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I got up quite early, around 6 hour. My night was full of vivid
dreams, full of visions of the lady from yesterday and especially the visions of him I was a little bit tired from the dreams, from. the yesterday's thrills, from the tension I've have felt all day, in my body and in my soul. My emotions and feelings was heightened and that made my night
restless even though I was asleep. Fortunately ' I could masked the traces of a bad night's sleep
thanks to the sultry, dark look I preferred. I've staarted thinking about my outfit. Panties were first. They had to be white, there was no doubt about it. I didn't know whether my panties will be on display, but chances were he will want to see what I'm
wearing doen there, if I'm girly enough even in that place. I had a pair of panties that a fancied a lot and used to wear them for special occasions, or more accurately , when I wanted to live out a
special fantasy. They were thong-like, satin, but with a lot of lace around the top hem. I laid them on the bed and chose a pink tank top with straps of lace, a little short, so my tummy showed. But what I really wanted the show was. The belly was no problem for me, I did everyday exercises to keep it flat and firm just like I was performing the exercises for my bottom. I didn't know if I could wear the same shorts I wore yesterday. Well they were very sexy and I've noticed a few glances of men, starring at my ass , which was very prominent in them. It was bringing me really nice feelings and made me so girly. But yesterday I was leaking a lot of precum, in the restaurant and in the way to the hotel. So I've picked out different pair of shorts, that I've never wore before. They were black as well but much longer, almost to my knees.But hopefully he could like my thighs encased in the fitting stretchy material. Then I ran to the bathroom, and jumped into the shower. While showering, I took time to carefully shave my legs, my butt cheeks and ass crack. After the shower I felt like I was perfectly smooth all over my body. Then I dried myself and applied the moisturizing lotion to my body. I shaved my face. I had to be absolutely smooth there and there had to be no trace of any masculinity. Naked I've walked into the room and started painting my toenails. When
I finished I was looking at my long legs with these nails painted pink, loved them and I was sure he will love them to. I stretched the both legs and my clitty got hard. I bent down and let run my hands up and down my legs enjoying the sensual feel and was checking if they are really smooth in the case someone else wanted to use my legs in the same way. I was sorry to didn't dare to wear stockings but hopefully my short leggins made a good job for my legging legs. I giggled, I thought like many other sissies that my legs were fantastic..I did my fingernails and realized I was turning into a sissy that this amazing man had noticed . I pulled the panties up my legs and tucked my clitty up between my thighs. Then I was adjusting the strip of thong on my butt until it slid into my boy pussy.
I ran my index finger over it a few times. It caused a pleasurable sensation in my boy pussy and my clitty responded again. Then came the new shorts, black, shiny, the material felt so great to touch. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and began pull them up my legs oh so slowly. They fit me perfectly, creating another skin on my tighs and around my butt.. All my fears and problems seemed to disappear. I started to moan and began to stroke my thighs, my pelvis and my bottom through the sexy leggins, that was surely designed and made to give a woman
ecstasy. After a while I somehow recovered and went to the table with a big mirror above it. I was looking at myself in the miror , my skin was smooth, flawless
and there was no traces of facial hair.. I put on the eyeliner to made my eyes even more expressive, deepr and therefore more mysterious. I looked at myself again, examining my appearance. Should I wear
mascara? Would not it to be too much, would not my eyes be too dark? It was a bright day outside, but I was not a bright person, I gave the impression of a sad lonely girl, which I really was. Then, on a sudden impulse, I picked up my mascara and put it on. I liked the result. Even under my critical eye I looked good. I put on the lipstick,, it made my lips beautiful and glossy. It was expensive but it seemed worth every penny. Then I started thinking about breakfast. I didn't want to eat, even though I was hungry. Eating could have some undesirable consequences on a sissy body. And I had to be perfect for my randez- vous. But I couldn't go 24 hours without eating, the last meal I ate was a salad the previous day in athe restaurant.
