Forced Crossdressing Phonesex – The Birth of Candy

Forced Sissy Phonesex

Not all men want to cross dress. Some must be forced into it, but I don’t mind a challenge. One such occasion presented itself to me one afternoon after happy hour when I found myself in my room with a coworker of mine. His name was…well, I don’t even remember what his name was before I got a hold of him. I had a brand new pair of red panties that I convinced him to try on.

“Darling, I bought these panties, but I haven’t seen them on. Would you be a doll and try them on please?”

“What? No way! I’m a man, I’m not putting those on.”

“Oh, come on. Just for a quick second.” I spotted his phone on my dresser, and grabbed it.

“What are you doing, Silver? Give me my phone.”

“Put on the panties, or I’ll call up your wife and tell her you’re here. I’m sure she’d love to know you’re with a hot blondie from the office right now. I start scrolling through the phone.

“Ok, ok, I’ll do it, but only for a second, ok? But give me my phone first.”

I threw the panties at him. “That’s not how this works, darling. Put these on.” I stared him **** in the eye, daring him to disobey.

He reluctantly started to undo his belt and unzip his pants at my threat. I had absolutely no disregard as to what would happen if his wife or family found out he was here. The relationship wasn’t even sexual, but if I didn’t get my way, I’d make sure everyone thought it was. He unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. He started to pull the panties on.

“What are you doing? Take off your underwear first.” He gulped, but did as he was told, keeping his eye on the phone in my hand. I could see his cock dangling between his legs. “Tuck that thing between your legs. Now spin around and lift up your shirt so I can see the back.” SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! When his back was turned to me, I took a few photos with his phone.

“Silver! What the hell did you just do?!” He turned towards me and I took a couple more.

I sent the pictures to myself via text “Oh come on. You didn’t think I could resist snapping some photos of you in my panties, did you?” His eyes got wide.

“ll tell you something else too, I own you. If you don’t oblige my requests, these pictures will make their way through your whole network of colleagues and friends. By the way darling, I’ll be calling you Candy from here on out. It’s the perfect little bimbo name for you, toy.”  He hung his head in shame because he knew I was right.

He was in my clutches now, and I was going to make him my cross dressing boy toy. He’s going to squirm for my enjoyment.

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