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A Fantasy Can Become a Nightmare
It had taken months of planning for Chris to get everything ready for the
fantasy of his life. It would something he had only dreamed of doing for
a long time. The timing had to be right and this time it was. He would
have the house to himself for a full week, and be completely undisturbed.
Chris had been into self bondage for years and cross dressing was part of
the humiliation he enjoyed forcing himself to endure. He had always been
a control freak in his life, but in his own private time, he fantasized
about him being controlled for once and for him to be humiliated into
doing things he thought were disgusting and degrading.
Through the years he had been experimenting in so many things. It all
began when he was a teenager, with no girlfriend and a lot of time on his
own. As he went through puberty, he experimented with bondage, in mild
forms in the beginning starting with simply putting elastics around his
tesicles and penis and making himself cum.
This quickly advanced into more 'self torture' as he experimented putting
objects up his ass. The scenarios always ended with his cuming.
Sometimes he would bind himself up in such a way using clamps around his
ankles and a wooden bar to join the two, keeping his legs separated.
Then he would take another round broom handle and join it to the ankle
spreader bar at one end and the other to a small clamp that was around
his dick. By using hose clamps and tightening them with his cordless
drill, the clamps could not be loosened by his fingers. He would then
put a larger hose clamp and fasten it around his neck. To this he
attached yet another broom handle from his neck back down again to his
penis. Once tightened, Chris was quite helpless. And when he chose to
throw the cordless drill out of reach was really helpless. Every move he
made, caused discomfort. There was no way he could stand up from the
floor. Every movement caused the clamp around his penis to squeeze
tighter and for the clamp around his neck to tighten as well. He had to
be very careful, but the danger only excited him more.
He began purchasing pantyhose, and various bras and would add them to the
scenario creating quite a picture when he was bound.
Humiliation
Chris began quite a collection of womens tights, bras and panties. All
kinds of colours and textures. He never wore opaque as he wanted to make
sure they were noticed. He wanted so much to go out in public and be
dressed as a girl, but how could he do it safely?
Then the idea came to him. He would start jogging, first at night when
he couldn't be noticed as much. He bought a very pretty jogging top with
a hood (soft pink) and a matching pair of pink shorts. Below this, he
would put on a bra (stuffed with Kleenex), a pair of panties and perhaps
a black pair of tights and running shoes.
He would drive his car to a nearby town and drive first to the outskirts
where he would get out and place his second set of keys in a ditch close
to a speed limit sign or something. Then he would drive to a parking lot
about 2 miles away. Once in the parking lot, Chris would change into his
new outfit. It wasn't easy putting on everything in the car, but the
reclining seat made it easier. Once all dressed he would look around an
make sure nobody was near, then he would leave the keys in the ignition,
get out of the car quickly and close the door, locking himself out. Now
he had given himself only two choices as he stood there in the tights,
and pink top. He could break a side window and get back into the car OR
he could run the 2 miles to the second set of keys and then return.
Of course the second option of running meant he had to jog through the
town dressed as a girl and risked being discovered. By pulling the top
over his head, Chris looked female dressed as he was. He would run and
nobody hardly noticed. Occasionally a guy would give him a second look
but Chris would always make sure he had his hand over his face to
disguise his true sex. He knew he could never explain to anyone why he
would dress this way while being a man. When you run down a street in
bright red tights what possible excuse could you give. Of course this
just excited Chris even further.
These jogs went on for years. Chris actually was getting into pretty
good shape and could now run almost 5 miles non stop. He began taking
more chances every week to increase the danger. Sometimes he would not
even wear the shorts, only a pair of pantyhose and panties under the top.
The top would reach just below his waist, but you could still see his
bum. What woman would ever dress like that in public?
Going to the Store
One night after his jog, he put his sweat pants back on and went into a
store to buy something. He still had the feminine top on, but this time
it was powder blue and could be taken either way. He sized up the
cashier who barely took notice, he bought something inexpensive and left.
