My wife is out of town for the week and I have the whole place to myself. She's gone a lot for work and I don't mind. It gives me time to release and enjoy my sexual fantasies. You see I am a closeted gay man who keeps his marriage for show. I rarely have sex with my wife and she is not much into it either, so it works out for both of us. I have had sexual encounters with other men since I was much younger, and I was almost always the one performing for them. I am only 25 years old, but I have had a lot of experience. I am also a crossdresser and I have been dressing in women's clothes for as long as I can remember. I love the feel of women's clothing on me and it makes me so hot to see myself in them. I have the body and ass for it and I am naturally smooth over most of my body.
It was not long after she left that I stripped down completely naked and got on the internet to begin searching for the type of men that I enjoy so much. Big bearish burly Dom men that know how to treat a slut like me are the ones I truly enjoy, but the truth is, there are not many men that I would not do. Once I had a few drinks in me I decided to get myself nice and sexy. I went to the closet where I kept all my naughty outfits and toys. Since I had the whole week to myself, I pulled everything down and set it all out on the bed. I went in the bathroom, put on some lipstick and makeup, dressed in a lacy black thong, fishnet pantyhose and fishnet tank top. I placed my favorite black collar around my neck nice and tight and walked out to the full body mirror in the bedroom. I checked myself over and put my red long-haired wig on. Standing there in the mirror I felt that rush of ecstasy come over me, and I turned, posed, and played with myself for over an hour. As I was getting ready to walk away, I noticed something was different in the reflection. The room was brighter than usual, and I could see a slow shining in the window. You see, I always keep the blinds drawn and never even think about it anymore. But as I saw the blackness of the night and the moon shine through the window, I gasped.
"Why are those blinds not drawn and wide open? I asked myself.
Then it hit me. I had forgotten that my wife had been cleaning them earlier and she never closed them. I wanted to kick myself for not noticing. I was so excited to get naked that I simply overlooked the fact that my huge bedroom window was open. Fear of someone looking into the window and then telling my wife really had me in a panic. As quickly as I could, I hit the light switch, then ran to the window and began closing the blinds. As I had them partially down, I noticed a glow coming from the window next door. As I looked closer, I could see a large orange glow and a tinted orange face.
"Oh no" I screeched, "Is that Mike in the window? How much did he see?" I thought to myself, "You've done it now Danny, it is only a matter of time before everyone knows". "But why is he standing there staring at me?"
Mike was a National Guardsmen and led the neighborhood watch group. He oversaw just about every local committee and he was always up front and blunt about his opinions. He knew how to lead, and it fitted his job in the Guard. Mike was also a very well built, broad shouldered man with grey hair and a buzz cut. He had some extra weight, but at his age, the Guard wouldn't mess with him for being a little overweight.
I am not sure how long I stood there frozen, but it felt like an hour (less than a minute had gone by). I quickly got my senses and finished drawing the blinds. Once the blinds were drawn, I dropped to the floor with my back against the wall. "What had just happened" I said. Why would he stand there smoking his cigar like that? As the image of him became clearer I had noticed something else. "Why was he standing there with no shirt on?" I guess it doesn't matter now, tomorrow everyone will know, and my wife will know soon after that. I will be out on the street before you know it. My life as I know it is over. I grabbed the bottle of bourbon sitting next to me and started to take big swigs while contemplating what I was going to do next. The next thing I remember, it was morning and the daylight was shining in through the edges of the blinds. The empty bottle of bourbon lay next to me.
I My head was a little sore from the booze, but I managed to bring myself to my feet. I was getting myself together when I looked down and noticed I was still wearing the lingerie I had dressed in the night before. And then it hit me; I remembered what happened last night and wondered if I had dreamt it. I decided to gather all of my sex stuff and clothes and take it somewhere out of the house until I figure out what to do next. I quickly changed into my regular clothes and cleaned up a bit. Grabbed the boxes and opened the front door. As I opened the door, I noticed an envelope fall to the ground. I picked it up and noticed it had URGENT written on the face of the letter. I closed the door and opened the letter. A few pictures fell out and as I looked at them, I noticed it was me naked and with the lingerie on from the night before. "Oh My" I said, "I wonder how many neighbors got these pictures in their mail this morning. I read the letter, and this is what it said:
If you have not looked at the pictures yet, I suggest you do. I have copies of these and video from your escapades last night and I know you know who this letter is from. We must talk immediately before you do anything today. And I mean immediately! I expect a knock at the door very soon. Oh, and just in case you are wondering if anyone has seen these yet, they are just between you and me at the present time. However, I placed a copy of the pictures in the Kent's mailbox. They are very good friends of your wife and have gone to work. I suggest you stop at their mailbox on the way over and get them. I wanted to make sure you know I mean business.
