continued from part 1..
She cracks another one over my backside.
Come up, get up - I don't have all day and I want my fun too, she says
I stand up and she unlocks my cuffs, leg irons and unlocks the padlock on the chain and collar holding me to the radiator.
We'll keep this collar on for now, she says with a wink. Now, get dressed, sissy...this is all for your benefit.
She walks to the corner of the room and crosses her arms and looks on expectantly.
I walk over to the pile of clothes, looking despairingly at the locked holdall containing the other outfits - not that they would be much use really - and my male clothes.
Well, come on, she says, cracking the crop against her leather clad legs.
I slide the pink satin kickers on and pop on the padded bra, the push up giving me a little cleavage.
Next, socks, then the pink t-shirt before finally stepping into the pinafore dress and buttoning up the sides and hooking the straps over my shoulders and onto the little metal buttons. I put on the baby pink Doc Martens and lace them up loosely like a teenage girl would.
Oh boy..
My friend looks at me for a minute. You look adorable. Just like a teenager. Only a sissy male version.
I have to agree. I'm slim built, but still without any wig or makeup, I'm just a bloke in a dress.
She points to the chain and padlocks and cuffs on the floor.
Pick those up and bring them to me.
She reattaches the chain to the collar, locks my legs and cuffs my hands in front.
Dragging me by the chain, we head into the dining room - she motions for me to sit at the table. She's spread out her makeup.
I didn't agree to this! I cry
You're not in a position to disagree with anything, sissy. She laughs. Want to go home - go on, off you go..!
Of course there's nothing I can do. Dammit. But this is exactly what I need and she knows it.
Right, hands on the table.
She paints my nails a lovely shimmering pink. Next foundation, then eyes - she does a great job actually - they look very femme. More makeup - blusher and lipstick. Finally she fetches a brown short-ish bob wig.
She drags me over to a full length mirror in the hallway. I look 1/2 decent. Better - I actually look pretty girly.
She pulls me close by the chain. Because you're not just a bloke in a dress, we're going to do this differently! I think you're ready for a proper challenge.
Whaaaat? What do you mean? We agreed - the car park at the woods. You'd leave me there for a couple of hours!
Oh little pervert, you can do better that that! I think we'll start there and work up to this challenge. You're going to love it!
Continued in part 3...
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
A little help from my friends - part one
I have a close friend who knows about my secret fantasies. We've been friends for years ever since we played a game of drunk truth or dare at uni.
We could have been married we were that close - we certainly shared some very intimate moments, but somehow it never really happened. Maybe it's my kink that held her back - maybe it held me back, but we remained very close and she was happy to indulge her dominant streak on me from time to time.
One fantasy I have is to be abandoned in a carpark whilst dressed up. I've done this to myself as you know, but there's an extra element OMFG if there is actually no way out of the game. To be totally left to my own devices with no control. What a buzz.
She loved the idea of course, and immediately started planning my discomfort.
It starts at her house. Her rules.
I'm to bring a holdall, some luggage locks (no keys) and 3 black sacks with 3 different girly outfits. She'll check and she'll be mad if I skimp and pack girls jeans.
I'm also to pack my bondage gear - handcuffs, leg irons, chains, pink leather collar, padlocks (with keys)
In the 3 bags I pack:
1. A blue denim pinafore mini dress, pink t-shirt with a sparkly heart logo on the front, white lace knee socks and pink Dr Marten boots. Complete with matching pink bra and knickers of course.
2. A long floor length denim skirt, striped t-shirt and pink socks and mary-janes - bra but this time some pink plastic locking underwear just because.
3. And lastly a knee-length floral summer dress with large net petticoat, cardigan and some tan wedges. Underwear is another matching set - pastel yellow satin.
So pretty girly then.
I arrive at her house, she's clad in a calf length leather dress and wearing very high heels. She pulls me close and kisses me hard and full on my lips and grabs my crotch on the way in.
We're going to have fun today, pervert, she says.
Once inside, she has me unpack the 3 black sacks, strip naked and with a swish of the crop across my thigh has me place my male clothes in the large empty holdall.
She secures a collar around my neck and padlocks it closed. She locks a long chain onto the collar and hands me another padlock. Lock yourself to the radiator over there, sweetie, she says, pointing across the room. Oh, wait - you'd better lock these on too, she says, handing me the cuffs and leg irons.
I walk over to the the sturdy iron radiator and lock the chain to one of the large pipes. I'm now stuck. The chain is only long enough for me to move a few metres.
She folds her arms. Cuffs? she says, eyebrows raised.
I lock on the leg cuffs and secure the handcuffs behind my back.
So what do we have here? A little thrill seeking pervert, thats what! Led here by his balls, caught by his neck, cuffed like a criminal.
She moves the sacks around on the floor, at her feet.
So which one is to going to be, sissy boy?
She mixes the bags round and round so I have no idea what one contains what clothes.
Come on, pick one!
The middle one!
Are you sure? she asks - you wouldn't want to pick a girly sissy outfit and be stuck outside, would you?
The middle one, I whisper.
Okay, she says. I'm just going to put the other bags in the holdall and lock it, I hope you don't mind.. Of course, you can just come over and stop me any time...
