Master is Going to Cum Now

I had searched online for months to find a friendly like-minded group of people that I could communicate with and share my unique desires. I thought I had seen them and signed up to several dating type agencies that offered me the perfect match. The agencies then sent me non-stop emails from people that matched me. The people were not interested or simply didn't reply.

But this web site that I had found seemed to be different. According to the information on the website, it was run by two real girls who seemed to understand my specific desires. I was cautious, but the joining fee to cover admin was only £20 for three months of membership. It offered lots of features like advice on dealing with cross-dressing and dating like-minded people. It had some sexy stories to read and some photo galleries of the other members which were free to all members. The main front page was full of pictures of the two girls that supposedly ran the site. The site had lots of encouraging information about how they understand about special guys that needed to cross-dress and be themselves.

I had been a member of the site for three weeks. It had free email facilities so members could contact each other and talk. The first five emails I got were all admin related talking about rules of the site and how I was not to download pictures of the girls and use them for something else. In fairness, it was very well run. The site encouraged members to upload discreet images onto their profile and to write about themselves and explain what they were looking for. I filled my profile in and submitted it. My pattern came back rejected three times due to lack of information. After my third try, I finally had enough information on the system and was then invited to view the various advantages of my new membership. When I started to observe other girl's profiles, I realised how inferior my profile was I wished I had spent more time creating my profile, and not having any photos of myself certainly didn't help.

I decided I needed to be brave and take some photos for my profile. I plucked up the courage to take some pictures of myself, ensuring my face was edited out of the image enough that you couldn't identify me and submitted them to my profile.

The first picture was a very slutty pose in black stockings, high heels, a black leather skirt and a red satin blouse. It was a side profile, and I had to admit to myself it was very sexy. The next photo was a white satin nightdress, very figure-hugging with my new false breasts that I loved. It showed off the nightdress, and my figure in the picture was horny! The third photo was a simple white satin dress with blue roses and green leaves on it. It was a summer dress; it had long sleeves that simply clung to my arms. The dress was very girly and shined in the picture, and I was posed in a very natural pose. It looked and felt amazing.

As I clicked on the gallery photos, I realised that about 90% of the girls on the site fitted into what most girls wanted to look like. The problem with me was I did not wish to get male admirers. I can't explain why I am like this when I dress, but for some reason, my desire was for a sexy TV lesbian partner. But the ultimate dream is what most girls dream of is a real woman who would understand why I dressed as a woman. If the woman could be a Dominant Mistress, then I would be in pure heaven.

Three days passed, and my normal boring life continued with work and mundane life things. I checked my email that had arrived from admin on my mobile phone. It looked like more rules to adhere to so I didn't open it up straight away when I was at work. I saw it in the inbox and ignored it. Three days later, a second email from admin appeared. I opened up the first email and started to read it. The email was about wanting to help me reach my desires and how lovely my pictures were that I had uploaded on to my profile.

The email asked several personal questions about my sexuality and whether I was in a relationship. The email went on to say that the owners of the site would love to meet me and that sometimes when they saw such great photos, they would invite exclusive members to meet them personally. The email said how excited the two women were to see my new profile and had identified that I lived close to the head office of the site. I suddenly realised that the writer of the email was asking me to meet the owners who ran the site Ivana & Shema.

The photos of Ivana & Shema on the website were horny, and both girls spoke about their desires sexually and how they loved seeing guys dressed as women. They talked about how difficult it was to find guys in Poland like this. I assumed they were referring to where they came from. The email threw me. I sat back in my chair and stared at some pictures of the two girls.

I looked back at my messages and saw another email had appeared. This was from the same person, but the email now was more direct- it was to meet the girls on Friday night. I was to dress in the leather skirt, and satin blouse that I had on in my profile pictures and they would pick me up at the end of my road at 10 pm. The message was very forceful, and I just felt compelled to not argue with the instruction in the email.

Although my dressing and make-up had become really good over the years, it remained very private all this time. I had viewed hundreds of YouTube videos, but I had still not stepped out dressed as a woman for over 20 years. I didn't quite know how I felt about it. I was excited about the idea. I sat staring at the PC-my mind was whirring around in circles.

My cock was hard in my pink satin panties. Today was Wednesday, and the email made it clear that they wanted to know if I would meet them on Friday. I wanted to have a wank. What happened next was weird. Usually, my logical business head would stop to consider the risks. Still, for some reason, I was suddenly writing back to the admin person in the email agreeing to meet them as instructed.

Just after 10 pm, my phone pinged. I could see that I had an email. I jumped up from the sofa in excitement and walked to my bedroom to my PC. I sat down and opened the email. The message was short it said that Shema and Ivana were happy that I had agreed to meet them and that the vehicle picking me up would be a black Honda van. It listed again what they expected me to wear and said that I was to be on the corner of my road at precisely 10 pm.

I can't explain my submissive actions. I should have been spooked and more cautious by the firm way it was written. But, I felt that after nearly one month of membership and the professional way the site was run that it would be ok.

