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

yellow bridesmaid

My girlfriend when I was in uni was sort of tolerant of me dressing up.  I was skinny and cute back then too, so she had a bit of fun dressing me up and making me over a few times.

In the holidays she left a load of her dresses round at my house, so whilst the cat was away, the mice certainly played.

She had this lovely pale lemon coloured 80's bridesmaid dress (which was where the whole bridesmaid thing started for me) that was hanging up in my wardrobe that was extremely tempting.  Too tempting!

I actually took a bunch of photos of me dressed up - which was pretty brave given that everything was film back then.  I remembered to scan a few of them before I chucked the originals away.

This dress was awesome - a really lovely light yellow satin taffeta with a nice big bow at the back.  The large puffy sleeves were lined with netting too, which kept them big and puffed out.  Bodice was boned and well shaped and had a lovely basque waist.  There was a lovely 4 layer net petticoat which was stiff and pouffy.  Just about perfect.

Anyway, plenty of adventures in that dress.  I usually waited until it was late before driving out in my car - in hindsight, you can see a lot inside a dark car at night in a big city.  Ah well - it's not as if anything happened.  

I used to drive out to wedding shops, park outside and look longingly in at the huge dresses of the early 90's.  I used to dream of being accidentally locked in a big wedding dress shop naked....you can imagine the rest.  

I once walked around the university like this - actually this photo might have been the day I did it. I waited until it was late 2 or 3am, it was the summer holidays so no students about - those days the campus was open and there were only a few cameras about - I'd imagine they were pretty crappy quality too.  I parked up and just wandered about the huge campus.  Over quads, past the library, outside the union, by the bars - everywhere.   It was such a good feeling that I forget about the time and it started to get light as it does in Europe.  I was suddenly aware of being dressed exactly as you see about but on the wrong side of the campus and it was dawn.  

I had to hustle on, cutting through the large campus, dress billowing up behind me like Scarlet O'Hara in gone with the wind.  High heels clacking - I was really worried that I would get spotted.  I might have been for all I know..

I got back to the car as the campus security patrol car came into the carpark, I nonchalantly started the car and drove off...leaving them wondering...well, I don't know, I didn't hang about.

I then realised I had to drive through the city just as regular life was starting up for the day...  The sun was up and I had a problem!  And then should I survive the car journey, I had to get back into the house dressed up like a prom queen.  

What had I done?!   

This theme of being forced out into the open in dresses and the thrill of being maybe seen/caught has never left me..

Pink Bridesmaid challenge

Remember I told you about my pink taffeta bridesmaid dress?

I wore it with huge petticoats and usually made myself up to the nines.  It rustled like nothing else - it was awesome - 80's prom queen.

Not exactly subtle, but that wasn't the point!

One night, I was all alone in the house and I had 'bright' idea.  I dressed up, tight lacing corset first, stockings (of course) - makeup, wig, high heels, girly jewellery - the lot.

I lived in a very small country village at the time, so I thought bit of late night enforced walking would be in order.

I left handcuff keys and spare car keys in the garden, took the cuffs with me and drove out.  I parked the car in a deserted back lane a fair walk  - maybe a mile - from my house.  It was 1am and I was still nervous of being caught - this was my neighbourhood and I knew most people.

The desire for the humiliation of a forced cross dressing 80's prom queen adventure got the better of me and I grabbed the cuffs, quickly locked the keys in the car and before I could back out, cuffed my wrists behind my back.

I now had to walk down pitch dark lanes, past village houses and back to my house to get the keys dressed up in a pink bridesmaid dress, heels with my hands handcuffed behind my back.  I'd then have to walk back to the car, having unlocked my cuffs so I could get the front door keys and drive it back.

I stood there, the wind was blowing and my dress was billowing nosily around my legs - the net of the many petticoat layers frothing about and I wondered if I gone too far.  It was a bit late for that - I was well and truly stuck.

I started to walk, heels clacking on the road, terrified of a car coming.  I stopped every few minutes to listen out for cars or people, but everything was so quiet.    I kept on walking, past the houses of people I knew, their houses dark at this time of night, but even so, a very odd experience.  Further and further into the village - in some ways with more places to hide should someone come, but in other ways, more risk.  I had no choice in the matter and on I went.

