Passion for Power. By. BMAN.
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I started cross-dressing in my teens, it always gave me such a feeling satisfaction. Luckily, I had an older sister, and she saved her unwanted clothes for me to wear. She was the one that taught me how to apply makeup and hair style. She was very understanding of me and my need to dress in female clothing. I always loved her for that.
My biggest problem was keeping it hidden. In my college years, I sought out others who also liked to cross-dress. That made me feel like it was not just me. During this time I had several girlfriends, but they didn't share my passion for cross-dressing. I quit trying to find female company.
In my senior year, I met this guy that was also a cross-dresser and was into BDSM. He was very dominant and I, of course, was very submissive. We had some great times together that last year. We played a lot of sexual games, that always led to me being tied up and fucked.
After graduation, we parted and I never saw him again. I went on to become a high school science teacher. I was in my sixth year of teaching when all of this happened. Nobody at the school knew I was a closet cross-dresser, because I did it mostly at home.
I would finish my class work, then take a shower and dress up like a female. Fixing dinner, cleaning and doing the wash. I could do all that, even wearing my high heels. Sometimes, I would dress in my French maid outfit. That always got me in the mood to masturbate.
During school vacations, I would begin to dress up and go out in public. One day I was leaving to go shopping, when my neighbor Mrs. Lambert walked by and waved. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Lambert. Are you a friend of Mr. Collins?" I smiled. "I've been here before. I'm Donna. Paul's sister."
Mrs. Lambert looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I can see the resemblance. How is your brother?" I was so please I had fooled Mrs. Lambert, with my clothes and makeup. "Yes, he's fine. Typical man. Thinks he can do everything himself."
I finished my shopping and even went into a ladies apparel store and bought some sexy panties. For all intents and purposes, everyone thought I was a female. That made me very happy and it turned a mile stone in my life.
I began looking around for clubs or hangouts where gay men and cross-dressers would be. Turns out, there were only two such places. I never accepted any offers for sex, I just liked to mingle and have conversation with like minded men. Ruby was a man about my age that I got on with very well. We usually met up on the weekends.
High school graduation was over and summer vacation had started. I decided to dress up and go out more. I needed to get out of mt comfort zone. I was becoming bored with just dressing up and staying home.
One Saturday evening late, I experienced what most women fear. I was accosted by two men. I think their motive was to rape me, but one of them put his hand up my dress and felt my cock and balls. "SHIT! This ain't no woman. It's a guy!"
That was the beginning of events that would change my life from that point on. They took me across the street into the park. They led me through the bushes and up to a big tree. My mouth was gagged, my eyes blindfolded, and they tied me to the tree.
One man ripped my dress open, uncovering my bra with the false boobs. He also tore my panties off, exposing my shaved genitalia. They both laughed. "Stand there and let everyone see you for what you are, bitch!"
I could only imagine what I must have looked like tied to that tree. High heel shoes, thigh high black stockings, black lace garter belt and a blonde wig. It was about this time I heard someone coming. There were three distinct voices and they were all male.
"WOW! Hey guys look at this!" I heard some laughter. "Yeah, a guy dressed up like a woman. Except he's got a dick where his pussy should be." They laughed out loud.
One of them removed the blindfold and that's when my fear set in. They were former students of the high school where I taught. The big one was Bruce, all around high school bully. The other one was Carl, the football jock. The last one was Gary, the class clown. They were all 18 and had graduated that year.
Gary yanked my wig off and suddenly they all stepped back. "It's Mr. Collins!" Bruce had a big smile on his face. "You guys know what this means?" Carl pulled out his cell phone. "Yeah! Let's take lots of pictures." I had never been so humiliated in all my life.
To make things even worse, I had one of those moments when my cock began to swell up. The more the boys made fun of it, the harder it got. "Looking good, Mr. Collins!" Carl laughed. "Looks like a flag pole."
Gary and Carl untied me from the tree. "Lets get him outta here before the cops come by." They led me to Gary's car and shoved me in the back seat. We drove away from the park. Bruce unzipped his pants and smiled at me. "I got something hard for you to suck on."
I held up my hands. "Please, just take me home." Bruce reached over and slapped my face. "You know how many pictures we got of you tied to the tree? Your dick with a big hard-on?" I cringed. "Please, you can't show anyone those pictures."
Bruce slapped my face again. "Then you better start sucking my dick right now!" I felt so helpless as I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. Carl took some more pictures with his phone. Once again, my cock was getting rock hard and Carl's hand was playing with it.
Suddenly, my mouth was filled with Bruce's sperm. His hand held my head down as his cock pumped his seed down my throat. They all laughed as I raised up with sperm dripping from my face. "You did real good Mr. Collins. We have to keep you around." Gary pulled his car into the drive way.
All three of them went inside with me. Once inside, Bruce slapped my face again. "Get on your knees!" I quickly knelt down. Bruce looked down at me. "Hands behind your head!" I quickly obeyed.
That evening Bruce the bully, told me what was going to happen. I was going to be their slave unless I wanted my pictures posted all over the internet. The didn't leave without making me understand where my place was.
My belly was filled with sperm from Gary and Carl. My ass was filled with sperm from Bruce and it was also burning red from the spanking Bruce gave me. My nipples were red and sore from constant pinching, twisting and pulling. They made me lay on the floor with my face in my own sperm. It was almost 2 AM when they left.
The next morning I sat in the kitchen, remembering last night and all the memories it brought back. My close friend Cory, how he introduced me to BDSM. All the fun times we had and how it ended with me getting masturbated and fucked. Just like last night with those boys.
Over the next several weeks the boys took advantage of their power over me. They agreed that I would be referred to as `Sissy' from now on. Of course, my French maid uniform was their favorite. They made me wear it almost all time, unless they wanted me to stay naked.
Sometimes all three would come over, sometimes just two of them and sometimes just one of them would drop by. I was beginning to wait in anticipation as to who would drop by on any day. Usually on the weekends all three would be there. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, Bruce came by.
He sat down on the sofa and ordered me to bring him a beer. Beer was something I had to keep in stock for them. He leaned back. "Strip for inspection!" I quickly stripped, placing my hands behind my head and spreading my legs wide apart.
Bruce enjoyed playing with me as I stood there naked. He knew it excited me, and he would bring me to the edge, but not allow me to cum. "Bring me the leather paddle." I always had to bring it between my teeth. He pointed to the floor. "Bend over and put your head down!" He made me count ever strike on my ass.
That evening, I cooked him dinner. He made me crawl under the table and keep his cock in my mouth while he ate. I was not allowed to suck it, just hold it. After everything was cleaned and put away, he made me preform the `Sissy Show'.
The Sissy show was basically a strip and masturbate show. I had to preform a dance to music and strip my clothes off. When I was naked, I had to masturbate in time to whatever music was played. Upon completion, I was to service any and all cocks in the room.
Bruce spent the night. He tied me to the bed and fucked me twice that night. He fucked me again the next morning before we showered. I washed him clean and then I shaved myself clean while he watched.
I was slowly becoming the bully's bitch, and I was liking it. Bruce spanked my ass two or three times a day, and I liked it. He slapped my face to make me listen and make me stand naked in the corner. All of it would make my cock hard. I found myself wanting to please him anyway I could.
Carl and Gary were fine, but they didn't affect me the way Bruce did. By the end of that summer, I was a complete and utter slave to the boys. It would soon be time for me to start teaching classes again. I was not sure how I would react to my teaching routine again. Especially after the summer I had.
END.