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have been ‘dressing’ from a young age, the usual situation occurring, finding an aunties pink satin brassiere, a long line one which just hung on me, but that didn’t matter and also the matching corset also too large, but it felt so natural to wear these items, it gradually developed into wanting to dress more and more frequently, then it was dressing from there on.
My final transformation started about 7 years ago my wife had arranged to go away for a weekend with friends, a sort of girls weekend. I was ecstatic, my chance to dress for a weekend properly with no interruption. After she had left on the Friday, I took out all my gear from my hidden spot in the loft. I chose, all from Transformation (CD shop in Bristol, UK, no longer there unfortunately) a long line black satin brassiere, stuffing it with poly bags filled with water, a high-waisted corset with 8 suspenders small sized pantie girdle to keep my penis controlled, black seamed stockings, 6” high heeled black patent stilettos, a scoop necked white sweater which allowed my bra straps to show, black satin underskirt and a black satin full skirt and a pair of black satin elbow length gloves (purchased from a wedding gown shop). As you can see I am a lover of satin as well. Of course a wig as well, shoulder length and black. After making up as best as I could at the time, I dressed. I had pre-cut a few lengths of rope and bought a wide dog collar to go around my neck and sponge ball (to put in my mouth to stop drooling when gagged). I first tied my nylon clad ankles to the legs of the chair, tying them off the ground to the rungs. A leather strap was buckled over my thighs holding me tight to the chair. Then buckling the collar around my neck with two lengths of rope hanging down my back towards my wrists. I firstly stuffed the sponge into my mouth, then with a black satin scarf which I had tied a knot in, I tied it into my mouth securely gagging me and knotting it under my wig. At the end of the ropes hanging down I had made two loops, loose enough slip off when I wanted to escape. Slipping my hands into them I was now effectively helpless. I had been sat there for a hour or so doing the usual wriggling and ‘mmmphinng’ getting my self worked up, watching a bondage video that a cd I was in contact with sent to me, when to my horror, I heard our front door open and the voices of my wife and her friends laughing and giggling. Apparently, they had received a call on the way down to Devon that the hotel had developed a fire and everything was cancelled, so had returned home. I panicked. But as I tried to release myself the loops tightened and I couldn’t get the ropes off, so I was now actually helpless. I struggled and wriggled, but in vain. My wife called out for me, but being gagged I couldn’t answer. Eventually, I heard her coming up the stairs and into the room. I was terrified. She had a look of horror on her face. I think she thought first of all I had k**napped a woman. She then realised it was me. I sat there helpless as she walked around me with a look of thunder, I was so embarrassed. ‘What the hell are you doing, and what are you watching’ she asked. No point in trying to speak I had gagged myself too well. She turned the PC off and eventually decided to untie the gag, pulling it out of my mouth she had to hook the sponge out as I couldn’t spit it out myself. ‘What are you gay? and why are you gagged’ she said. I tried to explain about my crossdressing and fetish, but she’d had enough, and before I got any chance to explain, she pulled the satin scarf back into my mouth forcing the knot back into my mouth this time without the sponge. ‘I shall sort you out later’ she said angrily then going behind my back saw my wrists behind my back were a bit loosely tied, so she tied my wrists tighter so I was now even more helpless. She stormed off downstairs to her friends. I thought she was going to bring them up, but after about another hour after they had left, she returned to me. She strolled around me, looking at what I was wearing. She hooked her fingers into my bra straps, letting them snap back into place, then lifted my skirt and looked at my pantied penis, then flicking the suspenders of the corset. She removed the gag again, more angry that I had spoilt one of her satin scarves. Still bound, I tried to explain, so she untied me. I stood up stiff from the bondage, then she told me to undress, humiliating me as I undressed in front of her while trying to explain. I was so embarrassed. Then next day I was then made to destroy all my outfits which had cost me quite a bit. And that was it for a while. She asked a few times, did I want to dress again. I admitted it, as I wanted to explore my feminine self again but she just got mad again. A few months later, to my total shock, she said she had met a woman, Sandra, and in desperation had explained her situation. Sandra calmed her down and explained it did happen to men and showed her a few web sites of cd’s and their wives who had accepted it. Then one evening while watching TV, she suddenly said if I wanted to dress as a woman I was to dress as she wanted. I wouldn’t be allowed sexy lingerie, I would have to act my age and wear girdles, corsets and long line brassieres. I think this was to try to stop me dressing. But as far as I was concerned, I