I decided to contribute to this site and express myself through fiction writing. I intend to follow up on a regular basis, starting with the first part. Next parts will be attached as a reply to this topic.
The story is based on real experiences mixed with new fantasies, and I aim to make it reflect what is really possible when a friendship on this site is taken to the next level and results in a discrete intimate encounter.
I hope you enjoy it.
MSc.Toucher
The Second Encounter - By MSc. Toucher, 2012
Chapter 1 - The Arrival
It was Saturday, and Marian left her hotel room at 16:30.
“To the Plaza Suites Hotel, please,” she commented to the taxi driver. It was only going to be a twenty minutes drive through the busy traffic, and while sitting conformably in the back seat of the taxi, her mind wandered off to what could be awaiting her at her destination.
She got in contact with Marc through an Internet website, and they had been exchanging e-mails during two months. In the first message, Marc introduced himself as an experienced play doctor, and asked her to write about herself and her desires.
After this initial period, they agreed upon an initial meet up in a city far from their home towns, and met in the lobby of a hotel. After a drink and a short conversation, she accepted his invitation and followed him to his room for a first real session.
During this first time, Marc introduced her to his world of fantasy and play, and made her feel comfortable, almost able to be her full self. Thinking back of that night, already three months ago, she felt a sensation of excitement. She remembered everything in all colorful details: his voice, his touch, the scent of the room, her initial nervousness, his firm instructions and her vulnerability.
“We’ve arrived at your destination, madam,” suddenly brought her back to reality. She quickly paid the driver, and got out of the taxi. In front of her was the entrance of the hotel. She took a deep breath, and confidently entered the reception area...
That same afternoon, three hours earlier, Marc arrived at the same hotel. With him, he carried a large suitcase. He paid in advance for a suite, the same as last time and took the elevator to the fifth floor.
He opened the door of the room, and a sense of satisfaction emerged in him. The suite had a modern interior, without anything distracting. A perfect play space, enough privacy, where one could forget about the world around and the everyday problems. The room was divided in two parts: a living room with a dining area, and the bedroom in the back, with a bathroom attached.
The dining room provided the most important part and the main reason why he always chose this hotel and this particular room: a medium size rectangular dining table, heavy and stable, with four legs. Marc smiled when he remembered some of the scenes that involved this table.
It reminded him of his last encounter with her, and their e-mail exchanges afterwards. She had confessed that although she enjoyed the session and wanted to repeat, next time it had to be much more intense. She had asked him to be more severe, and don’t hold back. She wrote that she trusted him, and was ready to experience her most authentic self, and explore her masochistic side.
His eyes twinkled. This was exactly what was going to happen tonight.
Three hours later the phone rang.
“Mrs. Marian arrived, sir,”
“It’s ok, I am expecting her, please ask her to wait a few minutes in the lobby.”
Marc let her wait on purpose. Everything was ready for her, but a bit more anticipation was part of the foreplay.
In the lobby, Marian moved restless in her seat. The confidence which she felt when leaving the taxi was replaced by nervousness. ’Is this really what I want? What if I disappoint him?’
“Madam, Mr. Marc asked you to join him upstairs, room 512, fifth floor.” The receptionist smiled at her, while she nervously stood up, avoiding eye contact, and left in the direction of the elevators.
“Please come in, I was expecting you. You can take off your coat.”
Marc felt a glimpse of excitement when her long coat slid of her shoulders. As agreed, she was wearing teenage type of clothes, a short skirt, striped socks, flat shoes, and a white blouse. Her long hair was kept together in a pony tail, and she had light make up, a bit of lip gloss, a touch of sweet perfume, just perfect. Although she was in her early thirties, it make her look like just twenty. The large earrings, touching the tender skin of her neck, made her look very sexy.
“Just before we start, you know tonight will be more intense... do you remember the safe words we agreed?”
She nodded.
“Ok, use them if needed. Ready?”
She smiled shyly and nodded again.
Chapter 2
“Welcome, please sit down here”
Marc pointed at the chair, and sat himself on the chair behind the small hotel room desk. Marian looked around. The room was quite empty, with the light a bit dimmed. The door to the bedroom was closed. She could only imagine what was waiting her behind that closed door.
“Let me see, your name is Lucy?”
She nodded.
“Nice to meet you Lucy. As you are well aware, my name is Dr. Anderson.”
“How old are you Lucy?”
“Eighteen, sir.”
She enjoyed entering the role of a different person, younger, and with a different name. It gave her the feeling of excitement, as at that age she already had fantasies, but never imagined that playing such kinky fantasy for real was achievable.
“How long have you been in Marland center?”
“Six months.”
