I never really cared about being a girl so I wasn’t wearing especially girly clothes. Even so my 75C tits with pierced nipples and my big ass weren�...��t hidden under my jeans and casual shirt. As I entered the store a few guys turned to look at me and I felt like they stopped talking for a moment. At that moment I thought nothing of it and ignored it and just went the counter to get into the tournament. I got my DCI-number and soon the tournament began (The format was Legacy Constructed for those. .So as the contest continued...they decided to vote on a winner...and a loser....and the winner got to make the loser do what ever he wanted.....After the first round guess who was the loser?...yes, me....and the winner was....Chris....oh shit...Chris told me to get on my knee's and stick my butt out. and show the other boys my butthole....and i had to stay that way until Chris said...I got a towel, and did as I was ordered....at first the others were laughing and playing with their dicks,. Things had turned drastically to the slave role for me! Was I ready to allow them to restrain me? Who knew what would come next? I knew I should stop now, and set parameters, a safe word. But I was incredibly turned on. The thought of bring constrained while they used me was a burning in my crotch. I felt light headed, and excited. And so it was that my ankles were cuffed to my wrists, over my head, and my ass and balls were exposed, me helpless to prevent any action this couple wanted to. ” “John, this is Susan.“ I called immediately. - Susan! What a pleasant surprise. - I hardly found your number. Listen, I’m not working there anymore. If you want, we can meet. - I’ll be back tomorrow from Chicago. Where should I come? - At my place. - Agreed. Send me the address. „I’ll fuck her as soon as I get there. Why did she call me? Maybe… Aagh! It doesn’t matter, stop making fool of yourself. Uh...“ – I thought. For all day long. My head was possessed by the scene of fucking.