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Driving home on Sunday night, my phone rang when I was stopped at the light waiting to turn onto my street. Seeing Nick’s name, I put him on speaker phone. Before I could say anything, he very loudly declared, “I want to lick your pussy.” Hearing that deep, sexy voice usually makes me melt, but I had to giggle. Note to self: never answer his call on speakerphone unless in private.
For those of you who have not read my other recent stories (which are actually, in reality, a journal), I would like to ask you to be open-minded. I have had difficulty finding the right home for my stories because they include so many different things. The stories primarily focus on femdom, but this is a very broad theme. For us, play involves a lot of fantasizing, teasing, dirty talk, lingerie, rope bondage, male chastity, forced fem, tons of oral, sometimes strap-on fucking, spanking, the list goes on. Cross-dressing is a huge part of our relationship, but this is a fetish that a lot of men and women find very difficult to understand, and I would hate for someone not to read my story because they make a snap judgement.
Cross-dressing isn’t always about a man wanting to be – or a woman wanting to make a man into – a woman. For us, it has never been about that. Of course, role reversal is a large part of the turn-on. Humiliation does play a role, but at the same time, it isn’t about degrading him. We do it because it we both like it. It is also a tactile fetish. When my hand touches his slip, pulling the silky material back and forth against his skin, the simple fact is that it feels really nice beneath my fingertips, and I know he enjoys the way it feels on his stomach. I love the smooth, sexy feeling when my stockinged foot skims up and down his stockinged calf. The sensations are pleasurable and erotic, for both of us.
I also love the contradiction of the feminine beauty of lingerie covering manly, hairy body parts, a constant reminder of the control and power that I have over him. A reminder of his vulnerability. And that’s why I like to make him wear sexy things under his male clothes when he goes to work sometimes.
The reason that I decided to share our experiences in this way is because I love erotica, and fantasy is important, but I think that it is even more important for everyone to try to make their fantasies a part of their real, everyday lives. So, I hope that my story makes you laugh, I hope that it turns you on, and I hope that it will inspire you to try new things and embrace the beauty of complete honesty in your relationships. I think it is a tragedy when a man or woman is not able to share every part of themselves with their partner.
On Tuesday, I texted him that I decided he should wear panties, his garter belt, and stockings to work the next day. When we were on the phone that night, he told me a little story about what happened when he came home from work.
“I park in the driveway, and see my parents at the top of the driveway talking to one of the neighbors. I start digging through the laundry basket in the back seat. The french maid outfit gets tossed to the side. A petticoat goes flying.”
I giggled as I conjured a mental image of him, a hot mess trying to rustle up his sissy clothes before his parents came wandering down the driveway.
He continued. “I got the panties, the stockings, a slip, but I can’t find the garter belt. Because they’re all standing up there, like, looking at me, I shove everything into my pants and walk up -“
“How did you hide all those things in your fucking pants?”
“I held the stuff I was carrying in front of me. So I have to stop and say hi, and then I feel something slipping down the leg of my pants. It’s the pair of panties. I feel them on my knee. I start walking up to the door and I feel them fall down to my ankle, so I do one of those, ‘Hey, what’s going on over there?’ There was some construction nearby, so they all turn and,” he makes a whooshing sound, “I snatch up the panties and put them in my pocket.”
I stopped laughing long enough to ask, “So, did you find the garter belt?”
“It was in the house the whole time.”
“Good, because I want you to wear the garter belt, and panties, and stockings tomorrow. Sleep in a slip and panties tonight.”
A little while later, I heard the shutter sound that his iphone makes when he takes pictures.
“Are you taking pictures for me?” I asked, excited.
“Yes.”
“Send them to me. We have to hang up so they’ll come through. Call me back in 5 minutes.” I eagerly waited, grinning when the pictures of him wearing the slip and panties came through to my phone.
“Let me see your cock. Pull your panties down a little,” I coaxed. He texted me a couple of pictures of his cock.
“Oh, he looks like he misses me. Make him harder,” I wrote. I loved knowing that he was touching himself and taking pictures for me.
He called me back. “I love when you make me do this. I’m not going to cum until I see you this weekend. I want to Gülveren Escort be in a state of sexual frenzy.”
