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My Second MeMy Second Me – Part 01By ManndeePart 1We all have fantasies, we all have dreams – few of us ever share them for fear of upsetting a loved one or shocking a friend. We are all individual, and that is probably what makes us so complex!So what would we do if we achieved our fantasy?Imagine the one thing that excites us and gets us high! How would we deal with it? Think of it another way…Can we all achieve our dreams?We all want things, we all want to better ourselves. When we are young, our dreams are selfish, but as we get older, we start to think about the people around us. Money & happiness are the two most popular dreams that people have.So, what about real dreams? The dreams we all have when we are asleep?Dreams can be entertaining, disturbing, bizarre, and sometimes very vivid. They can make you feel happy, sad, or scared. Dreams may seem confusing or perfectly rational, but they are very intricate. Sigmund Freud believed that dreams are a window into our subconscious. He thought dreams were a way for people to satisfy their personal urges and desires that were unacceptable to society. I personally believe that our dreams reflect our own underlying thoughts and feelings and our deepest desires.The problem is, how many times do you share a dream with someone and they just look at you as if you’re mad? You try to explain to them that it felt real! We all know that look when people just stare at you as if you have just gone crazy, but how do you explain a dream when it actually feels real? Have you ever had a dream when you know within yourself and in your mind that somehow you were actually there – actually in a dream, and that it somehow happened, but you can’t explain it or prove it? Unfortunately what usually happens when people give us that crazy look is; we finish up, regretting sharing it with them! And we realise it was a bad idea telling them, we kick ourselves and try to reason with it in our heads until it just goes away! So, what happens? It means that most of us live with our dreams inside our heads – they stay there hidden and we never tell anyone about them.So, I want to change that! I want to share with you something that I can’t explain!Now before I start, I know that I am not crazy – trust me, I’m not. Unfortunately I also know that I am not classed as being highly educated either, because I don’t have fancy degrees or A levels, but I do know that I’m not stupid. I live my life and always have done by being logical – it’s an easy way to solve problems. A lot of people use it, but don’t realise they are using it. Recognising the skill of logic is the secret. But trust me; no logic will be able to explain what I’m going to tell you.There have been a few reports over the years of ordinary people who have come face to face with someone who is identical to themselves, while random chance would seem to exclude the likelihood of randomly encountering an individual who is identical to yourself! It isn’t impossible!So, the question is; do we all have an identical double? Do they exist?I have heard the theory before, but did not know there was a name for it until I researched it and found the word ‘doppelganger’ – the word is German, and it means a ‘look-alike’ or double of a living person. It is sometimes portrayed as a ghostly or paranormal phenomenon. In modern times, the term ‘twin stranger’ is occasionally used. Basically, the word means a double or identical replica of a person. It suggests that everyone has an identical copy of themselves somewhere in the world!So, what is the chance of randomly encountering an individual who is physically identical to yourself? Is it impossible?In Irish folklore, it was believed that one’s Doppelganger or ‘Fetch’ in Irish terms was an evil omen. If you saw your Fetch walking on the horizon, it meant something bad was about to happen to you. There are many explanations for the doppelganger phenomenon. Mystics throughout the ages have believed they are supernatural creatures: either spiritual copies of the person or downright demonic twins. Scientists say they’re just electrical glitches of the brain, or mental illnesses such as schizophrenia.Most people agree that the concept of a Doppelganger is little more than a Myth. Or is it?The easiest way to start this story is at the beginning…In 2008, I was 32, unmarried, but living the dream that most men desire. Women were my weakness. Since puberty, I had always loved women – I loved everything about them! The way they looked, the way they dressed. Women to me were like a d**g. Most men probably hated me because my success with women was so good; it was rare that I didn’t talk a girl under the bed sheets. My job probably helped! I was a fire-fighter – girls love fire-fighters! They love the uniform and virtually anything about the job. Most of the guys I worked with were married, but most of them could tell stories of how good the job had been to them sexually. Yes, being a fire-fighter turned me into most girls’ fantasy! I was based in London at a famous fire station in Soho. All the funny comments never stopped