My Day Out In London free porn video
The following is a description of my day out in London on Monday 29
March 2011. Everything here really happened, I have made nothing up.
For those of you waiting for further instalments to my stories, please
be patient, I am working on them. Thank you to all of you who have left
feedback to those stories.
I have a blog, thefeminme.blogspot.com. I plan to post some of the
photographs that I took on Monday.
Thank you,
Sissy Graham.
I went in to London catching the 06:48 train. I was wearing a Tena
Ladies brief under an incontinence diaper which in turn was covered by
a pair of pink, transparent, plastic panties. I had cut through the
waterproof base of the Tena pants so that once they had reached their
capacity the underlying diaper would start to absorb the excess as it
leaked through.
The plan was that once I'd done my morning ablutions that would be the
last time I used the toilet that day, I would have to hope that my
diapers were enough.
Over the plastic pants I wore a white thong with an elaborately
embroidered back. I made sure to pull it up high at the back. Over all
this I wore a pair of women's boycut jeans.
I wore a pair of trainers but in my bag I had a pair of women's ankle
boots with a two inch heel.
Under my t-shirt I wore a black camisole.
Walking with the bulky feel of diapers between my legs is a feeling I
really do enjoy. It's hard to ignore and serves as a constant reminder
of what I am wearing.
Once in London Waterloo I crossed the Thames to Embankment station.
Once across the Thames I went to a nearby park where I changed my
trainers for the boots. It was 08:06.
I loosened the belt so that the jeans would hang a little lower, but
looking in some shop windows as I walked past them I saw that the heel
was almost completely exposed as I lifted each foot to step forward.
This meant that anyone viewing me from the side, for example, people
sitting in cars as I crossed the road in front of them, could,
potentially, see them. At this stage I was a little nervous and in some
ways a bit disgusted at what I, a grown male, was doing, and I did
consider taking them off.
London, at that time of morning was pretty empty except for the people
all heading for work. As I walked my boots made that distinctive clip
clop sound that wooden heels make as they hit the ground. Then of
course there was that double clop when the heel dragged against an
unexpected higher part of pavement. I started getting into the spirit
of things and as I walked I listened out for other women's shoes making
the same sounds.
I got a coffee at Embankment Station and went to Trafalgar square to
drink it. I was still conscious of the heels and didn't sit to drink
the coffee as that would definitely have exposed the lower part of the
boot to anyone approaching me. I walked around London, going in to
women's clothing stores and walking up to Transformations (the
transvestite shop) near Euston station.
I also made sure to drink plenty as I was eager to use my diaper. All
the drinking paid off and the time came to use it. I was in New Look at
the time, looking at their sale rack. I let a little urine out and felt
it quickly disappear into the waiting diaper. For the next few minutes
as I walked round the store I'd stop at racks of clothing and let
little amounts of urine out. Finally it reached the point where I could
feel the bulk between my legs expanding as the liquid was absorbed. I
stopped peeing and went to get more to drink because I wanted to hold
everything in until I was bursting to go.
The boots were really starting to hurt by now and after ignoring the
pain, which only got worse, for about an hour I admitted defeat and
took them off. That was at 11:36. I had worn them for three hours.
I went in to Soho and visited the sex shops. I bought a vibrating butt
plug for myself, an imitation cock vibrator for my partner (and who
knows, for me too?) and a beginners strap on kit. I suspect that the
strap on will be a waste of money as I can't see my partner wanting to
use it on me, but what the hell, I'll give it to her and see what
happens.
One sex shop had booths where you could watch porn. I went in and,
after much struggling I managed to work out how to select a movie. The
selected movie played for about twenty seconds before stopping ... and
that was after I put in ?2 !!!
By now I was dying to pee and the time that I enjoy had finally come.
In order to get the pee into the diaper I have to pack myself pointing
down, which is fine as long as you don't start getting an erection :-)
As I pee I can feel the urine pushing its way through my penis as a
type of vibration. It's quite an erotic feeling. Then I feel the warmth
spread as the liquid hits the diaper and spreads before being absorbed.
I let the urine out in small spurts because I have found that if you
let it all out at once the diaper struggles to absorb it all and you
end up with a lot of pee sloshing around between the diaper and the
plastic pants, and inevitably that extra urine works it's way out of
the plastic pants at the top of your legs and starts to soak your
jeans. There's a double pleasure to doing the small spurt approach. The
first is that it extends the fun and the second is that once I've
stopped the spurt I do another squeeze and can feel another small
amount leak out, almost like I'm wringing the excess out my penis.
