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The Inception of the Club

"DEIDRE, COME HERE!" The beautiful woman flicked a switch on the remote control she was holding and a partition slide silently open. The woman who entered the room was medium height, though the 4" heels she wore made her much taller. She had long blonde hair, which swept in waves off her shoulders.

Her make up was flawless; the eyes looked mysterious, the glossy deep red lips were slightly parted hinting at the pleasures they offered. Her perfectly manicured hands were tipped by long nails coloured the same deep red as her lips. She wore a low cut white silk evening dress, which showed her ample cleavage to full effect. A slit ran down each side of the dress giving glimpses of white stockings as she walked.

In a room of 12 attractive and wealthy women, every head was turned to stare with varying degrees of envy, at this stunning vision entering the room. It was one of the most exciting moments of my life, because I was the one they were all staring at.

"Start the film Deidre," The beautiful mistress ordered. "I think our guests might enjoy it." I walked slowly over to the video and picked up the remote. Returning to the door I dimmed the lights and the video projected the film to the large screen on the wall.

The film began with a shot of the very room we were in at this moment. There were only 2 people in the room, Marilyn, the beautiful woman, and a man dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. He was an ordinary looking man, medium height, slim, in fact quite plain. Not the sort of man you would look at twice in the street.

He sat transfixed by Marilyn. He was thinking how much he would like to go to bed with her, wondering if she would get angry if he put his arm around her. He had hardly spoken a word since she'd picked him up at the bar. Having gone over it in his mind a hundred times on the way to her apartment, he decided 'picked him up' was the only way to describe their meeting.

If he had known then what he knows now, sorry, what I know now, I would probably have run as fast as my legs could carry me. Unfortunately, there was no one to warn me that within the next 2 days, Brian was going to disappear forever and Deidre would be born.

Marilyn spoke, "Do you think I'm attractive Brian?"

"Yes of course, you're one of the most beautiful..."

Marilyn placed her hand over my mouth, "A simple yes will do. Would you like to make love to me."

"Yes."

"You can you know." She smiled. "Are you adventurous in bed?"

"Not really, I've..." again the hand covered his mouth, she looked disappointed, "Maybe you would rather leave?"

"NO please I'll try whatever you want I never had the opportunity before that's all, but I'm willing to do anyth.."

"Careful, you don't want to make any promises you may regret later, go into the kitchen and get me a glass of wine I'll decide what's going to happen when you return."

I rushed into the kitchen, doing everything I could to please Marilyn. I poured the glass of white wine and returned immediately. Marilyn sat motionless, her eyes never leaving my face as I placed the glass carefully on the coffee table in front of her.

I returned to my seat next to her on the lounge, transfixed by her penetrating stare. "Why didn't you get yourself a drink?"

"You didn't say I could." I replied.

"Do you need to be told everything?"

"No, but it's your home, I didn't feel I should help myself."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to offend you."

"Why?"

I hesitated, "Because you may ask me to leave."

"Would that bother you?"

"Of course it would, I've never...I've never met anyone like you and I want to stay with you."

"Were you going to say you'd never made love with anyone like me?"

"NO, I just, I..."

"You mean you have made love with someone like me?" A half smile came to her lips; she was enjoying my discomfort.

"Never, I still don't understand why I'm here. You could have picked any man in the bar, why did you choose me?"

"Let's just say, I could see possibilities."

"I don't understand."

"You will, I'm going to do things to you, you would never have dreamed of in your wildest fantasies. Does that worry you?" She asked seeing the nervous look on my face.

"It doesn't worry me, I just hope your not disappointed that's all. I've never met anyone remotely like you and I'm sure you're used to expert lovers."

"I won't be disappointed I can assure you." She pointed one of her legs straight out, "Do you like my legs?"

"They're perfect." I answered honestly.

"Would you like to kiss them?"

I was surprised by the change in conversation and by the unusual question. "Errm, yes."

"You don't seem very sure, I've changed my mind." She sounded upset.

"No please, I really would like to." I said moving to kneel in front of her.

"Too late, you can lick my feet though, If you don't mind that is."

