A week as a girl -part 2

continued from part 1

I got in the bath, it was a heady mix of girly bubbles, bath bombs, candles and scents.  Oh man.

Beth looked pleased as I sank down into the water and relaxed, letting the girly experience wash over me

This is going to be so good, hun, she said.  

She washed my hair, still clad in the transparent plastic coat, which was steaming up from the inside now, and sat with me for a while.  So, how do you feel?, she asked

Scared, overwhelmed, nervous, excited.  

You do know that I'm going to push your limits.  You have no way to back out really, you signed up for a week and a week it's going to be.  Every day you resist, not only will you be locked outside to the tree, I'm resetting the clock back to day one.  Eventually, term will start and you'll have to explain this to your housemates.  

She grinned. 

This is a one way trip, girly boy.  no backing out.

My stomach did a flip.  Shit, what had I gotten myself into.

Right, lets have you out.  Time to turn you into Susan.

She held up a big pink towel and she wrapped it around me, under my arms like a girl as I stepped into it.  She wrapped my hair in another pink towel, done up on top, turban style.  

Get yourself dry - meet me in the bedroom.

I dried myself off and made my way into the bedroom.

Sit.  She pointed to the chair by the desk.

I duly sat down, looking at myself in the mirror.  I was pink, wrapped in pink, but still a boy.

Lets get you looking more like a girl - first, those eyebrows need to be shaped.

I went to protest, but she gave me the look with raised eyebrows.  

You dont want to spend your first night outside, do you? She said, menacingly.

The sooner you realise that this is going to happen, like it or not, the better.  You want this, you crave it.  Why else would you have handed me total control?  Well, total control it will be - a full 7 days as a girl, or you're going to be very very sorry you crossed me.  Understand?

Yes, Beth.

Good.  She smiled sweetly then kissed me on the forehead.  The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go out and get you familiar with your new life.  You have a really big day ahead of you tomorrow and you need to have some confidence.

She dried my hair and put the towel on the floor.  She placed a wide headband over my forehead to keep my fairly short hair back and began to pluck my eyebrows into a modest arch.   It wasn't particularly painful and was interesting to watch a slightly more feminine dimension appear on my face.

Next, she painted my toenails a pale shimmering pink, before sticking false nails on my fingers and painting those with the same nail polish.  The nails weren't very long, but my hands looked like someone elses to me. Very feminine.  Amazing what a tiny change can do.  I'd only ever painted my own nails, but that didn't have the effect that this did.  

Beth began to apply a little makeup - first a foundation, then some eyeshadow and mascara to my eyelashes.  Lastly, a little lipstick, in pink, of course.  I was becoming aroused from the cold plastic of her coat pressing onto me.  Oh man.

You'll do for now, she said.

I stared at the familiar face in the mirror, my features very much altered by the makeup, accentuated by the wide elastic hairband too. Not bad.  Definitely not a male face anymore.  Amazing.  

Well, do you like?  

Yes.  I touch my cheek.  The reflection, a girl touched her cheek.

Right, come on, lets get you dressed.  Hang up your towel in the bathroom, put some deodorant and perfume on and come straight back.

I'm a whirl.  I do as she asks.  I smell feminine.  I look feminine.  With a skinny boys body.

I'm nervous about walking back in naked.  But she's already seen my naked body chained to a tree, so it matters little.   I cover myself and walk back in.  

She'd finally got changed out of the plastic coat and is now wearing a tight black dress and heels.

She's got some clothes ready on the bed.

Come on, chop chop.  She points to the bed.  I see some breast forms.  They're new.  I pull up the pale blue lacey knickers and put on the push up bra.  She helps me with the breast forms. 

I couldn't have you looking like a flat chested child now, could I?  She says.  

They feel strange, liquid, bouncy.  She inserts them and gets them straight.    I jiggle them in the bra, oh my god, they feel real.  I begin to get hard.

Beth notices, of course.  She's not at all intimidated by this and pulls me close.  Dammit, this isn't helping.  She nuzzles against me, biting my ear, grabbing my cock, teasing, then really grabbing it

This is no time for that thing.  She squeezed.   You're a girl, girls dont have those things. She squeezed some more.

Argh, I squirmed, but she held tight.  I settled down, wincing in pain, no longer aroused. 

