Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 19:51:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: JB <bakerj32@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tommie 2 Tammie - Chapter 1 (TG)

There are only two good things about traveling with your parents when
you're my age: Hotel internet, and hotel pools. Once I got beyond middle
school, summers became an endless series of hotels while my Mom & Dad
worked exhibit halls and trade shows. I sometimes could get part-time work
handing out literature, but I keep my hair really long, so that was a turn
off for some employers. And, these shows in big cities are controlled by
unions, and I don't have a union card.

My name's Tommie, and I'm 5'5" and 125 lbs. I have long brown hair that
reaches below my shoulders. I get a lot of crap at school for it, which is
why I don't have a lot of guy friends there, and I don't miss not being
home. I have a few female friends at school, but I don't date.

I like hotels because I barely get noticed walking around (just another
kid) so I can be sort of anonymous. I also find that hanging out at the
pool is cool, the good-looking Moms don't even notice me. I like checking
out the bikinis while their husbands are attending the trade shows. I
fantasize a lot about older women.

I've also hooked up with two cute girls in the video rooms - you'd be
amazed how many teenage girls wander the hotel late at night. So far this
summer I've gotten both girls to neck with me, but only one came up to my
room, and then all I got was a handjob. Like I said, I don't date, so I'm
not real smooth in that department.

I always get my own room now, I think mostly cuz my Mom & Dad wanna have
sex and they can't do that while I'm there. I got a new MacBook Pro for
Christmas, so I'm building a pretty good collection of porn on my Passport
drive. I can't join any pay sites, but I can download sample videos, and
collect pictures from email. This year my big things are lesbians,
transgendering, and bondage. Don't ask me why, but those really turn me on.

Sometimes at night, I take a shower, get dressed, and jerk off looking at
pictures of hot girls being dominated by older women. I've also taken a
liking to some transgender stuff - which I think is why I like wearing
stockings and high heels and panties. Mostly, though, I fantasize about
being an actual girl slave to an older dominant woman.  I'm getting so
worked up about them that I went and bought some lingerie at Target.  That
was a real adventure - my Mom sent me for a bunch of groceries, so I went
really early in the morning, when not a lot of people are there, and I went
and bought these really sexy black spike-heeled pumps, and some stay-up
stockings, and some thongs. I had NO idea what sizes to buy, so I bought a
couple of each. The shoes, however, were a real thrill - I actually slipped
them on in the store! I'm a size 9, BTW. By slipping all this stuff in with
groceries, I think the cashier just figured my Mom was already out at the
car.

My story this year took a real twist in Denver, and only a month has gone
by this summer. We always check in to the hotel on Fridays or Saturdays cuz
the weekend is for getting the exhibit hall set up. Most of these things
start on Sunday or Monday evening, so while we're down in the hall setting
up, the attendees at the airport arriving.

I was in my room after dinner, and I'd slipped into my sheer, see-through
purple thong and my black pumps, and was humping a couple of pillows,
looking at a bondage video. I always use my iPod headphones on the laptop
when I'm watching porn, and just as Mistress Chanda Lily was smacking the
crap out of this girl's bottom, with the volume cranked up full so I could
really enjoy the spanking, I felt a breeze in the room. I had my back to
the door, laying crossways on the bed, so I turned to see where the breeze
came from, and I about had a heart attack.  I ripped off the headphones to
realize I had not heard someone walk into my room !

"Well, well, well" said the incredibly beautiful blond woman who had just
walked in the room with her suitcase behind her. She was holding her key
card, and looking at me quizzically, and then said "Do Mommy and Daddy know
you're getting off on kinky websites like 'Chanda's Slaves'?"

I was dumbfounded. She walked slowly towards me while I pondered what just
happened in the last few seconds. A gorgeous woman, probably in her late
thirties, wearing sexy spike-heeled red pumps under a very sexy red
pantsuit just used her room key to walk into my room, and busted me
watching bondage porn, which OBTW she knew the name of the site ! My little
teenage brain was already running slow because all my blood supply was in
my pecker, and now this woman has completely stumped me. For a minute I
thought I'd left the door unlocked, or maybe someone had accidently opened
the door to the executive suite next door (I had an interior communicating
door that bolted from my side). I laid there speechless while I watched
this vision of womanly perfection come towards me.

"Well?" she said, walking right up to the bed. "Are you going to answer me,
young man?" She had an odd bemused expression on her face, not mad, not
smiling, but definitely seductive. I laid there in awe.

"Ummmm.....ummm.......no, they don't" I stammered.

"Get up and speak to me appropriately!" she barked, snapping her fingers
and pointing at the floor next to the bed. "Stand there!"

I slid off the bed and stood where she said, feeling completely ridiculous
in my thong and high heels. She walked around the bed, and stood incredibly
close to me. One hand brushed gently against my erect cock, which was
clearly visible thru the sheer nylon of the thong.

"What's your name?" she asked quietly, her luscious lips just a few inches
from my eyes. I was mesmerized.

"Tommie" I said.