because of the association to Soho and the sex industry, but to be honest it really didn’t have any effect on the area that we covered.Soho is central to the West End – famous for large department stores and theatres. In the nineties, Soho Council worked hard to clean up the unsavoury image of the sex dens & shops that surrounded the area. In reality it was too late – the sex industry was moving away from shops and moving over to the internet. Soho Council thought they were being clever and had closed the sex industry down. All they did was push the owners out, then found they had rows of shops closed that no one could afford! I always had a vision of some spinster who was ugly and fat, thinking she had saved the world, finally being told she was redundant due to the lost revenue that she had created due to her feminist views on the sex industry. Soho still had sex bars & shops, but the old days of an obvious place to go for a relatively safe shag was gone. It wouldn’t be until around two thousand that Soho started to reinvent itself by introducing restaurants to the district. This meant more work for our station under the strict fire acts and Health & Safety regulations, and according to the older fire officers, boring places to visit unlike the sex shops they had looked after in the past.The shifts I worked in the Fire brigade allowed all of us to work second jobs – I worked with one of the lads on the shift fitting burglar & fire alarms. Most of the work was on reputation -the money was good and offered non-stop frustrated women who all wanted to be shagged! They were either married or businesswomen that liked a bit of rough – sometimes it was the daughter in the house! But nearly everywhere I went, I never suffered getting a shag. Long term relationships and me didn’t work, I can’t explain why I was like that! What I did know was – I loved sex. My reputation at the station was well known, and the names like ‘Valentino’, ‘Fanny Magnet’ down to ‘sheep shagger’ were all part of the banter within the station. There were some girls that I really liked, but I couldn’t commit to what they wanted. I loved being myself and being free – nothing shocked me in sex. I had obvious morals, like their age, and no a****ls, and shit like that, but other than that, as far as I was concerned – anything goes!I had met a girl called Maria, she was completely off what I normally went with, but there was something about her that really turned me on. Maria was a Goth, really in to dark clothes and horror makeup, but she was really funny and really hot in bed. I felt I had to tell Maria that I was not the man for her! I told her several times, and on each occasion she told me to ‘shut up and just shag her’. I guess out of all the girls that I was seeing, she was kind of a regular shag – it seemed to work for her like it did for me. She was educated, had a nice flat in Wembley, and worked in a record store. You would never put us together, but when we were together, it was fun. Nothing shocked Maria. She was kinky, but made it seem normal. She loved it up the arse, which I found a real turn on! A lot of the girls I shagged were very nervous about that kind of sex, even though they usually gave the impression that they were a dirty bitch! I had been seeing Maria on and off for about nine months when she announced she was going to a party in a club, and ‘if I was free, she wanted to take me’. It was on a Friday night and she said ‘it would be a really good night’. I was not working and said I would go. Maria said she was delighted, but I ‘would have to dress up for the club if I was going to get in’.Maria explained that the way I dressed was boring and I should relax a bit and experience a walk on the wild side. I thought about it and agreed that I would try anything once. She was delighted and said we ‘had 2 weeks to prepare my new look’. Ten days passed and Maria sent me a text, asking if I could pop round. I sent a text back explaining I was on days, but would finish at 7 and be with her by 8. I had had my mobile phone for about four years – it was amazing! Everyone was getting one! And now we could send a text message to people who had one as well! Sending text ten years ago was amazing because it was instant, without talking.I got to Maria’s flat at about eight thirty – she looked really hot. Her hair was spiked. She was wearing a short PVC skirt, and a T-shirt with a black & white print on the front with some band name, her makeup was grey face and lots of black eyeliner and purple lipstick, she had boots on, but they were military looking. Somehow this pretty girl made the ‘Goth look’ so horny!”OK…let’s see what you look like with makeup!”