My life changed
It is the middle of the night… something wakes me up. Miguel is pushing me away gently. As I wake up, I see him sitting on the edge of the bed. I see his manly back and his nakedness, but I do nothing, physically and mentally tired.
He is looking at his phone, he leaves it on the bed and he goes to the bathroom, I assume, to take a piss.
My head recovers that family-man righteousness, and I reach for his phone; to my luck, it is unlocked. I don’t have much time… I go to his pictures and find my picture, I delete it, I go to the deleted pictures and delete it from there too, I get a message: “Are you sure you want to permanently delete your picture” I responded: YES.
Then I went to the text messages, checked our interaction, and deleted the whole conversation; I noticed he had me as “Cindy bitch” and also recognized another name on the list… Brett. I remember that name from the adult theater. I opened that conversation, and I saw they were talking about me; I didn’t pay much attention to the conversation details as I had little time, and I heard the toilet flushing; that’s my warning. I dropped the phone just where I found it almost at the same time he’s opening the door.
He's naked, everything is silent and peaceful. It is deep in the night or early in the morning… he’s naked and his heavy, veiny cock is dangling from side to side as he walks back, I see him and I feel a rush of adrenaline, once again, all the sensations in my body hit me at once.
As he is walking, I am looking at him, I smile and bite my lower lip… I want him!
I opened my legs; it wasn’t premeditated, it was just a reflex after seeing him. I take my left hand to my asshole and my right hand to my balls, I cup them and pull them up, and I insert my middle and ring finger inside my hole; he stops and watches me; I can see his smile even through the dim light that prevailed in the room.
After having my fingers deep in my hole, I take my fingers out and into my mouth; I am staring at him, smiling and with a flirty look; I want him; I want him bad, so bad every inch in my body is feeling warm.
He approaches the bed and positions his naked body right in between my legs. I feel his warmth, and I love it; I want to embrace all of it. I allow myself to be hyper-sensitive, trying to absorb everything that is happening and everything that I’m feeling. He leans forward, and automatically, I circle my legs around his waist, and my hands grab his neck and torso. I pull him towards me; I want him to kiss me… he plays around a bit and resists my pull; the righteousness feeling is gone. I am again falling in love with him, and I can’t fight it.
I start moving my hips, trying to rub his cock with mine, my waist and his are melted into one; he looks me in the eye and says: “hi Cindy… tell me what you want”, I respond softly and as feminine as I could “I want you my love, I want you to make me feel like your slut once again”… he answered “how bad you want it”… “oh please I beg you, I wanted it as if my life depended on it.” What I am saying resonates deep in my head and produces an echo of righteousness; part of my brain reacts to what is happening and cannot believe that I just said that; there’s no filter, my sensations are raw and taking over once again before I give my consciousness to react, he kisses me, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth and I give in, once again I succumb to lust, to desire, to him.
I can’t stop kissing him; I don’t want this to end; he’s touching me all over, and I am touching him; my legs pull him as close as I can, and so my arms; I am so needy. Suddenly I feel his fingers trying to find my ass, and he quickly does, like a magnet… he then directs his cock to my ass, pulls one of my legs up and enters me, softly but steadily, I release a moan, and I say his name in the sexiest way possible “oooh Miguel… yes!”
“aren’t you a good bitch?” he responded with a smile… I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of having him inside. I know it is not the first time, but every time, feeling full of him inside me is beyond comprehension; it hurts, but I don’t care; I love it.
I moan with each thrust plop-plop-plop “ah – ah – ah”…
Between moans, “Miguel, I want to do everything you want… but please, let me be yours and only yours”.
“oh good girl, yes you are mine, there’s no question about it, you will do everything I want, whenever I say so.” he responded.
Still between moans and in complete ecstasy “please, let me take care you of you… I just need you to be my man, my boyfriend… I (moan)… I (moan)… I love you!”
He chuckled after hearing that and says “you better love me, you’ll enjoy the ride much more that way” he once again, laughed devilishly.
My subconscious was expecting a different reaction, telling him that it was important to me; I was, despite my own, being serious; I am falling love with this man, and I could not imagine a day without him fucking me. When he is nice to me, he sends me to the moon and back, but when he is weird and evil, I wonder and regret starting to feel my head.
