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welcome to my secret closet - part 4
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For my client Lady M as well as any bondage sessions I participated in, I had a black rubber gimp hood I would sometimes wear. Depending on my mood, sometimes my male clients got me wearing the gimp hood for them as well, because I loved the sensation, and seeing my face in the mirror afterwards, with their cum dripping and smeared over my face when wearing it – and they really liked how it transformed my head and mouth into a fuck-toy for them if throat-fucking was on our menu that day. I never wore it out in public; it was strictly for client-play use only.
Another facial accessory that I enjoyed wearing, although impractical to wear when out at the clubs or in social setting, was a military surplus gas mask. The same woman, S, who made my girdle miniskirt, was into wearing gas masks. At first I thought this was an odd sexual device – and then she lent me one of hers and told me to take it home, put it on, and get myself off.
I followed her advice and my first orgasm wearing a gas mask was delectable and intense. The restriction on my breathing (‘breathe hard and breathe deep for the best rush’ – S told me) was quite addictive, and I bought my own Israeli surplus mask – the one I found most sexually arousing due to the facial shape and front placement of its respirator canister – and it quickly became one of my favourite self-bondage and masturbation toys. I loved the rasping sound it made while breathing.
However, when it came to partner use, only my client M really appreciated me wearing it. Mistress R found the appearance of gas masks unsetting and a turn-off, so I never wore them around her. Lady M however loved them, not only for the facial bondage aspect that it gave, but because it desensitized me and transformed me into a fuck-toy for her. Lady M told me she liked seeing my helpless eyes peer out thorough its eyeholes. Sometimes she would use some black plastic inserts to cover them up, so I could not see out at all. Being tied up, arms and legs tied and spread wide, and pounded in the ass while wearing a gas mask and all sensory muted or negated, is something I recommend experiencing. Gas masks gave me some of the best orgasms I have ever had.
Another major influence that S gave me was my love of corsets. Now, I had always loved corsets on women, but it was S who convinced I should buy and wear one of my own. It was one of the most expensive pieces I bought for my fetish collection but was worth everything to me – and I soon saved money for another. I loved how corsets hugged and formed around my waist – and I loved getting fucked while in a corset, because it made my ass feel tighter from the constriction, although sometimes it hurt as well and I’d need to loosen it. But more than that, I loved it when taken from behind, or when my lover was on top of me, and they put both hands on my waist to grab and hold me firm while they pumped away on me. I just simply loved the feel of corsets and the attention they drew to me when I wore them.
Despite my obvious love of wearing women’s clothing for accessorizing my overall appearance and personal style, I very rarely wore full drag on my own initiative. Partially because I dressed how I did mostly for shock value (as well as play out my bisexuality), but also I had no real desire to be viewed as a physical woman, or come across passing off as one, or transition to one. I was very happy being the boy underneath it all.
Sometimes Mistress R would host drag parties where guests had to dress opposite genders – so then, I would make the effort. Also, my boyfriend T sometimes wanted me to dress up as a girl for him at home. So for these occurrences, I had got commissioned two black and green cheongsam dresses. One of them was fitted flat to my normal body shape while the second one was identical except fitted with room in place for me to wear a latex bra with inflatable D-cup tits and corset underneath it.
The latex inflatable bra was something Mistress R bought for me to wear. When I was out in public, I went flat chested, but she really got turned on seeing me with a bust when we were initmate together in private or engaged in BDSM acts together.
I also owned a latex tank-strap mini-dress that bared my shoulders and back, that went down to just above my knees; this however I rarely wore out in public as it was so tight around my body, that I could not wear anything else underneath it and I felt vulnerable and exposed when wearing it. I remember wearing it out to the club one night and I was shivering cold the whole night from exposure.
Mistress R loved seeing me dressed in drag when her and I were alone together – but she knew I was emotionally uncomfortable with it. However as our friendship grew closer, to please her I acquiesced more and she bought me some other outfits to wear for her.
She gave me some long, black silk negligees and some other short silk tops I would wear for her. She went with silk because when my latex bra was fully inflated, you could see its perky, erect-like nipples poking through the material – causing Mistress R to sometimes playfully and mischievously poke and rub them as if they were my own nipples for real. Thanks to her, and much to T’s appreciation, I often wore negligees when we slept together at night.
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Posted on : Nov 11, 2021
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