopped dressed as I was, but what options did I have. Time passed as my
mind raced for a solution to this problem coming up empty. This was not a
scenario I had played out in all my detailed planning.
A loud shriek caught my attention as the squad car sounded its siren. It
was obvious he had followed for some time and was becoming quite
impatient as I pulled off the busy road onto the shoulder. The officer
approached my door asking, "Get your drivers' license aaaaaaand . . . what
have we here?" I was not really in a talkative mood and sat there in still
silence. "Do you know why you were stopped?" was the next question.
Again I sat in silence. "Well I noticed that you have a tail light out on the
passenger side and I was stopping you to tell you about it. After you did
not respond to my flashing headlights, I used the strobe lights and finally
the siren to get your attention." After a pause that seemed an eternity the
next question hit me like a bombshell. "Have you been drinking . . . sir"?
"UUHHH nnnnnno," I stuttered and not in a feminine voice. At this point I
was not sure who I was only that I was deep in trouble and not looking
real good.
"Well I will need to take a field sobriety test anyway," responded the
officer. "Get your drivers license and registration, and follow me back to
the squad car." I fumble through my purse retrieving my wallet and then
my license. The registration was easier as it was in a pouch on the visor
and then handed both to the officer. Stepping from the car my heel sunk
into the soft dirt of the road shoulder causing me to stumble forward.
Grabbing the officer for balance I righted myself. As I apologized I felt
myself getting continuously deeper in trouble. The officer smiled, "It
looks as if maybe you have had enough to drink."
Years of practice walking around the house in a variety of heel heights had
not prepared me for this encounter. I was not drunk but could see no value
in arguing this point right now. The officer guided me to his car opening
the door to the police cruiser. I slid into the rear seat acting a feminine as
possible carefully keeping my legs together the way I had practiced so
many times before for absolutely nobody. He took a seat in front and a
few moments later turned handing me a tube of some sort. "Blow into the
tube as hard as possible until I ask you to stop. Harder, harder, harder now,
Hon, come on I know its small but I'm sure you still like it." His
comments caught me off guard, what reaction was he looking for from me.
Taking the tube from me he smiled. "We have a problem here. Your
intoxication is at a level allowing for officer's discretion. From your
movement and hesitancy in speaking I believe there is sufficient reason to
book you for driving while intoxicated not to mention additional charges I
could file."
His next statement came matter of factly and screamed for a response from
me. "Boy would the fellas down in the lockup have a ball with you. What
do you think those guys down in the cellblock would do when you came
strolling in? That should be worth a few hours enjoyment just watching
them pass you around. You know we're quite busy here in the 5th district
with real crime to worry much about what goes on in a cell block between
consenting adults if you know what I mean."
With that, I blurted it out. I don't know exactly where it came from but
somehow it just came spilling from me. "Please don't arrest me, I'm
professionally employed and can't afford these problems. I'll do whatever
it takes to avoid arrest," I pleaded. A big smile crossed his face and I
almost wished that I could take those words back.
"Well now those are quite encompassing words here Miss, and I would
have no idea what you could do for me that I should give you such a large
break in life. Do you feel that you deserve such a break?"
I have never begged for anything in my life. Yet here I was not only
begging for his mercy but willing to do God knows what. "That is for you
to decide," I responded. Immediately I saw his satisfaction to this
response.
"Good then. You will do exactly as I say without question, is that
completely understood?"
"Yes," I responded. "We will work on your manners later. Right now there
is more important business at hand. All of the events from my tailing you
to your stumbling from your car have been recorded. Any disobedience
from you and I will have your ass down there in the lockup. I have friends
working there and can orchestrate your stay to be very undesirable. Is that
clearly understood?"
"Yes," I stated meekly.
"Now listen very carefully and do exactly as I say. You will get in your
vehicle and drive to the shopping mall located about 1/2 mile ahead on the
right. Turn into the parking area and park next to the marquee entrance
sign along side the road. Lock your vehicle and get into the rear of the
squad car. Go now."
I did as instructed not questioning a thing. As I drove my mind played out
a million scenarios that I envisioned happening to me. My night out had
taken on a new direction, one I had never envisioned. Getting into the
cruiser after parking my vehicle I was given my next set of instructions.
"What room are you in?" The question came as a complete surprise. How
did he know I was staying in a motel let alone knowing which motel? "I
am not asking again. The next time I ask a question and do not get an
immediate and appropriate response I will deliver you to lockup and make
arrangements for your stay. Is that what you want?"
"No," I stammered. "Then once again, what room number is it?" "One
seventeen, first floor back of the building west side," was my immediate
response.
