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After having my first S&M session and enjoying the power that my alter-ego of Danica exuded, I wanted more. I had a few more weekends with my original transvestite sub, but I was always left with the impression that he wasn’t into it as much as I was. As I cleaned up my make-up and put on my male attire one Saturday afternoon, I told him that I’d had a wonderful time with him, but our time together was at an end. He didn’t protest. ‘If you think it’s for the best..’ he meekly proclaimed. ‘I do. You’ve been such a good, girl.’ He beamed. And that was my last memory of him as I left his flat.
I went back to searching on transvestite friendly sites, but amended my profile to indicate my change in sexual tastes. BDSM was now a preference, and believe me, my profile got quite a few hits. Everyone who got in touch was another transvestite, and all were begging for Danica to teach them a lesson for being naughty girls. I’ve always loved being with older men, so this time, I decided I was going to have a more senior submissive girl to correct. After a few weeks, my curiosity was piqued when ‘Babs’ asked if I would give her a damn good spanking. Babs was 63 years of age, a tall but slim 6’2″, but absolutely stunning in her make-up and showing off her gorgeous and shapely figure in a wide array of glamorous lingerie that was all displayed on her profile page. I immediately responded, and within a few messages decided to ‘friend’ her. We sent more messages on-line, and Babs revealed her love for dressing and a greater desire to be dominated, expressing her wish to be used and then tossed aside like yesterday’s news! I have to admit that I was a bit conflicted; Danica the dominatrix couldn’t wait to get my hands on her ample backside and spank it till it was glowing like Rudolph’s nose, but the male half of me found Babs genuinely attractive, and wanted to treat her like the sexy older lady she appeared to be! But in the end, Danica always has her way…
We messaged each other for maybe another week and a half, when Babs suggested that we should arrange a meet. I agreed. She told me that she couldn’t accommodate, but I interjected that I was more than happy for her to come and visit one weekend. ‘What about this Saturday, then?’ she enquired. ‘What time?’ I replied, my underwear struggling to contain my excited cock. ‘10.30?’ she asked. ‘See you then.’ And with the following message gave the details of my address. My heart was pounding like a love-struck teenager, eagerly anticipating Saturday’s arrival and finally meeting the sexy Babs in the flesh!
Saturday did eventually come around, and I awoke early after a fitful night’s sleep. I showered and shaved my legs, gave my pubic region a trim, producing a nice little triangle of short, curly hairs above my cock. After drying myself off, I sat in front of my white and gold dressing table and applied my make-up, painting my eyelids in a dark shade of green and highlighting the bottom of my eyes with thick black eyeliner, putting in a little downwards curl on the corner of my eyes. I painted my lips in a dark shade of purple, and applied some cheap costume jewellery earrings. Next, I adorned my legs in black seamed stockings, securely fastening them with a beautiful black and purple laced suspender belt. I had recently bought a long leather skirt with a slit most of the way up the back of it, and I was looking forward to taking it out on it’s maiden voyage, so to speak. After zipping myself into the skirt and enjoying how constrictive it was, forcing me to take little steps, I decided on the matching bra to the suspenders (the knickers weren’t going to be needed today!) and hooked myself up, squeezing my big chest together to give the illusion of cleavage. Next, came the pin-striped business jacket, revealing the purple frills of the bra in it’s low cut. I had decided on a purple bob cut wig, a purchase from a novelty store to place atop my head. My feet were adorned in a 70’s style mule with a 3 inch heel, but wide enough to walk comfortably and sturdy enough to take my weight. Finally, I glued some dark red false fingernails to each hand, and the look was complete. If Babs didn’t arrive soon, I was going to have such a glorious wank!
10.30 arrived and the doorbell chimed. My heart raced. I checked myself once more in the hallway mirror and approached the big looming outline of the figure on the door’s glass panels. I opened the door and saw a well dressed gent in a very nice suit carrying a small overnight case, with a very kindly face. ‘Hello, handsome,’ I piped, ‘I’m Danica. Please, won’t you come on in?’ He visibly blushed, but entered and shut the door behind him. What was his name when he wasn’t Babs, I wondered. Never mind. I’m here for his submissive alter-ego. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ I asked, my eyes already looking over his backside as he passed by me in the hall. ‘What do you have?’ he enquired in a soft, gentle voice. ‘Well, I have a nice bottle of Glenfiddich waiting to be opened..?’ ‘Oh, I do like a nice single malt!’ he replied. Sexy, and a whiskey lover? I thought I’d hit the jackpot! ‘Well, you go upstairs to my bedroom so I can meet Babs, and I’ll fetch it up to you. Do you take water or ice?’ ‘You can’t ruin a single malt with water or ice!’ he protested. How true. I had hit the jackpot with this one! As I entered the bedroom with his beverage, he was already down to his black lacy underwear that he’d had concealed under his suit. ‘There you go. If you want to borrow any of my make-up, help yourself. Just come down to the living room when you’re ready.’ I stepped out of the bedroom, rearranging my erection after seeing his pale skin so beautifully framed against that lovely nylon and lace. I went downstairs and poured myself a big glass of dutch courage, and sat on the end of the couch, waiting for the transformed Babs to make an appearance.