Good. Lets continue shall we? 

Shes prepared a short striped jersey top and a denim pinafore dress. I pulled the top on, feeling how it had to curve over my breasts.  Then I pulled up the pinafore, attaching the straps to each clip and doing up the buttons on the side of the dress.

I put a pair of floral Dr Marten boots on to complete the look, laces loose, as was the style.

Oh boy. Or girl...

She styled my hair into a bit of a bob, cutting it and chopping it much like Cameron Diaz wore hers.  She even put the clips in, pink of course, so there was no doubt it was a girls cut.   I had no idea how I would hide that in a weeks time back in boy mode, assuming she let me back, that was.

I look in the mirror.  I saw a girl staring back.  Not a skinny petite teen girl, an athletic girl, with a quirky face.

Holy crap. 

Right, girly, lets go out.

She handed me a tan leather satchel, took me by the hand and led me downstairs and out of the house. 

The click of the door sent my stomach turning - this was really real...

A week as a girl - part 1 - introduction

When I was a student, around 21 years old, I lived in a shared house with 2 other guys.  My degree had a component that meant that one year I had to work over the Easter break when everyone else had time off - which meant I had the house to myself for about 4 weeks.

4 weeks is a long time to have with only your own company and although I was having lots of dress up adventures by myself, I had the opportunity of a crazy experience that was too good too pass up.

I was pretty close to one the girls on my course and I had previously confessed my little hobby to her on a drunken night out.  She was already spoken for, but was really flirty and we'd spent a few nights in the same bed on a field trip, even 'practicing' kissing a few time.  I think she was fascinated by my openness about cross dressing and maybe was even a little bi-curious and was half using me to find out. 

Anyway, it was a Thursday night and a few beers with her after a long day in the lab and she noticed the remnants of some nail polish on one of my fingers and we got talking.  She started sharing secrets and was daring me to open up, which I duly did, bit by embarrassing bit.  From cross dressing, a love of bondage, humiliation, forced public exposure and domination, we traversed all kinds of things.  Turns out she was way kinkier than I had realised and really into bondage. 

And then she proposed a deal.

She would move in with me for a week, actually 10 days - Friday to Sunday, and I would live with her the whole time as a girl.  

There was a catch though, she wanted to do it entirely on her terms.  She wouldn't say what the terms were, but swore I both would and wouldn't regret it.  She wanted me to agree without telling more.

My head was spinning.  I agreed.  Oh God. 

She demanded to come back to my place and look at the stuff that I had and then she would plan our week.  So, we drank up and went back to my house.

She was very excited, and pushed past me as soon as I had opened the front door and walked inside.  Of course, there was nothing to see, all my dresses were carefully folded and stashed away with my bondage gear and make up.

She did a tour of the house, focussing hard on my bedroom, trying to find incriminating evidence, but as I tried to explain to her as she opened every cupboard she could find, I was more careful than that.

I took her hand and led her back to the walk-in wardrobe.  Behind a fake plinth which looked like it was part of the wardrobe and dressing space was a large wooden box, over a metre cubed, locked with a hasp and a large lock.

I unlocked it and stepped back, leaving her to get all my stuff out.  

Out came the dresses one by one, bridesmaid, party, school uniform, the underwear, petticoats and corsets.  

She stripped off and tried on my large pink bridesmaids dress, twirling around the bedroom in mountains of petticoats and taffeta, laughing.  She pulled out my bag of bondage gear and and slapped handcuffs on me whilst she poked around in the various bags and boxes that I'd got out.

Right, she announced, sitting down on the bed in a big pink taffeta and petticoat flounce, I have a plan.  Tomorrow, 6pm it will start. You still in?   

Whats the plan, I ask.  

Ah, that's the fun bit.  I'm not really going to tell you except you'll be spending all week as a girl like I said.  She reached down and grabbed my swelling cock through my jeans.    Yes, I think you're going to have a LOT of fun. 

So what I want is for you to give me a spare key to your front door tomorrow so I can get in tomorrow evening.  Come to the lab tomorrow as normal, but wear these under your clothes.  She holds up a pair of pink lacy knickers and a matching bra. 

And with that, she stepped out of the prink bridesmaid dress, giving me a little show as she did it and redressed. 

