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Expand Your Goth Boundaries By Chrissy Canada Chapter 1 This is the story of how I came to be. My name is, or was Chris. Now I only go by one name, Chrissy. I had struggled with this problem for some time, sure I had had girlfriends, but always deep down I had the feeling that I was different. When I saw a beautiful woman, I didn't give much thought to her. Mostly I gave thought to what she was wearing. So time flies by and I get invited by a group of friends to attend a fetish Halloween party. I was very excited by the prospect. What would my costume be? I decided to ask my friend Anna.We were hanging out at her place. She was a cute but rather large goth girl. When I say large I didn't mean that she was jumbo or anything like that. She was tall, about 6'1", and for a woman, she was cursed with a large frame. "So Anna, what should I wear for halloween?" I asked. "How about a monster?" she replied. "No, I can't afford that" "Famous person?" "No, I want something fun, it is a fetish party!" I said, realizing too late that I had said too much. "A FETISH PARTY!! You never told me you were into that? What kind? What do you like?" Her questions came at a mile a minute. I tried to tell her that I was going because it was something to do on Halloween. She wasn't buying it for a minute. "Well I do have one idea, but I don't know if you would go for it." She said, biting her lip. "What is it?" "Why don't you go as a goth girl?" she said sheepishly. "What? Nooo... I would look ridiculous." I replied. "Umm. Hello, have you seen a goth?" she said gesturing to herself. "We are a little bit out there." "OK, A goth, but why a goth 'girl'?" I asked, putting the stress on 'girl'. "Could I not just go as a goth guy?" "Well you could, but what kind of costume is that? Come on. It's halloween. Nobody will think the less of you." "IF I agree, what would I wear?" I asked. "Well I was thinking about that. Why don't you wear something of mine?" "My heart skipped a beat. Anna was nice, but her style of dress tended to be more of the freakier side of the goth spectrum. I remember when we went with some friends to a simple irish pub, she showed up wearing a short skirt that shot out at almost a 90 degree angle and some very serious corseting. "OK then. Lets say I agree. You are not going to deck me out like the irish pub incident are you?" She pouted a little. "You are no fun at all." "Maybe not, but if I am going to do this than I am not going to get suckered by your warped sense of humour." I smiled, to which she punched me in the arm playfully. "OK, so why don't you come by on Friday afternoon and we will get you all set up for the party?" She offered. "Sure. Why not." I replied, and that was that. We proceeded to just hang around and play some video games, and chat. It wasn't brought up again, but I could see her devious mind working overtime. Oh shit, what have I done? Chapter 2 I spent the rest of the week working and gave little thought to what was up and coming for halloween. I work like that. I put something out of my mind until it has to be addressed. And thats what I did. However there was one thing that I did inquire about to my friend via and email. To: Victor Re: Another person coming? Hey there Vic, regarding the fet party on halloween, I have a friend that wants to come along but she has never been. She is a good friend of mine and I can vouch. Is that OK? I spent the next 6 hours working away on Wednesday until close to wrap up I heard the familiar *BING* on my mac, indicating that I had recieved an email. I checked it and of course it was from victor. To: Chris Re. Re [Another Person coming?] Hey there Chris, Dammit you put this off to the last second. But don't worry about it. You are known by the hostess and she says no problem. Just pay for her ticket at the door. Nice. That would be a suprise for Anna. I know she wanted to come along but I didn't say anything so her hopes could not be dashed. It was a long ride on the bus home and after a nice dinner and a drink of wine, I called Anna up. "Heya, you." "Hi Chris, what's up?" "Oh it's in regards to the party on Halloween." I said. "Oh don't tell me, you are backing out in traditional Chris fashion right?" she said slightly pissed off. "What? Why would you say that?" I said defensively. "Cause you always do that when there is something slightly against your liking. I knew you would do that." She said. "Well suprise, suprise for you then, that's not why I am calling." I said smugly. "Well why then?" She said less agitated. "Well I am calling because I wanted to let you know I got a place reserved for you on the guest list. If you want to go!" "What?!? Thats AWESOME! I really wanted to go to something like this but I didn't think you wanted me there! Ohhhhh this will be so much fun!! Thank you. We are still on for Friday then?" She said going a mile a minute. "Well yeah, I still need a costume. And we have to go together, cause you don't know how to get there right?" I said. "Awesome, be here at 4 o'clock." She said. "Jeez, but we don't leave till 8:00." I said. I of course knew that it would take that long to get ready. "Cause it's going to take that long to get ready." Woah. Deja vu. "Ok then. I will leave a little early. Most of my projects have been wrapped up. See you then" I responded. "Ok then See you then...oooooh this is going to be so much fun..." I heard as she hung up the phone. Work on Thursday was a mad dash to get this production out. I'm a vide editor you see, and although I love my work, sometimes its a real mad dash to the finish line. Lucky for me I caught a few breaks and managed to tie up all the loose ends and only had to tidy up on Friday. Three rolled around and I was pretty much done so I decided to head out early and make it over to Anna's. The bus ride over there was murder and took a little longer than expected, but I finally arrived just past four. I went up the elevator to Anna's floor, stepped off the elavator and heard the tell tale sign that Anna was home. Some old school sisters of Mercy were wailing and she was at the end of the damn hallway. Making my way to her door I knocked, waited and then rapped my knuckles rather loudly, trying to get her attention. I heard the music turn down and heard a muffled 'Hold on'. The door opened and she was standing there in a pair of faded black jeans and a black T-shirt. "Come on in." She said with a smile. I did and walked in to the living room, and went to sit on the couch. "Oh no buster, we have too much work to do to you. You need a bath first and a little grooming you hairy ape." "Who you calling hairy I said smiling." I said turning around and heading into the bathroom. "OK Kong, there is a bottle of nair on the counter, use it." She said throuigh the door. "How?" I responded. "Rub it everywhere there is hair below your neck, leave it on for 15 minutes and then wipe it off with the pink towel. Oh and there are some fresh razor blades in the medecine cabinet. Shave reeeal close, And please don't nick your face." So I ran myself a bath and while that was running I smeared the foul smelling substance all over my body. I waited and waited and noticed a tingly sensation over certain parts of my body. Especially those hard to reach places where as they say, 'the sun don't shine'. After about 15 minutes and 3 to be sure I grabbed the pink towel and started to wipe it off. No I KNEW what it was supposed to do. But what I didn't know was now much hair was actually on my body. Great gobs of the stuff came off. "Jesus, Anna, this stuff is strong. And it stinks." "All for beauty my dear," She replied off somewhere in the apartment like a cackling witch.Uh oh. Now here was a mistake. I had smeared this stuff everywhere. Shit. I was hairless and I mean EVERYwhere. From my neck down, I was hairless, that included, ass, crack, crotch and underarms. I