‘Makeup? What the fuck is she on about?'”Makeup? what do you mean?”Maria stared at me, “What? You’re frightened of wearing makeup?”The silence was chilling.”Why do I have to wear makeup?”Maria leaned forward “Because you’re my Bitch!”I started to laugh – it was a nervous laugh! I had never seen Maria like this!”What the fuck are you on about?” I looked over at the sofa and saw some clothes laid out.”Do you like them, Terry? You’ll look so hot in them!”On the sofa was a PVC t-shirt, bahis firmaları and what looked like a leather skirt. I walked over to take a closer look – it was a leather skirt! I looked round to see if I could see any jeans or trousers, but there were none.”I’m not wearing a fucking skirt, Maria!””Terry…for fucks sake! Why don’t you chill out and relax for once? You will love it! No one will know you! It will be so cool! Trust me…this will open your eyes!”Maria walked over to me, grabbed my cock with one hand and started to play with my left nipple through my t-shirt. My cock was rock hard! I could not explain it, but for some reason the thought of going to a party where nobody knew me in disguise really sounded exciting!”Let’s try your makeup!”Maria sat me down on the sofa and started to apply my makeup. It seemed to take forever as she slowly applied cream to my face, then powder, followed by eye liner and lipstick. I have no idea why I let her do it to me, but for some reason I seemed to be under a spell and I didn’t want to break it.”OK, lover boy…let’s see if you like it?” She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom. “Take a look…let’s see if you like your new look!?”I stared into the mirror – I was shocked! I looked really horny! It was makeup on a guy – and it looked really good!”You look so fucking horny, Terry!”She pulled me close to her and started to kiss me. I fell deeper into her spell as I closed my eyes and she massaged my balls. Before I knew what was happening, Maria had pulled my trousers down and was on her knees sucking my cock. She swallowed my cock deep into her mouth and put both her hands on my nipples and played with them, squeezing them playfully as my cock got harder and harder. Her cold wet lips explored every part of my cock. I sat helplessly with my eyes shut as she teased me to the point of orgasm. I started to moan as the sensation of ecstasy started to run though my body. Maria suddenly stopped sucking my cock and eased away from my legs and looked up…”You’re not going to cum until you’re dressed as my Bitch!”The whole atmosphere in the room changed. I looked up at Maria – she was now standing above me.”Get dressed…I want to see what you look like!””Jesus, Maria…what are you on? I was just about to cum!””I know, you dirty Bitch! Well if you want to cum, you can get dressed for me! Put them on! Do it! Hurry up!”I looked over at the clothes; I hadn’t seen the studded collar and the chains lying next to them.”Are you fucking serious?”Maria smiled “Get dressed, Bitch!”Maria walked back in to the kitchen and started to drink a glass of white wine, “You need to loosen up, Tel…start to enjoy life! Remember, your dead for a very long time! you will love the club!”I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I then looked over to the t-shirt…’What the fuck! Why not?!’I slipped my trousers down and took them off, then I removed my t-shirt. I looked at the clothes, took another deep breath and picked up the T-shirt – it wrapped itself round my hands and felt really nice! I opened the bottom of the t-shirt and poked my head through. I could smell the strong PVC – for some reason it smelt really horny. I pulled it down and slid my arms in – it was cold, but felt incredible! I pulled it down – it was a perfect fit. I picked up the skirt – it had silver chains hanging from the waist.”No, darling…you need to put the tights on first!”I looked down and saw a black pair of tights sitting alongside the collar. “Jesus! Tights as well?””You’re my Bitch…stop complaining!”I picked up the tights, sat down and took my socks off and started to roll up my tights – they were thick and seemed to have holes in them. Once they were pulled up, I took hold of the skirt; it was heavy due to the chains hanging down. I stepped into the skirt and pulled the zip up.”Well look at you!? Aren’t you the Bitch on heat? Take a look at how yummy you look! Go in my bedroom and check yourself out!”I walked into the bedroom – the light was on and I stared at myself in the long mirror. Jesus Fuck! I looked really good, but I was still a guy with the makeup! I don’t know why, but I really liked what I saw.”See…I told you! Lie on the bed, babe!”I got on the bed.”Move down a bit!”I moved down so my legs were over the bed.”Close your eyes, Bitch!”I felt Maria climb on the bed, then the darkness absorbed me. I felt her legs over my head – I could smell the PVC of her skirt over my face – it was addictive! As the skirt covered my head, I felt her ease down on to my face. Her clit was wet – I could taste the cum as she pushed her clit on to my mouth.”Suck my clit, Bitch!” Maria screamed the order as I frantically licked her warm wet clit, pushing my tongue into her clit. She pushed it down onto my face as my mouth and tongue explored her. She started to shake and scream as she orgasmed in my mouth – the sweet hot creamy cum filled my mouth as my tongue searched for more hot orgasm. Maria frantically moved her hips up and down on my face as she screamed again – having another orgasm. Up and down with her clit tight against my mouth – I struggled to breathe as she got faster. Unbelievably she was