First Time Drag Chapter 2

As Michael prepared the bedroom and himself, I had several glasses of a deep, woody California cabernet. The wine and the thoughts of what was to come both warmed me. I realized I was very, very aroused. The thought of Michael being a little slutty was exciting. From the bedroom I could hear Michael finally say, "I'm ready, come on in."

I entered the bedroom holding my glass of wine along with one for Michael. I placed the glasses on the dresser and looked at Michael, he was stunning; his clothing and makeup perfect. It'd always amazed me how Michael was able to dress up so well with none of that clownish over-the-top drag-queen look. Michael was dressed in short smooth dark-gray lingerie, not too much lace. His legs were encased in very dark sheer hose, the tops of the hose requiring no garters, free of any obvious support. He was wearing black suede pumps and a single platinum necklace, his only accessory.

His makeup was, as usual, perfect. He knew I liked him to wear a little too much eye shadow; dark-charcoal in color, along with that deep wine-colored lipstick I found so sensual, his lips outlined by a thin black line. His eyeliner and mascara were just right too. I could see just a touch of powder on his cheeks; he didn't require much there with his flawless skin and over-all tan.

The room was filled with candles and there was a presence of light incense; possibly vanilla, soft sensual music played. Michael approached me and put his arms around my neck, "Do you like?" he asked.

"Yes, very much."

"Tonight I want you to call me Michelle, I know it sounds stupid, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. Is that OK?"

"Why yes ... Michelle."

He guided me to a nearby chair and sat on my lap; I was always surprised at how light he was. He encircled my neck with his arms, looked into my eyes and said, "I want to be your slave tonight. I want you to forget how much you love me and use me like someone you'd never met before, can you do that?"