sighed deeply. At least it was not permanent. I got into the bath which had been sitting till it was nice and warm and not scalding. I don't think my poor body could handle that. I soaked for a few minutes and decided that I should wash up. What I was not ready for was the feeling of the soap gliding over my hairless skin... now that was a perk. It felt nice, kind of sensuous. Wow, so that's what woman get out of a bath. After 15 or 20 minutes in the bath, I felt nice and relaxed and decided that now was the time to shave. After finding the nice 3 blade disposable razors I used some of her shaving gel to clean up my scruffy face. Now I have had a nice goatee for a few years. I could grow one back in no time flat, but still, it was a bit of a swallow having to shave it off. But I did, choking back my pride. Hmmm... not bad. I look pretty damn nice. "Are you done woman???" I heard from outside the door. "I have something I need to do to you before you get out of the bathroom." "Well throw me a robe and I might be obliged to let you in." I replied in a falsetto of Scarlet O'Hara. She came back in a few minutes, knocked and I opened the door, peeking around the side of it. She stood faced away holding up a black terry cloth robe. "Thanks" I said. I threw the robe on and opened the door. She scooted past me VERY quickly and closed the door. "Don't want the steam to escape that quickly," she said. "Now here, sit down," pointing to the toilet seat. I did as I was told and she came up to me holding a pair of tweezers in one hand. "Is that really necessary?" I inquired. "Yes. No girl has a bushy set of eyebrows. So I am either going to pluck them and leave you with something or I am going to shave them off and you can explain it at work." she giggled. I made a rolling motion with my eyes and let her go about. YEAOWCH. "That hurt dammit!" I yelped. "Oh quit being such a baby, you'll get used to. Now hold still for a few minutes." she said. So I stayed there and let yet pluck my eyebrows into some thin pencil eyebrows. Let me tell you that if you ever have the chance to go through that, I strongly recommend against it. Ouch. "OK then now then, lets get you dressed." she said. Apprehensively I inquired "Don't you have to um ... do my make up or something?" "Don't you know anything about women? You do your make up AFTER you get dressed. Plus it'll take a while because I have to do it to you. Now stop being a baby. We have to get you dressed. Come on." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. She sat me down on the bed. "Hmmm... ok now let's see. what should we get you to wear. first you are going to need some underwear. Hmmmm ... OK here you are, bra and panties." She handed me a set of bra and panties. They were a beautiful deep purple velvet. She was already digging in the closet. She came out of her closet and was holding a beautiful black PVC skirt and a frilly petticoat to go under it. "Oh this will be gorgeous. Oh and I know what will go with it. But first you better put this stuff on. Oh and here, put these on." She handed me some hose. She walked out and gave me a chance to put this stuff on. I shed the robe and stood up. Bending down I slid up the panties. When they got up to my crotch I decided to try the trick I saw on line when I did a little research. I tucked my genitalis back between my legs and pulled the panties up. I then took the bra and snapped it on the front, spun it around my back and slipped my arms into the straps. I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up the hose and slipped my toed into the toe, feeling good that I had remembered to clean up my toes. I pulled up the tights. I grabbed the skirt and pulled it up followed by the petticoat. "Oh that is really beautiful. That bra really suits you." "Oh ha ha," I said. "No really. I looks good, You should see this." she said as she held up a pretty sever looking corset. "Now lets get you into this." "Jeez Anna, how do you afford this stuff?" I said. "Save and buy!" she said as she wrapped the under-the-bust corset around me. OOF I said as she pulled the laces tight. That was VERY tight, but she didn't stop. She just kept pulling until I could hardly breath. I hardly had a chance to breath before she looked me up and down and said..."Hmmmm... it needs something else. Oh I have just the thing. A nice long pair of fishnet gloves should do the trick." She said while she was digging around in her drawer. She handed me a pair of fishnet gloves, the kind that when worn, are held to the hand by a loop at the middle finger. "Umm, I feel a little bare up here" I said, motioning to my upper chest and shoulders. "Oh don't worry about that, the hair will cover a bit of it and you want to show off a little cleavage." She said giggling. What kind of hair would cover this up I wondered. "Ok you, come here, let's get you some make up." She motioned me over to a make up table with a big ornate gothic looking mirror. Jesus, this corset makes me sit up pretty straight. I sat upright and she stood in front of me. First was what looked to be some foundation I guess, to which she followed up with some eye make up and then some lip gloss. She painted my lips but I didn't know what color, mostly because I was letting her do this with my eyes closed. "Want this to be a suprise huh?" She said. "Yeah actually I do." I said. "Well I am glad that you are starting to enjoy this. Ok just one more thing and the illusion will be complete. Now keep your eyes shut." She said as I felt something large and kind of heavy descending onto my head. I assumed it was a wig. And after a few minutes of bobby pins and the like she announced she was done. "OK then, are you ready?" she asked. "You bet." "OK then, open your eyes." I did, and what met me was more than a shock to say the least. My face was intricatley made up with dark purple and silver eye shadow, around the edges of my eyes, she had created a swirling design with a pencil that looked like art, on my lips was a lucious purple lip gloss outlined in black. On my head was a gorgeous wig of purple and black hair, which came up into 2 big pigtails on the top with big black and purple dreadlocks. I was dumbfounded. She motioned me to stand up and walked me over to a full mirror. And there standing in black and purple striped stockinged feet, black PVC skirt with petticoat and black leather corset was a fairly attractive and exotic goth girl. Yes I was a big girl, but with what Anna had done I really looked good. Even with some male features showing through, I looked beautiful. "Omigod, I look so gorgeous. Anna, how?" I asked. She giggled, "just a little work, some make up and some tightening and anyone can look as hot as you." She said as she planted a kiss on my cheek. "Stop it or you'll ruin my make up!" I said. Suddenly we both stopped and for reasons unknown to me at that time, a big smile came to my face and we both started laughing. "OK, Now why don't you go hang around in the living room, I have to get ready. I want you to think of how women walk and talk and I want you to practice a little OK?" she asked. "Sure, I would be happy to." I said as I did the best sway I could. I went over to the couch and thought about how I should sit. After a bit of thought, I kept my knees together, my back straight (as if I could bend in this corset) and smoothed my skirt under me as I sat down. As I was sitting there, I lifted my foot and pointed my toes. Hmmmm, I thought as I ran my hands up and down my legs. This feels nice. Kinda sexy. *GIGGLE*... Did that just come from me? Wow I thought, this corset feels great. The skirt, and the way the wig feels, all so free. And as I moved about I thought to myself, how would I move if I was a woman. Mmmm... Feline. Catlike. Sensual. I picked up a magazine from the side table and subconciously slid my legs under me on the couch. I was reading an issue of 'Goth Scene' or