"Tommie, the correct way to answer a question from a superior woman is to
use her title in the response. Haven't you learned anything from those
videos you've been jacking off to?"

My face must have turned sixteen shades of red, because she chuckled, and
then said "OK, I've completely got you off-balance. When you speak to me,
you always use the term Ma'am, Mistress, Goddess, or M'Lady in the
sentence. For example, when I asked your name, you would say Tommie,
Ma'am. Is that understood?"

I thought about it for a second. I better not fuck up the next response, or
she might leave, and Lord knows I was living my fantasy right now! I had no
idea how she got into my room, but I certainly didn't want her to leave
yet............

"Yes, Ma'am" I responded.

"Good" she said, stepping back,and then turning and walking towards the
window. She sat down in the easy chair, pulled the telephone closer to her,
and then snapped her fingers again. "Come here, and kneel down next to me,
slut". I immediately complied, nearly running to her side.

"STOP!" she commanded, and I froze in fear. "Go back to where you were, and
walk towards me slowly, and wiggle your hips sensuously, like a girl would
when she's walking on the beach, trying to get attention".

I complied, walking slowly, trying to roll my hips. Truth be told, I'd
snuck into my Mom's closet more than once to dress up, so I knew exactly
how to wear the high heels I had on. She smiled as I walked over to her
with my hips wiggling seductively and then gracefully knelt down beside
her. I was completely enthralled with her now - so much so that I looked
into her eyes all the way across the room, and didn't break eye contact as
I knelt.

"Good, I see you learn quickly. Now, a few questions to sort this out. I
take it you're here with your parents?"

"Yes, Ma'am".

"Is their room on this floor?"

"No, Ma'am, they're up on 34".

"Do they ever come to your room or check on you?"

"Yes, Ma'am, they'll always call around 10 PM to tell me to go to bed."

"Do you?"

I blushed........."Sometimes".

"I think you're a naughty little gyrl, and you stay up late at night
looking at kinky websites. Is that true?"

I blushed again. This woman had a grip on me the likes of which I could not
fathom. Plus, she had called me a girl, which was confusing and exciting at
the same time.  "Yes, Ma'am, I do" I said, blushing again.

"You're very attractive when you blush. I find it sexually attractive to
embarrass my young slaves." She then reached over and ran her fingers
through my long hair gently, using her long, red fingernails to comb the
hair forward and frame my face. "Have you ever worn makeup, slut?"

"No, Ma'am" I replied, my pulse quickening as I realized that I was now in
the presence of someone who I could only dream of previously. I prayed to
myself that I wouldn't do anything stupid to make her leave. I vowed
immediately that I would do whatever she wanted, answer whatever she asked
me, just so long as I could continue to kneel by her side and feel her
touch me and smell that incredible perfume.

"I find your appearance to be very sexy. Your long hair works nicely with
the sheer thong and high heels. Are those your shoes?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did you buy them yourself?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, that must have been an exciting trip. You must tell me about it
sometime. But first, I'd like to find out more about what arouses you. I
see you were looking at a video from one of my favorite websites. Do you
ever watch porn with men in it?

"No, Ma'am."

"Only women?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Excellent. I find that very sexy - you have lesbian tendencies yourself,
don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I was now so totally caught up with her that I would have
thrown myself off a bridge if she'd asked.  How could a boy be a lesbian?
But hey, I was the one wearing high heels and a thong, so why not?

"So, I'm sure I'll find porn pictures on your computer too, won't I?

"Yes, Ma'am."

"If you like Chanda's Slaves, you must like lesbian porn, as well as
bondage and discipline. Be completely open and honest with me, slave; Which
turns you on more, the bondage or the discipline?"

I was stuck - I'd already decided to give her everything, but this was
dangerous. Oh, well, I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. "I like
both of them a lot, but the bondage is only a method to get to the good
stuff, like spankings and whippings and torture". There, I'd said it.

She smiled at me, for the first time really connecting, I think. She had a
thought cross her mind, and then it was clear that she'd decided on
something.

"Do you wear lingerie and high heels whenever you masturbate?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"Why?"

Oh, dear.........how was I going to answer this one?  I thought about it
for a minute, and then said "I like to think of myself as a girl, making
love to older women, and being their slave.  Sometimes i get little samples
of perfume and wear stockings and a thong and high heels and dream about
being a sex slave a beautiful, dominant, older woman.....like you."

Her eyes lit up, and the smile this time was very, very genuine.  She
stroked my cheeks now, her fingernails lightly carressing me.  "Well, let's
take care of business first". With that, she lightly brushed her index
finger over my lips, which surprised me, and I opened my mouth in
reaction. She smiled, and slid the finger between my parted lips. "Suck",
she commanded, in a quiet, melodious voice that spoke volumes of seduction,
and domination, and slavery. I sucked willingly.

