This older true story is from 2003, but thought I'd post it anyway.nnThis story is 100% true. I met my first Mistress online at a BDSM board about 2 months ago. She lives in the same city as I work. One of the best things I love about her is that when she cums, she squirts, and I mean a lot. She also has already started whoring me out to other women(one so far).nnWe only had about an hour before we both had to be back to work so it didn't give us much time, but that is about the only way we could meet with our work schedules like they are. Luckily she only lives about 5 minutes from where I work.nnWe entered her apartment and she walked to the back to get my collar. I new I was suppose to start undressing at the door and wait for her return(from past sessions). When she came back I already had my clothes off, nothing on but what she told me to wear under my cloths. I left on my nipple clamps, harness that held a 7" cock in my ass, and pink g-string panties. I got down on all fours as she put my collar on and then attached a dog leash to it. She had her clothes off and led me over to the couch where she sat. She had me face away from her with my ass towards her. She saw the dildo strapped into my and pushed it in further with her feet. nn"That feel good, pussy boy." she said. nnShe did this several times almost pushing me forward and loosing my balance. nn"Turn around!

She thought she detected subtle hints, but chided herself thinking that her fiancé was the most macho, dominant man she had ever known. They had dated a while before moving in together, two years ago. She thought she knew him, but did she really? The thought lingered with her all day. nnHe called from work. His eight-hour evening shift turned into a double shift, due to a shortage of police officers that night. He would be home around seven o'clock in the morning.nnShe felt sad, but understood that sometimes his job demanded this of him. Trying to make lemons out of lemonade, she decided that she would pamper herself tonight. It would be a wonderful surprise for him to arrive home, finding her lying in bed naked as the day she was born. nnShe took a hot bath and pranced around the house with a towel wrapped around her. After painting her toenails, she put a soft scented lotion on her body. When she went to the dresser, instead of getting out one of her silky nightgowns, she opted for one of his large shirts. Wearing his shirts has always made her feel sexy. It reminded her of his dominant size over her. As a cop he works out regularly, to stay in shape. The XL football jersey swam on her petite body, but she enjoyed feeling the difference between them. nnWhen she started to close his dresser drawer something solid rolled to the front of the drawer. She reached in and withdrew a soft plastic anal plug. The shock she felt, ran to her core, but in her mind it confirmed some of the subtle hints she had noticed.

Well, I finally got my sheepskin. I had it made into natural membrane condoms, the oldest type of protection still being used today. Much more comfortable than latex.nnI wasn't even going to attend commencement. Who wants to be bored silly and sweat for two hours? But my father said if I didn't—no graduation present. Dad had promised me a trip to anywhere in the world I wanted to go and a couple thousand dollars for expenses. So I suffered through it and at my party afterwards he gave me the roundtrip ticket from Pittsburgh to Glasgow and the cash. He did whine about it, though, until I pointed out that I could have asked for a new Corvette, like my brother Russell did when he graduated from law school (stay tuned for my next story, "Breastfeeding My Brother").nnForget the Corvette, for now. I desperately wanted to visit Scotland. I had just been to Mazatlan for spring break and I wasn't looking for fun in the sun this time. I have always been interested in genealogy and I discovered from my family tree research that I had Scottish ancestry. No surprise, considering my pale skin and red hair.nnFortunately I had been able to locate a distant cousin on the internet and we exchanged frequent emails. Scotland began to intrigue me more and more as my cousin Hamish spun yarns of lore and legend. I didn't actually believe some of his stories. Like the one that he had been named after a famous biblical character, Ham, the son of Noah. He elaborated on the account in Genesis 9 where Ham uncovered his father Noah's nakedness. Hamish claimed that Ham originated the National Nude Day concept and also invented the sheepskin condom.

While walking one evening I saw a friend go into his new neighbors garage. A man walking into another mans garage may not seem odd, but rumors have surrounded this new neighbor since he arrived in town. Everyone says he is gay. He isn't married, nor does he appear to have children, but that doesn't mean anything. He seems quiet and keeps to his self, so no on really knows for sure. Chalking it up to idle gossip, I pushed it from my mind until now. nnI continued my evening walk, around and around the block I live on. I hate to say it but every time I walked by the garage I wondered if they are still inside or if he had returned home. An alley ran along the garage so I decided to walk down it. The curiosity killed me each time I passed. Some of the guys in the neighborhood were laughing about the possibility of a gay man on the block. Part of me wondered if my friend went over to see if he really was gay or if he was just being a good neighbor.nnWhen I approached the garage I heard noises that grew louder the closer I got. It sounded like someone was hurt, so I poked my nose up to a window for a better look. I saw my friend, a big burly guy, bent over the workbench with the new neighbors cock buried in his ass. He was moaning and whimpering, but he didn't appear to be struggling too much. Edging closer to the side door, I heard their muffled voices better.nn"Oh yeah, fuck my ass. come on, bury that cock hard and deep, yeahhhh"nn"Take it big boy, take it all, you know you love it slut!"nnI was shocked to find out my friend was gay, not that it made me feel any differently about him.