something. I found the articles about hair and clothes interesting, given my present condition. I let my finger trace slowly around my collar bone. Mmm. I like that. I waited probably no more that 40 minutes when I heard the bedroom door open and Anna came walking out. She was wearing a pair of over the knee socks, black, a short plaid kilt and a tight white blouse. Over that she had a tight mini corset, a cute tie which hung down and she wasn't wearing any wig, ust her blue hair, and her blue make up to make her seem all the more sensual. On her feet she was wearing a pair of mary janes which had a rose on each toe. On her arms she was wearing some heavy 'O-ring' leather cuffs. And around her neck she was wearing a nice leather collar with spikes. "Oh wow, you look so hot," I said in my best femme voice. "So do you. And your voice is pretty good. Where did you learn that?" she asked. "Well, I did a little research before I came over. I read that the biggest mistake is talking in a fake high pitch and being too breathy. I just thought, like, I would be myself and fuck it if anyone has a problem," I said trying to act like a bitch. I have to admit it felt good. "Well you got it down pat. We should go wait for the cab." She said. "What, I thought we would just wait here." I said. "And NOT let everyone in my building get a look at us. Hell NO. I want everyone to see just how sexy goth chicks can be." "Right. Just one problem." I said as I pointed my hands down to my feet as I shifted the weight of my hips." "Oh right. Hmmm ... should you wear some 6 inch heels or something more comfortable?" she said as she eyed me up and down. "Well as much as I would like to see you teeter about on some high heels, I think a pair of these will do way better." She said as she pulled out a box and handed them to me. I opened the box, and inside were a pair of big, black, shiny vinyl boots. "Omigod, Anna, where did you get these?" "Well, the one thing different about us is you have bigger feet than I do, so I thought I would get you something special," she said blushing slightly. "Anna, I, these must have cost a fortune. I can't accept these." I said. "Yes you can, and you'll really offend me if you don't accept them. You know hard it is to find a pair of boots to fit your feet that aren't grandma boots?" she said, her tone was slightly raised. "But Anna..." "No Chris. I haven't got you a good gift for Christmas or your birthday in a really long time, so you can consider these as catching up. Now please try them on?" She had taken on a slightly pleading tone. There was nothing to say otherwise. I examined the boots. They were knee high, black vinyl, but they had big buckles, silver with little skull and cross bones up the front. They had a slightly elevated heel above the foot, probably 3 inches, but the heel was a part of the 2 inch platform made of sturdy foam. I unbuckled them and realized as I tried to bend over that it would be impossible while I was wearing the corset. "Hee hee hee. Here, let me help." Anna gently got to her knees in front of me and looked at me. "Point your toes Chrissy. Then push your foot in," she said as she held the boot in front of me. I made a mental note of what she had called me, but to be completely honest, it sounded like it suited me. I watched as my pointed stocking clad foot slipped into the boot. The feeling was absolutely electric. I made a push in sync with her and my foot slid into the boot. "See, there are some real perks to being a girl." As she said this, one of her fingernails found the back of my knee and tickled it gently. That felt reeeeally nice. She smiled at me with a mischievous grin as she started to buckle the boot, and she buckled them tight. She stood up and l took her hand. She pulled me up and we stood in front of the mirror in the front of her apartment. There we were, two 6-foot-2 goth girls looking freaky and all I could say was wow. I love this. She handed me something else. It was black, rubber and looked like a bug. "What's this?" "Its called a bug-bag. Hot amongst the fetish and the goth scene. You can wear this so you don't have to carry a purse or anything. I have something similar. But I thought I would go with the book bag to go with the schoolgirl look." "It's awesome." "Well, we had better get going." With a deep breath I walked out the door and on to the fetish party. Chapter 3 Walking downstairs to meet the cab was an interesting start. Getting on the elevator there was a guy who looked to be in his mid twenties, who looked like he had just come back from the gym. I felt Anna give me a little nudge and smiled, making a head gesture towards the guy. We got real close and she started to whisper nonsense into my ear then looking at the guy, I followed her lead and started twirling my hair and trying to look sexy. He stared at us for about 20 seconds then looked down a his feet. He peeked back at me and I gave him a wink and a fake kiss. He looked down again and I could tell he was blushing. Oooo ... what fun. For some reason I looked down and was actually very surprised by the fact that he had a serious hard on. Omigod, did I do that? He looked back up at me in a pretty nerdish way and I waved at him. He smiled back at me. I did notice that he was wearing a T-shirt that had an anime logo on it. I recognized it from Akira, as our elevator came to the ground floor, Anna and I exited the elevator and I purposefully walked close to the guy, and whispered,"I looove Akira, I think Canada is hot," and slipped past him. He stood there dazed. The last I saw of him was of a man trying desperately to find the 'door open' button. But, alas. He missed it. "You flirt!" Anna said. "What did I do?" I asked innocently. "You were totally hitting on that poor guy," she said, lightly punching my arm. "Yeah, so what if I was, he was kinda cute," I said mischievously. "Oh my, did you just say that?" she said, her face kinda blank. "Yeah, so I am getting into the role." I said and winked at her. We left her apartment building and made some silly small talk while we waited for the cab. When it arrived, we opened the door to the Lincoln. I smoothed my skirt under me and twisted my legs in after. I slid across the leather seats to the best of my abilities. (Hey you try that in a vinyl skirt. Bet you won't have good luck with it either.) Anna slid in next to me and we started giggling, saying how much fun we were going to have. I noticed the cab driver sneaking glances in our direction, I smiled and caught his eyes in the mirror. I blushed 20 shades of red and looked down. The party was being held at Vic's house out on his farm. As we got closer, we could see many cars parked near the house. I could see some light coming from the barn, where Vic had set up some lights and speakers and was holding the main portion for the party. The special part, where people could play, was being held in the house itself, where people could let loose a little. Diana, Vic's wife was taking care of the house portion with some very competent friends. When the cab came to a complete stop I turned my back to Anna and said in my new girly voice, "Anna can you grab my wallet so I can pay for the cab." She started to unzip the bug bag and reached in. "Sure thing Chrissy." I payed for the cab and got out. Looking at the barn I turned to Anna and asked, "what's with all this Chrissy stuff?" "Well, if you are going to be a girl, then you need a girls name. I thought a derivative of your name like Chrissy would be nice," she replied. "But why Chrissy? Why not Christine, or Crystal?" I asked. "Sure, if you want to be a super catholic girl, or a dumb cheerleader. No Chrissy suits you and you have to live with it. Now come on! I hear a party!" She said as she grabbed the ring at my collar and pulled me towards the barn. We entered the barn and my senses were blasted with lights and sound. There were people in all kinds