Dominates

I NEVER ever wear anything more than undies, 'tighty whities' or panties (I own several colors), when I'm doing my laundry. As I always do while putting in a load of wash, I stepped out of my 'tighty whities' to inspect them for 's k i d marks and or yellow pee stains. I found and treated a couple of telltale brown 's k i d marks' with pre wash and tossed my briefs into my washer with the rest of my load which left me naked except for the flip flops on my feet; I started the washer and headed back upstairs. I was startled and mortified to see my next door neighbor, William, seated at my kitchen table along with his incredibly sexy mother, Jeanette and two very nice looking, sexy, mature gentlemen whom I had never seen before who were William's boyfriends, Stephen and Cody. I had not heard them come in due to the loud noise from the running washing machine. In my defense, the front door WAS locked so they had to enter through my back door. Deer in headlights look on my face, caught 'au naturel', my penis engorged and it snapped to attention for everyone in the kitchen to see. One can imagine the expressions on their faces. I had not yet met William's boyfriends and this was not the best way to meet and impress sexy looking mature men at first meeting. Everyone's incessant humiliation for my naked state, let alone my state of sexual arousal and focus on my rigid penis added to my shame...not to mention the shamefully inadequate size of my penis even though he is a grower. He was already grown but still must have looked very small to them because Stephen brought so much attention how very small it looked...because his penis is X-large??? They just kept taunting me about my stiff little prick throbbing and with all their attention to my string of precum from my pee slit as my penis throbbed all the more. Every time my hardon began to soften they came back at me with more small penis remarks which made mine stiffen up again and again. I had just exfoliated the night before and they took notice of my shaved hairless pubes. Stephen told me I looked liked a 'gay bald eagle' and my bare genitals and tiny penis made me look prepubescent and like such a damn cute little sissy boi. Due to my state of arousal and excitement my testicles were shriveled and tightly drawn up inside me so Jeanette teased me that I had tiny balls along with my little pee pee. They laughed about the long copious string of my precum oozing out of my pee slit. When my hardon would start to subside someone would call me gay femme boy, f a g g o t, 'gay tiny dick boner boy', 'sissy boi', 'gay twink, gay queen' etc, with emphasis on GAY. Hearing all that excited me so much it made me bone up again. Cody correlated the small size of my, little narrow girly feet and my painted toenails with the small size of my penis and William added 'little feet tiny cock f a g g o t' to the cat calls. The more humiliating insults they gave me the more excited and turned on I became and the precum just kept on oozing from the slit of my shamefully tiny humiliated penis. I made such a dreadful first impression on William's sexy boyfriends Stephen and Cody. It is said that first impressions are lasting impressions and I know I am permanently etched on their minds as William's sissy Boner Boi next door neighbor with the tiny cock".

I so dreaded having to face Stephen or Cody after that, and especially did not want to face William's mother Jeanette, so I decided I would just try to avoid all of them as long as I possibly could. As luck would have it though, I did chance to run into William's mother at the supermarket. She was with her friend Peter, a mature, very, very attractive, sexy looking older gentleman. She introduced me to him. I'm certain it showed on me that I was very very happy to meet him. I was swept off my feet by Peter. He was so damn fine looking and so fucking sexy!!! Peter's very firm, manly, dominating yet sensual handshake caught me off guard. Meeting Peter took my breath away and I felt dizzy and weak in the knees. I know my limp sissy handshake signaled that I was an ultra submissive f a g g o t. Even though it may have been unintentional, I was definitely submissive to him. My weak hand shake was a dead giveaway to Peter that he could dominate me... quite easily dominate me. I so wanted him to dominate me... desperately. I totally yearned for the earliest occasion for him to have his way with me . Peter was just so damn good looking! The way Peter looked at me it was as if he had x-ray vision and I presumed Peter had been briefed about my horribly embarrassing kitchen exposé incident. As Peter eyed me I melted, sensing he was mentally undressing me as he seemed to focus intently on my crotch. I was so excited that I boned up. Peter acted smug and seemed pleased that he excited me enough to make me bone up for him and knowing that he alone was the reason for my red flushed face. The bulge with the big precum spot on the front my khakis was a dead giveaway and meant solely for him. He knew that It was too. Peter winked, puckered and blew me a kiss and privately signaled me his OK.

