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.