“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he mutters. Another press forward and this time I can’t help but gag, and in doing so my teeth make contact with skin. I try...to pull my head away, but he’s still holding on tight. “Easy with the teeth, honey,” he laughs. I’m in no laughing mood as I stare up into his eyes defiantly, but he’s still sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “Oh baby, I’m almost there. Just like that honey,” still shoving his cock down my throat, but a little bit lighter now. A good lesson. “I am not gay” he insisted and the subject was dropped. Well for a couple of weeks anyway. But of course he hadn’t given up hope and again, one night, he began to push her again. He was very surprised when she went down on his and did indeed suck him. Not a full blowjob, just enough to get him hard. “Oh baby that is so good” he moaned. The next day, over breakfast, Sandra asked if he had enjoyed it. “Oh God yes” he said “it was great”. Nothing more was said.The following day was Saturday and. It was a simple gold chain, 24 karat, barely long enough to be hidden by the collar of my shirt, per Army regulations. The mouth of the clasp could either attach to the end, where my shirt would hide it, or somewhere along the chain, to turn it into a choker style necklace. It had single charm on it, a ring like one would find on a collar. I thought about the ramifications of this gift, what donning it would mean. Accepting it would be a tacit agreement to continue my submission to him. The. "To all my friends and colleagues,As you know my wife has recently left me, that trauma has made me decideto be true to myself and honest to you all.The reason for our split was that my wife discovered that I am acrossdresser and a gay sissy. Because of this I have decided that I mustnow come out of the closet.My boyfriend Graham, whom I love dearly and would do anything for, isbeing hugely supportive and helping me to adjust to this full timechange in my life. I apologise for any difficulties.