I had been chatting to *removed* on the site for a few days, talking about going to a local club with him. He was already a regular, for me it would be my first time and if honest I was a a little fearful as to what would happen, not because of lack of meeting men, more just knowing what a greedy girl I can be. He had told me about a number of his fellow club members and how having discussed it, they were looking forward to playing with me. Something I had definitely encouraged him to do. Though when I stopped and counted up the names it was clear it would be a new experience for me if as I believed he was telling the truth. I in turn told him of my desire to be played with in the clubs dungeon room, where i knew from pictures they had a set of stocks. For me the idea of my hands and head being held in place so I could not get away or resist was such a turn on. However I agreed i would go to the cinema room on arrival, and let him decide my fate, as he was keen to use me in a room that had a viewing window, the compromise being he would blindfold me if I wanted. When the day arrived I was up early having shaved and waxed the night before, so as not to be overly tender or pushed for time. For a girl like me the date starts from the moment i am starting to dress, a steady build up, putting on and to start tightening my corset round my own body and my silicon breast forms to give me a nice shape, not to tight at this point as i then cannot bend or breath much for that matter. Next I slide on my stockings over my smooth legs, the feel is exquisite and mentally thrilling, stockings being such a feminine item, i still can never tell how much is the feel and how much is the turn on in my head. The eroticism is only added to as i thing about comments I have had previously when men have admired my long legs and the pleased sound they make when stroking under my skirt they have found that naked patch of skin between lacy stocking top and lacy pantie. A pleased sound that is echoed by my own internal purr and certainly a little stirring in said lace panties. Once my legs are clad, it is time to tighten the corset a little more, slowly but surely getting my waist below 30 inches. Panties on next, always after stockings so they can be pulled down if required, though I much prefer them being pulled to one side when I am being fucked, as a submissive I am not in a position to choose. That said down or to the side i am just pleased a man is giving me the attention I crave, so would never complain anyway. My cock though small when not aroused still makes its self known through the lace on the front of the knickers, I do not mind this, I have come to accept that in reality I am a man. I am also more than happy to lock it in a chastity device if asked to do so. On this occasion no such request has been made, I was quite sure from our chats some of the guys liked having a cock to play with that came under a skirt. Talking of skirts, it was time to put mine on, today I would be wearing a a high waisted pvc skater skirt in black, though no way was it going on till my waist got its last inch off, so a final pull on the strings of my corset first. I had reasoned that a pvc skirt would be easier to wipe clean if someone got carried away, A soft satin blouse would make me feel nice from the waist up, but would wait till after I have done make-up, it is far easier to do right with no top on especially foundation which come down the neck to blend in. heavy make -up had been asked for so was the order of the day. i look good with a lighter touch, but the guy was keen on what he wanted. So heavy false eye lashes, full on blusher and a bright red lipstick that matched my nails was applied, i looked like someshing from a seventies porn mag or even a cheap blow up doll, if I held my mouth in a cock recieving "O" shape, perfect! As requested i wrote"XXXX' fuck doll" on my forhead with eye liner and sent a selfie to him. proof I was ready and waiting, getting it off after was harder than planned. A reply Soon arrived, on my way and picture of the local car park, so I new he was near. I made my way down stairs carring my heels, i was less than steady in them on the flat, the last thing i wanted was to be found with a broken ankle dressed like a slut, at the foot of the stairs. Once down I put them on they have three straps with buckles, that fit at the ankle and lower leg, so once on they need time to remove. i solove them as they feel like i am in bondage, with out the locks. I must be nervous as it takes me longer than usual to fasten all six buckles, I stand the 4 inch stillettoes do me no justice regards looking feminine, as they simply add to my already excessive height. what they do do is make me feel a lot more vunrable, both in that i cannot run off and that I feel exposed my legs feeling / looking longer and skirt seeming shorter. The door bell goes! tbc