Straight Male / 48
I have never shared this story but it is true. I was inspired by this web site. To begin, I have long had a fetish for women's hosiery, tights and leotards. I am also a very submissive man who has lived with two female dominants.
Like most crossdressers I started wearing pantyhose and tights strictly behind closed doors. I traveled frequently for work and would dress in my hotel room. It was at a time when women still worked out in a leotard and tights. I found that hot and began adding leotards to my collection. I became more brave I would wear them to exercise in the hotel workout room. I would wear sweats over my leotard and tights and check through the door of the workout room. If it was vacant or if there were only women in it, I would remove my sweat pants and go in and workout. If there were men in the room I would leave and come back later. Of course, it would often happen that I would begin alone and someone would come in. Rarely did anyone question my attire.
I was working out alone in a hotel in Anchorage, AK. (Of all places) I had just begun lifting weights and a guy came in and was very friendly. I was bench pressing and he offered to spot for me. We made some small talk as I was very nervous but he never asked why I was dressed as I was. We then began working out together. He was very well built, handsome and much stronger than me. He also said he was a personal trainer but sold nutrition supplements as well. We worked out for well over an hour and during that time several other people entered the room to workout.
Through that entire workout i felt almost delirious. Somewhat euphoric. At first I was just very nervous that a guy came into the exercise room. Even more nervous when he began talking to me. I began to relax when we began to work out together and he made no comments about my leo and tights. By the way, I almost always wore black tights and either a gray leotard or black leotard when I worked out at a hotel. That particular day, it was the middle of the afternoon so I felt that nobody would come into the room. I wore a light blue leo with a blue elastic belt that many girls wore to accessorize their leotard and toast colored tights. The day before I worked out at the same time and never saw anyone. I do remember that several hotel employees walked through the room and I am sure they were checking me out in disbelief.
When we finished he asked me to come to his room and he would let me sample a recovery drink that he recommended for after lifting weights. By this point I was feeling a little strange like I was a girl working out with a guy but he never said a thing to me about my tights. The first time he touched me he gave me a little spank on the butt as we walked to the elevator.
We took the elevator to his room and while he was mixing the drinks I went out on his balcony. A few minutes later he brought me a drink and rubbed my back, which caught me by surprise, as we discussed the view. I was excited, nervous and paralyzed by what was happening. After he finished his drink he set down the glass and went behind me. He had his arms around me and started to rub my leg and finally asked me if I always wore tights. I replied only to workout and he laughed and said "I bet it is more often than that." Then he slid his hand inside my leotard in the back and rubbed my butt. Finally he moved his hands around to the front and commented on how hard I was getting. Suddenly I no longer felt like just a tights lover but more like a girl. He lead me by my hand inside the room.
I was nervous as hell and totally confused as to what was going on. I would never have been described as a sissy and played three sports in school. Yet I somewhat froze. I think part of it was knowing that I was so far away being in Alaska, who would ever know. When he asked me to go inside he swatted me on the ass again and then as I walked through the door he swatted me very hard. I was in such a state of shock that I did not say anything, laugh or even smile.
I think that I felt more submissive at that time than girly. It was when he pinned me against the wall and told me that I had a great ass and great legs that I began to feel more feminine. He did ask me how I felt about blow jobs and I said that I loved getting them. He started to laugh and said, "Just one issue with that, you are the one wearing the leotard, not me." I did tell him that I wasn't gay and he said he was bi. I told him that he could have any girl he wanted and asked why he would want me. He told me that he found "sissy" guys very hot and he loved my body. I have always kept myself in shape and had less than 7% fat. He just kept rubbing me everywhere from my arms to my waist and shoulders.
I knew that I could walk away and nothing would happen but something compelled me to stay. I think I was almost out of my mind because I was so confused and so horny. I knew my tights were wet from my excitement. When he started gentiy running his hands all over my body, grabbing my ass with both hands and stroking my cock through my leo I almost came. He especially liked to rub my thighs and would brush against my crotch.
When he knew I was turned on, I asked if he was and he took my hand and pulled it down to his cock. I squeezed him through his workout pants but I was still so nervous and speechless. He unzipped his workout pants and pulled out his cock and then took my hand to it. (That was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock) I started to stroke and squeeze it and at that point I really began to feel like a girl on a date. He asked me how I felt and I said, "kind of girly" and that was when he pushed on my shoulders to indicate I should drop to my knees. When he said, "This will make you feel real girly", I knew what he wanted me to do.
