It was my junior year. I had a typical course load for my accounting major that I wasn't even sure if I liked anymore. I decided I should sign up for an interesting class that I might actually enjoy for an elective credit. As I was browsing through classes in the sociology department I came across one that was called "human behavior and sexual deviance." I decided it would be kind of funny to my friends if I took it, but what they didn't know was that I had another reason.
Thinking about what I might learn in the class honestly got me a little turned on. I should explain, though if you are reading this you probably know why. I was a closeted sissy who loved to please a dominant person online, showing them how fem I could be. Though I always got such a good rush from doing so, I was not nearly brave enough to go out and live my fantasies. I viewed this class as a way to explore my sexuality without anyone knowing, what it turned out to be was so much more.
The first few weeks of the class went by like every other, and I was disappointed with how general all of the information was. One day however, there was a speaker who came in that was a real live transsexual! Though she wasn't necessarily that attractive, I focused on every little detail of her body and her words. She talked about how she came out of the closet in her early 40's and how she wished she had done so when she was much younger. Though this stuck with me, I had no intentions of coming out any time soon. My life was straight as far as anyone knew, and I wanted to keep it that way.
After our speaker had left, we were divided into teams of two to start a project. For the project, we would be presenting a specific type of sexuality that our book touched on. This could range from M/F, M/M, F/F, M/TS, F/TS etc... to all of the specific types of interaction within each of those categories. Though it was an interesting project I figured I would pick a simple general topic, so as not to expose myself in anyway. My partner had other ideas apparently, because the first topic he suggested was M/TS. Specifically Dominant M/Submissive TS.
Marco was a tall dark and handsome type. Even in January, at the beginning of Spring semester, he was tan and almost glistened. I had to immediately hide my reaction to the combination of him as my partner and the topic he chose. He just smiled and asked when I was available to work on it.
"I could probably do Thursday night" I said, regaining myself.
"Great" he said. "Just come on over to my place, my roommates will all be gone for the night so it should be quiet for us to get some work done"
With that, we exchanged contact info and he left. For the rest of the week I was scared about showing too much interest in our topic. I also couldn't stop thinking about how unlucky it was that he picked the topic he did, and if it was more than just that.
Before I knew it Thursday night had rolled around and I was on my way to Marco's apartment with the information I had researched to start the project. It was all incredibly vague and I hoped to just transfer it all to a powerpoint and get out of there before I gave my secrets away.
When I walked in I immediately shielded my eyes as Marco was standing there completely naked with a rock hard cock.
"Whoa man! Sorry, you told me to come right in!" I said while I was turned around, presumably waiting for him to get clothes on and explain.
"Oh I know, I was just thinking you could get over here and suck my cock while I go over some possible ideas for our presentation."
The blood drained from my face. Was he serious? "Wh-what? I'm not gay man" I said laughing, assuming he had to be joking. Hoping he was joking.
As I turned around, Marco just looked at me smiling and still naked. "Oh come on you can drop the act, I saw the way you were watching that tranny when she spoke to the class. And the way your face froze for a second when I told you our topic."
"Either you are a dom or you are a sub, and I'm willing to bet anything you're not a dom" he said.
I stood there frozen. He had read me like a book, and now who knows what he planned on doing. While common sense told me to get the hell out of there, curiosity kept me planted. He must have known he had me halfway there already, because next he grabbed me and walked me straight into the bathroom.
"No, I can't do this I'm not gay..." I whined, though he was much stronger than me and my protests did no good.
He got me stripped down and while he felt around and rubbed his cock on my body, mostly my ass, he handed me a razor and pushed me into the shower.
"Shave everything" he said, and I began to comply, even as a thousand things ran through my head at once. The one thing I couldn't ignore was that even as a stranger was forcing me to do things I thought I would never actually do, I was turned on like never before.
Once I finally had a smooth body I stepped out into the bathroom. Marco was there with a pair of cute panties and a corset.
"Put these on, your training begins now."
I stepped into the panties and began to put the corset on. Marco helped me and tightened it so much that I thought I would suffocate.
"You have a fem body, but this will help make you even better" he said as he led me back out into the living room.
When we got to the coach he sat down and without a word pulled my head to his cock. Something took over in me, possibly just the acceptance that he was going to make me anyway, but I opened my lips and began to suck his cock slowly.
"I knew you would eventually start to submit like the little sissy you want to be," Marco taunted me while I began to deepthroat his cock with the help of his hand on the back of my head.
Soon he was facefucking me and I felt the tip of his cock get bigger as he grabbed my head with both hands and erupted into the back of my throat. As he pulled out he rubbed what was still on the tip all over my face. He left me lying there, with a stick face and full of his cum, but not before he readied my next `training.' Almost immediately after he was done rubbing his spent cock on my face, he flipped me over and rubbed lube into my tight asshole. Once that was done he slid down my panties, put a rather large buttplug in, slid them back up and left for I'm not sure how long.
I didn't dare move while he was gone, it could have been five minutes or an hour, but when Marco came back I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen.
"Ah, looks like my little bitch is learning how to follow directions" he said as he removed the buttplug and once again had me suck his cock.
Once he was good and hard, he pulled out of my mouth and bent me over the side of the couch. I'm not sure why, but any last resistance I had came out at this time.
"Please no!" I begged, "I've never done this before"
To that, Marco laughed. "You are my submissive little slut from now on. You will take it when I say you will, and that is just the beginning"
With that, I felt the swollen tip of his cock press into me, followed painfully by the rest of his 8 inches. As he grabbed my hips and thrust into me, I slowly began to rise and meet his thrusts. My pain had turned to pleasure and I found myself wanting to be filled with the warm sticky cum that he had shot into my mouth earlier that night. Soon I was rewarded with just that, and as his warm sticky cum oozed out of my stretched hole, I realized I wanted to be Marco's slut forever.
He picked up my clothes and told me to get dressed, but take the corset and panties with me to be worn whenever possible. He also gave me pills that I could only guess were hormones.
As I walked out the door he said, "Finish our project, I think you have enough inspiration to do that. I'll be picking you up after your last class each day now."
"Yes, I should have enough inspiration alright. I am a pretty submissive TS after all." I replied smiling as I left.
To Be Continued
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