I wrote this piece as an email to a dear friend. It is the recollection of a true encounter, one of my first, with a master in the scene. It occurred some time ago.
Dear Charlotte,
I promised to tell you about the red dress. As I previously mentioned, this is early ‘70’s. At that time, I was in correspondence with several TV’s thru contact type magazines. One was Melissa who lived in near Buffalo NY. At the time I lived in Central NJ about 125 miles North of where I do now.
Melissa and I arranged to meet. This would be only my second encounter with another T girl, face to face. As she had no private place, it was arranged that we would meet at a friend of hers and put me in contact with Master Rex, who lived in Syracuse NY, a solid 6+ hour drive for me, one way.
I was more than a bit apprehensive about meeting a male (non-TV). I was not into guys then either. But, I corresponded; he seemed nice though as old as I am now. He was a teacher a public high school and kinky as they come, bondage, latex, leather, heels, corsets; all acceptable kinkiness for me. I made it clear that there would be NO physical sex between us. He could put me in bondage, whip/spank me, I’d obey him, I’d serve as maid, just he was not to remove my panties and ask me to do anything in his drawers.
So, I told a T girl friend in California about my upcoming encounter and out of the blue, one day in my PO box was a parcel. In it, Sandy had sent a pair of 6", black patent pumps as a loan. There were other goodies, but I do not remember all. The shoes were made in London and surprisingly fit well and I could walk in them.
On a Friday, all packed, I left for Syracuse. I arrived about 2 o’clock. Rex was still at work and would not arrive home for a few hours. He told me where he’d hidden a key and instructions/orders. He lived in a rented apartment above a garage he also rented.
Heart pounding, I let myself in and brought up my entire luggage. There was an envelope with more orders waiting (no need to tell, just read what I did to obey them).
First order was that I was to place his key and ALL of my keys (car, bondage toys etc.) in a small paper bag he had left and place them in the mailbox, outside, at ground level! Talk about being ordered to make a commitment and to trust a person I had never met!!!!!!!!!!
I undressed, cleaned up, shaved close and started to redress as CC (at that time and up until about 2 years ago, I was Camille Antoinette Crawford,) I dressed in my black satin corset laced to 24", black bikinis, black bra, and black, seamed, lace pattern pantihose. I then did my makeup as you see in pictures attached (those shots were done at home and I had returned Sandy’s pumps when I recreated the look).
I sprayed with Shalimar (my favorite), put on dress, apron, wig, gloves and shoes. It was near time. My heart was really racing now, I was sweating and my mouth was dry. I locked on my working chains and ankle cuffs. Mincing into the living room (lounge in UK) I took up a glass, filled it with ice, set it on a round tray along with a fifth of Cutty Sark, Scotch. I was ordered to be standing, in the middle of the room, holding the tray with one hand, waiting to serve. Talk about being nervous!
I had to wait 15 or 20 minutes. I thought about lots of things, but mostly that I was chained and my keys were outside!
Finally, the garage door rolled opened under my heels, a car entered, shut off and its door closed. The garage door closed. Wait - two minutes, three? I had to close my eyes. No, that was not an order! I had to do it for me! I was scared!
I heard someone begin to climb the outside, wooden staircase. It was a strange set sounds, not one I was used to hearing as another climbed stairs. Closer. I was trembling and frightened, but I was wearing this uniform and chains I had locked on, myself. I did not have the keys. When the door, a few feet behind me, yes, I had faced away from it, as I wanted to keep ME a surprise as long as possible. I squeezed my eyes tighter. I was REALLY shaking now.
The person in the room closed the door. I heard it lock and a second lock there clicked.
Nothing was said, he did not move.
After a time, he began to walk slowly around me, clockwise as I remember. One completed circle and a half again. He was just a foot or two before me - I could sense it. I heard his rapid shallow breathing. Two minutes past.
"May I touch you, Camille?" His voice was a bit deep, but did not scare me more then I already was frightened. I nodded. I could not speak as a red ball gag was buckled in my mouth. I had placed it earlier. I had obeyed my orders.