She tossed me the handcuff keys and planted a big kiss on my cheek.  

I suggest you shave yourself smooth tonight!

See you tomorrow in the lab, girly.

And then she let herself out, leaving me to unlock the cuffs and put everything away.

And so, I went to the lab in the morning, wearing the underwear she had picked out for me.

She greeted me and immediately asked for the spare door keys, which I handed to her. 

She checked my chest for the bra and made me show her the knickers.

Once I'd done that, she had a huge grin.   She handed me an envelope, fittingly in pink.  

She'd written Susan on the front.  My girl name for the week she informed me.

Open this as soon as you get home.   It's a list of instructions, carry them out to the letter, if you don't, well, the deal of off.  Which, depending on where we're at, might be rather unfortunate for you.

I wasn't at all sure what she meant by that, but I took the envelope and put it in my bag and we got on with our work.

Time passed so slowly, but soon it was 4pm and it was time to go.

Go home, she said, open the letter, do exactly what I've asked.

Then she kissed me full and unexpectedly and pinged my bra strap.

See you later.

I took myself off home, taking the bus from campus and walking the short distance back to the house.

Holy crap, this was real.  Or could be, if I followed her instructions.  I wondered how she wanted me dressed.

I opened the letter and read the instructions.

Dear Susan. 

If you want an experience of a lifetime, then do the following tasks.

I want you to retrieve your box of clothes and empty out all the clothes and shoes and other things.
Strip naked and lock all your boy clothes in the box. Every last item of male clothing.
Hang up your dresses and put the make up on the desk.  Like its a girls room.  Which it will be, of course.
Place your lingerie in your drawers and shoes in the wardrobe.
Then leave the keys on top of the box, including to the handcuffs and padlocks.
Taking the following items - handcuffs, leg cuffs, 5 padlocks, 1 long length of chain, one shorter length, leather collar.
Go outside, make sure the back door locks behind you.
Put your collar on and lock it.  Lock a chain to the ring on the front of the collar.  Lock your leg cuffs on and lock a short chain to your handcuffs.
Lock the chain on the collar to the tree in the middle of the lawn
Lock the handcuffs on behind your back.
Wait for me. 

I'll be there at 6pm.  If you are not exactly as described, I'm walking away with all your keys, so don't be 1/2 locked up, or you'll have a difficult time explaining that to the neighbours when it gets light.

Beth.

It was now approaching 5pm.  I needed to get a move on.

I retrieved the box and emptied it, dumping everything on the bed for now.

I collected all my clothes and dumped them in the box, remembering to strip off what I was wearing

Shoes went in, everything.

I stripped off the bra and knickers and dropped them in the top drawer of my now empty chest of drawers, leaving me naked.

I quickly hung up the dresses, put the few tops and skirts I had in the drawers, loaded the top drawer with the few other pieces of underwear I had.  I lined up the make up on the desk and placed the couple of wig heads on there too.

I got the bondage items out and separated out the things she wanted and stashed the rest in a drawer.  This was the strange bit, I really didn't know what to think or if I should trust her.  I did know her well though and I didn't think she'd let me get so totally screwed over for fun, she wanted the next bit too.

I locked the box up and placed the keys on the top.  I separated out the handcuff keys and the other padlock keys and placed them down too.

This was it.

I hurried downstairs, closing the curtains on the growing darkness and leaving some lights on.  Thank god it was dark outside

I made sure the front door was shut but not double locked so Beth could get in and made my way to the back door.  The lock was one of those self closing ones, so once I was outside, I was stuck. 

I stood there for a while, panicked that people were looking in, but of course, noone was.  It was Easter so it was dark and of course, unlucky for me, hammering with rain.  Shit. 

I glanced at the clock - 5:50 - crap, she would be here.

Before I closed the door, I locked on the collar and leg cuffs, locking on the chains for the next step.

 I was holding the handcuffs in one hand which were on the short chain, a little too short I realised, I wouldn't be able to stand fully upright, and the open padlocked end to a 3 metre chain in the other

I stepped outside into the cool wet evening - god I hoped she'd be on time.  I pulled the door closed until 'click' it latched shut.  Fuck, I was screwed now whichever way.

