Internet site gone wrong, or not.

Yes, I write a lot about bondage and wearing sissy panties. Well, this is why.

Never having gay sex before, but always wondering about it, got frustrating. I've been wearing stuff beginning with moms, from way back when. I wonder if wearing women's underwear makes me gay? I do think about being in the role of a girl when I'm dressed like one. Cooking, cleaning, and sucking cock. Ha!

I dress in sexy underwear any time I get a chance now. I've been posting pictures of myself for a long time in panties and girdles (I love vintage girdles and corsets) but never showing my face. A few pervy guys will flirt with me, but that's about it. 

A few months ago I gave it a try. I took a cute picture of me in a new bra and panties set, including my face, and posted it. What was I thinking? What if someone recognizes me? I'm not really ready to come out as a gay sissy. Not even close. But who would be surfing in these sites except a gay pervy himself? Maybe it's all ok. We will see. 

But, nothing happened for a while. Same old shit. 

One day I get an email. It's from the GayDemon site I post stories on sometimes. Someone is trying to contact me. He says he thinks he knows me and wants to chat. Are my worst fears coming true? His screen name is DomInSpokane. I live very near Spokane. I was even more nervous now. 

I looked at his profile but it wasn't very helpful. It just made me even more nervous to talk with him. The photos he posted were of dungeon scenes. Probably just web pictures. Rooms full of leather gear and heavy dark wood bondage furniture. There was one picture of a pair of handcuffs, a red rubber ball gag, and a silver metal butt plug. Just those three items on a table. I was getting hard. What the fuck?

I took a breath and messaged him. He replied right away. He said he had been waiting for me. He asked what pair of panties I was wearing. I admitted I was in some white lace ones. He told me to blow him a kiss in the message. I found the little smiley face guy blowing a kiss and sent it to him. I was following his orders. He said he liked that. He sent me his phone number. He told me to call him now. He has a Spokane area code.

His voice is deep and raspy. I didn't recognize it. He wants to facetime. I touch the app and there he is. I'm trying to make him out. I can tell he just took a screenshot of me. He tells me to point my phone at my crotch and show him my panties. I do it. I can hear his phone clicking the image. 

Randy remembers me from where I used to work. He says he works there still. He works in the service side and remembers seeing me all the time. He says all the guys will love my pictures. I didn't stop to think about what he was doing. I just begged him to please not.

So, I put on a short blue lace dress and some tan pantyhose. I stuffed my B cup training bra with some panties and drove to his address. My hair was slicked back and I had a little pink lipstick on. I'd followed his instructions as close as I could. What was I thinking? Do I want this? I must. I let him trick me into being easily blackmailed. I didn't complain or refuse his requests. I answered his questions, nearly begging him to ask more. Luring me in deeper. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. But I was more excited than nervous. I think.

He lives in a modest neighborhood. His driveway was clear and the garage door was open. He told me I better be on time. So I was. When I parked in the garage the door went down behind me. A large scruffy man opened my door and pulled me out of my car. "It's a good thing you are on time, bitch."

I was back against my car with him on me. Kissing my mouth and grabbing me everywhere. I've never felt another man's hands on me. he liked my dress. He loved the tight little training bra. Pulling and playing with the straps. He had his hand up under the pantyhose, feeling the lacey panties under them. After a few minutes, he paused and asked another question. 

"I want to take you inside. I want you tied up and helpless. I want you to be a good bitch for me. Can you do that?"

My mouth was wet and drooling from his aggressive kissing. His hands were on my breast and ass. My eyes were wide open in fear, and anticipation. I didn't really think about everything he said. But I got the idea. I hesitated. I gulped. I didn't take my eyes off him. He squeezed my ass a little harder. I slowly, carefully... Oh so nervously, nodded.