Wedding Dress

About 10 years ago I found a lovely wedding dress in my size.  It was in an heavy ivory dupion silk, satin lined, tea length with a huge full skirt and masses of net petticoats to puff it out.  The bodice was heavily boned with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps with bows on them.  On the back was a super sized bow.  I think it was from the early to mid 90's.  It rustled like nothing else!  Super femme.

These pictures give you a kind of idea of the shape of the dress how the shoulders looked!

I kept it in a cupboard at my desk in the office as I was often working late and sometimes had the opportunity to dress up in it when everyone was gone for the night.  I had some ivory bridal shoes, some matching satin gloves and a little veil.  Awesome 

Once, as I was all dressed up, the cleaners came in (I thought they had already been!) and I had to rush out of a back door and hide outside until they had gone.  Man that was awkward! Especially as the backdoor led out to a communal area shared by many offices - lucky it was late autumn and dark and there was none there.  The problem was the door only opened from the inside and I had to walk right around the building to get back in - not being quite sure if they had left or not.  Luckily, they were only 10 minutes and I saw their van pulling away.  

This gave me an idea though.

What if I could put myself in some kind of predicament in the office - a deliberate risky dress-up?

It took me a while and a few goes to get this right.  I didn't want to get caught at work as that would be a disaster, but I did want to be placed in a terrible dilemma whilst dressed up.  

I finally worked it out.

I have some handcuffs and leg irons that I could connect with a chain and a collar that can lock with a couple of heart shaped padlocks.  If I left the keys to these outside in the shared communal area during the day, I could have some fun!

To make the problem somewhat more interesting, if I could be dressed in the office before everyone left, that would make my job that much harder.

We had a server room in the office that none else went into.  It was small, dark and I had the key.  What if I could lock myself in there undetected, with everyone thinking I had gone home, dress up and lock on the cuffs.  That's mental!

So thats exactly what I did.

I left the keys at the most public end of the outdoor area at lunch.
I also left some keys to another padlock in my car.

I had a leather knee length skirt, some knee boots with killer heels and a pink knitted jumper locked in my desk cupboard.  They key to the cupboard - outside with the handcuff keys!

I would need to retrieve these to get the other clothes so I could get to my car to get the key to my male clothes!  Madness!

At about 4:30 I went to 'leave'.  Taking the bags with my dress and stuff in, I stashed them into the server room when everyone was busy and not looking.  Now, all I had to do was go in, lock the door from the inside, strip off, dress up, and wait.  And a long wait at that.  It didn't get dark till 7 and I had no idea when my colleagues would leave.  20 people in the office, holding me prisoner and they had no idea.

Quietly locking the server room door, I turned off the light and stripped off.  Before I could chicken out, I threaded a chain through my male clothes and locked them tight to a rack full of servers.  I then quickly locked on the pink collar.   I was 1/2 way committed!

What had I done!??  I was naked in the server room of the office with no way to get out until everyone had gone!  The keys to my male clothes were in the car and the only clothes I could realistically walk outside to the car in were locked in my cupboard - the key to that was outside.

I could wait naked and do it that way, but that wasn't the point, so I dressed into the wedding dress.  First, some waterproof plastic knickers - like baby pants but tight like girls briefs - just because they felt nice.  Then some ivory frilly knickers, plastic lined too, just because.

I had a white basque and stockings next - dressing quickly to get settled.  I added a pair of nipple clamps under the breastforms in the bra of the basque - they would hurt later but with the handcuffs on behind my back I wouldn't be able to remove them.

I slipped the dress up and zipped it on, getting the fit right and fluffing out the skirts and making sure the giant bow was straight.  I popped the veil and gloves on and slipped my stockinged feet into the shoes and did up the little straps.  I did a little twirl.  Awesome

I quickly locked the leg cuffs on, making sure they were done up just tight enough but not too tight that I would be unable to walk.  With the heels on I would have to be careful.

I picked up the handcuffs and ran the chain up the back of the dress, locking in my left wrist.  Before I could breathe, I snapped the right one on, click click click locking myself up tight, hands behind my back.