of dress and undress. I looked over to Anna and she was completely awestruck. I grabbed her arm and pulled her over to an empty table and sat her down. "Oh...my...god...this is so awesome, and everyone looks so hot!" "Hello there ladies," came a voice. We both watched in amazement as a woman walked up to us. What was amazing was what she was wearing. On her feet was a pair of what looked to be 6 inch high heels in black, covering the feet slipped into those was a pair of black seamed stockings, which ran underneath a black rubber maids uniform. Her head was covered in a tight latex hood and her arms were pulled tight behind her back in an arm binder. Attached to the black leather collar was a chain which ran down to a tray hanging at her waist. "What can I get you to drink?" She asked politely. I smiled to myself and looked to Anna, she was awestruck. "Well, well. Aren't you a beautiful thing. What's your name?" I asked leaning over to her." "Umm.. My name is Jennifer..." "No, no, no..." I leaned over and my gloved hand caressed and then I grabber her nipple ring through her latex. "I said, WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?" "Ooowww...ohh...please don't." She moaned. "Anna, would you please grab her other nipple. I need to know her other REAL name." "Chris... um Chrissy, I..." she stammered. "I SAID GRAB HER TIT NOW!" I barked at Anna. Anna, with rather fast reflexes grabbed the woman's tit. She slowly turned. With slow and painfully seduction we twisted and tweaked the rubber servants nipples harder and harder. "Ooohhh... mmm... oh please stop, its too embarrassing." I leaned over to the maid and gently said "Tell us your real name you sweet little thing and we will stop. Think how angry Master Victor will be when he finds out you disobeyed." I said. "Ohhhh...please Mistress. My... my name is Milk Bags. Because I have these huge tits." I let go of her nipples and motioned to Anna to stop. Anna let her hand caress the maids breast gently. I noticed her hand lingered a little longer than it should have. "Ohh... ouch... may I... t.take your drink order ladies? Ahem..." Milk Bags said. "Yes you may." Anna said jumping in. "I will have a beer and my girl here will have a cosmopolitan. Oh and don't forget the girly stuff." "Yes ma'am," milk bags said and bounced off. "Well, what did you think of that?" I asked. "I...I don't know. I just kind of got a rush. I loved the feel of her outfit. I wonder what it would be like to wear that." "mmmm.... I wonder what that would look like, you all trussed up in tight black rubber." "No way! If I was to do that, you would be my twin. I would want to see you in rubber too." she said. I leaned over and stuck my neck out, and looked at her. "Be careful what you wish for." I said. Milk bags returned with our drinks. I asked what the cost was and she replied, "Oh no Miss, Master Vic has paid for everything, we maids jest have to be sure of how much everyone drinks." She waddled away to her next table. We were sitting at the table simply watching the people all around us. There was a couple over by the bar, kissing passionately, over at another table there was a man dressed all in leather, holding a leash to a person dressed as a dog, in a full furry suit. Out on the dance floor there were a couple dozen people dancing, all rather provocatively. I looked over to Anna, she was sitting there straight backed, just taking it all in. "Wow, this is all just so...sexual. I couldn't believe there were parties like this just floating around. "Is there anything that you see that you like?" I asked. She scanned the room. And her eyes stopped on a couple. The man was dressed in tight leather pants, and wearing a tight rubber t-shirt. On his head was perched a nice tall leather cap. At his feet was a gorgeous woman, dressed in a pair of fishnet pantyhose, and a vinyl leotard, on her feet were a pair off 6 inch spikes that looked very difficult to walk in. The woman was paying very close attention to the mans boots. She was licking them and cleaning them liberally with her tongue. I smiled to myself. "You mean that woman licking that mans boots?" "Yeah. That's really hot. He is really hot. I wonder what it would be like," she said kinda dreamy like. "Do you want to find out?" I asked. "What now? Umm... no... not right now... I just want to drink it in," she said, a little shyly I might add, which was very strange for Anna, as she is usually out going. I smiled at her and told her to wait just a second. She stammered a response like, "where you going?" I smiled and walked over to the man. I smiled at him and asked he could come over to our table. He looked at me and said in a very straight forward manner... "Young lady, I will be by your table too rest assured. You will just have to wait your turn like this little strumpet." he said. I was rather taken aback. He had taken me for a woman. Wow. I dropped my voice back down to normal and looked him right in the eye. "Vic you son-of-a-bitch, you still owe me 50 bucks from our last poker game. You want everyone here to know you are a Master that doesn't pay up?" His face went white for a minute and it took him more than a second to register. The pretty woman at his feet looked up in shock. He looked down at her and said in a menacing tone. "You keep your mouth quiet girl. Or you might end up in big trouble with your Master. You understand?" The girl looked up and in a very fake female voice HE said, "yes Master Victor" "Good, now off with you. Go to Mistress Elandra, tell her I sent you for boot duty." I was a little startled this time. I would have sworn that the cross-dresser was a woman. Vic turned and looked up at me. "Bloody Hell Chris, you wanna just come out and tell me you were coming as a beautiful and I might say very delectable girl next time. If I had known I would have offered you some maid duty." "Sorry Vic, this is strictly a Halloween affair. I did it because of my friend I brought. She is a newbie and she might be scared off if the host of the party didn't settle her nerves. Plus if you give her the newbie speech you do so rarely I will call off the debt." He looked at me, up and down. I was feeling a little uncomfortable with his gaze. He was appraising me, the bastard. I knew he was Bi, but I, one of his good friends was turning him on. "Sorry about the twice over, but I thought you should know how she is feeling." The bastard was good. He knew how to play peoples minds. He should, he is a very talented psychiatrist. "Yeah, cause she isn't interested in getting attention," I said. He smiled at me and said "she isn't the only one looking for attention tonight. May I ask why you are wearing such a flirty skirt? Or such a tight corset? If you are not careful someone may try to claim you!" I blushed and before I could catch myself, I found myself saying, "that would be nice," with a very demure smile. "Haaa! I knew it. Why don't we go over and say hello to your friend. Oh and by the way, I need a name." "I told you in the email her name is Anna." I said. "I know her name, I meant you little girl," he said as his hand brushed some hair out of my face. I was a little shocked, not just by the fact he did it, but by the fact that my heart was beating a mile a minute when his hand found my skin. "My name is Chrissy." I said. "My name is Chrissy what?" he said sternly. I thought my heart would explode. I looked down at my skirt and noticed I was swiveling a little. "My name is Chrissy Sir?" "Well that is much better Chrissy. And I must say that you are playing the part well. Now let's go meet Anna." We walked over towards our table and I found myself walking slightly behind him to the left with my hands folded over my stomach. Anna was looking at me with a big smile. "Hello, you must be Anna," he said as he slid into the chair, leaving me to stand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "Hi. You must be