To be desired and controlled - that is perfection. I dress up in girl clothes in private, with beautiful lingerie and makeup. My fantasies involve men taking control of me and getting what they want. This story is from my first experience serving a man, while dressed up.
xo Julie
My online ad including a picture of me in a black corset and black satin mini skirt:
Sissy on her knees
I'm hot and ready today. Boy in makeup, wig, panties, and hose. On my knees for you. Send me a pic and tell me what you want!
xo, Julie
I got many responses, but the one that stopped me in my tracks was:
I will use you like the little sissy you are, make you suck and fuck like my little bitch...I know you want it, take a look at my pic and respond quickly. I need to blow my load all over that cute little sissy face.... -dave
It was so aggressive...and I couldn't stop thinking about it. He was also quite attractive with dark clean-cut hair and blue eyes. He clearly exercised a lot. After an hour, I responded:
God! That is so hot! How far are you from soho?
He quickly replied:
How about 2:30? Can you wear thigh highs?
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. And he would be here in 2 hours! I had dressed so many times, but never actually met up with a man. I was nearly shaking when I wrote:
My thigh highs have a run. You'll like what I have on. It's really hot.
I put on the same outfit from the picture and then slid on fishnet pantyhose. I put on all my makeup, carefully putting on mascara and eye shadow like I had practiced many times from watching online videos. And then a subtle spray of perfume. WIth the straight black hair wig and makeup, I was passable in the dim light and my pretty green eyes really shined. I called the doorman to let Dave in when he arrived.
I was so nervous that my mouth ran dry, my hands felt cold, and my body was slightly shaking. The summer heat outside couldn't stop me from feeling cold all over. I didn't have enough time to overthink it because he was on his way. I drank some water so that I had enough saliva to suck his cock and I ran warm water over my hands.
The doorman rang to let me know Dave was coming up to the apartment. I unlocked the door and got on my knees.
The door knob moved and he walked through the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt that framed his cut muscles. He looked me up and down and smiled, "Good, I'm glad you're ready". He walked in front of me, so his belt buckle was inches from my face and said, "let's see what you can do". I would have done anything he asked - there was just something about how he treated me that made me crave to please him. He sat there waiting to be served and didn't even remove his clothes.
I felt his semi-erect cock through his jeans. God what a perfect size. I undid his belt and lowered his jeans enough to reach in and pull out his cock, which straightened in my hand. There's an amazing moment before you get a smooth cock in your mouth - pure anticipation. I wrapped my lips around him and eagerly started sucking him off. I used my hand to slightly twist with each move to really get him hard.
He said, "If you keep sucking me like that I'll come in your mouth right away, but I want to fuck that nice ass." I stood up in a trance and moved over to my bed without saying a word. I handed him a condom - my only requirement.
I leaned over my bed so my ass started to show from under the skirt. He ripped a hole in the fishnets, pulled my red lace panties to the side, and inserted a lubed finger. My whole body leaned into his hand and I tried to grasp that this was all really happening!
After fingering me for a few minutes he confidently said, "You're ready now" and quickly slid his cock all the way in, completely filling me. As he slid in and out, I felt like I was cumming the entire time. I was so excited to be getting fucked as my true self. It was overwhelming pleasure, peaking with him slapping my ass and me moaning.
He pulled out, snapped off the condom, and came all over my fishnet covered ass. He washed up, said he'd see me again soon, and walked out the door. I was so turned on that I came twice in a row, each time just thinking about him taking me.
He wrote me later that night:
Had fun, grab some white thigh highs and garter, and I will come back and work you again....
And then 10 days later: You ready for a second try at this? Pick up any thigh highs yet?