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Part 4: Locked by Ryan
My switching dildo antics made Ryan laugh so much. There was something about him, something that had lived in a vanilla, married world where the idea of driving a cock into someone and then switching up to their face was alien.
"She'd never do that". Was his typical reply.
He was in a way a lost soul. He'd lived in a world where coming out was tough, impossible almost. However, he'd married, had kids and was sort of content. Just with a deep sexual longing within him.
"Oh I know you want this and one day I'm going to make it a reality for you" my voice, loaded with horniness and cheekiness said.
Our talks of meeting were semi serious without ever getting the details down but I knew it would happen eventually.
Suddenly I drove my mouth dildo deep, causing me to splutter thick throat gunge all over it and causing Ryan to laugh "oi, smear that grunge all over your dumb face".
I did as I was told, still lightly bouncing on the dildo in my ass. The smell of my throat gunge turning me on even more as I smeared my face. There was then the now typical, random hanging up and logging off my Ryan. Leaving me hanging.
There was a sensational moment of frustration as I grabbed my lock junk and shook it. In any other moment I'd have pulled it out, jerked off and as I always did, fed myself with my cum. I loved eating my load. For all sorts of reasons that no one could ever really understand truly, but I did.
There was suddenly a fat tear in my right eye as the realisation dawned on me. All dressed up in my leathers, dildo in my ass and throat gunge all over my face and no way to relieve.
"Sort yourself out slut" I said to myself as I slapped my face. A little splatter flying from it. "You're in this life now". I'd turned to look at myself in the mirror. My left, leather gloved hand licked as I looked at myself. "Guess you're about to get more stupid".
I set myself a challenge of crumbling further now. As much as Ryan could deliver for me in the brief calls I had to own this now, to be it, to be proud of it.
I pulled on a black t-shirt. "This is me now. I dress like this except when I'm told and I goon as much as I can".
I sent Ryan a message informing him of this and waited for a reply.
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