Andersonville 23 A Twinkle in her Father s Eyes
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Me and My Big Fat Mouth
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Oh shit! The door opened again, and light washed down the old
wooden stairs. I hunkered down as low as I could, held my breath
and tried very, very, very hard not to move. Oh yeah, I prayed too. I
prayed, no one would see me. If anyone did - I mean anyone - I was
royally screwed. Why would I be screwed? After all, this was my
house. I was the king here. Just like Archie Bunker. My house, my
kingdom. So what was the problem? Well for starters, I was wearing
a miniskirt, hose and heels. If that's not enough, I was bound and
gagged, tied to a support beam. I had been for some time. And
apparently would be for some time to come. Me and my big, fat,
fucking mouth.
From the beginning. After all, I do have hours to kill. My name
is Phil. All right - right off the bat - I'm a pervert. I like women's
clothes. I love the feel, the look. So much I guess it was only a
matter of time before I eventually tried wearing them. At an early age
I was hooked. Panties and pantyhose under my jeans. More
elaborate costumes while home at night. Not all the time, just every
so often. I get the urge to feel soft, silky nylon caressing my legs and
ass.
I also like bondage. I love to look at pictures of women dressed
erotically while bound and gagged. So I guess it's no surprise that I
occasionally practiced self bondage. Combine the two and you've got
one of my favorite hobbies. Dressed up and tied up. Usually I'd use
handcuffs and ropes. I'd leave the keys on the other side of the
house and then crawl after them. It's fun. Not great, since I know I
could always get out - at least eventually.
Then I met Brenda! My acquaintance, then my girlfriend, and
eventually my wife. I never brought up the subject of cross dressing
or bondage with her. Maybe an occasional joke about tying her up to
make her stay put, or to gag her to keep her quiet. Eventually she
brought up the idea on her own. I was in heaven. I made some
stupid bet with her over a football game and lost. Little did I know, her
demands - I put on a bra, stockings and a garter belt. I pretended to
be clueless. I felt pretty silly, but she loved it. From then on we were
both in heaven. She bought some clothes that fit me. Some big
heels from Frederick's. And every so often, we'd play our game.
Then along came the kids, and the gear got packed away from
prying hands and eyes. The games became less and less frequent.
And the days got longer and longer as we both tried to keep up with
the never-ending energy of tikes. Once in a great while, she'd agree
to play. But she didn't seem to have the same passion as before.
Not that she didn't like it. On the other hand. Once she saw me
dressed up she wanted sex right then and there. And when Brenda
wanted sex, she really wanted sex. So we'd both have passionate
love, but it wasn't doing anything for my fetishes.
So I'd take to dressing my self up, and a little self bondage
when I could. Which wasn't often. And it was never that elaborate,
as I had to be able to get out in a hurry should something come up
unexpectedly.
Then I got a plan. I'd see to it the kids were at Grandma's on
Friday nights. Not every Friday. Just a few times a month. That way
we'd have time to go out, party, sleep late, snuggle, anything.
Eventually I could bring up the subject of bondage. But it didn't seem
to work. So one night I was fed up. I didn't confront her. I promised
myself when I we got married I would never insist she indulge me with
games. My marriage would be not be based upon her playing my
games. I decided that, with or without her, I was going to have a
good, long, hot bondage and cross dressing session.
So I planned it for the following Friday. I got the kids
arrangements done by Monday. Brenda seemed quite pleased.
Maybe she would want to play. Either way I was going through with
it. I spent a few hours on the net finding the perfect key drop method.
I tested it all week in the basement. On Tuesday I bought a pair of
handcuffs. On Wednesday I got the gear out of our private walk in
closet and took inventory. On Thursday I bought some new rope. On
Friday I took a half day off work.
Through out the week, Brenda had been playing coy. I'd tell her
she better be prepared for Friday night as I had something special
planned. And she would smile and tell me that no, she had
something planned. We teased each other all week.
So here I was, at about two thirty on Friday afternoon. She was
still at work for a few more hours. I took my time getting ready. I
showered, shaving my dick and balls in the process. The nylon
always felt better against bare skin. I took some steel rings from my
little bag of tricks. The big one first, pulling my cock and balls clear
through, making sure it was snug against my pelvis. I started to get
hard immediately, so I had to work fast to get the rest on. A smaller
one at the base of my cock. A few more along the shaft and one right
behind the head. By that time, I was fully erect - or at least as much
as possible. My cock throbbed from the effort to get larger, but the
steel held it at bay. One last ring around my balls, would ensure they
stayed put for the ride. It was painful to put in place, but it would be
worth it later on.