Suddenly, a faint noise in the distance.  A car.  Now this very small village is criss crossed with lots of roads and I couldn't tell which direction it was yet.  I was aware that running would be a very bad idea as I was corseted, in a massive heavy dress with a dozen layers, wearing high heels and hands cuffed.  I was frozen to the spot, right out in the open, trying to work it out - do I hide, or carry on?

I chose to hide, picking a big house with a long drive to get off the road.  I hoped the car wasn't coming in here!  I stood behind a tree for ages, waiting but it was a false alarm, the car made its way off to wherever it was going and did not pass.

I was nearing home - I tottered down a steep hill and then into the driveway.  I fetched the kets, relieved to be out of the cuffs.

But now I had to walk back to the car again to get the car open, the front door keys and drive myself home.

I put the spare car key into the bra pocket of the corset, clinging tightly to the handcuff key, I locked them back on just for fun, in the front this time, and walked back to the car, just enjoying the feeling of freedom from being outside in a big dress and the kink of being cuffed.  

Sting

Once again, its self bondage cross dress jeopardy time, with a dose of humiliation.

I string a long rope across the width of my wide double garage, about 15 metres wide, the top pulled tight at about waist height with the ends tied up tight and out of reach at each end.   At one end, the end of the rope is slightly higher, you'll see why in a minute.

At the far end, I tie a set of handcuff keys to a rafter, having them dangle down to just about waist height.  They are tied with cord and the rope well knotted over and over.  Again, you'll see why in a minute.

Along the rope I tie on freshly picked stinging nettles.  A bunch about the size of a large bouquet of flowers every 50cm, which means there are about 30 bunches along the rope.  They're tied securely and not coming off.

Right at the end, where the rope rises, I tie off the rest of the nettles, maybe 4 or 5 bouquet sizes in massive leafy cluster.

I wonder if you can see my plan now?

The plan is to lock myself up so I have to walk straddling the nettle clad rope with totally vulnerable lower half to get to the keys at the other end.

To matters more interesting (as if they're already no interesting enough), the garage door opens with a remote - I place a simple mechanism over the remote - a bottle of water suspended up high from a rafter connected to a weight over a small pulley.  The weight hangs over the garage remote control fob on the workbench.  If the weight were to drop, it would hit the button and open the garage door.

I tap a small hole into the bottle and run a thin tube out about 10 cm and place a bucket under it.  I clamp the tube over with a clothes peg and run a long piece of cord out from it.

Once the peg is unclipped, the water will drip out over a period of about 5 minutes, then the weight will slowly drop until it opens the garage door and exposes me to the street if I'm not free of the cuffs in time.

I have a pair of handcuffs, some leg irons, some chain and padlocks and, of course, some clothes to hand.

I strip off, apply nipple clamps and give them a good hard twist tight, pop the push up bra on for good measure and then dress in my short blue PVC alice dress (again) - complete with flouncy petticoats.   I zip it up and lock to the pink leather collar as per previous adventures.  The dress is not coming off until I get to those padlock keys, which incidentally are outside in the garden.

I wear no underwear this time though!  See my plan?

I strap on some very high heels, which brings the rope to just about crotch height. I won't be able to remove them unless I unto the ankle straps.

I straddle the rope which is still pretty high despite the heels and comes up under my balls, reach down and lock on the leg cuffs.  I'm effectively committed at this point as I can't get off the nettled rope, which is tied off well out of reach, and the keys are tied up at the other end.  Although I really can't get out,  I'm just not vulnerable enough.  With hands, I could untie the nettles to stop them stinging me, stop the garage remote, and do all sorts of things to back out of this game.

But as you know, I'm not a backing out of things person.  I crave this humiliation and it's going to happen.

I lock the chain tight around my waist, padlocking the handcuffs to the chain.  I tie the cord that leads to the clothes peg on the bottle to a link in the front of the chain around my waist. It's round the front so I won't be able to untie it with my hands cuffed behind.  When I start walking down the rope, it'll pull the clip away and start the drip timer.

