THE FIRST KISS

BA flight 468 touched down onto the runway amid a plume of water at LAX.
Even though it was in the middle of August, there had just been a cloudburst and about a month’s worth of rain dumped itself on the metropolis that is Los Angeles.

Martin peered through the porthole window of the 747 and stared at all the frenzied activity of other aircraft and baggage trucks, all zipping about like excited mechanical hornets welcoming the queen back to the nest.
As outside the aircraft there was also a calamitous burst of activity inside the newly landed flight and amongst the unlocking of seatbelts and a host of overhead luggage lockers springing open, a terrible and almost feral type of fear gripped Martin Smith, he was here, he was actually here, here in Los Angeles, the city of Angels, the city that had been featured in so many movies and was of course host to so many of those very same movies.

(Three months previously)

It had all started three months ago in a little two up two down semi detached house just outside Manchester. Martin worked as a clerk in a bank and though he was approaching 50 he’d never been married. Oh he’d had the occasional relationship, but they were never nothing more than one night stands. You see Martin had this terrifying fear of what would happen if a woman, any woman for that matter, thought his, you know, his well for want of a better word, “penis” was considered too small thus being ineffectual?
That and the fact Martin wasn’t the best looking guy on the planet, he wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, however he wasn’t Brad Pitt either which was another reason for Martin not being too familiar with the fairer sex.

One day after leaving the bank and heading home, Martin spotted a lap top for sale along with an all inclusive special internet deal, “surf till ya drown" screamed the slogan. Walking into the shop a sales assistant appeared and using selling techniques that would have surely inspired an accomplished hypnotist, 20 minutes later Martin exited the shop with said lap top tucked under an arm.
Martin got hooked up and it wasn’t long before Martin Smith joined the millions and millions of other square eyed voyeurs that regularly scan the wonderful world of the internet searching for that certain something?

It was approximately a month after owning this amazing portal to the world we call the internet that Martin saw her for the first time, it was on some U tube video and Martin just gasped in disbelief as a six foot plus bronze skinned Amazon proceeded to beat a male slave into unconsciousness.
It wasn’t the fact that the image was brutal or anything and Martin really wasn’t into S&M, it just was that the woman in front of him was actually incredibly beautiful. In fact, much more than that, “breathtaking” is the word Martin would use and from that moment onwards he was hooked, just like the proverbial mackerel.

Martin spent the next hour dedicating himself to finding out all about the wonderful and wacky world of Countess Jade Vitesse. The Countess Jade Vitesse was actually really called Andrea Jones, but it didn’t matter to Martin, she could have been called Pug for all he cared. The fact was, his heart was bouncing, just like in cartoons which alarmingly at first prompted Martin to check his pulse, well he was OK and thankfully wasn’t the onset of a prospective stroke it was simply the case he was smitten.
The next revelation prompted Martin to take another respiratory check, he’d found out Andrea had a facebook account and the reason for another blood pressure rush was because Andrea just happened to be single!

Martin also had a facebook account and decided to take the bull by its balls and ask Andrea if he could be one of her friends. Two days later Martin’s breathe left his body again and after he’d steadied himself he clicked onto his inbox.
Not only had the Countess accepted Martin she’d sent him a message!!
A sweaty hand manoeuvred the mouse then clicked on the message and Martin read the contents. Apparently the Countess was looking for new cyber slaves and at this point hadn’t yet acquired one from England, would Martin mind being one?
At that point Martin had to remove his spectacles, “they were steamed up.”

Tentative correspondence soon turned into an avalanche of Trans Atlantic cyber mistress slave relationship, then came another reason for a quick burst on his ventilin inhaler. The Countess was attending a Rubber fetish ball in Los Angeles, this was in honour of the incredible Dita Von Tease and "all" her slaves were expected to be in attendance.
Martin, as sole English representative was also cordially invited.
Martin tried his manful best to try and sum up the courage to inform his Goddess that apart from not being able to afford the astronomic airfare, he just wouldn’t be able give up his job at the bank. He’d already used up all his allocated holidays and his boss had all the diplomatic prowess of Joseph Stalin.

Three days later and still pondering how he was going to explain to his new-found beloved that he wouldn’t be able to attend the ball Martin spied a package on the doormat. On picking up the small brown package Martin spotted the Los Angeles post mark. Before Martin even attempted to open said package he seated himself and duly armed himself with a fully laden Ventilin inhaler.
Inside was a first class return ticket to Los Angeles along with a letter addressed to Martin’s boss that a certain wealthy conglomerate in LA were extremely interested in setting up business in Manchester. Plus that they would seriously consider opening an account with the bank, though would prefer negotiations personally and with a certain Martin Smith ESQ only.
After draining the inhaler Martin took the letter into work and subsequently, though grudgingly Martin was allowed to attend the meeting in LA.


(The Present)

Curiously Martin was allowed to pass unhindered through both US Customs & Immigration and was instructed beforehand to show the rubber ball letter of invite to the relevant authorities.
Martin waited outside the terminal building again as per instructed and soon enough a long black stretch limo swooped to a halt in front of him. A door swiftly opened and a tall muscular black gentleman asked Martin if he was the English slave property of the Countess Jade Vitesse?
A somewhat sheepish looking Martin nervously glanced round hoping no one had heard that last remark, he was lucky, no one had and probably on one would have cared anyway, this was LA baby!
The Limo swept away and shortly after arrived at a splendid looking mansion called “the castle.”

