How I Turned My Best Friend’s Closet Cross-Dressing Slut of a Husband into My Bitch with a bit of Delicious Blackmail
My best friend doesn’t know it, but she’s married to a secret crossdresser. Moreover, a closet cross-dressing slut to be more precise. Now, this isn’t a tidbit that I sought to find out. But let me tell you, I know how to exploit such a delicious piece of intel when it falls into my lap. So, let me tell you how I came in possession of this scrumptious morsel and made him my own personal plaything.
You see, my best friend and I have been friends since high school. We’ve also been neighbors for years now. So, when she asked me to water the plants while she was out of town (her husband would kill them if left to his own devices), I said no problem. She also asked that I check in on her husband as well. You know, just to make sure he hasn’t burned the house down and all. She always says he would shrivel up and die without some sort of supervision, and knowing what I know about him, I had to concur.
I decided to stop by before going to the office. I helped myself to the spare key that was hidden outside (it was in one of those hidden key rocks). Then I proceeded to walk in like it was my own home. I guess I was quiet about it because I don’t think her hubby heard me. What I saw left my mouth gaping. There he was, this “man of the house” in a slinky little outfit.
I couldn’t believe it! Seems my best friend’s husband was a closet cross-dressing slut
He (or should I say SHE) was wearing sheer black panties and a matching demi bra. He also had on a garter belt that was holding up a sheer black pair of thigh highs, complete with that sexy seem going up the back. Not only that, but he was sporting a pair of 4-inch fuck-me heels, completing his ensemble.
The only thing that was going through my head was Oh. My. God!! My bestie is married to a crossdresser! And by the looks of it, he’s a closet cross-dressing slut to boot!! The second thing that went through my mind was, oh I am going to have SOOOO much fun with this secret panty loving sissy!
The little closet cross-dressing slut only turned around when he heard the distinct sound of my phone clicking away. You see, I was busy gathering the incriminating evidence of his closet slut identity. Gotta say, that initial look on his face was priceless. Guess it was a good thing I caught it all on my phone for prosperity, hehehe.
“My my, oh my. What do we have here?” I taunted.
I swear the slutty crossdresser went ghost white when he turned around to see me standing there.
That’s when he realized his precious little secret world was crumbling around him. He started to stutter excuses at me. Gotta tell ya, it was just the cutest thing to see him go into full panic mode. Does that make me a bit of a sadist? Perhaps, lol.
“Now now, little sissy, no reason we have to make this go any further than between us. Well, or maybe a few choice friends of mine. Not if you do whatever I say. We wouldn’t want these pictures to find their way to your wife? Or your Boss? Or your family, would we?”
That’s when my closet crossdresser knew he was my little bitch now, and he would be doing whatever I say, whenever I say, and in front of whomever I say.
Care to be the exposed closet cross-dressing slut in star in a sex story of our own? One where I blackmail you into doing whatever I want, whenever I want? As you can see, I can easily turn you into MY little cross-dressing bitch!
You know my number.
Now start dialing it for a sadistically delicious heaping of a humiliation phone sex session!
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