After the incident at the store I just couldn't get Peter and the store meeting and my excitement off my mind. I was totally infatuated and I couldn't stop thinking about Peter.

I almost fainted a few days later when Peter called me. I was surprised that Peter even knew my phone number or even remembered my name.. He confided that he secretly found my number on William's mother 's phone just so he could call me. That made my dick jump to full attention and my pulse and respiration to speed up...a whole lot. He recalled our interpersonal encounter at the grocery store. Peter's confidential admission about finding my phone number excited me so much and my penis became erect. Peter chuckled and boasted about how much he excited me at the store and that made me bone up for him (boy If he only knew how excited he made me!!!). Peter teased me about my hard on and told me that little incident would be our secret, personal and intimate bonding between the two of us. I agreed with Peter about our special bonding, especially the intimate part, as my softening hardon swelled up again. He remarked that besides seeing my hardon, he noticed that my nipples hardened in my knit shirt. Hearing that made my titties tingle and I boned up again. I was so excited that Peter called me that it was very very difficult to contain myself. My heart started to pound and I tried my very best to stay cool but I just knew Peter could hear my heart pounding over the phone and would certainly detect the melodrama of my giddy girlish excitement. I was so giddy! After some small talk Peter said he was calling me specifically to ask me out on a date on Friday evening. I was so giddy and so flattered and I readily accepted, and without hesitation. I ached to be with Peter and counted the hours hoping to make the time go by faster. When the day for my date with Peter finally came I had tons and tons of butterflies in my stomach all day from the anticipation of Peter picking me up and being with him alone on an actual date. I couldn't contain myself. The anticipation was killing me. Being on a date with Peter had been on my mind constantly.

You know it is said 'candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker' and Peter put that to work for himself and yes it definitely worked in his favor. I fell very hard right into Peter’s emotionally seductive web. Peter took indecent liberties with me so perverse and so disgusting that decorum prohibits listing them here, (a la Doug Niedermeyer from the iconic classic movie 'A N I M A L House'). I'm not sure what I did or what all homoerotic perversions were done to me after a certain point in time, but I am convinced while extremely erotic, they were perversely disgusting...but oh so much pleasure.

I woke up in what I assumed to be Peter's bed, no bed covers, wearing only semen encrusted red lace panties. Peter had picked me up about 730 Friday evening. I searched for my clothes and my shoes to no avail but my phone was turned over on the dresser. When I looked at my phone it was eleven Sunday morning. All of Saturday had gone by and I can only assume it must have been a marathon gay orgy. My head was pounding from a hangover. I had a sore throat, semen taste in my dry mouth, and my rectum throbbed because it was very very tender. I looked in the mirror to see my lips thickly coated with bright red lipstick. Printed on my forehead in that same red lipstick 'I.O.U.' and across my hairless chest, "USED f a g g o t", in the same red lipstick and my nipples were thickly coated with lipstick as well. There was a pink suede dog collar around my neck. I had a horrible stinging pain on my ass cheeks so I pulled down my panties, took them off and backed my ass up to the dresser mirror to look over my shoulder. There was a target from the same bright red lipstick...my rectum was the bullseye. My ass cheeks were covered with large red welts on both cheeks. Then I noticed Peter's "TKE" fraternity paddle on the dresser and it had lipstick smeared on it as well confirming that my ass had been very soundly paddled. So that explained the terribly sore ass cheeks. I guessed I was initiated into the Homosexual Fraternity??? There was a greeting card with a fairy on the front of it next to my phone on the dresser. Inside a note read "Thanks for the good time fucking and sucking , f a g g o t". It was signed by five men: Michael, Richard, Philip, Steven and Marc. Along with the distinct familiar taste of semen in my mouth and a painfully tender semen filled rectum, the note was enough to prove to me that I had been sexually used, abused and whipped by five horny perverts... besides Peter.

