Tegernsee, Tegernsee why actually?
He just wanted to get away from everything.
from the stress of the office, the same old rut, all
all constraints.
And now he was here for days and was not happy.
ran around in the drizzle to the lake,
looked thoughtful again Water,
went out for dinner alone. All aimless, without a plan.
Until he noticed the woman was.
A striking phenomenon in this place.
A place is also called "The Valley of the Millionaires".
tall, dark fur coat, long red hair. He had initially seen only by
back and was curious stayed in her face. So he ran after her
until the opportunity had surrendered to see them once again.
That was against the Bachmair.
And from that moment on everything was different now.
What fascinated him from the woman, he could not say themselves. Usually he was on a completely different type of woman
, narrow cool Blondes. She was completely different.
But still, this woman fascinated him. Obviously, they did leave here,
lived in one of the apartments right on the lake.
There she was at any rate disappeared after the walk. But, as he registered
satisfied.
From then on, he turned his restless walks so that he passed there as often as possible,
where he was hoping for her reappearance. And in fact, he was lucky.
you really seemed to be on vacation. He saw her take the morning buns, often he met her on his
walks around the lake. Sometimes she was with other guests, apparently
her family. In most cases, but she was so lonely as himself, he followed her in - as he said-
safe distance. Fascinated by your increasingly elegant appearance, raised this
self-conscious transition, the head high. She radiated something majestic, as if she knew
with the greatest self-evident that it belonged to a superior race.
This majestic, arrogant in a woman he had always been fascinated by, awakened dark
wishes to surrender, according to control, control.
days passed thus, he waited on them, pursued them, and at night he dreamed of it, more and more
it dominated his thinking. Wild dreams were it at night. Waking dreams that did not make him come to rest
that afflicted him and tortured. Dreams of her, again and again by her.
you in one of her furs and boots. He knelt before her devotion to the waterfront,
licking the boots. You sit in a cafe with a short skirt and high heels
. And he tied up like a puppy cowering in her chair on the floor, licking the
hand to him from time to time put a piece of cake into his mouth.
grew so his desire and his desire for her with each new day. And every day
grew his fear that she might be gone at once, departed without a word spoken that he
with her would have. His departure date was approaching. It had something
happen, but what? To talk to her just the most natural thing in the world would have been, but
he did not dare. Why he did not know he was not really so shy.
but was absent from her his simple courage.
So he waited until the last day. In fact, he had wanted to go in the morning, but he remained
. He could not leave until he had spoken with her, he had to learn
. This time it seemed the good fortune to come to help. When she arrived at half past nine
from her apartment, she contributed not as usual at the bakery around the corner, but went
around it. Today Café Felix was their goal. They probably wanted to go eat breakfast.
a few minutes. Then he packed up all his courage and entered the
to the early hour, only sparse cafe. He saw immediately
sit alone at a table by the window. Their light-colored coat with the thick fur collar she had
down beside him on a chair. She read newspaper, the Süddeutsche Zeitung, in a cup of cappuccino
. She seemed not to notice their surroundings. Now or never, the heart beat
him up to his neck. A moment later he stood at the table.
"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
She looked up, looked him in the face.
"Why? Here still plenty of other tables are free. "
began the so good. What's Next?
"Yes, but I would like to share with you."
She looked skeptical, hesitated a moment.
"Well, well, please."
She looked back at the newspaper. Apparently took no further notice of him.
he could not take his eyes off her. By so close he had never seen before. She was no longer young
. Her eyes looked as if they've seen a lot of the world, perhaps more
had when they want to see. A profound silence came from her. Nothing Nervous,
not hectic.
She looked up, looked him straight in the eye.
"What do you want from me?"
"I actually did anything, I just ...."
"Tell me no baloney. You're running me even after several days, you're so sick
release or what? "
completely quiet, she had spoken, her voice was left completely. But the words hit him like
slaps.
The blood rushed to his face, he blushed. Did nothing to say.
"So what have not you got your tongue? "
She did not seem to be mad at him. Now she smiled slightly.
fine laugh lines around her eyes appeared. With a routine gesture, she threw open the back
red mane blew in her coffee, took a sip.
you gave him time for his response. Instinctively, he knew that he only got one chance
.
"Yeah right, I will walk for days afterwards, I thought you had not noticed it. Tut
'm sorry. "
" No, it does not. "
" No? "
" No, not you sorry. Wish you a time, my unknown friend. Lie to me.
