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The winding curves of Mulholland Drive make the perfect foil for my Jaguar XJ. From Topanga Canyon to the Cahuenga Pass, its scenic lanes curve through the iconic terrain of the Santa Monica Mountains. Choked with traffic, it?s a frustrating trap in the daily commute but, during a few precious weekend hours, it?s a pure joy to drive.I felt the tires gripping the asphalt as I wove my way through the sharp turns on the Eastern side. I was approaching Hollywood at a white-knuckle pace when the sublime chords of Clapton's Slow Hand*were interrupted by the discordant tones of my cell phone.*It seems an unwritten rule in life that the more a person becomes lost in the moment, the higher the likelihood of being interrupted by the ever-insistent clamoring of a phone. Scowling, I was about to flick the intruder to voicemail when the caller?s name appeared on the stereo?s hands-free readout. *Miranda Cain*I knew instantly that this would be no mere business call.*Seeing her name emblazoned on the seven-inch screen quickened my pulse and a hungry grin formed on my face. A long-time friend and part-time fuck buddy, Miranda was a woman of extreme sexual tastes. I knew an early morning call from her would likely lead to an extraordinary evening of sexual excess. Eagerly, I flicked the 'answer' button on my wheel and Miranda's husky, feminine baritone resonated cleanly through the speakers.*"Marcus, darling. How have you been? It's been months, you naughty boy. I was beginning to think you'd found another woman to practice your perversions on.?*"Hardly, Miranda. How could I ever replace you?""You couldn't, darling. I am*one of a kind.? She purred with her usual shameless confidence."That you are, Miranda,? I chuckled. "So, tell me, what?s got you out of bed before noon? Don't tell me you're in between boys-toys? I would have thought the supply of young cocks you harvest from your charity was virtually inexhaustible."*"Oh, now-now, Marcus. Don't be a bitter boy. You know I don't snatch them before they?re ripe. I assure you, no matter how unusual*my desires are, every young man has been deliriously happy to play along.""I'm sure. You do have a way of discovering what buttons to push on a man."*"Oh, posh! Most young men are all too eager to have their buttons pushed. They?re so easy to play with. And people say I'm the slut. Hah!" Miranda's lilting laughter filled the car with its rich and buoyant tones."Oh, you are a slut, Miranda, and don't pretend to take offense. We both know it's true. So, as I can safely assume you've got some young stud painting your toenails as we speak, what can I do for you?"*"How very droll of you, Marcus, but I suppose it's deserved. I can't help it if I enjoy the virility of male youth. Anyway, that's kind of why I called. My newest friend is a special case and I think she?s ready to meet a man of your particular tastes." *"She?" I was surprised. "Since when have you been adding girls to your collection of conquests?"*"Why should that surprise you? It's not like I've never had a taste for feminine charms before. But you are right. I don't make a habit of seducing them right out of high school. I'm afraid this situation is a bit more complicated. You see, Janine used to be known as Javier."*"Excuse me?"?Marcus, do try to keep up. You?re making me repeat myself. When I met Janine, she was an eighteen-year old-boy who rus escort (http://eryamansu.com/ad-category/rus-escort/) came to my foundation for assistance in getting his SRS.""Sexual reassignment? You mean you helped him? I mean her? get a sex change?"*"Very impressive, Marcus. I knew you would understand eventually. Her surgery went incredibly well and the hormone shots have been quite effective. I assure you, she is becoming a very beautiful girl. She is also deliciously submissive. I?m afraid she?s quite fond of my particular tastes in discipline."I could hear the smirk in her voice and I almost winced at what she must be putting the poor girl through. Miranda could be a harsh and demanding Dominant, but she always managed to find lovers who appreciated her particular brand of sexual deviance. I shook my head in admiration but I still couldn't resist the urge to needle her."Consenting adults and all that, I suppose," I continued with deliberate indifference. "Since I can only assume she is as devoted to you like your other playmates, what could I possibly do for you?"*"Ah, to the point, as always. You never did seem to understand the value of banter."