2 comments/ 23184 views/ 2 favorites Games We Play By: Sonnetprose “Those jerks!” I kept muttering to myself as I walked through the nippy air. Up until about 15 minutes ago I’d been having a wonderful time at the bars with my friends. I couldn’t but help sneer at the mention of the word “friends”. The air was cold and I hugged my arms tight over my chest as I walked along the path that followed the river, it would lead me pretty close to home and a hot shower on a late October night. My friends, once again the sneer, had left me at the bar as they wondered off to another, being too drunk to realize that perhaps the number in their party had in fact been shortened by one; myself. I puffed out a sigh and watched the cold plume of air hang for a moment in the air before disappearing. My boots clicked on the walk way as I walked at a rather fast pace, trying to stay warm. Riding in a car was a lot warmer than walking in the middle of the night and I regretted not having a coat with me, being dressed in a black bell sleeved shirt and a knee length skirt of black with maroon lace overlay. I wore fishnet stockings with a garter belt just for fun tonight with the new knee high black boots that were currently clicking along the path. My mind was still whirling with so many thoughts of what I’d do to get back at my friends that I didn’t notice the noise behind me at first. In fact I might have even shrugged it off due to the fact I was enjoying my evil thoughts. I stopped suddenly and scowled, blew out another sigh of frustration and then sadness wash over me. What if they hadn’t accidentally left me? What if they did it on purpose? The thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks and I sat down on the bench on the side of the trail. Again the sigh puffed out into the night. “You really should have a coat on…you might catch your death in chill," the words came out of nowhere and startled me something fierce and causing me to jump something like three feet up. I looked up at the source of the words and saw nothing but a shadow with a glowing ember, the smell of clove teasing my nose. Stupid stupid stupid, I thought to myself as I now found myself seated on a bench in the middle of the night, in the middle of no where with a smoking stranger about 4 feet away from me. “I apologize, I did not realize that you were mute as well,” I could hear amusement in his voice as I saw the glow from the cigarette brighten as he took a drag, and slowly exhaled before stepping out of the shadows provided by the trees. I caught my breath as I recognized the same guy from the bars earlier. He’d always been in the corner of my eye, seemingly always watching but never approaching, much to my secret disappointment. The sound of a throat clearing brought me back to my present predicament and I looked up into two piercing green eyes. “I’m fine, really. It’s not that cold,” I finally said, suppressing a shiver at either the cold or my nervousness. His grin told me that he knew otherwise. “Is this the part where I hand over my purse now?” I asked quietly, still captured by the gaze of the green eyes. The man had shoulder length black hair that was combed back neatly from his pale face. My eyes roamed over his body taking in the black boots and jeans and working up to the tucked-in navy blue t-shirt with a black over shirt, all under a semi long black leather coat. He watched me look him over while taking another drag from the cigarette, an amused look upon his face. “Well I normally don’t make a habit of robbing lovely young women in the middle of the night, but if you really would like me to I could manage something I’m sure,” he replied with a smirk. “Oh,” came my reply, feeling somewhat relieved but foolish at the same time, “Why are you here?” “I happen to like walking the trail during the night, no joggers, no roller-bladers, just serenity and the stars,” he said drawing closer and dropping the cigarette butt to snuff out under his boot. I watched his fluid movements before it dawned on me that he was holding his arm out like a proper gentleman. I looked up into his face and saw a kind smile and decided against my better judgment. I stood up and placed my hand tentatively on his leather-clad arm. His cool hand slid over mine and I couldn’t hide the shiver that slipped over my body, somehow I was certain that it wasn’t due to the cold. My escort mistook the cause of the shiver and paused to shed his jacket and held it behind me, waiting till I slid my arms into the coat. He then again took my arm gently and we continued to walk along the path. My thoughts wondered about the strange man and how I actually liked wearing his coat, it smelled like rich leather, cloves and aftershave. “…your friends,” his words broke into my thoughts. “Hmmm?” I asked looking up to him. “I said they’re not very bright, your friends,” He replied as we continued to walk along. “You saw us tonight?” It was more of a statement than a question. He nodded his reply with a slight glance down at me. “Maybe they’re just tired of hearing me whine I guess. Maybe if I was in their shoes I would have left me behind too,” I continued quietly, my eyes cast down upon the path we were walking on. “Why would you say something like that?” he asked me. “My boyfriend left a few months back,” I said quietly, “He left a note saying that of course it wasn’t my fault but he needed to move on and that I wasn’t welcome to go with him.” My companion didn’t say anything but shook his head in disbelief as we continued to walk on. Now it was my turn to ask a question. “How come you didn’t say hello all night before now?” I asked as I looked up at his face. He looked down into my face and a smile crept across his lips, “I guess you could say that I’m a patient person. I know that something valuable shouldn’t be handled cheaply.” I could feel the blush creep over my cheeks, coloring them as I looked back down at the ground. I heard his soft chuckle as he pulled me to a stop under one of the lampposts. With a gentle finger he lifted my chin and brushed his lips across mine, they were