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strap-on phone sexI knew strap-on training would be right up your alley the moment I laid eyes on you. You don’t look like that much of a sissy but the way you carried yourself bespoke a hidden submissive. I watched you closely at the party and eventually made certain our paths crossed again. Chatting with you a few minutes over a glass of wine we started making snide comments in regards to some fashion choices made by other revelers. From your comments alone I knew that at the very least you’d worn your share of silky panties. Right then is when I started writing your story with me. I foresaw our future. By night’s end we were fast friends and had exchanged numbers for a casual dinner sometime next week.

Plead for my strap-on.

We met at a little bistro around the corner from my pied-à-terre that served tapas and fine wines. Sometime into the early evening, after a couple of glasses, conversation took a turn. Looking at me conspiratorially you inquired if you could make a confession to me. Well, of course, I assured you. Your words tumbled from your mouth as you spilled the beans on your secret subbie. Your inner child was in fact actually a strap-on slut longing to be taken. You admitted to wearing soft undies underneath your jeans even at that moment. I knew that after just another bottle you and I would be heading back to my place for some edging fun and the night would just begin.

The light in which you drew yourself was that of someone just somewhat involved in the lifestyle. But bit by bit through some intense guided masturbation after you’d stripped down to you blue satin bikini, you bared it all to me. The way you pinched your nipples had me reaching for my clover leaf clamps like a hawk and before you could protest your breath hissed in pain and I knew you were mine. Binding and tying, clamping and prodding, I had you kneeling on the floor by my bed. Slowly and steadily I worked deep inside of you, stretching your man cunt until I found your prostate. Your whimpers and gasps gave it away. Grinding deeply I whispered and stroked until your submission spurted from your cock. My strap on milked you successfully, and I raised my hand to your tongue to clean me and to reinforce your cum eating reward.