Peeing gets better as your diaper get's fuller. First you have that
incredibly feeling of the bulk between your legs expanding and starting
to hand lower. This bulk is firmer than a clean diaper and it is really
erotic to stand with your legs slightly apart as you pee to let the
bulk build up and then squeeze your legs together. Depending on how
full your diaper is you'll sometimes feel urine being squeezed out as
you squeeze.
Also, as the diaper becomes fuller, it takes longer for the urine to
get absorbed. So, as you'd expect, the area closest to where your penis
ends gets full first and it starts spreading out from there. So each
new leak of pee flows around a bit before being absorbed and I get the
pleasure of the vibration as it flows through my penis and feeling the
liquid run between my legs as it finds somewhere to get absorbed.
I was crossing the Thames and stopped, pretending to look at the sights
and passing boats. I leant against the railing and spread my legs
slightly, and then, with a far away look in my eyes, oblivious to
everything around me, I started filling the diaper. The bulk between my
legs filled out and I had the excitement of feeling the liquid leave my
body and soak into the diaper. After about ten minutes I decided that
I'd probably filled the diaper as much as I dared.
Having been standing there with my legs apart I now had that exciting
moment of finding out if I'd overdone it. A diaper will absorb more
than it can actually hold if it is left still. If you lay a diaper on
the floor and pour liquid on it, it will bloat up and absorb everything
and all will appear to be well, but there is a point where the gel has
absorbed all it can and liquid just pools between the gel pills or
whatever they're called. A diaper in this state will look fine as it
lays on the floor, but if you pick it up you'll get small rivulets of
liquid pouring out the diaper and if you squeeze it you'll get even
more.
So, having stood, legs slightly apart, slowly peeing into the diaper
for the past ten minutes, had I filled the diaper to that stage where,
when I squeezed my legs together I'd squeeze a load of pee out to pool
in the gusset of the plastic pants. And inevitable, any liquid pooled
in the gusset starts to leak out at the leg openings leaving those
distinctive dark, wet, semi circles at the top of each leg in the inner
legs but also extending out a bit across the back of your bum.
I squeezed my legs together and was excited as I felt the resistance of
the gel as I did do, I felt it move, finding somewhere else to go as it
was squeezed. I carried on walking across the Thames revelling at the
bulk and weight of the diaper as I did so.
I stopped in the park next to the London eye and sat down. I took some
sneaky pics of my jeans between my legs on my camera to see if I was
leaking ... I wasn't.
When you use a diaper there is quite a lot of it that is wasted. When I
put a diaper on and pack myself pointing down and back and then pee, it
means that, naturally, the liquid flows down and back and so the top
front of my diaper doesn't get used. Also, thanks to gravity, the pee
doesn't flow all the way up the back of a diaper, so again, there's a
lot of wasted gel left there.
So once in the park I lay down as if to suntan (the weather was good),
pulled my feet in towards my bum so that my knees were raised, and,
you've guessed it, I opened my legs slightly. I reached under my back
and pushed the diapers down a bit towards my feet so that there was a
bit of a gap between the diaper and the buttocks. And then I closed my
eyes and let my pee out in spurts. I savoured the vibration as it
flowed out of me and then the feeling as the liquid ran down my ass,
and pooled at the point where my body pressed down on the diaper before
being slowly absorbed.
When like this I actually let the spurts be longer because I really do
like the feeling of the liquid running down the crack of my ass and
pooling before being absorbed. Also, as I'd just started on this area
of the diaper I knew it would absorb quite a lot.
I savoured the feeling, the sun shining down on me, people all around
and me peeing my diaper. How fantastic!
I sat up and was rewarded by the feeling of the extra bulk that I was
sitting on. I wriggled my ass feeling the gel move beneath me. I set my
camera up to delay for ten seconds and then lay down again so that I
could get a photo of my jeans between my legs to see if the new pee had
leaked ... again it hadn't.
By now I was feeling really sissyish and decided to up the ante. I'd
been watching two women drinking a bottle of wine quite nearby. They
were wearing wet look leggings. I have a thing for wet look lycra. The
feel of it, the smell of it, the look of it ... mmmmmmmm, yes. I once
ate my partner out through the gusset of a wet look swimsuit that she'd
just bought. It had that new smell to it and the feel of that warm,
shiny material against my face, the smell of her hot pussy through the
material and the taste of her juices through the lycra was just so
amazingly fantastic. I have bought a number of wet look leggings and
swimsuits over the years which I often wear under my clothing. My mind
was in overdrive as I watched the two of them.