cool and I could smell the faint scent of his clove cigarettes. I closed my eyes wondering to myself what the hell I was doing but leaned into the kiss anyways. It felt so right and after Doug leaving me, I was hungry for the attention. His hands cupped my face gently as I slid mine up his sides and around his back. I stifled a moan as the kiss ended and we parted, I opened up my eyes to look up into his for a moment before resuming my blush. “That looks good on you sweets,” He murmured as he looked down at me with something in his eyes. I involuntarily took a step back and was promptly stopped by the lamppost as he stepped forward, keeping minimal distance between us. He brought his hand up and let his fingers drift across my cheek and back into my dark hair. Something was wrong here but my body didn’t care in the least as he pressed closer and placed his other hand upon my waist. I brought my hands up to his chest, hoping to keep some space between us but felt his body press against mine, trapping me between him and the lamppost. He brought his lips down against mine again, but this time with was more passion, more urgency. My mouth surrendered to his as I felt his tongue dance with mine. My mind screamed at me for doing this but I wasn’t listening for some reason. His hand rested on the back of my neck while his other trailed up my side to cup my breast, thumb running over my nipple, teasing it with his touch. I couldn’t hold back the moan that seeped out this time and heard some voice inside call me a traitor but I had already quit listening to it. He pulled back a bit and slid up my shirt slowly, exposing my skin to the cold October air. He then leaned down and lightly nibbled the tops of my breasts above the lace of my bra. I closed my eyes and let out a breath that I seemed to have been holding. He moved his hands down to cup both breasts, hooking his thumbs in the red lace and pulling it down, freeing my pierced nipples before leaning down and nipping at them, teasing them to stand for him. I leaned my head against the lamppost and closed my eyes as I gave myself over to the sensations his lips were causing. He stood up and again pressed his lips tightly against mine, tongue demanding entrance to my mouth as his hands moved over my body. My hard nipples were pressed against his chest as he crushed his kiss into me and I gladly accepted it. One hand pressed against the small of my back as his other slipped under my skirt and up along my thigh, finding the top of my stockings and paying with the garter that held them in place. My hand pulled out the tucked in t-shirt and sought out the skin under it, cool to my touch undoubtedly from the night air. I raked my nails lightly across his chest and over his nipples, toying with them as he did with mine. His body responded by pressing harder to mine and I gladly accepted it with a groan. I jumped as his fingers brushed my underwear-covered mound. My eyes opening in slight surprise only to see his intense gaze devouring my face, and he paused. I could barely manage the whisper that passed over my lips, “Please?” As soon as the words barely left my lips his hand grasped at thin material and roughly yanked it away, the delicate lace briefly biting into my skin before giving way under his strength. I opened my lips to scream but his hand was over my mouth, muffling it into a mere moan. My eyes were wide open now as I tried to push him away with out much avail. Either he was unnaturally strong or my body didn’t want to push him away but made the motions to appease my mind. His hand still covered my mouth as his lips once again sought out my nipples. His other fingers played lightly over the soft bare lips under my skirt. I moaned into his hand and closed my eyes again as my legs involuntarily spread a bit, allowing him greater access. His finger teased the folds before dipping in a bit to run the length of my slit. He straightened up and brought his lips to my ear, softly whispering to me, “I see you don’t mind as much as you seem to let on.” I blushed deeper and whimpered with embarrassment as knew what he was talking about; how wet I was now. “Shhhh,” he whispered into my ear, teasing it with the caress of his lips, “Nothing to be embarrassed about sweets.” I shivered as his fingers again brushed over my slit, thumb seeking out my clit and rubbing soft circles around it as I writhed against him. Slowly I felt his finger slide inside and my muscles clenched at him as I inhaled a breath. He continued to push his finger in and out as his thumb continued to circle my clit, pulling out whimpers from my still covered mouth. My hands slid around his body under his shirt and pulled him closer as he removed his hand from my lips and replaced it with his hungry mouth. Our kiss was fierce as his fingers pulled free from my wet tunnel. I could feel him undoing the button on his jeans but he wasn’t fast enough, my hands took over the task, hurriedly pulling on the button and dragging down the zipper on his jeans. His hands moved back to my breasts, tugging on my nipple rings and kneading my flesh. I had him free from his jeans in but a few moments, holding him in my hands, fingers brushing over his length and watching him lean his head back a bit in pleasure. He pulled up my skirt as I guided him to my entrance, his head pressing against me, eager to push inside. My hands moved up to his neck as he slid his hands under my rear and lifted me up against the lamppost, my legs wrapped about his waist as he thrust in causing me to gasp for air, eyes wide. I captured his lips with mine as he thrust against me, my body bouncing against him as my nipples rubbed against his chest. I leaned my head back as he thrust in, filling me over and over with his length, my arms still wrapped about his neck. I moaned into the night air, my breath visible still with each exhale of air into the cold night that was quickly heating up for me. I rocked my hips as much as I could, wanting to feel more and more of him as he thrust. “Faster,” I gasped as my body felt tingly and hot against him. He complied