From as long back as I can remember my older sister's underwear, panties and bras, always made me horny. As far back as when I first could get a hard-on their pretty lace and cotton undergarments were near to me when I jerked off. Which was a lot, like most normal young guys. I'd rub them, freshly dirty from the hamper, on my cock, on my face, and later on I'd even put them in my mouth when I was jerking. It just made sense to try some on when I was horny too. They would be even closer to my warm skin if they were on me, like they would wear them. Tight little panties and a tiny little training bra. I'd roll in them sometimes, wearing some, and burying my face in piles of them. With 2 older sisters and mom around, the hamper was always full of fun, lacey things to play with.
As time went on, I'd continue to use girl's and lady's panties as a prop for my jerking sessions. Wearing some, shoving others in my mouth, jerking off onto some, it was safe, great fun. Soon I realized I enjoyed having the panties in my mouth not just for the smell, taste and texture of them, but because when I would moan or let out a little squeal when I came, the muffled noises were very erotic, adding to the excitement of the moment. I started trying to cry out or shout "oh no! Please stop!" All in fun. At the same time, I was always looking for more ways to heighten the experience. When I'm gagged and struggling, I suddenly feel like there should be something inside me too. Not just in my mouth, either. Whatever makes a guy want something up his ass I don't understand. But It's there. Isn't it?
I began imagining another guy in the room. Someone anonymous, scary, dominant, stern and rough with me. He would be manhandling me, shoving a finger up my ass or worse. I would be squirming and trying to cry for help. It was a fun game. I loved it.
Well, of course, if that was the scenario, I'd probably be tied or restrained in some way as well, wouldn't I? Yes, I would.
I've played tie up games for a long time. Starting with very basic tying my ankles together with shoelaces, all the way up to using 2 rolls of cloth duct tape to wrap myself up, including nearly making my legs like a mummy, and covering most of my face with tape to make a very secure tape gag to silence my pathetic self. Panties shoved in my mouth first, lots of dirty panties, of course! I'd wear some cute bra and panties combo and pulling pantyhose all over my body. The tape wouldn't tear my skin up when I had pantyhose on first. I'd wear one pair, dirty ones hopefully, as you would, on my legs and up to my waist. Then another pair slipping my arms in the leg places and pulling the panty area over my head and face, with the cotton crotch panel right in front of my mouth. I'd cover myself in pantyhose before starting the taping up process. I'd be rock hard the whole time, trying to wait until I was completely bound and gagged before allowing myself to have the huge, cosmic orgasm to come.
And as I was working my way up to being a total bondage model, I started buying different dildos and butt plugs to find just the right one to use every day. It's amazing what a guy's ass can take, I discovered. I started small of course. But after a few months of trying everything from slippery little plastic vibrators to huge black ribbed bumpy monster cocks, I found a few I could feel in all the right places, and not so large that I couldn't walk well for a few days. But, if I'd been a bad boy, needing to be punished, I would bring back that big black ribbed one and make myself wiggle and squeal like a little schoolgirl.
After years of that, of course I was dreaming of the bad man to do this to me for real. I found a Dom online. He was very scary and wanted a long-term thing. A submissive houseboy to use for a fuck toy and to run errands for him. I wasn't into that. And I'm not a young guy anymore. But I'd sent him some pictures of me wearing the girly underwear, and some of me tied and gagged, like I liked to do. I sent him one of my black dildo shoved hurtfully in my ass. And the grimace on my tape gagged face as it was spreading my still man virgin hole.
But he kept texting me. I kept telling I wasn't into any sort of thing. I just wanted the experience. I wish I hadn't sent him all those photos. He told me he could turn me into his long-time fuck whore. I wasn't ready for all of that.
I didn't have any luck anywhere else. I chatted with lots of guys who pretended to be Doms, but they are all just gay faggots. Then the guy asked me again. He said he would do a weekend with me. but I had to agree that if I really liked it, I'd give him first chance to make me his regular bitch. A compromise. I said OK.
He picked me up in front of a grocery store. He had a big black Tahoe with dark windows. He just kicked the door open and ordered me to "Get the fuck inside." I followed his instruction.
I'd locked my car and hidden the keys under it. I left my wallet and my phone in the car. He wanted t that way. We had chatted for several months. I knew a little bit about him. This was still a big leap. But I guess I was ready. Or was I, I thought to myself.
"I would have cuffed, blindfolded and gagged you right away, but it's probably not a good idea to have a person bound and gagged in your car, if I get pulled over for some silly reason." I said something stupid like, "Yes, I agree." I just looked down at my shoes.
He ordered: "Show me what you're wearing under that." Pointing at my T shirt. I shyly lifter the front of it exposing a cute little pink and white lace A cup training bra. We had agreed I'd wear something girly like that. He pointed at me shorts. I pushed the waist band down showing a glimpse of the matching panties. He looked me up and down then nodded. He was satisfied.
Embarrassed, I was just looking around inside the truck. After a while we arrived in the part of town where earlier he'd told me where he lived. He pulled over to a turn out at the entrance of a large, upscale subdivision. "Turn the fuck around, and give me your hands, bitch."
I couldn't move. But my cock twitched. This was actually working for me. Crazy! I faced the passenger side window, pressing my face against the cold glass. I put my arms back behind my back. "Yes, Sir."
I heard metal cuffs rattle. Then I felt them around my wrists. He quickly, expertly cuffed me like a veteran police officer. Before I could explore the feeling of being cuffed in a stranger's car, a black leather hood slipped quickly over my head. I was blinded. I let out a surprised "Oh Fuck!"
The hood was smooth thin leather that stretched a bit as it was tightening around my face and head, and down around my neck, as he pulled some cords around the back. This was pretty scary. I'd never blindfolded myself before. This was a new sensation. I began to complain. "I wasn't expecting all this." I pleaded. The hood was tight and snug everywhere, like it was form fitted just for me. There were two little holed where my nose was, so I could breathe through them. There was a decent size hole where my mouth was, but I didn't expect that to be open for long, and I was right. Otherwise, the hood had no other openings, and snugly covered my entire head, face and around my neck.
I'd never used a ball gag before. This one felt as big as a tennis ball. But it was smooth slick rubber, feeling very slippery as it slid between my lips, forcing my mouth wide open. He roughly stuffed it in until it was all the way inside my mouth, puffing my cheeks out, barely leaving any of it showing from between my lips.
"From now on, the only time I need you to use your mouth, is when I tell you what to say, and when I tell you what to do with it."
"Mummphh!" Oh fuck.
Some sort of wide strap or tape wrapped around my face and the rest of the hood, securely holding the ball in place. Before we finished our trip to his home, he made me know what I could expect for the next two days. He slipped his hand under my T shirt, over the lacey training bra, and grabbed one of my nipples. With a strong violent twist, he pinched it so fucking hard, I screamed from the pain. He grabbed the other one and continued. He kept twisting until I was screaming and squirming uncontrollably. Snot was blowing out of my nose. I was trying to call out for mercy. All I could hear through the soft rubber ball and tight hood, was the muffled moaning of a fully gagged, cuffed and helpless, stupid man.
"Mmm. I've been waiting for that, my weekend slave. You're going to get everything you wished for. Everything, and much, much more."
The truck was put in gear, he laughed, and we drove away.
