Bi-Sexual Male / 55
I'm a fat sissy loser, with huge real man titties, who loves to wear women's one piece swimsuits and be humiliated in front of strangers. Recently, I have been paying a dominant middle aged couple to subject me to a couple of extreme humiliation sessions.
Both times their procedure has been the same. The couple, who I only know as Sir and Mistress, have me travel to an unbelievably nasty cheap motel and come to the room they have rented. I pay them $45 for the room and $300 for the session.
Then I'm ordered to strip quickly, completely and put on the one piece swim suit I brought with me. I also am required to put on an old timey, thick, white rubber swim cap with a chin strap which I had been ordered to get and bring (I had to find it and order it online). They laugh and humiliate me verbally while I change and put on the stomach. Next, I have to put on a pair of high heels they provided which are way to small for me.
Once dressed to their satisfaction in my swimsuit, swim cap and heels, my wrists are put in handcuffs and restrained behind my back. I'm ordered to my knees and Mistress starts to do my face in outlandishly exaggerated heavy whore makeup while Sir puts my clothes, wallet and cellphone in a paper bag which he takes outdoors and locks in the trunk of my car and he keeps my car keys.
When my makeup is done, I stand and a dingy old trench coat is dr**ed over me and buttoned in front. I'm taken outside and put in there rear seat of their car. We drive away but the car soon stops in a secluded area and I'm taken from the car and the trench coat is removed. Suddenly I'm standing there in the street in my one piece swimsuit, chin strap swim cap and heels, not to mention the makeup, which is heavy enough for me to smell and feel on my face.
They both laugh and point out how ridiculous I look and how screwed up I am for wanting this treatment and actually paying a lot of money for it. During our first session their verbal humiliation worked so well I started to cry from the shame and wanted to back out. The simply laughed and told me I asked for it and it was to late to turn back.
In the second session they took me to a different area and resorted to
convince me they were going to drive off and leave me standing there dressed and made up like the world's biggest slut. Their threats were so real they soon had me crying again.
Both times, while really scared and crying real tears, a coarse, thick,
moldy smelling bag was placed over my head and secured by a belt buckled around my neck. I was then roughly forced into the car trunk and driven for what seemed to be hours but was probably around 45 minutes.
When the car stopped again I was taken from the trunk, walked a few minutes, taken into a building and forced to my knees before the bag was removed from my head.
I found myself in completely unknown location in the living room of a
vacant 1970's era house. While Mistress simply smiled, Sir told me they were going to leave me alone, handcuffed, on my knees in my swimsuit, swim cap, heels and makeup. I would be visited over the course of the afternoon by one or more "gentlemen" and I would be required to give each a blow job to completion and swallow the load.
When they told me this during the first session, I screamed no and fell on my face sobbing as they laughed and walked out the door.
The second time, Mistress said "I guess you know what's next, are you ready?" Since I knew pretty much what to expect, I thought it would be easier the second time but I was wrong. Suddenly I had second thoughts and I didn't want to do it again. My eyes teared up and I started to tremble uncontrollably as I begged and pleaded with them to please not make me do it again. Again, I was taunted with "nope, too bad, you are getting exactly what you asked for." I was left with a serious warning that I had better do a good job because these men paid them for their blow jobs and might become unpredictable, violent and dangerous if disappointed as they walked out the door.
During both sessions, I got up and walked around the house while I waited. There wasn't much to do, especially with my hands cuffed behind my back and my feet aching due to the tight heels which I could not kick off because of the ankle straps.
I had been told I would not know how many men would come, when they would come or how long I would remain alone before the first visitor or between visitors or which was the last visitor. I wandered the house in boredom, fear and apprehension while I waited on the first visitor. There was plenty of time to cry, sob, tremble and think about my predicament and consider that I am a sicko pervert who paid good money not once but twice to put myself in this position with no way to avoid what was going to happen to me that
afternoon.
To be continued and please leave your comments whether good, bad or indifferent.
Both times their procedure has been the same. The couple, who I only know as Sir and Mistress, have me travel to an unbelievably nasty cheap motel and come to the room they have rented. I pay them $45 for the room and $300 for the session.
Then I'm ordered to strip quickly, completely and put on the one piece swim suit I brought with me. I also am required to put on an old timey, thick, white rubber swim cap with a chin strap which I had been ordered to get and bring (I had to find it and order it online). They laugh and humiliate me verbally while I change and put on the stomach. Next, I have to put on a pair of high heels they provided which are way to small for me.
Once dressed to their satisfaction in my swimsuit, swim cap and heels, my wrists are put in handcuffs and restrained behind my back. I'm ordered to my knees and Mistress starts to do my face in outlandishly exaggerated heavy whore makeup while Sir puts my clothes, wallet and cellphone in a paper bag which he takes outdoors and locks in the trunk of my car and he keeps my car keys.
When my makeup is done, I stand and a dingy old trench coat is dr**ed over me and buttoned in front. I'm taken outside and put in there rear seat of their car. We drive away but the car soon stops in a secluded area and I'm taken from the car and the trench coat is removed. Suddenly I'm standing there in the street in my one piece swimsuit, chin strap swim cap and heels, not to mention the makeup, which is heavy enough for me to smell and feel on my face.
They both laugh and point out how ridiculous I look and how screwed up I am for wanting this treatment and actually paying a lot of money for it. During our first session their verbal humiliation worked so well I started to cry from the shame and wanted to back out. The simply laughed and told me I asked for it and it was to late to turn back.
In the second session they took me to a different area and resorted to
convince me they were going to drive off and leave me standing there dressed and made up like the world's biggest slut. Their threats were so real they soon had me crying again.
Both times, while really scared and crying real tears, a coarse, thick,
moldy smelling bag was placed over my head and secured by a belt buckled around my neck. I was then roughly forced into the car trunk and driven for what seemed to be hours but was probably around 45 minutes.
When the car stopped again I was taken from the trunk, walked a few minutes, taken into a building and forced to my knees before the bag was removed from my head.
I found myself in completely unknown location in the living room of a
vacant 1970's era house. While Mistress simply smiled, Sir told me they were going to leave me alone, handcuffed, on my knees in my swimsuit, swim cap, heels and makeup. I would be visited over the course of the afternoon by one or more "gentlemen" and I would be required to give each a blow job to completion and swallow the load.
When they told me this during the first session, I screamed no and fell on my face sobbing as they laughed and walked out the door.
The second time, Mistress said "I guess you know what's next, are you ready?" Since I knew pretty much what to expect, I thought it would be easier the second time but I was wrong. Suddenly I had second thoughts and I didn't want to do it again. My eyes teared up and I started to tremble uncontrollably as I begged and pleaded with them to please not make me do it again. Again, I was taunted with "nope, too bad, you are getting exactly what you asked for." I was left with a serious warning that I had better do a good job because these men paid them for their blow jobs and might become unpredictable, violent and dangerous if disappointed as they walked out the door.
During both sessions, I got up and walked around the house while I waited. There wasn't much to do, especially with my hands cuffed behind my back and my feet aching due to the tight heels which I could not kick off because of the ankle straps.
I had been told I would not know how many men would come, when they would come or how long I would remain alone before the first visitor or between visitors or which was the last visitor. I wandered the house in boredom, fear and apprehension while I waited on the first visitor. There was plenty of time to cry, sob, tremble and think about my predicament and consider that I am a sicko pervert who paid good money not once but twice to put myself in this position with no way to avoid what was going to happen to me that
afternoon.
To be continued and please leave your comments whether good, bad or indifferent.