Victor the guy running this wicked party," she replied as she extended he hand. Instead of shaking it he gently took her hand and brought his lips close to it and breathed a little on it before his lips gently met the skin on the back of her hand. I could see Anna visibly sigh. "Yes I am, but you can call me Vic until you get your bearings," he said as he gently took her hand in both of his. "Wha... what do you mean?" she asked, re-composing herself. "Well if you discover you are a submissive little schoolgirl, you can call me Sir, or maybe even MASTER. But if you are a dominant, you can call me Vic. Until then Vic is OK. Now most people that are new to this usually find someone leading them into it. But Chrissy here," he gestured to me, "says I should be nicer than just tying you up and introducing you to a crop. Around here we have a safeword. If something is too much then you can say 'Spilt Milk' and everything will stop and someone will assist you. You don't have to do anything you do not want to. Everyone here has been vouched by someone else but we always are careful. Usually follow the credo, 'If really in doubt, don't'. If you have any questions you can ask Chrissy, a maid, myself, or my wife, who you will meet if you want to participate in a little more private play. Do you understand?" "Yes, yes I understand. Thank you. This is all really fun," she replied. "Good, just as it's supposed to be. Welcome to the party," he said as he got up. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I have to go play host now. You two behave, I won't want to have to punish you," he said as he stared deep into her eyes. "And you Chrissy, maybe later the two of you can come over to the house and we can all have a little fun in the dungeon," and he leaned in to me and gently kissed me on the lips and I let out a little squeal as his hand snuck around and squeezed my hard. I stood there stunned as Vic walked away and greeted other guests. I heard a laughter coming from behind me. Anna was laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Well, it seems that you are more of a girl than we first thought. Did you see the way he was looking at you?" she said. "I wasn't the only one." I said. We stared at one another for a few seconds and then started laughing. A long fit of girlish giggles. "Did you see how hot he was for us? I think your friend Vic likes Chrissy." "Yeah, I think he has a thing for Anna as well. Miss kissy hands." I made some sardonic kissy motions with my lips and hands. To which Anna threw a napkin at me. "Shut up. " She said. I smiled at her and said, "well I would have to say that was the first time I was ever treated like that." "Was it all bad?" "No." "I also noticed, the way you walked behind him with your head down. Is that a 'submissive' thing you told me about?" "Um... yeah. I dunno why, but he seemed to just bring that out. My heart was like boom-boom," I said, blushing under all my girly make up. "Awww...Chrissy is in love!" she said. "You shut up, or you might end up over in the house getting punished!" I said pointing my finger at her. "Maybe..." she said, looking off into space. Omigosh, was my friend Anna entertaining the thought of getting into a scene? The music switched from a drone to a little more of a beat. "Hey, lets go dance!" Anna said brightly. "Sure. But how does a girl like me dance?" I asked. "Simple, pull whatever is stuck up white boys asses out of yours and then just move to the beat, like water! Like this!" was her reply as she stood up and danced like a goth girl over to the dance floor. I sucked up my courage, smoothed out my vinyl skirt, pulled up my corset and ran out onto the dance floor with her. To begin with I was dancing pretty stiffly. But I unstuck whatever was in my ass as Anna would say and started to feel myself loosen up as my drink worked its way to my brain. I gyrated, slithered and slid, dancing with my hands above my head. I noticed a woman staring over in our direction, specifically at Anna, and after the third song, she danced towards her. She was a stunning woman in a red latex catsuit right up to her neck, big black boots like mine, a black corset with red piping to match the catsuit, but what was really interesting was the fact that she had a shaved head. She danced right up to Anna and started to dance with her, I watched as the woman, who was probably no more than 5'5" danced with Anna's 6 foot frame. It was a delicious difference in contrast. The woman seductively slipped her hand around Anna's waist and they ground close to each other, dancing nose to nose. Anna wrapped her arms around the woman and they danced. I was watching this spectacle, feeling happy that Anna found a dance partner, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was staring at a chest. Kinda surprised I looked up and was staring into the face of a man who was at least 6'11". I continued to dance, while looking him over, which prompted him to start dancing with me. I looked down, and noticed he was hearing big goth boots, with a big platform, but that's the only boost he had! He was wearing tight leather pants with a cod piece attached to the front, and oh my! It was stuffed to bursting. On his upper torso he was wearing a tight rubber tank top, long industrial rubber gloves, and his face. Oh my, I felt my knees go a little weak. He had this strong yet kind looking face with steely blue eyes that seemed to bore right into you. He had a brown mustache and a triangular soulpatch under it. His hair was a little long, but kept well. I don't know if it was how I was dressed, the drink, or the fact that I found this man HOT. Well, what the fuck, this is a fetish party after all. Why couldn't I let go just for once. I was always so uptight, in control. Well, not tonight. My dancing took on a much more erotic nature, I began to feel more like a feline in my corset and skirt. He was taking notice too, as I turned around so my back was facing him, he put his big strong hands on my waist. He pulled me close and because of the cod piece, I could see how appreciative of me dancing with him. What really took me by surprise was when the music changed to a slower romantic feel. I now was in hotter water, but when I looked over to Anna, she and red were over at the table, sitting back and watching me. They were laughing and waving at me. Ooooo... how dare they laugh. Fine, I will show them. As my big handsome dance partner was turning away, apparently thinking I was done, I gently reached down and took his hand. "Please," I said. "Just... one more dance?" I said. Ooohhh his smile at that melted me. "For you my dove, anything," he said as his arms gently wrapped around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. "My name is James, what might your name be?" I sighed, and sank into his chest. "My name is Chrissy." I thought he might take advantage of the situation, but he was a total gentleman. I danced two slow songs with him. At the end of the song 'Black velvet' I looked up into his eyes, he into mine and we moved closer lips parting and... Chapter 4 Our lips moved closer and closer, finally with one electric touch our lips met and he pulled me close and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. My lips parted when I felt his tongue pressing against them. His tongue danced a tango in my mouth, and I felt my knees give out, but he held me up with his strength. So this is what it feels like to be a woman in a man's arms. In that one sensuous kiss, my whole world felt different. I felt vulnerable and free. I then realized that he probably didn't know I was really a boy under all this frill and leather. My leather gloved hands slowly pushed him back. "Thank you. Thank you very much James." I stammered. "You are very welcome my princess," he said. "So are those your friends over there?" he asked pointing to Anna and her new friend. "Yeah at least one of them