A few weeks later, he bought a matching top and pants (powder blue again
and quite pretty). Then after jogging again he put on the new pants. He
still had his white tights on and made sure that you could just see them
over his ankles. No socks. Into the store he went, this time a small
lineup which really got the adrenalin going. He knew he was wearing
almost a complete female outfit except for the shoes and yet nobody
seemed to notice. He kept looking at his nylon clad ankles but nobody
else was. Still it was exciting for him and he knew he had to do it
again.
Stopping at the store every night after jogging became a nightly routine.
Every week he would now make a regular end to his jog by going into the
store. It was always after midnight so there were rarely any customers
and only the cashier on duty.
Up to this point he had only been going inside with a sweat top that
could be worn by either sex and sweat pants. Other than the top he
looked fairly normal.
Then one night he got his courage up and this time decided not to pull
his sweat pants over his black tights, exposing his legs and a pair of
very pretty black shorts. Entering the store he made sure there were no
customers. His adrenalin was rushing as he went inside to the brightly
lit store. Quickly he grabbed a soda from the fridge and went up to the
cashier who really wasn't even paying attention. Standing on the other
side of the counter he knew the clerk could not see his legs, still his
heart pumped. He left without incident.
The next time he went he put on a pair of light grey pantyhose under his
silk shorts and this time he wore pink shorts just to make sure there was
no doubt that he was a man in woman's clothing. He had to force himself
to go into the store this way, holding his breath he entered and again
went up to the clerk (a Pakistani male) to pay for the goods.
This time to his horror the clerk asked him 'why are you wearing woman's
socks?'. He had rehearsed his response to such a question a million
times. He felt the blood rushing to his head. He responded that the
pantyhose kept his legs warm and it was very cold. He had never been so
embarrassed in all his life and left the store very quickly.
The next few times with the same clerk, he intentionally toned down his
clothing, going back to just the feminine top with sweat pants.
After a couple of more weeks he had built his nerve up again. He wanted
to feel the humiliation again, he had no idea why, but he wanted to. He
decided this time he would go into the store 100% femme. He had even
bought a pair of pink accented running shoes for the occasion, and along
with the silky pink shorts, black tights and a new pink top he entered
the store. There were no customers. He went to a far aisle to get a
coke but then suddenly the front door opened and 3 guys entered, who were
quite loud and probably had been drinking. The store was large enough
that he thought he could avoid them. As they came closer he realized he
would have no choice but to walk past them.
He headed to the front door. 'What the fuck?' said one as he passed but
before the men could get together he was out the front door and into his
car, locking the doors. He was breathing so heavy he thought he might
have a heart attack.
This was the last time he ever got the nerve to go inside that store
again.
Still the feelings wouldn't stop. He continued jogging, each time
wearing a more outrageous and visible outfit. One day he would wear pink
tights, the next red tights and the next purple tights. He wanted to
make sure he was noticed. He always wore the pink silk shorts now. He
added a bra and panties underneath and filled up small balloons to give
him a chest. Another visible sign that he was a woman, but he wasn't.
He would run with the hood up and would wear a ball cap too, to help
conceal the fact he was a he, but the excitement was always in the risk
factor, the risk at getting caught and having to explain.
Occasionally he would stop once a month at a farm where they distributed
large bags of dog food. He had a dog. He felt the urge again to take a
chance. This time he wore brown tights but only a dark blue pair of
shorts and top. He entered the barn to order the bag of food, adrenalin
pumping again. The young man looked at him but didn't seem to care and
even offered to carry the bag of food to his car. Chris was surprised at
the lack of reaction, after all he was a man wearing tights, this was
hardly normal or was it?
Then he began jogging with textured tights drawing even more attention or
so he thought, sometimes now he would even only wear a thong over the
tights and no shorts at all. He would look at himself in the car mirror
and see that his bum was barely visible under the long sweat top but
still if you really looked you would have no trouble seeing what he was
wearing.
