Forced bi

from here.

Well, after that first time, my Mistress had acquired a taste
for forcing her sub on another man, and would constantly be teasing
me about it, calling me cocksucker, making me blush, threatening to
arrange more such events. I know she was more than capable of doing so,
and my time with her from then on was heightened by a...well, a not unpleasant
sense of paranoia around her. Never knowing what she was planning, or not
planning. Feeling submission down deep because I knew I would have to obey.

Late one night she had me wearing a pair of baby-blue panties and a blue-striped apron kneeling by the side of her bed, forced to listen to her masterbate with a vibe, not allowed to watch. Incredibly frustrating, listening to that buzzing and the moans of pleasure I was not allowed to share or cause.

Then a face popped around the side of her bedroom door, scaring the hell out of both of us. It was close to 3 am and she was *not* expecting company! What had happened was, I had forgotten to lock the front door of the apartment. And this friend of hers had been bar-hopping in the neighboorhood and had just decided to come on over, not even bothering to knock, probably thinking he was going to get lucky.

I could have about died of embarrassment...had never been seen before by another guy
while I was in my sub role, especially with the two articles of female clothing Mistress
had put me in. Mistress threw a robe on and went out to the living room to talk to him,
and I tried my best to curl into an invisible blushing red ball on her bedroom floor
and disappear.

So am curled up, embarrassed, shaking and frightened at this unexpectedness and of being
seen...and then Mistress comes back in, orders me to stand. I do.

"Come on out and meet Tony.." She says with a wicked gleam in her eye. I trembled and begged her not to make me do this, or at least let me throw something on, but she would have none of it. So I let her lead me to the living room, feeling excited and terrified and about the most submissive I had ever felt in my life until that point.

I couldnt look him in the eye, just stared at the floor. There must have been some pleasantries exchanged but I cant remember them, head was all foggy, face was flushed. Mistress also explained our relationship to him, he was vanilla but apparently not too shocked. Heh, or was just too buzzed to care.

I do remember him talking something about how he didnt come all the way over here for nothing, and I heard Mistress volunteer me to 'take care of it'. Whereupon she told me to get to all fours in front of him to suck his cock. I moaned quietly and stole a look at her to see if she was serious...she was.

I got down on my knees, crawled to him as he slipped his jeans down, and took him into my mouth..gently this time, having learned from before to watch the teeth. I knelt there and sucked, and listened to him moan, all the while Mistress is stroking my hair..then my cock through the panties, whispering instructions, or how pleased she was with me for being such a good slave.. I felt like I was floating through heaven...

I...never heard her say nice things to me much, its one of the reasons the relationship ended--I wanted her to treat me like a friend, and consider me a person *before*
the domme-sub stuff. But her praise and her touches at that moment were pure bliss...I clean forgot the humiliation of what I was doing and concentrated on doing a good job of it..for her.

I heard the phone ring and she went to the other room to take it, telling me to behave and entertain Tony while she was gone. So I did, I kept on sucking...and then he starting carressing me through the panties, shocking me to hell.

The guy was straight, the guy was vanilla, the guy was making advances!

I'm 90% sure the next day after sobering up he went 'Oh my god, what did have I done??'

His touch was soft and I didnt resist it, having been told to entertain him. I meekly obeyed his lead. He whispered things like "Does this feel good? I'm not hurting you, am I? I've never done this before." It was awkward and embarrassing but...nice. I felt safer. Tony was drunk, but he was a nice guy. Nothing terribly bad would happen.

He then offered to suck me, and I obeyed, pulling the panties down and spreading my legs. Eventually we got into a 69 on our sides on the couch. The only caveat was that I had to tell him I was not allowed to cum--only Mistress could decide something like that. He didnt want to either, was enjoying himself, but still wanted to finish with Mistress.

Eventually she came back, and was highly amused and pleased with me. I was allowed to get up and she gave me a big hug and a smile--the first real warmth I'd felt from her in weeks. I felt...utterly owned. It was incredible, and knowing I'd pleased her gave me a high no drug could ever match.

It was an incredible experience, and much more pleasant than the first time I had been introduced to forced-bi play. Didnt feel ashamed (embarrassed, damn straight, but not ashamed) and I wasnt worried about my sexuality, feeling comfortable being a hetro submissive yet being able to surrender even that to a Lady that owns me. Its a good memory.