*"Miranda, I'm ten minutes from the city. I'd like to enjoy the remainder of my drive, so if you don't mind getting to the point..."My apparent lack of interest had the desired effect and Miranda scoffed in annoyance. "Oh, very well, Marcus, have it your way. It seems Janine is unsure now of her sexuality. Not of her change, mind you, but rather in her future choice of lovers. She has expressed a need to feel what it's like to be with a skilled man. As I know you have both the inclination and the ability, I thought you'd be a perfect choice."*"I see no reason she should have to choose. Why deny herself the pleasure of both?""I agree, of course, but Janine still holds some rather archaic*views. I'm afraid she isn't ready to accept your level of devotion to pansexuality, but then flexibility*has always been one of the things that makes you so special." Miranda's laugh grew in volume; tickled, I was sure, by her obvious double entendre.*"Quite right, I suppose. Well, whether she is pre or post-op really makes little difference. Either would make a worthwhile distraction, but then it always is when you share one of your pets. I'm honored you choose me."*"Please, Marcus, such platitudes are beneath you. Just say yes and be here tonight at six. I believe you?ll be very glad you did."***Needless to say, her invitation rose to the top of that day?s calendar and I entered her estate's private drive precisely at six. Miranda was obsessive about punctuality and often grew unpleasant at guests who arrived early or late. It was one of several obsessions we shared.*Miranda's home was a massive, Mediterranean-style villa left to her by a long-dead and forgotten husband. It, and it's wild surrounding growth of oaks and poplars, gave visitors a feeling of being small and meek in comparison. It was an impression that befitted the owner: Miranda often had a similar effect on those in her presence.*As I was welcomed through the ornate oak doors by her housemaid, it occurred to me again that Miranda's flair for the Gothic spilled over even to her help. Cheri had long been Miranda's favorite servant and her short, dark hair and the black gloss of her lipstick and nails perfectly complimented her yenimahalle escort (http://eryamansu.com/ad-category/yenimahalle-escort/) classic, French Maid attire.*She was a charming girl, a competent servant, and more than once she?d been offered to me during my stays. Sexuality was the cornerstone of Miranda's existence. Cheri, like anyone allowed behind the grey walls of her domain, had long ago been corrupted by her mistress?s lifestyle."Welcome, Master Dresden," Cheri chirped in the submissive tone used by all of Miranda's staff. "If you will follow me, the Mistress is awaiting you in the upstairs playroom.""Really? No drinks in the parlor tonight? Miranda must be in one of her moods."*"She is*anxious for your arrival, Master, but I would be happy to bring you anything you might require." The sudden reddening in Cheri's cheeks told me all I needed to know about Miranda's state of arousal.*If Miranda's games were enough to make Cheri blush, I could only imagine what she was doing upstairs with poor Janine. "How about a riding crop?" I enquired, grinning as we reached the playroom?s double doors.*Cheri's eyes glowed, a knowing smile on her darkened lips. "I believe you'll find that the Mistress has everything you might require in that regard."*Opening the door, she waved me in then silently closed it behind me.*Miranda's playroom had been converted from a lounge or library. Its large, northern facing windows never received direct sunlight, and the crimson, partially-drawn drapes created an even heavier atmosphere. The cream-colored walls merged with a rich, dark carpet and large chaise lounges and ornate padded chairs were placed strategically around the ridiculously oversized bed in the center of the room. This arrangement created a viewing circle to satisfy Miranda's notoriously famous voyeuristic tendencies.*Often she would encourage guests to indulge themselves while she and others observed and directed from the comfort of their seats. Any visit to her estate involved a gamble with one's modesty and I smiled as our games commenced again.*Miranda reclined in her favorite gold inlaid chaise, a younger woman nestled between her open thighs. Neither were undressed ? not exactly ? but Miranda?s knee-high leather boots and black lace lingerie would hardly qualify as evening wear in a conventional gathering.