He would extend his jogs, making the chance of being discovered greater
and now he was running in the daytime too, no place to hide now. He
wondered what he would do if he were ever caught? A few times cars would
stop to ask directions and really look at him strange. Once two women
stopped and saw what he was wearing. The one woman looked at the other
and said 'he's wearing pantyhose', and quickly locked their doors and
drove off!
Of course this only excited Chris even more. He decided that he should
shave his legs which he did that night. Now he would be able to wear
sheer opaque pantyhose if he wanted instead of the heavier tights that
would conceal the hair.
He never wore socks either so it was easy for people to see he was
wearing either pantyhose or tights.
A couple of times, other people had pulled to the side of the road to
speak with him, normally for directions. This of course was extremely
awkward for him. Trying to hide his legs was not easy and he dreaded the
thought of them saying something to him about them.
The risk factor one day would hit him full tilt. He was running down a
main road outside of town, a frequently traveled road but one where there
were few homes. On this occasion he wore a pink top, pink silk shorts,
and bright turquoise tight along with leg warmers. He also put on a bra
and made sure he had lots of padding in it.
As he ran, a small Honda with two men drove by him slowly and looked at
him. It continued to slow and then pulled to the side of the road about
a half mile down the road. Chris began panicking. Then suddenly the car
made a u turn. Chris turned quickly and ran as fast as he could.
Luckily he had just passed a small side road. He turned on the side road
and jumped into the long grass that ran along side it. He lay down,
hidden, shaking.
The car pulled up the road to, and he could hear it stop just a short
ways away. He heard the car doors open and two guys speaking. What was
he going to do if they found him? He lay still and waited. In about 5
minutes they got back into the car and drove off.
To be certain Chris layed in the grass for at least another 15 minutes.
He took his bra and tights off but still had to leave his pink top and
shorts on. He still had to run back to his car which was at least a mile
away. Chris began running, praying the men were not waiting for him.
They weren't. Chris had never been so scared before.
One day Chris was running in ultra femme wear. He wore a really pretty
pink top with hood, a pair of silk pink shorts with white stripes on
them, bra, panties, bright blue tights and black leg warmers. As he was
running a car coming the opposite way seemed to be slowing down. His
back was to the car, he looked to his right and saw a red light on the
fender of the car, and he knew immediately it was a police car! A voice
spoke out to him, "I like your outfit". He didn't dare look at the cop,
instead he put his hand over his face partially blocking it. He waved to
the cop acknowledging the compliment and prayed he would leave. The cop
drove off. Chris was really shaken, what if the cop had stopped him and
questioned him. What if he had taken him to the station all dressed in
femme? What if the cop got so mad, he might have made Chris do the
unthinkable, give him a blow job? Chris had to be more careful, but he
couldn't stop himself.
Bondage Experiments
Chris had always been interested in self bondage. He just loved being
rendered helpless. He began just using handcuffs but soon had made his
own spreader bar to put between his ankles.
Sometimes he would go to a conservation area, and walk back into the
woods off the beaten path, and experiment with the things in his little
bag he would carry. He would always begin by putting on his bra,panties,
and always pantyhose or tights.
Then he would attach hose clamps to each of his ankles and join them with
a wooden spreader bar that he had made. He would attach another hose
clamp around his neck and would join that to the one between his ankles.
He made sure to always put a small clamp around his penis and to make
sure it was tight. Using elastics, he would separate his balls to. Once
he had himself completely bound up, he would throw the screw driver he
used to tighten the hose clamps. There was no way he could loosen them
with his fingers, he had to have the screw driver.
It was very difficult for him to get to his feet with the spreader bar
between his legs and every move he made seemed to tighten the clamp
around his neck. This excited him more. He knew he had to move very
slowly, he could easily strangle himself. He could only move by inches
once he got on his feet so getting to the screw driver that lay a long
throw away was quite a chore. Still of course he struggled until he got
it and was able to once again release himself.
Of course there was always the fear of someone in the park wandering off
the trail and finding him. He decided he had to make it a little more
challenging.
The next time he went to the park he added a few items. He had been able
to purchase some small bells that were really meant as ornaments but they
would serve the purpose. He attached them to the clamp around his neck
and every time he would move, the bells would ring.
