Chapter 1: Introduction
It was dark outside, the only light coming from the glow of my laptop screen. I rubbed my eyes, waking up my fingers to start another conversation.
I was alive in an alternate world, well, in a chat room, where I explored a side of me many people never got to see.
It was here I was Jim, sissy cocksucker wannabe. I nestled deeper into my chair, fingers dancing over the keys.
“Hey, handsome,” I typed to Cyclone56. “What’s up tonight?”
His response was quick. “Your ass, slut. Ready for me to own it?”
Biting my lip, I hesitated. Then: “Yes, sir.”
That was the dance—the back-and-forth between anticipation and fear, always wanting and never quite enough.
I could feel my heart flutter as I envisioned Cyclone56 across from me, commanding and dominant with his muscular arms folded. I would submit to him, worship him, please him, even when self-doubt threatened to take over.
“God, yes,” my fragile ego whispered. “I want to be owned. Owned tonight and every other night.”
His presence in the chat room was warm, but I waited for his sign.
“Get your thigh highs and heels on, pet,” Cyclone56 finally replied.
When our exchange started veering towards the dress-up and sex play, heat pooled in my groin fast. I scurried into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and slipped on the silky, thigh-high stockings, snapping each one with care. The lacy garters held them perfectly in place.
Before stepping back to the other room, I brushed my fingertips over the unyielding material of my favorite, rhinestone-adorned, pink dildo.
My face flushed with anticipation, and my breaths came out sharp and swift.
On the laptop screen, Cyclone56 shared his webcam view. A shiver slid down my spine, seeing his broad body covered in tattoos, as well as the cocky smirk painting his rugged face. I leaned closer, watching him stroke his full, throbbing erection.
“Get on your knees for me, little sissy,” he ordered.
As if in a trance, my hands moved, untying my thin silk robe.