“You’re going to sleep in your slip and panties tonight, and think about my pussy. Are you still stroking your cock?”
“No. Can I touch?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, I want you to.” As I spoke, I could hear in the way that he was breathing, and soft sounds that he was making, that he was touching himself, and I was getting turned on. “Maybe you’ll dream about being tied up. Dream about me teasing your cock. Or fucking your ass. And then tomorrow, after you shower, you’re going to put on your panties – no, garter belt first. Then panties, then stockings. You have such nice legs. And then you’re going to put on your pants and shirt and go to work, and no one will know what a freak you are. But I’ll know, because I’m a freak, too.”
He was quiet for a moment. “We are so right for each other.”
The next night, he surprised me by asking what I would think if he posted on Fetlife a couple of the pictures he had texted me that morning from the office. I bet I had a cheshire grin when I read that message. Before I met him, I was really getting into sharing pictures of myself on the Literotica ampic forum, and I had been dying to take pictures of him and share them as well (anonymous, faceless shots of course!). I had taken a few, but had kept them to myself.
It gave me such a thrill to see those pictures of him on his profile page, with the caption: She made me wear this under my work clothes.
There was a comment from another Fetlifer, we’ll call him B: Nice, but you could use a shave.
Nick: That’s not what she wants…
B: It does feel so much nicer but she’s the boss.
Nick: She is… The woman definitely is…
And I felt compelled to put in my 2 cents: Men should be furry. Even when they’re little sissy bitches.
When I came home Friday afternoon, I snatched up the package on the kitchen counter and ran downstairs to my room to rip it open like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Oh, hot…” I murmured, holding up the pink and black retro-style waist cincher. I stripped down and tried it on, scurrying back to the bathroom to look in the mirror. “He is going to love these straps,” I said to myself, touching the wide garter strap resting against my thigh.
I couldn’t wait for him to see it later that night, but even more than that, I couldn’t wait to wear it, along with sexy thigh-highs, beneath my dress to my cousin’s wedding, and tease the ever-living shit out of Nick the entire night.
Speaking of my cousin…
Nick asked me if I’d stop and get condoms, so on my way to the hotel, I run into the drug store. Usually, you find contraceptives back by the pharmacy counter, so I quickly walk to the back of the store and scan the little flags they have sticking up on the aisles, but I don’t see what I’m looking for. I do an entire circuit around the store, up and down aisles, getting flustered. I’m about to go make the young guy at the counter blush by asking him where the hell the condoms are when my phone chimes.
It’s a text message from my cousin’s fiancee. “Are you in CVS?”
“Hah! Where are you? I’m trying to find the fucking condoms. Wtf.”
I wander toward the back of the store again and I hear a voice from behind the pharmacy counter. “Aisle 13!”
I turn to the left and there it is, “Family Planning.” Really? Isn’t it more like, Family Un-planning?
To be polite, I talk to my cousin’s soon-to-be wife for a few minutes before heading on my way.
Finally, I’m standing outside Room 202, knocking on the door. Room 117 was already taken…
I smile when he opens the door, and kiss him when he leans toward me. A DVD is playing – it’s a compilation of trailers for these kinky Asian pornos from the eighties with fucked up titles like “Assy Fingers” and “Rape Hotel.” As I watch the clips and read the subtitles, I find it more amusing than erotic, but that’s what makes it fun.
I undress, and I can hear him messing around with something. When he announces, “I’m all yours,” I realize he was locking himself up in the gates of hell chastity device. There is a pile of clothing on the desk in the corner. Standing in front of the desk, I start going through the items he pulled out. There are a couple of french maid outfits, slips, some panties.
Holding up one of the dresses, I ask, “Does this fit you?”
“Are you calling me fat?” he jokes.
“It just doesn’t look very big.”
“Yeah, it’s skimpy.”
I lift up a gauzy white petticoat. “How about this?”
“Yeah.”
I know he wants to be “forced” to wear it all, and feel totally humiliated. I toss a slip, a dress, the petticoat, his garter belt, stockings, and a pair of panties onto the bed. “Get dressed. Where are your shoes?”
“I lost one. We must have left it in the other room last week.”
“That sucks. We’ll have to buy another pair.” Laying across the bed, Escort Gülveren I half-watch the movie, half-watch him get changed. I sit up when he stands in front of me, so that I can zip the back of the dress.
