A fantasy I’ve been having recently about no one in particular is being at a fancy reception for an event of mine, chatting over drinks and music with friends of friends and strangers. I meet another transman there, and he’s fucking hot. Both his looks and our tension-filled small talk are enough to convince me to go home with him. He’s like me, but older, with a much more confident and dominant demeanor. Before I accept his offer, I tell him I’m a virgin. He tells me there’s nothing to worry about, like he said, he’s a writer- he just wants to do a piece on me. Nothing more.
His place is gorgeous. His affinity for design almost quells my aching need, but I have no such luck as he leads me to his couch. He beckons me to sit, moving to the kitchen to pour two glasses of whiskey. I accept the drink he offers with no question nor hesitation when he returns, too captivated by him to consider the risk. It burns going down, so typical of the drink I think nothing of it.
Before I know it, my heavy eyes fight to open, groggy as I take in my surroundings. I’m in a dimly lit room, filled to the brim with more sex toys and devices than I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m so confused I hardly even notice I’m bound and collared, bone gag stuffed in my mouth. I whine, and he pets my head. “You’re in for a lot more than an article, huh?”
hot!! yeah, nothing to be worried about, i just want to ask you a few questions about your work… i think it would be cute if you woke up on the floor, your arms twisted behind your back, and the first thing you noticed was how naked your body is, and the fact that i’m full clothed. wouldn’t it feel awkward knowing that i still have my shoes on and that they’re grinding up against your vulnerable cunt?
you soon realise that this isn’t a trait of mine, it’s not like i bring boys back to my place often. no, this entire setup seems planned. what am i to you? a stalker? a fan gone rogue? you’ll probably never get the answer. but the amount of puppy gear around makes this whole situation so suspicious. you nod softly, with a scared little look in your eyes, every time i speak to you. your head is still spinning from the sedatives i gave you, and you just rest and accept what i’m doing.
soon enough i realise i want to keep this puppy with me a little longer, maybe make him my live-in pup. how does that sound?