I walked out onto the lawn and locked the chain around the tree and before I could chicken out completely, ratcheted the handcuffs around my wrists, totally sealing my fate.

I stood there chained to the tree in the pouring rain, listening to tell tale signs of her arrival.  I seemed like an eternity, but I heard the front door open and close.  Then a pause, what was she doing?

Then eventually, the back door opened and she stepped out.  

Well well well, what do we have here? She asked.

She was standing there in a clear plastic raincoat and hat.  And nothing else.

My eyes nearly popped out my my head.  

Like my outfit, she asked?  

I remembered she said she was into plastic and latex - goodness knows what other surprises she had in store. 

Yes, it's very, revealing..

She pressed herself up against me, the cold wet plastic sticking to my skin.  She took my now straining cock into her hands and squeezed my balls.

That won't do at all, Susan, you can't be a girl with that equipment.  I'll be sorting that out just as soon as I've finished exploring.

And she kissed me with a lipstick kiss and left me in the rain.

She was gone a while, I struggled against the cuffs and chain, but of course it was wasted effort - I was going nowhere.  

She came back out - still dressed in just the clear coat - but holding some keys.

So, do you want out, Susan?

Yes please Beth.

You'll need to earn it, she said.

She unlocked the chain from the tree and clipped it around her wrist.  Come on, walkies.  And she walked me around the garden a few times by the collar, which was tricky with the chain from my handcuffs to the leg cuffs.  Then she pushed me down onto the muddy flowerbed and had me lay face down in it.  She pressed her foot onto the back of my head and ground my face into the mud.

Good good.  

She was totally in control and she knew it. 

 

If you argue with me, you'll end up back out here like this, do you understand? 

Yes, lets go inside now, it's cold, I pleaded.

She walked me over to the tree again and locked the chain around again.  

Just a minute, she said.  And returned with a hose.  

She hosed me down, cleaning me of the mud, it was freezing but there was nowhere I could go.

Finally, she was done.

Are we clear about how infractions will be dealt with? She asked

Yes, Beth

And with that, she unlocked me from the tree and led me inside.

She unlocked the chain from the cuffs to the leg cuffs and then removed the leg cuffs.  

That will do for now, she said, leading me upstairs to the bathroom by the chain.   As I entered the bathroom, I saw why she had taken a while to come back outside to unlock me.  It was decorated with candles, the bath was full of girly bubbles and there were pink towels waiting for me.  

She unlocked my wrists and removed the collar.  

Well, go on Susan, this is your introduction to being a girl.

More to come in part 2...

 

A little help from my friends - part five

continued from part 4..

We drive around for a bit, letting me come down a bit from my high.  She soothes me with conversation and I forget I'm sitting there in her car dressed as a girl in a denim pinafore dress, made up and feminine.

She pulls up to a large out of town shopping centre and she makes for the multi story car park - we wind our way to the top and she pulls up in an empty corner.  There are a lot of people around.

Right, my sissy pet, here's your last task.  I'm going to drive off and leave you here.  I'm going to park my car somewhere else and go shopping.  If you want a ride home, meet me at the underwear section of Marks and Spencers.

I look at her wide eyed.

But I'll have to walk through the shops dressed like this.  With people everywhere!

I know - but look at you - you're very pretty.

I have to admit, looking at myself in the mirror, that I did look pretty good.  Not perfect, but maybe good enough?

No - this is crazy - what if I...

Listen, pervert - you'll do it or I'll put the collar back on you and you'll be doing it in that too.  You're not getting out of it.  If you protest, I'll make you ask a pretty shop assistant in Top Shop if you can try on dresses.

My mind was whirling - this was way more than I had ever experienced before - I felt slightly sick. But I also felt slightly excited. Oh my god

My friend reached up under my skirt.
Yes, I thought so.

I recoiled, blushing.

Right - get out.  You have a few seconds, or I'm locking the collar on you and kicking you out.

Shit.  I open the door - it's broad daylight.  Oh my god.

I step out of the car, holding on the door as long as I can.

Close the door, sweetie.
She has a stern look on her face.  I don't dare close it, it's the last lifeline I have.  But her face, I dare not disobey.

I close the door.

Ker-clunk.  The central locking seals my fate.  I pull on the handle, its locked: it's too late.

