I continue to tell things that my master has asked me to tell, he wants me to tell how I came to serve him. After some childish games, I had already become fond of dressing up as a woman. I used my mother's and sisters' dresses at first, but discreetly, I made my own outfit: a short cowboy dress, sexy underwear, and boots. I couldn't just stay at home, I had planned a walk through a park that was rumored to be a cruising area.

I arrived covered in a coat, terrified of being caught on the street, I always get embarrassed, I put on a wig and styled it a bit before, and I was ready to strut around. I strolled through the park, which seemed empty, but it was actually full of hidden people, fucking... it was a gay contact spot, and although some people looked at me with lust, they continued with their business. I quickly lost my fear. I wasn't thinking of fucking that night, I had played a bit, but all I wanted was to dress up and go out like that.

I sat down for a moment, and soon a guy approached me, little by little. In the end, he sat down next to me, he was a rather ugly guy, I pretended to be crazy to see if he would leave. Instead, he grabbed my hand and put it between his legs, slowly he pulled down his pants and ended up with his cock in my hand. He was moving so I could jerk him off well. At first, it disgusted me, but I was already so excited that I started giving him a handjob, making a face of lust. He didn't take long to cum all over the place. I got up and walked away, swaying between the trees.

Another guy approached me through the bushes, starting to tell me in my ear how good I looked and if I wanted cock. I refused, he grabbed my waist and started to touch me, he was getting tense, so I started touching his cock to see if he had enough with a handjob, he insisted that I suck it, but I didn't like the smell of that cock too much. He wasn't being aggressive, but he was being pushy, then a guy came out of the trees shouting at the pushy guy, "Come on, dude, can't you see you're bothering her?" and he left.

My savior was an older guy, but not old, thin, and with a dangerous look, he told me it was dangerous to come with that attitude... that they would end up raping me, that he himself had thought about it. He was wearing leather pants, and his tattoos were quite visible even at night. Then he said, "You need a friend to walk around," I went home in shame, without taking him out of my head.

It took me a couple of weeks to return, more discreetly and directly to the spot where I said goodbye to the guy the other day, rejecting annoying people. I saw him in the distance, and discreetly, I went towards him. He was in his corner, looking at me with a charcoal smile, saying, "Are you coming so I can take care of you?" I didn't say anything, he grabbed my arm, and we went behind the trees kindly. He pulled down his pants without saying anything and lifted his cock. I knelt down and started sucking,...