But the regretful thought process didn’t last long… he started to moan louder and faster… he was grunting, and I knew exactly what was about to happen.
He said to me, between moans and kisses… “I breed you several times, you’re already impregnated by me, time for you to swallow my cum” and before I could say anything, he pulled out, broke our intimate hug and missionary position and leaped towards my face and said with a demanding and manly tone, “open up bitch!”
Without even thinking, I did exactly that… he jerked a little bit and started spraying cum, the first splash landed on my nose and eyes, the second one in my mouth (some on my lips, some inside), then he put his cock inside my mouth and I started sucking his cock and fondling his balls, I could feel how they were discharging all that baby batter inside my mouth and I was swallowing, I was once more feeling accomplished and happy… my man was allowing me to taste him… after he was done, with his finger he stated to take the cum off my face and to my mouth, I was sticking my tongue out trying to lick it off his finger, and he said… “good, that’s a good cum loving bitch”
He went to the bathroom to clean up and instructed me to do the same… I hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder. I touched his body, and I said once again, “I love you.”
My dick was rock solid and ready to explode, he noticed I was on edge, and he said… “you’re not going to cum today; after you leave this morning, you are going to go home or work or whatever you do and start working on what I told you, I want to see you back here the day after tomorrow, and I want to start seeing some changes, if you show me progress, I’ll let you cum… hell! If you surprise me, I’ll even help you! - now get the fuck out of here, I need to sleep so I can go to work tomorrow.”
I felt sad and ashamed… I just told him I was in love, and he kicked me out.
I put on my clothes and started walking towards my car. As I was walking, I started crying… I cannot remember the last time I cried. I felt heartbroken and humiliated.
It is very early in the morning the sun is starting to come up… I get in my car, and I realize the events of the last few hours… I am a different person now. Somehow, my spirit is broken; I am humiliated, degraded, abused, and brainwashed, and still, I have feelings for him.
I take inventory of what happened: a man, a stranger to be precise, had blackmailed me to have unprotected sex with him several times. I ended up enjoying it, but beyond that, I started to have feelings for him, and more critically, I ended up opening up to him and telling him how I was feeling.
Something comes to my mind… I remember, right before the last time we fucked, I was able to delete the picture that he had of me; he had no leverage from now on; I could move on as if nothing had happened and forget about this whole ordeal… Although I truly have mixed feelings, I am genuinely attracted to him.
I move on and carry on with my day; I take precautions and go to a hotel, where I shower and ensure there’s no evidence of what just transpired. While in the shower, I start to have flashbacks to just a few hours early, when we showered together and we were making out… these images pop up in my head, constantly and making a statement, my dick starts to get hard, and I remember that I still haven’t come, I think of him… I miss him. He told me not to jerk off, and as much as I was horny, I decided not to.
I take a very much-needed nap, and I come back home like I was away for work… I carry on with my life like nothing happened, but in my head, the images, the sensations, and more importantly, the feeling of having a lover, a boyfriend, or whatever Miguel is.
Later on the evening, everyone was asleep at home… I was watching the TV sitting on the living room sofa, but in reality, I was just going through everything in my head one more time, I touched my lips, I rubbed my cock, I felt sad but at the same time relieved because it was over.
Then, --Ding—a text message… I’m puzzled, but I realized that I did not remove my contact number from Miguel’s phone and probably by now he realizes that he has lost all the leverage he had.
I was fragile, I didn’t want to see the text message… I know that if he was kind and flirty, I would fall for him even without the need for him to blackmail me. I don’t want to look at the text, I know I am vulnerable right now.
I think to myself, if I open the text and I fall for him again, I will not have any will power to say no and I will start executing the instructions he commanded, I leave the message unread… a few minutes pass by, I start feeling sad, empty, abandoned.
I decided to open the text…
- Miguel: What the fuck have you done! I thought we had something special!
- Me: I love you, but I cannot allow you to treat me like that.
- Miguel: Like what? You are my property; you do what I say!
Tears come out of my eyes. I am really in love with this man, but I cannot indulge in this… I deleted the message, and I went to sleep.
