So, I am going to give a short run down on how we got to this. Me, anxiously waiting for Ray to pick me up and why, I am waiting dressed in chunky high heel sandals, lacy knickers, hold ups and a tight fitting lacy top.
As I said, I started fancying Ray but feeling uncomfortable with it. I didnt 'want' to fancy him, or any other guy for that matter. I just couldnt help it.
I remember one visit as I waited in the treatment room, in just my boxers, I suddenly had a raging hard on. I was about to put my jeans back on when he came in.
"I am so sorry" I said "err this is embarrassing"
"Happens all the time" he said "It will go down in a sec"
And sure enough, as he started working on my sore back, my manhood started to behave itself.
Over the year we would talk about all sorts. Politics, F1, Football, the movies and music. I really enjoyed the conversation.
One day I got two free tickets to touring cars at Brands Hatch and running out of options for people to join me I asked Ray and he happily accepted.
We had a great time and ultimately, after that, we started to become friends.
Then, one day I visited as a patient, I saw a change in him. His white tunic had been replaced with a black one. His black chinos, replaced with jeans and instead of the smart shoes he always wore, replaced with trainers.
When he walked in the room my heart beat so heard I thought he would hear it. I wanted him.
"Mid life crisis" he said, as if he read my mind wondering about the change of outfir.
The session was the same as always. Working on my lower back, my arms and my neck before turning his attention to my legs. The only difference was that I had a raging hardon the whole time and I did not attempt to hide it. A couple of times his groin rubbed against my hand, I swear he did it on purpose
The next thing I know was he was inviting me around his for the evening.
"Some drinks and football" he said
We had quite a few drinks, complained all the way through the footbal and then I left. We always hug each other, pure man hugs but this time he kissed me, on the lips!
I walked away wondering what had just happened. I know he is part Greek and I wondered, is that a culture thing!
Nothing was said about it when we met next and I just had the same treatment but again, I was hard as soon as he touched me and stayed hard all the way through.
When we went out for a drink a few weeks later, he told me he had joined a club. He didnt tell me much but I knew it was a sex type club. He told me he needed a partner to go with him and would I want to.
"Yes" I said.
I realised I had said yes knowing nothing about the club but something in me just urged me to see yes and to trust him.
"There plenty of pussy" he said
A few days after he messaged me.
"We are going to the club on Saturday. I am sending you something to wear. You MUST do everything I say, everything you are asked. You need to trust me. If you do, put on what I send you.If you dont, just say no and we will never speak about the club again"
The package arrived and in it was a message.
Wear this, nothing else. Its a test, its all a test. If you pass, you get into the club of your dreams. If you dont pass, you wont even remember going"
In the packaged were the high heels, hold ups, knickers and top.
Obviously there is no way I am doing this, I suddenly realised the guy is crazy!
I picked up my phone to tell him no but hey, why not at least try the gear on I thought
I did so, I looked in the mirror in the hall.
I messaged him straight away.
"See you Saturday"
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