I can hardly believe I'm doing this, but I bring the cuffs together behind me and with 2 sets of ratchety clicks - it's done, I'm locked in and going nowhere until I get to the other end of the garage,, knowing that as soon as I move, the timer starts and I have no choice but to get going and face the nettles which will savage my inner thighs, bottom, balls and that whole area.

I stand there in limbo, knowing I have to do this.  I inch forward, the first nettles just in front of me - they're the nastiest stingy ones I could find too.  As I move, the cord tightens and I know this will be it.

One more step and 'clack' - the peg comes off the tube and I have only a few minutes to do this.  I'm moving slowly on my high heels - the rope wedged under me - my erect cock and balls leading the way.  I twist, but it makes no difference - I have to cross the nettles.  It's awful - a thousand tiny barbs jab into my balls and inner thighs, arsehole and all over my bottom.

OMG I should have tested this a little first - it's very painful.  I inch over the first bunch of nettles and shuffle in my stilettos to the next one, only a few steps away.  Time is ticking and I'm going to need most of it to untie the cuff key at the far end.

I have to carry on - another bunch  - oh man, it stings, my poor cock and balls are on fire!  The nettles penetrate my exposed lower half and my hands are helplessly locked away at my waist.  I try to reach down, but it's not helping - if anything it forces more of the nettles into my exposed genitals and bottom.

Further and further down the rope, more stings - it's unbearable, I'm on fire - but I have no choice - I must get to the end.  My feet are on fire from the high heels too.

At last, the final bunch.  The rope rises slightly and it wedges hard under my bottom and though my crack.  I have to stand right over the massive bunch, which is arranged up a few feet over the rope and dangles down to the floor, in order to get the keys.  I glance back to the timer before making the final move and see the weight is dropping low already.  Holy crap!

I push forward into the final bunch, which stings me everywhere - ankles, knees, inner thighs, all over my exposed arsehole, bottom, cock and balls and also starts brushing up into my waistline and up under the petticoat.  Fuck!

I grab the dangling key, which is just too high up to be able to use without untying it from the cord and start working the knots. I'd knotted the crap out of the thing and each one takes agonising seconds.  I'm looking back all the time to the timer device whilst I am working my hands - it's getting perilously close the garage remote fob, maybe only 1 or 2 cm to go.  I work faster, but the key is still tied on.

At last, it comes loose and I pop the handcuffs open.  I'm still standing in the huge nettle bunch, so I shuffle away, my whole lower half on fire so I can get to the leg cuffs.  I get one and then hear a clunk.  The door starts to rise with a whirr.  The garage lights are on and it's daylight outside, so I need to be really quick!  I unstraddle the rope and run, the leg cuffs still attached, to the remote.  By the time I get there - it's only 15 metres away - the door is more than half open and I'm in serious danger of someone seeing me.    I prod the remote and the door stops.  There are agonising seconds before it will lower again.  Then I'm safe.

Did anyone see me?  OMG!

My entire lower half is on fire, especially my poor inner thighs and balls.   I reach down and unlock the other leg cuff.  I pull up the puffy skirts and look down for the first time - I'm covered in welts and weals from the nettles.  Its still burning and I don't know how long it's going to last.  Theres not much I can do about it though!  

What next?  I am tempted by another go on the rope, but the nettles are looking a little sorry for themselves, and besides, I know I can do it now, so it's not so much fun.

I have an idea though - I grab a pair of thick plastic pants and the locking frilly plastic lined knickers - I pull on my gardening gloves and stuff the thick pants full of nettles - as much as I can get in there. They are quite tight fitting, so this will be fun.

I quickly put them on - my arse is once again on fire - the nettles pricking into all the soft flesh it can find.  I pull up the locking knickers and click the padlock shut.  They're not coming off without the keys which are in the garden along with the keys to my collar, chain and dress.

Every step is now torture.  I wish I'd called it a day, but it would have been a shame to waste the nettles.

I still have the handcuffs dangling from the chain at my waist.   I reattach the leg cuffs so I can't put any clothes on to cover my dress and get outside sooner.  I shuffle painfully out of the garage and to the back door, the plastic pants full of nettles torturing me at every move.

I toss the handcuff keys into the garden, effectively trapping me until it gets dark in several hours time.

