Strictly Anonymous Confessions, page 7
One karaoke participant in particular became a favorite regular bull of hers due to his long thick cock, dynamite skills, and reliability. Whenever they linked up, she was guaranteed to get a good, hard fucking. Owning her nontraditional relationship choices gave Ember a sense of freedom she never expected.
Ember considered her sluttiest adventure the time she traveled to Spain with a girlfriend. While abroad, her husband wanted her to try to meet someone to film with. He figured since she was there without him it wouldn’t be hard to find someone hot who spoke English and wanted to fuck her. Ironically, Ember found a man on Instagram who was also traveling.
First, she asked if the IG hottie was in a relationship. Once he replied that he was single, she explained that she was in Spain by herself and trying to find a man to shoot some sexy content with for her husband. They talked for nearly two hours, with Ember further describing the intricacies of her hotwife relationship. When the conversation ended, he drove to her hotel room and fucked her just two doors down from her unsuspecting friend. Ember tried to keep her moans and screams to a minimum as he plowed her. Knowing her friend could call or stop by at any moment while she, still married, was banging a man she just met made Ember feel extra naughty. Years later, she confessed the hookup to her friend, and they shared a great laugh over the absurdity.
Going Public
Surprisingly, Ember’s husband had never been present for a live show since he was not a fan of staying out late. “Just film it for me,” were his famous words. Ember Rae went on dates sometimes once a month and other times she arranged weekly rendezvous with a bull. It was much easier for Ember to get dolled up and hit the town solo than to coordinate going out as a couple. The thought of them both leaving their kids for a playdate seemed overwhelming. After all, what if there was an emergency? Eventually, one day, Ember believed they would venture out together.
Occasionally, they also revisited the topic of altering their dynamic. Ember asked if he was going to resent her down the line because of all the cock she was getting, while he wasn’t getting any extra pussy. Her husband always replied that he was content. Seeing her get fucked brought him so much joy that he didn’t desire any other women. Even with his assurance, Ember still debated whether they would ever transition to a swapping couple.
Part of her was a little curious to watch her husband fuck another woman, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she could handle it. For her husband, compersion came naturally, but for Ember, it was a foreign concept. He swore he was happy and told her not to feel guilty. Having her as his favorite porn star was enough, and he urged her never to feel guilty since it was he who proposed sharing her.
One day, when she stumbled upon her stripper friend’s raunchy NSFW (not safe for work) Twitter account, Ember had an epiphany. As she scrolled through the endless feed of nude photos and pornographic clips, she thought to herself, What the fuck? I can do this! With a massive collection of hot sex videos already stashed on her phone, she hoped to become a contender in the amateur adult content creator realm. Her only concern was if her girlfriends found out. She worried about the embarrassment.
But after some thought, she found the confidence to pursue it. She realized she didn’t care if people found out. Why had she ever cared? The only person’s opinion that mattered to her was her husband’s and he was clearly on board. His motto was: “Fuck them, fuck everyone.”
It was true that many people feared that publicly embracing their sexuality would lead to the loss of friendships, and the destruction of their reputation, or even professional disgrace. Ember, however, was in a different situation due to a chain of unfortunate events. After she graduated college with a Bachelor of Science and Pre-Law degree, three family members, including her mother, passed away within a short period of time. Emotionally taxed, her dreams of pursuing a career as a prosecutor or joining the police force were halted. As a stay-at-home mom, Ember found happiness in establishing herself as a private editor for photographers worldwide. Sadly, when the family relocated to Italy for her husband’s new station, a law prohibiting military wives from working outside the base forced her to close her growing business.
Living in Italy, without a network of friends and no ability to work, she had a lot of time on her hands. Unfortunately, she couldn’t open an OnlyFans page because Italy had it blocked. So instead, she decided to build her brand on Twitter and Pornhub, quickly becoming popular, and gaining a lot of fans.
When her husband was relocated back to the states, she launched an OnlyFans account with an already huge fan base. Not only did her platforms start paying the bills, but both she and her husband enjoyed the thrill of knowing that countless men were watching and experiencing her in ways she had never imagined.
Today, Ember continues to combine her hotwifing with content creating, and thoroughly enjoys herself. Seven years after beginning their hotwife journey, thirty-two-year-old Ember and her husband show no signs of stopping. On the contrary, they plan to take things up a notch. In the future, Ember is hoping to graduate from one-on-one dates to entertaining multiple men. Also on Ember’s bucket list, is to be the center of attention in the middle of a gang bang. Her ideal situation would include five men—a cock for each hand and each hole would be pure bliss for her.
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CONFESSION VII: ROBERT
How does a completely straight man wind up wearing panties while being dominated by a man in a swinger’s basement?
Robert had always been open-minded, but even he was surprised by what occurred after he bought his college girlfriend a pair of panties for their three-month anniversary. One afternoon, while shopping at a lingerie store, Robert spotted a pair of hot pink panties. He thought they were gorgeous and immediately envisioned his girlfriend wearing them. But when he proudly presented Katie with the gift, it was obvious she didn’t like them. She apologized for her lack of excitement and to lighten the mood, she joked: “If you like them so much, why don’t you wear them?”
