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Introduction and the first part of my storyHi there,I am glad, that you stayed until you found this text. This will be the introduction, to all the following parts, of my story of how I became a TV / Sissy.First of all: I am not a native speaker, so please forgive me grammar or spelling mistakes. I hope I will not have many of them, but I can’t really promise, that I will write or articulate everything in the right way. All started like 13/14 years ago. I was still going to school and living with my parents.I was used to watch regular porn and remarked, that I wanted more. Something more intense, more dirty and more “forbidden”. I found BDSM related porn and was amazed how the girls were handled by the dominant men (special thanks to kink.com and all of its affiliates).I don’t really know why, but I was turned on by the thought of beeing dominated and beeing “forced” to serve someone sexually. But at this time I did not think about serving a master, but preferably a mistress. My first sexuall encounter related to BDSM was with a prostitute. She had an ad in our local newspaper and stated there, that she was experienced with BDSM and beeing the dominant force at it. I called the number and nervously told her, that I would like to make an appointment. She told me, that it would be 50€ for about half an hour with her and I agreed.After I had called her and arranged a meeting with her about one hour later, I showered, mounted my bike and drove to her adress. She let me in and after a short conversation and handing over the money, we started. I will spare all of you with the details, but I will tell you that it was not what I had looked for. I still continued to fantasize about something like this and naturally found more and more porn related to themes like submission, domination, humiliation,…I even started to inform me about the different fetishes and tried to find out what I might be into. I was not sure, if I was into something special or not. A few month later I found the courage to visit a sexshop in my hometown. I was really nervous before I entered it, because I did sarıyer escort not wanted to be seen by someone I know. I parked my bike about 500 meter away from the shop and still was not sure if that would be enough. Inside the shop I learned that there was not only a shop, but also a “theater” in the back of the shop. I was curious and payed for the entrance to this part of the shop. Inside it was kind of dark and six rooms diverted from the main corridor. It seemed that it was once an normal appartement, which had been changed, to meet to needs of this theater. In each room the windows had a black foil on it, that no one was able to see through. Each room also had filthy and raunchy sofas and armchairs in it. The porn-movies were projected onto one wall of each room. In some of the rooms there were sitting some men from an age of 40 and above. It felt uncomfortable for me all the time, because I was still u******e and all of the men looked at me as if I were some kind of meat (Back then I did not notice, that they probably saw me as some kind of “meat” and wanted me to suck them, or else).I stayed for about 5 minutes, max. I looked into every room, looked at the porn for some time and then left. I nearly ran out of the shop, got to my bike and drove home. As I arrived home I was kind of confused about the fact, that I really went to a sexshop and then also payed to enter a theater with porn movies in it. What I learned in this time:If you are confused about something = ask googleI did ask google and informed myself about these porn theaters, sexshops and everthing I found related to that. Some weeks later I found myself on the way to the sexshop again. This time I was curious about all the toys, they would sell there.I entered the shop (I parked my bike again about 500 meter away from the entrance) and started to look at the different toys. After I was finished with that, I decided to buy some clamps for my nipples. It really turned me on in the porn, when there was a woman wearing nice clamps on her nipples esenyurt escort and for that reason I decided to try it. As I was really horny and wanted to try them on right in this moment. I payed for the entrance of the theater too and entered. I looked through all the rooms and this time there were not so many men as the time before. I entered an empty room, raised my shirt and set the clamps. It hurt like hell. I in- and exhaled some times deep and took the clamps of again. As I rubbed my nipples I felt how sensitive they were, but how good they felt. I decided to set the clamps again. With some deep breaths I endured the first wave of pain and dropped my shirt. I walked through the other two rooms and looked at the porn, but also noticed, that I was curiously peeking at the men and what they did. I don’t know why I was interested in seeing them jerking their cocks, but I was. I had never thought before about a mans cock or something in that direction, but in this moment I found it exciting. After some minutes I felt my nipples at every step I made and went back to the first room to take them of. Unfortunately it was not empty any more. There was a guy sitting on the sofa, watching the porn and jerking his cock. I secretly tried to take of the clamps and raised my shirt again. Immediately the guy turned his head and watched me. I dropped my shirt and looked at the porn. He stood up and left the room. I raised my shirt above my head and took the clamps of. Right after I was finished I started to rub my nipples, because they hurt and were sore. Suddenly the guy entered the room again and catched me red handed. I stopped rubbing my nipples and looked at him.He said something, but I really don’t remember what it was. Shortly after that he started to rub my nipples with his fingers. It felt incredibly good, but as soon as his hands started to wander on my body I kind of became “awake and alert”. I drew back, excused myself and left. As fast as I could I left the theater. The cashier of the shop mustered me and smiled a bit, as he looked avrupa yakası escort me in the eye. I think he must have seen panic and confusion. I got to my bike and drove home. At home I hid the clamps on top of my armoire. In the evening I fantasized about the day and thought about what had happened.My thoughts cirkled around the guy rubbing my nipples and how good that felt. I was totally confused and started to look after it on google, but could not really find something new about it. I just found sites which I allready knew and which I allready had visited much often. I was not sure what that all was meaning.The next days I started to wear the clamps at home, when my parents were not present. I started to like it really much how they “bit” my nipples and remarked how the pain increased my horniness. Every time I jerked I wore the clamps and watched more and more bdsm porn. It was a rush. The pain and the pleasure combined with porn in which dominant men fucked, tied and abused submissive woman. It was simply great and I came often to that. The next step was taken a few weeks later. I could not get rid of the though of the porn theater and so I drove back there. I had my clamps with me and after I entered, I found myself raising my shirt and putting them on. I walked through every room and looked at the men and how they jerked their cocks.In one room there was a guy who looked at me after I entered and asked me if I wouldn’t want to jerk him off. My knees were shaking a little, because I would have never thought, that I would say “yes” to an offer like that, but I did. I took a seat next to him and started to wank him. He looked at the porn and by the moans of him, he enjoyed what I did with his cock. It felt strange at first, but with every minute it became more and more teasing for me.After about 10 Minutes he came while I was still jerking him. His load ran down from the head of his cock onto my hand. He smiled and gave me a paper towel, to clean my hand. After we were finished he got up and left. For some more minutes I wandered through the different rooms and looked at the present guys, but did not had the courage to ask someone if I could jerk him. Finally I left the theater and drove back home. From this point on the wish to visit this theater again became really intense for me. I noted, that I really liked the idea of jerking someone off and wondered, if I would like other things also.
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