is. She just met that other woman." I said blushing. "You look a little shaken, are you all right?" "Yeah, that just happened... quickly." I said, blushing. "But you liked it right?" James asked. "Mmm hmm. " I nodded. "Well then. Why don't you go back to your friends and I will see you later tonight?" James said. I was somewhat confused. I knew I needed some air. But at the same time I knew I wanted another kiss. So I did what felt right. I lifted my leather clad hand up and placed it on his cheek. I then lifted myself onto my toes and kissed him again. This time however, he put both hands on my ass and lifted my 6'1 frame off the ground and held me there as we kissed. he gently put me back down on the dance-floor. Ooohhh... I felt totally elated. "I'll catch up with you later in the evening OK?" he said into my ear, "and maybe I can get you to come over to the house and play a little." "Umm... oh... Okay," I said meekly to the big strong man, as I turned and started towards my table, his hand gently slipping from mine. I turned back and looked him in the eye and said "if my friend and I go over to the house. I'll be sure to find you James" "I can't wait Chrissy," he said as he took two steps back, turned and disappeared into the crowd. I walked back towards the table. What had I said. I told a man that I would play with him if I went over to the house. I am really into this whole girly thing now. But a part of me tingled and I felt a tingling in my groin at the thought of playing closely with James. "Well, someone had a good dance. Didn't you... Chrissy," Anna said, "you make such a cute couple." "Yeah, you really had his attention. But not as much as he had yours," giggled the woman. "Well, so what, a girl has needs too you know," I said stopping their giggling in their tracks, "and you might be?" "Oh I'm sorry, I am Jasmine. It's a pleasure to meet you Chrissy," she said. "Likewise Jasmine. It seems you two were a pretty item on the dance floor as well!" I said smiling as I took a seat. "Well what can I say, I'm a sucker for big girls! Especially the gothy ones. Like little Anna here," she said as she put a hand on Anna's thigh and smiled at her. "Gee Anna. I didn't know you swung that way." I said. "Neither did I, well, not for a long time I guess. I played around with women a bit in university. And besides, this red rubber outfit doesn't hide a thing!" "Have you been coming to these parties long, Jasmine, I've never seen you around here before?" I asked. "Actually this is my first one. I used to go out dressed like this to the clubs in New York, but when I moved here, it took a while to find the scene." Jasmine replied. We made some small talk, apparently Jasmine is a lawyer who decided she had had enough of New York life and decided to move up to Canada to take it easy for a while. She had actually studied both Canadian and American law and made herself a tidy sum as she put it. I felt the need for another drink and motioned to our sexy maid, 'Milk bags' to attend to us. "May I serve you Miss?" she said. Jasmine piped in before I could ask. "Yes, I want a double rum and coke, Chrissy will have a cosmopolitan, and what would you like slave?" as she turned to Anna. She looked somewhat dumbfounded, and looked to me for an answer. I just smiled and took a sip of my former drink. "Slave, don't keep me waiting!" Jasmine said forcefully."Umm... May I have a rye and ginger." Anna asked, trying to sound confident. "No slave. You ask me if you may have a Rye and Ginger. Now try again properly," Jasmine said sternly. "May I please have a Rye and Ginger... umm... Mistress?" "That is much better. You heard the order slave. Off with you." To which the maid made a cute submissive curtsey and tottered off. "Why did you do that?" Anna asked. This time I piped in. "Because she was testing your nature. Seeing if there was a submissive in you. What she doesn't know is that you have never tried domination and submission," to which Jasmine replied. "Very good Chrissy, although I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" Game on I thought and looked her right in the eye. "That's because I don't need your permission to speak from you, Jasmine. And you had better believe that if you try to dominate me without my consent, you would find your gorgeous ass over my knee Jasmine," I said leaning in. She joined me and leaned in close and said with a smile. "Oh, so you are a dominant eh? Didn't seem so dominant out on the dance floor in your man's arms!" she said. "That's because I am not dominant. I choose whom I submit or dominate to." I said. "Oh really. So you don't want to submit to me?" Jasmine asked. "I didn't say that. I just don't know if James is going to have me tonight or not." WHOA. I really am becoming girly. Jasmine smiled, then laughed and I laughed too. Milk bags returned with our order moments after our giggle fest died down. "Thank you slut," Jasmine said taking the drinks off the tray. "Now turn for me slave. Slowwwly. Now Anna, tell me. How much would you like to wear something like that. A tight rubber maids uniform? With a nice arm binder, leaving you vulnerable to some nasty femme domme to play with you?" Jasmines hand was moving up and down Anna's thigh, running her long red nails across the sensitive flesh. "It would be interesting." Anna said. "It would be interesting what?" Jasmine said. "It would be interesting Mistress," Anna said as Jasmine grabbed and pulled hard on the 'o' ring at Anna's collar. "Good girl. I may just have to inquire about that later on." Jasmine mused. "Excuse me Miss, may I be excused to go back to my duties?" Milk bags asked. "Yes, yes, yes. Go on." Said Jasmine waving a hand dismissively. We sat and chatted. We watched the crowd as even more people arrived. I was surprised when I felt a nudging against my leg. I looked down to find a young twink of a man on all fours looking up at me. I looked down with a smile and asked, "And who are you little one?" I asked. "My name is Devon Mistress, I wa... was w... w... wondering if I could serve you?" he said looking very nervous. I looked him over. He was wearing a pair of white shorts and a collar around his neck. And socks... ewww... socks! He was most assuredly a newbie. I asked, "And who is your owner?" "Nnn... nn.. nobody Mistress." he said. "Is this your first time here?" I asked. "Yes Mistress" he replied. I looked over to Anna and Jasmine who were looking on with rapt attention. "Could you two maybe go for a dance or mingle or something?" After which I mouthed the word 'Newbie' to Jasmine who if she knew her stuff, knew that he needed some attention. "Come on Anna, lets go mingle. And you can tell me which of the things you see you like." Jasmine said, grabbing Anna's hand. "But I want to..." Anna said, but Jasmine cut her off by whispering in her ear the reasons. "Ohhh. OK. I understand. Maybe we can talk some more Jasmine." to which they got up and started walking away. I looked down at the thin and apparently scared little slave kneeling at my feet. I felt powerful despite the fact I am usually submissive. I gently put my finger under his chin and lifted it up to face me. "What is your name?" I asked in a sultry voice. "Mi...Michael, Mistress." He meekly answered. "First time at a fetish event?" I asked. "Yes Mistress. This is my first time." he said. "Well for starters, what makes you think I am dominant?" "I didn't Mistress. I just...wel..." "You hoped I was?" I asked. "Yes Mistress." his eyes cast downward. "Well most of the time I am not but I feel rather... kinky tonight." I said as leaned down to him and ran my hand over my nylon clad legs. I think "I might play a bit with you." "Thank you Mistress." "Don't call me that. I am by no stretch a Mistress. Now what could you do to show your affection." I said. Thinking about it, my feet were pretty sore in my boots. "Slave. Take off my boots." He looked at me and