orgasming again! She pushed her clit harder onto my face as she screamed out. Maria eased herself off my face and collapsed on to the bed. She pulled herself down to me where I was breathing heavily. She leaned over and started to kiss me again.”I want to taste my cum, Bitch! Kiss me!”I turned my head and our lips met. Maria was frantic as she kissed me, exploring my mouth and lips with her tongue. We were both breathing heavy – it was very erotic! She stopped kissing me – I could see her chest moving up and down – she started to get her breath back. Maria was not gasping, but her sexual appetite for making love had left her breathless.”Do you know why I love being a Goth? I love it because the Goth culture is one of Diversity! Goth’s share a love of sharing things that most people consider ‘dark’! Being a Goth is not about the way you dress!”It was true! In general, Goth people love mythology, the mysterious, the supernatural, culture, tradition, romanticism – and basically hold onto things in society that they feel are important and dying out. Put simply, a Goth is someone who finds beauty in things others consider ‘dark’. They love all that is dark and mysterious. That doesn’t mean Goths are evil! It just means, they have a different perspective to many.”So, you dirty Bitch…do you want to cum?”I nodded in silence. Maria pulled herself up and undid her PVC skirt. She had an amazing body! Her short black hair made her look like a cross between Demi Moore, the actress, and Danni Minogue, the singer. She was stunning!Maria started to pull on my skirt, “Take this off, Bitch!”I raised my hips and pulled the skirt down. My cock was screaming hard inside the black nylon prison, my balls were boiling over! Maria ran her little finger up my stocking leg – she paused as she got to my cock…”Oh my Goodness…look at you!? I think that you need to release all that cum, don’t you?”I nodded, “Fuck yes…so much!””Well I think you need to prove to me just how controlled you are! Lift your bum up and put your hands behind your back! Sit on your hands and give yourself bondage! Do not move your hands…this is about you controlling the bondage!”Maria removed her T-shirt slowly, revealing a PVC bra – her nipples were rock hard! She leaned over my head – her breasts were amazing! She lowered herself down so my mouth could suck one of her nipples – it pointed out through the PVC. I put my teeth round it and began to bite the nipple. Maria screamed and whispered “Oh God, yes…harder! Bite it harder!”As I swapped between each breast, Maria seemed to go into some kind of trance. She next straddled my hips and leaned down to my face – both her hands were free as they started to tease my nipples through the PVC T-shirt.”Don’t you dare cum!”Maria adjusted herself so that her clit was above my rock hard cock. She lowered herself down onto my cock – and in a teasing way began to stroke my cock with her clit lips. She expertly guided herself onto my cock and pushed down slowly – the head of my cock eased into her soft warm pussy – my cock seemed to just glide into her! Then I felt the lips of her pussy pushing against my pubic hair. My cock felt like it was being held by silky hands, massaging it into orgasm! Maria started to ease up and down on my cock – I could no longer hold out – I felt the orgasm paralyse my body like a massive shiver overwhelming me – the cum raced through my cock at an uncontrollable speed! I have never known such an orgasm in my life! Our hips moved as one, and we frantically fucked each other. I was so high! Just as I believed my orgasm was over, a second wave began! I have never felt the feeling of the second orgasm – it seemed to be part of the first one, but this was clearly a second wave. I gasped for air as the second orgasm shot through my body, as the cum came through for a second time. I opened my eyes and looked at Maria, except for a split second it was not her. I can’t explain what I saw, but for that one moment I was not fucking Maria – it was someone else. With my second orgasm complete, I freed my hands, held Maria’s hips, eased them up to her back, and pulled her down so her head was close to mine. Maria was gasping for breath as I kissed her – she rolled off me and lay still, staring at the ceiling.”Jesus, Terry…where did that come from?”I laid next to her in silence trying to understand what had happened. I had never orgasmed at such a veracity! My lungs felt like they were beating in my mouth.Maria leaned over and said “So, do you want to go to a party with me now?””Yeah, why not?!”Maria put her hand on my balls “Wow…they are empty!” she smiled, got off the bed and started to get undressed. “Are you staying tonight?”I looked at her half naked body. “Yeah…I would like to, but I think I will get changed.””Oh, you don’t want to be my Bitch anymore?”I smiled “You’re quite a kinky Bitch, aren’t you?”Maria stepped away from the bed towards the bathroom; she turned and looked at me. She had a fantastic body – her breasts were as perfect as any girl could ever ask, her long legs would fit any model in a kaçak iddaa photo shoot. “So, if I’m kinky…why did you have so much