*Her thick, platinum blonde locks were tied into a neat bun on the back of her head. That, combined with stark makeup, gave her a rather severe if exotic look, creating the distinctive, semi-masculine appearance she often preferred.*The girl sitting comfortably between her knees was a true beauty. Short and petite compared to her Mistress, brown wavy hair cascaded down her back as Miranda brushed it. It was a remarkably tender moment, all things considered. I grinned, feeling Miranda had been caught in an act she probably wouldn?t want me to see.*"Miranda, what a surprise,? I said with exaggerated enthusiasm. ?I would have expected you to have your pet brushing your hair, not this way around."Caught in a less than dominant position, Miranda?s eyes briefly flashed her annoyance but her air of superiority returned as she continued to brush, clearly determined that I shouldn?t enjoy my victory. "How very careless it was of Cheri to admit you unannounced, but you may as well come in. It seems my maid has*been slipping of late. Perhaps she is a bit more in need of my attention than I believed."*Her tone left no doubt of the nature that attention would take. Knowing how she tended to show her displeasure, I winced for the girl. "Don't be too harsh with her, Miranda. Perhaps she wants to be punished.""I'm sure she does. That is all the more reason to be harsh, don't you agree?"*"Perhaps so," I surrendered, leaving Cheri to her fate.Satisfied, Miranda's attention returned to the girl between her thighs. "Janine, where are your manners? Marcus has come especially for you. As he is your guest, don't you think you should greet him properly?""Yes, Mistress."*Raising effortlessly, Janine?s lithe form moved with a feline grace I found instantly appealing. Dressed in black, knee-high stockings, silk panties, and push-up bra simply screamed of her willingness to be had. Still, there was a delicious apprehension in her eyes, uncertainty arising from being given so casually to a new lover. With her gaze lowered to my feet, she glided toward me, presenting herself as if a gift, ready to accept virtually anything I desired of her.*Brushing hair off her shoulder, I caressed her cheek before passing my thumb over her lips. ?She is*beautiful, Miranda. I assume my hand is free with her? If she has any limits, best tell me now.?Miranda leaned forward on her chaise, smiling with devilish delight as her black-polished nails slid up to the end of her crop. ?Her safe word is ?quit?, but I doubt very much she will use it. She won?t want to disappoint such a special friend of mine, after all.?Standing, Miranda came close enough to stroke the back of the girl?s thighs with the crop. ?You wouldn't embarrass me like that, would you, Janine??Damn, her voice was smoky with threat and I felt a flush run over me as Janine trembled under her Mistress?s touch. It took a special kind of sub to accept Miranda?s leash, but within Janine?s obvious trepidation, I also sensed her arousal was growing as hot as mine. Sliding a hand inside her panties, I dipped into her cunt, causing her breath to catch in her throat.*?She?s slick with juice.? I brought my glistening finger to my nose. ?Is all this nothing but lube??*Blushing, Janine remained silent, waiting for her Mistress to respond.* *Miranda let the girl squirm for a moment before answering for her. ?How very observant of you, Marcus. No, as it happens, she can get moist on her own, but a little lube is never a bad thing, don't you agree? Even still, I assure you she will be as tight as a virgin when you slide into her. After all, in a sense, she is a virgin once again. Isn't that right, Janine???Yes, Mistress.? The reply was barely audible and Janine?s face was beet red. She might well thrive on being submissive, but having Miranda speak of her as if she wasn't there caused my hackles to rise. I glared at her Mistress.*?Imagine that," Miranda smirked while completely ignoring me, "the little slut gets to have her cherry popped. Isn?t modern medicine amazing??You mean her hymen is intact??Miranda?s eyes rolled as if I?d said something terribly foolish. ?Oh, how very common of you, Marcus. I would have expected you to know it doesn?t work that way. No, she hasn?t got a hymen, but then neither do many girls the first time they take a cock. Trust me, Janine will feel all of those special little fears and insecurities men so adore to exploit.?Miranda was in her most superior mood now and she protectively caressed Janine as if I were some Neanderthal come to ravage the poor girl. It was a masterful act, considering the rather sadistic nature of her Mastery, and I scoffed at her fake contempt.