Breakdown
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The Breakdown
By strangefun
I should have brought a change of clothes with me. Male clothes. Though,
on the other hand...
One night, I was mincing around the house, dressed in my usual "comfy"
home attire - red-hot bodycon sheath dress with long sleeves and high
neck, stretched over double D silicon falsies, glued to my hairless
chest. No bra, so the erect fake nipples were poking through the
stretchy ruched material, and every move made the two soft globes move
around and jiggle in the most lewd and sexy manner. Below, contours of
the tightly-laced waist corset outlined my compressed, narrow waist, and
the bottoms of attached garters, holding up the lacy tops of the sheer
black stockings, showed just under the hem of the dress that barely
reached the mid-thighs when stretched and constantly rode up when I
moved, making me constantly pull it down to keep myself covered. My
smooth legs, sheathed in the most wonderful and sexy material, stretched
down to the red-hot patent fuck-me pumps with 5-inch heel and the ankle
strap, locked with a small padlock threaded through the buckle. Wide
black scalloped belt around my narrow waist looked decorative, but it
was made out of sturdy leather and was locked through the buckle as
well, sealing me inside my outfit, and the keys to the locks were in my
mail box outside the house - I would have to go out dressed like that to
get them, but I had to wait until the late hours of the night to cross
our busy street unnoticed. Meanwhile, I was happy prancing around the
house in my high heels, swinging my huge boobs around, constantly
getting the hair of my black bob wig out of my made-up eyes and
glistening red-hot hooker lips. Heaven. The only thing the "spoiled" the
outlines of the overzealously overdressed hoooker I was ogling in the
mirror was the small bulge at my crotch, accentuated by my dress,
tightly stretched over it - a person in-the-know would recognize the
outline of a chastity cage, gripping my genitals tightly, holding my
penis down, preventing it from achieving erection, and keeping me from
cumming. I mailed myself the key from the lock over a week ago, but the
post office took its sweet time delivering the envelope. I'll just have
to wait...
Tired from standing in those sexy heels, I stopped admiring the silly
sissy in the mirror and minced to the couch. Sitting down, I moaned at
the feeling of huge, heavy stainless steel butt plug, driving itself
deep inside me with the wait of by body. I spent at least half an hour
gently inserting this huge shiny torture device inside me, and it was
there for good. Every movement I made causing it to shift my insides
with it's solid mass, especially walking - every step made it bounce up
and down , pushing on my sphincter from the inside, making me clench and
moan in tortured pleasure...
The feel of cool couch leather felt great on my naked buttocks, exposed
by the ridden-up dress - today, I wore no panties. I browsed for porn
for a while on my laptop, getting myself to the point of utter
frustration, as my clit futilely tried to expand inside its pink plastic
prison, leaving me moaning and riding the butt plug in lust and
frustration. I wanted to be fucked badly.
Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was 1 am already - late enough
for me to get the keys from the mailbox. Every time I left my house for
my short excursions, I prepared like I was leaving for a while, so I
threw my cell phone, house/car keys, the driver license, small camera
and some cash in my purse to mingle with a lipstick tube and a pack of
rubbers - I never had or seeked any encounters while cross-dressed, but
having them in my purse made me feel like a whore - put on a short shiny
patent coat that looked more like a jacket (it was drizzling outside),
and with the heart beating in my throat, opened the front door, checked
out the empty street, and stepped out into the wet, dark, scary and
exciting outside world.
Stepping outside, dressed as a horny cross-dressed sissy, had always
been the scariest and the most exciting part of my fetish. Exposing
myself to the world while wearing the slutty, extremely inappropriate
for a man (or even a woman) clothes, the humiliation of being locked
into this fuckdoll's outfit and the possibility of being discovered in
such ridiculous and vulnerable state, and may be... Just may be a chance
encounter with someone who would find this horny cross-dressed sissy
whore sexy, or at least worth fucking... And though I would never act on
those fantasies, the titillating possibility of that happening was
enough for my heart to flutter and my dickie swell uselessly inside the
hard plastic tube, to which I had no key.
In this scared and aroused state, I gingerly stepped on the walkway,
listening to the sound of my five inch spike heels on the concrete
echoing my heart beat. It was so exciting, walking outside, cool air on
my naked bottom, the hefty weight of my silicone breasts and heavy
stainless steel butt plug bouncing up and down with every step, making
me clench my hole involuntarily with every movement. It was like being
gently fucked with every step I took, and I enjoyed the feeling
immensely...
As I reached my car, parked in the driveway, a thought had hit me: why
not go for a short drive? May be to a park nearby, find a deserted
corner and take a longer walk, possibly, take some pictures... My
conscious mind told me that it would be too risky, but being denied
release for over a week, my horniness took over, trumping over the
lingering shreds of common sense. I opened the car door and carefully
lowered myself into the driver's seat, moaning, being impaled deeper on
the large metal intruder as I sat down. Oh please, fuck me...