and thrust up into me with urgency, whispering into my ear, “Give yourself to me, cum for me, please me.” My nails dug into his back as I came close to cumming, his breath on my ear driving me wild as my moans started out soft but quickly climbed as I felt the orgasm wash over my body. I screamed my lust into the night, not caring if I was heard, lost in his touch and breath upon my neck. I never saw his face change or the growth of fangs occur until I felt them scrape across my neck and then bite down into my flesh as I rode him, pressed against the lamppost as he drank deeply. The waves of orgasm softened as he pulled his teeth out and I closed my eyes in bliss. We were snuggled together closely as we walked up to my front stairs and stopped at the door. I turned to look at him, gazing up into his mischievous green eyes as he regarded me. “We keep doing this and I’m going to run out of underwear,” I scolded him with a grin. “Sweets, if you wouldn’t wear that stuff in the first place then we wouldn’t have to worry about it,” he laughed as he leaned down and nuzzled my neck next to his bite marks, “What did your friends say when you asked to be left at the bar?” “They rolled their eyes at me, saying we were weird,” I giggled back at him, encased in his arms. “I wouldn’t trade our games for anything in the world, sweets,” he replied smiling down at me. I turned to open my door and stepped inside, looking back at him expectantly as he stood still on the other side of my door. “Since when have you needed an invitation to come in?” I asked with a smirk. “Not since the first time I brought you home sweets,” came his reply as he then chased me into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom with a grin that promised lots more to come. Games We Play My wife and I are very happily married with a fairly active sex life but I always seem to want more. So once every couple of months we play a sexual "game" for about a week that is designed to get me hornier than hell and keep me hard and without allowing me to cum. Have I mentioned I like to crossdress? My wife doesn't totally embrace my crossdressing but she does tolerate it and is a good enough sport that she's sometimes willing to participate and enhance my experience. Out of respect for my wife I only dress up when she's not home or when we play the "game". I'm also an exhibitionist. But not the type that likes to streak or flash women with a hard-on. No, I like to go out in public dressed as a woman. I'm not passable so most of my excursions are early morning or late at night when there's a chance of being seen but no guarantee. The thought of being caught while I'm dressed all feminine really turns me but I'd die of humiliation if I was caught. I usually select pretty conservative outfits when I go outside. In fact sometimes when I'm wearing women's low rise jeans or shorts with a woman's polo top someone might mistake the clothing for men's from behind but wouldn't mistake me from the front. That's because I always wear a stuffed bra but the amount of stuffing varies with how risqué I want the outfit to be. I have bras with cup sizes of B through 40DD and when my bra is filled with my 40DD breast forms they can be seen from a block away. Other times I will wear a skirt or dress with heels but again they're pretty conservative and not designed to attract attention. That's not say I don't have a lot of very sexy and revealing clothing but I usually don't leave the house when I'm dressed like that. I say usually, because when we play the "game" and my wife participates in my crossdressing, she sometimes orders me to dress like a slut, or even worse, only in sexy lingerie then sends me outside. The "game" my wife and I play has very specific rules that I must follow or the game ends. As I indicated the game lasts for a week and if I follow every order then I'm rewarded with an entire week and weekend of crossdressing. My wife's goal is to end the game early by ordering me to do something and I refuse. The game starts with me e-mailing my wife with an activity I want her to force me to complete as well as what woman's outfit I want to wear the following weekend. The outfit must be feminine enough it can't be mistaken for men's clothing -- so much for going out in pants! The activity must be away from our house in a public location where there's a better than even chance of me being seen. Also, the activity must be one I've never completed before and one I'd only complete if I was horny enough. Meaning if I'd complete it without a week of build up and blue balls, then it's not risqué enough. My wife then comes up with some activities in risqué outfits that are challenging for me to complete during the week. Only if I successfully complete every activity she give me will she order me to complete the activity I initially told her I wanted to do and then be allowed a weekend of crossdressing. This also gives my wife has a week to think about what she can change about my upcoming weekend's activity or outfit to make it more risqué. Yes she has authority to modify the activity or outfit as she sees fit. I'm normally the dominant in our relationship but when I crossdress I become very submissive and it's my wife's turn to be in charge. It must be my good Catholic upbringing that gives me so much guilt over pleasure because I could never perform the activities dressed the way my wife orders me to on my own. But being ordered by my wife I have no guilt and get turned on beyond belief. For instance, I once wanted to be taken for a ride in the car early one Saturday morning with her driving and I dressed in a skirt, top, bra, pantyhose and heels. I'd be forced to sit in the passenger seat of our car dressed as a woman while she drove me anywhere she chose and I'd be completely at her mercy. Perhaps another driver might pull along our car and see me or my wife would drive on the highway and then along side a truck keeping pace with it till the driver noticed me. I'd have no choice but to be seen, embarrassed and humiliated! The ultimate turn-on for me!! I performed