His hand touched my shoulder. I fought to not draw back, not retreat. ‘Stand still. Show him how good you are, Camille.’ His hand slid down my arm. It moved to touch my side and he felt the rigid corset that I was wearing. As quickly as it had touched, it withdrew. He moved behind me. I was touched again, now his fingers were on my corset laces through the dress. Starting at the top, they traced each lace all the way to the bottom. "Nice." the word came out in a slow exhale. Had he been holding his breath too?
My skirt was lifted in back. I was really afraid. The hand, it was gloved, I could now tell that, cupped my cheek. It squeezed, but nothing more, before it departed. Now, both his hands captured my corseted waist.
"Turn and face me." Slowly, careful of 6" heels and short ankle chain, I obeyed him. "Open your eyes."
I did not want to! Still, I obeyed. If I could have given him a smile with the curtsey I dropped, I would have. Gags are not conducive to smiling with one’s lips. I smiled and batted the long false lashes. My fears were evaporating. With 6" heels, I was more than a head taller than Rex. He is 5’7". Dark hair, mustache, trimmed goatee, he looked the part of an academian. He too smiled, including his mouth in his pleased look.
Something else calmed me, the strange sound on the stairs. Rex walked with a cane - he had a severe limp. Born with two defective hips, even in ankle cuffs I could run from him. I had less to fear.
"Set your tray aside and assist with my coat, Camille."
So, there you go, Charlotte. The first time anyone saw my red dress except my spouse.
So, now you are going to ask me to tell you about the rest of the weekend?
Rex had me serve him a drink, then to kneel on the floor before him, still holding the tray. Halfway through his drink, he ordered me, "Stay!" and went to change, emerging in black leather shirt, pants and male boots. He carried a crop.
Ordering me to set the tray aside, then stand. I was ordered to bend forward. I was no longer afraid, though I knew his intent when my short, circle skirt was flipped over my back. Rex was kind and gentle.
The first time ever, a real crop stuck my cheeks. He told me I was going to get ten. Well, it was NO fun!
Already you have drawn the wrong conclusion! Shame on you!
Straightening. I snatched the crop from his had and shook NO! He misinterpreted my attempted, gagged communication. I crouched and struck the leather covered ottoman, best I could wearing my working chains, hard as I could manage, which was not very well coordinated wearing my chains, then I tossed his crop back.
Our eyes met, mine glaring, before I turned, I flipped my skirt up, best I could with my hips and thrust my cheeks back.
The following ten were MUCH better. Hey, I can get into this!
Well, he removed my gag. I was not going to refuse that offer. We chatted, laughed, had a few drinks, I made him supper, he offered me a choice of sitting like a lady or ‘feeding like a maid’.
I think my response was something like, "I feel honored to share your table, Master Rex." I curtseyed, fixed a place and we sat together. I told him, "Tomorrow, feed me as a maid, please?"
Through out the evening, Rex made no offer to remove my chains and I didn’t ask him to. He clearly enjoyed my company and I his. He respected my wishes about no sex, through out the weekend, even when he had me in helpless bondage.
That night, I slept on the couch, which folded out to a bed.
In the morning I got all pretty, expecting my friend, Melissa at 0900. As time got around to near ten, I was flustered and Rex knew it. 10:10 a phone call, which he answered in the bedroom. When he emerged, I knew what it was about, though I had heard nothing. "Melissa can’t make it, something has come up."
I was near tears, disappointment and frustration. He knew I was very upset. I did not stop his arm pulling me to his chest. I let it happen, as I needed it. He did not interrupt my silence, just held me.
I broke the silence. "Want to put me in bondage, Master Rex, pretty please?"
I really do not remember much more of that weekend. He never touched me, sexually, and I did not offer, nor did I touch him, in that way.
This was my first visit to Rex - there was ONE other. So, the above was in no way bad, nor was my last.
Love
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