And it was then that I got the idea to let them know I was wearing
women's boots. I put the boots back on, took my camera out and
approached them. I was nervous because they had been drinking for about
an hour and they were getting all animated. I worried that they might
take my little game out of control.
I approached them.
"Hi, I wonder if you can help me, do you speak English?"
The one replied that they did speak English.
"I realise it's a bit weird but I lost a bet to my partner and have to
wear heeled boots all day. But my partner wants proof that I wore them
in public so I was wondering if you'd take a photograph of me?"
They laughed and the one took my camera. I stood a bit away from them
and raised my jeans leg to show the boot as she took the photo. They
both laughed as they saw the boots. She took the photo and returned the
camera to me, smiling.
I left them. Next I decided I should buy some knickers for myself. I
crossed back across the Thames, the bulk and weight of the full diapers
making it self felt as I walked. I wondered if it was visible but as
the jeans are fairly loose I figured probably not, but by that stage I
didn't particularly care, in fact, I think it would have excited me had
people known. I went to a womens clothing store and went downstairs
and looked at their knickers. They have a buy three ?4 knickers for ?10
deal on. I saw some pairs that I'd like to buy but I'm new to that
stores sizes having not bought from them in years. A size 12 looked a
bit small. I looked round for an assistant but couldn't find one so I
went back upstairs.
There was a young woman talking to another, both had that stores
identity badges.
The one looked at me enquiringly as I approached. I was really nervous.
"Can I ask what will probably seem like a strange question?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied, the other woman had stopped a few steps away
and was watching.
"I um, I'm not familiar with your stores sizings and if I, um, if I
... sorry this is really embarrassing."
"It's okay, ask what you want," she reassured me.
"If I wanted to buy some underwear for myself, would I want a size 12
or 14?" I asked.
She looked confused. "We can't ... we don't have underwear for me, we
only sell women's clothing," she explained.
I blushed. "That's okay, that's what I want."
Realisation dawned and she looked at my waist. "Um, Oh, I guess 12 ...
no 14 ... I don't actually know, I've never been asked that question
before." she replied.
The other woman was looking at me with slight disapproval. I didn't
want to make things uncomfortable for the assistant who was looking a
little flustered so I thanked her and headed back downstairs.
I decided that I should take the knickers off the hangers and hold them
against my hips to see if they stretched enough. I looked around to
make sure that no one was looking but it was a furtive glance and
obviously I didn't look all round. The knickers were at the bottom of
the flight of stairs. I held one pair against my hips, they seemed
okay. I was taking a second pair off the hanger when a woman started up
the stairs to go up a floor. She looked at me and smiled as she did. I
guess she must have seen me with the first pair. I held the second pair
against me and they too seemed okay. So I chose a third pair without
trying them.
I took them upstairs and couldn't see the tills so I asked the woman
I'd asked earlier and she pointed me towards them. I paid and left.
I went back to the park by the London Eye and approached two other
women with the lost be story. They took the photo, laughing as they
did.
Finally I found a woman sitting by herself and asked if she'd take a
photo. She smiled and replied that yes, she'd take it, it was the sort
of thing she enjoyed. She had me stand with the London eye behind me
and took a photo but reckoned that the sun was behind me so she
repositioned me and took another photo which she declared herself happy
with. She handed me the camera and I thanked her to which she replied,
anything for a giggle.
By now it was time to head for home so I headed back to Waterloo and
caught a train back. My ticket allowed me to stop at any station along
the route so I stopped at Basingstoke where I decided to do some panty
shopping.
I stopped at a cheap clothes store where they have quite a large panty
stock. I found a round display that had knickers for 50p. There was an
assistant tidying up the display which looked as if a crowd of bargain
craved woman had picked up and thrown down every panty on the display.
I took my time rummaging through the stock, catching the occasional
amused glance from the salesgirl, I found a pair of light blue and
white striped cotton knickers in quite a thick material with frills
across the seat. However they were a size 16, I usually take a size 12.
I asked the salesgirl, "Is there any chance you've come across a pair
like this but in a smaller size?"
She smiled and explained that they were part of a two piece pyjama set
but the top was missing so the knickers were there.
