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Some time ago, a Mistress I was friendly with would bring me into session as a forced bi top. One afternoon I arrived at her apartment and she briefed me in the living room. I was told he was handsome and fit, but a bit nervous. She wanted me to wait for her command, play by play. I agreed- up for whatever and ready to go. When Mistress led me into her bedroom, I saw a guy in a latex French maid outfit sitting on the edge of the bed. He was a high school friend! I partied at his house through our college years. We didn’t stay in touch, but ran into each other here and there in the years since. I have to say, I was shocked when I saw him. No one from our younger years would be totally surprised to find out I was pervy. But him? He did all the right things. He became an attorney, married the perfect blonde wife and bought a nice home in the suburbs. Now he was moments away from sucking my cock dressed in a hilarious get-up. Once I came in, I had a face of stone. I pretended I didn’t know him. Then he went into a deep panic. It made me a little uneasy because I thought he was going to have a total freak-out. Before anything happened, Mistress asked me to wait for her in the living room. After maybe twenty minutes, she came out and said he changed his mind. He couldn’t do it due to his nerves. She apologized and sent me home. I don’t think he told her that we knew each other, and neither did I. Funnily enough, there was a moment when I was worried he’d tell our mutual friends that I was being used as a stunt cock for a Domme. I laughed that off once I realized that if he did that, it’d come out just how he knew that information. I would never share anything that would upset his situation, and was hoping he knew that as well. Actually, I had a few weeks of concern since he had become kind of a gun nut. I had a vague dread that he might shoot me to ensure his secret was never revealed. Happily that did not come to pass, and here I am alive. Two years later, I saw him at a party with his wife. Enough time had gone by without him hearing anything back about his penchant for crossdressing submission. We talked for a while in pleasant conversation, without either of us mentioning that last time we’d seen each other. Hopefully he ended up getting the dick he needed- preferably with a total stranger.

Delicious Boutique is a favorite that I’ve found for both myself and others. Their designers have a unique take on fetishy fun for streetwear, behind-closed-door sessions or BDSM events. Also, their balaclavas make me smile.

Thanks so much, Mistress Kang! He’s an actor and an acrobat. I will DEFINITELY keep you posted come February...

Thanks for asking Mistress Kang! Sorry if this is too much detail, but here’s what happened. I matched with a hot trans boi on Tinder in mid-November. That led to texting, then sexting, then meeting. We met late on a Sunday night around Barclay Center for a drink, but our options were limited. We ended up at a sports bar, which wasn’t our thing- but whatever. He took off his biker jacket, and his black tank top showed off his sleeve tattoos and toned arms. My new friend saw the look in my eyes, took another sip of his drink and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. We left our drink on the table without finishing, and called a Lyft. There was a definite connection and great conversation, with that exciting undercurrent of knowing that we were about to fuck. And fuck him I did. I also went down on his pussy for quite awhile until he came multiple times, straddling my head with his thighs. Afterwards, I massaged him for a good long time, kissing his ass and feet worshipfully. I couldn’t resist. He’s an aerialist, and his body is incredible. He also has amazing ink work all down his back that leads down to his perfect butt, which I just found delicious. We parted ways the next day, and texted a lot in the days after. He sent me a text saying he loved the way I kissed and massaged his body, and cautiously asked me if I was submissive. I was thrilled, telling him that “I could be!” That led us down a rabbit hole of text messages and plans to meet again. He also let me know that since he was moving soon, he’d packed up his sex toys. I was told that if I wanted to be fucked, I needed to bring the strap on. The day we were to meet again, the tone of our texts shifted to a strictly Dom/sub dynamic. It was driving me crazy. I was also informed that the last time I was there, his female roommate saw me worshiping his feet through his glass bedroom door when she went to pee in the middle of the night. My mind reeled for a moment thinking about her watching me submit to him. She wasn’t home the night I returned, so that wasn’t to be. But that wasn’t what was on my mind when I got there. He let me in, we kissed, and I handed him the bag with the strap on. He looked, smiled and handed it back to me. We went into his room and he told me to strip. I did, and fell to my knees instinctually. He stood over me and looked deeply into my eyes for what seemed like forever. He laughed as I could feel my eyes opening wider. He slowly drooled spit from his lips and I greedily caught it with my mouth. That made him laugh louder. He just said, “Okay!” I was told I could refer to him as either Sir or Stud for the rest of the night, but nothing else. That got me rock hard. He pulled my hair, spit more forcefully into my mouth and slapped my face, calling me his bitch. He had me right where he wanted me. He instructed me to get the bag and strap him into his harness. I bought a vegan version that fastened with Velcro, so I had practiced fastening it at home for a few days before. It still took me a little longer than I’d hoped, but he didn’t seem to mind. He stood there looking at himself in the mirror with his hands behind his head, flexing his arms. I saw this while I was strapping him in, and it drove me crazy. Once I got his cock secured, he started slapping my face with it- hard. All the while he was laughing at me and calling me a cocksucker. He asked me if that’s what I wanted to be, and I nodded without even thinking. I was told not to use my hands, and he throat-fucked me. I gagged and slobbered. He laughed and laughed. I was told that if I wanted to be fucked I had to beg. I went on and on, wording it every way I could think of. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please be my Stud, Sir, etc. etc” Finally he told me to lube up and get on the bed, ass up and face down. He used me on all fours for a while, spanking me hard, then flipping me on my back. He was very verbal, and I loved that. I wrapped my legs around him while he punched me in the chest, sometimes with open hands, sometimes with closed fists. Then he put his hands around my neck and started to choke me while burying his shaft deeper inside me. I blissfully closed my eyes. I was instructed to stroke my cock while he fucked me harder and faster. I was also told to ask permission before I came. I was so torn between wanting to cum and wanting to keep getting fucked. But at some point I couldn’t take it and asked Sir to cum. He said “Cum for me, whore”, and almost as soon as I heard the words I came all over myself. He laughed and scooped some up with two fingers and fed it to me. I sucked on his fingers like I sucked his cock, and this brought him great amusement. I excused myself and cleaned up. When I came back he grabbed me by my hair and put me on my back again. He spat in my mouth and mounted me like he did before, riding his pussy all over my face until he came a few times. He seemed exhausted and lied down on his stomach. I was told to massage him like I did the week before, and I did so with great attention. My caresses and kisses were gentle, and he drifted off to sleep. I eventually did too- with my head in the small of his back, and the last view of the night being his truly beautiful ass. The next morning we showered together, and I took him to breakfast and coffee before he had to head to a meeting. We kissed and said goodbye, agreeing that we’d see each other soon. He was my Dom, but also a sweetheart. He’s on tour until February, but I pray we get together again once he’s back in New York.