She picks up the two unselected black sacks and places them in the bag..
You can stop me at any time, she teases. She wants me to try to get to her. I oblige. It's futile, of course, the chain is about a metre too short. I strain against it, it's what she wants. It's what i want.
Oh well, I take it you are happy with this game then, she said and zips up the bag and clicks a lock through the zipper and snaps it shut. The locks that the keys are sitting on my kitchen bench.
Fuck.
She laughs. So, pervert, we are going to have fun today! She picks up the remaining bag and empties it out. Denim dress, pink boots. OMG. This is going to be awkward.
So - looks like you're going to be a really girly girl today then..
She struts over, her heels clicking on the floor. I'm standing, chain dangling, hands and feet cuffed.
On your knees, bitch, she says and pushes me hard down. I fall onto my knees, the chains rattling.
Lick my shoes
I go to bend down to lick her shoes but am brought up short by the collar and chain. I wriggle onto my belly, reaching out for the shiny patent leather with my tongue, but she moves them just out of reach.
Then, out of nowhere, she brings the crop down hard - flashing across my exposed buttocks.
Come on, pervert, it's time to get dressed and go for a little drive.
Continued in part 2
We could have been married we were that close - we certainly shared some very intimate moments, but somehow it never really happened. Maybe it's my kink that held her back - maybe it held me back, but we remained very close and she was happy to indulge her dominant streak on me from time to time.
One fantasy I have is to be abandoned in a carpark whilst dressed up. I've done this to myself as you know, but there's an extra element OMFG if there is actually no way out of the game. To be totally left to my own devices with no control. What a buzz.
She loved the idea of course, and immediately started planning my discomfort.
It starts at her house. Her rules.
I'm to bring a holdall, some luggage locks (no keys) and 3 black sacks with 3 different girly outfits. She'll check and she'll be mad if I skimp and pack girls jeans.
I'm also to pack my bondage gear - handcuffs, leg irons, chains, pink leather collar, padlocks (with keys)
In the 3 bags I pack:
1. A blue denim pinafore mini dress, pink t-shirt with a sparkly heart logo on the front, white lace knee socks and pink Dr Marten boots. Complete with matching pink bra and knickers of course.
2. A long floor length denim skirt, striped t-shirt and pink socks and mary-janes - bra but this time some pink plastic locking underwear just because.
3. And lastly a knee-length floral summer dress with large net petticoat, cardigan and some tan wedges. Underwear is another matching set - pastel yellow satin.
So pretty girly then.
I arrive at her house, she's clad in a calf length leather dress and wearing very high heels. She pulls me close and kisses me hard and full on my lips and grabs my crotch on the way in.
We're going to have fun today, pervert, she says.
Once inside, she has me unpack the 3 black sacks, strip naked and with a swish of the crop across my thigh has me place my male clothes in the large empty holdall.
She secures a collar around my neck and padlocks it closed. She locks a long chain onto the collar and hands me another padlock. Lock yourself to the radiator over there, sweetie, she says, pointing across the room. Oh, wait - you'd better lock these on too, she says, handing me the cuffs and leg irons.
I walk over to the the sturdy iron radiator and lock the chain to one of the large pipes. I'm now stuck. The chain is only long enough for me to move a few metres.
She folds her arms. Cuffs? she says, eyebrows raised.
I lock on the leg cuffs and secure the handcuffs behind my back.
So what do we have here? A little thrill seeking pervert, thats what! Led here by his balls, caught by his neck, cuffed like a criminal.
She moves the sacks around on the floor, at her feet.
So which one is to going to be, sissy boy?
She mixes the bags round and round so I have no idea what one contains what clothes.
Come on, pick one!
The middle one!
Are you sure? she asks - you wouldn't want to pick a girly sissy outfit and be stuck outside, would you?
The middle one, I whisper.
Okay, she says. I'm just going to put the other bags in the holdall and lock it, I hope you don't mind.. Of course, you can just come over and stop me any time...
She picks up the two unselected black sacks and places them in the bag..
You can stop me at any time, she teases. She wants me to try to get to her. I oblige. It's futile, of course, the chain is about a metre too short. I strain against it, it's what she wants. It's what i want.
Oh well, I take it you are happy with this game then, she said and zips up the bag and clicks a lock through the zipper and snaps it shut. The locks that the keys are sitting on my kitchen bench.
Fuck.
She laughs. So, pervert, we are going to have fun today! She picks up the remaining bag and empties it out. Denim dress, pink boots. OMG. This is going to be awkward.
So - looks like you're going to be a really girly girl today then..
She struts over, her heels clicking on the floor. I'm standing, chain dangling, hands and feet cuffed.
On your knees, bitch, she says and pushes me hard down. I fall onto my knees, the chains rattling.
Lick my shoes
I go to bend down to lick her shoes but am brought up short by the collar and chain. I wriggle onto my belly, reaching out for the shiny patent leather with my tongue, but she moves them just out of reach.
Then, out of nowhere, she brings the crop down hard - flashing across my exposed buttocks.
Come on, pervert, it's time to get dressed and go for a little drive.
Continued in part 2
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