I click the handcuffs back over my wrists behind my back and settle in to the horrible discomfort of the remaining daylight hours until I get into the garden and get myself free.   I can't even sit down, so this is going to be horrible!

I curse myself - I'm a nasty vindictive self bondage mistress sometimes.

PVC Alice Dress - another rush

So, another game I played was a little more fetishy than others (as if forced crossdressing jeopardy public bondage wasn't quite enough)

I've played with being trapped by daylight before, being helpless in a dress and having to wait for the light to fade before I could make my way to freedom.  This was just like that, but with a twist - I've got several more variations on this to come, all combined with some kind of jeopardy to make it more interesting.

I lived in a terraced house for a while where the gardens were all overlooked by neighbours houses, so this fact could be used as part of my restraint.

It's mid morning, late summer with sunset at least 10 hours away.  I lock up the house and make my way out to the shed.  I've placed cardboard over the windows so neighbours can't see in.

I take a bag of goodies out to the shed in the garden.  Blue PVC Alice baby dress, a disposable nappy (diaper),  a couple of pairs of plastic knickers, one pair that has PVC on the inside, frilly on the outside and can be locked with a chain through the waist.   Also the usual compliment of collars and cuffs, chains and padlocks - the keys of which I've left inside the house.

I've been eating oats and laxative chocolate for the last 24 hours and had plenty of water to drink that morning without going to the toilet.

You can see some of what's coming next, right?

Once in the shed, I pull the door shut and latch it shut from the inside.  I empty the bag and contents and strip off naked.  I lock a chain through the arm and leg holes of my shorts and shirt and padlock them tight into a ball then lock them in the bag.  I'm now naked the shed.

I quickly dress - first the diaper - it's a thick adult one.  Then I pull on a couple of pairs of thick plastic knickers - relatively large but close fitting, totally enclosing the diaper.  I'm well padded now!  I pull on the overtly frilly plastic lined knickers and lock the chain behind my back, trapping me in.  I apply nipple clamps - I'm sure I'll regret those - and then a pale blue push up bra which a) keeps the clamps out of the way of any fingers that might go looking for them and b) gives me small breasts

I quickly dress - petticoat, Alice dress, knee high socks and mary janes.  I lock on the pink collar , hooking the padlock at the back of the collar through the zip on the back of my dress and lock my ankles into leg irons.

I'm basically stuffed now - can't get out of this get up until I can get back into the house, which I can't do for another 10 hours.

I click the first handcuff around my wrist behind my back - these are largely overkill, I'm already in a world of trouble.  But I do them anyway - may as well do this as I'd intended and put myself into really strict bondage.

Clickety click. The cuffs are locked on behind my back

I'm totally stuck.

At some point, I'm going to need the toilet - way before I can get inside.

So I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to be stuck here in a dressed, handcuffed and locked into a nappy and layers of heavy plastic pants when that happens.

I don't have a watch so time passes slowly.  I feel my bladder start to swell and get uncomfortable.  Theres so much conditioning to overcome before I need to pee.  I cross my legs, jiggle, stress and clench.  But then it happens.  I pee into the nappy, it's warm and I feel better.

More waiting.  I'm bored and start trying to get free from the cuffs, seeing if I've left an opportunity to get free.  Of course, I haven't and I'm going nowhere.  This is part of the thrill - being forced into bondage where there is no easy escape.  It's all very well being locked up for 30 minutes and then getting free, but the feeling really needs to be one of total helplessness.

I'm getting stiff, sore, wet, my arms ache from being cuffed behind my back, my nipples are on fire.  It's just as well I didn't put the gag in too. I'm aroused as hell but can't get to my cock through all the layers and in any case, my hands are handcuffed.

It's been hours.  I can feel the light change.  I can also feel a relentless pressure in my bowel.  This isn't good.   Its pushing down, the laxative and oats doing there thing.  I have many hours left trapped in here and I can't do a damn thing about what I know is going to happen.

I've clenched all I can, but it's too much and I do a massive mess into the nappy.

It's huge hot and squishy and I can feel the mass of it against my cheeks.  I'm so humiliated.  I've just messed myself like a helpless baby.  I have many layers on so there is no smell yet, thank god.

Time passes.  I have no choice but to suffer in my own mess.  It was what I wanted after all.