"Much better, you may have potential. Soon we will see," he stated as we
entered the motel lot stopping at the front lobby entrance. "Now give me
your car keys and motel key card. You will go to your room and shave
completely, bath and be ready in an hour. I will pick you up in exactly one
hour. Be ready. Out now," came his next demand.
I wanted to ask but knew better. How was I to get into my room without a
key card? How was I to shave my body as I used an electric razor? With
only an hour, and the clock running I did not have many choices. As he
pulled away I boldly walked into the main lobby and went to the check-in
desk. It was 10:00 PM and the place was fairly empty except for a few
passersby's. Noise was emanating from the lounge where 5 long hours ago
I was eagerly anticipating the evening events before me. Getting the
attention of the night clerk brought some stares from the a couple lounging
about the lobby. I was somewhat passable from a distance to a casual
observer but my voice was a dead giveaway. I believe she found joy in my
predicament. I only provided the basic facts; I was attending a costume
party and had misplaced my key card. After a prolonged set of questions
and providing numerous pieces of identification I received a replacement
card.
"Is there anything else we can get you tonight ma'am?" was her curt
salutation. "Well yes as long as you are in a helpful mood, it seems that I
also misplaced my razor. Would you happen to have a loaner or
disposable available?"
"One moment please," as she disappeared into the back office. She
returned swiftly handing me a small container. "No ma'am there is not a
razor available but I believe this will serve you well," as she smiled and
gave me a little wink. As I left for my room trying desperately to avoid the
gathering crowd I could not help but look at the gift I had received.
Turning the bottle to view the label I read Nair hair removal. I had
contemplated using this product before, but as in shaving my body I had
never mustered up the courage. Now I had no choice. My encounter in the
lobby had taken 15 minutes of my precious time. A quick bath and
application of the hair removal and I was completely smooth. I shaved my
beard as usual, reapplied make up and dressed hurriedly. I did not want to
be late.
A car horn sounded in the parking lot. Was this for me or someone else? I
surely did not want to be late. The mere thought of him sitting and waiting
on me in the lot, his anger ever increasing while I waited inside unsure of
myself sent chills through me. I ran to the window and looked out. The
view from my window only portrayed a portion of the lot and there was no
police car in site. Again a horn sounded, and then I saw headlights flash
from a parked car across the lot. I could not chance it or wait another
minute as I knew his patience would already be wearing thin if it were in
fact him. I hustled out into the hallway and through the door. Trying to
hurry along in 5" heels is not an easy task especially when trying to act as
feminine as possible. I opened the door and slid in and across the seat
beside him. I had decided on the spur of the moment to try my best to
please him. If I was going to be used by him for who knows what maybe I
could take the initiative and control my destiny somewhat.
I had fantasized about being with a man, caressing his cock and taking his
enlarging manhood into my mouth. Part of my feminine side I believed. I
was not gay, yet when I was dressed up I got these strong urges to please.
As my hand slid onto his groin I found that he was already erect and in an
excited state. Before I could determine whether I was the cause of his state
of arousal or it was his anticipation of something else he jumped up
slamming the door open.
"You do not ever touch your master without his prior approval," he
screamed.
Ashamed and scared I stammered, "Yes sir."
"What?" he demanded. "You will always address me as MASTER, is that
perfectly clear?"
"Yes," I meekly replied. "What?" he screamed. "Are you stupid? Do you
want to go downtown to lockup? You keep me waiting out here for over a
minute. You do not address me with the respect and authority I deserve. I
give you the break of a lifetime. Not only do I spare you the arrest you and
consequences of that disgusting dirty jail I allow you to serve and worship
me as my sex slave/sissy. Have I been less than fair?" he continued
screaming. After a short silence I was asked again in a calmer more
controlling voice, "The choice is yours, serve me or time served. Choose
me then you will answer with proper respect and address me accordingly."
Without hesitation I answered, "Yes your master, I wish to serve as your
sex slave."
"Good, then out of the car and assume the position as your training begins
immediately." As I spread my hands across the top of his car I felt his
hand searching my body, this was obviously not a police search. His hands
stroked over my breastforms immediately causing an unexpected
excitement. Sliding up the back of my dress and slip he caressed my
buttocks and then ran his hand across my erect penis. "This will be of no
use to you in the future," he stated as he grabbed a strong hold on my erect
shaft. Then swiftly and with great precision he brought both hands
together cuffing them behind my back in a millisecond. Was this
technique derived from police work or was this an expertise he had
developed from other activities. I already knew the answer as he pulled a
hood over my head and pushed me into the rear seat of his car. The drive
took approximately 15 minutes and the only conversation we had was
short and to the point. My name from now on would be Dyanne, with a
"y".