In that instant, everything I had feared was now a reality and I quivered to my knees. Remembering the evidence in the Kent's mailbox, I realized that they sometimes come home for lunch. "What time is it?" "Almost Eleven" I gasped and darted out the door to their mailbox. Opening the mailbox, I saw the pictures there and grabbed them. I noticed Mr. Kent's car coming around the corner and ran back to the house. Mr. Kent went to his mailbox and thankfully I had gotten all the pictures. After he was inside, I decided it was time to go see Mike and face the music. Still catching my breath, I rang the doorbell. I heard Mike's voice over his intercom and he laughed and said, "it's about time". I looked up and noticed the camera pointed at me. "Come in so we can talk Danny" he bellowed.
I entered the house and noticed the large barren rooms with barely any furniture. I had never been in Mike's house before and I was surprised at how clean he kept things. Mike interrupted my thoughts and yelled "I'm in the Den, first door on the right. Come in and have a seat". I walked into the Den and noticed a chair in the middle of the room. In the far end of the room, I saw smoke rising from Mike's cigar, the chair turned away from me behind a desk. "Sit down" he said. I slowly moved to the chair and sat down. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?""Danny, or is it Danielle, it appears we have a small matter to discuss".
"Listen Mike", I interrupted, " What you saw may have been taken out of context...."
He interrupted, "Taken out of context! You were dressed as a woman in slutty clothing and dancing around like a fairy." "Tell me in what other context I should take it?".I had nothing to say and began to realize there was no getting out of this. Mike continued, "As far as I am concerned, what I saw would not be something you would want your wife or friends to see now is it?"No" I said, "Definitely not". "What would I have to do to get those pictures and the video back from you. I'll do anything I possibly can to make this go away.
Mike laughed, "Danny, you will never get those pictures or the video back. They are already locked away in my safe and they won't be coming out unless I am going to send them to your wife at work." "Why would you do this?", I said. He laughed again, "Danny, because I can". "You see, I have always enjoyed watching you in the yard and around the house. I can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about you. And when I caught you last night and saw how fucking sexy you look in that outfit, I knew I had you by the balls."
He continued to let me know that I have two options. I do everything he says, or he takes a trip to the post office with the photos. He asked me how long my wife was out of town and grinned when I told him all week. For the next hour he went over many of the things I would be expected to do for him. He told me that he does not want an answer now. He wants me to go home and think about what I am going to do. He also informed me that if I agree to his terms, I am to get dressed in the same clothes I had on last night and open the blinds at exactly 5 PM. Stand there until he acknowledges and make sure the front door is unlocked. "Now head on home and don't waste any more of my time" he ordered.
I went home, and it didn t take me long to make up my mind. You see, as I was sitting there, and he was telling me all the things he was going to do to me, I could not stop myself from getting hard. The thought of him owning me had really turned me on. I was curious and afraid at the same time. I probably would have answered him right there if he let me, but I did as he told me. I did anything I could to pass the time. I played with myself, showered and dressed early and then began to fantasize about what he would look like naked. I knew he was fairly hung because I had seen the bulge in his tight jean shorts many times.
At 5 PM promptly, I opened my blinds dressed in that slutty outfit and the collar on as he had instructed. He was waiting at the window and was fully dressed. He motioned at me and walked away from the window. I stood there and then saw him passing in front of the house. I heard my door open and close and footsteps up the stairs. He walked in the room and looked at me. I had turned around to greet him, but as soon as he saw I had moved from the window ever so little, he yelled "I never told you to leave the window". I quickly turned around and faced the window. He ordered me to close the blinds and move to the corner. I did as he instructed and put my face in the corner. He asked me where all the stuff was that I had last night on the bed and floor. I told him where it was, and he pulled the box out and began to go through the items. It was then that I remembered all the kinky gay mags I had in there and he made a surprised sound. I heard the magazines being flipped through and he asked me how much of this I had done before. I told him I had done a lot kink but not everything "yet". He laughed and repeated, "That's right. You haven t done everything Yet! But you will".
