he is a bad man

He calls at all sorts of weird times. Never anything predictable or regular. Sometimes he brings me back later the same day. Some times I don't hear from him for weeks. I cringe every time I get a text. What is wrong with me? I met him online last year. I was bored and horny. i'd only been with a guy one other time. And that was just a kiss. Well, and I jerked him off in his car. That was a while ago. With this guy we had a casual encounter at his home in Redmond. It's a really nice place. We started kissing then he reminded me in my posts and out later conversations that I wanted to be the 'girl'. He stripped me down and put me in some cotton panties and a pink training bra. I didn't really mean it quite that literally. But I liked the underwear, oddly. We kissed. He felt me up a lot. I went down on my knees and sucked him off. It was my first. I thought about that a lot, for along time. Then he texted me again. 

Now I must purchase my own girly underwear. He likes me in teen girl stuff. Cheerleader uniforms and little dresses with knee high socks and pink tennis shoes. My hair grew out so I could pull it up in cute little pig tails on either side of my head. He pulls at them while I let him throat fuck me. When he calls I try to find an excuse to say no. But as soon as I start dressing in the sweet little innocent girl's underwear and outfits, I get all warm and horny. I get more and more excited about having his hands all over me. I pull the panties up tight. I buy training bras a size too small. Everything fits really snug so I can feel it all pulling and rubbing against my smooth, warm skin. I get hard. I manage to get to my car for the drive over. I'm hard the whole time. 

Most times he has a gift for me when I arrive. I never know what it will be. Last month he bought me a set of pink leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Very naughty. He asked if I knew what it means now that I have restraints. I shook my head. Later, with me face down, cuffed spread eagle the bed, he violated my virgin butt hole. He put a pillow under my waist so my bottom was raised up. He lubed me up and poked me really deep. He said it was only in half way. So we have a long way to go.

A couple weeks ago he gave me an assortment of mouth gags. I've never been gagged before. he said he wants to see how I sound while he finishes fucking me all the way in. I had to choose the one I wanted to wear. I tried them all on. There were 6 of them. He took pictures of me in each one. I didn't like any of them. My jaw was already sore. I was worried about getting fucked harder than ever. I didn't want to let him do it. I told him so. He just laughed. He said I can leave any time. Or choose a gag. I asked if he could just stuff my mouth full of something like a rag or a washcloth and tape over it. i've seen that sort of thing in movies. While he was staring at me, he jerked off in some of my used, worn panties and shoved the dripping wet cotton undies in. They were wet and slimy. He brought some silver cloth tape from the garage and wrapped the wide sticky tape around my face and head several times. I was fucked. 

I tried to cry out and scream while he was pumping me. His cock was slippery, hard, long and felt like it was twice as big as ever. I could barely hear my muffled cries echoing in the small back basement bedroom he calls his playroom. He liked it when I was moaning and squealing while gagged. After a long time he grabbed my hair, pulling my haed back, and my chest, groping my nipple really hard, and filled my butt all the way up with his huge, hot load. I could feel it squirting up inside me. It was so far up there. He pulled at me and pushed in as far as he could. He screamed and laughed and grunted and told me I was his fuck whore forever now. But I think I already knew that.