Some time ago, I decided to try to fulfill all the fantasies that came to mind.

And I had always fantasized about being dominated and used by a dominant man while wearing women's lingerie.

I, who had always considered myself a straight, macho man with women, was looking for a dominant.

In a chat I met many supposed dominants, but only one caught my attention. I told him that I had no experience with men, but I had previously met with trans women.

He, my future dominant, tall, over 190cm, mature, with a bit of a belly, understood me and helped me overcome my fears, doubts, and insecurities.

In two weeks, he had already convinced me to arrange a meeting in which I would wear women's lingerie and he would use me for his pleasure. I was determined and the agreements were clear, my limits were extreme pain, blood, and coming inside. I would surrender to my dominant, letting him lead the entire session.

At the agreed time, I was there. Punctual, I rang the doorbell, gathered my courage, and went up the stairs. I entered the apartment, and with a nervous look, shook his hand.

My dominant looked me over and said, "Ready to start?", to which I nodded.

He led me into a room, had me stand while he groped me. I remained still, trembling, until he ordered me to kneel and take off his shoes. Nervous as I was, I removed his two shoes and socks. When he ordered me to lick his feet. I started with one foot, kissing the instep, and then sucking on the toes.

I focused on his feet, feeling a bit nervous, when he told me to pull down his pants.

I must confess that today is one of my favorite moments, being on my knees and unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants.

I stood in front of his underwear, and as I was about to lower his underwear with my hand, he ordered me to do it with my mouth. As best as I could, I pulled it down enough for his half-erect penis to spring out.

He grabbed my head and slapped my face twice with it.

Without saying anything, I opened my mouth and started to devour that delicious penis. At first, it was a bit soft, but then it started getting hard. A couple of minutes later, he pulled me away, made me stand up, and stood behind me, rubbing his penis against my butt.

He took me to the bathroom, had me undress, and placed me in the bathtub. I thought he was going to let me bathe, even though I had done it before meeting him, when suddenly he started peeing on my face. Surprised, my only reaction was to look him in the eyes and thank him. He finished, told me to take a shower, and go back to the room.

Once I showered, I went naked to the room.

On the bed, he left me a set of red thong, bra, and stockings. He helped me put on the lingerie and led me in front of the mirror. I saw myself reflected, feeling like a total slut, when he took out a pair of high heels, which I obviously put on, thanking him.