I did achieve my 2018 goal by subbing for a trans (FTM) Dom. It took until late November, but I got in under the wire. Thanks, Tinder!

Thanks for asking, Mistress! I want to serve an FTM Dom in 2018. I'm open to pro or lifestyle play. 2017 gifted me an FTM lover, but they were strictly sub bottom. That said, I'm open to pro suggestions in NYC (hint, hint).

I second Ann Curry. Also, Joan Jett and Princess Nokia.

Yes and yes!!!

Grace Jones, Julianne Moore, Laverne Cox

The first session I ever had was with Mistress Lauren Taylor at the ripe old age of 19. I found her (sight unseen) through an ad for her dungeon. The intriguing advertisement was placed in a weekly paper. I made a very nervous phone call, and the available Mistresses were vividly described to me. I went with Mistress Lauren because she was very tall, and since the dungeon was named after her, I figured I'd be in competent hands lol. That was the case, of course. She patiently walked me through the kind of session I wanted when I arrived, even though I had only the vaguest idea of what a session could entail. I wore stockings , heels and panties, because I thought that's what subs did, given my limited exposure to BDSM porn. It is definitely not my thing these days, but I was going along with what I thought I was supposed to do. I was lightly spanked and told to worship her feet. I was tied to a St. Andrew's Cross, had one of my stockings tied around my package, and given a foot job by Mistress' oiled feet. I don't think I was supposed to cum, but I was 19, so... The session ended on the early side, but she was very nice to me. I think she was happy to take my BDSM cherry. She even had the receptionist stop me when I was leaving the dungeon because I forgot the stocking that was tied around my junk. I can still hear her gleefully say to her receptionist as she handed it to me, "I can't let a boy go home without his stockings!" I threw out the lingerie outfit before I got home, for fear that my girlfriend might find it. But I did keep that single stocking as a fond memory. I still have it to this day. That was a long time ago, and I have a much clearer idea of what can happen in a BDSM session. I also have a firm handle on what turns me on and what doesn't My last session was earlier this year with the gorgeous LadyPimp Rey. I found her from the Fortress website, of course. I chose her because she too is tall, and disorientingly beautiful. I feel all warm and happy like a puppy dog when I see her face (both here and in person.) I'd follow her around anywhere she'd let me, wagging my tail with my tongue hanging out! I have grown to know exactly what I like during my time with a Domme, and have also come to realize that mostly Mistresses like as much information from a sub as possible before sessioning. I do still enjoy an element of surprise though, so a creative Mistresses is still a way to my heart.

I've had fun in all of them, but I admit I'm a fan of the Pink Room. That said, wherever the Mistresses want me is where I want to be.

Thank you so much, Ms. Lu! I so look forward to meetng you soon someday...

Dannyboy, Thanks. Sorry to hear about your recent difficulties- but it's sounds like you're pretty lucky yourself. having a Latin lover that understands you. Ah, Ms. Ahn! I will probably always remember that. Sometimes it pays to be late! Here's to getting those knots untied in the near future...

It's intriguing to hear how people identify, and how much (or little) it is informed by their sexual activities. It's also interesting to find out how quick we are to categorize each other according to our learned framework of sexuality. I identify as a male queer omnisexual switch (that's a mouthful, I know!) I'm in a relationship with a woman who identifies much like I do, except for the male & switch part. She has male and female lovers and so do I. Sometimes we share. We have a MTF lover, as well as an FTM play partner we see occasionally from out of town. When it comes to BDSM, my GF doesn't really get into it so she encourages me follow my bliss with others when it comes to subbing or Domming. So we're all over the place. I should say that I primarily identify as lucky, for finding someone like her to love.

Welcome Mistress Yee! i was "warned" that You might be joining Team Fortress soon.