Master PC Mind MagiChapter 36 Rescuing Michael
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Blackmailed by Master Michael
I met the man I gave my first blow job to on a popular sissy chat
website. I'll call it Campsissy.com. His name was Master Michael.
A few weeks before I met Master Michael online, I'd started fully cross-
dressing and taking photos of myself in different outfits and poses
wearing a wig and makeup. Most of my life, I'd cross-dress and take the
clothes off once I self-gratified myself and the pink fog lifted. Digital
cameras made it easy to take private photos wearing sexy dresses and
sissy outfits, which gave a purpose to my dressing other than just
physical self-gratification.
Like many sissies, after taking photos I couldn't wait to share them, so
I'd log onto Campsissy.com and start chatting. It usually wasn't long
before I'd find another sissy with like interests to privately chat with
and share photos, although I made sure to share only photos with my face
cropped out. Even then it was a thrill sharing photos in risqu? poses and
sissy outfits and it only made me want to dress up and take more photos.
One night while wearing a pink satin nightie and panties and chatting
with other sissies, I was sent a private chat invite by a man named
Master Michael, who was listed in his profile as a "Dom" ten years older
than me and who lived in my same state. I was flattered that a real man
asked me to chat with him and quickly accepted his invite. It didn't hurt
that I was drinking while chatting and losing my inhibitions little by
little.
Master Michael started our chat by complimenting me on my profile photo
in which I was wearing a tan satin strapless dress with a flared skirt
and attached brown petticoat. My face was cropped out, but he thought I
looked sexy in the dress anyway. Unlike young Doms, who often come on too
aggressive, Master Michael knew just how to get a sissy to lower her
guard.
Like chats often do, our chat soon detoured into role playing fantasies.
Master Michael fantasized that we were lovers and that I was riding in
his convertible with the top down wearing a fifties housewife dress and
petticoats. I stroked his cock as we drove down country roads at sunset
before sucking him off. I felt so sissy and feminine fantasizing with
him.
With my inhibitions lowered, I sent Master Michael my profile picture
with my face visible. He loved it and complimented me on my femininity,
which only caused me to feel more submissive to him. I sent him a couple
more sissy photos with my face clearly visible, including one of me
dressed as a schoolgirl wearing a knee length pleated red skirt, white
long-sleeved blouse, red cardigan, white tights and Mary Janes. The
outfit was an actual schoolgirl outfit that I'd bought from a retailer's
school catalog, so it wasn't as sexy as the schoolgirl costumes bought
online. Master Michael still thought I looked cute in it and encouraged
me to keep sharing photos.
Eventually, between the alcohol and my sissy submissiveness, I told
Master Michael I was a blow job virgin but that I really wanted to give
him a blow job in real life instead of just fantasizing about it. He
lived in the same state, so it was a definite possibility. He was game
for it and wanted to meet.
I couldn't avoid the truth-telling effects of alcohol, however, and told
him I knew the next morning when I sobered up that I'd lose my nerve and
not go through with a meeting. Master Michael asked what we could do to
keep that from happening. Because I was drunk by that point and not
thinking straight, I told him that if he knew my real name, coupled with
the sissy pictures showing my full face I'd sent him, he would have the
blackmail he needed to make sure I followed through with a meeting.
Master Michael thought that was a great idea and told me to send him my
real name and address immediately.
The idea of losing all power and being at the mercy of this man, made me
feel even more submissively horny so I drunkenly sent him my real name
and address. I asked him what he wanted me to call him now that he had my
information and sissy pictures. He said from then on to call him "Sir".
Before we ended the chat, Sir wanted my sissy email address, which I sent
him. We agreed to chat again the next night about a time and place to
meet. I logged off and passed out in my bed.
I was extremely hung over the next morning. My memory from the night
before was fuzzy but I remembered sending Sir sissy pictures, which
titillated me. Then I remembered I'd sent him my real name and address. I
immediately got an adrenaline rush of fear.
To keep from panicking, I forced myself to believe that our chat the
night before was just harmless bantering between two people, and I
wouldn't hear anything more from Sir. To see if that was true, I turned
on my computer and checked my sissy email. Sure enough, waiting in my
inbox was a message from Sir with the subject line "Hi", which gave me
another immediate adrenalin rush of fear and dread.
I clicked on the email. It said:
Hello [my real first name]. I enjoyed our chat last night. Click on the
following link.