I try not to move too much as I feel the awful mess in my backside.  It's difficult just to stand there though.  I almost wish I was gagged so I could cry my frustration.    I've really set this one up good.

Hours pass.  It's finally getting dark now, but as it's summer, I have to be careful of the long lingering twilight.  I need to wait until it's properly dark - I am, after all, a grown man in a blue pvc baby dress with a giant petticoat and frilly knickers, handcuffed and collared.  My neighbours don't need to see this!

More time.  I am so uncomfortable!  I have the back door key in my hand and am waiting for the dark to settle, but it's taking ages!  I'm peeking out of a gap in the cardboard against the windows and it's getting pretty dark now.  My neighbours have largely gone inside and quiet is descending.

I go to leave but realise that the latch on the inside of the shed door is too high for my cuffed hands, especially as they are attached with a chain to the leg cuffs.  Crap - what now?  I could literally be stuck in myself imposed prison.  I'm in desperate need move my bowels again too.  I can't even work up the energy to stop it and I can feel another huge mess against my backside.  Oh man - I have never been so out of control, humiliated and degraded.

I can feel my stomach twist some more and the rush is on - using my nose, I gently work the little latch and after probably half an hour, it finally moves and the I can push the door open.

I would have been 10 or 11 hours locked in there - many of which with nasty messy nappy.  My nipples are killing me and I'm thirsty and hungry and in danger of mess number three.  There can't be room in there and I dread to think what mess is down there.

I waddle out and make my way towards the back door - my nappy impossibly full and disgusting against my bottom.  I mess myself once more - it's horrible, full and warm.  The laxative and oats working up a storm and there is nothing I can do.

I 'm finally there, but realise that I can't get the key in the lock - same reason as I got stuck in the shed - my hands are too low down.  Fuck!

I twist around and try to get the key into my mouth from my hands - I have to drop it and bend down to pick it up in my mouth.  The bending is a revolting sensation against my backside.  I dont even want to think about it.  I'm trying to hurry as my garden, although dark now, is overlooked and I need to get in.  I work the key with my mouth into the lock and after some frantic oh my god I'm fucked moments, the lock turns and I use my chin to get the door open.

I'm safe.

Now to clean up and plan the next adventure.

PVC Alice Dress

I've had so many adventures in this kinky pvc dress I don't even know where to start!

I don't have any pictures readily to hand, sadly, so a description will have to do.

Its a very short baby blue flared pvc dress.

Wide white pvc waistband and white pvc peter pan collar and cuffs to the short very puffed sleeves.

It was best worn with a 4 layer short net petticoat to puff it right out and also frilly white pvc-lined knickers.  White knee high socks and patent block heeled mary-jane shoes top it all off.

Kinda like this, just short and flared and without the bib

Anyways, adventures.

One of the more fun ones was at a large national park.  It was early evening in summer, a couple of hours to go before darkness.  I had the dress in a small holdall, complete with some chain, padlocks, handcuffs, leg irons, a pink leather collar and some other bits and bobs.

I parked the car in the carpark, left the padlock keys in the car and walked out into the park.  It's a very popular park with walkers and joggers and such, but it's very large - a thousand acres of open heath, long avenues and a lots of woodland.














I walked about ten minutes into the park, down one of the widest avenues, which would give me a great deal of difficulty not being spotted and ducked off into a small wooded area.

I quickly stripped out of my shorts and shirt and eagerly dressed into the sissy outfit - knickers, dress and petticoats.  Finally pulling on the socks (pelerine school socks of course) and mary janes.

I ran a chain through my shorts, underwear and tshirt arms, locking them together in a tight ball with one of the padlocks - the key of which was back in the car.  I stuffed the now useless clothes and my shoes into one part of the holdall and padlocked the zip shut, double sealing my fate.

I got the thin pink collar out and locked that on too.  It had a dangly hear pendant on the front

I was now stuck, in a very sissy dress, in daylight in a public park.  What the hell had I done?!

I would be dark in a few hours, so I had to remain calm and patient.  I was safe where I was unless some kids came clambering through, but as it was quite late - gotta love daylight savings - it was only walkers and joggers.

