Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas had groaned in pleasure as he was fucked cumming hard. Most men would take issue with being dominated but to Thomas it was sex he was being paid to have. Plus he imagined the look that arrogant cunt's face when he informed her he had her little black book. When she'd left he opened a drawer by the sink pulling out a modified wireless had drive. Hooking it up to his laptop he chuckled, the device had copied her cell's signal, and anything electronics's data banks. The cell trace however was a full in depth link he'd get any text she got also all calls would be recorded, but it would be impossible to tell because to the cell phone company and signal things were working normally. Plus as a bonus any "Not infected" items would like wise receive the signal and be infected Most of this tech was not only highly illegal but also a decade or more away from private sector use. The only problem was if the cell was a burner, the info would be limited however the GPS chip would prove invaluable. Unfortunately it would take twelve hours to put the data where he could see it. Setting up a server so he could send the information to 12 different servers, he nodded sure it was safe. He removed the hard drive, it's purpose done, he put it into the sink pulled two bottles of ever clear from his bag and doused the modem When it was nothing but slag he smiled. No way to end the link now, short of destroying the phone. Bringing his computer up he started it defragging the info as he headed to bed.

The next day, he was waiting where his "Mistress" had ordered him to be. A black leather skirt that went to his knee, a pair of red silk panties, black stockings, seven inch black heels, a simple red button up blouse, with matching stockings and garter. A pair of reflective lenses sunglasses, and a fedora helped make it hard to tell his gender, a dark red wig helped as well. Another appointment and more information. Plus his cock was rock hard.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda immediately spotted him in his stylish and elegant outfit. What a contrast to yesterday when he had appeared dressed like a clown. For a moment she wondered if he actually enjoyed cross-dressing. But then she remembered his blush at being made to wear her panties. No, underneath this façade he was deeply humiliated to be dressed as a woman. Now, Amanda wondered, how could she make that worse for him?
By the time she had walked across to him, she had a plan.
‘Well, done. This is very much better than yesterday. But I expect you don’t have a large wardrobe of woman’s lingerie, so our first task for today will be to buy some more for you.’
Off she went, setting a brisk pace that she hoped would prove a challenge for a well built man tottering on ridiculously high heels. And while she walked, she imagined what was happening under that leather skirt. On the basis of his performance yesterday, he’d be rock hard. He seemed to be hard all the time. And in his female underwear he would be increasingly uncomfortable. But not as uncomfortable as he would be later.
She led him to one of the more expensive lingerie stories. Young slender assistants were advising the female customers, some of whom had brought their partners to help choose.
Amanda ignored the displays and headed for a leggy blond assistant who was admiring her own reflection in full length a mirror.
‘We need some advise on panties for my friend’ she announced, her voice carrying across the store. ‘As you can see he has a particular problem finding ones with a suitable fit.’
Saying which, she unzipped his leather skirt and let it fall to the floor.
The assistant recovered with commendable speed from the sight of a rock hard cock trying to escape from red silk. Everyone else in the store did their best to see what the problem was, without making it too obvious. But soon they were all either staring openly or casting long sideway glances at the sight of this man in his distinctive outfit.
Amanda ignored them and, picking up his skirt, proceeded to lead him round the store discussing the various styles.
‘Obviously’ she told the assistant in a stage whisper that carried into the street, ‘he needs a large size. We need to try him out with some French knickers for when he gets excited, as you can see.’ She paused for the assistant to take another good look, which she seemed to enjoy.
‘As you can see he has a good ass, so I’d like to try some thongs and strings.’ Which was a cue for the assistant and anyone else in range to take a lingering look as his hard buttocks. Some of the men were drifting away from their partners and trying to look as casual as possible as they sauntered past.
‘Now what colour do you think suits him?’
After a long and, Amanda hoped, embarrassing discussion about skin tone and colour matches, she returned his skirt and let him pay for the purchases while she gave some thought to her next move.
‘Right’ she told him as she led him into the street, ‘now let’s get a room and you can give me a fashion show to see how these panties suit you.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas couldn't help the growl that came from low in his throat. he was half tempted to jam a knife into the bitches liver and watch her bleed out, but taking a few breathe to calm himself, he new the anger looked like a bush. smirking he decided to turn it around a bit. Putting his left hand on the dom's hip he said, "She's just jealous I can pull most of this off, but it's okay, I love her despite her flat ass." every word she said he had counter for, commenting on style and such. As she made hi go an pay he did saying, "Really sweetie too poor to even buy me the presents you picked out?"