smiled. "Yes Ma'am." He practically jumped at my feet. I swatted his head. "SLAVE. What the hell do you think you are doing? I am giving you the pleasure of taking my boots off. Now show me some pleasure." I said in a stern raised voice. He lowered his head, and carefully put his hand on the back of my knee. He gently stroked the skin underneath my striped stockings. He looked puzzled but only for a second as he gently leaned in and took the loose end of the lace in his teeth and gently pulled. The way he was slowly working it was very sensual. I ordered him to sit between my legs, facing away from me. He did as commanded and I gently draped my leg over his shoulder and leaned down. I whispered in his ear, "now my legs and feet are the world to you. You will worship them and imagine they are the most precious thing in the world." He breathed in deeply and wrapped his arms around my leg, hugging them while untying the laces. But always running his hand up and down my leg. Such a luxurious feeling. After the last lace and buckle had been undone, he pulled the boot slowly off. As my foot slowly emerged in a cute pointed fashion, I leaned down and whispered gently. "Kiss it. Kiss my foot precious." and he did, he gently lifted it up and planted a very gentle and sensuous kiss on the top of my foot. For a newbie, he was a natural. So nice. "Now Devon, why don't you remove the other boot, but this time, face me." He turned on the floor and gently took my other foot into his hand and scooted up closer. I shifted my boot so that it moved right into his groin. He let out an audible moan. I used my other foot and placed it under his chin and using my striped, nylon clad toes I lifted his face to meet mine. His eyes were big brown, and the nervousness had disappeared. "I am going to tease you with this foot, but you are to focus only on the boot. Now go on." He slowly ran his hands up my boot and sweetly rubbed my calf. I was really liking this a whole lot. So very gentle and caring. I had so much power over him as my toes traced his bones lines in his shoulders. On and on this went. A couple of times he took little nips at the toes to which I ground my foot harder into his crotch. I knew he was liking it. As my other foot popped out of the boot, I used both my feet to massage his groin. My toes and stockings playing a medley on the instrument underneath those briefs. I felt him jerk and spasm and realized HE HAD CUM! I Christian, no Chrissy, brought this sweet little boy to orgasm just by using my feet. He smiled at me and looked down, mortified. Again I used my feet to raise his head to face me. "That was nice?" I asked. "Oh yes. That was fantastic. But...." he stopped. I was concerned over the look of concern. "What is it Devon?" "You didn't really get as much out of that as I did right?" "Its OK. You look happy enough and that makes me happy." I responded. He stared off and then looked concentrated, then turned his eyes up towards mine. "May I at least stay and chat?" "That is so sweet the way you asked. But as equals" I said. "OK....As equals." He then picked up my foot again and rubbed it hard with both of his thumbs. OH WOW! That felt really nice! "Whh...what are you doing." "Giving you a foot massage while we talk. As equals," to which we both laughed and giggled. He definitely had a feminine manner but was sooooo sweet. We started talking and getting to know one another and I found out, as to what I guessed, was a great big geek, like the same music I liked. Liked to watch anime and the likes. All while getting my feet pampered. Intermittently he would raise my foot to his mouth and suck furiously on my toes, that was pure bliss. Was being a woman always like this. Mmmmmm... Nice. We talked for a bit when Anna and Jasmine returned. They looked at the young skinny man at my feet licking my toes and massaging them. Jasmine had a big smile on her face and looked over at Anna, who I noticed was walking slightly behind her. "Well, it looks like you have taken to being a woman very well!" She said. "Mmmmmm... membership has it's privileges.... OOOHHhhhh...," I moaned as Devon massaged and sucked and licked all at the same time. "Anna, Jasmine, this is Devon." "Mmmm.... hello Devon. Nice shorts. I bet Mama made sure they were clean when you left?" "Uhhh.... mm... mmy..." he stuttered. "Devon it's OK. Jasmine. Please be nice. It's his first time." I said nicely."Ohhh..." she said as she crouched down beside him "Devon, I am a real dominant. 100%. I say things like that a lot to people in the scene. From the way you are going at Chrissy's toes, I thought you were a pro." She had a look on her face that was really soft and gentle. I was really taken aback. She turned from dominant in red rubber to a very sensitive woman. Devon looked up and blushed, looking down and said, "there is not need for apology. I am new, but I thank you for your consideration. You seem very nice," to which Anna and I snickered. She turned to Anna and myself and her look was very serious. She looked back to Devon and said "When I first came out into the scene, my first dominant was not very nice, and I had some bad experiences. I would like your first experiences to be memorable." He looked at her and we all noticed a tear in her eye. Devon leaned in and hugged her. "It's OK. I...I hope that my first... um... experience is with someone as kind as you," he said. Jasmine smiled and looked down at him. "Alright. I will. I want you to work Chrissy's toes until he... oops she cums." Devon looked shocked. He looked at me and asked "Are... are you really... really a mm... mm... man?" I was a little lost for words but knew I had to tell him. "Yes Devon, I am, But tonight I am a girl..." I said as I put my long leather gloved arms behind me and leaned in with my corset and black lipstick, "Does that bother you?" He hung his head in shame. "I... I... wish I looked like you." We were all pretty stunned. We looked at each other smiling. Jasmine looked at Anna and at me. "Well if I have my way, you will be able to wear Anna's uniform if you are a good Sissy." Devon smiled and Anna looked aghast and I just smiled. "Oh thank you Mistress!!" he said. "Anna, why don't you take care of my feet like that?" Jasmine asked. "I... what?... me?... I couldn't," she said completely shocked. "I think it's because she is afraid she can't do a good job like Devon, maybe..." "No! I can too!...," Anna said, catching herself. She snapped her mouth shut. "Ohhhh.... so what is it. Shame? Guilt?" I leaned on me elbows while Devon continued making my feet feel wonderful, "maybe it's because she is afraid of what I will think," to which Anna lowered her head and made a slight nod. I felt the torment she must be feeling. She wanted to, but she was so scared. I knew I couldn't let my friend suffer like that. I had to help her. I pulled my feet from Devon and got off my chair, walked in front of Jasmines petite rubber clad frame. I lowered myself to my knees and looked up at her. Not breaking eye contact I said, "Mistress Jasmine. If Anna offers to worship your feet, I promise I will worship and clean your big black boots. Please Anna, let me lick mistresses boots. All you have to do is worship her feet....Oh pleaaase Anna. I need to lick her boots sooooo badly." I said as I made hot gyrating motions. Mmm...Fun. "Anna, how can you worry about yourself when your best friend came here, dressed as a hot goth bitch, danced erotically with a man dressed in rubber, and is begging to clean my boots. Anna, why don't you come here. Your best friend is offering to humiliate him... oops, herself under my boot. What do you think of Chrissy. Now what could she possibly think of you when you are both under my heel?" she said, as she slowly massaged my naked back about the corset. Anna looked slowly about and slowly lowered herself to her knees. I looked at her, and I took her hand. We both looked