"Stop", she said quietly, smiling broadly as she withdrew her finger,
leaning towards me and wiping my saliva from her fingertip onto my left
nipple. She blew gently, using her cool breath to evaporate the liquid and
cause my nipple to get cold, and therefore get hard, while her hair brushed
against my face, and I could smell the exquisite fragrance of her
perfume. Turning her head slightly, her lips came to mine, and I felt our
first kiss, whichever was incredibly sweet, but oh, waaay too short!

She leaned away, reached for the phone, and dialed the operator. She asked
for the Front Desk, and when they answered, she said "No, this is not he,
this is Amanda Carter, I just checked in ten minutes ago, and I'm quite
embarrassed to have to borrow this gentleman's phone to explain that I've
been assigned a room that's already occupied. He's been a perfect gentleman
and allowed me to use his phone, and not go out to the elevator bank and
use the house phone, which would have been even more embarrassing. I'm sure
you'll be able to fix this IMMEDIATELY". Her voice raised slightly at the
end of the sentence, I could tell that this was a woman who was used to
getting her way, and being waited on hand and foot. Damn, that wasn't all
that hard to figure out, was it? She had me kneeling practically naked next
to her, sucking her finger, right?

She didn't say anything for awhile, and it became obvious that whoever was
on the other end was getting flustered. Finally, she said "The upgrade to
an executive suite will be acceptable. I'm already on the 15th floor - do
you have one on this floor?". She waited a moment, and then a huge smile
spread across her face. "Yes, that will be QUITE acceptable, as I won't
have to walk far. Thank you very much, and I will now go to the elevator
bank and wait for someone to bring me the appropriate key card. I don't
expect to be kept waiting long". With that, she hung up. This was obviously
a woman used to being in charge.

She then stood up, and looked back at me. "Remain kneeling, slave".

"Yes, Ma'am."

She walked over to her suitcase, and took out a business card. She laid it
on the desk, and then sat down on the bed, and picked up my MacBook. She
looked thru my files carefully for a minute or two, a knowing smile
spreading across her face. She put it down, and then snapped her
fingers. "Come here, slut", she ordered, while she walked back over to the
door, pulling her bag with her. I immediately stood, and almost ran to her,
but remembered my instructions, and after two steps I slowed and wiggled
sensuously to her side.

WHAM ! She pinned me up against the locked door that led to the other room,
and leaned in and planted one hell of a French kiss on me. Her tongue
probed me while she took both my wrists and pinned them to the door, above
my head. I was giddy with lust, and dizziness swept thru me as my cock
sprang hard against my thong. Using her right hand to pin both wrists, she
continued to tongue-fuck my mouth while her knee found it's way against my
cock, and she framed my chin with her left hand.

"Stay there" she whispered, ending our kiss, and carressed my face tenderly
while looking deep into my eyes. "Would you like to be my sex slave for the
next few days" she asked, as her free hand slowly slid down to my crotch,
and her fingernails brushed provocatively against my rock-hard
penis. "Would you like me to teach you to be a proper submissive? Would you
like to learn how to be a sexy little gyrl slave, and be wonderfully
feminine?"

"Yes, MISTRESS !" I exclaimed huskily, unable to gain any volume in my
throat, but making sure she understood I wanted it badly. I wasn't going to
miss this for the world !

Her hand came off my crotch, and reached over to unlock the deadbolt on the
door I was leaning on. Whoever was in that room could now enter mine at any
time. Could it be she'd been assigned the room next door? Could this
incredible fantasy be coming true?

"Leave this inner door unlocked, and when I order you to, kneel on the
floor by the window, facing the window, and don't move. You may use a
pillow under your knees. Remain kneeling until I release you. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"Our games must remain private - you cannot reveal them to anyone - your
girlfriend, your parents, your friends, or ESPECIALLY anyone online. Is
that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress" I replied. "I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't do
Facebook, and I would NEVER tell my parents - they'd kill me !"

With that, she released my hands, and snapped her fingers while pointing to
my window. I obediently sashayed to the window, grabbing my pecker pillow
on the way by the bed, and knelt down on the pillow, facing away from
her. While I was walking, I heard her leave the room. So, there I was, hard
and horny and kneeling as ordered, a million crazy thoughts going thru my
brain, like 'What if the maid comes in to turn down the bed' or 'what if
she never releases me from this position?'. Crazy thoughts, but how much
crazier could it get? Here I am jacking off to a bondage video and a
beautiful, dominant woman walks into my room and starts bossing me around.

About two minutes after she left (which seemed like an eternity) I heard
the snap of a lock that sounded like the room next door, and then voices as
someone was shown the room, and apologies were prolific. I couldn't
actually hear who was there, but I was pretty sure it was her. I continued
to think about how sexy this was when I was startled by the sound of a
deadbolt snapping back, a door opening, and then another door opening.
Then, all I heard was someone moving around in the other room. I dared not
look, but I was nearly certain she had opened the thru-doors. That slight
bit of uncertainty, however, made the next few minutes agonizingly
excruciating, and exciting, and....

If you'd like to read a second, third, and fourth chapter, please drop me a
note and let me know - bakerj32@yahoo.com.

Thanks !

Jennifer