He now began to inquire about my interests as if to gauge how dirty I could be. "I see you are wearing a collar; does it have a leash to go with it?" I told him it did and that it was in another box I had. "Well where is that box at?" I told him I could get it for him, but he asked what I was holding out on. Honestly, I was holding out, that box had all my BDSM gear in it. I told him how to get it and he brought it out. He told me how he had many similar ones in his basement dungeon. My face popped up. "Dungeon? I asked. He informed me that it is a primitive one in the works but had many things to go in it. I was really beginning to wonder how much I was in for. He grabbed the leash and put it on me. He barked at me to get on my hands and knees and he put his boot in my ass pushing me along as I crawled in front of him. I felt the tug as he held me back and then pushed his boot in my crotch squeezing my balls and cock. I yelped and moaned from the pain and ecstasy. He must have noticed my enjoyment because he put his mouth to my ear and said "Ohhh, you really like that, don't you bitch."
"Yes" I screamed as I felt so hot from him calling me a bitch. But he knew that I was, and he would use it to control me.
He led me down stairs and into the living room. Sprawled me out on my back over the coffee table and tied my hands underneath and legs to the table legs. He noticed the bourbon on the dining table and said, "how about a drink". I shouted yes please. He took a few swigs himself and then picked up the coffee table from the head with no effort. As I was upright, he put the bottle to my mouth and I chugged until it burned. Nice big gulps he said. I told him how I get hotter and sluttier the more I drink. He then pulled out a bottle of poppers and asked if I knew what they were. I said yes, but I had never tried them. "Well, you want to do everything, here is your first chance". He put the bottle to my nose and said take a big sniff. A few seconds later, I felt the rush and my little slut cock jumped to attention. The rush went through my body and I screamed yesssssss. I wanted everything in that one moment and I was ready for anything. I would be hooked on poppers before you know it.
It was at this point that I got my first true look at him. He was hairy, his shirt removed. Big pecs and a beer belly. Nipples hard and pointed, face burly and scruffy, and a big bulge in his jeans ready to rip out. He also had a huge wet spot of precum coming through his pants by the head of his cock. As he stood over me, I noticed he had some of my bondage magazines in his hand. He was pulling out pictures one by one and asking me which ones I like the most. He also noticed that many of the pages that had nice red asses on it, were faded and worn. He said he knew that those were the ones I looked at the most and asked me if he was right. I paused for a moment and thought about how much I should tell him. He yelled that I should answer quicker than that and not think about whether to come clean on my desires and fantasies. I agreed with him and told him that they were my favorite pictures and that I have taken some really good whacks in the past. He laughed at me and said that I haven't taken anything like he was going to give me. Again, my little cock rose at the fierceness and command in his voice and tone. He laughed again and told me that it is hilarious to see a tiny dick like mine jump when he talks to me like that.
At that point he lifted the coffee table with no warning and stood me up on my knees. The coffee table standing straight up, and my arms still tied behind me and my knees on the floor with the coffee tables weight on my legs. "That's better" he joked. Now I can see you on your knees where you belong, and you have nowhere you can go. He was right. It was impossible for me to stand or move. If I tried, I would fall flat on my face and the coffee table would land on top of me. He stared at my cock again and then looked me straight in the eyes. "That little thing is pathetic" he said. "I bet it doesn't even come close to pleasing your wife? He reached down and grabbed his bulge and asked me if I wanted to see a real man's cock. I eagerly nodded yes. "Say it bitch!"
"Yes sir I want to see a real man's cock!"
He moved closer to me, unbuttoned his tight jeans and lowered them enough to allow me to see the shaft. As I stared at it licking my lips, he quickly lowered them more. His fat cock flopped out of his pants and smacked down on my face. It was so heavy and hard that it actually felt like a ton of bricks hitting my eye and cheek. A wet stringy gob of precum stuck on my face and stayed connected to the head of his dick.
"This is what a cock is supposed to look like on a man. Not that little pathetic excuse for a dick you have there".
He was right. I had always been embarrassed about my tiny cock in front of women. But he knew that it would resonate with me and he continued to tap the head of his cock on my face. He speared the precum all over my face and I attempted to stick my tongue out and lick it.