My first thought was since I had never given a blow job I should do what I liked best. I began licking him and kissing it. His underwear were still wet from working out and he had a slight odor of sweat. I took his shaft between my lips and slid my mouth up and down like a harmonica. Finally I began to suck on it. What totally turned me on was looking at the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door and seeing myself in my tights on my knees sucking him off. He put his hands on the back of my head and kept pushing on it encouraging me to take more in. After about 10 minutes he pushed hard with both hands and told me he was about to cum. I could hear his moans and was surprised how quickly he exploded. He did not shoot nearly as much as I was prepared for which was good. He lifted my chin and told me to look at him as I took his cock and licked off the last drops and softly squeezed it to get everything out and then cleaned off every last drop. Although I was happy he didn't cum more I also felt disappointed like he wasn't that turned on. I asked him if I really turned him on why he didn't cum that much and he told me he had jacked himself off just before he worked out.
When I stood up he kissed me on the forehead which was the only time he kissed me. While he was feeling great I had still not cum so I was still feeling very strange and somewhat delirious. I had a wet spot on my leotard and I could feel my tights were even wetter than before. I looked at him and asked if I could put his cock away for him and knelt down one more time and kissed it and then slipped it inside his underwear and zipped up his pants.
He asked me if I was free at night for a drink and said, "But if you are going to wear tights wear them under your jeans." I laughed and asked if it was OK if I wore panties and pantyhose under my jeans and he said he would find that hot.
I started to put on my sweats before returning to my room and he ordered me to leave them off telling me if I wanted to feel girly I should leave them off. he also said, "Besides you look really cute like that." Walking back to my room I did not care at all that people saw me dressed in tights and I actually wanted to be seen. I just felt like I was a real woman for a few minutes. However, I got back to my room and jerked off several times and by the time I was done I had lost my horny edge and I backed out of meeting him for a drink. He also gave me the number of the gym he was a trainer out and asked if I ever got to Seattle to look him up. I do get to Seattle but I threw out his number.
This was also the start of a journey into submission for me. I have since dated a few women that I have been submissive to and have been very comfortable in that role. Which, by the way, is totally the opposite of my work life where I hold a very high position.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story. This has been a deep dark secret for a long time and it has felt good to tell people who have supported me and commented on it. Thank you.
Thank you for letting me share.
Like most crossdressers I started wearing pantyhose and tights strictly behind closed doors. I traveled frequently for work and would dress in my hotel room. It was at a time when women still worked out in a leotard and tights. I found that hot and began adding leotards to my collection. I became more brave I would wear them to exercise in the hotel workout room. I would wear sweats over my leotard and tights and check through the door of the workout room. If it was vacant or if there were only women in it, I would remove my sweat pants and go in and workout. If there were men in the room I would leave and come back later. Of course, it would often happen that I would begin alone and someone would come in. Rarely did anyone question my attire.
I was working out alone in a hotel in Anchorage, AK. (Of all places) I had just begun lifting weights and a guy came in and was very friendly. I was bench pressing and he offered to spot for me. We made some small talk as I was very nervous but he never asked why I was dressed as I was. We then began working out together. He was very well built, handsome and much stronger than me. He also said he was a personal trainer but sold nutrition supplements as well. We worked out for well over an hour and during that time several other people entered the room to workout.
Through that entire workout i felt almost delirious. Somewhat euphoric. At first I was just very nervous that a guy came into the exercise room. Even more nervous when he began talking to me. I began to relax when we began to work out together and he made no comments about my leo and tights. By the way, I almost always wore black tights and either a gray leotard or black leotard when I worked out at a hotel. That particular day, it was the middle of the afternoon so I felt that nobody would come into the room. I wore a light blue leo with a blue elastic belt that many girls wore to accessorize their leotard and toast colored tights. The day before I worked out at the same time and never saw anyone. I do remember that several hotel employees walked through the room and I am sure they were checking me out in disbelief.
When we finished he asked me to come to his room and he would let me sample a recovery drink that he recommended for after lifting weights. By this point I was feeling a little strange like I was a girl working out with a guy but he never said a thing to me about my tights. The first time he touched me he gave me a little spank on the butt as we walked to the elevator.