Just before 11 o’clock, I heard the door of the bedroom open and then the slow, heavy footsteps descending the stairs. My heart felt like it was about to jump straight out of my chest. After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the living area opened, and I was not disappointed with the vision that entered before me. Babs was already well over six foot, but on the end of her long shapely stocking clad legs she was walking expertly on 5 inch stiletto heels, taking short steps as she crossed her feet in front of her as she paraded in front of me, smiling sweetly from behind her perfectly applied make-up as my eyes lustfully followed her around the room. Her stockings were kept in place by a black basque, zipped up at the side, and showing her pale translucent skin through a gauze of patterned nylon in a strip all down the front, and a pair of thin nylon straps to hold it in place over her smooth, slightly freckled shoulders. Her backside and groin were well concealed in a pair of black nylon knickers, with a lovely little bow placed on top of Babs’ manhood. Meanwhile, her hair was arranged with the most beautiful of blonde wigs, pinned up with a few trestles coming down the side of her gorgeous face.
‘Well? What do you think?’ she coyly asked. ‘I think you look fucking gorgeous! Come here so I can get a good look at you.’ She slowly strutted over, and I held out my hands and held her beautifully painted fingers, then slowly twirled her around. I could feel the discomfort beneath my leather skirt, my erection now becoming painful. ‘You would put a lot of real women to shame, Babs. But let’s get down to business, shall we? I know that you want me to spank you and dominate you, but if it ever gets too much, just say, and the session will stop. Nobody should be doing something they’re not comfortable with.’ Babs looked at me quite bemused. ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m no spring chicken. I’ve been doing this a while now, and believe me, I know what I like and I know what I want!’ I smiled wickedly. ‘Did you bring the things we discussed on-line with you?’ I asked. ‘Yes, they’re in my case in the hallway.’ I firmly spanked her left buttock with my left hand and she teetered around on her high heels. ‘Go get ’em, then. And from now on, address me as ‘Mistress’, slave!’ We had begun.
Moments later, Babs appeared with her small case, and placed it on top of the coffee table. I sat myself in the centre of the couch, and beckoned my new slave to prostrate herself over my lap and present her buttocks to me, which she duly obliged. I slowly inched down the soft nylon and cotton knickers to reveal her pale, wobbly buttocks, but reminding me of a slightly over ripened peach, somehow. I brought my left hand down hard on her left buttock, and the pale skin changed to a shade of red. I hit the right cheek even harder, and it too turned red. I could see Babs biting her bottom lip, smudging her lipstick slightly. Once more, I spanked each buttock, but still not a sound out of her. Then I hit each buttock as hard as I possibly could, and what was a shade of red turned to a slight shade of purple. ‘You may stand up now, slave!’ I ordered. I was quite surprised to see that the spanking had gotten Babs’ cock semi aroused, as it slowly started to raise itself away from her long stockinged legs. ‘I can see you quite enjoyed that’, I commented. ‘Oh, yes. Thank you, mistress’, she gratefully replied. I stood up myself, directly in front of Babs, who was towering over me by a good couple of inches. ‘Remove my skirt, slave. Nice and slowly…’ Her shaking hand grabbed the zip at the side, and slowly lowered it. She then smoothly lowered the skirt towards the floor, and I delighted as it rubbed against my hard member, and finally springing free as the skirt lay between my nylon clad legs. My cock was already glistening with sticky pre-cum, my foreskin already peeled fully back to reveal my bright red glans. I took a step back and placed the leather skirt on one of the armchairs in the living room, and told Babs to place her black panties on the chair. I then looked into her small suitcase and produced some handcuffs, encased in pink fur. ‘Hands behind your back, slave!’ She obediently complied and I clamped them round her wrists, not too tightly. ‘On your knees, slave’, I ordered. She looked perturbed. ‘Never mind my knees, I’ll be on my fecking face in these heels!’ she protested. I laughed. Ooops! Better get back into character. I held her firmly around the waist as she sunk a knee at a time to the carpet. ‘For that outburst, you must suck Mistress’ cock until you have emptied her balls!’ I slowly presented my cock to her slightly smudged lips, and she lovingly stuck out her tongue to greedily lap up the sticky coating on my tip. I looked down as she slowly licked the side of my shaft with her tongue, making the big blue vein along it’s length pulsate and throb. And then she really went to work on my manhood, taking in over half of it’s length on her first pass, and within half a dozen bobs of her head, bouncing her nose off my little triangle of pubes. It was fast and it was furious; and I didn’t care if I came in under a minute. I’d been wanting to cum since I saw her nylon clad legs over half an hour ago. ‘Good girl. That’s right. Danica’s going to give you a nice hot drink..!’ She mumbled something, but I couldn’t make it out, and besides, I could feel my balls begin to roll around and tighten, the tingle in my arse was beginning to build. ‘Get ready, slave. I’m cumming..!’ I just managed to utter those words when the first pulse of my orgasm filled her willing mouth, then another and another. I opened my eyes, my legs weakened by the intensity of my orgasm, and looked down to see her looking up at me, and as soon as I made eye contact, she swallowed my cum. I moved round to the back of her and released her from the furry handcuffs.
