Early in the morning I wear some of her old panties and jerk off. I'm to the point now where I put plastic clothespins on my nipples, sticky tape over my mouth, and a rubber dildo in my ass, or I can't cum. For some strange reason, even when I started wearing panties years ago, I always had a yearning for binding myself, making it difficult to speak, and having something up my ass. Am I gay?
This one fateful morning I was playing in my room when the doorbell rang. It was one of those days when I'd done a but more than usual to arouse myself. In addition to trying out a new ball gag, I'd also worn a training bra and a dog collar that said 'Daddy's bitch' on it. As I was struggling to get the gag out of my mouth and hide it, I'd missed removing the collar and had carelessly pulled a T-shirt on.
George was at the door, peeking through the window, waiting for me to answer. Had I forgotten something? He had seen me coming to the door. He knocked and called out to me. I didn't really like George all that much. He was around the house a lot. I kind of thought of him as a stepdad I didn't have, or need.
"What's up?" I asked.
"You said to meet you here this morning. You don't remember?"
Oh shit. I had a problem with my car. I asked him to help me with to today. What bad timing! I unlocked the door and he walked in. I was flustered and flushed. He could tell. Then he did a double take of me. He gently pushed the door closed and locked the deadbolt.
"What's all this?" He said with a smile.
I looked around the room then looked myself over. I felt the collar. I suddenly realized the collar was still tight around my neck. He reached over and touched it.
"And this?" He questioned. Pointing at my arm. I glanced to the side seeing my left bra strap was handing down over my shoulder around my arm. There was no mistaking it was a pretty pink lace bra strap.
As I was frozen for the moment, he slipped a finger though the ring on the front of the collar and pulled me close to him.
"If you wanted to get frisky, you just should have asked. I'll be tour daddy, bitch."
I tried to pull away. But there is a reason collars are used. I wasn't getting away unless he let me free.
I didn't know what to say. I just stood there waiting for the rest of his reaction. I was frozen. Nervous, scared and fucked.
He waited. Just looking me over. Waiting for me to say something. There was a long, long uncomfortable silence.
Finally he spoke again. "What do we have here?"
He noticed the ball making itself visible in the pocket of my shorts. Before I could answer, he slipped his hand inside and pulled it out.
"Oh, I've seen a few of these. Like I said, if you wanted to play, you could have just asked."
I started to shake my head and tell him that wasn't my plan. But before I could get the words out, he popped the ball right into my mouth.
"Look, George, I'm not...Oh! Fuck!"
"Ok. I've got a couple of hours. Let's give this a whirl." He was fastening the buckle of the ball gag behind my head as he pushed me back into my bedroom. He pulled it into my mouth much further than I did earlier. I was helpless.
He pushed me back into the corner of my room. We were a few feet apart. He was just staring at me. I didn't know what to do. Shit, he was rubbing his crotch!
"Well, get your fucking clothes off, bitch." What was I going to do? I'd been caught red handed. I was guilty. He was the Judge and executioner. And I was going to get fucked.
I shyly pulled my T-shirt over my head. He scoffed at the cute bra.
"So you're a real sissy bitch, are you?"
My face was flushed. I was ready to cry.
"Keep going. I said I have a couple hours. but I don't have all day."
I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. My panties were wet from earlier. I was so fucking humiliated.
He muttered something. When I looked up, he was pulling the belt from his jeans.
He was a big guy, and I wasn't. His belt fit around me pinning my arms to my sides. He buckled it tight. He was right on me. Licking my cheek, whispering in my ear. I tried to speak, but the gag I'd purchased just the day before, did a fine job of silencing me.
"I've looked at you before. I've always wondered if I'd ever have a chance to fuck you like a bitch. Well, now you made it clear you want it too. You just be a good little cock slut, and I'll do the rest."
Suddenly I was on my back on the bed. He was naked and climbing all over me. His mouth was covering mine with the ball between our mouths. He was grabbing my tits and reaching into my panties. His hand was up between my ass cheeks.. He was pulling my hair. It seemed like he had 4 or 5 hands going at the same time. He was all over me.
He mounted me letting his hard cock fall between my bra cups. Looking down at me, with his cock in his hand, he said he really didn't like me. But he was going to enjoy cumming all over me.
He held my head still with one hand while he jerked off in my face. Before he left, he took some pictures of me with his jizz all over the gag, my face and in my hair. He told me this way he would have a pretty good chance of coming back for more.
"Next time you're going to suck it out of me, bitch."
