Kinky Gay Sissy
Well, the title says it all.
Some have commented that my stories have a similar theme. There is a reason for that. I've been infatuated with girly clothes, cocks and bondage my whole life. Some of my early stories may tell you why. But who hasn't followed a porn site right into the Trans, sissy, gay dark side of jerk off material?
Kelci, she told me was her name, lives in Seattle. She has a very good job with a computer company there. Travels a lot. She isn't a real girl, of course. She likes to dress up like a girl and play around. She posted a dozen pics of her dressed up when we Skyped. I saw everything except her face. it was clear she has been at this for a long, long time. At 33, she has the most perfect body. Shaved daily, everywhere. A wonderful assortment of lingerie she wears well. A perfect wig of soft auburn hair. Beautiful.
Just the sort of a girl that can easily seduce a confused, bi sexual, too much time on my hands, guy like me.
After a few weeks of flirting, she told me she was visiting Spokane. Her hotel was a really nice one downtown. She sent many more photos of her in lingerie and shoving a big rubber cock up her ass, as I had asked her to do. She did most anything I asked. Because I asked, she even sent me a picture of her sucking on a big purple veined rubber cock. Her lips were glossy and beautiful. We met in the Hotel bar.
Kevin met me in the bar. He was nicely dressed in a casual suit and very clean cut and professional looking. He sat quietly sipping his drink. He was looking me up and down. I'd described myself honestly and sent pictures to back up my description. We didn't talk much. Hello and hello. After our second drink, he made a move.
After he paid out bar tab, he finally spoke. "You seem nice. Let me show you something in the men's room real quick."
No one else was there when we arrived. He took me softly pulled me into a stall. He unbuttoned and opened his shirt exposing a purple and black corset he had on underneath. He unzipped and lowered his slacks. He was wearing a girdle with garters. I could just see the tops of some black lace stockings. He looked at me, expecting some sort of reaction. When I started to speak he said : "Shut up, bitch."
I shut up.
What just happened?
He took me by the hand and out of the bar we went. In the elevator it was silent. For a moment. But as soon as the doors closed, he moved toward me quickly. He was on me, pushing me firmly against the wall.
"You like how I'm dressed under here?" Motioning to his hidden lingerie. I started to tell him I liked it. "Yes I..."
"Shut up, bitch. Do you like it?" I nodded.
As the door began to open he gave me a quick little peck on the lips. "Good."
And down the hall we went.
Inside the room he pushed me on my back on the bed. I didn't know what to do.
"Just stay there, bitch."
I stayed there.
He slowly undressed. Exposing the extensive lingerie outfit he was wearing. He kept his eyes on me. Looking at me like I better not move. I didn't. He looked like a vintage lingerie model. Purple and black corset and girdle, garters and lace top black silk, seam back stockings. He had a bag on the corner of the bed. He removed a pair of shiny black high heels from it. He slowly strapped the high heels onto his feet, using their slender ankle straps. His crotch was exposed as he lifted each foot to put the shoes on. Tight black lace panties were visible. Also visible was a fairly large bulge in them. Once his outfit was complete, he spoke again.
"Take off your clothes, bitch."
I slowly began to pull off my shirt. "You know, you don't have to..."
"Shut up, bitch."
I shut up.
He stood there in all his lingerie glory. Hands on his hips. Observing me. I continued to undress. Once I was down to my shorts only, he told me to stop and open his bag. The things inside were for me. I first lifted a heavy black leather dog collar from the bag. It was very thick and decorated with many studs, straps, rings and buckles. Looking confused, I glanced at him for answers.
"That goes around your neck. Be sure to buckle it tight, bitch."
I stared for a moment. Not sure what to do. He could tell. I looked in the bag only to find more leather gear with plenty of silver buckles and studs.
"Put it on. You'll like it. I'm sure you will. All the bitches like you do."
My head spun around like the girl in 'The Exorcist', I'm sure.
