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I initially came across David like so many other people I know on the scene whilst fishing around on the internet. Unlike many though, he was 100% genuine, he’d read my profile on the transvestite contact site with interest and taken the time to write to me. It was a well thought out message that consisted of real words, put together in sentences with no text speak. I liked him for that from the start. We arranged to chat online one night, he wanted to see if I was the kind of chick he was looking for to suit his needs. He told me he’d had so many disappointments with time-wasters that he was thinking of packing the internet scene in. I would normally disregard a guy who had as little as David did on his profile, but it was the nature of his first message to me that caught my attention. It was a concise and detailed few paragraphs, it seemed to me that he didn’t need to fill his profile with bullshit to attract people, he didn’t want that. He was the one looking and I was intrigued enough to find out exactly what it was he was looking for. We got on well, he was interested in my liking for fantasy role play and turning those fantasies into something real. We had a good long chat and swapped a few pictures and ideas. He was just a regular kind of fella, clean and nice looking. There were none of the usual cock shot pictures where I was supposed to be wowed by an image of a dick and nothing else. All his pics were of him just being him in normal life, although I did notice in one of them that there was a nice bulge in his jeans. I told him I liked what I had seen and heard so far, he said likewise.He asked me if I could be totally subservient to a guy, that was the scenario he wanted to play out. I said yes, I think I could be as long as the things I’d be expected to do were legal I’d be up for it. We swapped phone numbers and he said he’d call me when a suitable occasion for a meet presented itself. He called a few days later, I was surprised, I was doubly surprised when I heard his voice, he noticed. He had a soft Scottish accent, the sort that someone who has lived a long time in England develops, the mixture of the place they were born and the place they now lived. “What’s up?” he said.“Erm nothing, it’s just that you never said you were Scottish.” I realised how silly that sounded.“Is it a problem? You aren‘t racist are you?” He laughed as he said it, making me feel even sillier. “No, not at all. OK, Çukurambar escort hang up, ring me back in a few minutes and we’ll forget this call ever took place.”He laughed at the suggestion then agreed.“Well, that’s a good fucking start isn’t it?” I said to myself out loud as I hung up and ended the call.So, we tried again and had a long chat about what was expected for this role-play meet that he had planned. It was quite simple, I was to belong to him for the duration of our time together.He would meet me at a swingers hotel that was having a T Girl and admirers party, the place was new to me but he had been there before. He said it would be perfect for what we were doing due to the amount of male admirers that went there looking for genuine T Girl tarts. He set out the ground rules to me, I was to do anything he asked me to, I wasn’t to speak unless spoken to or given his approval to. If at any time I felt uncomfortable with anything I could leave, just walk out and say goodbye, end of story. It sounded good. He said I wouldn’t have to pay for anything he would look after that, I wasn’t allowed alcohol, he didn’t drink and didn’t expect his girls to, but smoking was fine, he liked sluts who smoked. I asked him about getting there, I can’t change at home, I always transform into PaulaTVxxx wherever a meet is arranged, it wasn’t a problem. He only wanted to see me as Paula, he would book a room for me at the hotel, I was to get there at around 5pm, giving me plenty of time to be ready for the party starting in the bar and ground floor area of the hotel at 7pm.“Dress like you do in your pictures, I want you suitably slutty,” he said to me.“I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said. “Do you prefer your sluts in stockings or tights?”“I think tights for this one, I’ve got a thing about tights, but, no knickers. OK with that?” “Yeah, I think I can manage that.” I laughed. “I’ve never worn knickers with tights anyway. So, tell me more about the hotel and the party.”He put me in the picture about the parties, they were twice monthly affairs, the hotel was a place where T Girl sluts and their men got together. They had no time for solely lesbian T Girls or ones who just wanted to dress up and pose, there were other nights for that kind of thing. Tarty and slutty was the theme, no frilly girlies. Once the party started it was anything goes, they didn’t want T Girls demetevler escort bayan sneaking off with their men, whatever happened, happened in the party area. It sounded good, he had one last request before hanging up. “Telling you about it has made me horny, why not help me cum?” he said to me. It had got me horny as well, so I got my cock out and we helped each other with a phone wank. “See you next week then?” he said after I heard him gasp through his orgasm. “I’ll look forward to it,” I said with a smile as I felt the rush of hot spunk explode in my hand.I arrived at the Excelsior Hotel at 5pm to get myself ready for the 7pm start for the party, the couple who ran the hotel were expecting me and showed me to the room that David had booked for me.