He lays down in front of me so we’re in a spooning position. I smile, looking at his black and white french maid costume, and seeing the change in him. When he first puts on lingerie, or a dress, he becomes very quietly submissive. He avoids eye contact, speaks very low (unless I tell him to speak up), and for the most part will lay there and wait for me to tell him or show him what I want him to do. But if you have read my other stories (and I hope that you will, if you have not), you know that this can – and does – change.
I pull the collar around his neck and buckle it. Running my hand down his side, I kiss the back of his neck and his shoulder. I inhale the scent of his shampoo, and the smell of his skin.
“You love wearing this for me, don’t you,” I murmur into his ear. “The lingerie, the dress. It feels so nice on your skin.”
Reaching down further, I touch his nylon clad thighs, then move my hand up beneath the dress, pulling it up so that I can see the petticoat. I peel back the layers until I am caressing his ass through the little black panties that he is wearing. Moving my hand to the front of his body, I wrap my fingers around the bulge of his caged cock, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.
My fingers are sticky from touching the fabric over the tip of his cock. “I love how you leak almost constantly when I’m playing with you.” I slide my hand beneath the waistband, skin touching warm skin, giving his cheek a little squeeze, running a finger teasingly up the crack of his ass.
I kiss the back of his neck, below his collar, and speak low into his ear. “Know why I put you in a dress? Because I’m going to fuck you.” He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. I ask, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, raising my voice from the soft, sultry tone that I had been using.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I know. You’re my slut.” I pull on his shoulder, urging him to roll flat on his back. His eyes are closed. I could say that I wonder what he is thinking, but I know what he is thinking. He hasn’t had an orgasm in a week. He is collared, his cock is under lock and key, and he is laying on a bed in a hotel room wearing women’s lingerie. Not only lingerie, but a fucking french maid outfit, waiting for a woman to fuck him in the ass with a strap-on cock. Waiting to be owned.
He is thinking that he is so lucky to have a woman like me. He is thinking that he can’t wait for me to use him. He is thinking about licking my pussy. He is thinking about having his ass fucked. He is thinking about how badly he wants to cum.
I lay my hand on the side of his face, turning him toward me so that I can kiss him, soft and slow. I move my hand up and down his stomach, knowing that he loves feeling the soft feminine clothing sliding across his skin. I love to feel that, too.
Lifting my head, I look down as I pull his panties off of his cock. The tip is bulging, wet with precum, the metal rings are tight around his shaft. I lay the white, gauzy material of the petticoat over his cock, wrap my fingers around the swollen head, and stroke him, coaxing more sticky fluid from his body. Since he is also wearing the slip, I do the same with that, stroking him with the silky material.
“I’m going to put you over my lap and lube you up, but you need to calm down a little first so that you don’t cum too fast.” I let go of his cock, pull his panties back over it, and sit up. “You want to lick my pussy, but I’m going to fuck you first.”
He starts to get on his hands and knees, but I tell him that I’m going to put on my strap-on first. He curls up on his side. I reach out and touch his legs for a moment before I go to get ready. After I have the dildo strapped on, I turn it on to make sure the batteries are working, and the base vibrates against my clit.
As soon as I sit down by the headboard, he kneels over my lap. I pull up his dress and push his panties down to his thighs. “So sexy,” I say as my fingers play across his black lace garter belt and straps. “I love having you like this, bent over my lap.”
Looking for the bottle of Astroglide, I smile upon seeing the leather paddle lying on the bedside table.
“You want to be spanked, don’t you?”
“That’s up to you, Goddess,” he replies quietly.
I pick up the paddle. “Well, I’m pretty sure you took this out because you want me to spank you.” I lean forward, toward his face. “Tell me that’s not true.”
I see his lips turn up in a slight smile as he stares down at the mattress. Seems like it might be true. My sissy wants a spanking.
“Maybe you need to be punished for making me wait all week to cum.” I rub the leather paddle over his ass cheeks teasingly as I talk to him. Gülveren Escort “Last night after I got off the phone with you, I took a shower. It was so nice and warm and relaxing, and all I wanted to do was climb in bed and think of you and have a nice orgasm before I went to sleep. But I couldn’t. I did touch myself, but I didn’t cum.”