"Is there any chance that the two piece sets are still on sale?"
"No they all sold out a while ago, sorry."
"That's okay, they may be a bit too big for 50p I can't let these go,"
I replied.
She smiled and I left to pay.
Next I moved on to another womens clothing store that I really like but
there was nothing that appealed to me there so I moved on to the next
clothing store.
They had a rack of knickers on sale and I settled down to look through
them. As always I was thrilled when I knelt down to search the lower
racks how the bulk of the diaper was pulled by my jeans and a few times
I knelt to look at the lower rack while tightly pressing my legs
together at the same time.
I found three pairs of panties at ?1.50 each, they were made from a
flimsy material, had bows on each hip and embroidered slogans on the
back ('Bride to be', "Girls night out" and "Bridesmaid'). I took them
to the counter and paid for them.
The last shop I could think of going to was a womens underwear store.
The store was empty except for two sales assistants. They has a 5 for
?12 offer on and I knew I could find five pairs quite easily. They had
size small/medium/large on the first style that I found so I approached
the salesgirl holding two pairs in my hands.
"Excuse me, I know this is a strange question, but if I was buying
these for myself, would I want a medium or large?"
She didn't even blink an eye. "I'd say medium but why don't you just
hold them against yourself, or if you want you go intro the change
rooms and try them on over whatever you're wearing."
"Are you sure?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, as long as there's no customers in there then you can go in, let
me check." and she led me to the change rooms where she checked all the
cubicles before turning to me. "No one here, choose a cubicle and try
them on."
Naturally because of my bulging diaper I couldn't try them on over what
I was wearing but I held them up against myself and decided I needed
medium.
I chose 5 pairs and went to pay for them. She looked at the size.
"So medium did fit I see?"
"They did thanks."
"They look quite small by they do stretch quite a bit." she replied
stretching the material.
As she scanned the pairs she held up a pair of full briefs.
"I guess I better not wear any low cut jeans with those," I joked.
She smiled.
She wrapped them for me and put it in the bag just as she would for any
female customer.
"Thanks for not bursting out laughing," I said as I left.
"Oh, don't be silly, you'd be surprised at how many times it happens."
she replied.
By now I needed to pee again but I was worried that I would flood the
diaper. I went in to the toilets and chose a cubicle. I pulled the
diapers down. My skin was wet from a mixture of sweat after having been
trapped inside plastic under two layers of thick padding and of course
the pee. Wow, the diapers were heavy and bulky, but as I expected, the
tops of the front and back on both the inside and outside diapers had
space for more wee. So I pee'd over the parts that could still absorb
more. I ensured that they were full all over. And even though I worried
that they may now be approaching the leaking stage I decided that I had
gone the whole day just using the diapers, I was not going to fail at
the last hurdle and that I would have to arrive home in the same way I
left it ... with an empty bladder.
So I emptied my bladder and pulled the diapers back up. Pulling the
weight up was fantastic and the bulk between my legs was really good to
feel. I pulled the plastic panties up over them and then pulled my
thong and jeans up. The diapers were so full now that I had to do my
belt up at one less notch than I had had it until then. Basically they
just made a huge bubble around my bum. Walking was fantastic!! They
were so heavy and so bulky between my legs and as I walked the bulk
between my legs grew less which I knew meant that the gel was being
pushed back or forwards by the movement of my legs and that meant that
things were more noticeable in front and behind. I did a sneak feel
behind and there was no way anyone behind me would not have noticed
because the jeans suddenly folded in at the leg where the bubble of the
diaper ended.
Back on the train I sat down and it felt like I was sitting higher. My
buttocks didn't touch the seat but I felt the gel that I was sitting
on. The train was pretty empty and I had two seats to myself so I
slowly rocked side to side, back to front feeling the wonderful feeling
of the gel against my sissy ass.
I got off at my stop and walked home. I had to get the diapers off
before I got home because my partner would definitely not approve of me
doing that. It was eight PM and dark by then, so I went off into a
nearby field and quickly tore the sides and pulled them off. Gel went
everywhere from the cut I had made into the Tena pants and I think the
outer diaper was leaking gel a bit too. I threw the diapers into a
nearby rubbish bin.
The rest of the walk home was enjoyable too because without the damp
bulk of the diapers I could feel the plastic pants against my skin.
So, I had a great day humiliating myself and I came home with 12 pairs
of new panties!!!!!
I really look forward to be able to do something similar again.
Wynona
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