Never. You're lying to me again, this conversation is just as quickly
over, as it began. Got it? "
She hit her legs and took another sip of coffee. The hissing sound of the
stockings. Blood-red lips in a white froth. Oh God, was this woman
concern.
"Yes, I understood."
"Good. What is your name, you intrepid seducer?
"My name is Frank."
"Well Frank, You can call me right now even Simon. So, so Frank. What now, what
is this? "
Then he just started talking. It literally bubbled out of him. He could not stop
more. He told this complete stranger woman who he was, where he came from, what he did
and how she had him tied for days now. He told her about his addiction to
control, to submission, his yearning - addiction. His fascination with leather to fur.
He told her everything.
you just listened to only drank a sip now and then, sometimes smiled and said so
nothing. When he arrived at the point now that he simply had
need to address, he fell silent. More never occurred to him. Somehow he expected that this initiative
stranger now had to take, either way. He waited for her verdict.
She looked at him a long time, then shook his head almost imperceptibly.
"I do not know Frank, I do not know."
She pushed vigorously back his chair and stood up. His heart stopped.
"Wait here until I return."
She took the coat off the chair and disappeared. He remained seated. First, because it
had told him that second, he felt completely empty, aimless. He would have had no idea where he would
now want to go. After a few minutes announced the energetic clack their high heels
on their return. He dared not look up. He hoped expected that
they sit down again, would stay at least be at the table.
He was wrong, without slowing down and without deigning to look at him,
she walked past him toward the exit. Ok, that's it, he had tried. Nevertheless
he felt completely burnt out. The door to heaven had opened for a moment a piece of
but he had messed up there. The opportunity was there for, but he blew it
.
He looked up. What was that? On the table lay a small pile of fabric. Black tip. A
Panties. This is a small note: "The gourmet restaurant in crossing today Point
clock 20:00.
At a quarter to eight he was sitting in the hotel restaurant. Only with money and good words he had
it still managed today to get a table. The shop was popular. Two Michelin stars
. He had showered extensively cleaned his teeth, put on his best suit,
and her panties. All afternoon he had heumgespielt with the piece of cloth,
it smelled, inhaled that strange wild smell, his imagination had run amok
. He had hardly believe his luck can. Was so happy that he still
had dared to approach her. The fact that you appear to him a chance wanted to give.
And so he sat there and waited for her. It was eight, now she would come. But since no one came
. Ten night eight, quarter past eight. Did you put him? No, they did not have.
There was she, her appearance staggered him the language. The bright red hair down again. It
contrasted beautifully with the simple black evening dress. Shimmering silk. Sun
thin and narrow that it barely covered her contour. High heels. Bare shoulders. Here are just a simple gold chain
without a trailer. The dark eye makeup, lips as red as his hair
.
"Am I too late, Frank? I'm sorry. You know, we need women getting a little
longer. "
He stood up, she kissed him on the cheek. With a loose
granted as they would know for years.
He breathed their aroma, the same scent that had him the whole afternoon so intoxicated. She beamed at him
:
"Well, are you happy?"
"Oh yes, I am pleased, very much."
"Thank you ..." Then tell Frank, speak the word out quietly, do not be afraid. " Mistress "
course dinner went by quickly. He tried to be charming, witty, entertaining
. And he succeeded fairly well. They laughed a lot, she put the dessert
her hand on his, looked into his eyes.
"Are you wearing the panties Frank?"
He blushed and nodded. She smiled.
"I knew I had seen it the first time, in your eyes I could see it
. When you're staring at me last week before Bachmair so, since I know it.
I would just not think you need that long. I was then still quite
help out. "She laughed
refused to back, chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip. When she spoke her voice was
suddenly become different. The conversational tone was gone. Dark was the
voice now hoarse, demanding:
"Come after me in two minutes. On the women's toilet. "
Before he could reply, she was already up and gone.
exactly 120 seconds later, he followed her. His head was empty. In these 120 seconds, he had done nothing
other than on his clock to stare. He would also followed her into the lake, if that had been her goal
.
was luckily the hallway outside the ladies room empty. He looked left and right, then
he drew a deep breath, opened the door and entered.
The tiled room seemed empty. He looked around, that queasy feeling. If someone comes in here now
. What do I do then how can I explain what I here looking for?
The door opened a crack of a toilet. A suppressed laughter.
"Here, Frank, here I am, come here."
She held the door open, he entered the Räumchen. As she stood. Naked, except for hold-up stockings and high heels
. The hands on hips. His knees were
soft.
