The Superbowl

I was very surprised when my brother-in-law Tom invited me to watch the super bowl with some of his friends. The only reason he would “invite” me over was to be his little sex sissy, since he had enough pictures of me dressed as a girl sucking and being fucked by him I had no choice but to do as told.

This would be different, I thought because his friends would be there and he would never let them know he did any homosexual acts.

When I arrived Tom immediately hustled me into the bedroom. I saw right away the little French maid outfit on the bed and my heart sank. I protested, and said that no way I was putting on a show for an audience. He pinned me against the wall and said very sternly you will or we will be looking at pictures of you sucking cock, now we both know you will do as your told so quit stalling. Besides I am going to tell everyone you lost bet. So no big deal OK?

He was right; he owned me and I would do as he said.

I put on the skimpy outfit complete with fishnet stockings, lace panties, bra and high heels. I quickly put on my makeup and wig. (I had lots of practice at Tom’s insistence)
I peeked out the door and Tom saw right away. Hey guys! He yelled, we have a special hostess tonight so please let FiFi know when ever you want anything. He motioned for me to come out.

I slowly walked into the room and two very macho jock types roared with laughter.
All through the pregame I fetched beer and snacks and picked up the odd thing they would knock over to see me bend over. They would slap my ass as I passed and the jokes were nonstop. All in all it wasn’t that bad and I figured that once the game started they would loose interest in me.

What I hadn’t counted on was the amount of beer they were drinking and Tom’s ability to manipulate the situation. It all started with a bet between Phil and Bob on weather or not one of the teems would make a first down. Tom suggested the looser would have to have Fifi sit on his lap for ten minuets. Tom looked right at me and I knew better than to protest. They agreed and Phil lost. I sat on Phil’s knee but Bob piped up “on the LAP”! Phil is a big guy so he had no problem holding me but I was having trouble keeping my dress covering my panties.