That was all it said. The use of my real first name let me know he wasn't
playing around. I just stared at the screen scared to death but also
strangely turned on by the weakness I felt.
I clicked on the link, which directed me to a website that gave women
instructions on giving great blow jobs. It was full of tips and pictures
showing the best way to please a man with your mouth. I read a couple of
webpages but couldn't stop thinking how stupid I was to give a stranger
on the internet my real name and sissy photos.
I logged on to Campsissy.com that night sober. Sir was already online
and, once he saw I'd logged on, he sent me a private invite. We started
chatting and he asked me if I'd received his email. I told him I had. He
asked me if I'd clicked the link. I told him I had. He said my "homework"
was to learn from that website how to give him a great blow job.
Sir was persistent during our chat that we meet soon. We chatted about
different dates and agreed on a place and time two weeks away. I was
scared but thought that two weeks would buy me enough time to find a way
to avoid going through with our meeting.
Up to that point, I'd only been in heterosexual relationships. I'd never
sucked a man's cock and thought of myself as a typical sissy who
fantasizes about sucking cock when wearing sissy outfits but who pushes
those thoughts out of her mind the second she self-gratifies herself. I
rationalized that fantasizing about sucking cock while cross-dressed and
chatting online obviously didn't make you a cocksucker. Only sucking a
cock could do that.
Sir wanted me online chatting with him each night after I got home from
work, so each night I'd change into my panties and nightie and start
chatting with him at the appointed hour. During our chats, he'd tell me
to send more sissy photos to him. He asked me where I worked and what I
did for a living, which I told him since he already had me over a barrel
with the other information he had.
I hate to admit it, but, on the one hand, I was turned on by being at his
mercy. He had ultimate power over me and the sissy in me couldn't help
but buzz inside about how I was his puppet to do with as he pleased. I
was weak and he was strong.
On the other hand, I was terrified what would happen to me if I made him
angry. He knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about him. The
sissy photos he had of me in different outfits and poses would be hard to
explain away if he chose to expose me. I could say I was dressed for
Halloween but that wouldn't explain the dozens of photos in various sissy
outfits taken during different times of the year.
A few days before our meeting, I sent Sir an email telling him I was
nervous about the meeting and implying, as politely as possible, that I
didn't want to meet. I told him I enjoyed chatting with him but that it
was all just a fantasy. I didn't really expect to meet anyone I chatted
with online. I hoped he would take mercy on me and let me off the hook.
He didn't.
His reply email was nice but firm in tone that I could "trust" him. He
then added a line to the end of his email that put the fear of God in me
saying, "You have nothing to worry about, as long as you do what I say."
Reading that line caused my fear to skyrocket. The implied threat by
Master Michael was clear. I didn't have a choice if I wanted to keep my
sissy side a secret. I would have to go through with the meeting and do
what he said.
During a chat a couple days before the meeting, we discussed what Sir
wanted me to wear. I sent photos of me wearing different sissy outfits so
he could decide. Sir said it was between my French maid and schoolgirl
outfits. After sending more photos of me in each outfit, Sir finally
decided that I would dress as a French maid for our meeting.
The French maid outfit he chose was a classic black satin above the knee
maid dress with white lace around the neckline and at the end of each
poofy short sleeve. It was paired with a pink apron, pink lace choker,
black elbow length velvet gloves, a pink petticoat to poof the skirt out,
black satin panties, bra, pantyhose, and black sandals with two-inch
heels. Not to toot my own horn, but I thought I looked sexy in it.
The day of our meeting, I travelled to the hotel we discussed. I emailed
Sir my hotel room and had just enough time to put on my maid uniform, wig
and makeup before he knocked on the door. I took a deep breath and one
last look in the mirror before opening the door.
Sir walked in holding a camera and a shoe box. He was taller than me by a
couple of inches and much more muscular. His hair was salt and pepper
colored, as was his well-trimmed beard. Once inside the room, he looked
me over and smiled that I was dressed exactly as he ordered.
After making some small talk, he pulled a pair of black high heels out of
the shoe box and told me to put them on. The heels were four inches,
which was taller than any other high heels I owned. As Sir ordered, I sat
down on a sofa in the room and put the heels on. Once I buckled the ankle
straps, Sir told me to walk around the room and model them for him.