fun? Does it matter what you look like? Does it really matter what you wear when you’re with someone you love?”Her comments were very profound; it was more like a statement. It knocked me backwards! She had said the word ‘love’ and seemed to mean it… She said it like it was normal to say it. I didn’t comment – I was lost in my own emotions. I had never loved another person outside of my family circle. For me, I guess I was selfish. My life was private. I had friends, but to be honest they were more like just people I had known for a long time. Guys at school were mates, but I didn’t see any of them now. My life as a firefighter was something I always wanted to do. The sheer excitement really gave me a high that you can’t explain unless you do these kinds of fast-paced jobs where the adrenaline rush goes to your head and makes you dizzy. What worried me was that the kinky sex that I had just had, gave me exactly that feeling…Maria returned from the shower naked, smiled at me and said “I left you some clean towels for a shower!”I got up, and as I passed her, kissed her on her neck. She seemed to shiver in delight. I got in the shower with my head buzzing – I was still high! My cock was rock hard! Normally it went down, but the excitement of what had just happened still seemed to please it. The warm shower felt so good, my body was not aching, but the warm water seemed to massage the tension in my body. I got out and smiled at the pink bath towel – I guess I was expecting it to be black! I started to dry myself, then put the towel around my waist and stared into the mirror to check my hair – it was short because of my job, and it never took a lot to make it look ok.I felt someone behind me. I looked in the mirror to try to find Maria so I could catch her out. I could see on the left-hand side of the mirror someone in a pink PVC dress. The girl’s face stared directly at me and then her tongue licked her lips in a seductive way. I spun around to see what the fuck she was doing in the bathroom… But nobody was there! I stared through the bathroom door towards the bed. Maria was in bed – she appeared to be asleep. For fucks sake, what was wrong with me? My heart was still beating fast as I went into the bedroom. I decided I was exhausted with work and the sex that I had just had was having the usual effect on me. Every time I had sex, it was affected me the same way it does in every male that I knew. It made me tired and, as always, I yawned. I got into bed next to Maria, she mumbled in a happy dreamy way as I cuddled up to her and spooned her from behind as I fell into a dark dreamy sleep.I woke up in the morning with the sun shining into the room, directly onto my face; I could hear a noise that sounded like someone washing up cups and music playing in the background. I lay for a few moments composing myself as you do when you wake up. Slowly, I opened my eyes – I could feel someone lying next to me. How could that be if Maria was in the kitchen washing up? I looked down the bed covers out of the corner of my eye to see the form of someone next to me. As I turned my head, the sun made me squint. I refocused and opened my eyes. I was on my own in the bed; I was going mad! What the fuck was going on? I could have sworn someone had been laying next me! My heart was beating fast. This was not right – I could feel their body heat next to my back – it was really weird. I blinked my eyes again. As I did so, I was convinced someone was there. It was that feeling you have sometimes when your body shivers, like when someone says they ‘felt someone had walked over their grave’. This was all very strange and I was very happy that I was not working. I didn’t feel fatigued, but clearly, I was.I got dressed into some spare jeans and a t-shirt that I had left there a few weeks previously when I had popped round. I brushed my teeth with my finger – no tooth brush. Never move your tooth brush into a girl’s apartment – they think they own you if you do! It’s like you’re serious with them! I walked into the kitchen; Maria was standing over the cooker with a frying pan full of bacon and eggs. I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck – she seemed to melt into my head.”Morning, bad girl!” I said.She turned and smiled at me, “Excuse me! I’m not sure who the bad girl was last night!?”I smiled and she giggled at her quick-thinking joke.Maria looked different, she really was pretty. At that moment I realised she was not wearing makeup.”Wow! Where have you been hiding her?” I said.”Who?” said Maria.”You’re not wearing makeup! You’re so pretty, babe! I mean really pretty without all the Goth stuff on your face!”Maria smiled “Well sometimes I like to be lazy and relaxed…I don’t always have to dress up to have fun…or do we? Although I think we found quite a slut in you last night, didn’t we? You’re such a horny Bitch!”I smiled and put my arms around her hips, she pushed backwards on to my groin.”You horny bastard! You can’t have anything left after last night? Surely not? So…I have pulled a sick day at work today…thought we could relax a bit?”Her suggestion was perfect – I needed to rest.We sat