wanted to dress so I was quite happy to wear such garments. So that’s where I am at the moment. Sandra who I mentioned is now my wife’s partner (who is now my Mistress) came on the scene after my wife’s confessions, she runs a charity shop where I now get some of my foundation garments from. My situation has now changed. Sandra and my wife sat down with me (dressed at the time) and gave me an option, retire and work as their maid or my wife would take divorce proceedings. I would earn my keep by being a maid from now on. Sandra told my wife she has contacts that would pay for a cd maid. Sandra now lives with us and governs everything I do. When they go out, I am invariable left shackled, not tightly, just to stop me going out and stop me undressing, and recently, she found out I had been talking to some male friends, so have been forced to wear gags, usually bit gags, to stop me chatting to my friends but safe enough to leave in all day. Our telephone number has now been changed and we have moved out of town. All humiliating, but I now have accept it so I can dress. My sexual needs are ignored and my penis being controlled with a chastity device. Lately, due to my penis getting smaller through lack of usage, my sexual activity has dropped and the device removed, so Sandra has decided to ensure I keep my sexual feelings via a prostrate massager. I am still only allowed to wear retro corsetry, long lines and girdles and corsets, usually in satin and lace-up types. I go out as Gina, but only with them, not on my own. Dressed, heavily made up and corsetted, I am fairly passable shape wise, but the voice is still a problem, but I love going out dressed, the feeling of tight skirts and heels with the new silicone breasts Sandra bought me bouncing in the bra, that is such a sexy feeling. As the maid, I wear various maids outfits, french maid satin dresses, in black, pink and purple which I love, but stood in front of my wife in them I still get embarrassed. Other clothing I have bought vary from blouses, to sweaters and skirts, always with high heels. If I go out with them they are invariably 3” so not too bad to walk in, but as their maid or the clients maid, I have to wear very high heels and the shoes are the lock-on type. I have been taught feminine poise, curtseying, walking on heels, hand movements, getting in and out of a car and that sort of thing. I think now I would find it very hard to go back to my previous masculine attitudes. Sandra has now developed a good regular client list and I am hired on a regular basis. Situations can be very humiliating, one woman client always has me dressed as the maid standing in the corner of the room while she has sex with her husband he ties and gags me to watch. This of course is all chargeable. I usually wear Dr Whites pads which are fitted to keep a Tampon in and to stop any entry if hired out.
My final transformation started about 7 years ago my wife had arranged to go away for a weekend with friends, a sort of girls weekend. I was ecstatic, my chance to dress for a weekend properly with no interruption. After she had left on the Friday, I took out all my gear from my hidden spot in the loft. I chose, all from Transformation (CD shop in Bristol, UK, no longer there unfortunately) a long line black satin brassiere, stuffing it with poly bags filled with water, a high-waisted corset with 8 suspenders small sized pantie girdle to keep my penis controlled, black seamed stockings, 6” high heeled black patent stilettos, a scoop necked white sweater which allowed my bra straps to show, black satin underskirt and a black satin full skirt and a pair of black satin elbow length gloves (purchased from a wedding gown shop). As you can see I am a lover of satin as well. Of course a wig as well, shoulder length and black. After making up as best as I could at the time, I dressed. I had pre-cut a few lengths of rope and bought a wide dog collar to go around my neck and sponge ball (to put in my mouth to stop drooling when gagged). I first tied my nylon clad ankles to the legs of the chair, tying them off the ground to the rungs. A leather strap was buckled over my thighs holding me tight to the chair. Then buckling the collar around my neck with two lengths of rope hanging down my back towards my wrists. I firstly stuffed the sponge into my mouth, then with a black satin scarf which I had tied a knot in, I tied it into my mouth securely gagging me and knotting it under my wig. At the end of the ropes hanging down I had made two loops, loose enough slip off when I wanted to escape. Slipping my hands into them I was now effectively helpless. I had been sat there for a hour or so doing the usual wriggling and ‘mmmphinng’ getting my self worked up, watching a bondage video that a cd I was in contact with sent to me, when to my horror, I heard our front door open and the voices of my wife and her friends laughing and giggling. Apparently, they had received a call on the way down to Devon that the hotel had developed a fire and everything was cancelled, so had returned home. I panicked. But as I tried to release myself the loops tightened and I couldn’t get the ropes off, so I was now actually helpless. I struggled and wriggled, but in vain. My wife called out for me, but being gagged I couldn’t answer. Eventually, I heard her coming up the stairs and into the room. I was terrified. She