Delivery Day

I was having a TV delivered. A 40 inch 4K Smart Television for my living room. I had a bit of money left from Dad's estate after I had bought my flat so I wanted to treat myself. I'm not really a movie buff and I didn't watch a lot of TV shows but I'd be convinced to buy one by someone in my life, my online Dominatrix, Goddess Jessica.

I was on very strict instructions to watch at least an hour of sissy hypno and at least one hour of interracial pornography every day, and while watching on my laptop was quite convenient, Goddess said the effects would be doubled on a huge 4k screen.

So I made the purchase online and arranged for it to be delivered and installed by a technician. I wasn't very technically minded and mounting and setting up a TV wasn't going to end well. I wasn't built for manly stuff like that. I was never good at sport or DIY, I was too short and skinny for that. I was always the last person picked for teams in gym class in school, even the fat kids got picked before me. I was teased and borderline bullied throughout my school life.

I have always been skinny and short compared to the rest of the boys. I was small, blonde and sensitive. My name is Peter but I quickly gained the nicknames "Gay Boy" and "Pammy the Poof". But, in all honesty, it wasn't that bad. You hear of queer kids being tormented in school and, while I got teased a lot, it never went too far. It was kinda just accepted that I was gay and that was the end of it. Of course, the massive irony was that I wasn't gay. I was definitely queer, no doubt about that but I always fancied girls more than boys. I yured for female attention, to have a girlfriend but the combination of being "Pammy the Poof" and my crippling shyness meant I remained girlfriend free for all my school life. My lack of love and sex life left me a very horny and lonely teenager and I found my escape, and my place, in the world of online pornography. Pornhub and XHamster were the first two websites I started going to for sexual gratification.

But I quickly found that my interest in vanilla porn wasn't as strong as some of my friends and my curiosity, and horniness, led me down a rabbit hole into the world of BDSM. More specifically, female domination. These beautiful, strong, powerful women dominating weak men was so hot to me, I would stroke my dick for hours and hours, late into the night to these Femdom Goddesses.

I began to learn more and more terms and fetishes which only got me more and more addicted. Sissification, Chastity, Cuckolding, Humiliation, Pegging, Gooning and maybe the most controversial of all the fetishes, Findom. I developed so many fetishes.

It was a few weeks after my 18th birthday that I had decided to take the plunge. I'd known in my heart for a long time but it was time to commit to it and become the sissy slut that I was destined to be. I'd been given a hefty sum of money as a birthday gift from my Grandfather. I was his only grandchild and since my Dad had died when I was only five years old, the only grandchild he would ever have. I loved my Grandfather deeply but like a lot of men of his generation his world views didn't exactly line up with mine. He was a misogynist and a racist basically, to put it in simple terms. Not a progressive, let's put it that way. I decided that I'd use his gift to purchase a pink chastity cage, a pair of hot pink panties and a 12 inch realistic black dildo. It only seemed fair.

I still lived with my Mother at this point in my life but she was always pretty cool and gave me plenty of freedom and privacy. I knew that my post would not be opened and that I could keep all my kinky stuff in my room without it being found. That was just the beginning of my sissy adventure.

The doorbell rang. It was 17:45 in the afternoon and, of course, the delivery was supposed to be between 18:00 and 20:00. He was early, which was better than being late, I guess.

The only problem was that I was just about at the end of my cock sucking practice for the day. On top of the 2 hours of mandatory porn, I was so tasked with cock sucking practice every day. I was in a complete daze, I got up quickly ready to answer the door. I was currently dressed in a slutty lingerie set. A lacy black black bra and matching countless panties, my tiny pink chastity cage proudly on display, paired with a garter belt and sheer black stockings. I had thick red lipstick on my lips that stained my gorgeous black dildo.

I grabbed a pair of grey joggers and hoodie and quickly wiped the lipstick from my lips as the door bell sounded again. I ran to the door to let the delivery guy in. I flung open the door and was caught dead in my tracks. The delivery man was hot. He must have been in his mid thirties, at least 6 foot tall. He was a very handsome black man, his skin colour the same tone as my dildo, that until a few seconds ago was down my throat. I looked up at him like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"Hi there. I've got a package for Ms Peter Thomas." the gorgeous delivery man said.

I always put my title as Ms on deliveries just for fun. But very rarely does anyone actually say it. I'm already flustered and can feel my face turning red from embarrassment, which makes my little cage cock twitch just a little.

"Yes, hi, that's me. Thank you!" I reply, stumbling over my words.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" hot delivery guy says, with a smile almost like he can detect my embarrassment.

"Of course, come in, I'll show you around." I quickly reply without thinking.

"Just the living room I think, that's where I'm installing this, right? Or maybe your bedroom?" He says, the smile still etched on his handsome face.

"No, no, the living room, please. That would be perfect, thank you." i reply,

I lead this black king through my flat to the living room. I try to live a humble lifestyle. I have an okay, working from home job and I have savings left from my Dad's estate but I'm not rich by anyones standards. I live in a studio flat, on my own. I keep my flat fairly vanilla in terms of design. In my fantasies I live in an ultra kinky bimbo Barbies Dream House with 24/7 surveillance from a wicked and strict Mistress. But in real life I live in a kinda standard flat. This new TV is probably the most expensive and outlandish item I've ever owned.

"Can I use your toilet?" sexy delivery driver asks, interrupting my train of thought.

You can use me as a toilet I think to myself.

