I had my "secrets" we all have them. I guess on the one hand we are terrified we will be discovered but on the other, there is that little part of us that wants to be discovered. At least that's the way it was for me. Meeting Ms. Anders changed all that. Somehow, from that first meeting, she could see all the way through me. She could see that dark secret that I always thought was safely hidden away.
I should start at the beginning and maybe this will all make a little more sense. My names Robert but I have always been called Bobby. I just turned 22 and have been working for an insurance company here in town. I didn't grow up here but moved after I graduated from high school. I was always a bit small for my age, I'm 5' 6" and really pretty slender. Most of the time in school, I got picked on a lot because of my size so I was more than happy to get out of town.
I've known I was different when it came to girls for a long time. Looking back it's pretty easy to see where my "secrets" came from. I have known about my submissive side for a long, long time. I really believe it has always been there. I remember laying in bed when I was 10, 11 or 12, going to sleep and fantasizing about girls in the neighborhood, holding me down and kissing and "playing" with me. It was also around this time that I had my first sexual experiences. They all involved 3 older girls in the neighborhood, the girls were always "in charge". The first time involved them getting me to strip naked for them. They said they would too but after I had, they refused. I still remember the intensity of my feelings, standing there, naked while they "examined" me. Looking back on it, I know that it is that wonderful combination of sexual excitement, humiliation and fear the never fails to take me into "subspace", where I willingly submit to whatever She desires. Then there were other times that I was alone with one or the other of them. They would have me undress for them and they would partially undress. They had me masturbate while they watched and often had me lick and kiss their breasts, legs and privates. This continued until I was 15. They were all a couple of years older than I was and started dating guys from school. I still remember the combination of sexual excitement, fear, and shame that I had every time it happen. Even though the fear and shame were there, I kept going back for more and more. They would always begin teasing me and before long I was doing what they wanted. For a while in high school and for a year or two after that, I tried some dating but it just didn't work out.
First off, I really didn't find girls my age all that interesting. I always found my self "gawking" at older women. A 30 or 40-year-old woman always seemed so much sexier. In addition they were more assertive and seemed more "no non-sense", which turned me on too. There were a few times that I tried to approach a woman or two but it never worked. I plan everything out a head of time but I would always get over come with shyness and embarrassment when I tried to talk with them. One of the worst times happened with a woman from my apartment complex. I had seen her around there and she just looked so sexy. She was probably about 35 and I just couldn't keep my eyes off her.
I happened to run into her at the laundry room one day and tried to strike up a conversation. I was pretty much tongue-tied and did nothing but blush while I tried to ask her about her self. She ended things by telling me I was cute but she just wasn't interested in "little boys". After that, my sex life pretty much consisted of cruising the Internet. It was one the Internet that I started to put some names to my "secret" life. I found a couple of sites that were filled with stories and I spent hours reading and then masturbating for relief. I found pretty quickly that stories about dominant women and submissive men were the biggest turn on. In particular, women feminizing their men were the most irresistible. When I would read these stories and fantasize about being with such a woman, I could sometime get that same feeling that I had with the neighbor girls. That feeling of sexual excitement, fear and shame that was always so intoxicating. I also found myself exploring the "adult" bookstores. At first I didn't buy anything, I just "window shopped" the various thing they had but it didn't take too long to buy a few "toys". I also like to wander the malls. In particular, I like to go through the lingerie section of the department stores and imagine what it would feel like to be wearing some of the items. On these little trips, I would always try and look casual. Maybe like I was buying something for a girlfriend. On the inside though, I was always excited and scared someone would "know" my secret. On the one hand I was terrified of being discovered as a submissive sissy and on the other the excitement was too much to resist. I just could not stay away.
It was a beautiful summer day and once again I had decided to do a little window-shopping at Macy's. It was always a favorite of mine. The lingerie area was a bit more secluded than a lot of the other stores. It gave me more opportunity to look and daydream. I had been wandering through the racks for several minutes and had become engrossed in the bustiers. They were so sexy and as I stood there, it imagined how they would feel and how they would look on me.
"That would look good on you, don't you think?" I froze, could think and could not speak. I could feel the terror of being caught in the pit of my stomach and feel my face flush with embarrassment. "Cat got your tongue?"
I turned to look. She was 3 or 4 inches taller, slender and blond hair and probably 35 years old.. She was beautiful and her eyes seemed to look through me. I couldn't hold her gaze, I quickly glanced down. I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. She reached down and took my hand "follow me".
Without a word, she guided me out of Macy's, down the mall to the Starbuck's. "sit here while I get us something." I started to ask for a coffee but she stopped me mid sentence "I'll get something that suits you, don't worry."
She returned and placed a latte in front of me. Her name was Susan Anders but explained that, considering the differences between us, I should address he as Ms Anders. She went on to ask about what I had planned for the day, where I worked and all sorts of other questions. Through out it all she leaned close and was continually touching my leg or arm. Often sliding her hand up my thigh and across my crotch. Each time she did, my embarrassment and sexual excitement deepened. I was hard and she knew it. All of this was terrifying to me but I didn't want to stop.
She stood and took my hand again. "You are such a sweet boy, we will spend the rest of the afternoon together. Would you like that?"
There was a part of me that said I should run, that I should escape but I was powerless at that point. "Yes, I would like that Ms Anders" and I followed along.
She lived in a town house not far from the mall. Once there she led me in through the front door and into her living room. She showed me a number of her mementos and then brought us each a glass of ice tea. "Really, the polite thing would be for you to be serving the tea, don't you think."
I struggled to say, "Yes Ma'am."
"You are really rather embarrassed around me, aren't you boy."
"Yes, Ma'am"
By this time she was sitting in an over stuffed chair. I was still standing; it just seemed like the right thing to do. I just had the feeling I should wait for her to tell me to take a seat. In a moment or two, she had me pull a footstool and sit in front of here. I felt a bit odd. The stool was kind of low to the ground and I found myself looking up at her.
She continued her questions but they became much more personal. She wanted to know about past relationships, if I had a current girl friend. She then mused about my name and how it's also a nickname for Barbara.
"Do you spell it with a Y or an I at the end? No matter, if you end it with a Y you should change it to an I. That would suit you much better."
"You will do that for me won't you Bobbi."
Every brain cell I had screamed at me to say NO but when the word came out the were "Yes Ma'am, I will be Bobbi from now on." Her smile simply overwhelmed me.
"Bobbi, are you enjoying your time with me? I'm finding that you are a type of boy that I have always enjoyed having around. Would you like to spend more time and more days in my company?"
"Oh yes Ms Anders, You are beautiful. I would so love that."