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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This story is partially true.
I met her on fab, she is a dominant crossdresser and utterly exquisite. Even now my cock throbs at her memory.
This is a link to her profile.
https://m.fabswingers.com/profile/rachylbond
I refer to her as Mistress or Ms Rachyl as when we met she took on a very dominant role.
We had been chatting for some timeon Fab and kik. Where I had exchanged many revealing pictures of myself including face pics. As had she.
She had a stunning figure, was very convincing and I wanked about her frequently, but as we were both married, closeted cross dressers accommodation and scheduling where an issue.
It was a Friday afternoon, whilst at work and after a boozy lunch, that I decided to check fab. There were 3 missed messages from Ms Rachyl, saying that she was free and could accommodate that very afternoon. As I read the message my cock swelled, the booze freeing me of my normal inhibitions. But all of my crossdressing attire was at home safely hidden in the garage, I didn’t have time to get back. I sent her a message saying I was sorry and explaining the reasons.
But she wouldn’t take NO for an answer and ordered me to buy new items immediately. As I worked next to a huge shopping centre that was certainly an option. Temptation and alcohol flooded through me and within an hour I was in a taxi, laden with bags of new lingerie, clothes, makeup, shoes and even a wig. Primark is a gift for a Crossdresser on a budget.
She’d given me via kik, directions to her home, where I was to enter via an open patio door at the rear of the property, that would lead directly to a bedroom where I could change. Ms Rachyl was very specific instructing me to purchase boots, and I’d managed to get some stiletto heeled, knee high, black leatherette boots from a goth shop near primark. I undressed urgently, throwing my male clothes to the floor. I’d coincidentally had a full shave only the previous evening, so my legs and cunt where lovely and smooth. I rubbed moisturiser over my naked body, relishing the smear of the cream over my smooth cunt. Finally it to dried, I unpacked my newly purchased wares. I heard Mistress calling from outside the closed door, ‘Make sure you lock the patio doors, my dear. And close the curtains. I don’t want any interruptions or the neighbours to see what a sissy sub whore I am entertaining. That’s a good girl.’
‘Yes Miss,’ I managed to blurt out, my mouth dry with nerves. |