She beckons me round to her side and cracks the window.

You'll be fine - have fun with it.  I don't know exactly how long I'll be - I have to drive around to the opposite side somewhere and walk though.  Maybe 10 or 15 minutes tops.  We'll go shopping for some new clothes for you afterwards.  I might even treat you to some new clothes, well you'll treat yourself, its your credit card after all.   If you're good I'll thrash your pretty little backside and let you sleep at the door of my bed tonight.  If you so much as protest, I'll take you back to the clearing in the woods and leave you locked up until tomorrow.

And with that, she drives off, leaving me standing in the carpark.

Holy shit.

A little help from my friends - part four

continued from part 3

She leads me out of the clearing and back towards the car

Did you enjoy that my pet? she asks
No.  Yes.  I don't know.

She grins and tugs on my leash.

Come on, we're only just getting started.

We approach the carpark. There are other cars there now, but I don't see any people about.  Hopefully no-one will see.

She leads me right up to her car and unlocks the leg cuffs and unlocks the chain from my collar, placing them on the passenger seat.  She clips something to the collar.  Its a bell.  What is going on.?
She takes some silvery chains out of her bag and clips one around each ankle.  More bells.

Well, my love, she says, getting into her car, this is where part two of your little adventure starts. I want you to meet me across the other side of the woods.  Wait for me in the carpark.  If you're not there in exactly 2 hours, you're walking home on your own.

She shuts the door and locks the central locking, leaving me stranded outside.

I just stand there.  My hands are still cuffed behind my back - this is new.

She cracks a window and motions to me to come over.

I hope you're not late - I mean it, you'll be walking all the way home.  To your house, not mine, I won't let you back in.  Just think about that as you twinkle your way over to the other car park.  2 hours, on the dot.

But I can't tell the time - I don't have a watch!  And how will I get into my house, my car and keys are at yours!

Poor little princess - you'll just have to ask someone.  5 sharp.  You really don't want to be late.

And with that, she closes the window and drives off, leaving me cuffed and alone in the carpark.

My first reaction is to run to the cover of the trees.  But running sets off the bells.  And they are loud! How!  they are so small, but man they make a noise.  I look down at my ankles to see the little chains padlocked on - there is no chance of being able to get them off.  Dammit, she's got me good!

I start counting in my head, desperate to try to keep some kind of time.  It's a long way to the other car park - these woods give way to open heath and cross a golf course.  Then there's a steep climb up a narrow path and into the carpark, which is part of a leisure centre.  I don't know how I'm going to be able to do this without being seen.  It's madness.  But I definitely don't want to be walking all the way home.

I can hear people in the woods.  I'm not sure where they are, but I can't afford to hang about too much, I have to get cracking.    I'm tiptoeing, but it's not use, the bells tinkle and draw attention to where I am.  The outfit doesn't help.  I'm just going to have to go for it.  Luckily it's not a weekend and the woods are mostly empty, but I'm scared.  Plus I've never done this cuffed before and had to cover so much open ground at the same time.

I pick my way through the woods and out onto the heath.  It's terrifyingly open and I can see people walking about on the grassland in the distance.  I don't really have a choice.

I've been walking for a while now but I'm not really sure how long I've been walking for - maybe half an hour - it's difficult to say and I've kinda lost count.   I break cover from the trees and follow a narrow path out onto the heath.  I have maybe 2 miles to walk - so a fair way.  My shoulders are starting to ache from being cuffed and I'm regretting getting into this mess.

I walk onwards, tinkling and chiming as I go.  I have to get closer to the bottom of the path and then maybe I can wait until closer to the 5pm designated time before committing myself to the path and the carpark.  5pm will be perilously close to the end of the working day and there's a high chance of people being on the path and in the car park.  I really don't know what to expect and with the cuffs, collar and bells, there's no way I can pretend that this isn't some kinky game.

I hear voices ahead and realise there's someone on the same path as me, maybe 500m ahead.  I look left and right and there's not really anywhere to hide.  I don't think they've really seen me yet due to some bushes and a couple of trees but I need act fast.  I walk off to the left and down into a little gully behind some bracken.  It's not much cover, but its all there is.  If there's anyone on the other parts of the heath on the side of the gully they'll see me clear as day.