I've decided to get something suitable down in the hotel restaurant. I put my baby blue shirt on put on flip-flops and went down. Only two people ate there. Probably a married couple. I passed them as went to my table and they saw me from very short distance, with my make-up on, my pretty pink nails and probably they
noticed a little bulge in my shorts, which were tight and everything in them was very noticeable indeed. I whispered my Bonjour, took my yogurt and crusty bread and sat down at the table. Although I didn't want to make eye contact I could see that the old lady look at me quite disapprovingly. She said something to her husban and he noded to confirm her opinion. The old man got up and went to get some coffee. I look at him, he was man for that matter. And I didn't regret it, he was really handsome and sexy, with white hair, bright blue eyes,slim with this type of skin of old men that shows their life experience and their energy of much younger man. . He looked me in the eye, smiled and winked. I smiled at him, looked down at his crotch, hidden in his baggy shorts, and then looked up again and blew him a kiss. He smiled even more, and had to restrain himself from laughing out loud. It was amazing How did asking a hot man out boost my confidence. The girls seemed to hang on to their men and the sissies hung on to them even more. I ate quite slowly so I could throw looks at the old man over there and because I always ate slowly for dietary reasons. When I returned to my room I've carefully examined all the places on my body and face if there was anything I didn't want my American to see. I looked at the paper again to make sure the note was there and I
stroke the letters again, then brought the paper to my lips and kissed every single letter there. I looked at the clock and panicked. It was half past ten. I had my date at 1 p.m. I had to hurry. Of course there were plenty of time to go but it was very special to me and besides, I was always on time or even early. I swapped my shirt for the pink tank top and looked at my nipples peeking through the material. I liked it, they were a little hard. I had to choosed a perfume. I had one from the Victoria Secret and one, that was made for me last week at a parfujmmmerie shop downtown . I tried both on my wrists. Well the one made for me will do the job, I hoped they made it to really fit me. What about the shoes? The toenails should be visible. I had some sandals, black, but could I be all black up to the waist? But I was
all pink on top. I put on the sandals and called a cab. The driver was a dark man in his thirties, probably Arab, he had a kind of arabian music coming from his car. He looked me up and down and opened the front door. I nervously sat down in the car. As he drove me through Nice and on the way to Monaco, he stroked my knee and thigh several times and always said: Sorry, darling, I thought it was the gearshift, and he laughed. Finally I had to laugh to. We arrived at the restaurant in hour early. The waiter recognized me and ask me what I wanted. I only ordered
water and coffee, didn't want to drink any alcohol or to eat anything until my date... no until the American arrive. I drank slowly but there was plenty of time left after the drinks were finished. The waiter asked me if I'd want anything else. I told him, that I am sorry, that I am waiting for my man and we probably order
when he arrived. And I blushed. He smiled and nodded. I looked at the clock on my phone every minute until finally there were only 5 minutes left. But he'd probably be late, almost all the people I knew was late for their appoitments. At exactly 1 o'clock, the door opened and he appeared. He sat down next to me and said good morning. Good morning, I whispered, and I felt a flush start to wash over me, and I began to panic, looking around in all directions. After a moment I looked at him his gaze was cold, direct and sharp like that of the heroes of Wild West in the movies. The waiter came to the table. The American ordered a bloody steak and whisky for him and the vin rose and the salad without dressing for me. I've noticed he ordered exactly the same food and drink as I had yesterday. He must had heard everything and remembered everything. What's your name? Lucy, Sir, I whispered. That's a good start, your name isn't that important, but you're right from now on I'm Sir to you . Got a deal for you. I looked at him questioningly. I want you to live with me and become my special partner but under
strict conditions. I think you'll love it, you won't have to to worry about anything , there will be only me in your life and nothing else. In my presence, you'll be speaking only in english to other people and if I won't be around ,,you won't speak to anyone. You will give me your phone, your passport, you wonn't needd those things. You will obey all my commands unconditionally, you will be totally devoted to me. In return, you'll have everything you need to be happy. Have you ever had a dog? No, Sir, I responded. There can be a special relationship between a Master, male and bitch. The bitch is completely devoted to her Master ,feel submissive to him, and is unhappy when he is ' not around. And of course, tha Master is a sexual object for her. My clitty was rock-hard. But I knew that all Sir was telling me is bizzare and that I probably wouldn't be with him. Or even if I decided that yes I would have to do a lot of things
