Under Everyday Clothes - Sex Stories

Under Everyday Clothes

(This is a f/m light femdom story with graphic sexual and BDSM descriptions, including spanking, collaring, teasing, bondage, male crossdressing, and a remote control vibrating anal plug. All characters are enthusiastically consenting and, of course, over the age of 18. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only. This story was made possible by an anonymous commission. Enjoy!)

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"Conner, could you pass me the pretzels over there?" Siobhan's mother asked, pointing to a shopping bag filled with all manner of party foods.

I was helping her out in the kitchen while Siobhan and her father entertained the rest of the guests around the pool patio.

It wasn't the first time I'd been invited to my girlfriend's parents' house, but I still felt a strong urge to make a good impression, especially given the sort of family reunion vibe going on at this particular event.

It wasn't officiallycalled a family reunion, but there were aunts and uncles and cousins everywhere you looked, and even if it wasn't intended that way, there was an unshakable feeling of a tryout, a chance to determine whether I could someday be classified as part of that family.

As such, I reached for the pretzels with a little bit of extra flourish, bringing my arm around in an arc like an illusionist as I leaned over the bag.

Right when I was extended to my most precarious position, the remote-controlled plug wedged deep in my ass suddenly activated, sending out deep, powerful thrums of ...

... vibration.

Startled, I threw the bag up in the air and just barely managed to catch it to my chest with acrunch.

I held it out to Siobhan's mom in one hand, steadying myself against the counter with the other, all the flourish gone out of me.

"Are you all right?" she asked me.

"Mm-hmm," I answered, every part of my body clamping down around the dirty little secret inside me.

It was still vibrating, forcing a near-instant erection, which was trapped in the uncomfortable downward position in my pants, in addition to the even more uncomfortable position of being in the same room with my girlfriend's mother.

"You're white as a sheet," she said, taking a step closer and reaching out, ready to examine me as if she were my own mother.

In my right mind, that might have been a nice sign of how she was growing to see me. At this moment, it made things so much worse.

I stepped away, maintaining the distance.

She glanced down, noticing how awkwardly, cautiously, I was moving my legs, and said, "The bathroom is... well, you know where it is," she said, gesturing.

She must have thought -- Ihoped she thought -- that I was dealing with a very different sort of embarrassing situation, but I couldn't hang around and think about how embarrassed to be about that.

I took the out and shuffled down the hallway toward the bathroom, which was thankfully the same direction as the backyard. The same direction as Siobhan.

A couple of other family members whose names I ...