I stood and wobbled around the room trying to be as feminine as possible
while he watched. After a couple minutes, he told me to sit down next to
him on the sofa. I must have excited Sir because once I sat down he
placed his right hand on my left thigh under my skirt and petticoat. He
told me not to be nervous and started rubbing his hand up and down the
inside of my thigh. I could hear his breathing speed up as he rubbed
further up my thigh.
Just as I thought he was going to rub my thigh all the way to my clitty,
he abruptly stopped and told me to stand up so he could take some photos
of me. I did as he ordered and posed while he snapped photos of me. He
told me to lift my skirt up so he could see my hose and panties better. I
lifted my skirt and petticoat, and he took a photo of me with my small
clitty forming a barely perceptible bulge in my panties and hose, as I
nervously looked at the camera.
Evidently that aroused Sir because he set the camera down and stepped
forward to kiss me. I passively allowed him to thrust his tongue against
and around my tongue. I had never been kissed by a man before and he was
so forceful and masculine. His hard French kissing made me feel like a
woman whose man was lusting after her. I submissively kissed him back.
As he kissed me, he became more aggressive. He grabbed my left arm and
bent it behind my back. He then pulled me tight against him and kissed me
harder.
It wasn't long before Sir wanted more than just kissing. He told me to
get on my knees and take his jeans off. I submissively knelt before him
and unbuttoned his blue jeans. I took Sir's shoes off and pulled his
jeans down to his ankles. He stepped out of his jeans only wearing his
boxers. His cock was straining against them.
I looked up at Sir and he told me to pull his boxers down. I was in a
submissive trance at this stage and pulled his boxers down as he ordered.
His cock sprang free and was just inches from my face. Sir's cock wasn't
especially long, but its girth was thick. It was the perfect cock for a
newbie sissy cocksucker.
Sir didn't have to say a word to me. I leaned forward and started gently
sucking and licking his balls. The website he'd sent me to the day after
we first chatted mentioned giving oral attention to a man's balls before
sucking his cock. I wasn't going to let my education go to waste!
I sucked and licked his balls for a minute or so before licking up to the
head of his hard cock. I took his cock into my mouth and twirled my
tongue around the head just like the website said to do. I then started
pumping my head up and down on his cock using my lips and tongue to make
my mouth feel like a tight pussy.
I must have learned my lessons well because it wasn't but a few minutes
later that I felt Sir tense up. His cock started pulsating in my mouth
and he growled lustfully just as he came, "Catherine, you're a natural
cocksucker!"
I could feel his cum squirt to the back of my throat. I was determined
not to waste a drop of it, so I kept swallowing until the cum stopped. I
held his cock in my mouth for a few seconds to make sure I swallowed
every drop of his cum before pulling my mouth off his cock.
The second I took my mouth off his cock though, one last drop of cum
formed on the tip. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock so
that every drop of his precious cum was inside of me. I was now an
official sissy cocksucker.
Sir told me to go sit on the sofa and wait while he lay down on the bed
to recover from his orgasm. I felt so accomplished and warm inside
knowing I'd sucked his cock and swallowed every drop of his cum to his
satisfaction. I'd performed so well he even needed to take a little rest!
I also felt relief that I'd done what Sir wanted me to do so he didn't
have any reason to expose me.
After Sir got out of bed, I could tell he was ready to leave. He wasn't
as nice after he got off as he was before. He even laughed about how I
looked so out of place dressed as a French maid while everyone else in
the hotel was dressed normally. It didn't bother me, as I knew I'd
performed my "job" as a sissy cocksucker well.
We chatted online that night, and I learned why Sir was so persistent
about meeting soon. A couple of weeks after our meeting, Sir moved to
another state on the other side of the country. He chatted with me
infrequently after his move and then stopped altogether as he found other
closer sissies.
I moved on myself and stopped chatting on Campsissy.com (for a few years
at least). I was thankful that Sir didn't make any other demands of me
and, instead, forgot about me. I'll take being forgotten over being
exposed any day.
I know it was stupid of me to send my information and sissy pictures to a
stranger on the internet. I was lucky that it worked out for me, although
I can't help but be fearful that one of these days I'll see my sissy
photos online. I'd like to say that I learned my lesson and never allowed
myself to be placed in a situation where someone has blackmail
information about me, but then I met Mistress Kendra and that's a story
for another day.
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