As Marc had described in his e-mail invitation, Marland center was a very strict detention center for female teenage delinquents between the age of 13 and 18.
Like the first time, they had agreed on a specific role play scenario. Marc would play the role of medical psychiatrist Dr. Anderson, responsible for giving advise whether a girl was allowed to be released when reaching the age of 18, or would have to be moved to an adult facility. Every girl had to undergo regular common exams and interviews. Lot’s of stories were going around about things that happened in his office, but most girls never got to experience what really could happen there. A lot of rumours were told about the lengthy visits of some girls to his office, who returned to their rooms seemingly exhausted. But as none of those girls ever spoke about what happened to them, each girl was just hoping that she would be one of the chosen ones, as it was well known that the fortunate girls got the privilege to leave Marland center and receive freedom.
Marian would take the role of such a fortunate girl in the agreed session scenario. This was all she knew about it as well, as Marc did not give any more details. Except, that it would be more challenging and severe than the introductory play session of the previous encounter..
“As agreed, you will be allowed to leave Marland tomorrow morning, I already prepared and signed the paperwork. However, I expect full consent and participation to what will happen in the next hours. If not, I will allow you to leave my office before we’re done, but write in my evaluation report that I found drugs in your blood test and make sure you will get at least another two years in adult prison. It is up to you Lucy.”
Marian got really into the fantasy. She felt like the girl, eager to leave, but also anxious about what was going to happen. She knew that the scenario was just a fantasy, but what would happen to imaginary Lucy would be happen for real to her.
“Have you made your preparations, as I requested?”
She nodded.
“Stand up, take off your panties and lift your skirt, so I can verify.”
Slowly she stood up, and did exactly as he requested. “Well done, looks good. Spread your legs a bit please.”
He took advantage of the access she had given him, and rubbed lightly over her smoothly waxed labia.
“Very good.” Marc loved the sight and feeling of smooth female genitals. Her outer labia were nicely formed, and smooth as this she looked like a young girl.
He opened the drawer of the desk, and took out a pair of gloves and a tube of lube. Using the gloves, he spread a generous amount of lube on two of his fingers, and with one hand on her butt cheeks, without hesitation he inserted the two lubed fingers deep in her vagina.
“Spread your legs wider please.”
He slowly moved his slippery fingers in and out her. She was amazed by his sudden intimate step, but she almost naturally closed her eyes and enjoyed every bit of the strong sensations. She started breathing heavily as he continued to move in and out, long deep movements.
“You dirty girl, you are obviously not a virgin anymore, you just have done this many times here in this prison. You like it, don’t you? Open your eyes and respond”.
“Yes sir.”
With his left gloved hand against her butt cheeks, he pulled her to his right hand, and massaged her inside, while rubbing the palm of his hand agains her whole pubic area. With his fingers still inside her, he pulled his hand upward, as he was trying to lift her from the floor. His movements were determined and strong.
“Dirty girl”, he whispered in her ear.
She started moaning. She felt very excited, being stimulated this way while standing on her feet.
He removed his hand, and without any warning, he forced one finger into her behind, all the way, without any hesitation.
“Aaaoww”, she moaned, as it hurt, contrasting to the pleasant feelings just before.
“Don’t forget your body is mine for the next hours.”
She felt releaved when he immediately withdrew his finger, and removed the gloves.
“Good girl.”
She was trembling on her legs, but she had enjoyed every minute of it. Excited to discover what would happen next, she gave him a quick encouraging smile.
He looked at her, and loved the sight of her now glistening labia, with her inner labia visibly swollen appearing between them. The thought of owning her body for the next hours made him very excited. He was happy that she responded so well to the start of the session, and felt encouraged to continue in his role.
“Ok Lucy, we will now go to the treatment room. In preparation, please take off all your clothes now, slowly, because I like to watch you. You can put them on the chair.”
He watched her, while she took off every piece, until she stood in front of him, completely naked. It was a big contrast with his jeans, his black shirt, and the white lab coat. He could see she felt embarrassed, as she avoided making eye contact. This was exactly his intention. He had her turn around, while he watched her, just to make her even feel more embarrassed.
“Put your hands at he back of your head, and show me your breasts.”
He stood behind her, and with his both hands cupped her small breasts, while he took each nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her massaged them slowly, and he was satisfied that they hardened under his movements. He clamped them slowly between his fingers, increasing the pressure slowly. He felt her body tensing, and increased the pressure even more. She moaned, as he obviously passed the limit between pleasure and pain.
“Keep your hands behind your head!”
He decreased the pressure, and massaged them a bit more. He noticed her body relaxing more.
“Good girl... We’re ready now, follow me.”