I crept out and onto the edge of the avenue to get a better look just a couple of young ladies jogged into sight, so quickly and quietly retreated to the safety of the wood.  Not really sure what else I could do, I picked out the handcuffs and leg irons from the side pocket of the holdall (making sure I had the keys to those!) and clicked them on - hands in front for now.

I sat there and daydreamed about being caught by a pack of young female joggers and being paraded around for their amusement.

I had an impulsive idea - I unlock the cuffs and creep out with the keys to the edge of the woods where I am hidden.  The long avenue is empty so I run across the wide path, skirts frothing and place the keys right on the edge of the path under a large tree.  I flounce back - safe again.

Taking a deep breath, I lock the ankle cuffs on and click the handcuffs behind my back, so now I am well and truly stuck with the key well out of reach.

I creep back out of the woods and see if I can peek to see if the path is empty, but agonisingly, it's not.  There's people out for romantic late evening walks and running.  I shuffle back into the sanctity of the  wood for now, but it's really hard to move about quietly in shackles!  So I'm stuck, it's an hour till dark and I have my hands cuffed and I can't release them.

Part of me wishes I'd left the handcuff keys in the car too, but that would have been crazy.. but maybe another time..

So I wait and wait.  I need the toilet.  There is nothing I can do, it's still light.
Finally, dusk. I've been stuck for over 2 hours.   I go for another look at the path, but it's hard to see in the approaching gloom.  I would be obvious to others before I could see them.  Dammit.

I have to go, risk it.  I waddle across, my legs restricted by the cuffs and my hands pulled down behind my back by the connecting chain.  By now, I can't see the damn keys its so dark.  I'm frantically searching the tree, exposed for everyone to see dressed like a frilly sissy.

Finally I have the keys and I free my hands and feet, running back across through the oncoming dusk.   I hear laughter - a couple - did they see me?  They chatter as they pass, lingering right level with where I'm crouching, heart pounding.  But no, I think I'm ok.  I gather my things, stashing the cuffs in the bag and make my way back to the path for the walk back to the car.

The couple are still there, slowly ambling.  It's getting late and I need to get back, so I creep out behind them - it's mostly dark now, so as long as I'm quiet...  ducking in behind trees when they slow down or I think I've made a noise.

We're at the carpark - they get into their car and just sit there.  There are other cars too, but it's late and dark now.  I'm pretty exposed with not too many options of anyone comes - there's a few trees but its mostly fenced off here, so I'd be sprung.

I crouch and wait.  Gotta take my chances at some point, but none of the cars are moving.  I head around the outside perimeter of the carpark towards my car, get the keys out and hope for the best - I blip the doors and dash inside, start the car and drive out as steadily as I can manage.

I turn out and realise that I'm driving into town now wearing the dress and there's not really anywhere I can stop to get changed and the town centre will be brightly lit and full of people

Oh crap..

carpark fun

Station carpark.  6pm.  Almost dark.  I hide my carkey at the far end of the carpark.

Back the car, I dress in a denim pinafore, dark over the knee socks, pink shirt and pink doc marten boots.  I look like a teenage girl. Except I'm not, obviously.

I get out of the car and wait for the next train to roll into the station.  As soon as it stops I have maybe 2 minutes before the carpark is full of commuters.

I lock the central locking, lifting the divers handle, shut the door, which enables it to close with the door still locked.

I'm standing by my car dressed as a teenage girl.

I have maybe 90 seconds now.

Its a race - can I get across the carpark, get the key and get back in 90 seconds?

Of course, I timed it so that I can't quite make it. The first few fast walking people would be just leaving the station and crossing over the access road to the carpark just as I reached the key.  Better hope they're not parked next to me or I'll be stuck in the middle of the carpark with nowhere to hide.

I scurry back.  People are heading in my direction.  Maybe 200 metres and closing.   I still have the same distance to cover through the cars - I'm hidden, for the most part, but the random element of of which person is heading for which car is such a thrill.

Pot luck.  Busted or safe.

I make it back.  But the car next to mine fires up just as I open the door!  Was there already someone in the car when I started this game? Or did they just get there without me seeing - I was dashing between the cars and it is pretty much dark.

Fuck.

I stand there dumb struck.  They pull out of the space without even looking..

Of course they saw me.
What a rush.

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.