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By *almiss OP TV/TS
4 days ago
Kingston-upon-Thames |
I wasn’t sure that this was the right thing for me as I got dressed in the changing room. I was quite new to dressing but I knew what I liked – or I thought I did. I wanted to meet cute tgirls and fuck them, just like I was used to fucking women. I had had several one-to-one meetings where I’d acted out my top fantasies, used the girl hard and enjoyed breeding her. But today I was uncharacteristically nervous as I eased up my black, seamed stockings and clipped the hems to my suspender belt. I had started talking to a dominant guy online a week or so ago, and I had been intrigued; he seemed to know me, he made me question what I was and what I wanted, and he made me feel excited, special, in a way I’d not felt before. Without being immediately sexual, his conversation led me to think in ways I hadn’t done before, to imagine scenarios where I wasn’t the domme top for a change, to question what it would be like to submit to someone strong but firm, affectionate but strict. Our conversations had grown so thrilling, I felt myself drawn to him, drawn to please someone other than myself. I realise now that he was carefully drawing me under his influence, but at the time I was becoming infatuated and eager to experience my feminine side in new ways; he explored my limits, and started to talk about submission, about kinks that I had never seriously considered previously, like bondage, pvc/latex/leather, toys, submission and humiliation. I confessed that I had long had a fantasy of being tied down over a table, with my wrists and ankles tied to the table legs, and being spitroasted by two tgirls while two more put their hard cocks in my hands and another under the table sucked me off. I said that I was only interested in tgirls, and that I would love to fuck another girl with an appreciative audience. I didn’t like pain, poo or pee, and I was attracted only to tgirls and, possibly, smooth femboys; I didn’t like hairy guys in the least. He reassured me that he always respected a girl’s limits, and he gradually became the one I’d look for online when I logged on. I’d look forward to talking to him, more and more he thrilled me while inspiring my trust in him and desire for the new. At this stage I had only seen a rather blurred picture of him.
After some weeks he began to suggest that we meet in real life, so that he could show me what my sexual life had been missing. Neither of us could accommodate, but there was a sauna which had regular tgirl and admirer events roughly midway between us and we made a date to meet. We agreed that we would go to a private room where I would submit to him, that I would suck his cock and let him fuck me and tie me up, do whatever he wanted to with me, within my limits; at this point I was unaware how elastic my limits would turn out to be.
So, as I finished pulling on my lingerie my heart was pounding as much as it had done the very first time I had dressed and met with another tgirl. My cock was semi hard as I tucked it into the black lace panties, and I ran a finger over the tip and picked up a little precum that I surreptitiously sucked. Around me other girls chatted as they dressed, unaware of what I was going to be doing soon. I slipped breast forms into my bra, jiggled them in place and eased the strap into position behind my back. I pulled on my dress, which was way more feminine than my usual glamrags, being a thin, summery, knee-length gown that tied at the front with a bow at the side, and then I sat down to do my make up. After a long battle with the awkward caterpillars of the false lashes, all I needed was a coat of lipstick followed by a coating of gloss. Putting everything into my bag and into my locker, I remembered to add some perfume; squirts on my wrists and neck, and a quick spray of mist in the air to walk through and I was ready. Pulling on my stiletto heels and gathering my clutch bag containing all my essentials (aroma, condoms, lippy, a small, jewelled butt plug and my supply of viagra), I strode out of the changing room and into the public area. There were already a few girls standing by the bar chatting, or sitting at the low tables around the edges of the room; there were also a fair few admirers dotted around, some chatting to the other girls, but mostly just standing around window shopping. Nearly all the men were wearing only towels, just a couple stood out because they were still in their day clothes, probably too nervous to strip off I thought. The girls were in various styles of glamour, and of different ages, shapes and sizes; ordinarily I would have taken my time to check out the girls, but today was different. He had said that he would be waiting for me in the dungeon room, which opened off the main public area (and which I’d looked into on a previous visit but never gone into); the door was closed, as I marched up to it and knocked gently. A voice from inside said to come in and close the door behind me. Heart pounding now, I stepped inside.