"Well my friend, this is the dream?"
"Oh yes mistress, oh God."
"Then show me Frank. Show me if all this were just words or more. Let me feel your
longing. "
He sank to his knees. His lips, his tongue searched the shiny leather pumps.
found it. He licked the shoes, the heels. Licked them as he had tasted in his dreams
. Full of fervor and devotion to this woman. It was so natural, so
course, as simple as this hell angel to give.
"Come on Frank you move out, hurry up, take off everything. We do not have much time. "
They did not have to tell him twice. He took off his jacket, nervously fingered his shirt
, pulled down his pants. Stand a few seconds later, naked in front of her.
"Open your eyes to Frank. Make them and enjoy what's coming! "
That was the fulfillment of all that, finally, he concluded the eyes, full of excited anticipation.
the draft of the opening door, he did not notice only when the door fell clattering into
lock, he opened his eyes again. He was alone, she was gone. But not far.
from the neighboring house sounded over her laughter.
"I laugh my flabby Frank. That you should have seen. This dreamy
expression. As an 8-year-old in Phantasialand. Do you really think I blow you now have a
or what, oh man, you're 'ne brand. "
cold shower. Ice cold. He suddenly felt betrayed and vulnerable. Stupid and small. As he
there naked in a women's toilet stood. In the adjacent cell, however, she had fun.
you giggelte and giggled.
"Come on Frank, dress yourself again, or do you want to do before or since what?"
Disillusioned and frustrated, he wanted to grab his clothes but there was nothing more or
rather, almost nothing. Where did precisely located yet his suit and shirt, was now only a small heap of black silk
. Her evening dress.
"Hey, Simone, my things."
"You like women's clothes but Frank. We have both now established but
afternoon. Or do you mean, you were allowed to play half the day for free with my panties
. A bit of fun too so I have to have. Now you do not decorative, drawing the
to dress and come out so that I can admire you. "
She obviously serious. What he was left? Just leave the slip in the cell
? Then even better in the dress. He took the nothing of substance and pulled it over his head
. Your heat had left the dress on, not their fragrance. He immersed himself in
this fragrance. The smooth fabric slipped down like water on him, enveloped him. Slim as he was,
he had no problems getting into the garment. The thin part
warming more than expected. The silk clung to his bare skin as if they belong there.
The smoothness that just yet the lady had warmed, caressed his skin now schmeichend.
Errgend felt that if he was honest. Very exciting.
He did not, but he could not prevent it. He had no chance. Pure
hormone thing. As he stood there in her slip into her dress, he got an erection, which could be seen
. Hardly hampered by the thin fabric of his cock pushed hard and demanding
to the top. He bit his tongue, it did not help.
He stepped out the door. She stood before the mirror and just put up her hair. His suit
suited her. Together with the high heels he gave her a cause androgynous
touch. The shirt she had tied under the bust, rolled up the sleeves of jackets.
She did not look out of place. Not at all. Frank does. In the evening dress
he looked like a cross dresser, who tried the very first time.
She laughed when she saw him. As her eyes wandered down, they whistled admiringly by
teeth.
"My dear man, are well stocked but you could. And obviously also involved. Come
ago, but still missing something. "
you rummaged in her purse, brought out the lipstick.
"Come on Frank, come by, you make it fun, you turn to my little friend to
. Or maybe not. Yes, that's good, Kneel down there, then I still make-up. "
And really, he went to her knees, held out her face and she ran
her lipstick on his lips, she turned red. He enjoyed it. Enjoyed the subjugation, humiliation
, who gave it to him. This enforced femininity. Totally unfeminine
was just his tail that stretched in vain to meet her pleading.
footsteps approached someone at the door.
"Come we now need to get out of here. Take heart that you stand by still. I reward you
then. "
The pair pushed out. A medium sized red-haired woman in a man's suit
and a great guy thinner, garish painted in a woman's dress. "Only
out here," he thought "just get out of here."
brought in the foyer of the two a head waiter.
"My, uh ... Mr. The bill is still open, would you please .... "
" I'll do this for my girlfriend, she's just a little indisposed. She fished his wallet from his suit
and paid with large bills.
"The rest is for you. Tell it no more. "
She took his arm. Now they took him, the red-haired lady brought the girl fake.
your voice in his ear, hoarse with emotion:
"You passed the first test, Frank, you've passed him. Today, you dream your dreams
front of my bed. And my dress You can not kept on it "
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