The people pass by, none the wiser, but I'm aware the bell on my collar is not totally silent.  I hope they don't look over!

I wait it out - agonising over the amount of time I should leave because once I'm up, I'll make noise and be in clear view for a long way.  I have to get on.

Struggling up onto my feet, I continue on my merry chiming way - closer and closer to the bottom of the path leading to the carpark.  The trouble is the bottom of the path is totally in the open and there's no great place to hide nearby, so I'll have to retreat to the trees some 300 metres away and wait.

There's a lot more people around now that the end of the working day is approaching.  This also means I don't have too long to get to the car park to meet my friend.  Holy shit.

I wait and wait, getting pretty nervous now - I have to go, but there are still some people about.  They're going to see and hear me, but it's too bad.

I walk as nonchalantly as I can from the cover of the trees to the bottom of the path.  I'm in full view, but I remember that actually look pretty femme with the makeup on.  Trouble is - handcuffs and collar and bells.  Damn!

I keep going.  Reached the bottom of the path.  My cheeks are burning - people stopped as they could hear the bells.  They weren't close - 100 metres or so, but that feels close when you're stuck in a dress and hands cuffed.

I start walking up the path- it's quiet, thank god, but it's at least 500m to the top of the hill.  I have no choice - there is no other way up - well, at least no other sensible way - there's another route, but it's via a girls school and their driveway - that would be a really bad idea.  The damn bells were tinkling with every step and I wished the world could swallow me up.  God I hoped none was on the path!

Eventually and thankfully unspotted, I was at the top of the path and at the entrance to the carpark.  But I had no real idea what the time was and the carpark was pretty busy.  I needed to find my friend and quickly.  Was she even there?  Was I too late or miles too early?  If I was early, there was nowhere to go and wait it out, there's no hiding places at all and I'm still handcuffed and collared.  I was bricking it - it was just a matter of time before I was spotted and then god knows what, arrested probably.  No need to apply the cuffs, already done!

As workers returned to their cars, I frantically scanned the car park for the black BMW - where was she?  I walked out a little from the top of the path to see if I could spot her.  Fuck - this was a nightmare.  Would have been ok if I wasn't cuffed and wearing a pink collar with a bell on it - she'd made me up to look pretty enough to be able to pass by fairly closely, but like this - not good.

People were all around now and I was getting very worried.  It was only a matter of time before I was made and possibly in a world of trouble.  It actually dawned on me that people might get worried that was a girl in cuffs and try to help..

Suddenly, from nowhere, a black BMW pulls up right in front of me just as I'm about to freak out and the window winds down to reveal my grinning friend.

Having fun, girly boy?  She says, motioning towards to passenger side.

I struggle to open the door with my hands cuffed, but gratefully clamber inside, safe.

Miss me, pervert? She said and kisses me.

I can't speak.  Exhausted, neves shot.

Oh my god, never again.  Too hard to do it like this!  How long have I been out?

Only an hour.  I was waiting here the whole time - I knew the time factor would mess with your head!  Shes staring at me.  You get off on this, don't kid yourself!

Not so helpless for so long - was so hard and there's no way to pass if I got caught!

She reaches over and unlocks the collar and cuffs.  Finally I'm free.  She tosses me a small key so I can remove the ankle bells.

So, now you're free..wanna do one more thing before we go back to my place and I beat that sissy backside of yours for being so disappointingly early?

I'm exhausted, but she knows me well.

Sure... whatever you say

to be continued in part 5

A little help from my friends - part three

continued from part 2..

We usually have a game of 'drop me off in a carpark in a dress or some kind of awkward femme attire'  She loves it.  Probably because I give her my credit card for the duration, but also because we're friends and she genuinely gets my need for humiliation and loss of control.

We usually do this in a large park (in fact, the one mentioned in this post is a favoured) so I have to either hide for a while, usually uncomfortably long enough for me to wish I hadn't started the game, or walk across the park to meet her at prearranged location, which is no better.

All the time in a dress or something girly.   The more girly and ridiculous, the shorter the time she leaves me, usually as actually getting caught is something that neither of us really want

She drags me by my collar out through the door to the garage and unlocks the car.

Get in, she says.

