Weekend with a Dom Master fuck buddy

I came out on grinder. Does that count? My photo and bio were real. If anyone I know was looking there, I was fucked, but I decided to risk it and take the chance I might actually come out to whoever might find me there. Yeah, I know, it's a weak 'coming out' scenario. 

I've been in mom's and my sister's underwear for as long as I can remember. The first time I jerked off I was in my sister's prom dress and underwear with some of her dirty panties shoved in my mouth like I was being forced to cum. Weird? Probably. But that's me.

Over time I followed the 'forced' theme more and more. I'd never be able to tell anyone about my fetish. Too embarrassing. So, all alone I went on and on for years. Sex with girls never really made me happy. I wanted to be one of them, actually. Not in a trans way, but more in a way where a guy might like me and take me somewhere, gag me and fuck my lights out. Like that. You know?

When I'd chat with other guys online, I'd tell them of my desires and most of them would block me or just tell me to fuck off. What are semi straight, sort of gay guys, looking for, anyway?

Now I'm divorced, dressing in Halloween costumes like maid's outfits, ladies' lingerie. I put leather bondage cuffs on my wrists and ankles and shove a ball gag in my mouth real tight. Then I find myself jerking off in the mirror to amuse myself. 

I opened a membership and posted a short video on Grinder, but no one answered. Big surprise!

But, a few weeks later a guy emailed me to say hello. I'd forgotten about my video on my Grinder account by then. I'd forgotten about my Grinder account too. This guy says I'm right up his alley. He wants to meet up and have some fun with me. I check out his profile and he seems ok. What do I know, though? 

He is older and hairy. He has a little beer gut. he has a fat cock and a place to use it on me. It turns out he is married to a boring lady who never sucks his cock or lets him fuck her very often. The place is a hotel in downtown. Not a very nice one. There is a bar, so we start there. I bring a bag with my lady clothes and some bondage gear I like. He shows up half drunk already and has his hands all over me. I am immediately put off and embarrassed. The bartender is trying to ignore us. He is getting upset with the guy too. I can tell he is about ready to throw us out of the bar. I get up and try to leave. This guy follows me out to the parking lot and grabs me roughly. "Get back in the fucking hotel, bitch."

While we were walking back into the lobby, with him pulling me along like a kidnap victim, I was getting hard. He called me a bitch. He is grabbing me like I owe him something. My mind is racing through what sort of nasty shit this guy might do to me. I get harder. 

In the elevator he uses a zip tie to secure my wrists in front of me. He is looking into my eyes with a lustful look as he pulls it tight. "You're going to make a great fuck toy, you faggot fuck."

Just before the door opens, he looks at me again, sternly. "Keep fucking quiet, bitch."

I obey.

Once in the room he pulls me back into the far corner where a easy chair is waiting for me. On the chair are more zip ties and a ball gag. He roughly pushes me back on to the chair and quickly ties my ankles together. He pulls my hands down securing them to the tie around my ankles. Next, the ball gag is hanging in front of my face. "Open your fucking mouth, bitch."

I obey.

"Good little whore."

I've worn my own ball gag many times, but I never tied it in so tight and deep in my mouth. I'm drooling right away. I'm bent over with my hands tied to my ankles, looking up at him. I let out a muffled "mummph." I'm hard a as rock. I don't know how my jeans are holding it in.

The guy is slowly undressing, stroking his cock as he drops his clothes in a pile on the floor. He keeps talking to me. Asking me embarrassing, personal questions. 

"How long have you been a fucking fag?" Haw many cocks have you sucked?" How many big cocks have you taken up your ass, you cunt?" 

The more he talked, the harder I got. Well, if there was ever a question about what I was looking for in a sex partner, and what sort of things I like, I think I know now for sure.

He is hard. He didn't exaggerate his cock size. It's a big, fat one for sure. He is close to me now. Rubbing his body against mine. He is warm and hairy. He takes my head by grabbing some of my hair on the back of my head. His cock rubs against my face. It's dripping, ready to shoot. I guess he likes this too. "Let's get you dressed up. You're going to be my bitch. Then I'm going to fuck the shit out you."

A small pair of wire cutters snip me loose. But the ball gag stays in place. I struggle with it but he tells me to leave it alone. I've already shaved myself smooth. He tells me to put on the outfit we agreed on. I move toward thew bathroom. "No, you stupid cunt. You'll dress here in front of me." Pointing me back to the corner of the room. I dig everything out of my bag and get to it. He watches my every move, taking photos and stroking. 

He had seen a few of my photos and videos on my Grinder profile. He had requested I bring the maid's outfit I was wearing in one of my videos. As I slipped on the black lace lingerie, black skirt and white blouse, I kelp fighting the huge rubber ball in my mouth. "Don't worry, sweetie. Once I have you strapped down good and tight, I'll let you take that thing out."

He kept his word. Once I was kneeling by the bed, buckled up tight with my leather cuffs and wrapped in leather belts he had brought along, he removed the gag, and it all began. 

I finally could answer some of his questions, but he was past that now. He wanted to use my mouth for about everything a mouth could possibly be used for. We kissed, he licked my face, his cock was in my mouth, or his tongue was, for the next hour or two. I lost track of time. He was doing a fine job of working my 'tits' too. After a few minutes my nipples were so sore all he had to was brush against one and I'd wince in pain. I'd never really sucked a cock before. He could tell. But it didn't slow him down. I learned quickly. I was surprised he didn't cum sooner. He said I was a shitty cock sucker. I felt bad. But after a long time, I'd learned to suck hard while he was rocking back and forth, pulling my hair and fucking my mouth and throat. It was a mess when he did finally blow a man-sized load in my mouth and all over my face. It was dripping down all over my pretty lace maid's top. We were both breathing hard and trying to catch out breath. I thought he would be happy. 

"That was horrible. You suck at sucking, you cunt. Well, I'll make up for it when I have you spread out on the bed, won't I?"