If you love me
I am eighteen and people say I look more like a girl than like a guy, and from my early childhood I was persuaded that I was born to love men. What strange - I had a lot of friends gays and I think they're really special. There's something… something more warm… more kind in them, that in all the rest men around. They love their bodies and they think that every person must me beautiful, no matter, man or a woman, gay or not… They pay a lot of attention to human's friendship and they always eager to help you and to understand you.
Because of my appearance I had a lot of problems at school and college… but I always knew I would find relief at home… I'm a good lover and I had a lot of partners, but there were still no ideal… perfect lover. I wanted rough power from them, I wanted complete obsession…I wanted to be my lover's docile slave to do everything for him...
And then I met Stephen. He was not a gay but he seemed to be not against me… Our relation started getting more and more worm and private, and in one evening I decided to solve this problem at once. I will show to how what I want…and it will be he to decide…
So I left him watching TV and chased my room.
In the next room, I pulled a small box out from under my bed. What would Steve have thought if he had known he had been sleeping over a pair of handcuffs, a leather collar, fifty feet of white cotton rope, a gag and a pair of homemade nipple clamps? I emptied the box on the bed and began to remove my clothes. Now naked, I took a piece of paper and scribbled a note in large print. I then took the leather collar and buckled it on my neck. I then tightened it, then attached it to it a three 3-ft. chain leash. Next came the nipple clamps. I found them in some old sex-shop and experienced enough shame when buying them as there were a lot of women around… Then I discovered that incredible hot sensation they bring and I now always out them on when masturbating alone… Even now my cock got incredible hard as I was standing naked and with a collar tight on my heck - this slight feeling of helplessness was a great turn on for me!
Each clap was a wooden with a 1 ft. piece of chain, actually an old necklace, connecting them. I carefully opened the jaws of the first one and placed it over my left nipple and slowly released it. The pressure on my already hard nipple sent a shock wave through my chest. I had done this before when I was alone. This time it was different though. This time, the nipples were hard with anticipation. This time I would not be able to take them off. This time I would be at the mercy of, and under the control of...a man. Then I placed the other clap on my right nipple and then taped the note to the chain connecting them. Next came the gag. This was a red rubber ball through which I had poked a hole and threaded a piece of string. I placed the ball in my mouth, made sure it fit snuggly behind my teeth, and tied the string behind my head. The last step was the handcuffs. I closed one on my left wrist in front of my face, making sure it was inescapable, but not too tight. Then, placing both hands behind my back, I closed the last clasp on my right wrist, no chance of turning back.
Stephen was glued to the TV set, until two thighs, which leapt in front of him, blocked his view. He rose his sight and gasped feeling a sudden hot desire harden his cock.
I knew I shocked him. With my arms locked behind, I looked helpless. With my nipples squeezed and hard, I looked ever so inviting. For the first time in the six months that we had been dating, he noticed how sexy I look when acting like a woman - this was written on his face.
The note had a simple verse and the handcuff key was taped to it. It read, "If you love me, please have your way with me. If you cannot accept me as I am, then you are free to leave. If you stay, I ask only that you turn off the TV and be in no hurry to use this key." …
Stephen used a lot of things that day that were new to him. He used all my homemade equipment. He found and used my box of toys. He used my body in ways he had never known a man could pleasure a man. He did not use the key until the long hours of the evening. I found pleasure I had never known I could experience. I found there was a fine line between pleasure and pain. I found what I had been searching for since she was a young boy, many, many years ago. Such time wasted. Such pleasure lost, such memories never given life...
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