Next came a pair of black, spandex thong underwear. They
were male, from Frederick's, but close enough. As I slide them on,
and forced my throbbing cock in place, I started to tremble in
anticipation. I grabbed a pair of Brenda's body shaping pantyhose.
Very heavy, severe control top. And a sling panel in the back to give
my but some shape. My cock throbbed even more at the tight feeling.
Now I was shaking even more with excitement. It had indeed been
way too long since I did this. I put on a front hook bra, and stuffed it
with more pantyhose. I added a white business shirt of my own, and
an old black spandex miniskirt Brenda bought me a few years back.
Tucking the shirt in, the outfit looked like a nice, sexy office girl.
I debated on the heels, I have five inch blue ones. They didn't
match my outfit, but were nice and high. I settled for the four inch
black pumps because they did match and because they had straps
preventing me from kicking them off when I got tired. A little perfume
in the bathroom and I was ready for the basement. I grabbed my bag
of tricks and headed the down stairs. A quick stop in the kitchen for
some ice cubes and down into the basement I went on unsteady
heels.
Once down there I began sorting out my toys. First came the
keys. I took a pre-measured length of string and tied one end to the
key, the other tied off to a nail in the rafters. Then I tied the end with
the key on it around a large bolt, to make sure it weighed enough to
pull the key down - no mistakes. I'd fashioned a small shelf, about the
size of the paperback book next to the nail. On that, I placed the
coiled up string and three ice cubes to hold the string in place. When
they melted, the bolt and key would pull to coil of string off the shelf
and into my waiting hands. God was I getting horny. My cock was
screaming against the steel and nylon imprisoning it.
The basement was naturally cool, which would slow down the
melting process, but I was already sweating. I grabbed four coils of
rope, my ball gag and my handcuffs and headed over to a large,
wooden beam in the center of the floor. With trembling fingers I tied
my ankles together, looping rope in between to cinch it tight. Ah, the
joys of pantyhose bondage! The next coil went above and below my
knees, again cinched tight. My heart was pounding. I took the third
and tied my waist to the beam. I wiggled back and forth, testing the
bonds. They were strong and tight. My chest heaved in anticipation.
I decided to be safe, and not tie my chest, or secure my hands behind
the post in case I needed more wiggle room to get free. So I tossed
the fourth coil over towards my bag.
Next came the ball gag. A simple one, only two straps. But
never the less, effective. I popped it in my mouth. The problem I
have with this ball gag is the wholes aren't exactly right. One hole is
makes the gag too tight (or maybe I'm just being a wimp about it)
while the other makes it a bit too lose. Not that I can get it out, but I
can push it out of my mouth, with my tongue far enough to mumble
some words. To be at least a little comfortable, I opted for a little
loose.
I locked the cuff on my left hand, and put both hands behind my
back, though not around the pole. My heartbeat was like thunder. I
was shaking with anticipation. I always do when I'm at this point.
One click away from imprisonment. Voluntarily giving up my freedom.
I looked at my key and ice one last time. Then with a rush of
adrenaline, I locked my left hand into the cuff - and I was in bondage!
First thing I did was struggled to get free. But I couldn't. I
twisted, I turned, I pulled, I pushed. I threw my body against the
ropes. But nothing would give. My cocked throbbed in its steel and
nylon prison. I continued to struggle. I just couldn't quit. I had to fight
to prove to myself I was captive. After twenty minutes or so, I
stopped to catch my breath. I was sweating, gasping, and loving
every minute of it. My cock throbbed some more, desperate for
release and orgasm. It wanted so badly to be stroked, caressed, or
even just touched. But there was none. The control top of my
pantyhose squeezed so delightfully on my balls. Just enough for to
cause slight pain in my stomach. I hung against the rope, and leaned
on the pole.
I stood there for a while, absorbing the fact that I was stuck.
That I was staying put. I was tied up. The more the thoughts raced
through my mind, the more turned on I became. The more I needed
to get free so I could gain sexual release. This, all this, caused me to
struggle again. On and off. Off and on. This continuing cycle.
I'm not sure how long I'd been there, but I knew it must have
been a while. Suddenly I heard a car pull into the driveway. It had to
be Brenda. She'd find me, and let me go to have sex. And by now I
was ready for it. She puttered around upstairs for some time. Maybe
twenty minutes. I heard her call my name a few times. After all, my
car was here. Eventually she came down stairs. She was dressed to
kill. She wore a black slip like party dress. Black hose and black
pumps. Her face was made up nicely, and she had a half-full glass of
wine in her hand. She walked like she was feeling no pain. She
teetered over to me with a smile on her face.
