Michou's Secret Garden 

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My encounter with Pierre and Viola :

The other day, I found out an old Polariod picture (see the one on the lefthand side, on top of the page) which reminded me of an adventure, which took place during June 1999, while I was still living with my girlfriend, in Sept-Îles (Province of Quebec, Canada).

During that period of time, I had corresponded with a man, named Pierre, for a few months and, when my girlfriend left for two weeks, Pierre and I agreed to meet, in Montréal, during the following weekend.

On the day before I had planned to drive to Montreal, I took the whole day to get ready. And, very early Friday morning, ofter a shower and the application of my makeup, I dressed conservatively (see the picture on the righthand side, on top of the page) except for a pair of towering clear plastic mules . But, I also brought a pair of flat white pumps for when I would have to make a stop to eat and to buy gasoline. And, in case I could not stand being en femme for the whole weekend, I also brought some unisex clothes.

When I left Sept-Îles, I felt very nervous because I had never done such a long drive (about twelve hours) "en femme". To my surprise, the whole trip went uneventful. I made my first stop to eat a bite, at a shopping center, at about three hours from my starting point. I felt very relaxed and did not feel any particular attention on me from the part of the other patrons, inside the restaurant. Thanks, probably, to the flat white pumps I wore instead of the more noticeable clear plastic platform mules.

Late in the afternoon, I was already about an hour an a half away from Montréal and I made a stop to buy some gasoline and to eat a bite. I had doned my white pumps again and, even if the McDonald's, where I ate, was crowded with children, no one seemed to pay any particular attention to me.

In the beginning of the evening, when I checked in at the motel, my reservation had been made in my lady's name and the receptionist did not even bat an eyelid. Before Pierre's arrival, I had time enough to refresh my makeup.

When he came into my room, we took sometime to engage in a conversation in order to get to know each other a little bit better. We were drinking a glass of wine, when he told me that his girlfriend, Viola, wanted to meet me. I was a bit surprised and scared because he had already told me that she was the one who inspired him to make contact with a "girl" like me but he had never mentionned before that she would be part of our encounter. I could have refused but, as he acted like an honest man who was rather shy, I agreed.

After Viola's arrival, she made me take off my blouse and skirt and change my high heeled pumps for a pair of red six inches heeled dorsey pumps . As I felt incomfortable wearing only my corset and bra, she allowed me to don a black filmy negligee. At her request, I had to parade in front of them. It made me feel shy but Viola seemed impressed by the way I could walk on my towering heels. This also reminded me of the time I was going out with Liz, (a dominatrix whom I have known a few years earlier. See also , and ), when I had to parade in front of her guests.

As I was still parading, they requested to tie my wrists behind my back. I resisted but they convinced me that I had nothing to be afraid of. And, knowing about my previous adventures with Liz, they said that I would feel more relaxed, as soon as I would be defenseless.

After being tied up, I had to parade again and, when I was allowed to sit, they helped me to drink my glass of wine. This is when Pierre informed me that he had to drive Viola back home. It was close to midnight then, and he told me that he should be back in about half an hour.

When he left, my wrists were still shackled behind my back. The television set was on but I felt scared and did not really know what to do. Anyway, I decided to wait before attempting anything to free myself. Fortunately, about half an hour later, just like he had said, Pierre was back.

Without losing one minute, he untied my wrists, took off my negligee and made me lie down, on my back, on the bed. My wrists were tied to the headboard. Then, he got rid of all his clothes before he came onto the bed beside me. He used his hand to caress my nipples, inside my bra, and my legs up to my "clitty", on which he applied his lips.

When I thought I was close to an orgasm, he left me panting to bring both of my legs up to his shoulders and savagely inserted his cock between my buttocks. I felt a tremendous amount of pain and I cried as tears came down from my eyes.

Fortunately, this did not last for very long and, as soon as he had cumed inside of me, he just lied down beside me without even a little kiss. I must have been relly tired because, after a while, we both slept even if my wrists were still tied to the headboard and I had no blanket to cover me.

At some point in time, during the night, I felt Pierre's hand between my legs and on my clitty. While I was not totally awaken yet, he lifted my legs on his shoulders and again started to fuck my "pussy". This time, it was not so painful and I started to feel a very good sensation inside of me. My clitty became so very hard that, shortly thereafter, I had an orgasm before he had his own. I felt happy to have had my revenge before falling asleep again!

As I woke up, in the morning, when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, I looked so awful with my smeared makeup and my disarranged wig. I, also, felt soiled.

While I was taking a shower, I decided that my life as a "part time woman" was over, at least for the rest of the weekend. I, then, advised Pierre that I would wear the unisex clothes I had brought with me, without any wig or makeup. And, while we were having breakfast in a restaurant, I told him how I felt.

That was it for the weekend for the both of us and we never met ever again after that day.

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