The room was in semi-darkness; the main light was out and he had lit a few candles that cast a warm glow and interesting shadows; at least one of them was scented, a heady, musky scent filled the air. I began to speak but he said “Quiet girl! From now on you speak only when I say”, his voice was authoritative, he knew he was in control and he was making sure that I knew it too. “Stand still and let me see what you’re wearing." He walked over to me and I could see that he was about 6 foot tall, he had a bald head and he was stripped to the waist; he was muscled but not like a bodybuilder, more toned, strong looking, and his chest was smooth. He came right up to me and looked me in the eyes. He had brown eyes that seemed to look right through me, “You will keep your eyes down while you are with me, girl”, he said. “I will make it easier for you to obey”, and he held a band of cloth to my eyes, fastening it with a tight knot behind my head I was blindfolded. “Stand still and let me check you over”, he repeated. His hands brushed through my hair and fell to my shoulders, he kneaded them briefly, his hands were strong and warm. Then he began to feel me through my dress, his hands moving all over my chest, back and stomach. He found the side knot, undid it and pulled my dress open at the front. “You won’t be needing these”, he said as his hands delved inside my bra and he removed my breast forms. “I want to be able to use your real tits.” His hand ran over my bottom, traced their way down the crack following the line of my thong. Then he grasped me through the front of the panties, “You naughty slut, you’re already hard for me, aren’t you? Did you bring what I told you to?”. As I started to answer him he told me to be quiet, that any question I could answer with a Yes or a No I Is it all in your bag?” I nodded and he gave a satisfied hmmm. He pulled the bag from where it was hanging on my shoulder and I heard him open it; there was some rustling and then he said,“Open your mouth, slut.” As I did so I felt his hands pulling me against his body, his lips pushed against mine entered my mouth. There was a tablet on his tongue, which he pushed into my mouth. Breaking off the kiss he said “Swallow, bitch”. It wasn’t easy to swallow the dry tablet, my mouth was dry from nerves, but I managed it at last. “Stay right there now”, and I felt him move away for a moment, then he was back again, his body close to mine. “Get ready to kiss me, and don’t spill a drop”, he said, and before I could work out what he meant I felt his lips crush against mine again, his tongue wormed its way in, and I felt him spit liquid into my mouth, it was a mouthful of red wine, which I swallowed gratefully as it helped my throat work the tablet down. He pulled away and said, “Again.” and another mouthful of wine was transferred into my dry mouth. “Swallow” he said, “and again”, and another mouthful of wine followed. I’m not sure quite how many times this process was repeated, but soon I was beginning to feel light headed. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to stay there; I knelt, and the room went silent. All I could hear was my breathing, I couldn’t see where he was or what he was doing, then I heard his voice from the other side of the room, “Up to now you have had the deluded impression that you are a dominant crossdresser, Martine, but you are not. Despite meeting other girls and fucking them as if you were a top, you just needed to meet a real dominant so that you could let go and become the submissive slut you really are. I am going to open the door to a whole new life to you, and you will willingly walk through that door to become the cum loving submissive whore you have always yearned to be. You will let me control you, show you the beauty of becoming a worthless sissy who is also the property of a caring, but strict master. You have this moment to reflect on that, let me know by nodding or shaking your head if you now agree to be mine to use as I wish and to submit totally to me for the rest of this session. You will not be hurt and the limits we have discussed will mostly be respected, but some will be stretched today – but only in ways which you will realise you find agreeable and exciting. Take a moment, then let me know if you agree.” The room went silent again, my head was spinning slightly from the wine, and the viagra he had fed me was starting to take effect. Slowly I nodded my head, wondering if this was the biggest mistake of my life. “Good”, he said. “The first and most important thing for you to accept is that you will find pleasure in pleasing me. My needs and desires are always paramount, but you will come to find that pleasing me will provide you with some of the most exciting and satisfying moments in your sexual life. From now on you are to remain silent, whatever happens; if you speak I will end this session immediately. Do you understand and accept this? Nod if you do”. Of course, I nodded, though I wondered what would come next.
“Very well, let us begin, my sissy slut”, and he slapped me hard on the ass. I grunted in surprise, and he reminded me, “Keep quiet, bitch, or we stop. Do you understand?”. I nodded again, and he said, “Put your face to the ground, leave your ass up in the air, now!” I did as he said, so I was kneeling with my face on the floor, so my ass was pointing upwards. I felt him lift my dress up at the rear and drop it onto my back, leaving my ass uncovered, with only my thong covering my rosebud. He sucked his breath in audibly, then blew out through his lips, “What a gorgeous ass you have,” he said, and I felt his hands stroking my buttocks, kneading them hard like they were jelly in his strong grip. “Relax and let my hands shape your ass as I like it, soft and pliant...and especially warm and glowing” and with that he slapped my left buttock, then my right, he repeated his slapping and I could feel my ass stinging and glowing. The pain went straight to my girlcock, which with the viagra was becoming painfully rigid and straining the front of my thong. Just when I thought I might cry out in pain he stopped, and soothed and caressed my by now red ass cheeks, kneading them again, and running a finger down the thong inside my crack. He hooked a finger under the thong and pulled it aside, there was a moment’s fumbling and then I felt something cool and moist along my crack, he was lubing me up, and using my own jewelled butt plug he rubbed around my tight ring, teasing the entrance, circling round and round. It felt so good as he gently pushed the plug into my anus, I felt myself open, and then snap shut as the plug went fully home. “Imagine what your girly fucks would think if they could see you now, slut. On your knees, face down with your ass in the air, offering yourself to be fucked but having to make do with a tiny butt plug. Just think how they’d laugh at you, how they’d enjoy seeing what a hopeless fuckslut you really are. Do you want me to tell them? Do you?”, I could only nod. I was feeling such excitement I had never felt before, kneeling before this strong man, letting him use and abuse me. I didn’t want him to tell anyone, but at the same time I did, I wanted people to know what a slut I was, I was craving the shame and humiliation I realised, and that realisation made me harder than ever.
