Mistress who is 100% real and open to possibilities I don't even contemplate, chose my outfit.
It was Winter, and so, my Winter school uniform. Hair, pigtails. Transport bicyclical. I road behind Her naturally.
And a schoolgirl riding a bike at night is not without a certain amount of attention. It was hardly between school hours.
We rode on roads and parklands through inner Melbourne to a nightclub in I think somewhere in Fitzroy. I was never privy to many details.
Chained up our bikes and went inside. The queer seen, this one was packed full of females and most of them were in drag. A small subculture known as Drag-kings. There were performances, mostly boybands performed by Drag-Kings. And honestly, I thought they were hot and I always felt like a little groupie.
Anyone could see I was a sub, not because I was wearing my collar. That was under my uniform, a white blouse with its Peter pan-collar and school tie, but because I followed my Mistress around like a sub. And there is a photo of me in my uniform in my profile, outside the club at night getting on a bicycle. There you go.
Anyways, I was always the only t-girl among all those females. Chances of sex? Let's see: Mistress plus lesbian crowd=zero.
Well, my Mistress yes, She had every chance of sex and spent most Her time socializing and flirting with the women. As for myself, I was there as Her sub and probably everyone knew that.
And I had rules how to behave socially. If it's a boy(female) act respectful and let them lead any conversation, if it's a girl(fem) ask them about where they got their shoes, that kind of thing.
The social dynamic with the Fems, was they were women and I was just a girl in that social hierarchy. A schoolgirl to be specific.
However, one night a Mori woman turned up with a man who was literally over seven feet tall. I do not exaggerate. He was a giant trying to hide in the shadows. With no success. None.
And my Mistress, being highly social, got to chatting with these two and it wasn't longer before the Mori woman whispers in my ear, well, probably shouted the music was loud, that the big man trying to hide in the shadows was interested in me. Naturally this was something for my Mistress to discuss and She did.
Then I was taken over and told say hello.
I think my Mistress was probably delighted and amused with the opportunity to see me with such a huge man. I might have been a bit shy. I mean I had only just began being open to men. And I think he was the same. I was like his first male, be it a t-girl.
Anyways, the match makers did most of the work. Everyone around wanted to see me on his knee. And then, there it was, my feet dangling, sitting on his knee.
His big hand on my thigh. Him whispering me my ear and me blushing.
'Be a good girl and sit nicely Katrina,' said my Mistress. The Mori woman took a photo.
And so, I sat there. Kind of stuck really.
'Perfect,' agreed the women around my Mistress, and other such praises of approval.
'You're pretty,' and other such praises from the giant.
He was feeling my legs, squeezing them here and there. I could feel his, and I do not exaggerate, really rather large bulge in his pants. Even sitting on his lap, I had to look up to him. And in all of this the irony was not lost on me that the only man in the place was a giant. It was one of those truths is stranger than fiction situations and I was sitting on its lap.
My Mistress came over and bought me a drink. I was thinking I could do with a drink. It was, in my Mistresses sense of humor, a lemon squash.
Then She said to the giant,' she likes to have her nipples played with.'
And sure enough, there was a big hand on my breast, feeling around until a finger landed discreetly on a nipple in all the noise, shadows and night club lights.
I think I kind of sat to attention and the bulge did too.
Mistress, ever helpful, suggested taking me to the toilet.
And he lifted me off his lap and took my hand in his huge hand and led me to the toilet.
I didn't know what to think really, it was just happening.
And there we were in a cubical, my Mistress and some of her friends hanging around in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and put me on his lap facing him. Loosened my tie and fumbling with his big fingers undid my blouse buttons. Pulled up my training bra, stood me up and sucked my nipples. To which I made a girl squealing kind of moan.
My Mistresses voice in the bathroom, 'someone's having a good time.'
Then he pulled me in and filled my mouth with his tongue.
And after that, that was when I saw it, his erect cock.
He stood up and lifted me into the air, turn around and sat me down.
That wasn't going to fit anywhere. He pressed one finger against my hole and put another in my mouth and I pulled. Up and down, up and down. He groaned. And I kind of yelped when his finger suddenly popped inside me. And then he had two fingers in my mouth and then, my mouth was filled as more finger stretched it wide. Back to pulling with big fingers inside of me. And then it happened. An explosion all over my breast and it was hot, like not warm, hot. I was relieved when all the fingers finally came out. He kissed me goodbye and then Mistress came in and cleaned me up. Made me presentable and took me back among the women where I felt safe from further sexual adventures with random giants.
Not an average night at all, but then, in my experience, unexpected adventures into sex, well, they happen.