every activity throughout the week and was looking forward to my reward -- the drive in the car. With a week to think about it, my wife came up with a few enhancements to my fantasy to make it more risqué. Instead of pantyhose and B-cup bra, my wife ordered me to wear a garterbelt with stockings and the matching panties and 40DD bra. The skirt was a mini skirt vs. the one I wanted which came to my knees and the top she chose was sheer. She also had me put on make-up, clip-on earrings and a long blonde wig. As soon as I sat in the car I knew I would attract the attention of anyone who glanced my way. Besides the sheer top over the red bra, my skirt was so short the tops of my stockings and garters showed. As we backed out of the driveway and headed for the highway, I just kept telling myself I asked for it and to enjoy the ride (yes, a play on words). I swear my wife hit every red light intentionally so we'd have to stop and allow other cars to pull alongside. I refused to look at another car's passengers but out of the corner of my eye I could see some drivers or passengers do a double take when they looked at me. I said "Mistress, are you slowing down to hit all the red lights on purpose?" When I'm dressed as a woman I'm not allowed to call my wife anything but Mistress and she calls me slut. It's a constant reminder that she's in charge and I must do whatever she orders me to. "Yes slut, you do want to be seen dressed as a woman don't you? Otherwise why did you pick this activity? She continued talking without giving me a chance to respond. "I'm going to spend the next couple of hours showing you off as much as I can. But if you want me to stop, just say the safe word and I'll drive you home. But remember what happens if you use the safe word." "Blue balls" was my safe word and it was also very descriptive. According to the rules of the game, which stupid ass me created, if I chicken out and refuse to do whatever my wife orders me to, then the game ends immediately and without me cumming, my wife will lock a chastity device on my cock. For the next four weeks I must satisfy her every sexual want and need but get no sexual release -- hence the safe word blue balls. Only after the four weeks have passed will my wife give me a chance to have the chastity device removed. And per the rules of the game that I wrote, I must perform the same activity I refused to do four weeks prior only in a more risqué outfit. If I refuse again, then its four more weeks in the chastity device till I'm allowed the opportunity to perform the same activity. My wife will not release my cock from the chastity device until I perform whatever activity she originally ordered no matter how long it takes me give in and perform it. Talk about blue balls! This is definitely a great incentive to do whatever risqué things my wife dreams up. And since my wife would never order me to do something that would get me arrested, there's no reason not to do whatever she orders other than my complete and total embarrassment and humiliation. To date I've always done as ordered but she is making it more difficult every time we play the game. Needless to say I didn't use the safe word and she continued to drive me around. When we got on the highway my wife did pull along side a couple of big rigs and even a tour bus. Because of the tinted windows on the buss my wife couldn't tell if anyone was looking at me so she honked the horn a few times to make sure I had everyone's attention. She ordered me to smile and face the buss then wave until we passed the bus. How humiliating! I couldn't see who was looking at me but they could sure look down into the car and see all of me. And I had to smile at them and continue waving for the three minutes it took my wife to finally pass the bus. I know my face was as red as the color of the lingerie I was wearing. By this time we were out of town and into an area that wasn't heavily populated. My wife took the next highway exit and pulled over and stopped. She turned to me and said "OK slut its time for you to get out and go for a walk." "What do you mean go for a walk?" I asked. "You're going to get out of the car and walk across the overpass to the other side of the highway where I'll pick you up." I thought about what I as wearing and said "Oh Shit" to myself. Granted we were out of town but occasionally there were cars on this overpass. And anyone on the highway looking up would see me. I knew I didn't have a choice so I reluctantly got out of the car. As soon as I closed the door my wife locked it then rolled down the window a couple on inches. She said "If I drive across the overpass right now I'll have to wait for you. So I'm going to get back on the highway and drive up a couple of exits then get off and turn around. It may take me 15 or 20 minutes but you don't mind waiting do you slut?" Of course I minded waiting! I was dressed like a slut and if anyone used the overpass I was guaranteed to be seen. There was no place for me to hide!! What if a person driving passed me stopped? What would I do? What could I say? My wife burst out laughing at the worried look on my face and said "Have fun slut and I'll see you soon." And with that she drove off and back onto the highway. I was abandoned dressed like a slut and I just knew I was going to be caught. I had no choice so I walked across the overpass and waited for my wife to return. Numerous people driving on the highway must have looked up and saw. I just hoped they were driving too fast to see I was a man dressed as a slut! Almost as soon as I got to the other side of the highway a car exited the highway from the same direction my wife and I did. Thank God it turned right vs. left or it would have driven right passed me. Now I was worried. What direction would the next car take and would I be caught? I finally saw my wife's car coming down the highway but looking the other direction I also saw a pick-up truck exiting the other side of the highway. I willed my wife to drive faster but no to avail. I bet she was going under the speed limit based on all the cars that were