I like it when someone takes over and tells me what to do. I also like men, not women. Shortly after I turned 18 I met a guy who was somewhat older than I. I lost my virginity to him, and hoped for a long beautiful relationship but it didn't last.
In college my roommate was straight, or so I thought, but liked telling me what to do. His girlfriend would leave her frilly undies and stockings. I started trying them on when no one was around. Since I am a smaller guy they fit. They made me feel like the woman I knew I was inside. One day they came back unexpectedly and caught me wearing her stuff. She almost blew a gasket! He just stood there staring with a smile on his lips. She ranted for a while then calmed down and started laughing. She told me to take off the stuff, I grabbed my robe and started to head to the bathroom. She got a vicious look on her face and blocked the door.
"Where do you think you are going sissy?"
That was the first time I had heard the term, I got what she meant though.
"I'm going to take this stuff off." I said a little embarrassed.
She moved toward me and said, "Take it off right here."
I couldn't believe what she said and hesitated a bit. She walked to me and poked me in the chest, but didn't say anything. I knew my roommate was watching and I didn't want to have problems with him, so I started stripping.
The way he looked at me I felt like a piece of meat, and to my chagrin I started getting hard. They both started laughing.
His girlfriend said, "Look, the sissy likes being watched."
I couldn't say so, but she was right, liked her telling me what to do and him watching.
Two days later he came in with a bag. He pulled out stockings, garter belt, bra and panties. He threw them at me and told me to put them on. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I did as he said. I pulled the panties on and found they were a thong. They covered my cock, but went up my butt crack.