“Up on your knees, slut!” he commanded, and I pushed myself up again. He checked my blindfold, made sure it was secure and that I could see nothing, then he told me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. I heard a rustling and the unmistakeable sound of a zip being pulled down, then I felt a drip of moisture fall on my tongue; I licked it up, it was his salty precum. “Good slut, you like that don’t you, you dirty whore?”, he said. I would have nodded but then I felt his cockhead press against my lips. “Swallow me, bitch!” he said, and as my lips parted his hard cock pushed its way into my mouth. It was hot and wet, he was circumcised and it was long and thin, maybe 6 inches, with a big helmet. His hands gripped the sides of my head as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat. I’d sucked cocks before, but never deep throated, so his cock lodged at the back of my mouth, making me gag. “Relax your fucking throat, bitch! Take me all the way down and don’t you dare fucking bite me or you’ll be sorry!” he said as he withdrew slightly before forcefully slamming his cock back in me. I couldn’t stop myself from retching, but incredibly I felt his massive cockhead pass into my throat. He held it there for a second and then pulled completely out of my mouth; I coughed and spluttered for breath, and his cock was covered with spit and drool that he proceeded to wipe over my lips and face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, my pretty bitch? The next time will be so much easier”, and he pushed his cock back into my mouth. This time I was prepared as he forced his way back into my throat, I felt him stretch my throat wide and I gagged again but the convulsions were weaker. As he pulled out again there was more spit and drool, b ut he was apparently pleased because he said, “Well done, gorgeous, you’ll make a good cocksucker, soon you’ll feel empty without my cock in your throat. But now we’ll move on. Stand up”. I stood, and felt him directing me backwards, “There is a chair. Sit in it,” he said. I felt something at the back of my knees, my legs folded and I was sitting in a chair with a back, something like a dining chair I thought, as he pulled my arms above my head and began to tie my wrists to the chair back, which extended a long way upwards. When my hands were fixed, he pulled my dress wide open at the front and then I felt his hands around my waist, he pulled a broad belt around me, pulling my hips back into the chair. Then another strap was fastened around my chest, so my upper half was immobile, fixed to the chair back. “Lift your legs up and out to the side,” he grunted. He then tied my knees to the outside of the arms of the chair, and put straps around my ankles and secured them to rings at the bottom of the chair legs. I was now helpless, tightly bound to the chair with my legs held obscenely open. “Good,” he said, admiring his work.
He began to stroke my stockinged legs, from the ankle to the knee, then from the knee along my thigh to my stocking tops. Warm, firm strokes interspersed with featherlight almost tickling touches. He then started to tweak my nipples through my lacy bra, the feelings were intense as he moved from my legs to my tits and back again. His touches changed, now he was pinching and kneading my inner thighs in between licking and sucking my nipples. I couldn’t help but wriggle and moan in pleasure, but he slapped my face, hard, telling me to “Keep quiet now, just enjoy what is happening to you.” He was fastening something around my neck; pulling it tight he said “All sluts need to wear a collar, this one says that you’re a cumslut.” He stepped back, cleared his throat and then I felt him pull my thong aside, so my girlcock sprang up and my full balls dropped low. I realised that the chair seat had a cut out part so it supported my buttocks but left my crotch in the centre free, I could feel cool air on my balls and on my ass around the plug. My girlcock was painfully hard now, I was sure it was leaking precum like a tap, I was helpless and totally exposed to him. Suddenly he pinched a nostril and a bottle was pressed against the other, I had to breathe in and as I did I felt the warmth and glow flow through my body. The other nostril followed, and my body relaxed, though my cock continued to point skywards, as I wriggled seeking some kind of relief from the glorious feelings that were filling my body. There was a silence, and then I heard a door open!I heard voices outside, then they were coming into the room. I was helpless, tied down with my legs held open, my hard girlcock on open display and wearing a cumslut collar. OMG, how had I let myself get to this state, what was going to happen to me?
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