passing her. I knew she was driving slowly on purpose to leave me exposed as long as possible and give me the most chance to be seen. The pick-up made it to the end of the exit and made a left. It was coming towards me and there was nothing I could do. Oh my God! My wife was now on the exit ramp but it looked like the pick-up was going to get to me before my wife did. Damn couldn't my wife drive any faster? I stood there frozen not knowing what to do -- not that I really had any choices. The driver of the pick-up could not miss seeing me and sure enough he slowed down and stopped next to me. The passenger window rolled down and I saw there were two men in the pick-up. They both stared at me then must have concluded I was a man dressed as a slut because they started laughing and making obscene comments. I was so humiliated! About that time my wife pulled up and stopped about 20 feet behind me. Why didn't she pull up along side me so I could jump in the car? It only took me a second to figure out why. She finally forced me into a situation where I was caught and she wanted to make the most of it. I started walking towards my wife's car as fast as I could in heels and one of the men yelled "Where you going slut? We'd like to talk to you." I didn't stop, I didn't turn around and I didn't answer. I reached my wife's car and tried to open the passenger door. It was locked. My wife used the button on her side to roll down the window an inch. We could talk but I couldn't reach in and unlock the door. She asked "Having fun slut?" "No!" I yelled "Let me in." "But your fantasy is to be seen and now you're being seen." "Please let me in." I pleaded "This is embarrassing." "What will you do to be let in the car?" She asked "Anything, just open the door. Please!" I begged "You'll do anything?" She said with an evil grin I knew I was in trouble. My wife thought for a minute or two then started giggling "You are to walk back to within an arm's length of the truck and apologize to the nice men for not answering their question." "I can't do that!" My wife continued as if I hadn't even spoken "Then you'll ask what they wanted to talk about. You will stand there and talk with them for at least five minutes or they leave whichever comes first." "I won't do that!" "Yes you will or I'm going to drive off and leave you. I'll come back for you but it won't be for at least two hours. What's it going to be slut?" I knew my wife wasn't kidding and would drive off and abandon me. I learned this the hard way once when I thought she was bluffing to get me to do something. Well stupid ass me called her bluff and she drove off. Needless to say this time I chose the lesser of two evils and said I would go talk to the men. She said "I knew you'd see it my way. But because you didn't immediately do what I told you to you need to be punished. Don't you slut?" Damn the rules of the game! If I ever say "no" then give in and do it anyway I get punished. "Yes Mistress. I need to be punished." I looked over at the pick-up and saw it was still parked there only the driver had shut off the engine. The men weren't going anywhere till they saw how this played out. I'm sure they couldn't hear our conversation but it was obvious I was locked out of the car with no place to hide. My wife said "Listen carefully. You will do exactly as I say or I will drive off. You are to walk back to truck and apologize to the men for not answering their question. Then you are to ask the men if they'd like to see your sexy red lingerie to make up for it. I'm sure they'll say yes. And when they do I want you to take off your skirt fold it and lay it on the hood of their truck. Then take off your blouse, fold it and lay it on top of your skirt." "Now you may ask them what they wanted to talk about. Only this time there will be no five minute rule. You are to stand there in just your bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings and heels and talk to the nice men for as long as they want. Only when they drive off are you allowed to come back here. Oh, and don't forget to get your skirt and blouse before they leave." Oh fuck! I didn't want to do this but my only option was to use the safe word and that just meant I'd be back here in four weeks with the same task. My wife had me and she knew it. I had no option but to walk up to two strange men and humiliate myself beyond belief. I said "I'll do it. But what if another car comes along?" "Then another car comes along. I hope they stop so you can talk to them too. In fact I hope a dozen cars come by and stop. After all, the goal of your game is to get you seen isn't it?" I stood there frozen afraid to move. "Slut, you better be on your way before I count to three or I'm going to make you offer them blowjobs. One, two..." And I was on my way. Sure I'd fantasized about giving a blowjob and had even shared the fantasy with my wife but it was only a fantasy. I'd never sucked a cock and never would. I slowly walked towards the truck getting more embarrassed with every step. The two men just sat in the cab and grinned at me. They couldn't know the reason why but it was obvious I couldn't get into the car and I was reluctantly walking back to them. Who knew what was going through there minds. I just hoped they stayed in the truck and drove off after a few minutes. When I got within an arm's length distance (as ordered) I said "I'm sorry I continued walking to my Mistress's car without answering your question." My face was as red as the lingerie they would soon be seeing. They both got shit eating grins and I immediately knew I made a mistake. I referred to my wife as Mistress as I always do when we play the game and now they knew I was a slave and had no say in matters. My cock immediately got hard. I couldn't help myself. After a week of cock teasing by my wife I was ready to do almost anything to cum and being dominated turned me on. At this point it didn't matter that my wife's domination was forcing me to humiliate myself in front of two men I didn't know. As horny as I was I still couldn't believe what I was about to