Firstly, I am male, bisxeual, very ordinary, average kind of bloke in pretty much all ways, but, really enjoy wearing tights and have to admit,whilst wearing tights, really enjoy adopting a submissive role with other blokes. I find that I am very receptive, once the tights go on and have stopped asking myself why that is a long time ago, after all, we are what we are an all that crap. I got chatting with a fellow tights admirer on this great site, in the 'yorkshire bi' chat room and found that we were on a similar wavelength regarding tights wearing, although he made it obvious from the start that he was more of the 'top' dominant type. For the books I will refer to him as Martin. Martin and I chatted a good few times, not just about sex to be honest, but about many things, music, movies, guitars, sport, yorkshire, but , ultimately the conversation returned to sex, especially spanking, bondage, in tights. Martin would always ask immediately, ' are you wearing tights ?' and if I said ' no' he would always say 'get some on now'. For whatever reason I really enjoyed this, being told to get the tights on. On one or two occasions I went on webcam, in a private room and initially I felt a right dickhead, but after a few times, it wasnt a big deal, I would wear tights and perform with a dildo while Martin masturbated , also wearing tights. Martin repeatedly suggested calling over to my place one afternoon to spank me and although I was tempted, it was too risky being married. One tuesday morning I was online and Martin entered the chatroom and private messaged, the conversation went summat like this. Martin - Are you wearing tights slut and are you alone today, this afternoon Me - Yes, from about 13.30, for about 2 hours Martin - Right slut, give me your postcode Me - **** *** Martin - Good slut, mobile number Me - ************* Martin - House number slut Me - ** Martin - I will call and knock once only, if you dont answer I wont messsage or contact you again. If you do answer,make sure you are wearing black tights and that you have some ropes ready. Bye Martin signed off and I realised how daft that had been , for me to give me details out like that, but like I say, when wearing tights I find I am ridiculously pliable and easy to manipulate. Naturally I was nervous as fuck and when it passed 13.00 I began to relax, thinking that Martin was basically just winding me up, roleplay etc. I more or less forgot about it, but at 13.40 there was a knock on the door and I almost knew, I pulled off my jeans and answered the door. Now, you can probably imagine what a nobber I felt, me, a 48 year old grown bloke stood at the door in black tights and it was only as I was actually opening the door that it occured to me that it might not be who I thought it was, I mean,what if my best mate was stood there or summat. Fortuneately it wasnt my best mate ,it was Martin, a big man, well over 6ft, large, overweight, bald, well into his 60's and very serious looking. He said hello and I opened the door and he entered. I had only just closed the door and Martin grabbed my arse from behind, forcing me over the arm of the sofa and forced his finger into my bum through the tights and said, ' you dirty little cocksucker,I am going to knock the fuck out of you, get upstairs.' I went upstairs and into the bedroom, Martin immediately asked where the ropes were and I told him, he asked if there was more tights and I said in the bottom drawer. Martin opened the drawer and removed several pairs of tights, he used a pair to tie my wrists behind my back , saying ' we dont want to leaven any marks do we, at least non that can be seen'. Once my wrists were secured Martin pulled off his jeans and he was already wearing black tights,his thick erect cock looked menacing. Martin then pushed me down on the bed, on my stomach and tied my legs wide open, securing them at the ankles to the bed posts. Then using more tights he wrapped them around my face, effectively gagging me. All this happened quickly and efficiently and I remember thinking that he must have done this many times, to others. Once tied in position Martin removed the leather belt from his jeans and began strapping my bottom with it, hard and regular, then alternating sides, and down backs of legs, even several across soles of nyloned feet, then returning to arse, he kept doing this for maybe 30 minutes. I realised that he had strapped my arse so hard that the tights had ripped. Martin then untied my ankles and wrists and removed the gag and rolled me onto my back, I actually wished he had kept my wrists tied. Martin then penetrated me, my feet on his shoulders and began fucking me, really hard and deep, biting the soles of my feet, this didnt last that long, perhaps 5 minutes, Martin pulled out and squirted jets of spunk on my hole. He then removed his tights, dressed, and said something about getting in touch again.