When Friday came, I went to work and tried to concentrate. I usually sat quietly and worked in silence. I could stop thinking about the meeting; my cock was so hard in my panties. I had been wearing panties to work for over five years. It helped me remind myself that I was very submissive.

The woman who ran the department where I worked was nice. We didn't talk socially to each other, but when we did, she was just a nice person. She was quite a big lady, probably a size 20. In fairness, she was a good manager; I liked her. I didn't notice her standing over my desk, but she made me jump.

"Sam, are you ok dear? You, look like you're in a different world? Do you need to go home early? I think you might be coming down with something, I tell you what, finish what you're doing and have an early day."

Wow, I couldn't believe it an early day would be fantastic. I looked up, smiled at Tracy and said "Thank you, Trace. I didn't like to say anything, but I don't feel that great". Five minutes later, I was leaving the office and rushing home to prepare for my night out.

My legs and chest were always shaved, but I jumped in the shower and gave them the once over to ensure I looked good. Then I gave my face a great shave to ensure my facial stubble was at its least possible shadow. I had some sexy easy-going jazz playing in the background as I started to prepare for the evening.

I cooked a quick lasagne in the microwave and eat it quickly, I didn't enjoy one mouthful, but I was thinking if I were going out, I would probably need to line my stomach with food, I was sure that there would be alcohol.

The late afternoon soon changed to evening, and before I knew it was 9 pm, one hour to go, oh my God my heart was racing, what the fuck am I doing meeting two Polish girls that say they like guys who dress up in women's clothes. I was usually so cautious in my day to day life. Still, some reason the submissive slut within me ignored all my usual sensible judgements that I often made; I didn't know anything about them.

I couldn't tell anyone about them because I was going out as Gina, my other self, the girl I desired to be when I was horny, Oh My God I was going to meet people who hopefully would understand who Gina was in my life & that Gina was me and that I was not a freak. I checked in the long mirror in the hallway, wow I looked perfect.

I was lucky my dress size was a 14, my shoes were a nine but quite often if I was lucky, I usually fit into an 8. The internet had changed so much for me; buying clothes was so comfortable nowadays. I checked my watch 9:55. I looked at my watch; I can't wear this, it's a guy's watch. I put my watch on the side, but my three-quarter black leather jacket on and opened the door. I checked I had the door keys, some money in a leather purse. I stepped out and pulled the door shut.

I felt genuinely fantastic. I took my first steps away from the door and suddenly heard my 4-inch heels on the street. As I walked, for some reason, the night was silent. A slow mist seemed to be in the air with a slight chill. I loved the feeling of the cold air on my legs, as I walked the expensive leather skirt clung to every part of my body, it felt terrific & looked like shiny PVC. It had a fantastic smell that was addictive when I wore it, and the smell made me very horny, my cock was so hard under the skirt pressing against my satin panties.

As I got to the end of the road, I couldn't see anything or hear anything. My heart started to sink; this was not going to happen, was it? This was a massive wind up, and I was dressed like a horny woman thinking two beautiful women were going to want to meet Gina, I must be losing it. How sad am I to believe this would happen to me.

For some reason, I didn't notice the car right behind me parked with the door open. I suddenly had a feeling in my gut that something was there. I turned around in a nervous reaction as I realised it was the car they said they would send for me in the mail. I walked towards the car. I could see that the windows were blacked out and for some reason, I couldn't see the driver. I walked to the back door and sat down on a chair. I don't know why I closed the door and did my safety belt up in silence and waited, shit I heard the car engine start-up, the car began to move.

We drove off, I was a prisoner inside sitting in silence, but I felt so excited, then common sense and my usual reasoning started to take place, Oh my God, what was I doing? This was dangerous & stupid, what was I thinking? Trusting strangers, my heart was racing, but I couldn't decide if it was excitement or fear. The journey took about 15 minutes. I wasn't sure how long I sat in silence because I didn't have my watch.

I started to panic; "Oh fuck no, I hadn't bought my mobile... oh shit". I banged on the window where the driver was, the glass divided us both from each other. I was now shouting and banging on the glass to get his attention. He didn't react at all; the car just drove along. It didn't seem to go fast or slow, and it never stopped once. It was now too late we appeared to be where ever we were going. The car slowed down, oh my God I had no mobile phone and no way of telling the time. I certainly didn't know where I was.

The door opened on my side of the car, as I looked out from inside, I could see a large house it was more like a mansion, it must have been a lodge, or something years before. Bright lights flooded the house showing it off at its best.

I stepped out of the car and walked towards the large double doors in front of me. As I got to the doors, I leaned forward to press the doorbell when it suddenly opened.

The woman in the doorway was breathtakingly beautiful "Gina; you're finally here, such good timing, I can't wait to introduce you to everyone!" She opened the door fully. My eyes took on a massive hallway with expensive antiques "Come in over the threshold darling you are most welcome".