say, but I had no choice if I didn't want my wife to abandon me. "Would you like to see my sexy red lingerie to make up for me being so rude?" "Hell yes!" they both said. If it was possible, my face got even redder with embarrassment. I glanced back at my wife who was now out of her car and sitting on the hood watching me with a big smile on her face. I turned back to the men and thought I better get this over before another car comes along. I slowly pulled my skirt down till it was over my hips and fell to the ground. I stepped out of it then bent over to pick it up. I kept my legs straight not bending my knees like my Mistress had taught me. But I just couldn't bring myself to pick up my skirt with my ass facing the men. My Mistress hadn't ordered me to but I know she would have wanted me to so I would humiliate myself. I just hope she didn't punish me for not doing it. I carefully folded my skirt then took a couple of steps and laid it on the hood of their truck. I walked back to the passenger window and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. The two men knew I was a man but they still couldn't keep their eyes off my 40DD breasts. I took off my blouse, folded it, put it on top of my skirt then stepped back and stood before the two men. They stared open mouthed. Yes I was a man, but I kept my body as feminine as possible. No body hair and a figure I worked on all the time -- slim, toned but not muscular. Here I stood in my matching red bra, panties, garterbelt, white stockings and four inch red stiletto heels. I was every man's dream if only I didn't have this hard cock tucked back between my legs. The more they stared the harder my cock got. I don't know why being humiliated like this was turning me on so much but it was. I was so horny I was fantasizing about doing the unthinkable -- suck their cocks if they ordered me to. I finally asked "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" "So that's your Mistress sitting on the car?" "Yes" "She's making you do this?" "Yes" "Why don't you be a man and say no?" Shit! How do I answer this question without humiliating myself even more? I couldn't be sure if my wife could hear the conversation but I knew I couldn't take a chance. Per the rules of my stupid ass game, if someone ever catches me dressed as a woman and asks me a question, I must answer it truthfully. Just one more humiliating experience I never thought I would encounter. "Because it turns me on." I answered. "So you're getting all hot and horny standing here in front of us?" "Yes" Damn I hated my game! "So what did your Mistress order you to do?" "Stand here and talk with you till you leave." "Even if we stay here an hour?" "Yes" "What if another car comes by and stops?" I repeated what my wife said "Then another car comes by and the occupants see me." "Will you do whatever we tell you to?" How did they know the right question to ask? Per the rules of my stupid ass fucking game I must do whatever someone tells me to unless it's illegal or cause me harm. I had no idea what they had in mind but I had no choice but to answer "yes" since my wife might be able to overhear the conversation. Games We Play "OK, turn around so your ass is facing us and spread your legs so your feet are far apart." I did as instructed. "Now try to touch your toes without bending your knees and hold that position till we tell you otherwise." It was embarrassing before just standing in front of them, but this was far worse. I had to bend over into a very vulnerable position with my ass sticking up and out and facing the men. I was dreading what would happen next. They made me hold the position for a few minutes which was putting a strain on my legs because of my high heels. It was getting very uncomfortable when finally one of the men said "Now put one hand on the ground and reach between your legs with the other and stroke your cock." What??? Sure I stroke myself like every other man but not in front of anyone and especially not in front of two men. I looked up the best I could and saw my wife's shit eating grin. She was obviously enjoying watching the men humiliate me. This clearly sent me the message that I had better do whatever the men ordered. I put my left hand on the ground and reached up with my right and started rubbing my cock through my panties. My cock was tucked back between my legs so the head was facing the men. The more I rubbed the more pre-cum got on my panties creating a wet spot I knew the men could see. For some reason the humiliation of being forced to stroke my cock for the men was turning me on. My cock was as hard as it ever had been. "Stop" one of the men said "Stand up, turn around and face us." I did and my face was equal parts red from embarrassment and flushed with sexual excitement. "Spread your legs again and put your hands behind your back." I assumed the position and my 40DD boobs were thrust out even further. I wondered what was coming next. "Did you like stroking your cock for us slut?" I wanted to say no but the game required me to answer truthfully. "Yes" "Yes what?" asked a man "Yes, I liked stroking my cock for you." "If she's your Mistress then we're your Masters. So let me ask again, did you like stroking your cock for us slut?" It was embarrassing to say but also a turn-on to verbally admit they were in charge by calling them Masters. "Yes, I liked stroking my cock for you Master." "Are you hard now?" "Yes, Master" "Prove it. Take off your panties and lay them on top of your blouse." I never saw this one coming and didn't want to do it. Exposing my rock hard cock to the two men and them knowing it was hard because they were dominating me about was just too much. And besides it would be illegal and I could go to jail which was not part of the game. I looked back at my wife with pleading eyes for help. I needed her to tell them no. Instead she said "Do as your Masters order. No one else is around and if a car comes I'm sure your Masters will let you in their truck for a price." I turned back to the truck and slowly removed my panties. My cock sprung free and was pointing