We took the elevator to his room and while he was mixing the drinks I went out on his balcony. A few minutes later he brought me a drink and rubbed my back, which caught me by surprise, as we discussed the view. I was excited, nervous and paralyzed by what was happening. After he finished his drink he set down the glass and went behind me. He had his arms around me and started to rub my leg and finally asked me if I always wore tights. I replied only to workout and he laughed and said "I bet it is more often than that." Then he slid his hand inside my leotard in the back and rubbed my butt. Finally he moved his hands around to the front and commented on how hard I was getting. Suddenly I no longer felt like just a tights lover but more like a girl. He lead me by my hand inside the room.
I was nervous as hell and totally confused as to what was going on. I would never have been described as a sissy and played three sports in school. Yet I somewhat froze. I think part of it was knowing that I was so far away being in Alaska, who would ever know. When he asked me to go inside he swatted me on the ass again and then as I walked through the door he swatted me very hard. I was in such a state of shock that I did not say anything, laugh or even smile.
I think that I felt more submissive at that time than girly. It was when he pinned me against the wall and told me that I had a great ass and great legs that I began to feel more feminine. He did ask me how I felt about blow jobs and I said that I loved getting them. He started to laugh and said, "Just one issue with that, you are the one wearing the leotard, not me." I did tell him that I wasn't gay and he said he was bi. I told him that he could have any girl he wanted and asked why he would want me. He told me that he found "sissy" guys very hot and he loved my body. I have always kept myself in shape and had less than 7% fat. He just kept rubbing me everywhere from my arms to my waist and shoulders.
I knew that I could walk away and nothing would happen but something compelled me to stay. I think I was almost out of my mind because I was so confused and so horny. I knew my tights were wet from my excitement. When he started gentiy running his hands all over my body, grabbing my ass with both hands and stroking my cock through my leo I almost came. He especially liked to rub my thighs and would brush against my crotch.
When he knew I was turned on, I asked if he was and he took my hand and pulled it down to his cock. I squeezed him through his workout pants but I was still so nervous and speechless. He unzipped his workout pants and pulled out his cock and then took my hand to it. (That was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock) I started to stroke and squeeze it and at that point I really began to feel like a girl on a date. He asked me how I felt and I said, "kind of girly" and that was when he pushed on my shoulders to indicate I should drop to my knees. When he said, "This will make you feel real girly", I knew what he wanted me to do.
My first thought was since I had never given a blow job I should do what I liked best. I began licking him and kissing it. His underwear were still wet from working out and he had a slight odor of sweat. I took his shaft between my lips and slid my mouth up and down like a harmonica. Finally I began to suck on it. What totally turned me on was looking at the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door and seeing myself in my tights on my knees sucking him off. He put his hands on the back of my head and kept pushing on it encouraging me to take more in. After about 10 minutes he pushed hard with both hands and told me he was about to cum. I could hear his moans and was surprised how quickly he exploded. He did not shoot nearly as much as I was prepared for which was good. He lifted my chin and told me to look at him as I took his cock and licked off the last drops and softly squeezed it to get everything out and then cleaned off every last drop. Although I was happy he didn't cum more I also felt disappointed like he wasn't that turned on. I asked him if I really turned him on why he didn't cum that much and he told me he had jacked himself off just before he worked out.
When I stood up he kissed me on the forehead which was the only time he kissed me. While he was feeling great I had still not cum so I was still feeling very strange and somewhat delirious. I had a wet spot on my leotard and I could feel my tights were even wetter than before. I looked at him and asked if I could put his cock away for him and knelt down one more time and kissed it and then slipped it inside his underwear and zipped up his pants.
He asked me if I was free at night for a drink and said, "But if you are going to wear tights wear them under your jeans." I laughed and asked if it was OK if I wore panties and pantyhose under my jeans and he said he would find that hot.
I started to put on my sweats before returning to my room and he ordered me to leave them off telling me if I wanted to feel girly I should leave them off. he also said, "Besides you look really cute like that." Walking back to my room I did not care at all that people saw me dressed in tights and I actually wanted to be seen. I just felt like I was a real woman for a few minutes. However, I got back to my room and jerked off several times and by the time I was done I had lost my horny edge and I backed out of meeting him for a drink. He also gave me the number of the gym he was a trainer out and asked if I ever got to Seattle to look him up. I do get to Seattle but I threw out his number.
This was also the start of a journey into submission for me. I have since dated a few women that I have been submissive to and have been very comfortable in that role. Which, by the way, is totally the opposite of my work life where I hold a very high position.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story. This has been a deep dark secret for a long time and it has felt good to tell people who have supported me and commented on it. Thank you.
Thank you for letting me share.
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