"Yes, of course. It's the last door on the right!" i say

"Thanks." he replies

It's literally seconds later that I remember that sitting on the side window sill of my bathroom is a XL butt plug and 7 inch dildo drying after I washed them. They are part of my anal training and I always leave them there to dry. They are on complete display, there is no way my hot delivery driver isn't going to see them. I'm powerless as I watch him walk down the hall towards the door. I think about shouting out to stop him but I'm frozen. He opens the door and walks into my bathroom. The door closes behind him. I'm mortified and utterly humiliated. And, of course, I'm practically cumming in my grey joggers. Oh fuck. What is he gonna think? Will he say anything? Will he forcibly bend me over, spank my ass for being a disgusting, naughty, horny sissy girl and fuck me within an inch of my life? Shit. I'm horny as fuck.

I hear a flush, then the running of water as he washes his hands, and then he appears seconds later. Like nothing had happened. Probably because nothing had happened,

"All set up and ready to go!" says Marcus, proud of his handy work. He had quickly set up the TV and practically without effort had mounted to the wall. He was masterful with a screwdriver, which made me wonder what over tools he could handle.

His name is Marcus, I had discovered through the art of small talk.

"Thank you so much, you've done an amazing job"

He looks down at me and smiles. There is an awkward moment of silence. I put my hand in my pocket and produce the fifty pound note. I hold it out in my hand towards him.

"This is a tip for you, Sir." I finally say, my voice sounding very timid and quiet. I hadn't planned on calling him Sir, it just fell out of my mouth but it felt natural.

He takes the fifty and quickly puts it in his pocket.

"Is that all you want to give me? Somehow I don't think it is" he says, a cocky smile on his handsome face. He has been maintaining eye contact with me but as he asks the question his eyes look down at his own crouch, his hand resting on his bulge.

"I..." I stammer, I can't believe what is happening, I can't form words let alone sentences. Is this really happening.

"Just ask nicely" he says,

"Can I please suck your cock, Sir." I can't believe my own words. My desperation and horniness take over and my brain doesn't have time to react.

He laughs. "What a good boy. Yes, you can." he unbuckles his belt "lose the clothes."

I don't even think. The hoodie and joggers are off in an instant and I'm completely exposed in my slutty lingerie and chastity cage in front of this total stranger.

"Oh wow! Okay, you are a fucking slut. On your knees." he says

I obey without a second hesitation, I'm on my knees at the feet of a dominant black man, my head is level with his crotch. My little caged penis throbs in its pink plastic prison. I'm so horny and desperate. His trousers drop to his feet and I can see the outline of his cock in his tight boxer shorts. I'm completely mesmerised by the sight. His cock looks huge and it's not even hard. Not yet.

"Go ahead, slut. Time to get to work." He says, looking down at me.

I take hold of the top of his boxers with both hands and slowly pull them down his legs. His magnificent cock is slowly revealed starting with the thick, veiny shaft. I look in awe at the girth of his cock and the size of his huge, full balls. His cock is beginning to get hard and it is already massive. He is circumcised and the head of his cock looks so incredibly delicious. I need to suck and worship his cock right now. I press my face against his huge manhood and inhale the intoxicating scent of a real man's cock before I start slowly kissing down the shaft of his hardening cock.

"That's a good girl. Show me how much you want it." He purrs, as my kisses become longer, his cock getting wet from my lips. He is getting so hard now, his dick must be at least 8 inches. Marcus grabs a handful of my blonde hair and slowly and softly pushes my face towards his huge, swollen member. The head of his cock enters my mouth, filling it with the delicious taste of black dick and precum. His cock slides down my throat, until my chin touches his balls and my nose is pressed into the smattering of pubic hair above his glorious dick.

I suck his cock for over half an hour, my hours of practice on my dildo paying off. Gagging on his cock, looking up at this black king, his hand tight gripping my blonde help. I stop sucking for a few seconds just to catch my breath but quickly bury my face into his thickn full, balls, covering them in worship kisses. I just wish I was still wearing my lipstick, maybe next time. Oh my god I hope there is a next time. I get his cock back in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I keep my hands off his cock, as my Goddess always says "never use your hands during a blow job, if he wanted a hand job he would ask for one." I desperately want to make him cum with my mouth, to swallow his huge load. He is getting close to cumming, I can feel it. His moans are like music to my ears and make my tiny dick dance with frustration in its cage. Marcus grabs my hair again and forcefully instructs me to speed up. I obey.

"Oh fuck!" Escapes Marcus's mouth as he cums down my throat. His hand grips the back of my head, keeping my nose pressed into him, his cock deep down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow every delicious drop of his cum and I had no intention of wasting any. He keeps his cock down my throat until his orgasm is done. My eyes are watering. He finally releases my hair, I pull his huge cock out of my mouth and I'm allowed to breathe again. I look up at him for approval, like a puppy dog to his Master.

"What a good little cock sucker you are." He says "I like a girl who knows her place."

"Thank you, Sir." I reply still on my knees staring up at him like a love sick teenager. I'm so deep in subspace. I'd do anything he said.

"I have your number, I'll message you when I need a little slut to drain my balls again." He says as he pulls up his trousers.

"Please do!" I reply, a little too eagerly. He smirks. Oh my god he's so hot.

I'm still on my knees, dressed in only slutty lingerie and my chastity cage, with a belly full of hot jizz. Marcus picks up his tool bag and walks towards the door.

"I'll see myself out. You'll hear from me again soon." He opens the front door and walks out "Enjoy your TV" he smirks again as he closes the door.

I collapse on the floor of my flat, completely overwhelmed, over stimulated and hornier than I'd ever been. My cock is still doing its little frustration dance in its little plastic cage. I'm not allowed to unlock it for another four days. I'm staying denied till then but I would have happily sacrificed a thousand orgasms to suck that cock. I simply must tell Goddess as soon as possible about this. She'll be so proud of me.

To be continued.