up at a 45 degree angle. I put my panties on top of my blouse then stepped back to where I had been. The two men stared at my cock. I knew what they were really staring at. This morning my wife had ordered me to shave my cock and balls and then trim my pubes into a very feminine bikini trim. You know, just a narrow landing strip. I don't know why this embarrassed me more than having shaved legs but it did. My wife then said to me "Slut you know the price for not immediately following an order then doing it; you need to be punished." She then spoke to my Masters. "The slut needs to be punished for not following your orders immediately. If you don't punish him, he will not respect your authority and I cannot tolerate that." One of the men asked my wife "What kind of punishment is acceptable?" She responded "The only limit is no permanent physical harm. Beyond that the sky is the limit. But would you like me to make a few suggestions as to the type of punishment that would be appropriate?" "Please do." One of the men said. "Hold on for just a minute." My wife said as got back in the car and started it. I panicked. Was she abandoning me with these two men? She pulled the car forward till the front bumper was almost touching the rear passenger side of the truck. It formed an L but also effectively shielded me from the waist down from any cars that might drive by. She got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, smiled at me and suggested to the men that they get out the truck to discuss my punishment. Both men got out and stood next to the truck. They both looked around thirty years old and had a fit and muscular appearance like they spent a lot of time at the gym. Good looking guys dressed similarly in jeans and t-shirts. "What do you suggest? One asked my wife. "The slut has fantasized about satisfying another man when he's really horny but he never has and never will do it. Then after he cums, the thought of touching and satisfying another man completely turns him off. I suggest as a punishment you make his fantasy become a reality." My mouth dropped open. What was my wife trying to do to me? "Wait a minute. We're not gay and don't go for that type of thing." "I'm not suggesting you kiss him or fuck his ass. I'm suggesting you just stand there and let the slut get on his knees an either stroke your cocks or give you blowjobs. You can just close your eyes and pretend it's a very slutty woman taking care of you." The men actually looked like they were seriously considering it. I turned to my wife and said "Mistress, please don't make me do this! You know I don't want to suck a cock. Please, I promise I'll never not follow an order immediately again." She replied "I'm not making you do anything. These two men will decide your punishment and you will do whatever they decide. I just made a suggestion of a punishment that I know you will hate. And if they decide it's the appropriate punishment, they will be teaching you a lesson you'll never ever forget." Why was my wife doing this to me? I get off on crossdressing and the idea of being caught with the accompanying humiliation turns me on. And yes I've fantasized about being forced to suck a cock but it's only a fantasy. I have no desire to really do it! I looked at my wife and her hard nipples poking through her top and flushed face told me she was turned on by the idea. She'd never given any indication in the past she wanted to see me suck another man. In fact she had led me to believe my fantasy turned her off. So what was getting her so excited now? The idea of two strange men dominating me? The thought of me suffering the ultimate humiliation? Or was it not even about me and she just wanted to see some gay sex live? After about a minute of silence one of the men said "I think helping a lady deal with a discipline problem is the right thing to do and besides I could use some relief. I haven't cum for over a week and have got a full load of cum that the slut can swallow." I said to my wife "I can't do it." She said "Yes, you can. What you're really saying is you won't do it." "OK, then I won't do it." "Then all you have to do is say your safe word and we go home. But remember you will be back here every four weeks till you do suck a cock. And since I can't see how I can make your outfit more risqué I'll just have to make the activity more risqué. Perhaps instead of two cocks I should make you suck five or maybe even get a man to fuck your ass. So do you want to use your safe word slut?" Yes I wanted to use my safe word but I also knew my wife wasn't bluffing. If I used it, she would put a chastity device on my cock and give the only key to someone I didn't know so there would be no chance I could remove it. My only way to get the key would then be to give a blowjob no matter how long it took. Whatever her reason, my wife wanted to watch me suck a cock and she now had two men ordering me to do it. One of the men spoke to me "It sounds like you'll be sucking our cocks today or four weeks from now. So you better get on your knees and start sucking now. Because if we have to keep coming back till you do suck us off your punishment will be that much worse." I stupidly asked "What punishment could you give me that would be worse than what you've already made me do especially if I end up sucking you off today?" He just smiled but didn't answer. He knew I was going to give him a blowjob so he just undid his jeans and slid them part way down. This whole scene must have been turning him on as well as my wife because he was sporting a very long and thick erection. No one said a word as I slowly walked over to him and got down on my knees. His cock was only a couple of inches from my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at it. I'd never been this close to a man's cock before much less a hard one that I was about to suck. I opened my mouth and leaned forward. The tip of his cock entered my mouth. I ran my tongue around his cock head and it truly hit me. I had a cock in my mouth and I was going to suck it off. I didn't have a choice -- I was being