I ended up on a gay hookup app, and that’s where I met Master.
As I explored it took me to kinkier places than I’d imagined, and soon that was what I needed to get excited. This forced me to the internet, where I explored my fantasies. My Wife knew about it but wanted nothing to do with it. Not that long ago I’d been a normal man and husband, though one who liked to wear women’s clothing. “I will be just outside, watching from my phone, and recording the good parts.” Knowing he would be close by gave me some sense of comfort that I’d have a baseline of safety in case any man tried to go too far.Īfter he walked out I knelt in shame and thought about the choices that led me to the floor or a public restroom waiting to be a urinal, or gurlinal, for strange men. He then went to the opposite wall and affixed a small Wi-Fi camera to the wall. We both knew I could unhook the leash from the collar, but we also both knew I would obey him and leave the leash in place. He tied the leash around the pipes under it so I could not rise from my knees. Master led me, still on my knees, to the sink. “Say it out loud, sissy!” “I will be the urinal for the men who want to use me, Master.” I was nearly in tears. Will you do this or not?”įaced with losing my beloved Master I silently nodded. You will do this for me, or I will drive away now, and you will never see me again. I need to push you and humiliate you like never before. He pulled my leash down, hard, forcing me to my knees. Please use the sissy instead.” I said, “Oh, no, Master! Please, not that!” I’d received Master’s piss before, at home, but this was an order of magnitude well beyond that, and, as he’d promised, beyond anything else he’d had me do. He placed the sign on the divider next to the urinal and taped it in place. My heart was pounding in anticipation of what Master had planned. On the right through the door was a urinal, on the left was a toilet stall and a sink. I saw he’d taken a piece of cardboard, about 2-foot square from trunk. After we got out of the car he pulled me with the leash toward the men’s room. After I did, he attached a leash to the collar. Master handed me a pink leather collar and told me to put it on. This time we parked in a lot near the restrooms.
The guard gladly agreed and fucked my face while Master fucked my Ass. Once a park security guard threatened to arrest us, but Master asked him if he wanted me to give him a blow job while I was being fucked. Master would occasionally have me kneel on a bench in the park and he’d fuck my Ass out in the open where anyone could see us. We drove to nearby park and recreation area. So I could only imagine what Master had planned this time, and I got both excited and worried. While the humiliation was exquisite, with non-stop taunts of “fag” and “sissy” from men and women it was also the time I felt the least safe. Then there was the time I had to go to a country-western bar in a square dance outfit, but with no makeup and no padding in the bra so it was clear I was a sissy. The sneering looks and demeaning comments nearly made me cum in my bikini bottoms. Another time I had to sun on the beach in a bikini, so I had tan lines, then take off the top and walk the boardwalk. In the past my Master had made me dress up like a hooker and give blow jobs in an alley for $2 each. I let out a sissy-ish squeal as my cock twitched in my panties in anticipation. He explained that he’d had a bad week at work and felt the need to exorcise the negative feelings by pushing my limits and humiliating me like I’d never been humiliated before. He smiled when he looked at how I was dressed. Right on time Master pulled up in his Audi, and I jumped in. Judging by the looks I received some of the passers-by knew what they were looking at, and at least one man muttered “faggot.” That excited me even more and I gave a flirty smile to the man. I went down to the street and waited on the sidewalk. I brushed my shoulder-length brown hair, put on my make-up a little heavier than usual so the slightly slutty look contrasted with the virginal white.
My cock was hard and pushed against the tight panties. I put on my white satin panties, a matching bra, white thigh-highs, a white sheer blouse that allowed my bra to be seen through it, and a short white pleated skirt.
I received a series of text messages from my Master with instructions to dress all in white, including lingerie, and be ready for him to pick me up in one hour.