in the kitchen eating breakfast, listening to classical music on the radio – it was really relaxing. After breakfast, we went into the lounge. Maria had gone out whilst I was asleep and bought the Saturday newspapers. I smiled at seeing ‘The Times’ and ‘The Telegraph’.”You sure about these papers?”Maria made a firm face. “Darling, this Goth girl has a lot of secrets you don’t know about! Sit down, Bitch, and read a paper while I cook you breakfast! Read…come on…educate yourself!”For the first time in my life I actually enjoyed reading a newspaper, I didn’t realise that these so called ‘heavy to read’ papers were so informative about what was going on around the world. We seemed to read the papers all day and do nothing but cuddle, I really was very content. I left Maria’s at about 8pm, got home, and most unlike me, went to bed early. I was due back on duty at 7am, and I was exhausted.The next six days seemed to just rush by. We were not very busy at work, but I seemed to be on a ‘high’, looking forward to seeing Maria again. We sent a few cheeky text messages to each other; I loved the idea of having these mobile phones and being able to send messages to each other without speaking.I woke up on Friday morning, I hadn’t had a ‘piss hard’ for years – my cock was solid – it was almost uncomfortable because it just wouldn’t go down. I got up, had a shower followed by a shave, then grabbed my gym kit and went straight down the gym. I did some weights, followed by rowing, then a slow run on the running machine. I walked back home, checked my phone – no message. As I put the key in the door, my phone pinged. I took my phone out my pocket and saw the envelope sign in the corner of the phone. I opened the message as I walked into the apartment and read the message…’Hey Bitch, don’t forget tonight?’My cock reacted by going instantly hard. I grabbed the post off the floor and went into the kitchen. I opened a cupboard and grabbed the coffee beans for the machine. ‘Ah yes, time for a hot coffee and 5 minutes relaxation on the sofa!’I woke suddenly. ‘Fucking hell!’ I had fallen asleep on the sofa, this was so unlike me. I checked my watch – Jesus, it was 5pm – I had been asleep for 6 hours. I took a quick shower, got changed and made my way over to where Maria worked in the music shop. I got there as the shop was closing.Maria smiled, “So you are coming then?”I smiled, “Sorry, I was busy, but I’m here now!”We walked to the bus stop holding hands. I really liked her – she excited me.We got home and Maria played the domestic housewife, cooking pasta with chicken – it was really good. After we ate, Maria stared at me and said “So Bitch…are you ready to go to a party?”It was 7:30pm, my cock was hard again. I couldn’t believe I was about to get dressed in female clothes and go to a party, but the ‘high’ I was having just seemed to make it more daring and exciting.We both showered and went into the bedroom. Maria insisted I shave. I didn’t have a shaver, so she appeared with a new razor she that used on her legs – it was a new blade, so I used that. Then she sat me down and did my makeup and hers in double fast time. Hanging on a hanger were the clothes I had worn the week before.”Get dressed, Bitch!” she said in a very dominant way. I got dressed and found my hard cock causing havoc with my skirt. “Put these on…don’t argue, put them on now!” Maria handed me some panties that were shiny and made from PVC. As I put them on, they felt amazing; they were very tight, holding my cock close to my tummy. Maria smiled “You look perfect!” she was wearing a black PVC catsuit and had a PVC skirt over the top that stuck out like a ballerina. “We haven’t got long…the taxi will be here in a minute!””Fuck…shoes!” I needed shoes.Maria saw my face and produced a pair of flat mules “Try these on!” They had a slight heel, but to my amazement they fitted really well. “One last thing, darling…you need to wear this!” Maria walked towards me with a short black ‘Cleopatra’ wig. “I want you to wear this for me!” I bowed my head and she put it on over my head. “Fuck…you look so horny, Terry!”We heard a horn noise outside. The taxi had arrived.Maria waved through the window, “It’s here, Bitch!”We walked outside. I was not expecting 2 girls to be sitting in the taxi already! They were both stunning in a Goth type of way. Maria introduced me to Sally and Beth. They never said a word about how I was dressed, it was clear that they were all best friends and the conversation was normal girl chat. What surprised me was they seemed to know the taxi driver as well, and he joined in their conversations! We drove over London Bridge, heading south, but turned left as it came off the bridge and took a U-turn and headed towards Southwark Cathedral. The taxi stopped directly under London Bridge. We all got out and walked towards a door where 3 large doormen were standing. All 3 men towered over six feet, they all wore ear pieces, and were wearing smart black suits with kaçak bahis red ties. As the girls walked towards them, it was obvious they all knew each other.”Good evening, ladies!” said the tallest bouncer as he opened the