Suddenly I realized what was really happening. Even though he had made it very clear from the beginning. I went into a confused state of uncertainty. Some sort of a daze. Am I going to follow his orders? His tone is so confident and stern. What the fuck happened? Why am I the one on the bed, nearly naked, confused and being told what to do? I wasn't sure. But for some crazy reason I cant explain, I slowly placed the collar around my neck. As I was struggling with the buckles, he said I was a 'good boy'. It took a few minutes to get it all secured. The leather wrist cuffs were just as difficult to strap in place. He waited patiently, rubbing his crotch as I worked. Two more cuffs completed my neck, wrist and ankle restraints. I felt vulnerable, humiliated and very, very nervous. All at a level I've never felt before.
"Get down on your stomach, bitch. Hands behind your back."
Well, this was the final moment of truth, I guessed. Do I obey? Or do I find my clothes and forget this ever happened? The problem was, I was still in that daze by his stern tone, his extremely sexy, fucking hot outfit, and the three martinis I had in my system. I rolled over on my tummy and moved my hands back behind me.
'What do you say to me, bitch?"
I wasn't sure. I just blurted out something I hoped would be the right things to say. Why does he make me so nervous?
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good bitch."
Part 2
Kelci the Domme
On my tummy, I couldn't really see what was going on behind me. Kelci was fiddling with something like chains. She began by attaching my ankles to a long brace, some sort of spreader bar that expanded out to almost 3 feet. A paddle lock clicked as she secured each ankle to the ends of the post. My daze was not fading. I just laid there and let her bind me. Then I felt the bed move as she climbed on. Coming up from behind me, I could feel her silky clothes rubbing across the backs of my legs, touching my bare skin. I was getting hard. She roughly took my wrists, locking the cuffs together with another paddle lock. 'Click.' My head started spinning again.
She moved up onto me. Mounting me. Her silk and lace clad body rubbing firmly all over my legs, back and my ass. Her hand slipped up to my face. She turned my head to the side, kissing me on the neck, cheek and finally finding my lips. I could feel the point of a rather firm cock poking me between my ass cheeks back there. She was excited.
"I'm going to feed you my cock and fuck the shit out of you tonight, bitch. Are you okay with that?"
Well, I think it was much to late for me to argue, and say no. I'd let this go to this point, somehow. I shyly nodded.
"What do you say to me, bitch?"
"Oh shit. Yes, Ma'am. Yes Ma'am."
"Good bitch."
We moved me to a sitting position on the bed. Then down on my knees on the floor. It took some work as we moved my spread out legs around the bed until I could get in the proper position. Kneeling and helpless. I knew what this was. But I was ready for it. I'd expected to taste a cock tonight. Just not exactly like this.
I was surprised at how large she was. She had removed her panties but left everything else on, keeping the erotic mood. She leaned in close, rubbing her nylon clad inner thighs against my face. Her cock was sliding across my cheek, dripping already.
"You've been a good little bitch. But you better suck like one. I'd hate to have to punish you too."
Foreplay was over. I opened and took her fat long cock as best I could. She leaned in and took my nipples with her strong, slender fingers. She pinched them and pulled hard. I tried not to be distracted. Damn it, I had a job to do. It hurt as hard as she was pinching and pulling at them. But it felt good too.
I sucked like my life depended on it. I sucked like I was in love with it. I sucked with all the excitement and passion I could muster. She seemed pleased.
"You're a good cock sucker. Swallow everything I've got coming for you, and I'll be impressed."
A quiet whimper, a tighter pinch of my nipples, then her load exploded in my mouth. I knew I better swallow from the start, or I'll never keep up. I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed. Warm, creamy, slippery cum. When she was done, I kept sucking. Gently. Trying to be sure I got it all. It was a lot.
When she finally took a deep breath and moved away, I noticed a huge wet spot in my shorts. I'd cum myself at some point. She noticed it too. I looked up at her shyly. She just scoffed at me.
'You are a little faggot, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
