As of December 1999, I have been going
out for a few months with an amateure dominatrix, whom I
will call Liz. One evening, in her
apartment, we had the visit of a
professionnal dominatrix whom I had met
on a few occasions before having known
Liz. At one point, during the evening,
they both tried to convince me that I
will not have the feeling of being a
"true woman" as long as I will
not have lost my "virginity".
At the end of the
evening, when both of them made fun of me
and humiliated me in every way possible,
Liz announces that she wants that I meet, as soon as
possible, a man who would, willingly or by force, take my virginity without
letting him know in the first place. This
announcement from their part is
accompanied by all kinds of threats to me
and they want to be informed of the
results of the steps I would have to take
in order to meet that man.
Feeling that I do not have too many
choices, my first step is to place an ad in a
specialized weekly magazine. Some contacts are made and
many conversations take place with the
correspondents Liz has chosen. A few weeks later, Liz, who is aware of all
these developments, chooses a
guy, about forty years old, who resides
in Napierreville, a small town located south of
Montreal.
I thus renew contact
with the guy in question and, after many
telephone conversations, we plan to meet, on a winter evening.
After some difficulties to find the
place agreed upon, he greets me at his place where he
lives alone since his divorce. He gives
me a litttle kiss on my lips and
immediately asks me to open my coat to
check if I am dressed (I should better say undressed) the way he had
asked.
Under my fake beaver coat (bought specifically for the occasion), in spite of the cold weather,
I only wear a corset (laced tight enough so that both
ends met in the back), a bra, a pair of stockings,
stiletto heeled boots and tiny lace panties. All my
clothes are black.
Seeming rather satisfied with his
inspection, he makes me sit on a chair to take off my
boots and put on a pair of black patent leather pumps
with five inches heels. He has some difficulties to put
my shoes on. They are so tight that my feet hurt after
wearing them for only five minutes. But, they are the
ones he wanted to see me to wear.
Before taking off my
coat, he asks me to parade on my stilts to the other end of the room.
When I come back beside him, before
offering me to have a seat, he takes care
of my fur coat and asks me to remove my little panties.
I feel embarrassed
and shivering and it is not only because
I am almost naked. It is rather because
he had not wanted that I get rid of all the body hair which
cover almost all my body. In front of this man, who
is almost unknown to me, I believe that
these hair, humiliate me much more than
my nakedness.
As soon as I sit, he
slowly fastens leather bracelets on my
wrists and ankles. He forces my arms
behind my back and padlocks my wrists bracelets. Then,
using ropes, my ankles are
tied up to the chair legs thus leaving my thighs drawn
wide apart and my sex well in sight.
When he brings to my lips a glass of red wine,
I start to be afraid that he will
dope me. But, do I really have the choice
to refuse in the position where I stand.
Then, after having deposited the glasses
on a nearby small table, he starts to
caress my legs going up to my sex.
Shivers invade my whole body and my sex does not take long to react.
He continues to play
with me that way for several more minutes
and, as soon as the wine glasses are empty,
he unfastens the ropes which retain my
ankles to the legs of the chair and afix a
short chain to the leather bracelets
which circles my ankles. When this is
done, he helps me to my feet and makes me
walk, in front of him, up the staircase
which leads to a room, located on the
upper floor.
Apart from a few
good slaps applied expertly to my large
buttocks, made even more obvious by my too
tight corset, he does not even help me to
climb the stairs. With my heels way too
high and the wicked chain which prevents me
from raising my feet, on several
occasions, I have the very clear
impression that I will never manage to
reach the second floor. On the
other hand, this guy seems to get an
insane pleasure to spank my buttocks and
to see me in pain.
In the room, he
finally unfastens the wicked chain
between my ankles and put me on all four
on the edge of the bed. He draws my legs
so much apart that, after several blows
of a belt viciously applied to my
buttocks, I cannot distinguish anymore
which of my thighs or my buttocks make me
suffer the most.
The remainder of our
meeting runs out very quickly. He put a
ball gag in my mouth, he applies a
generous portion of lubricant on my anus
and, while strongly recommending to me
not to move, he put a condom on his sex
and tries to fuck me up the ass.
I am so tight and so scared that,
even after several attempts, he does not succeed to
penetrate
me. He must masturbate to succeed to
ejaculate finally.
On my way back home, I call Liz to report on my
adventure with the guy. I feel a little
sheepish but I made her laugh for almost
half an hour.
