Sorry this took so long - I've been on holiday and was offline.
I needed some humiliation and Omegle wasn't doing it for me so I turned to milovana. I found this tease
www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=20828
My first task was to repeat this out loud "This is luke skye... I am a little dick premature ejaculator and I love love love to wear LADIES UNDERWEAR & WOMEN'S CLOTHES and HUMILIATE myself for beautiful women just so I can get the chance to rub my tiny little sissy dick until I squirt my panties & lick up all my cummies... Because I'm a FAIRY PRINCESS!!!"
My next instruction was to change the voicemail message on my mobile phone. Luckily, I had just bought a new pay as you go phone with £100 credit on it and only a few people knew the number. Still, that included my boss, four colleagues, and most of the guys from the pub.
Next was a shopping trip to Victoria's Sectret. We don't have those shops so I went for a La Senza instead. I drove to a nearby city parking as close to the shop as possible. You could just see the car from the shop window. I connected my phone to milovana and scrolled to the tease.
I was very red when I approached the shop and I walked past four times before getting up the courage to go in. They had obviously seen me because as soon as I walked in the older assistant asked if I needed help. I said I did and looked at the next instruction on the phone. I told her that my ex-girlfriend wanted me to replace some of her pretty underwear that had "gone missing". I stressed the words but didn't do the rabbit's ears thing - I hate that. She smirked and asked the size - about the same as me, I said, going beetroot red.
I picked some knickers from a nearby display and asked the lady what she thought. As she was saying they were at the lower end of the price and quality I checked my phone for the next instruction. I had to look for something more specific.
I told the assistant that I had a list of what I had to get for my "girlfriend". I read her the list from the phone's webpage viewer: one pair of pink satin bikini panties, a pink Lycra sports bra, a pair of black leggings with a pink waistband, and a white tank top. She chuckled and said she'd see what she could do. Ten minutes later, I left the shop having paid with cash.
I went to Costas and put it all on under my clothes, throwing away my own boxers. I pulled up the waistband of the panties and leggings so that they were visible. By this time I think the local weather warmed up because my face was BURNING with shame, humiliation, and joy. I bought two large coffees and stood drinking the first. A group of yummy mummies came in to do lunch. They giggled when they sat behind me, possibly at my expense. I went back to the car to drink the second coffee. I was busting for a pee but was still quite stiff too. I knew that I wasn't going to pee myself but wanted to go through with as much of the tease as possible. I sat in the car and squirming at the conflicting pressures on my bladder and balls.
At this point I had to call a gay sissy phone sex line. I quickly googled one and rang through. I had to explain to the woman on the phone what I was wearing and what I was doing. Suddenly the phone beeped - someone had phoned me and had heard the humiliating message. Then the Mistress on the phone laughed out loud: she had phoned me! I asked her to tease me about my underwear and being a gay sissy. I asked her to pretend to be my ex. She refused at first - perhaps the wrong script, but she agreed in the end. I went back into the shop and got the same lady. I asked for the cheap stuff again and asked the Mistress what colours. The phone lady made the most of my humiliation - and I was paying £1 a minute for the privilege! I bought a set of panties in pastel yellow and lefft carrying the la Senza bag.
I went back to the car, still talking on the chatline, and still being humiliated trying to keep my voice down but make myself heard by my Mistress. I asked her to make me say very loudly that I am a cross-dressing, premature ejaculator who's ADDICTED TO PUBLIC HUMILIATION! Funny this bit - she did!
I opened the window of the car a little and locked the door. Then I put the phone on speaker and left it on the driver's seat with the Milovana page showing, shut and locked the door then popped the keys through the window. All in view of the shop. Which was lucky really, because I then had to walk back to the shop to ask if I could borrow a phone to ring the RAC.
And how lucky was I that the credit hadn't run out so when Mistress on the phone line heard the mechanic arrive she made me explain what I was wearing and say that I am a sissy, cross-dressing, cock sucker. The RAC man nearly burst his sides laughing. So much that the lady from the shop came out to offer him tea as I sped off. Utterly humiliated, and utterly spent.
I loved it.