“Maybe I will!” he sarcastically exclaimed as he picked them up.
Staring his girlfriend dead in the eyes, Robert performed his best interpretation of a burlesque dancer seductively getting undressed. He untied his sneakers, unbuckled his pants, and dramatically dropped them. His hips swiveled as he methodically slid the panties up his legs and then neatly tucked his cock and balls into the tiny fabric.
Framing his crotch with animated jazz hands, he shouted “Ta-da!” which made her laugh. He commented on how the material felt cool and smooth on his balls and suddenly, the ridiculous charade was not so silly.
“Don’t move,” Katie ordered as a serious expression washed over her face.
She rummaged through her drawers and arranged a plethora of lingerie on the bed for him to try on next.
Becoming a Cross-dresser
Robert was a petite man, so not only did everything fit him well, but the bras and panties also looked great on his slender frame. Robert and Katie both got so turned on, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Rock-hard and ready to go, Robert pulled his cock out, bent Katie over the edge of the bed, and fucked her doggy-style. As he was about to come, Robert abruptly pulled out and flipped onto his back causing him to come all over the lingerie. Still breathing hard from the energetic session, the two of them just looked at the sticky white drops all over the lacy fabric and started to giggle. They couldn’t believe what had just happened, but they continued to play dress up for the rest of the school year.
The following summer, they booked a trip to Las Vegas to visit a boutique that specializes in transforming men into women. Robert was a bit nervous, but the woman who ran the place was a gracious host and put him at ease during the entire process. The session began with a consultation where he was provided with albums showcasing different hairstyles and makeup selections. Robert opted for a more natural look to avoid looking like a drag queen. That was followed by a makeover during which Robert shaved his entire body, had his face masterfully painted, and was adorned with a shoulder-length auburn wig with sweeping bangs. Next, Robert changed into a black and white polka dot knee-length skirt and white blouse that Katie had brought.
When Robert emerged from the changing room and stood before the full-length mirror, he was shocked at how passable he looked. His reflection was unrecognizable to both him and Katie, and they decided to take a stroll on the strip. It was exhilarating to walk around outside in public as a woman, and thanks to the boutique owner’s exceptional skills, no one stared or mocked him.
As they continued to walk around, the two of them got really turned on and the moment they got back into the hotel room, Katie jumped him. She pushed Robert back against the wall, got down on her knees and pulled his panties down while he lifted his skirt. She swallowed him over and over again while she ran her hands up and down his smooth legs. Then Katie told him to fuck her on the bed so they could watch themselves in the mirror. Seeing Katie on all fours as Robert, dressed as a woman, moved in and out of her, made them both come within minutes.
Afterward, while lying on the bed together, Robert realized that what turned him on was seeing himself dressed as a woman and it was at that moment that Robert identified himself as a cross-dresser.
After college, Robert and Katie split up for unrelated reasons.
Professional Dommes and Dating Apps
A few years later, Robert began seeing professional female Dommes to fulfill his cross-dressing desires. There was a dungeon located not too far from his residence, where clients could walk in without an appointment. He liked being able to satisfy his urges when they struck. It was there that Robert pursued his passion for feminization as well as humiliation. He enjoyed wearing feminine costumes such as slutty maid outfits and also living out CFNM (clothed female nude male) scenarios. It was where Robert met a Domme named Mistress Rebecca, whom he played with for two years. She was a tall, blonde Russian woman with a heavy accent and sharp features. They became close friends and sometimes Robert paid for sessions and other times exchanged household favors, like vacuuming and grocery shopping, as payment.
Mistress Rebecca excelled at pushing his limits. She encouraged him to be honest about his fetishes and provided a safe place for him to unwind. To humiliate Robert, she once had him dress up in a short red spandex dress and black patent leather heels and escorted him down the hall to another room. As he passed through the main foyer where the male security guard and receptionist were stationed, Robert kept his eyes glued to the floor. It was embarrassing for Robert to be seen by other men while dressed in women’s clothing. Robert knew that they were probably used to seeing all sorts of crazy shit at their job, but he still felt humiliated and vulnerable . . . and that turned him on.
In addition to frequenting dungeons, Robert signed up for a fetish website called FetLife and uploaded a few anonymous pictures of himself wearing lingerie. He was quickly inundated with endless dick pics and vulgar pick-up lines from gay men, but he wasn’t interested. Robert identified as straight and had joined the site looking for women and women only.
But, for some reason, still unknown to him, he one day felt compelled to answer a message from a man. It was short and sweet: Those are really cute panties
Robert politely responded: thank you. The sender replied and asked if Robert had any more pics of him in lingerie that he could see. How strange to be conversing with a man about these private things, Robert thought. But he continued to chat with him.
The man suggested Robert give him a call because texting was tiring. Robert ignored the message at first but later that evening, as he lay awake in bed with nothing else to do, he picked up his phone and called. They talked about everyday topics like sports and the weather, without discussing anything sexual.