ordered to do it. This had always been a fantasy but I never wanted it to happen. But now that it was, I was getting turned on. The more of his cock I took in my mouth the harder my cock became. God, I hope my wife and the other man didn't see it. And the more I thought about how humiliating it would be if they saw my hard-on and knowing it was because I was sucking a cock the harder I became. My wife noticed my erection first and pointed it out to the men by saying "Look at the slut's cock. He's hard as a rock. This must really be turning him on" The one man looked at my hard cock and started laughing at me. Then the man with the cock in my mouth pulled out and took a step back to see. He too started laughing at me. Talk about humiliation! He then brought his cock back to my mouth. I opened wide and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. He said "You like sucking my cock don't you slut?" I couldn't answer with his cock shoved in my mouth so I just moaned. This elicited a chuckle from my wife. The truth was, I was beginning to enjoy his cock in my mouth. I would never have voluntarily sucked a cock. But because I was being dominated by this man I had no choice but to give him a blowjob. This was beyond my wildest fantasy. Here I was on my knees in public just wearing a bra, garterbelt, stockings and high heels giving a blowjob while my wife and another man watched. This was pushing every one of my hot buttons - crossdressing, exhibitionism and being dominated. I was as horny and as hard as I've ever been in my life. I didn't want this to end and hoped the man lasted a long time before cumming. But if he didn't then I hoped I would be ordered to suck off the second man. All my licking and sucking was rewarding me with pre-cum which to my surprise tasted pretty good. I was hoping his load of cum that I would eventually get tasted as good. Obviously it was my first time giving a blowjob and I didn't know if I was any good until the man said "Damn this feels good!" I didn't know if I should be flattered or embarrassed. Eventually he grabbed hold of the sides of my head and began to fuck my mouth. Each stroke was a little faster and deeper till he eventually had his entire cock buried down my throat. Thank God I had practiced deep throating a dildo before while fantasizing it was a real cock. Not that I had any choice because he held my head still, but I no longer needed to lick or suck. I just kept my mouth open and he fucked my mouth just like he would a pussy. I could tell when he was getting ready to cum because his pace slowed and his cock swelled even more. I wondered if he was going to cum deep down my throat or pull out and cum all over my face. He did neither. He said "Keep your mouth open and do not swallow." Then when he started cumming, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and shot load after load of cum into my mouth. He could barely talk but he managed to warn me again "Do not swallow!" I didn't. I knelt there with my mouth open and full of his cum. I had to tilt my head back so no cum dripped out of my mouth but I did not swallow. My wife and his friend came over to look in my mouth and admire how much cum he had deposited. They both laughed when they saw my mouth filled with his hot white creamy cum. The taste was bad -- nothing like his pre-cum and it felt like I had a gallon of cum in my mouth. But being the submissive slut I was, I just knelt there. Eventually the man I just blew caught his breath and ordered me to swallow. I swallowed but the taste of his cum stayed in my mouth. I was embarrassed but also turned on beyond belief! I couldn't wait for the other man to offer me his cock to suck. Before he did my wife walked up to him and whispered in his ear. I couldn't hear what she said but based on his shit eating grin I knew he agreed with what she said. He asked me "Do you want to suck my cock slut?" The game prevented me from lying so I said "Yes". "Good. Prove it. Stroke your cock." I had no choice so I started stroking my cock. It was so hard and I was so horny I knew I'd cum in a minute so I slowed down then stopped. If I came I knew this scene would no longer turn me on. He noticed I stopped and said "Keep stroking your cock till you cum." I closed my eyes and started rubbing my cock again. I came almost immediately and sprayed my cum everywhere. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. When I was done cumming I had a silly grin on my face that said I was totally satisfied. However, it didn't last long because the guy said "Now suck my cock." Oh no!!! I'd just orgasmed. I wasn't horny anymore. I no longer fantasized about sucking a cock. I just wanted to go home. I just knelt there and didn't say or do anything. My wife said "You better start giving him a blowjob now or I'm getting in the car and driving home without you. Then you can find your own way home." I couldn't believe my wife was doing this to me! She knew once I orgasmed my mind set changed. This must be payback for all the times in the past she would tie me spread-eagle to the bed and give me a hand job. I would beg her to make me eat my cum while she was stroking me then after I came I would refuse to open my mouth so she could feed it to me. She also knows once I cum I lose all interest in crossdressing till I'm horny again. This was the ultimate in humiliation. I'm still on my knees dressed in a bra, garterbelt, stockings and high heels while two men and my wife are looking at me and the only way home is to give a blowjob! Of course I could refuse to suck his cock but then I'd be abandoned only wearing what I have on and then how would I get home? My wife's smile told me she had me where she wanted me and was enjoying it. Previously I had begged her to show me off and humiliate me all dressed up but that was because I was horny. I also had begged her to make me give a blowjob. She was just doing what I had begged for; only now I wasn't horny and no longer wanted it! Can you even imagine the embarrassment and humiliation I felt when I took his hard cock in my mouth and started sucking?