I lift the paddle and it makes a nice slapping sound as it makes contact with his flesh. This is fun, I’ve never slapped anyone’s ass with anything other than my hand before.
“Tell me what you want.” The only sound in the room is leather striking skin. “Tell me.”
His voice is a low murmur. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Say it louder.”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
I toss the paddle aside, grab the lube, and drizzle some down his crack. I catch the drip with my finger and slide inside of him. I love that snug, hot feeling as I press my slippery finger inside of his asshole, in and out, adding more lubricant. He groans with pleasure, and I pull out. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”
More lube, and this time I push two fingers inside of him, stretching him.
“Please fuck me,” he breathes.
The other times I have used the strap-on, I had him kneel on the bed, and fucked him doggy-style. But this time, I tell him to lay flat, face down. I rub lube on the dildo jutting from my crotch, and then I reach forward to flip up the dress and the frilly white petticoat. The back of his panties are pulled down below his ass. Right now, his ass is mine.
Straddling him, it takes me a minute to get the dildo lined up – I think it would be a lot easier if I could feel the tip of my cock… But then, I’m in, and as I push in all the way, he moans loudly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur, leaning over his back, my hands on either side of his body. “Don’t you cum, I don’t want you to cum yet.” I glance down as he puts his right hand over mine, and then I look up, realizing that we can see our reflections in the mirror over the dresser. I reach down to move the switches on the remote control, and nothing happens. I guess the AAs in this thing are only good for one fuck.
“Batteries are dead,” I mutter. I move my hips and grind against him. Vibrations or not, the dildo feels good bumping my clit, and as I thrust into him, I warn him again, “Don’t you fucking cum. God, I love fucking you.” The silicone cock pushes deep inside of him, and I love the noises that he makes.
In general, vocalizations turn me on in the bedroom. But there is something special about this. The noises that a man makes while he has his cock buried inside of a pussy, or a hot, wet mouth, or an asshole… well, these sounds are very, very different from the gasps, grunts, and groans that he will elicit when he is the one being penetrated – a fact that I find intensely arousing.
Suddenly, he says, “I’m gonna cum!”
In a state of shocked amazement, I leave the cock buried inside of him and look at his profile, his face pressing against the bed, and I listen to him grunt and moan. It is hard to describe this emotion: there is an almost smug sense of satisfaction that lies just below the surprise I have felt the few times that I have made a man have an orgasm without touching his cock. Especially since, in the beginning of our relationship, Nick told me that he couldn’t cum with this chastity device on.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, catching his breath.
I pull out and climb off of him. “Don’t be sorry,” I assure him. “That was so fucking awesome. I can’t believe you came.”
He rolls onto his back. “I came all over my panties.”
I laugh, pulling the front of his panties down over his cock, which is dripping with cum.
“I think I need to cum at least twice a week. When I wait all week, it’s too long.” He gasps in surprise when I wrap my lips around his cock. He moans as I gently suck him clean.
I give him a minute to clean up in the bathroom. While I wait, I unhook my garter straps from the waist cincher and step out of the harness. It wasn’t sitting right over my garter straps so I needed to put them on over top of it. Then I wash the toy in the sink as he stands in the bathroom doorway.
“Would you do my straps?” I ask, turning away from him. As I fasten the ones in the front, I feel his fingers working on the ones in the back.
“You shouldn’t ask me to do it. Just tell me to do it. You’re my goddess.”
“Okay,” I giggle.
I turn to face him. “Let’s take this ridiculous thing off now.” I unzip his french maid outfit. He removes it and the petticoat. “Do you want to keep the slip on?” I ask teasingly.
He changes the DVD and lays down on the bed in his slip, thigh high stockings, and his damp panties. I lay on my side next to him, touching him through his slip.
He apologizes again. “I’m sorry I came so fast. I will make you cum tonight.”
“I know. I just can’t believe you came like that.”
“I think it was partly because I could see you fucking me in the mirror.”
I smile. I had been wondering if he had noticed that, too. “I know I kept telling you not to cum, but I’m not angry that you did. I think it’s so hot that you came from me fucking you. I love when I’m able to make a man cum without touching his cock. It’s like a magic trick.”
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