up to Jasmine. Anna, slowly and very quietly said. "Mistress may I lick your boots?" "Lick my boots? If I wanted to have my boots licked I could ask anyone here. Anna, slave, I want you to WORSHIP my feet. Now say it correctly." Jasmine said with a very harsh tone. "Mistress, may I worship your feet?" Anna said in a hushed term. Jasmine shot her foot under Anna's skirt and pushed her boot toe into Anna's mound. She lifted her foot and ground it hard. "You ungrateful CUNT. You have one last chance to beg me properly. Make me believe you want my feet. Let go of your stupid CUNT reservations. Lick my boots and you are mine!" Jasmine said, and then shot her finger at me. "YOU Chrissy. You fucking sissy. Show her how it's done. Maybe I'll keep you instead." I looked up at her and she had a smirk on her face. Less that 4 hours ago I was a man, and here I was. Willingly at the feet of some woman I knew for less than 2 hours and I was going to beg her to worship her boots? "PLEASE Mistress. Please let Chrissy lick your boots. I want so badly to please you and your feet, mistress. Let me please have the pleasure of letting this worthless sissy cunt to treat your feet like an altar. Please." "That's good Sissy. Now how about you Anna. You better make it better than that or You are dismissed!" Jasmine said. I looked over to Anna and I was shocked to see Anna crying. "OH Mistress Jasmine. Please collar me. Please make me a slave. Please make me a little silly slave who can make you happy. Please use me Mistress, use my mouth, please use my cunt, please use my mouth!! PLEASE Mistress. Please pick me. I will be good. I will please!! Oh please I don't know why but I need to know what it feels to serve you unconditionally. PLEASE MISTRESS JASMINE!!! PLEASE USE ME AS A HOLE! Please Let me know you!!" Anna cried! "Veery good girl. Chrissy, you are dismissed this one will please me." Jasmine said smiling at me. I could tell that Anna really wanted to play with Jasmine from the moment they met on the dance floor. But I was a little shocked at how much she wanted to. 'Use me as a hole?' she said. That was pretty intense. I knew she had played around with women before, but wow! She had really been hot for her. Suddenly I felt a hand on my naked shoulder. I turned and was staring at the chest of James. "I saw what you did. That was very brave of you my little Chrissy. Devon here came over and told me what you were doing. That was courageous," he said as he pointed in the direction of Devon, who was standing just behind James. I went over and talked to Vic. It seems you are not exactly what you seem." I hung my head and let my long purple and black hair sling into my eyes. He found out I was not really a woman. He would hate me. Why was I feeling like this? I WAS a man. But... I felt so differently right now. I shuffled uneasily in my boots, and I was suddenly very aware of my petticoat and vinyl skirt. The corset seemed extra tight. I felt tears starting to well up. I felt his rubber clad fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. He looked pained. "My little Chrissy. What's wrong?" he asked gently. "You... you must hate me. For lying to you, for being a fraud." I was on the verge of tears. What was happening, I hadn't cried since my dads funeral. "But I...I never...never felt like this before," my eyes were downcast. I was fearing the worst. What shocked me most was when he slowly wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body to him. He just held me. "I don't hate you at all." he whispered. "You... you don't?" I asked trembling. "No. I was not totally surprised when Vic told me, he said that I should treat you like a woman should be treated." "But. I've never done this before," I said. I was feeling a little more calm. "Could have fooled me. And you did. But What I saw on that dance floor was someone who didn't care how they were perceived, was confident. And... and one of the most big, beautiful women I have ever seen. And all I could think about was talking to you, and meeting you. But when I was close to you, all I could think about was holding you... and now I am." "But... this might not be me tomorrow." What the hell was I saying. I wasn't going to be a woman tomorrow. "I don't care about that. I care about the here and now." he said. I moved my hands a little more up his chest and rested my head there. I felt so much better. So relaxed. "But I've never been with a man before. I'm scared." I said. "It's OK. Just be the woman you are tonight. And relax. I'd kill myself before I hurt you," he said. His voice was so soothing. I looked up at him. "I believe you." The music had changed. They were playing 'Black Velvet' I looked up at James. "Care to dance?" I asked. "I would be happy," he said as he took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. I slowly raised my hands and put them around James' neck. I felt his hands on my corseted waist. We moved slowly to the romantic music. I was oblivious to all the other couples dancing, I took in the smell of a strong man and the semi sweet smell of his latex shirt. I rested my head on his chest. We moved slowly and seductively. I once glanced over to my table and saw my dear friend Anna, on her knees, slowly and erotically worshiping her Mistresses feet. Who had no boots on, only the latex clad feet of her catsuit. If Anna could let herself go, why couldn't I? I was a man, but everything tonight had been done as a woman. My feelings were so conflicted dancing with this man that towered above me. If I submitted to his strength, would that make me a sissy? A fag? Well, yes. But I didn't want this feeling to end. If I wanted it to go on, tonight I would HAVE to be a sissy. I looked up into his face and we stopped moving to the music. I closed my eyes and pushed up on my toes. I felt his lips brush mine, I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling myself into him and he into me. I parted my lips and felt his tongue search inside my mouth. I sank back down to my feet, feeling elated. How wonderful. I was so happy. So contented. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "I think I would like to take you back to the house, so we can get to know each other better. What do you think?"I said the only thing that came to my mind. "Yes Master." Chapter5 We gathered our things and I told James I needed to find Anna and tell her were I was going. "That's no problem. Anna and Jasmine went to the house also," he said matter of factly. "Wait, you know Jasmine?" I asked. "Of course. I am a long time friend of hers. I convinced her to move here," he said. "Now no more stalling. Come here little one." I got a tingle every time he called me that. I moved over to him and saw him disconnect something from around his waist. I shuddered as I realized it was a leash. He looked at me in the eyes and asked "Are you willing to wear my collar and obey me Chrissy?" I lowered my head and looked down at my boots. "Yes Master. I accept you as my Master." I looked up at him and he was smiling. "I will put my collar on you when we go over to the house. I left my toy bag there. but until then..." he moved close and attached the leash to my collar. "You can follow along on my leash. My precious little Sissy." And he leaned down and my lips were met by his and his hands were on my ass. "Now follow Chrissy." I followed, a few steps behind him to his right, in the submissives walk. I thought I should keep my head down. But my mind told me to hold my head up high. As we walked past many couples, many a woman and a number of men, looked at me in envy. We exited the club and began the treck across the field to the main house where all the more sexual and kinky play was occurring. I Looked around and was surprised to see a ponygirl in a well lit pen being exercised. And when I mean exercised, I mean a few harsh lashes to the ass to keep her pace. We were walking tow