I leaned over and helped her to her feet, and noticed that she was now at full mast, her cock standing proud and erect. It was very impressive; at least seven inches, slightly curved to the left, and I could see as the pale purple head released itself from the constraints of it’s foreskin, glistening with pre-cum. ‘I’m going to suck you off!’ I announced to Babs, removing my pin-stripe jacket. ‘Oh, please don’t!’ she protested. Two offences in one, there. ‘Touch your toes, slave!’ I growled. My hand came down hard on her already inflamed backside. ‘That’s for not calling me ‘Mistress’!’ I shouted. Another hard slap and she visibly jumped. ‘And that’s for sub-ordinance! I will do as I please with you!’ She sheepishly straightened up and I walked in front of her, removing my mules, grabbing hold of her hot, throbbing member, giving it a few gentle strokes with my hand. Her breathing quickened. I leaned over and I rolled my tongue over her glans, delighting in the sweet taste of her early ejaculate. I rummaged through the small suitcase and produced a rather scary looking butt-plug. Not very long, but the girth was eye-watering! I found some KY jelly, and coated the black rubber liberally, and squeezed some between Babs’ peachy purple cheeks, working it down and around her arsehole. I stood before her again. ‘Now, you are going to give your mistress a nice drink of spunk, and I want you to tease your backside with this as I do so!’ I placed the plug in her beautifully manicured hands, and then sunk to my knees, slowly working my tongue over her light purple dome, gently taking her length into my hot mouth. She was slowly teasing the plug around her arse, moaning as she did so. My hands were already behind her ball sac, stroking her taint, feeling the ribbed texture of her erectile tissue beneath. ‘Ooohhh..! It’s in, Mistress!’ she exclaimed as she presented even more of her hard member to my mouth, as my tongue tried to emulate what my previous slave had done for my own cock. I reached my hands around to Babs’ backside, and gently caressed, what I assumed, were very sore buttocks by now. I moved them around and stroked the tops of her thighs that weren’t covered in sheer black nylon, and worked my left hand around to her freshly shaved cock, stroking what would normally be covered in pubic hair. Within about five minutes of my tongue and my hands working their way around her whole lower body, her breathing changed; short, sharp and shallow. ‘Oh, God! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…’ Her cock twitched and suddenly my mouth was full of creamy cum. I swallowed. Immediately, my mouth was filled by another burst of cum. Once more, I greedily gulped the offering down. A small pulse of slightly less viscous liquid coated my palette, but Babs was starting to teeter about. I grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled her towards my face, my mouth now acting like a Henry hoover, extracting every last drop of her man-milk, delighting in her hot fluids as I swallowed every bit of her. She composed herself, and I released her softening cock from my mouth.
Her mascara was running, because she was in tears from the ferocity of her orgasm. I reached up and pulled her head down to mine, and I opened my painted lips slightly to let our tongues caress, firstly outside of our mouths, then in a full-on french kiss. ‘Mmm.. I can taste myself on your tongue,’ she softly proclaimed. There were a few more things in the suitcase that we hadn’t tried yet, but a few of them would have to wait until Babs’ bottom had calmed down from it’s spanking, let alone the big plug that was still up there..!
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