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Awakening My Trans Nature, My Eigth ExperienceI got the message to meet Elise at the top floor of an art department on campus one early evening. The corridors were empty and the lights out except for a meeting room with blinds over the windows and light inside. I knocked and went in. Elise was standing at next to a projector whiteboard at the head of a long conference table. Notes and overhead acetates were beside her and she was dressed in what was described as “ executive tart,” that is shoulder pads, a suit and blouse, but still showing a certain amount of leg and breast and high heels, no doubt the whole look had been rather expensive. Not what you would expect in an university. She looked at me and said sharply, “PPPPP, prior preparation prevents poor performance.” “Yes” I said “Tomorrow I will be giving a presentation for a post graduate position, there will be other candidates but I am the only one with the brains to borrow the room the night before and have a dry run.” Her heels tapped on the floor which sounded out of place where trainers were more the norm. “You have any brothers or sisters, what do they do?” she asked. “A younger sister, she is training to be a dancer.” I replied “I have 2 brothers, they are both army officers.” There was pride in the voice and something else. “I was due to be an army officer, on the officer selection course, aced the physical and mental tests, the hours of work I put in in the gym and running and the library. Sandhurst here I come second leftenent. Then, bang” she clapped her hands together loudly, “rare blood group, really rare. That was that. Goodnight Vienna” That was an odd phrase to use and it had been probably said to her at the time. There was a pause and then she continued, “ Mine is a military family, a disciplined, obey, ethos. “ There was a sense of the hurt and pain there along with the desire to succeed and ability to work hard, hence the drive and being here tonight practising I suppose. “I need an edge for tomorrow, I need a psychological advantage to be not scared but look better. That’s why you are here.” She walked to the conference table sat on it and took her heels off. It istanbul escort was as if she had made a decision. Then she very carefully removed her jacket and skirt to show the usual impeccable lingerie, red this time, matching panties, bra and suspender belt. She lay on the table with her legs splayed apart showing her hairless pussy.“You will help give me that psychological edge, go to that bag; there is some lube and some condoms. We are going to do something disrespectful on their precious table, in their respected building, to show what I think about their opinions and beliefs. Something they would be shocked at and angry, but they will never know. However I do and that is all that matters.” There was real, extreme anger there and it was not pretty to watch. Was it a rebellious act or just an act of a petulant, privileged someone who had not got their way for a change and was confused and angry that life had not delivered a happy ending as it always had before? The bag was equally as expensive as the clothes and wrapped in a plastic bag with paper tissues there they were. I took the whole plastic bag and its contents over. “Strip,” she said and the t-shirt, jeans, socks, yfronts and trainers came off very quickly. Naked I walked to her where she was gently stroking her clit. “Put the Condom on and use a LOT of lube.” It took a couple of minutes of stroking my shaft for me to be really hard, to be honest it was not a very sexually atmosphere and I wondered why she suddenly wanted me to use a condom. Elise rolled onto her front and pulled down her panties. Taking the lube she put some on her ass and gently pushed a nail varnished finger up her arse, then 2 and working some lube up her. I looked slightly shocked at this, she turned her head to see me “I need a psychological edge a big one, this is it.” She used a more lube and when ready lay on the table, spread eagled, her ass on the edge of the table. “Go on ass fuck me, do it hard, I ca take it, take me roughly, I can take anything you do, treat me as your fuck toy.” I walked up to her ass and slapped her white perfect cheeks a couple of times till they zonguldak escort went red. Not hard but had the effect. Elise gripped the table and said “fill me, do it now.” “OK here goes” I said. I had never been involved in anal sex and was uncertain how to proceed but gently pushed my cock up into her splincter. What with the lube it went in an inch and I waited for her to get used to it and slowly pushed another inch in. She felt so tight and warm it was a lovely feeling but also slightly odd. Another inch went in and I heard her breathing come in short gasps. “Put it all in, I want to feel your balls on me.” OK then I thought and as her ass dilated to accommodate my cock it all went in. After a couple of seconds I almost withdrew totally only to push in again. The feeling of her sphincter on my shaft was so stimulating and I started thrusting regularly. “Fuck your bitch, fuck your sex meat” she said Sensing the way to go I said “take it, take it all, you bitch, I own your body. Take it all slut.” “Please Master, don’t stop, I obey your every command, wreck my ass.” I increased my speed of thrusting’s, and grabbed her hair and gently pulled at it, her head yanked back disproportionally to the small force I used with a moan. “Feel it slut, I fuck you like the worthless piece of fuck meat you re.” She seemed to respond well to this abuse, it felt uncomfortable to say but a part of me actually wanted to be her, to be fucked by a man and abused. “Make me cum bitch, give me pleasure, feel your Masters big cock deep in you.”“I obey, your slave obeys, you own me Master” She seemed to be in a different place mentally and moaning and writhing under me. “I obey Master Gideon I am his to command I obey.” She said quietly, over and over as I fucked her tight ass repeatedly.“I am going to cum now bitch, see that your worthless body has done. Your slut ass is making me cum, I am breeding you bitch.” I so wanted someone to say that to me but it was true I was about to cum in her tight ass. “USE me, USE my body Master, slave exists to give pleasure, “she said softly to herself as I pondered hard into her, feeling a tightness escort bayan in my balls and suddenly cumming hard and filling the condom. My cock started to become flaccid as she said “thank you, thank you, thank you,” quietly. Suddenly the room seemed awfully large and quiet, I pulled out and using some of the tissues cleaned myself up putting the used condom in the plastic bag with the tissues. Elise just lay there with her eyes half closed and breathing was shallow. The atmosphere was returning to normal. I wondered what the best thing to do was and decided it would be to go with what I would want. Slowly I lay next to her on the conference table, stroking her hair and making soothing sounds. In a rapid movement she hugged me hard and we just lay there, entwined in each other’s arms. Gently I repeated that everything was all right and it would be fine, she seemed to need this and gently sobbed in my arms. The anal sex was probably all she wanted and to be treated roughly to give her “the edge” but it most have triggered and released something deeper and more sensitive.I was getting aware of the passage of time and the risk of discovery but it felt wrong to move or stop. She looked different and beautiful and so gentle and, it had to be said, so different from her usual brittle self. She seemed to realise the time too and muttered “we have to go, I have to return the key to the caretaker” and shuffled off the table and cleaned her ass with the remaining tissue putting the in the bag too. She started to put her panties and skirt on and by the time she was fully dressed she was back to her old self, it was as if the clothes were armour. When we were both fully dressed we busied ourselves making absolutely sure there was no signs of what had happened. Elise started to put her presentation away. “Need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow, make sure have everything.” When everything looked right we walked to the door. I tried to form some words which would be appropriate but nothing seemed right. I had seen another side, a very personal side which she rarely allowed out and was probably embarrassed I had seen. Elise turned the lights out and we walked down the corridor her heels tapping extra loud in the quiet night time the fluorescent lights humming. Nothing was said and we did not hold hands or anything but we both knew we would not be seeing each other again. I was not really sure whether that was a good or a bad thing .