door – the piercing music hit my ears like an explosion.The music was modern club music, completely different to what I thought it would be. The place was alive! What was a surprise was the type of people walking around! Everyone was really happy! Women were walking past with leads that were attached to men, and sometimes women, but it all just seemed to be normal!Maria leaned over and whispered in my ear “Welcome to the Pleasure Dome!”Everywhere I looked was pure erotica! Forget ‘Playboy’ – this was a sheer sex dream! My cock was so hard – everyone seemed to be beautiful. We moved to the bar which was not crowded and Sally ordered some drinks. Maria stepped behind me and I felt something click on my neck. The collar that she made me wear was suddenly tugged, I jolted back.”Good, Bitch…don’t want you running away from us, do we?”Beth had walked over to a large table in an alcove; we all followed over to her. As I went to sit down, Maria screamed “Excuse me, Bitch…you can stand and serve us our drinks when they arrive!” She connected the lead to a round link by the table on the wall. Sally walked round me and put a tray of drinks on the table in front of me.Maria stared at me, “We want our drinks, Bitch!”It really felt weird – the girls were talking about their jobs and normal everyday lives as I passed them their drinks! It was all beyond bizarre! I never knew that these kind of places ever existed!Sally suddenly shouted out loudly “Waitress!”A tall woman appeared with glasses of water on a tray.”Waitress…I want water for our Bitch!”The waitress stood next to me, curtseyed, and handed me a glass of water from a tray that she was carrying. As I looked into her eyes, it was obvious that the waitress was a man.Sally leaned forward “Well look at you, Stephen…all dressed up like a waitress! Don’t you look pretty! Are you having fun? Very different to your other job, isn’t it? Oh, silly me, calling you Stephen! It’s Stephanie, tonight…isn’t it?”Stephanie looked down and nodded in a very submissive way.”Don’t forget my free white Americano on Monday as usual, Darling, will you?”Stephanie nodded and walked away after curtseying to the girls.”God, he’s such a nice guy! He is the Manager in the high street of the new American Starbucks coffee shop!”Maria caught my eye “Drink, Bitch!” I leaned over and handed Maria her drink. “I’m so fucking wet, Terry…you’re going to drown in my cum when you suck me off tonight! I’m going to drain your balls dry tonight, you won’t be able to find them…they will shrivel up like raisins! Drink your water, darling, and pull down your skirt…it’s risen! You look like a tart!”Another waitress arrived at the table, “Would you ladies like another drink?”Sally stared at the transvestite waitress “3 more white wines Waitress! What is your name, Darling?”The waitress curtseyed and said “Kara, Mistress!””Well Kara, you make sure you keep coming back to check if we need drinks! Do you understand?””Yes, Mistress!” Kara curtseyed and moved away, Kara was a very efficient waitress, every time the girl’s drinks were getting low, Kara would appear with new drinks.Virtually all the women in the club were stunning, even the transvestites that were obviously men looked amazing! The club music was awesome, and everyone was certainly having a great time. I seemed to be standing there for ages, but there was so much to look at. In the corner of my eye I could see a large stage – 2 women seemed to be fucking a guy wearing a pair of leather shorts. He was lying on a soft leather bench. He appeared to be sucking one of the girls off as she stood over his head whilst he was fucking the other girl up her arse. She was straddling him, jumping up and down, and squeezing his nipples. A crowd were gathered at the stage and were cheering them on. I saw Maria lean over to Beth and whisper in her ear. Beth stood up, walked over to me and grabbed my nipples through my PVC T-shirt…”Wow, Maria…you’re right! They are fucking really hard! Jesus…you’re so lucky! He’s gorgeous, babe…don’t let him go! if you don’t want him, I will have him!”Beth walked past me and made her way towards the stage. She was really stunning! She was wearing a full black shiny PVC catsuit – she was really sexy. Suddenly she stopped and started talking to a really hot girl who was taller than her and dressed in a bright pink dress with long white boots. The girl kept pointing over to where we were. They began to kiss very slowly; they both looked over at me. Beth whispered in the girl’s ear, and she walked away. I could not take my eyes off the girl in pink – she was gorgeous! She saw me looking and seemed to stare right into my eyes – it made me shiver with a strange excitement. I felt like I knew her.Stephanie appeared, “Good girl, Stephanie!” said Maria. “I bet Terry would like another drink, wouldn’t you Darling?”I nodded and thanked Stephanie for my drink, which I drank quickly.Beth reappeared, but had someone with her on a lead. “Look what I got! She’s really pretty, isn’t she? Come and sit on my lap, Darling!”The girl was very pretty; she had long blonde hair and was wearing a red satin maid’s uniform with