He was obsessed with a girl on an old television program with that name
and found it fitting for me. I was not sure if it was a compliment or not but
I remained quiet. When the car stopped I was led up a couple of steps and
then down into what I assumed was a basement. I was forced to kneel
down. My hood was raised slightly and I felt what appeared to be a leather
collar being placed around my neck. This was tightened snuggly and I felt
a strange object attached to the backside of the collar. Next I heard metal
clicking and clanging as my head was thrust back and forth from side to
side. The hood was then removed and I found myself kneeling in front of
my new master. The metal sounds I heard were chains attached on one end
to the sides of my collar and the other end to a heavy wooden frame
similar to a doorframe. Only wider and of sturdier construction. This
means of restraint allowed me to rotate my head approximately 30 degrees
and to move up and down on my knees about 12".
I knew immediately what fate awaited me and somehow was not appalled
by the thought. Then I jerked up as an excruciating pain jolted my neck.
"Dyanne, do I have your attention?"
"Yes my Master," knowing not to question his methods. "I believe that
you have excellent potential to be wonderful sex slave. I felt that way from
the moment I first spotted you drive by. I followed you for a while
casually observing your behavior searching for a reason to stop you.
Unable to find a traffic offense I just made up a reason, the tail light, to
allow me the opportunity to size up your potential. Then what a wonderful
set of coincidence set all this up. Now you are mine. You show excellent
potential to be a willing and able sex slave, but you still must endure the
proper training required to reach your true potential in sexual servitude.
Lesson one of your training will commence now. As you can see I have
total control of you. Your collar is a handy tool for such training. It is
equipped with a shock collar used to train dogs. When you disobey,
disrespect, perform inadequately or fail to please me in any manner it will
be used against you. As you can see it can be a very effective deterrent.
Right now it is set at its lowest setting, hopefully it can remain there. You
have already shown the desire for using your hands for my pleasure, as
your training progresses and you become more subservient your restraints
will be removed." With that my training began. My master stood before
me unzipping his pants, only now did I notice his physical attractiveness.
He was over 6' tall, muscular, with an athletic build and short-cropped
hair. What many women would consider a hunk? I felt lucky to have him
as a master. His cock was fully erect, quite large and thick. I would guess
7+ inches. First he rubbed it up and down on the side of my face out of
reach of my waiting lips. I knew he could sense my eagerness and again
was showing me who was in control as he teased me. As he brought the
head of his cock to my lips he pulled back keeping his manhood and the
object of my desire just out of reach.
"Well Dyanne my slave, do you like to suck cock?" What a stupid
question, I thought.
"YES MY MASTER," I screamed.
"Well then you must ask your Master for his permission to suck his cock.
Do you understand?"
"Please may I suck your cock my MASTER?" I begged. How unbecoming
this would be for most but I found it to be extremely erotic.
Again I begged, "Master, please let me suck your cock, I will be eternally
grateful." With that he slowly slid his purple throbbing head into my
awaiting mouth, the precum moistening my lips smearing my red lipstick.
"Slowly run your tongue around the tip of my head," were his commands.
"Keep your lips securely over my shaft, now slowly slide down my shaft,"
the instructions continued. As my instructions continued and I learned
more and more how to please my Master I was certain that I was actually
enjoying this more than he was. Then came his explosion catching me
completely off guard. His cum filled my mouth and as I swallowed his
load as he instructed me on the finer points of this as well. This came as a
great disappointment as I was still enjoying myself immensely and his
cock was now hanging limply and uselessly 3 inches from my face. I felt
more feminine than at any time in my life and felt I knew for sure how
many women had felt when their men had finished prematurely falling off
to sleep leaving them unfulfilled. As I was trying to determine whether I
had been that good to have him cum so quickly or if my master was just
extremely excited by the events of the evening his voice broke my
thoughts.
"Well Dyanne, with any teaching session it is important to practice what
you have learned. So I have arranged for a few my friends from down at
the precinct to come in and allow you to practice all night. Isn't that very
nice of these men to give up their evening to benefit you?"
"Yes Master. I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity. May I have
permission to suck one of your friends cocks?" "Yes you may." And with
that he turned and up stepped a large black man with his cock already in
his hand. It was huge and still not fully erect and I felt this was going to be
more of a challenge. "You are to obey their orders the same as if they
came from me is that clear?" "Yes Master," I mumbled from around his
thrusting cock. As my master left the room I heard him say," I believe I
have found the woman of my dreams." I do hope so.
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