As they left he handed the blond his number he could read from her boy language how turned on she was. He had a feeling he'd need some normal sex by the time the Dom finished with him. Of course one or two more "meetings" and the bitch would be his. He walked easily in the heels, it was about balance, and with martial arts came an amazing grace. Walking to the front desk, he got a suite of a room ten grand a night. Before allowing her to lead them to the elevator.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda was neither impressed nor concerned at her client’s insolent behaviour. It was not unusual for clients to try to behave as if they were somehow in charge, especially in the early stages of the relationship. They all learnt, as this one would, sooner rather than later that it only made their treatment worse. It was, Amanda knew, futile to try to discipline them in public. That merely fed their rebellious nature. No, it was better to do it in private.
Her sharp eye didn’t miss the note passed to the shop assistant. She had expected the assistant to show an interest in her client and was not surprised that he was attracted to what she appeared to be. He would have a big surprise when he got her skirt off and found that she was discreetly packing as big a load as he was. Amanda smiled to herself at the thought of how he would react to that.
As soon as they were in the suite at the hotel, Amanda unpacked the purchases and laid them out on the bed. She helped herself to a glass of white wine from the minibar and settled down with her legs crossed to watch.
‘I showed you yesterday how to undress someone in a sensual manner. You will now perform that task on yourself. Strip naked in a manner that will arouse me. Then we will see how you look in each of these panties.’
She waved her hand over the row laid out on the bed.
‘Start at this end’ - she pointed to the loose-fitting French silk knickers - ‘then work along’ – her hand swept past thongs, finally coming to the last item, a skimpy string that would cut his balls in half and crumple his manhood into a ball.’
She took a sip and settled down for the show.
‘You can leave that Fedora on, it’s cute.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas sighed about to do it when he got a text message. Reading it he smirked, and like a switch was thrown he smiled. Looking at the woman he said, "Or you can get up, beg for my forgiveness and strip for me."

Thomas showed her the text, "We got the information the rest of the money is being wired to your account in the Camen islands the copied you requested have been sent to third party for release if not contacted within an hour by you, using the pre-chosen pass code."

Thomas chuckled, "My name isn't Thomas Macowtiz, it's Thomas Alexander Barbossa Smith, I'm a master at corporate espionage and was paid 10 million dollars by one of your client's business partners. they wanted a copy of your little black book, to black mail him into stepping down from the company. The moron paid you with corporate money."

Smirking like a shark, he said, "I wonder how your life will go, when every one of your client is released to the media, how long they'll wait to throw you under the bus? Make me an offer."

 

[lowblow emma]

For a moment, my world seemed to stop. The colour drained from the room, becoming a misty grey, as my head registered that this guy was trying to … Well, trying to do what exactly? Threaten me? Blackmail me?
I took a sip of my wine to cover my confusion while my mind set to work.
The one thing I was not going to do, definitely not, was to give in. Though what he wanted me to give in to wasn’t clear. Slowly, my mind saw an answer.
‘Of course, you didn’t use your real name. Very few of my clients do, and only the most stupid ones.’ I didn’t add that, being stupid, they didn’t stay around for long.
‘The names you say you’ve obtained are false and the contacts are hidden behind chains of accounts and drop boxes. You’ll be lucky to find even a few of their real identities.’
I let that sink in while I thought some more.
‘And even if someone’s name gets public, who do you think they’ll come after? Me or you? If there’s trouble coming, we’re both going to be in it, you as much as me.’
More food for thought.
‘And don’t forget that you are not the only one who knows how to use technology. Our little meeting yesterday was filmed from a camera in my bag. The sight of you in my panties should make some interesting viewing for your friends. So should the sight of you being buggered. And today’s shopping trip, that is all on the shop’s cctv. Let’s not forget that cute assistant who you arranged to meet, he’ll be able to give a full account.’
I let the ‘he’ sink in.