Sissy That Walk: Femboy Domination

Sissified for the gentleman callers

I pulled my car into the parking lot around the back of the shopping complex. The store I wanted to visit had a front and back entrance. I preferred going in through the back. Less chance of anyone spotting me. Some men might have a reason for going into a lingerie shop, like buying a present for their wives or girlfriends, but I had no such excuse. I was here for me.

Today was special. I was going to treat myself.

I had received a promotion at work, district assistant manager for the largest hardware store chain in the state. It was seven years coming. I deserved it. And I was going to celebrate.

It was a Tuesday evening, so I shouldn't have too much trouble securing a date for the night. I wasn't much to look at. Early forties, average build, a bookish looking type, but I had a full head of hair and a face that some men found attractive.

What I did have going for me was a fetish that plenty of guys found irresistible. I brushed my hand under my shirt and fingered the band of the lace bralette I was wearing. I loved lace. It felt rough and sensual on my skin. I had chosen a solid purple set that morning. I had toyed with the idea of wearing the white one with pink rosebuds, but the purple had won out.

Heading in through the door, I was overwhelmed by the selection. My fingers immediately started perusing, checking for sizes on the individual pieces that were catching my eye. I hadn't bought anything electric blue in a while, and the color was calling to me. But then I spotted a lingerie set in delicate, black lace, embellished with elegant, frothy, feathery trim.

My cock stirred. The outfit consisted of an intricately designed lace bralette and panties and a sheer, baby doll nightie with thin, silk straps; feathery trim skirting the bottom.

I reached for the price tag. It was more than I had intended on spending. But then I was celebrating. Along with the promotion came an increase in my salary. I lifted the panties from the rack. They were essentially assless. I thought about the black cottontail butt plug I had at home.

The image sent shivers through my body; the thought of the combination. My cock strained against the thin, silk material of my panties. My decision was made. This was going home with me. I flipped through the sizes, grabbed a medium in the panties but a large in the other two pieces. My hips were compact, but my shoulders were broad. Slipping into a fitting room was out of the question. I had learned to judge the fit through years of practice.

My purchase neatly wrapped in tissue and placed in a smart lingerie bag with silken rope handles, I headed out to my car. It was always a thrill as I crossed the parking lot; that maybe someone might spot me, discover my secret. It made my skin tingle with excitement.

I looked up and down the parking lot, but it was essentially deserted.

Safe back in my car, I peered into the bag. The tissue was sealed with a circular, gold sticker with the store's logo on it. I touched it with my fingers. That seal held an excitement of its own. When I arrived home, I would place the wrapped package on my bed and carefully unseal it, spreading the tissue out on my bedding, giving myself a few moments to gaze down upon my purchase—imagine myself in it—imagine being fucked in it.

I shivered and started the car. The sooner I was home, the sooner my night would begin.

It didn't take me long to find a suitable companion for the evening. I had been chatting with a few guys over the past week, feeling them out. My profile stating, "Sissy looking for satisfaction" garnered me a fair amount of interest on the local fetish site I had signed up for.

I smoothed out the edges of the tissue. Even the sound and feel of the tissue made me hard. Gazing down at the lingerie, I let my fingers wander over my cock. A deep, purple stain would be forming on my silk panties, precum leaking from my tip. I lowered my hand away.

I needed to get ready.