Several days passed, and I haven’t heard from Miguel, which is good… things are returning to normal; I don’t zone out as much anymore. However, I do think of him very often. I often watch sub-dom porn and jerk off to it, I go in Grndr and flirt and exchange pictures with other men. This makes me feel wanted, but nothing like him. I bought a dildo to try to tame the feeling, and it helped a lot, I fuck my ass with it almost every day, but is not his cock, his lips, his hands, his roughness…
Days pass, and it keeps getting worse (or better).
After weeks of suffering, I decided that I could not continue like this, I needed him, but I need to do this right, if I am going to be his lover, I need to be fully committed and that meant divorcing my wife and leave the family life behind so I can focus.
Once I decided that, I proceeded to text Miguel…
Me: hi my love… I am so sorry about everything and I want to be what you want me to be and do what you want me to do, can I please see you?
Miguel: fuck you bitch. It has been months, I didn’t even know you existed. Besides, you are going to flake, I don’t have time for you.
Me: no! this time is different, please lets pick it up where we left
He did not responded back…
Took a couple of months for all the paperwork divorce settling and related things, it actually went smooth as I didn’t put a fight on anything, I basically gave my wife half of everything and some more.
With the money left, I bought a small house, couple of rooms and it was simple but nice, it also had a small pool on the backyard.
During this time, I started working out doing a lot of yoga and squats, my legs were toned and my butt was getting bigger in a good way, I was getting a nice looking bubble butt.
After the divorce, I also started a diet regime and I became very thin, paired with laser hair removal and lots of skin treatments, my whole body was silky and smooth.
I started using a body shaper that will train my waist, and I will exercise every day, sometimes twice a day…
All this process was made with one thing in mind… Miguel. I wanted to get him back, and to do that I had to do something extreme.
I also let my hair grow a little bit and found a stylist that made it look super pretty and will go with my face and my now girly looks, I still look like a man, but a very effeminate one.
All my new clothes was tight, like yoga pants, super short shorts, hotpants, skin tight jeans and tshirts; and I have flawless manipedi.
I also bought tons of sexy lingerie, sleeveless satin, mesh, lace, lether, thigh high stockings, fishnet pantyhose, full sets like a cute maid uniform, corsets, sexy onesies, garters, g-strings, night dresses, etc. I was actually impressed with the variety and sexiness of this, and every now and then I’ll try them on in front of the mirror and I’d imagine driving Miguel crazy and fucking me.
I didn’t want to be a crossdresser, but I wanted to look sexy in bed for him. I will still show up as a man in the streets, well, a very sexy feminine man. From time to time I’d catch others looking at me, even family men, some will even flirt with me, all this was new and exhilarating and as much as I needed sex, I wanted to have Miguel and Miguel only, so I waited…
The last brush stroke of this masterpiece I created was my face, I went and did surgery and touched up my jaw, my chin, cheeks, forehead and even lips, I wanted my lips to be meatier for Miguel, for his lips and his cock.
All this took a couple of months, I thought, he already forgot about me, but I was ready! – fully recovered from surgery, smooth and tight like he wanted… hell! I even got a love nest for ourselves! Once I get back with him and he sees everything I am now, he will not be able to resist me and he will finally fall in love with me the way I am in love with him.
It was a Thursday night, I know he doesn’t work on Fridays so it was the perfect time to spend the weekend with him, just like that time, when I fell in love with him.
I was on my couch, wearing hot pants and a sleeveless shirt that was skin tight. I put some mild make up, just to look bring out my eyes a bit, some light gloss on my new lips. I laid down on my living room couch and crossed my legs tucking my cock back, I stretched one of my legs and snapped a picture and sent it to Miguel, without any words…
No response…
I was expecting him to come back with an avalanche of compliments and saying to me that he wanted to meet with me, but no, just a cold nothingness.
I had a lot of time to think, so I thought of this scenario at some point. So I proceeded with plan B, which was, full submission.
Me: Babe, I have not stopped thinking about you. I’ve changed, please give me a another shot. I just want to love you!
Miguel: is that picture really you?