“Come down as soon as you are ready, have a drink and a chat,” the lady half of the couple told me.I was ready in an hour, I’d chosen my tightest leather mini skirt with a matching biker style jacket, a white silk blouse and black leather driver type gloves with the fingertips cut away. The hairstyle was my new favourite, a black shoulder length style with red streaks. It matched my red and black leather choker collar that had a hook in the centre that I put around my neck. My lips were painted deep red as were my nails. I slipped on my blingy gold necklaces and bracelets and looked at myself in the full length mirror at the end of the room. “Something is missing,” I said out loud, then laughed when I realised what it was.I hadn’t put my boots on, you just can’t judge an outfit until you have the heels on with it, be they boots or shoes. I’d selected a pair of five inch heeled thigh length boots with lace up fronts for the night, the boots made the outfit complete. I had followed David’s instructions and was wearing a pair of tan skin tone sheer tights without knickers. I was ready, I picked up my shoulder bag and checked that I had all the essentials in there. Cigarettes, lighter, chewing gum, camera, poppers, packet of paper hankies (wankies!) and some touch up make up, they were all there. I went down to the bar and asked for a red bull in a long glass with lots of ice. I was the only person there apart from the hotel couple, the guy was busy getting things set up for people arriving, the woman started to chat, she introduced herself as Linzey, “With a Z” her husband was called Franco “With a C”. She Escort dikmen giggled as she told me it was actually Frank, but Franco sounded more exotic for the swinger scene and was a far a more suitable name for a stripper.“You’ll be busy tonight honey,” Linzey said to me. “I think there’ll only be two or three T Girls here, a couple of the regulars rang earlier to say they had something else on.”“I’m off to get changed hon, look after Paula until the guys get here will you?” Linzey said to Franco before leaving the room.“She’s nice, really sexy girl. You’re a lucky fella Franco.” I smiled as I spoke to him, I meant it, Linzey was hot!“Yeah, too right, just wait till you see what she wears to work the bar for the party,” he replied, then gave a sly smile and a wink. “Or more to the point, what she doesn’t wear!”They were a good looking couple, they looked to be in their early thirties. Linzey was a perfectly shaped size 14, a big girl but not carrying any excess fat around her tummy or arms, she had long bleached blonde hair that fell half way down her back. Franco was tall and slim, he looked like he swam to keep in shape judging by his broad shoulders atop the slim frame. His hair was jet black and gelled, with his nicely tanned skin, the name really suited his Mediterranean look. I thought he was going to blush when I commented on how nice his butt looked in his tight jeans, he gave me a wink.“I know,” he mouthed to me. “Thanks.”I asked Franco where the smoking area was, he told me to go ahead and light up at the bar, it was a private party so people where allowed to smoke if they wanted to. There was a patio at the back of the hotel that could be used but for parties it was fine to smoke inside. We had a quick natter about how the smoking fetish scene had turned into a big thing since the smoking bans came in and then he told me a little about himself and Linzey. They met through working for the same entertainments agency. He was a stripper who worked the hen party and ladies night circuit and Linzey did topless bar work amongst other things on the growing gentleman’s evening scene. Their working paths crossed when they had been booked by a rugby club stag night to do an after hours double act and they had been together ever since. Linzey was an only child, her mother died when she was a young girl and she’d been brought up by her father who had made a fortune climbing the banking ladder before setting up his own financial consultancy company. When he died in a car crash she inherited a lot of money. They bought the hotel outright with some of the money, using the whole of the top floor as a luxury flat for themselves and running the hotel as a place where dedicated swingers and fetishists could get together.
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