had a look of horror on her face. I think she thought first of all I had k**napped a woman. She then realised it was me. I sat there helpless as she walked around me with a look of thunder, I was so embarrassed. ‘What the hell are you doing, and what are you watching’ she asked. No point in trying to speak I had gagged myself too well. She turned the PC off and eventually decided to untie the gag, pulling it out of my mouth she had to hook the sponge out as I couldn’t spit it out myself. ‘What are you gay? and why are you gagged’ she said. I tried to explain about my crossdressing and fetish, but she’d had enough, and before I got any chance to explain, she pulled the satin scarf back into my mouth forcing the knot back into my mouth this time without the sponge. ‘I shall sort you out later’ she said angrily then going behind my back saw my wrists behind my back were a bit loosely tied, so she tied my wrists tighter so I was now even more helpless. She stormed off downstairs to her friends. I thought she was going to bring them up, but after about another hour after they had left, she returned to me. She strolled around me, looking at what I was wearing. She hooked her fingers into my bra straps, letting them snap back into place, then lifted my skirt and looked at my pantied penis, then flicking the suspenders of the corset. She removed the gag again, more angry that I had spoilt one of her satin scarves. Still bound, I tried to explain, so she untied me. I stood up stiff from the bondage, then she told me to undress, humiliating me as I undressed in front of her while trying to explain. I was so embarrassed. Then next day I was then made to destroy all my outfits which had cost me quite a bit. And that was it for a while. She asked a few times, did I want to dress again. I admitted it, as I wanted to explore my feminine self again but she just got mad again. A few months later, to my total shock, she said she had met a woman, Sandra, and in desperation had explained her situation. Sandra calmed her down and explained it did happen to men and showed her a few web sites of cd’s and their wives who had accepted it. Then one evening while watching TV, she suddenly said if I wanted to dress as a woman I was to dress as she wanted. I wouldn’t be allowed sexy lingerie, I would have to act my age and wear girdles, corsets and long line brassieres. I think this was to try to stop me dressing. But as far as I was concerned, I wanted to dress so I was quite happy to wear such garments. So that’s where I am at the moment. Sandra who I mentioned is now my wife’s partner (who is now my Mistress) came on the scene after my wife’s confessions, she runs a charity shop where I now get some of my foundation garments from. My situation has now changed. Sandra and my wife sat down with me (dressed at the time) and gave me an option, retire and work as their maid or my wife would take divorce proceedings. I would earn my keep by being a maid from now on. Sandra told my wife she has contacts that would pay for a cd maid. Sandra now lives with us and governs everything I do. When they go out, I am invariable left shackled, not tightly, just to stop me going out and stop me undressing, and recently, she found out I had been talking to some male friends, so have been forced to wear gags, usually bit gags, to stop me chatting to my friends but safe enough to leave in all day. Our telephone number has now been changed and we have moved out of town. All humiliating, but I now have accept it so I can dress. My sexual needs are ignored and my penis being controlled with a chastity device. Lately, due to my penis getting smaller through lack of usage, my sexual activity has dropped and the device removed, so Sandra has decided to ensure I keep my sexual feelings via a prostrate massager. I am still only allowed to wear retro corsetry, long lines and girdles and corsets, usually in satin and lace-up types. I go out as Gina, but only with them, not on my own. Dressed, heavily made up and corsetted, I am fairly passable shape wise, but the voice is still a problem, but I love going out dressed, the feeling of tight skirts and heels with the new silicone breasts Sandra bought me bouncing in the bra, that is such a sexy feeling. As the maid, I wear various maids outfits, french maid satin dresses, in black, pink and purple which I love, but stood in front of my wife in them I still get embarrassed. Other clothing I have bought vary from blouses, to sweaters and skirts, always with high heels. If I go out with them they are invariably 3” so not too bad to walk in, but as their maid or the clients maid, I have to wear very high heels and the shoes are the lock-on type. I have been taught feminine poise, curtseying, walking on heels, hand movements, getting in and out of a car and that sort of thing. I think now I would find it very hard to go back to my previous masculine attitudes. Sandra has now developed a good regular client list and I am hired on a regular basis. Situations can be very humiliating, one woman client always has me dressed as the maid standing in the corner of the room while she has sex with her husband he ties and gags me to watch. This of course is all chargeable. I usually wear Dr Whites pads which are fitted to keep a Tampon in and to stop any entry if hired out.
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