He stopped calling. No more texts. He just disappeared. It felt like he was my first boyfriend or at least a friend with benefits, but I guess not. As the days passed, i became more and more offended, questioning myself. Was it something I said or did?
Finally, I grew enough courage to overcome my submissiveness and initiate contact. I texted, "Are you OK?" Thinking that would not be too pushy.
Nothing. No response. I was shocked and devastated. Deeply hurt and saddened by his rejection.
That's how my New Life story ended. For those of you who did not read the trilogy, here is a bit about me. 60, 6' 205, shaved head, hairy everywhere else. Very masculine and successful running my own business with a closeted desire to submit, open to be feminized.
I did take my missing Dom's advice, counted calories and worked out. Saw immediate improvements in strength, muscle tone and weight. My attitude seemed to improve along with some confidence.
I started reading the Craigslist ads and fantasizing about potential meetings. What have i discovered about myself and what do I really want, sexually? Really, if you can think it, it is in the CL ads. LOL. Want a left handed, blue eyed Dom, just ask. There seems to be something for everyone, why not me?
I responded to a few ads, even got a few responses but it took a while to make anything happen. Seems that CL attracted a lot of dreamers and not so many actual doers. One ad caught my eye, called himself a genuine daddy looking for a boy who liked to do as told. He wanted a mature boy. One who expected mild punishment for disobedience. He claimed to be open minded and willing to support fetishes. We began emailing.
He had an honest, sincere air about him and I became more and more interested. I answered all of his questions and bared my most hidden desires regarding, submission, feminization, discipline and obedience. Blushing, I described my panty collection. I admitted to be tired of being in charge and just wanted to relax and do as told. He was understanding, confident and firm in his responses.
After dozens of emails, I agreed to host a meeting the next day during lunch time. Preparing myself for his visit made me giddy with excitement. I trembled happily as I showered. My breath grew short as I slowly slid the soft, pink polka dot panties up my legs. I grew hard pulling the black, sheer thigh highs into position. A matching bra completed my ensemble, exactly as he requested.
Standing away from the door, peaking through the closed blinds the humiliation was overwhelming. So excited! So happy! Not knowing what to expect. A gray car pulled up and a large, overweight man stepped out carrying a manila folder. I panicked, started hyperventilating and froze. I wanted to run but couldn't. Sensory overload took over, paralyzed. The door opened, he looked at my smiling, "Nice. Very nice," he said softly with confidence.
After locking the door, he walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Boy, you did exactly what I told you to do. That makes daddy very happy," as he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around.
Speechless, I stood still. heart racing as his large, strong fingers gently explored my body. his wandering hands paused a long time rubbing the soft part of my ass exposed under the soft, lace of the panty edge. Slowly he turned me to face him, gently lifting my chin to kiss me. Wow, did he kiss me! Aggressively, he pulled me to him and opened his mouth, pushing his tongue into my moist mouth. I moaned softly and melted into him, softening my lips and allowing him full access. I felt so feminine as I rubbed my fingers into his hair. It was a long kiss, minutes for sure, but i was lost in time.
"Take me to the bedroom," he said with a big smile.
"Yes, Sir," returning his smile.
He never took his hands off of me as we walked the few steps to my bedroom. I loved the attention as he softly examined my body. "Don't move," he took a step back and seemed to be admiring me, causing me to blush beat red. "You blush, how cute," he giggled as my humiliation intensified. Standing in polka dot bra and panties with thigh high stockings, so excited, so happy, so overwhelmed by humiliation, words just can't describe. I knew I would do anything for this man.
"Undress me."
With trembling hands, I unbuttoned his shirt and hung it up. I knelt before him to untie his shoes and help him step out of his socks. Remaining on my knees, I undid his belt and slid his pants off, folding them neatly. Now, eye level to his navel, staring at his drab, white boxer shorts, I paused. "What are you waiting for?" He asked impatiently.
He was a large, pear shaped man. About 6' tall weighing close to 300 pounds. His boxer shorts looked like they could sail a small boat. I gently tugged them to the floor.
"Go ahead, suck it."
Suck what, I thought. All I saw was belly. I tilted my head and moved toward his crotch. I spotted what appeared to be a penis, all of two inches. I cupped his little balls and gave his mini-rod a tug. "I didn't say rub, I said suck!"
