Internet mistake.
I am an idiot. But that was last week. Now I'm the property of a kinky gay Master. He uses me for his enjoyment every night. He likes to punish me for being homophobic and rude.
I thought my replies to some of the weird gay and trans posts were anonymous. I guess they aren't. I was being pretty rude. I think trans people and gays are weirdos and mentally fucked up. I especially dislike crossdressers, drag queens and trans gender freaks. And I wasn't shy about letting them all know. Fuck them.
I got an email from a guy interested in meeting me. He said he has a job offer. i do odd jobs in the yard and small remodels on the side. I sent to his home to look over the place and give him a bid.
Chuck met me at the front door. He invited me and we chatted about the fence he wanted built. I told him I don't do fences. He should have known that. I just wasted my morning driving across town for nothing. As I was drinking his coffee, he told me I had wasted some of his time as well. He said he had to spend a lot of extra time deleting my posts on the platform.
Suddenly it all came to me. I know who this guy is now! But it was too late. The shit he put in the coffee kicked in. The last thing I remember was him asking me if I was homophobic fuck who made all those rude remarks.
I woke up and everything was fine. I was home in bed and the whole thing felt like a bad dream. I checked the clock and got up. I felt funny. Different. What was in that coffee? How did I get home? Was that real?
"What the fuck!?' In the bathroom mirror was a woman looking back at me. And not a very pretty one. But she had tits and a woman's face and long hair and everything. I reached down into my shorts expecting something wrong, but my cock was still there. I was interrupted by the doorbell.
I looked in the closet and it was full of women's clothes. I put on a pull over dress and answered the door. It was Chuck.
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