I trudged down the hall to what turned out to be Peter's bedroom. Peter was in bed with a man I assumed was one of his guests from Friday night. They were both naked and asleep. When I went to Peter's 'great room' there were more men whom I assumed to have also been guests, sleeping it off, some naked and others in various states of undress. As I tiptoed past, trying not to disturb anybody, two men looked up at me, giggled at me because I was naked and also my pitifully tiny penis, as I tiptoed past them and they dropped back into slumber. I headed back to Peter's bedroom for the master bathroom. There was a bidet next to the toilet and a disposable douche and I used both. I took a very long hot shower, till I used up all the hot water. I couldn't find a towel anywhere so I once again ventured naked with no towel back through the great room and past the guests who were starting to stir and acknowledge my naked presence and again laugh at my small dick and and back to the bedroom where I found myself when I awakened, hoping to find something to put on there, hopefully my own clothes, as I had left my soiled, semen encrusted red panties on the floor back in the master bathroom.

After my body was dried. I looked in the closet and found only women's clothes. I looked for something to wear so I put on a pair of nude panty hose, I could not find any underwear and that's why I opted for the panty hose which made my hairless legs look exceptionally sexy and just felt so right, mmm. I put on a fairly short, green scotch plaid, pleated skirt and a white ruffled blouse. It was rather difficult to fasten the buttons on the blouse because buttons on lady's clothes are on opposite side from men's. The skirt and blouse fit me perfectly. To my amazement the green matching two inch heel pumps I found fit my feet perfectly as well. I took a few steps and damn those shoes felt so fine. I looked at myself in the full length mirror in that skirt and blouse and I very, very much liked what I saw and I felt so femme and so damn good. I felt some guilt, a little shame because I so very much liked my feminine feeling. Oh well. C'est la vie! How much I loved the feeling of being a woman! Then I eyed a makeup set. So I did the best I could with lipstick, eye lashes, eye shadow and a little rouge. I even put on a beauty mark. I wanted to look the part of a total slut and except for a wig, I thought I had pulled it off very well.

So by now it was afternoon and I went back out to the great room and Peter and his bed mate from the previous night were talking. I have to admit that made me feel quite jealous. On the upside Peter whistled his approval when he saw me looking all femme in women's clothing, stockings and high heels. I really liked the way they looked at me. Hmm, I admit I really really liked the way I looked and especially the way I felt as well. It felt exhilarating and risque' wearing women's panty hose, and they felt so nice, especially since my legs are hairless anyway...and my hairless pubes. Too bad I didn't get to experience proper women's under garments. Those crusty soiled red lace panties I had on when I came to shouldn't count. LOL...even though they too were a perfect fit. That will definitely change in the very near future. Hmm! Look out Frederick's and Victoria Secret!!!

Everyone else had gone home. It was only us three left. Peter asked me to whip up some eggs for the three of us so I did. Peter later on admitted that he had put 'aphrodisiac' drops in my drinks and made me sniff poppers to make sure I could handle all of my 'gangbangs'. Peter told me I had every right to be angry with him and never want to see him or speak to him again. All kinds of thoughts went through my mind. If what I endured was some kind of initiation? If so it all started to make some sense to me. The skirt, blouse and pumps all in my size... I felt shamefully naughty and so giddy and I told Peter matter of factly, that if I turned to be pregnant, he would have to marry me. LMAO. Peter chuckled and agreed to marry me and said he would pick me up at seven the next night for dinner and a movie. Naturally I readily accepted without hesitation, looking forward to a night out with sexy stud muffin Peter.

Ahhh, but that is another story. Peter has continued dominating me and dating me several more times (actually he still dominates me )...'man-dates. I believe you get it. LOL Peter definitely is still getting it...getting into my boi pussy....and getting passionate blow jobs from me.