I’ve always been a dom. I love teasing a guy so much that he begs for sexual release. I love when a guy submits to me and fucking worships me. Yup. I love being a dom, but I didn’t always look the part. I was once a twinky 27 year old with a fetish for being in control. When people saw me, they would assume I was a submissive, bottom. False! I wanted to fuck their brains out and make em moan for me.
That’s when I thought that maybe I just needed the right gear to make people believe I am a dom. So I go to a leather shop that was just around the corner from where I live and as I walked in, I was greeted by the shop keep. The place was pretty dark, but the shop keep seemed to have an opposite personality to the ambiance. He was tall, had a lean swimmer build, and dressed quite professionally for a place that catered to people with a leather fetish.
“Welcome. What can I do for you today?”
“I need some leather gear so people can recognize me as a dom. “
He looked at me for a second and told me he had just the outfit. he picked out some gauntlets, arm bands, a pair of pants, and executioner hood. I took a look at the gear he was giving me and thought no way I am gonna fit in any of these. They must have been at least two sizes too big for me.
“Are you sure these are the right size?”
“Don’t worry. Just try them on. You wont be disappointed. Make sure you try on the hood last. “
“He guided me to the fitting room in the back of the store. I tried on the pants and man were they loose. Same with the gauntlets, and arm bands.”
“Are you sure these are the right size? I questioned the shopkeep.”
“Yes. When you put on the hood, keep an image of yourself as a dom in your head. “
I thought this guy has to be pulling my leg. I put on the hood and looked in the mirror and thought it was an improvement. In that moment, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. My body began to inflate like a balloon. First my legs which stretched the pants I was wearing. Then my torso began to look like a bodybuilder’s. My arms grew and expanded so that the arm bands and gauntlets were hugging my now powerful biceps and forearms. I saw in the mirror that I was growing facial hair as well and my face changed shape.
I no longer saw a twink in the mirror, but instead a muscular hunk in leather gear. I walked out of the fitting room and saw the shopkeep there smiling.
“I love it.” I responded as I was flexing my newly obtained biceps.
A few minutes later, he came back wearing a leather jock, some chaps, a harness, and a dog collar.
If I wasn't hard already, I was rock solid now. I unzipped my pants, revealing my new 9 inch member.
“Kneel and suck my cock.”
He got down on all fours and crawled toward me, got on just his knees, then sucked my shaft. I grabbed his head and guided him as he was sucking me faster and faster.
“Fuck yeah. You like that cock, huh, bitch?”
Before he could finish I grabbed his head and kissed him.
He got up then leaned up against a wall, bent over presenting his wonderful bubble butt to me.
“Please fuck me, sir. I want you inside of me so bad. Please.”
I walked up behind him and felt down his muscular back down to his bubble butt and gave it a slap. he moaned and it drove me crazy. With a hard thrust, I drove my cock into his ass and he moaned even louder. his moans where intoxicating and I kept thrusting harder and he would moan louder. I pulled out and got him to kneel in front of me again. he opened his mouth and came. he swallowed every last drop. Fuck!
“Hope I served you well, sir. Cum again”. ;)
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