The door seemed to slam behind us; I instantly recognised her. It was Ivana from the website "Let me get you a drink Darling, you look so cute and horny, Darling those pictures don't do you justice. Nobody would know your sissy secrets, would they?"

She burst out laughing and held my hand as I walked into a large room with expensive white leather furniture. people were standing around talking in the large room, they were all drinking red wine, Ivana was wearing a black PVC catsuit she looked terrific she was gorgeous, my cock was so hard.

"Darling I can't wait to introduce you to Stefan, he's going to love you, Darling, oh look there's Shema? We are so excited you came tonight darling we are going to have so much fun with you".

The woman that appeared by my side was stunning; It was Shema, she looked incredible in a white tight-fitting satin dress. she had large breasts that filled the dress correctly, and her hard-round nipples looked like they were screaming to escape the tight satin dress and made her look like a sex kitten.

"Darling, we can't wait for you to meet Stefan, his very excited you're coming tonight, follow me, darling, come this way".

I followed the two women down a corridor to another door, Shema leaned over and whispered in my ear "enjoy what is going to happen to your darling, Master Stefan has chosen you we all serve our Master as you will learn too".

I don't know how it happened, suddenly I found myself in a large hall, it had rows of chairs lined up like a church, where we were standing I could see two leather chairs, they looked like they were from a dentist, Ivana grabbed my arms she was powerful. She pulled me towards her, and before I could do anything, I was sitting in the chair.

Everything happened at lightning speed it was very hazy but what was now clear as I was sitting in a Dentist type chair with my legs wide apart, and I couldn't move, both my wrists and ankles were strapped to the chair. Strange music suddenly started to play, and the lights went down in the hall, what seemed so unusual was the room now seemed to be full of people as well sitting on the chairs. None of it made sense because it seemed to happen so fast.

Ivana and Shema were now standing almost to attention one of them either side of me. Slow drum beats started to sound, and the audience seemed to be signing strange wording in a non-stop rhythm, it was like a mystical trance.

I suddenly heard the scream of a young blonde girl as I looked centre to the room; she was being walked in from the door where I had just entered. She was quickly strapped into the other chair next to me; her screams were haunting, she was screaming so loud as if it was for her life, she was wearing a short red PVC mini skirt, black stockings and a shiny black PVC top, she was dressed in club clothes that young girls wear on a weekend when they go out to a night club.

The chanting suddenly got louder, as I stared at the girl screaming in fear her eyes suddenly seemed to lock on to mine, I could see the fear in her face as she screamed, the chanting & the drums got louder, this was just too much for me I must be dreaming or having some kind of drug overdose.

I simply couldn't take in what was happening. My heart was racing as fast as a cheetah. I wanted to scream, but my voice seemed to be silent, what had I got involved in, why was I so stupid.

Suddenly everything went quiet; you could have heard a pin drop except for the young girl who was now crying silently out of control, I didn't realise that someone was now standing behind me, I could now feel them breathing like a rabid dog behind my head, the sound was in my ears & it was haunting.

Ivana and Shema walked over to the young girl, Shema lowered her head down to the girl's head, the young girl suddenly went quiet as Shema kissed her. I saw her eyes, but the fight had left them; she just stared into the ceiling. Ivana fell to her knees between the girl's legs, she pulled up her skirt and started to suck the girl's cock off. The young tranny girl moaned as Ivana's head was licking her cock and fingering her arse with several fingers. Shema stood over the tranny girl and started to stroke and groped her breasts, slowly she bent down and started to kiss the young tranny.

I could see the young tranny begin to convulse in the chair in a fucking type motion; the audience began to chant again in the mystical trance it seemed to last a long time, I heard the young tranny crying out in what appeared to be an orgasm cry. As she screamed out loudly, the audience stopped.

I could hear the heavy breathing of the girl. The figure by my side suddenly brushed past me, and it was a tall figure taller than most people that you see. It was now clear that it was a man wearing leather trousers, he was bare-chested, he appeared in front of the young tranny. He leaned forward to her head, she suddenly screamed in ecstasy, then went silent as she convulsed and came as he wanked her off over Ivana's face.

Shema had stepped away. The male bent down, gripped the tranny's cock in his hand. He then placed it in his mouth and moved his head up and down on her cock. She seemed to now go limp and lifeless. I could hear her heavy breathing, the male stood up, and Ivana jumped on the girl's hard cock. She moved her penis up on her dress as she inserted the young tranny's cock slowly up her arse. The young tranny was gasping for breath as Ivana grinded up and down on her cock. Her eyes were wide open.

Shema stood up from the young tranny girl; her face now looked crazy. She was smiling directly at me; her eyes were piercing; she locked them on to me and started to walk over towards me. I could now see she had a large hard cock between her legs poking out from her PVC catsuit. She began to play with her massive cock in her hand as she leaned down to my ear and whispered:

"Prepare yourself, Gina, now it's your turn, Master is going to cum now..."