Sissy That Walk
Femboy Domination. Sissified for the gentleman callers.
It started with the lingerie, just trying it on at home. Then my collection grew. Bralettes, panties, nighties, and stockings. Then I wanted to share it. Wear it for gentleman callers.
What started as a kink turned into a full-on fetish. āSissy searching for satisfactionā was my calling card on my profile. Plenty of men answered. My hobby had turned to lustāa desire to be used.
This particular night, I am celebrating a promotion at work. The lingerie set I picked up for the occasion has me tingling with excitement. Will Nick be able to satisfy me?
The sloppy, overweight man takes immediate command of me. He sets about satisfying all my sissy femboy needs. And more. He takes my body to places I have never dreamed of.
Thoroughly used, I jump at the chance of a second encounter ā¦ but this time itās with a twist.
I pulled my car into the parking lot around the back of the shopping complex. The store I wanted to visit had a front and back entrance. I preferred going in through the back. Less chance of anyone spotting me. Some men might have a reason for going into a lingerie shop, like buying a present for their wives or girlfriends, but I had no such excuse. I was here for me.
Today was special. I was going to treat myself.
I had been promoted to district assistant manager at the largest hardware store chain in the state. It was seven years coming. I deserved it. And I was going to celebrate.
It was a Tuesday evening, so I shouldn't have too much trouble securing a date for the night. I wasn't much to look at. Early forties, average build, a bookish look, but I had a full head of hair and a face some men found attractive.
What I did have going for me was a fetish that plenty of guys found irresistible. I brushed my hand under my shirt and fingered the band of the lace bralette I was wearing. I loved lace. It felt rough and sensual on my skin. I had chosen a solid purple set that morning. I had toyed with the idea of wearing the white one with pink rosebuds, but the purple had won out.
Heading in through the door, I was overwhelmed by the selection. My fingers immediately started perusing, checking for sizes on the individual pieces that were catching my eye. I hadn't bought anything electric blue in a while, and the color was calling to me. But then I spotted a lingerie set in delicate, black lace, embellished with elegant, frothy, feathery trim.
My cock stirred. The outfit consisted of an intricately designed lace bralette and panties, a sheer baby-doll nightie with thin silk straps, and feathery trim skirting the bottom.
I reached for the price tag. It was more than I had intended to spend. But then I was celebrating. Along with the promotion came a salary increase. I lifted the panties from the rack. They were essentially assless. I thought about the black cottontail butt plug I had at home.
The image sent shivers through my body; the thought of the combination. My cock strained against the thin, silk material of my panties. My decision was made. This was going home with me. I flipped through the sizes, grabbed a medium in the panties but a large in the other two pieces. My hips were compact, but my shoulders were broad. Slipping into a fitting room was out of the question. I had learned to judge the fit through years of practice.
My purchase neatly wrapped in tissue and placed in a smart lingerie bag with silken rope handles, I headed out to my car. It was always a thrill as I crossed the parking lot, that maybe someone might spot me, discover my secret. It made my skin tingle with excitement.
I looked up and down the parking lot, but it was essentially deserted.
Safe back in my car, I peered into the bag. The tissue was sealed with a circular gold sticker bearing the store's logo. I touched it with my fingers. That seal held an excitement of its own. When I arrived home, I would place the wrapped package on my bed and carefully unseal it, spreading the tissue out on my bedding, giving myself a few moments to gaze down upon my purchaseāimagine myself in itāimagine being fucked in it.
I shivered and started the car. The sooner I was home, the sooner my night would begin.
It didn't take me long to find a suitable companion for the evening. I had been chatting with a few guys over the past week, feeling them out. My profile stating, "Sissy looking for satisfaction," garnered me a fair amount of interest on the local fetish site I had signed up for.
I smoothed out the edges of the tissue. Even the sound and feel of the tissue made me hard. Gazing down at the lingerie, I let my fingers wander over my cock. A deep, purple stain would be forming on my silk panties, precum leaking from my tip. I lowered my hand away.
I needed to get ready.
