Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 23:27:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mystery Game <a_mystery_game@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Trip To London - Part One

Dedicated to Master Scott,
Based on our true week together.

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1. Departure

Standing in the Heathrow airport terminal, Sarah looked passively around at
the many people going about their business.  Of course, his name wasn't
really Sarah, no, her passport said something quite different.  The
passport also stated her gender as being "M", which she was even if she
heavily wished otherwise.  That was the name that had been bestowed upon
her by Scott, her Dom.  That was who had convinced her over months of
online talking, texting, webcam, phone chats, gifts and more, to come to
London for a week to meet.  He had even sprung for the ticket, on the
condition that Sarah stay with him for the duration of the visit.  It all
seemed too good to be true, and she had sprung at the offer for her spring
break.  So here she stood in the terminal holding her small suitcase, he
had said she only needed a few outfits.  Very demanding on which she
brought.

Pondering when exactly Scott would be there to pick her up, or where, he
had stated neither, she stood idly.  Suddenly, a hand struck her hard
across the cheek emitting a loud crack as her cheek felt the stinging pain.
Setting a gentle hand on her reddened face, she turned to be met by the
imposing figure of her Dom standing in front of her.

"I told you to dress before the flight," he said dryly, a look of anger in
his eyes that made her shrink.  Standing there in her drab boyish clothes,
having chosen them over the girl clothes to save face in customs.  Her face
feel to the ground demurely, feeling remorseful for her grave wrongdoing,
as she was slapped once more on the opposite cheek, her face turning
slightly from the motion.  "Go and get dressed," his hand lifted to motion
to the bathrooms not far off to indicate where she should change.  "Wear
the leopard one, and those strappy stilettos."  He didn't need to say much
more, as she shuffled to the bathrooms quickly while cradling the small
suitcase.

Latching the stall, she set the suitcase on the floor and opened it.
Hearing the many people coming and going through the restroom, she slowly
stripped her drooping and drab boy clothes and piled them neatly on the
tile floor.  She was lean, eating a very strict diet and jogging often.
Her small five foot, six inch frame was pale, her butt a little bubbly for
a boy, and her body tending to slight curves.  Her small `clit', as Scott
had named it, wasn't much to show for.  No hair was on her body below her
neck, her face having not grown much hair but still shaved often.  Framing
her round face was medium length, immaculately kept brunette hair cut in a
unisex style.

Looking through her suitcase, she chose a small hot pink thong, hoping it
would be to Scott's liking.  Stepping into it and pulling it slowly up her
legs, she affixed it on herself and tucked herself back to try and hide her
growing hardness.  Tugging up a bra in a matching color, she wrapped it's C
Cup build around her small frame, clasping it with ease.  Placing her home
made forms into the cups, she checked the weights gently before sitting on
the toilet seat.  Pulling out a pair of fishnet stockings, she balled them
up as she had many times before, slowly rolling them up her legs one at a
time before standing back up.  Pulling the dress out, she inspected it
quickly with it's short hem and spaghetti straps.  Stepping into it, she
pulled the leopard print fabric up and pulled the straps over those of her
bra.  Smoothing it's tight form fitting silk over her body.  Taking a step
would expose her stocking tops, and bending over would give a full view of
her ass.

Sitting back onto the seat, her dress riding up and almost exposing her now
fully erect clit, she pulled out her shoes.  A black pair of stilettos with
ankle straps, five inch heels.  Slipping her hose covered feet into them,
she quickly strapped them on and stood on the heels with ease.  Having
practiced for hours on end in the towering heels, she needed no help.
Checking herself for a moment, she noticed the bulge apparent under her
short dress.  Trying to hide it, she tucked it back helping the image
somewhat, but a peering eye would notice after a while.  Fluffing her hair,
and taking a tube of red lipstick from her makeup bag and rolling it on
with a practiced hand, she placed her boyish garbs into the suitcase and
closed it.

Pulling up the handle, setting it on it's small wheels, she composed
herself.  The sounds of the airport suddenly feel back on her as she
reaches for the latch.  The sounds of the bathroom's reminding her she was
firmly in the male restroom, and there wasn't a chance of the amount of
people inside dying down anytime soon.  Holding her breath and composing
herself, her clit not growing any less hard at the prospect, no matter how
much she feared it, she unlatches the door and pulled it open.  Walking
quickly, eyeing the floor, she could her the motions of the room slow as
people struggled to comprehend what they were seeing.  Slowly, some people
got the idea, a few murmured laughs, a playful whistle and a few disgusted
older men making disparaging comments.

As she exited into the carpeted terminal, she straightened her walk and
slowly made her way back to Scott as he watched her make her way, under the
gaze of many men and women to him.  Standing close to him, she watched the
floor as her face flushed red.  Quickly a hand grasped her clit, squeezing
it momentarily and setting her ablaze in passion as Scott coped a feel of
her.

"Follow."  He ordered her, turning and walking knowing she would follow.
And follow she did, her erection now formed by her dress, no way to hide
it.  Blushing almost crimson, she followed him closely as her heels clicked
on the tile floor of the entrance, the cool afternoon air flushing over her
and up her dress, caressing her body tenderly.  So Sarah found herself in
London, dressed in a short dress and high heels, following a Dom she had
just met in person for the first time, at his will.