This time he added a third bar to go from between his ankles to his penis
and from his penis to his neck. Once fastened he could hardly move.
He put gum in this ears and pressed it in tightly to stop his hearing and
finally he put a pair of panties into his mouth. The rest of the bondage
was already done. Now all he needed to do was to use the duct tape to
put around his mouth and ears.
Almost finished, he took a small envelope and taped it to his chest where
it was very visible. On the outside it read, "Don't Do Anything Until
You Read The Letter Inside".
This time he had walked a good 2 miles into the forested area. There was
a small pond next to where he lay. He took a deep breath, and threw the
screw driver into the pond!
Of course there was a second screw driver, but it was sitting under his
car next to to the front tire! He was now 2 miles away from it and in
thick underbrush and could barely move. He began to shake. He couldn't
hear anything, he couldn't call for help. He could see but soon it would
be dark. He knew the way back to the car but the dense underbrush would
get caught up with his ankle spreader for sure.
Part III
The last thing Chris had done was to put his hands behind his back and
attach the handcuffs. Again the keys were by the car. He really had
done it this time. He crawled over to a tree and pushed up against it as
hard as he could to try and stand up. It was almost impossible, but he
did it.
He stood there for a second, catching his breath. He tried to hear but
couldn't hear a thing. He was so disoriented. He wouldn't even be able
to yell for help thank to the gag he had put into his mouth. He looked
down.
His pink sweat top covered his bra, but he was sweating profusely
underneath it. He could feel the drips of sweat running down his belly
into his panties, and then under his black tights. He sure was a sight!
A picture of bondage there on display. Now he had to somehow get back to
the car without being seen. He stood there panting.
To walk, he was only able to put one foot out at a time, maybe a few
inches, no more and then follow with the other foot. Each time he took a
step, he felt the clamp squeeze on his dick, and also felt the clamp on
his neck tighten, reminding him of his predicament.
He now regretted doing all this, but it was too late. He had left
himself no choice but to try to get back to the car.
Step by step he plodded along, every minute stopping and trying to
listen.
It was getting a little darker now, Chris hadn't got too far. It was so
hard to move without causing himself pain. He swore to himself he would
never do this again. He almost fell with every movement. He was so
constricted and with his hands behind him he knew if he fell he would
land on his face and possibly break a leg, arm, nose who knows what could
happen. He had to be slow, methodical and think out every step.
He continued this way for over 2 hours. It was dark now but he could see
the clearing ahead where his car was. He continued. When he got to the
edge of the forest he tried to focus. Something wasn't right! He could
see a second vehicle and it looked like someone was inside. It was about
8.00 p.m.
He couldn't chance it. His legs and arms were now screaming to be
released. His balls felt like they were going to explode. He was still
breathing heavily with the clamp around his neck too. He knew he would
have to wait for them to leave. He tried to hide himself in the
underbush. He couldn't get comfortable. The bondage would not allow it.
He wanted to close his legs so badly, they had been apart now for hours
and were cramping, still he knew he had to wait.
Finally they left. Chris waited a few minutes then started across the
clearing to the where the car was. He knew at this point he was very
visible, even in the dark. He could never get back to the forest in time
if a car came back. His heart pounded. He pressed on, almost falling
again. Then he reached the car. The keys and the screw driver were just
next to the front wheel. He would have to lower himself to the ground and
then slide over backwards so his hands could grab them. This wasn't
easy. He slid down the side of the car until his bum finally touched.
Then over he went until finally he was able to grasp the keys. It was
very awkward but he was able to undo the cuffs. Then he reached and
quickly got the screw driver and began un doing the clamps, first his
neck clamp, then his penis clamp and finally the ankle clamps.
He jumped into the car, still in his tights and shorts and bra, panties
etc. He just sat there breathing so hard he steamed up the windows from
his body heat. Then he slowly changed and put on his male clothes again.
He sat there and said to himself that he couldn't keep doing this, but
how would he stop himself?
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