Within seconds of hanging up, Robert received a text from the man stating he’d love to talk again sometime. Robert went to sleep without responding. The guy continued to call him over the next couple of days until Robert finally gave in and answered. Only then did the conversation slowly turn more intimate.
The man shared that he and his wife were swingers and sometimes hosted parties at their house. He told Robert he was into BDSM and although his wife wasn’t, she allowed him to explore his fetish with others. He explained that although his wife was bisexual, he identified as straight, which was reassuring for Robert since he had zero interest in being with a guy.
The moment they hung up, Robert received a surprising message from the man: Want to come over and check out my dungeon?
Shocked, Robert demanded that the man explain his motives since he had claimed he was straight. The man simply stated that after reading Robert’s profile, it was obvious they had similar kinks and he thought they could have some fun together. Then he added: Saturday at 7 p.m. would be perfect.
As usual, Robert refused to humor him with a response. Hours later the guy confidently sent him another message: I’ll leave Saturday open for you, just in case.
Robert didn’t understand why the man couldn’t take the hint. With no acknowledgement from Robert, the pushy questions continued into the next morning: So, are you coming over tomorrow night?
Robert had quite enough. He aggressively typed: NO THANK YOU, but before he could press send, his finger paused. Suddenly, he changed his mind and erased it. And then, as if possessed by someone else, his fingers typed the words: Is seven still good?
The man confirmed the time and sent his address.
Robert told himself he didn’t care where the man lived because he was not going. He was just being polite and would 100 percent be flaking. Early Saturday morning, Robert awoke to a new message telling him to go out and buy new lingerie, preferably white, to prove he was serious. Robert was taken aback by the balls on that guy. While still swearing that he wasn’t going to go to the guy’s house, he threw on sweatpants and drove to the mall.
As he perused the lingerie displays for something white, he repeatedly told himself that he would cancel the date after he found just the right outfit. He selected a beautiful matching ensemble— bright white lace panties with a garter belt and a sheer, white corset. Maybe I should send a pic when I break the date to be nice, he thought as he purchased the new lingerie. As he drove back home, the sentiment switched to: maybe I’ll let him see it in person for a few seconds and then I’ll leave. Then it morphed into I hope he likes it, as Robert put on the outfit and examined his reflection in the mirror.
As 7 p.m. neared, the man texted Robert, instructing him to park around the corner and walk to the house. He noted that the front door would be open and that the basement door was to the left. He told Robert to go down, change into the new outfit, and wait for him. Annoyed by the man’s demands, Robert couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Fuck that. When I arrive, I’ll knock on the door and have a serious talk with this guy and then I’ll leave, he assured himself.
As Robert drove over that evening his brain was on fire. This is the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I should turn around, he thought. But as he approached the house, a powerful force overwhelmed him, and he found himself obeying the very instructions he had vowed to refuse. He walked in the front door, went down to the basement, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Fuck it. I’ll just go for it and see what happens, he reluctantly decided as he slipped into his new lingerie.
The Dom
The man emerged from the dark staircase. He was six one, fit with broad shoulders, and a stern expression. He whispered into Robert’s ear that he was glad he made it. Robert, who was intimidated by the man’s demeanor and stature, mumbled an uneasy “okay.”
“Okay, Sir,” the Dom corrected.
“Okay, Sir,” Robert replied in a hypnotic trance.
The Dom playfully grabbed the front of his panties which caused Robert to flinch, and asked if Robert was nervous. Robert remained silent as his cock inexplicably stiffened.
“You don’t seem nervous,” the observant Dom noted as his knuckles pressed against Robert’s semierection.
He released the waistband with enough force to make it snap against Robert’s skin. The Dom escorted Robert across the room to a fancy chair adorned with leather cushions and metal studs. Several hooks with ropes hanging from them were neatly arranged on the wall behind it. The Dom expertly tied Robert’s hands to the back of the chair. The ropes were tight enough to keep him from moving but loose enough not to cut off his circulation or hurt his wrists. It was obvious that the Dom was very skilled and knowledgeable in the art of Shibari.
Next, he blindfolded him.
“Are you nervous now?” the Dom asked in a condescending sarcastic tone.
Then, he pushed Robert’s lips apart with his thumb and inserted his soft dick. Robert automatically swirled his tongue around his flaccid cock to explore which prompted the Dom to hastily remove it.
“Oh, you are a natural! You’ll be begging for that cock by the end of the night, trust me!” the Dom chuckled.
A few moments later, Robert felt his nipples immediately harden as ice cubes were rubbed on them. The Dom grabbed one nipple and then the other and tugged on them. Robert winced in pain as each nipple was placed in a tiny, metal vice.
The Dom then tortured Robert with a vibrator, letting it linger on his dick long enough to receive pleasure, but not long enough to orgasm. The sensation was so intense it left Robert panting and gasping. Eventually the Dom, bored with orgasm control, unstrapped Robert from the chair, bent him over, and spanked his bare ass with his open palm. At first the whacks were gentle but they increased in severity over time. Robert’s tolerance was further tested as the Dom traded his hand for a wooden paddle.
