The Devil Made Me Do It

This incident happened to me about twelve years ago with someone I met in an AOL chat room. This was before I found my niche and started to date just men. She was a cross dresser about my age that lived about 8 miles from me. In my experiences online it doesn't get much closer than this. We seemed to have a lot in common after chatting a few times. Pictures were also exchanged and it seemed like we were becoming friends even if at this point online only.

After a few months of weekly contact I realized that it was very possible we would meet in person. We were both being cautious and it seemed like we both had taken reasonable precautions leading up to a meeting. Soon after we agreed to meet on a Saturday night at his (her) apartment. He lived with his girlfriend but she would be out of town that weekend, plus she knew about his cross dressing and our date. She previously had a few lesbian experiences over the years so she understood.

In my search for as much information I could gather about her I specifically asked more  than one occasion if there were any fetishes or unusual behavior I should know about and I was told she was being fully honest with me, as was I. Being the cautious type I figured could only work in my favor and those who were impatient with me over the years were free to move along, and did.

When I arrived she was already dressed and looked pretty good, much like the pictures she provided to me previously. That put me somewhat at ease since I knew then that the pictures were indeed real so why not the other stuff? We briefly exchanged a short kiss and I was directed to the bedroom to change. I wore thigh highs with a garter and matching panties and bra with my silicone breast forms. Also, a silky slip with a blonde wig, full makeup, heels, and jewelry.

She liked the way I looked and at that point I knew that this would go beyond just dressing. I noticed that the lights were very dim in her apartment but I just chalked it up to her trying to be romantic and didn't give it a second thought. We went on her computer to the chat room where we met and since there were no web cam supports in these rooms we took some pics of us and sent them to some of the people in the room.

We were the talk of the room when we sent one of us kissing and their speculation ran wild. We smoked a joint or two and eventually retired to the living room, I assumed for some more conversation. I was sitting on a chair when she walked over to me, raised her lingerie to show me her cock. She asked me if this is want I wanted and I knew that it was as I started to rub her slowly. I couldn't wait so I took her into my mouth so I could feel her get hard in my mouth.

This is kind of a thing with me and I have always loved it. I ended up on my knees, another preference with me, and did her until I felt her cumming in my mouth. We kissed and then she lead me over to the couch when she started to lick my balls. By the time she took me in her mouth I was already hard. She had obviously done this before and she sucked me dry in about five minutes. We then sat back and had a drink, smoked another joint and just talked for a while.

She then told me that she could get hard again in about ten minutes and since she was a top and I was a bottom, asked if she could fuck me. To make a long story short I let her and she preferred doggy style. She wasn't huge and was gentle so it was a very pleasant experience which had me moaning with pleasure. When she was done she even cleaned me up which was a nice touch.

This had been a great night so far and I thought that perhaps I had found a girl friend. However, all that would change when she asked if she minded if she turned up the lights to take some more pictures. Of course I didn't mind but what I saw left me in a state of shock. If you recall I did notice the low lights but at the time couldn't appreciate why assuming it was for romantic reasons.

On the tables, speakers and shelves were small statues of the devil. You know, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan, they were everywhere. Of course I was shocked as would most people I would imagine. All the while she was looking at me to see what my reaction was going to be. So now the situation had changed dramatically and I had to think quickly. Although it was weird it didn't feel physically threatened in any way.

Of course I asked for an explanation once the shock and awe factor wore off. She said she was sorry but really liked me and thought if she told me that I wouldn't go through with it, she was probably correct. She assured me that there are no animal sacrifices or anything like that but just a meeting a few times a year. Even so it was not only shocking and disturbing, but perhaps the worst of all, highly deceptive.

In our chats I specifically asked about things such as this and was assured multiple times she was being honest with me. I think this is what bothered me the most but it was all so fresh that I thought I should just exit gracefully and have some time to digest what had just happened. I left shortly without incident and as far as she was concerned, though we parted on good terms.

The next day I was feeling ashamed, confused and guilty. My emotions were still running high and my overall conclusion was that although I wasn't necessarily afraid of the devil as an entity it was disturbing that someone would be into something that represented evil. Also she was highly deceptive about this and as I previously mentioned, this may have bothered me the most.

She emailed me the next day and I should have waited a few days to cool down before I replied. But I didn't and as a result my reply was a scathing rant that really put it too her. She acted surprised and thought we parted on good terms and that's exactly what I wanted in order to get out of there with the least chance of a problem. Plus, could I really believe anything she told me anymore?

Few things in life truly catch me completely off guard but this is one of them that did. I am not a religious person although I did go to Catholic grade school where the nuns instilled a sense of fear in me much more than the devil ever did. All in all it didn't seem like this was something I should continue to pursue and never had contact with her again. Perhaps next time I need to do a thorough background check.

I had never met a Satanist before and once was enough for me. Being trans it is important to me that people understand and consider my situation and I afford her the same. Not a direct comparison however since what she is was a conscious choice while mine wasn't. I guess it's the differences in people that makes the world go around. This is one of the more bizarre of my experiences but certainly not the only one, stay tuned.