Dressing Tommy
I sit here waiting for Adam. That’s the rule. It’s been that way for quite some time. But I’m ok with that. I know this is as much for me as it is for him.
I can’t help but think about how it got to this. It all started so casual. Before we were this, when everything was new. The new band, new music, new tour.
The first time it was not even close to what it is now. We were out shopping. Well he was shopping, I was just trailing behind listening to him go on and on about how this looks with that. He stopped and shrieked. Like a fucking girl. He spins around, holding up a black silk shirt. “Glitter baby you HAVE to have this. It’s just perfect!” I can’t argue with him. Of course he gets it for me. I had no idea it would lead to all this.
It started with that shirt. Next thing I know he’s buying me jeans and shirts every time he needs to go shopping. Then he starts with the boots. Fuck, I love those boots. That first pair were just amazing, and when he put them on me, it just took things to a new level.
It’s that first shirt that still gives me chills every time he asks me to wear it. The first time he actually put it on me, the marks he left on my skin under each button. It makes me weak in the knees just thinking about it. It was from there that he made it more and more sensual.
It started to become regular, Adam dressing me before we would leave. Then he got the idea in his head.
“Please baby, just once. I will only do it once. And they won’t have any idea.” Sometimes I hate that he has the power over me that I won’t argue with him.
He wanted to dress me up for the show. He wouldn’t even let me see until it was almost time to go on stage. I just laughed. He was having this major vampire obsession. So of course he finds me a jacket that looks like it belongs in Interview with a Vampire. The soft velvet on the jacket, the red and purple flowers. And of course, just like always I look fucking amazing. He even talks me into letting them put a little curl in my hair.
I should have known once was not enough. But then again, it was New Orleans so I let it slide. He wants us all to have on masks. He pulls me aside just before we go on. He slides off my simple mask and replaces it with one that looks like a fucking kitty. He just smacks me on the ass and says “Play nice kitty” as I go up on stage.
Sometimes he dresses me up and no one can see. Like the night he gave me a purple belt from my right hip, across my belly to my left hip. I could feel every suck, every tooth mark every time I moved. I think that was one of my favorite things to wear.
One day he decided I need a new tattoo. I can’t remember when it no longer became my choice what I wore, but by this time it was always his choice. This, however, was the only time I had a choice. It was small, but I am so proud to wear it. ‘Mine’ over my heart.
Some days he decides I need to wear something kinky. Just to keep me on edge all day. Like the time I had the cock ring on all day, all through the show and was begging him to leave the party he just had to go to that night. He more than made it worth it. A few months after that it was the collar. I think he spent most of the day running his finger across it whispering a lusty mine in my ear. That I would wear again, that night was amazing. I think that time it was almost too much for him.
It took him almost no time to figure out my silk fetish. The silk ties he uses on my hands, around my neck drive me wild. That night when I came home to find the bag sitting on the bed I never imagined it would be that. And when I opened it, I just didn’t know. Until I touched it, felt my cock jump for it. So of course, by the time Adam came home I was lying in bed with the black silk nightie on. His eyes just lit up. “Beautiful baby. I knew you would love it.” When he made love to me that night I felt totally consumed.
That’s how I ended up here, waiting for Adam to come dress me. But tonight he gets help. Tonight he is making me pretty, all in drag for a night out on the town. So of course Sutan is coming to help. So I wait, naked on the bed waiting for Adam. Because that’s the rule. I sit and wait and am not allowed to touch myself. It’s always torture, the desire I have knowing he is going to be here soon, touching me.
He comes in first, bags in hand, leaving Sutan in the hall for a few. “Oh baby, so pretty waiting for me. You ready for this?” I just look down at my aching cock. I don’t think I can do this in the state I am in right now.
“Want me to take care of that first?” All I can do is nod. He pushes me back onto the bed. Running his fingers over my tip, taking all the pre come that has been leaking for some time now. He slides one finger in his mouth, moaning at the taste of me. He then brings them both up to my lips, pushing them past my lips, into my mouth. I moan as I suck his fingers, tasting myself on him. He pulls them out of my mouth and presses them against my hole as he slides my cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He slides his fingers in as he pulls my cock further and further into his mouth. He is sliding up and down on my cock as his fingers slide in and out. He hits that spot and I lose all control. Coming so hard in his mouth that some leaked out onto his chin.
I pull him up, licking his chin clean before kissing his fiercely. He looks into my eyes before asking. “You really sure you want to do this?”
“Make me pretty, take me out and show me off baby.”
Adam pulls me into the shower, bathing me quickly. After he has me dried off he goes to his pile of bags. He pulls out the small bag. All I can see is the black. Then he walks over, on his knees in front of me, kissing my thighs. He slides on the silk panties and all I can do is moan as he slides them over my cock.
He calls Sutan in and it’s a whirl wind then. Both of them fussing over my hair, my face, every little thing. When they are finally happy Adam kicks Sutan out of the room again. He knows what this means to us, so doesn’t mind. With kisses and hugs he leaves, going to get Raja ready for tonight.
The lust in Adam’s eyes is intoxicating. He wants this as much as I do. He pulls me close, whispering in my ear. “Baby, lay on the bed. You need a belt before you get dressed.” All I can do is moan as I lay back, feeling his teeth sink into me as he sucks at that tender skin.
When my belt is to his satisfaction he pulls me up, standing me in the middle of the room. “Ready to get even more beautiful Tommy?”
“Please.”
He gets the shirt first. Nothing too crazy. Yes it’s a lot more feminine than what I wear, but it’s not super girly. No pink like I was afraid of. I know how that boy has an obsession with me in pink. It’s red silk, long sleeve, v neck showing off the few markings I do have on my neck. He slowly puts it on me, running his tongue down my stomach as he does the buttons. When Adam slides the silver pendant over my neck it looks even more stunning.
He finds the skirt next. I’m not sure how I am going to pull this off. Standing yes, but sitting? No way. It’s barely going to cover my ass. He slides it up, running his fingers up my legs with the fabric. He gets it situated, steps back and just smiles. “So pretty, so sexy baby.”
He pulls out the boots last. Thigh high black boots. I can feel my knees go weak at the sight of them. He brings them over, sliding them on my feet. Kissing up my leg as he puts them on. The sound of the zipper as they pull tight around my thighs is enough to make me forget my name.
“Fuck baby, you look amazing. If we didn’t have all those people meeting us at the club I would just keep you here as mine. He walks over and attacks my mouth. He pulls back looks at my lips. “Shit, I better fix that before Raja kills me.”
We head to the club, heads turning the whole night. Adam grinding against me every chance he has. The night was better than I ever imagined.
On the way home he keeps glancing my way. “Ok baby boy spill it. What are you thinking?”
“Do we get to do this again?”
“Baby when you are dressing me, we can do whatever you want.”