Book Store On Seventh Street-My Babygirls Passion

A story for all you cross dressing little sissies-It's based on Something My Babygirl Will Be Doing Soon.

A walk home with a new friend from our double date… a walk home on a night that was to be filled with revelation about what I desire and what I pretend I do not desire… all journey’s begin with a first step… and on this night it was the step away from the door of our girlfriends’ apartment building that set us upon our secret journey.

Mine and Charlie’s girlfriends had been rooming together about 3 years now. We had been new men in their lives, and met each other through them. This night in particular was the 3rd or 4th time we had met. We had all done the typical date things, a dinner, a movie, a few drinks at the bar, and some time at the girls’ apartment spent with some heavy patting and kissing. Still, things had gotten late and both of us men had early days at work the next morning.

But during the night I had met my new best friend. All these things we shared in common, from tastes in entertainment, activities, views on the word, and sense of humor, had warmed us to each other fast. We stepped off the cement stairs to their building and began walking to the next block together to catch the same bus to the same general neighborhood it turned out we both lived in.

Never once had we experienced a lull in the conversation as we moved to the bus stop and the ride to where we got off. I’m still struck when I remember a few sentences on the bus though that led to better things, “man, now that I know you, I’m actually sorry about last week.”

I laughed a bit as I was confused and curious, “What do you have to be sorry for?” I asked.

“I tried talking my girl into setting up a three some with your girl… got shot down, but I wouldn’t have tried if I knew you were so cool.”

I laughed harder, “Don’t sweat it, I’ve been trying to set that up for myself as well. She always says the same thing… ‘I’ll eat pussy after you start sucking dick’, and that is usually where it ends.”

We both laughed. “Well I guess that’s fair,” he said… but he had no idea on how many levels that concept set off such conflicting emotions and desires.

“You ever notice how often those two whisper to each other?” he asked me. “What is it with women and sharring secrets?”

“No clue…” I said looking down. My mind went to my own secret that I never shared with friends or my girl. My mind went to my Goddess and the things I degrade myself with for her.

“I have a secret,” he said.

As it snapped me out of my thoughts, I realized my eyes were set between his legs, making me self conscious. “What’s that?” I asked him.

“You know that adult bookstore over on 7th?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. Sometimes I buy toys there.”

“You ever go into the video booth?” he asked.

“No…” I asked curiously.

“They have glory holes there. I go there almost every night before bed for a blowjob.” He confessed.

I was familiar with the procedure… it had been something my Goddess had been trying to convince me to do. It had immediately set off something in me, something unexpected. The coincidence provoked a need to confess my own secret as we stepped off the bus. “I see a Dominatrix twice a week.”

He let out a strong laugh that I almost felt offended at. He looked at me seeing my look of hurt and said, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t picture you liking pain.”

“Oh actually I’m not into being hurt. That’s not what her and I do.” I said.

“Isn’t that what they do?” he asked.

“Well, there are other things.” I said, and resolved to end it there, regretting my confession.

“Well?” he asked, “Come on tell me what else you do.”

I hung my head scared to say more. Then he said, “Come on, look, I told you I get my dick sucked every night in a video booth, hell who even knows if it’s men or women sucking me each time. How can what you do be anymore embarrassing?”

“She humiliates me, and makes me dress up in women’s clothes and act like a girl for her.” I spat out quickly before I could regret saying it. I realized as we walked we were headed towards 7th street.

“So you play bitch for her?” he asked.

I realized I was also quite hard as I was humiliated so much by having this conversation. I nodded my head.

“Wanna hit the bookstore?” he asked. I was so aroused and with my girlfriend so far from my mind, all I wanted was my Goddess. I pulled out the cell phone, humiliated I was doing so infront of my new friend, and called her.

Her voice hit my ears and almost immediately I was entranced. “Goddess, I need you to make a decision for me… yes… it’s about those glory holes… yes… I told a friend of mine I see you… well, because he told me he goes to those… yes… yes, Goddess… of course, I’m your bitch-slut… yes, he knows I’m asking for permission… well, he wants me to go there with him tonight…” I looked up at him with the phone still at my ear, “She says I can go but have to leave her on the line…” He laughed

I listened to her and chatted as we entered the video area in the bookstore I watched him as he entered a booth. “OK goddess, I’m ready…”

“Now, bitch, I want you to go into one of the booths next to him…” she purred through the phone. I knew where she would take it but was under her spell and obeyed.

“I’m there” I said into the phone.

“good now put a 5 dollar bill into the slot so a movie will play.”

“Yes goddess.”

“Do you see the holes?” she asked.

“yes, Goddess.”

“Good, now put one finger through the hole into your friend’s booth.”

“Goddess, I don’t do that, that’s…”

“Do it… be my little bitch-slut.”

I began to argue but my finger had already gone through against my unspoken protests. “Are you a good girl?” she asked as my friend’s cock slid through the hole and my hand gripped it.

“I’m a very good girl, goddess” I said. My mouth began to water as I realized I was about to prove myself a true sissy by her command.

“Just like with your dildo, choke yourself with him.” She said. Immediately my head went down with the practiced proficiency she had trained me with, making me swallow a latex dick. My face pressed firmly against the booth wall, and could faintly hear him say over the sounds of porno “Jesus!”

I kept the phone to my ear so she could hear my through gurgling and struggling, as I bobbed my head. I was both ashamed and aroused in a way I haven’t been in a long time as I had now had a real cock in my throat for her.

Soon I felt a warning spasm from his cock, and pulled my head away. I opened his shirt and told her “Goddess I’m letting him come on my breasts.”

Stream after stream of real honest to goodness cum sprayed out this time, and covered me as I stroked a cock with flesh that actually gives and shifts like my own does when I stroke. I felt like such a slut as I heard her say “Good girl.”

But she followed it up with one more command, “Now lick him clean, be good to your friends.” Again I didn’t even think, I just obeyed, slurping his cum from that cock. Until finally he pulled it away.

Fear set in, shame… I had done gay. Another man’s cum was drying on my chest. A tear fell from my eye. I straightened myself up as she called me names like “faggot” and “queer”… and I stepped out of the booth, and there he was grinning and leaning against the wall staring at me. “Goddess he knows.” Was all I said before I realized I was talking.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, “that was the best spot of head I’ve ever had.” And on the other end of the phone I was doubly humiliated for my Goddess’s roars of laughter.

“Tell him,” she said, “next time you two fags go out and play, you two should try out your playground, as see your Goddess” she said.