OMG.

Probably not even 5pm and I'm totally inescapably handcuffed in a dress in the office.

And I waited.  And waited.  The server room door had a little window in, and I watched as my colleagues filed out slowly over the next hour.  I hadn't seen a few people leave and besides it was still light out.  So I waited some more.

It was excruciating.  Stuck in the little room in the dark, in secret cross dressed wedding dress bondage in the office. I'd outdone myself this time.  Plus my nipples were on fire.

Minutes seemed like hours and every face passing the window on their way out felt like a potential discovery.  If someone shone a light in, there was nowhere to hide.  Not dressed and cuffed anyway.

Finally I could see it was dark out.  Had the cleaners come?  I hadn't seen the boss leave either.  What to do?  I couldn't really wait there all night - at some point, security would come round and check, but not until about 9pm.

I listed closely at the door - nothing.  I was just about to turn the key when the boss came past the window.  I was right there at the door - if he turned his head and looked closely, I'd be seen by the light from the office.  SHIT!

Thankfully he left and I didn't hear him come back.  Distant car noises - were they his?

I had to go for it.

Unlocking the door as quietly as I could, I peered out.  Silence.  Thats good, the clicking of keyboards usually gave people away.  But I waited by the door for agonising minutes, not sure.

Finally I summoned up the courage to tiptoe out, but the chains and dress were so loud that it was futile.  If there was someone there they would have heard.

I checked round the corner - deserted.  No way to be totally sure, except that the time meant the probability was in my favour.

I swished round the back door.  All clear.  I could only just open the handle with my cuffed gloved hands - but I pushed the door open a crack.  All clear outside too.  All the offices that overlooked the area looked deserted too.  I stepped out, but in my haste, the door closed and cuffed as I was, I couldn't catch it.

Click

Fuck - that wasn't in the plan.  Cuffed hand and food outside in a wedding dress - eek!

Ah well - nothing to be done now- I hoped noone was there.  I hobbled over to the far end of the deck and retrieved the keys. I was so glad to get the cuffs off.  I swished around the outside of the building via the relative safety of the dark back path and hurried into the shared brightly lit but thankfully empty lobby.  Punching the code on the office door I was quickly back inside.

Thank fuck.

Part 2 - need to get the key to my male clothes in my car.

I had one last petticoat swirling twirl in the dress and then quickly stripped off the wedding dress.  I packed it quickly away into the dress bag and unlocked the cupboard with the retrieved key.  I dressed in the leather skirt and boots and pink fluffy top.  I gingerly removed the nipple clamps - fuck that hurt.  Time to get the last keys.  I grabbed the car keys and made my way outside in the very public shared carpark.  Our company spaces were at the back (of course) and under bright light.  There was also a security guard in a little hut not too car away.

My heels clacked as I walked and the leather skirt was tight and restrictive, making me take little steps.  I felt like everyone was watching, but there was no-one.

I was 1/2 way across the car park when a car started up and the lights came on.  I had nowhere to go.  I wasn't made up, but I had long ish hair, so I let it flop and carried on walking, hoping that they wouldn't be looking.  They passed right by, not even slowing.  Holy crap.

I got the key out on my car and hobbled back as fast as I could.  Almost back into the lobby - someone was there!  Leaving from my office too!  Holy Shit.

I ducked into the relative dark of the side of one of the buildings and waited to see who it was.  Security - thank god, having a check.  But they usually locked the doors once they were done.  Oh no, that would not be good - I could hardly go home to my wife in what I was wearing!

Security entered the next office so I quickly ran inside and punched in the code to my office - the door mercifully opened. They hadn't locked up yet!  I hastily unlocked my male clothes and stripped off, stashing my outfit back into the cupboard - I wish I could have worn it for longer, but it was now time to run!

I just had time to grab my bag as the guard was coming out of the neighbouring offices.  He seemed a little confused that I was there

'just popped back for something - glad you hadn't locked up'

He seemed convinced and chatted for a minute and then we were both on our way.

Thats when I looked up and for the very first time, saw the tiny red blinking light of a minute security camera.

Uh oh.