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By *flexitop OP Man
6 weeks ago
Norwich (city) |
S's heart was racing as she climbed the steps to the house.
This was the first time she’d ventured out for an encounter in ages, and the first time she’d sneaked out wearing her light Basque, sheer, lacy black panties and stockings under her clothes.
Standing in front of the door and pressing the bell, she hoped that there would be somewhere private for her to finish her transformation before meeting the two mature gentlemen who had required her presence for a period of debauchery and passion.
She was also wondering what they would be like and how firmly they would treat her. Their photographs had given little away, except for promising bulges that hinted of substantial endowments to be aroused and be pleasured in her nicely moisturised hands, her salivating mouth and eventually her pre-moistened anus. Sammy blushed briefly to herself as she imagined giving in to their firm grasp while arranging her body into lewd positions, ready for their attentions.
S’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being unlocked and she gave a little shiver of anticipation as the handle turned and the door slowly opened…
The door opened to darkness with the faint silhouette of a figure outlined inside, a couple of steps away. The figure spoke in a calm, deep voice with a local accent, instructing S to enter, close the door and turn to face the door.
Heart racing, S complied and stood facing the door unable to get control of her trembling legs. The voice spoke again, welcoming S and telling her to put out her right hand to the side, placed something in it which seemed to be a pair of sunglasses. She was told to put them on which she rushed to do with shaking fingers, eager to obey. The lenses were very darker than normal shades, almost black, and with thick sides they prevented her from seeing anything but vague edges in the gloom of the entrance lobby. Her mind was feeling scrambled and she was beginning to wonder if this had been a good decision when the voice spoke to tell her she would be guided to where she could complete her transformation. A strong hand gripped her left upper arm and told her to turn to her left and walk forward. In mild panic she started to turn to her right and was corrected by a firm squeeze from the hand gripping her arm. As she turned the correct way and started to move forward, the voice sternly advised her she had used up her quota of ‘free’ disobediences and future failures to follow instructions would be noted and punished; she struggled to keep her breath under control and not stumble as she was guided along a corridor to a door at the end. The guiding hand indicated her to stop and she stood, quivering, as the door was unlocked and opened towards her, unable to see clearly in the darkened space and further hampered by the darkened glasses. The voice instructed her to walk forwards two pace and stand still with he hands behind her back. Sammy quickly complied with her freshly heightened senses alert to avoiding more disobediences and the unknown terror of whatever punishments would result.
The voice spoke to say that when she heard the door lock she was to remove the sunglasses and wait for further instructions. Trying to stay on control and reminding herself that this was all in the name of her desire to service the depraved demands of the Masters Sammy jumped involuntarily as the door slammed behind her and the key was turned in the lock…. |