and when i got out of here his magic will wear off. Are you here on holiday? Yes, Sir. Where are you staying? Without thinking I'told him the name of hotel in Nice. Well, we'll come there to check you out and then you'll move to my appartement. It's next to the to this restaurant. Then he open newspaper and began to read like yesterday. When he finished his whisky he looked at me. I got up and run to bar to order another . I didn't dare to order anything for myself. But why? I could. I've got money and I was on my holiday. I could do whatever I want. I came back , put the glass in front of Sir and sat down, without
having anything in front of me. I looked at him. He didn't seem to mind. I was looked at his face, the big body and of course at his crotch. I never lost my erection, my nipples was protruding through my tank top. Before he finished his whisky, he put the his index finger in and then brought it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and when he put it in I started sucking. Mindlessly, like a machine, like a bitch he was talking
about, a bitch who waits at her Master's feet , watching him, waiting to see what he would do. Watching him with the eyes full of devotion. Get yourself some water he said. I ran to get another whisky and water, He was drinking it slowly. I was drinking water and felt so happy, I was finally the woman, with her man, with her Master and her husband as I felt it in my soul. When he finished his whisky he gave me his Master Card and told me to go pay. He fgot up and left. It took me a while to pay, by the time I left the restaurant, he was pretty far gone. I started to run to catch up with him. He was heading for the bus station. It surprised me, that he wanted take a bus, he seemed to be really rich and he didn't seem to use bus. We descended into the underpass that leads to the bus station. There were free toilets there, probably for people who came by bus. It was a bit strange in Monaco, it seemed to me that there was a charge for everything. He entered the toilet , I went along. He opened his fly, and start to piss to the urihnal. But after a while he turned around and was pissing on the floor. When he finished he pointd his beutiful cocks at me and pointed his finger at the puddle in front of him. He stood with each foot on. one side of the puddle of urine. As I gazed at his cock in fascination, , I stepped closer and knelt in front of him in the paddle of urine , crawled closer and opened my mouth. That's when his cock got hard. It was a strange shape, curved to the left. He took my head and thrusted his cock in my mouth like it was a cunt and started fucking it like a cunt. Watch your teeth, Lucy. I vaguely remembered all those stories about sissies sucking cock and covered my teeth with my lips. I have no thoughts, i was empty. He was raping my mout, fucking me mercelessly, furiously, There was no way to escape, he was so strong, holding me tight.. Just I somehow could feel cooling wetness underneath me, I was gagging,
tears streaming from my eyes. I could smell the piss, his piss, and his musky aroma. That's why I started breathing through my nose, the smells. I was aware that my clit was as hard as never. I bumped my head against his crotch and his fat belly and again and again I was so close to him, to my man. I had no clue how time was passsing. Whether seconds or dozens of minutes passed. I didn't feel any pain, the gagg reflex had probably subsided a little. Ters were still streaming from my eyes. But the reasons had changed. I felt something, happiness? Love? I thought I seemed to be crying with happiness. At least I felt I was in the right place, in the right position, in the right role. I was numb, but comfortably numb. Suddenly he thrusted his fat, long, curved cock into my mouth up to his balls and he pressed my head against his belly. He groaned, I felt the convulsions and spasms of his cock somewhere deep in my throat as he squirted his seed into me, directly into my stomach. He was feeding
me semen. I was so horny. Even he was so rough with me. But as he told me, I was happy with him. He was giving me what I need and wanted. He was giving it to me from the very first moment He zipped up, washed his hands and left out a deep breath. Great, he murmured and left. I knelt in his piss, trembling, coughing and thinking of nothing. I got up, quickly washed my knees, my hands and I looke at my smeared lipstick and mascara covered face in the mirror. But there was nothing I could do about it. I had to run to my master. I was his bitch.