"Not so fast bitch" You won't get to taste this man cock until I am sure you have worked hard enough for it. Or should I say I have worked you over hard enough. Without even skipping a beat I screamed out "Yes sir!"
"Keep that mouth closed bitch while I finish painting your face with my precum" As he continued to stroke and squeeze out as much as he could, I watched as his precum just kept cumming. In a matter of minutes my face started to dry up and his precum was everywhere on my face. When he was satisfied, he put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. As I was thinking about what he was going to do next, I didn't notice that he had bent down. He flicked his fingers on the head of my tiny cock and I felt the pain rush through me. I wasn't ready for it which made it that much more painful. I yelped out a whimper and tried to bend forward, almost tipping myself onto my face on the floor. The he grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard.
"Just like the way you seen it in the mags, isn't it Danielle?" "You do like that name don't you".
Actually, I did, and I had been using that name for myself for a while now. "Yes sir" I told him. "I will take any name that you want, and I think that Danielle suits me in my current situation". Mike laughed and told me that will be name given name, but he has plenty of others in mind as well.
Mike walked out of the room and went upstairs, leaving me there wondering what he was doing. When he came down, he had a handful of my gags, restraints, and bdsm toys. He laid them out and told me he would be back. He walked out of the house and left me in the middle of the on my knees tied to the coffee table. Over a half hour went by and I heard the door open. Mike had returned and had some leather straps in his hand along with other items I could not make out. He walked over without saying anything and untied my feet. Then he untied my hands and ordered me to stand. I stood up and he led me to the corner. He grabbed one arm behind my back and placed a leather restraint on it. Then did the other and then both of my ankles. I looked down and noticed these were very high-quality restraints made of strong black leather, better than anything I had owned. He turned me around and placed a long leather harness from my collar to my balls, strapped them tight and tightened the strap between them. My balls were now lifted a few inches and pulled anytime I moved my head. He placed a ball gag in my mouth and told me that he didn't want me alerting the neighbors over what he was about to do next. In that moment, my eyes grew large and I whimpered again, knowing that he was about to do something painful to me. He ordered me to put my hands behind my head and then attached the restraints to my collar. He grabbed the strap tied to my balls and lifted it. I felt the rush of pain swiftly through my nuts into my throat and he pulled me into the kitchen. I mumbled and slobbered myself from the pain and then noticed that he had put a bar across the doorway to the pantry. He released my hands and then attached the restraints to the bar over my head. I was facing away from him, but I heard him remove his belt and then felt it sliding across my shoulder as if to let me know what it was. Without a word he swung around and belted me harder than I have ever been hit. The heat from the belt rushed through my ass and I danced from the pain. He did it again and again. The pain was a lot and I began to squirm. "Stand still bitch" he said, "or it will get much worse". I tried to be still but with every whack, it got harder and harder to be still. Then I completely dodged one and it hit the wall. This must've really pissed him off, because he grabbed me by my waist, held me tight and let go a barrage of fast hard whacks to the point where I started crying and writhing from the pain. When he was done, he told me that any time I attempt to dodge his belt, he would release the heaviest and fastest blows.
He took my arms down and I was shaking form the pain. But it felt so good and my ass was so hot that my penis was hard and dripping precum. He turned me around and my mascara was running down my face and slobber was dripping from my gag. He marveled at me crying and wiped my face. He allowed me to rub my ass and took me upstairs to the mirror, so I could admire his work. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed that my ass was dark red and marked up with the belt marks over the entirety of my plump ass cheeks. He removed the gag and I smiled as I looked in the mirror.
"So, you enjoyed that did you slut?" "Yes sir, I am writhing in pain, but no one has ever made me feel so hot and beat me so hard".
I wanted more but was not sure if he was done with me or not, so I did not say anything. He sat me on the bed and I felt that pain come back as I could barely sit. He noticed how uncomfortable I was sitting and laughed at the way I barely put any weight on it.
"I'm not done with you yet slaveslut. We have a lot more things to try out before I let you rest".
At this point I knew I was in for a long night and we had only been at this for two hours. It was the best two hours of my life however, and I did not want it to end either. He told me that he had another surprise in store for me and I was about to find out what it was. What would he do to me next? I waited anxiously for his words.
This is the start to my story and I hope you enjoyed.
