Becoming a Sissy Slave

He gave me the choice.

He had programmed me for a week and knew which way I would probably choose, but he gave me the choice. I could get out. Or I could continue. It was up to me.

On my knees or out the door. It was that easy.

Now I had to choose.

I guess I should backtrack, first. You might be scratching your head saying 'what choice?' Let me start at the beginning.

It began a week ago. I had decided to head out to an alternative bar. I had popped in here once or twice before for kicks. Usually, I'd go home and jerk off after, imagining what it would be like to live out some of the fantasies those people live. Crossdressing. Domination. Slaves and masters etc.

That night was a little different. I grabbed a beer at the bar and looked over the scene. There were all sorts of freaks at the bar. Some were hot, some not so much. But my crotch tingled when I looked at most of them.

Then a sexy blonde slid up next to me.

"Hey there. You look like you could use a friend."

Well, yeah. She was quite the looker. Deep blue eyes. Blonde hair to the middle of her back. Purple eye shadow, blush, red lipstick. A halter top that showed off all of her 36 D chest. A beautiful belly button piercing and a skirt that barely covered anything.

And oh those legs. Covered up with beautiful fishnet stockings, they went straight up. She had on hooker heels, too. Red and with a good 6-inch heel.

So hot.

And she smelled even better.

My crotch really started to twitch. She snuggled close to my ear and whispered, "If you are looking to get a little freaky tonight, let me know. I'm interested."

Jackpot!

A few more drinks and some small talk followed before she led me out of the bar and we were soon back at her place.

I'm not the most masculine guy in the world. Some might say I'm actually a bit feminine. I have a small build, I'm not too hairy and I let my hair grow to my shoulders. I have soft features, too. I've actually been hit on by guys who thought I was a woman from behind.