white stockings and red high heels. Beth started to kiss the girl, and she put her arms around the girl as they began to explore each other. The girl moved her head back, staring at the ceiling with her eyes closed, as Beth explored her neck and started to fondle her chest. Maria and Sally started to encourage Beth on what to do.Although the night seemed to be slow, we had now been in the club over 4 hours. Beth leaned down to her bag and pulled out a leather belt. As I studied it closer, it was a strap-on. Beth told the girl to stand. She stood up next to her and wrapped the thick leather belt around her own waist – the strap-on cock was flesh coloured. She sat down. “Suck my cock, darling! Get on your knees and suck my cock!”The girl fell to her knees and started to suck eagerly on the cock.”Make it nice and wet, Darling, because you’re going to get this in your arse! And if it’s not wet enough, you only have yourself to blame!”The maid went mad on the cock, taking the full length into her mouth. I don’t know why, and I can’t explain it, but it was really horny watching these 2 girls! The maid sucked on the cock for about 10 minutes. What seemed strange was that people were walking past and virtually ignoring what was going on! A few people stopped and smiled, but the whole thing seemed to be as if it was normal for a maid to be on her hands and knees sucking a cock.Maria walked over to me and stood behind me, then she grabbed my nipples and started to play with them. “Does that turn you on, Terry? Do you wish that was you? When I get you home, would you like me to do that to you? Now you’re my Bitch, I can do whatever I want with you, can’t I? If you don’t agree, I will just leave you here…let you make your own way home! Would you like that?”I stared into her eyes – she seemed to mean it! I had put myself in quite a position, but I was really turned on, my cock was screaming inside my panties.Beth told the maid to stop sucking on her cock and to stand up. She pushed up her maid’s uniform and told the girl to mount her strap-on. The girl pulled her knickers down and she started to straddle the strap-on. At that point, I saw the hard cock and balls of the maid as Beth pushed the strap-on into the maid’s arse. She squirmed as the long strap-on eased inside her, then she started to ride it like a girl possessed. Up and down she went on the strap-on, frantically pushing it deeper and deeper into her arse.”Good girl! You enjoy your Mistress’ cock! Push harder, Bitch…feel my cock inside you!”The maid was screaming, but the music was too loud for anyone to care or notice as Beth fucked her sissy maid.Maria was breathing heavy in my ear as she played with my nipples and kissed my neck. “I can’t wait to get you home tonight …we have a nice horny surprise for you! Is your cock hard? Do you need me to milk you? Would you like that? Me, milking you right now?”I said “No, not here…please not here!”Maria laughed and said “NO…you’re right! Not here, Darling, but I’m going to milk you tonight, don’t worry about that!” Maria walked back to her seat as Kara arrived. “Kara, call this number on the paper…I want my taxi in 10 minutes! Do it now!”Kara skipped away quickly. Beth was pushing the maid deep onto her cock by pulling her down from the shoulders; she was really pushing the girl onto the strap-on. They both looked exhausted as the maid got faster and faster. Beth smiled at Maria, “If you’re going, I’m staying with this Bitch, so I will see you next week, honey!”Sally leaned over to Beth and kissed her as she stood up. Maria then leaned over and kissed her as well. She walked over to me and unlocked me from the table. Holding the lead, she pulled me away from the table with Beth and the Maid still fucking each other.As I looked back behind me towards the stage, I could see Kara, the waitress, up on stage on her hands and knees, being fucked by 2 guys who were dressed in PVC shorts. One was behind her fucking her up the arse; the other was forcing his cock into her mouth.We made our way to the foyer, the music was not as loud as it was in the club and you could actually hear people’s voices more clearly. It was very busy with more people arriving and walking past us. 3 very pretty, but obvious transvestites arrived, all were wearing PVC dresses.The first one, who was wearing a skin-tight red dress, walked over to me. She put her hand on my chin, then raised her hand to the side of my face and put 2 fingers in my mouth. I don’t know why I did it, but I sucked her finger as she moved it in and out like a fucking motion. She growled out loud and threw her head back. “Oh Darling, you’re so fucking cute!” She laughed with the other 2 girls as she moved away, blowing a kiss at me as she went into the club.One of the bouncers walked over to Beth and told her that the taxi was outside. We walked to the door and the cold air of the night hit us. I didn’t realise how warm the club was inside. We all got in the taxi; it was the same taxi driver that had taken us originally to the club.Maria leaned over to me and said “I hope you’re ready.
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