My outside lights have been not working for years. Jerry arrived early and began working on them right away. It was going to take a while and he needed to go through the house to the circuit breaker then back back outside all morning. I was alone and bored. I decided to open my laptop and check out some videos on Gaydemon. There are a lot of them. I seem to always gravitate to the sissy types of porn. I do like to wear a silky pair of panties and a bra to bed sometimes. I like to watch, and dream of being the girl who is kidnapped, bound and gagged, and used like a slave by rough horny men, too. Yeah, I'm weird.
When he walked through this time, he surprised me. There was a video of a 'girl' sucking a guy off in her cute pink pajamas. The GayDemon logo was clearly on the screen. I was sure he must have seen the screen. But maybe not. He didn't say a thing. He just finished his work, showed me the results, and went on his way. No harm done.
I laid back in my chair thinking about what might have happened if he would have approached me after seeing me watching the video. Maybe he would have taken me right there, grabbing me, dragging me into my back room, binding my hands with his big leather work belt, and fucking me like a slut. I came all over inside my sweats.
A week later he called me. He asked if the lights were still working all right. His voice seemed different. There was more he wanted to ask. I waited.
"I've used that website myself. I especially like the videos where a guy is pretending to be a girl and a man is fucking him like one. That was the sort of thing you were watching, wasn't it?"
I almost dropped the phone. He wasn't apologizing. He wasn't being creepy. It was very 'a matter of fact'.
"I... a, I sometimes waste some time on the internet."
"So, tell me, which of those people in that video were you thinking about? Which one was you? The man, or the guy in lingerie on his knees?"
I should have hung up. But he had me. Who knows where this was going? All I could think about was that big leather work belt, his hairy tummy and the bulge in his jeans.
"I am always the girl on the floor."
Wow! How could I have said that? What was I thinking? I wanted to curl up and slip away forever. But he didn't let me off the hook.
"I'm going to come back to check on your lights again. I'll be there in half an hour. You put on something silky and sexy, and I'll make your dreams come true. Okay?"
A long time passed. He waited. And waited. I didn't hang up. I was in a daze. Was this really happening? I must have been Okay with it all?
"Could you bring your work belt. I may need to be persuaded. I think that might make a good thing to use to secure me. I might need to be secured. You know?"
He reacted right away. No hesitation.
"I'm getting in my truck right now. Yes, I'll bring my belt, and some extra things to cuff and collar you. I'll enjoy it more if you're crying and trying to resist, anyway."
I think he could tell what I was thinking. It felt like he saw right through me. I pulled on some pink panties and a matching sports type bra. I covered myself in a long cotton rope. Before I knew it, just as I was finished dressing, there was a knock on my door.
I slowly cracked the door open. The contractor peeked in.
"Open the fucking door, bitch."
I guess this was the test to see if I was on the same page as him. I was.
As he dragged me by the arm back to my bedroom, he was rude, crude, and getting me so fucking horny!
"Do you always eat cock for breakfast, you bitch? You're going to be my little slut for the rest of the day, then I'm going to leave you, until next time."
I'm on the floor, kneeling, with my hands bound behind my back. His thick leather work belt is wrapped tightly around my wrists. I have a thick black leather dog collar around my neck. He removed his clothes then stuffed his boxers in my mouth. He was tall, hairy, a little chubby, and hung.
"Don't let those fall out, or you'll be really sorry."
He walked around me, slowly looking me over, stroking his huge cock.
" I think we will start with you sucking me."
It wasn't a question. He popped the shorts out of my mouth, slapping his cock against my face.
"Let's see how bad you really want this, you sissy cocksucker."
His big rough hands slipped down over my chest, groping my 'tits' as he leaned in, so he would have a good angle into my mouth. He squeezed my 'tits' hard, slipped his cock between my lips, and said:
"You look good. Just like a sissy should. Now, give me a good sucking, my friend. After that, we will see how hard and deep a fucking you can take."