I knelt at her feet, her crossed legs raised her foot 12" off the floor so I had to bend to reach it. I began licking her foot working my way round to her toes. As I touched her toes with my tongue, she forced her foot into my mouth. I wanted to pull away. My mouth was stretched quite painfully with her foot in it, but I didn't move in case I upset her.

"Why don't you take your clothes off." She suggested. "No, don't let go of my foot, I'm enjoying the feelings." I removed my clothes, it was awkward to do from a kneeling position, but eventually I had everything but my tee shirt off. That was around my neck, but I couldn't take it off without letting go of Marilyn's foot.

"Stand up, I want to have a look at you." She ordered, though it was more like a request. I stood and removed my final garment feeling extremely self-conscious standing naked in front of this beautiful woman. "Did I do that?" She asked, pointing to my erection. I blushed and tried to cover it with my hands. "Don't hide it, it's the biggest complement I've had in ages. It's a pity there's so much hair covering it. I don't suppose...no you wouldn't."

"What?" I asked, eager to please this wonderful woman.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd mind getting rid of the hair. I know I'm asking a lot, but I hate hairy men, I find smooth skin much sexier. Am I asking too much?" She purred.

"No of course not, I'll do it as soon as I get home."

"Are you leaving?" She asked in a surprised voice.

"No, not unless you want me to." I replied nervously.

"Then why do you have to wait until you get home, there's a razor in the bathroom cabinet through that door." She indicated the direction. "Do your legs as well? And don't be long."

I did as she asked, shaving myself to the waist. I was almost finished when she walked in. "Why don't you do the rest, it looks great so far. When you've finished I'll rub some talc over your body." As she left the room she added, "Don't forget your arms and armpits." Having gone this far, the rest was easy. I even shaved my face, though with my light complexion I only need to shave every 3 or 4 days.

As I was toweling myself dry, she came in, took my hand and led me into the lounge room. She had me stand on a towel in the middle of the room, I now realise it was so she could video the events, taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol she said, "This may sting a little, but it will stop you from getting sore." She proceeded to rub the liquid over me. It did sting, but her sensuous touch more than compensated for the pain.

Next she dusted me with talcum powder. As she reached my legs she stroked them gently. "Has anyone ever told you, you have great legs. I've never understood why men hide their legs, most women would kill for legs like yours." I felt ridiculously proud at her complement. She stood up and kissed me lightly on the lips. This first act of affection made me feel wonderful.

Sitting down, she eyed me critically. "You have quite small feet for a man, I'll bet you could fit into my shoes. I'd love to see what your legs looked like in heels, it would really give the muscles definition." She jumped up, as if making a sudden decision. "Wait there." She ordered as she walked quickly from the room.

She returned almost immediately with a pair of open toed 3" heels. Sitting down again, she gestured for me to approach her and casually lifted my foot to fit the shoe. "It's a little tight, maybe a stocking would help." Again she left returning with a new packet of black stockings. "I didn't think you'd want to wear my old ones." She smiled, as she rolled the stocking and pulled it over my foot.

This time the shoe slid on quite easily, and although it was awkward to stand on, I was surprised at how well it fitted. After fitting a shoe and stocking to the other foot, Marilyn sat back to examine my legs. "Walk over there for me would you please." I did as asked with difficulty. I looked ridiculous as I wobbled across the room, stockings around my ankles and my erection pointing the way.

"We'll need something to hold the stockings up, and I'd better do something about that for you." She said pointing to my manhood. "You don't mind me doing this do you." She purred, I can stop if you wish."

I hadn't heard much after her promise to, 'do something about that', so I quickly answered, "No."

"You're sure, most men would act all macho and I hate that, you're different."

"I don't mind, honestly." As I replied I realised I was telling the truth, I was more turned on than I could ever remember being, and Marilyn hadn't touched me yet.

Once again she left the room, kissing me on the cheek as she passed. This time she brought a white satin and lace corset, which she fitted around my body. After doing up the back, she came around the front and laced it tightly, "That's not too tight is it?" She asked. It was but I pretended otherwise, and quite honestly I was enjoying the feeling far too much to complain. She adjusted my chest and the tight corset formed a quite impressive cleavage. Then she pulled the stockings up my legs and attached them to the straps on the corset. Returning to her seat she looked me over before pointing to the floor in front of her. "Come here."