Kinky and becoming Submissive

I hadn't realised that my after work drink was actually a Femdom scene, that I had never imagined.

My obsession with performing oral sex on women who were wearing stockings and heels was just that, an obsession, which unbeknown to me had become a kink bordering on a fetish.

But now, all of my waking thoughts were about what had happened, how I had been controlled by an attractive lady who, previously, had never acknowledged my existence, and she had got me to obey her every command, without question.

The weekend wasn't a typical weekend, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened but I could not tell anyone, I could hardly tell my girlfriend that I had worn stockings and heels and licked another woman and did not fuck her, but at the same time I wanted my girlfriend to tell me to wear stockings in the bedroom.
What was happening to me, had I become a transvestite, did I want to be a woman, my mind was racing and my only answer was to go out and act like a bloke.

I took my girlfriend to a pub where I normally met my mates, she wasn't impressed but didn't complain.


I proceeded to get very drunk and act like a lout, swearing too much, ogling other girls and being awful to my girlfriend, who like normal was beautifully dressed and had stockings on underneath her tight dress.

My evening ended early when I made one rude suggestion too many to a mates wife and he threatened to flatten me.

When we got home my girlfriend told me exactly what she thought of me and I told her exactly what I wanted to do to her, I was drunk and horny.

She looked at me in disgust and then stripped to her underwear, black bra, knickers and stockings.

I moved forward and she said, you can sleep in the spare room and if you like stockings so much, you can put them on.


Drunk as I was, I realised this may be what I wanted.
I protested weakly but she insisted, put them on, now!
I put on her stockings, suspender belt and knickers.

She looked at me and then told me to go to bed.
I went and I slept, dressed in women's lingerie.
I woke up feeling great but terribly confused, did I want to be a girl or was a transvestite. I put my robe on and went to my girlfriend's room, she was awake. I apologised for my behaviour, she looked at me and said open your robe. I did as I was told, and stood before her, wearing her underwear.
She asked me how I felt, I said good.
She replied, show me how sorry you are.
I was puzzled, how can I do that?

She said, do what you normally do to me but this time, you will be wearing the stockings.

Immediately I was on my knees, kissing my way up her legs toward her pussy.
My tongue found her sweet spot and she started to groan in pleasure, her orgasm arrived quickly and it was thunderous.

Seconds later my cock was inside her and she gasped as I drove deep into her.
A few thrusts later and I exploded, just as she came again.

We lay there for minutes as our climaxes subsided, while she told me, that I had never felt so big before and she asked me why was I so turned on.

I said that I was just horny, as usual, but she kept on, saying, no you were huge, you have never been that big before.

Finally she worked it out, It was because you were wearing lingerie, wasn't it?

I said no, I had forgotten I still had it on. She refused to accept my answer, no way, you loved wearing my black undies? Realising she was right, I started to argue, but after a few minutes, she stopped me by saying, why have you not taken them off? This had me stumped, she was right, I loved wearing her lingerie but I couldn't admit it, because I wasn't sure how I felt or why I was thinking and feeling the way I was.

She stopped my thoughts by saying, lets have a cup of coffee and we can talk about it. She returned with the coffee and started to ask me questions.

Had I worn lingerie before?
Did I want to be a girl?
Do I fancy other men?
And then the best question of all, would I like to wear lingerie again?
I answered, no, no and no, but to the, would I like to wear it again, I answered yes, I really would like to.

The weekend went by in a blur, we had amazing sex, we went out, we laughed and really enjoyed ourselves.

My girlfriend talked about me wearing lingerie at any and every opportunity, I did not mind at all, I was loving it but a part of me was still unsure.

Was I still a man, was I man enough, or am I a TV who secretly wants to be a girl.

All of theses emotions and more were confusing me but the plus side of this was that within 48 hours I had been dressed in lingerie twice, had been in two Femdom situations and had loved every single minute of it.

Back to work Monday.

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