Like an idiot I'm posting on a local gay chat site and someone I know pops up and calls me out.
Turns out it's Gary from down the street. He is married too, and we know each other's families. Very embarrassing.
We really don't have much in common. I was looking at 'Dom for sissy' pics because a guy once asked me to wear his wife's panties while I sucked him off. I liked that. It was one of my very first gay experiences. I guess from then on, I just expected I'd be in that role. I'm good with it. I liked his cock in my mouth a lot. Then, when he fucked me, he called me his bitch and pinched my nipples till I squealed like I was some helpless schoolgirl.
Gary said he was not a fag, or a sissy, or someone's bitch. He said he likes fucking his wife, but he likes fucking guys in dresses and lingerie even more. He said he saw the picture I posted of myself in my wife's bridesmaid's dress. He said he remembers the wedding. At first, he was polite, asking me nicely to come visit, bringing the dress and any lingerie she might have around. I was not going for any of that. I know him too well.
The next day Gary texted me a Facebook post he said he was ready to send out. He said he has his finger on the 'Enter' button on his laptop. Of course, it's the picture of me in the bridesmaid's dress. But he added a caption that read something like this:
"Local sissy faggot cock sucker looking to give great head. Message me for more information. Bill"
Well, of course, I couldn't let that happen. I begged him to tell me what to do. Begged. Yes. Just what he wanted, the perv.
I was surprised that i got a little cubby as I was looking through her drawers for lingerie. When I folded the dress and put the bra, stockings and garter all in the bag, I was rock hard. What the fuck?
Gary pulled me right back to the bedroom, pushing me against the wall and ordering me to shower and dress in the outfit. He didn't say much, just his short, stern orders, and nothing more. No hello, how ya doing, or fuck you.
Just "Get in the shower, and get in the clothes, bitch."
When I came out Gary was naked, and right in my face. He was hairy with a bit more of a belly than I remember. But what I do remember was how big, fat and hard his cock was. Pointing straight out like an angry weapon. In one hand was a pair of silver handcuffs like the police would use. I barely noticed them as I was transfixed on the size of his hard unit. The handcuffs quickly bound my wrists together in front of me. "I sometime like to use these on Susan (his wife), but she doesn't like it. So here you are, bitch."
I quickly looked up at him, staring into his seemingly angry eyes. All I could say was: "What the fuck?" Before I could get out all of the words, he pulled me close and shoved his tongue into my open mouth. I'd never kissed another man before. But I really didn't have a choice here. I closed my eyes and let him seduce my mouth with his warm, wet tongue. His hands began to wander up and down the dress, searching for the outlines of the sexy bra and garter belt I was wearing under it. He pinched my nipples and grabbed my ass, squeezing really hard. Just as I was about to pass out, in some sort of a sexual daze, he stopped kissing me, pulling away.
Without warning, he took me roughly by the arm and shoved me to the floor.
"Get to it, bitch. suck my cock."
I was almost relieved, or excited, or something. I wasn't sure. But I obeyed. His cock was fat and had a big round head. I popped it into my mouth and started sucking immediately.
"Well, aren't you a good little cock sucker, Billy?"
The next day he texted me a picture of me on my knees, with the dress, on and his cock in my mouth. I didn't know he was taking photos, but he did.
The text said : When you come by the same time next week, we will be working on this again, bitch."