Indeed Martin nearly got neck ache as he couldn’t help staring up and around at the incredible architecture that seemed almost a replica of the Randolph Hearst mansion not a million miles way.
Shortly after arriving at the sumptuous looking pad, Martin was lead away to his quarters. I say lead, because and much to Martin’s initial alarm, a long dog like collar which was in turn attached to a leash was duly fastened around Martin’s neck.

Collar and leash still attached Martin was told to strip, he was about object when he suddenly felt a sudden sharp pain in his behind. “What the fuck,” cried out Martin, unbeknownst to Martin a woman dressed as a nurse had sneaked up behind him and stuck him with the syringe.
“Don’t worry baby doll,” said the now smiling nurse, “it’s just a relaxant, don’t wanna get you all jittery and awkward whilst we prepare you for mistress Jade do we?”
Martin was terrified and needed his inhaler, though soon enough the whatever it was that had been injected inside him seemed to somehow act in the same way as his inhaler did and Martin Smith suddenly just didn’t care anymore, as his what seemed to be now captors proceeded to strip him and redress him.

Three hours later Martin was walked toward a long mirror and just couldn’t believe what he saw staring back out at him!! Martin had been stripped naked and then encased inside a skin-tight rubber body suit, the rubber suit actually encompassed the whole of Martin’s body which of course meant the head.
The bit that covered Martin’s head was actually shaped to look like a woman’s face and had also two fairly large breasts jutting out made from what Martin could only perceive as silicon.
On top of all that Martin was forced to wear stockings and suspenders as well as being laced into a black leather corset.

Martin’s tormentors weren’t done yet though, a short skin-tight black latex dress was added to what was already a fairly slim physique accompanied by long elbow length latex gloves finished off with jet black knee length boots.
Finally the piece de resistance, the top of Martin’s rubberized head was sprayed freely with some kind of adhesive, shortly after, he was crowned with a long flowing blond wig.

So the picture was now complete and Martin Smith from little old England was finally ready to meet the Goddess of his dreams, though it wasn’t really supposed to be like this, thought a still groggy feeling Martin to himself.

30 minutes later, a large double set of doors opened at the end of the room Martin was situated and in swept a six foot Amazon dressed from head to toe in tight black leather. Martin having been gently persuaded, kneeled in reverence to his Goddess, the Countess Vitesse.
The Countess arrived directly in front of the "new martin" and spoke in a voice so husky it could have been a man. Even though Martin was an atheist, he instantly got religion and prayed silently that this vision in front of him was indeed a woman and not the unthinkable.

A long slender leather clad hand gently lifted Martin’s head up toward the Countess’s it was at that point she spoke, “tell me darling, are you happy?”
Even after what had happened, Martin found it very hard not to admit that he actually was happy in fact Martin was in perv heaven, though he was a tad disturbed at being dressed as a woman, here he was, in Los Angeles and finally in the presence of a true Goddess.

“She” continued to talk and every word she spoke dripped with pure lust, “tell me slave, ever been kissed before?”
Martin nodded in the affirmative, he of course had been kissed, not as many times as he’d liked but he had and he answered truthfully.
The Countess’s eyes were only inches away from Martin’s now , staring directly into his very soul and he started to shake in anticipation. She continued on, “ever been kissed by a Goddess?”
Martin hadn’t, but he hoped he was about too, before he had time to respond, two leather gloved hands grabbed either side of Martin’s rubberised face and proceeded to kiss Martin like he’d never been kissed before.

Even though Martin’s head was clad in skin tight rubber, he could still breathe see and hear of course. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, though was, in reality only a few minutes. As the Countess Jade’s tongue retracted Martin’s tongue followed and couldn’t understand why.
Standing up again in front of the still kneeling and tongue protruding Martin, the Countess threw her head back and laughed as if she were the Devil himself!!

Martin was horrified, what had she done to him? He couldn’t move his tongue, it seemed to be permanently sticking out of his mouth, as if the sight of him being transformed into some cross dressing fetish doll wasn’t bizarre enough.
“Perfect my little love doll, you are now every lesbian’s wet dream and will proceed to serve wherever and whenever I choose, you see darling Martine." The Countess at this point produced a lipstick in one hand and what looked like a small white pill in the other.

“This lipstick has been impregnated with a special kind of super steroid and upon saliva contact initiates an instant erection of anything it touches. Which in this case darling just happens to have been your tongue, this.” The Countess then pointed toward the little white pill, “is the antidote which of course I took before the kiss.
Don’t worry, nothing else will be affected” and then suddenly and with a wicked gleam in her eye twirled the lipstick around in a leather gloved hand saying, “unless I want it too of course, see you at the ball my pet.”

With that the Countess then whirled around and swept out of the room. And so Martine became yet another permanent addition to the Countess Jade Vitesse’s huge stable of slaves and guys there is a lesson to be learned here?

When trawling through the internet looking for that bit on the side or in Martin’s case, internet love. Just be aware of who’s out there, because you never know when it might be “you” next time who will receive THE FIRST KISS!!!!!!



THE END




S.Garside