"My, my, my, what do we have her. A little bondage slut." With
her free hand, she felt up my crotch. "And a horny one at that." My
whole body writhed at her touch. I pushed the ball gag out with my
tongue and tried to tell her I was ready to be untied. "You're
mumbling through your ball gag again, here let me fix it." she said
putting her drink on a work bench. I bent my head down so she could
reach the buckle. She freed the loose end, then pulled it tighter in the
roll buckle and reset the strap. The bitch actually tightened my gag.
That started me drooling.
"There, that's the way it's supposed to work. Now I can't
understand a thing you say." She said picking her wineglass up and
taking another drink. "So this is the `big surprise' you had for me, isn't
it. You get off on your bondage stuff, while I sit around and watch
you. Well, it's too bad. Because my surprise was a fancy diner and a
small surprise party for you. Several guests will be over in a couple of
hours. And here you are, so thoughtful to be already dressed up for
them." Great, I thought. I can't even enjoy a little self bondage in my
own house. "Don't look so disappointed." She smiled, giving me a
sensuous kiss on the neck. "There's plenty of time for you to have fun
and get yourself out. But just in case you can't, I better move you."
With that she set the empty glass on the bench again and
began examining my rope work. "Not bad, but I can do better." She
untied my waist, put hr arm around my shoulders and said "Jump." As
she helped me hop across the floor. I screamed like mad into my
gag, but all that came out were grunts and more drool. "No need to
thank me, just come on." I didn't really have a choice, as she moved
me forward it was either hop or fall on my face. She hopped me half
way across the basement to a corner by some boxes. She helped me
sit down. I screamed the entire time. She was moving me away from
my key. Away from my freedom. Once on the floor, she left me to get
the coil of rope I had discarded. She pushed me back against
another support post and tied my chest to it, quite tightly. I tried to
resist, but couldn't muster much. I was already exhausted.
Once secured to the post, she straddled my legs with hers and
shoved her breasts in my face. My cock tried desperately to leap free
and bury itself in her warm pussy, but again, it was restrained by the
steel rings. It positively screamed to be free. She gave me a long
wet kiss on my neck and face, and again mushed her tits in my face.
"Now you enjoy yourself, and when you're done, come on upstairs so
you can shower. I've got a million things to do before the guests
arrive." As she got up to leave, again I tried to tell her about the key.
I tried to point out that I was wearing handcuffs, not ropes. Couldn't
untie them, I needed the key. But nothing came through. She
giggled as she went up the stairs, turning off the light, leaving me in
darkness. Then the door closed and I was alone.
I struggled again, and again, and again, but could not get free. I
heard her moving around up stairs. And I waited. I heard the phone
ring and her answer it. And I waited. I heard cars come, and people
come inside. And I waited. I heard others come into the house. And
I waited. Eventually the door opened and lights came on. It was
Brenda. I screamed as load as I could. She came over to me. She
was even tipsier than before. I pleaded with my eyes. She smiled at
me.
"You're still here? I forgot all about you. The guests are asking
about you. But it looks like you want to spend the whole night down
here. Well I can't. I've got a house full of people, so it looks like your
stuck now. Can't very well come up dressed like this, now can you?" I
mumbled around my gag some more, but still she refused to remove
it. "Suit yourself. I'm gonna enjoy the party. If you change your mind,
make some noise down here and I'll bring you a set of clothes.
Otherwise I'll just make up some excuse."
Then she got up, stacked some boxes around me and said "You
know it's getting cold outside, people are going to come down here to
smoke, you better stay quiet. See you after the party lover. You'd
better be planning on putting some out tonight. You know how horny
you make me when you dress up." Another kiss and she was gone.
Just before the lights went out, I saw the key drop from its perch.
Then, darkness.
While I was down there, strapped to the wall, partially hidden by
some boxes and garbage bags of clothes, I waited. Several times
people did come down to smoke. I did my best to remain motionless.
And I sweated till they left. I prayed the party was over, but it was in
full steam. Me and my big, fat, stupid mouth. I was going to have
bondage tonight no mater what. Well I got it. Boy, did I ever get it. I
was miserable. But what could I do?
Then the lights came on again and light washed down the old wooden stairs.
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