Me: yes babe, and there’s more you want to see
Miguel: meet me at the movies by my house at 6.
Me: of course, cant wait (heart emoticon)
I thought to myself… I am having my first date as a new me with my man. I couldn’t be happier. I evaluated my current outfit and I decided, it is provocative, but I have to prove him Im all in and I don’t mind being seeing like this with him, I grabbed a cute designer sandals (I wanted him to see my feet) and left to the place.
I arrived and he wasn’t there… I thought it was a trap or a joke or something, but then I got a text
Miguel: buy a ticket for the new star wars movie and meet me inside, I saved you a spot next to me, I am right in the middle towards the back
I smiled… and I thought, wow! This is a real date, wonder if we will go out for dinner or something and then spend the night together.
I did exactly that, and I went into the theater… the movie was not yet on, they were watching the preview trailers, when I came in, I could feel EVERYONE was looking at me. With my new look I was kind of getting used to it, I just hope that I cause an impression with my man.
I found him, I smiled and my hear raced… I felt like a cheerleader on prom night.
I went to my sit, crossed my leg to sit on top of it and looking at him smiling with dreamy eyes… he barely looked at me from the corner of his eye, I touched his arm and say with soft voice… “hi”
He looked at me for a second and said… “hi”
The theater went dark as the movie started, the theater wasn’t packed but it was more than half full, I kept my hand on his arm and with my other hand I hugged his arm completely, I did noticed something, the armrest between us was lift up… so it was probably a good sign, he wants to be closer to me. I took the liberty to put my head on his shoulder, I was happy, after more than 6 months I was back with him, and although he didn’t chance a bit, I was a totally different person.
As the movie started, he whispered, “you look really sexy, I like this new version of you” I whispered back to him very close to his ear “it is all for you babe” and gave him a kiss on the chick!
In my head, I was static… MISSION ACCOMPLISHED I said to myself, he moved his arm breaking our snuggly position, only to put it around me, close to my waist, and touching my butt, I was loving it! Then after a minute or two his hand went into my shorts, he quickly realized the tightness and how smooth my skin was, I would see he was getting hard just by doing that, and I smiled.
My skin was tingling, the roughness of his hand against my soft skin was driving me crazy, all those feelings from before were coming back slowly and my mind started to wonder on all the things we are going to do as a couple, then my imagination was interrupted by something I was not expecting, he moved his hand towards my asshole and started to massage it…
I went close to his ear and whispered “babe, I am all yours, but here?” he turned his head to me and locked eyes with me in a menacing way, I was half scared half delighted by the look “do you really want to be mine?”… I said timidly but with a smile, “yes, more than anything” he responded in a definitive way “then shut up and follow my lead”.
He was right, this is exactly what I wanted, I wanted him to control me, to command me to fuck me, to own me, so this is exactly what it means…
I gained composure and position myself in a way that he could access my ass more comfortably, as I did this he said “goooood” with a satisfying tone. He abruptly took his hand out, and hugged me by the neck, I thought ‘great! Let’s snuggle again’, but he did this just to take his finger to my mouth, I played along and started sucking it instinctively one of my legs was on top of his thigh and my hand was on his crotch, I felt how my man’s cock was getting hard for me through his pants. After this, he pulled his finger out of my mouth and went back under my short and into my ass, this time, his finger was inside my hole… I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was dressed like a slutty teenager, I was being fingered in the middle of a theater and my man has barely said a few words, this was exciting and amazing.
After a little bit of Miguel fingering me I couldn’t help it and released a quiet moan, I was hopping no one realized it. After 30 minutes or so, he stopped doing it and we both started to focus on the movie once again. I snuggled next to him in and he accepted it. We finished watching the movie and as the lights went up, he was now able to see the full ‘new’ me… I could read his face, he was not only impressed but turned on. I smiled and went for a kiss which he returned passionately.
We walked out of the movies and I said to him, “why don’t you spend the weekend at my place?” to which he responded “gladly”.
This episode was not too sexual but sensual, but it was necessary to frame all the sex and twisted things that Cindy will endure to keep Miguel happy. Stay tunned, in the next episode things are going to change a lot and the love Cindy has for Miguel will be put to test.