I'm still in cuffs and I look pleadingly at her.

Nope, you're noting to get to wear a coat today.  And you an ride in cuffs. If you're not careful, I'll hogtie you in the boot.

I get in the passenger seat.  It's kinda hard with my ankles cuffed, but I slide in.   She puts my seatbelt on, starts the car, opens the remote control garage door and we're off.

OMG.

It's broad daylight, week day, people are about doing their thing.  I'm handcuffed in the passenger seat of a BMW wearing a dress and collar.

She takes the long way round, of course, driving through the town.  She's dressed in leather and I'm sat passively - people double take as we drive by, but they only get a glimpse before we're gone.
I'm petrified, cuffed as I am.

Eventually, we pull up in the carpark to a large woods.   There's no-one else there at the moment, which is good - so I'm expecting the usual string me along and drive off without me affair.    She gets out of the car and walks around to my door.  She opens the door and unbuckles the seatbelt, something I would have had difficulty with with my hands cuffed.

Come on, pervert, get out - this is going to be fun.  I oblige, she shuts the door and locks the car.  I'm well and truly exposed now if anyone comes.  She unlocks one of my handcuffs, but quickly twists my other wrist behind my back and cuffs them.  Now I'm really confused, she normally sends me on my way at this point.

She takes hold of the chain that is attached to my collar and starts dragging me away from the car.  I have no choice but to follow in small shuffling steps because of the ankle cuffs.  We walk down a path into the woods for a few minutes and then she pushes through a narrow gap in the thick bushes and we step out into a small clearing.

She walks me, shuffling, to the middle of the clearing - it's not large, maybe 100 ft across - but its  totally clear of trees except for one medium sized one in the centre.  She  quickly locks the end of the chain to the lone tree.  I'm trapped.

I left the key back in the car, kinky girly boy, so you'll just have to wait here.  I'll be back, probably.  I might have a little me time in the car though. Might even have a nap.   Enjoy your little mind fuck.

She kisses me on each cheek and grabs my crotch, and softly starts grinding on me.  It's maddeningly arousing.  The licks her finger and rubs it across my lips.  Then she turns and walks off and doesn't even look back, leaving me chained to the tree.

A round trip for her back to the car will take at least 10 minutes, assuming she goes straight there and comes straight back.

Holy crap - usually I am free to run away, hide, skip, walk and do what I like - this is totally different. I'm totally on display.  I can't really see through the thick trees at the edge of the clearing, so I don't know if anyone is there or not.  It's the middle of the day and it's pretty quiet with no-one around int he carpark, but man, my hard is spinning.

The chain is around 3 metres long, so I can move out a little way, but am quickly brought to a stop by my collar.  I'm really well and truly stuck.  I hope she comes back soon!  My hands are frustratingly cuffed out of the way behind my back, but it wouldn't matter, the collar is locked on and the tree is as thick as a telegraph pole, so there's no getting out.

My mind is playing tricks on me and every little noise is amplified as someone coming.  To the left, so I duck behind the tree to hide.  It's useless as the tree is not big enough to hide me and in any case, I have a flared pinafore and pink t-shirt with puffy sleeves, knee socks and pink boots.  Dammit!!  I realise how clever she has been, I'm starting to feel helpless, like a slavegirl at a market, like the cheap slut that I want to be.  I fantasise about being caught, so she's put me in the situation where my mind runs wild.

I struggle against the chain, my cuffs, anything to try to get free, but nothing gives.  It wouldn't, I bought all of it to be tough and inescapable.  Shit.

In my struggling, the skirt of my dress has become hitched up and is exposing my pink silky knickers.  Fuck, could this get worse?  I try to reach around with my hands, but it's stuck on something.

Then, footsteps, clear as day.  Cracking through the undergrowth.  I stagger around the tree to try to hide.  I hear them, closer.  Its useless, I have to look.

There she is, standing looking at me, hands on her hips.

Well well, if it's not poor little shit scared sissy pants.  Miss me?

She walks over to me and bails me up against the tree.

Anyone come by and molest you, pervert?  Bet you'd like that wouldn't you?

She smoothes down my skirt and unlocks the chain from the tree and walks me out of the clearing.

continued in part 4

A little help from my friends - part two

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...

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