Shaking with excitement and horniness, I drove off into the night,
enjoying the wonderful difficultness of operating the pedals in high
heels, sweet torture of sitting on a large heavy metal plug, being
constantly impaled on it and feeling every road bump and my every
movement deep inside me, my slutty attire, and the fact that I was
outside, dressed like that... I was in heaven, and I drove on and on,
wishing this ride would never end.
But it did, quiet abruptly. Suddenly, my dashboard lit up with all the
warning lights and then went dark, as the engine died. Not believing
what's happening, I used the remaining momentum to pull on the shoulder
and sat in the car stupefied. I tried to start the car - no signs of
life. I was literally in the middle of nowhere with a dead car, dressed
as a sissy whore, and, oh my god, locked in those clothes! In my horny
eagerness for a sexual adventure, I forgot to pick up the keys from the
mailbox! Right now, being completely naked was a much better situation
than being completely dressed from head to toe in what I was wearing!
And there was nothing I could use to cut the locked leather belt around
my waist or leather straps locked around my ankles!
I panicked. I swore, I cried, I cussed myself. There was no one I could
call to pick me up - I would rather die, than reveal myself in this
state to my friends, or even worse, relatives. I was way too far from
home to walk, and I would not get far on those five-inch heels, locked
on my feet. The road was empty, no houses, just a side country road. I
got out of the car and popped the hood. Shaking on my unsteady heels, I
inspected the engine in the same way that a monkey would inspect it -
randomly poking and hitting it without any hope of fixing the problem. I
was truly stuck. There was only one thing to do.
Call Triple A.
And then wait in the car until some guy with a tow truck shows up,
finding overdressed, crying, helpless sissy on an empty country road.
Well, no choice like "no choice." I calmed myself down and called AAA on
my cell phone. Luckily, the cell service was OK, so I gave them my name
and location, and settled to wait for the unavoidable embarrassment
"within an hour."
That was the longest hour of my life. I thought about undressing at
least partially, but abandoned the idea - I would not be able to remove
everything, and being dressed completely as a horny sissy seemed a
better choice that being dresses partially as a horny sissy. There was
still a hope that I would pass for a sluttily-dressed girl, but I did
not count on that. I did not remove my plug either - I had no place to
put it. With thumping heart, I sat in my dead car, impaled on a metal
pole, waiting for the inevitable unknown.
Distant headlights appeared in my rearview mirror, and I a few minutes,
a tow truck pulled over in front of me. A big, tall, rough-looking guy
in mechanic's overalls stepped out of the driver's cab and walked
towards me. Shaking, I opened the door - even car windows were not
working. "Car trouble, ma'am?" he said, running his flash light all over
my figure, lingering on my stocking-clad knees. "Don't worry, I'll take
care of you. I need to fill some paperwork; can I see your driver
license?"
With trembling hands, I opened my purse (damned condoms, of course, were
the first thing that his flashlight brightly reflected off) and handed
him my driver license, bracing for the inevitable. "Thank you, ma'am,"
he said, taking it and starting to walk towards the truck looking at the
peace of plastic, lit up bright in his hands. Than he stopped, so did my
heart. He turned around and raised his eyes and his flashlight from the
license to my scared face. "No way," he said, "really?" I hung my head.
He smirked and went back to his truck. After several excruciating
minutes he came out with a clipboard. "I need you to step out of the
car, 'ma'am'," he said, separating the last word.
I opened the door and, bathed in the light of his bright flashlight,
swung my legs out, desperately trying to hold down my short coat and
failing at it miserably. Uneasily, I stood up in my skyscraper stiletto
heels, followed by a whistle and another smirk. "Nice," he murmured,
running his flashlight up and down my long legs, clad in sheer black
stockings, "could have fooled me. Sign here, please."
I signed the papers. "You can wait in my truck while I hook up your
car." I walked towards that passenger's door. He stepped behind me.
"There is one thing-" His voice next to my ear send the shivers down my
spine. "I am taking a big risk letting a freak like you to ride with me,
so I want to protect myself. If you ride with me, you ride in these." I
turned around and saw him holding a pair of handcuffs, gleaming in the
light. In fear, I shook my head. "It's either this, or I leave you here.
No one else will come out here." With tears in my eyes, I reluctantly
nodded, and, not believing what I am doing, held my hands together in
front of me. The tow truck driver shook his head. "Behind your back. And
take the coat off, it is hot in my truck."
Shaking, I unbuttoned my shiny PVC coat and took it off, standing now in
front of him in my short red dress, covering the chastity cage bulge
with my purse. His flashlight was all over my figure. "Nice" - I heard
from behind the flashlight - "turn around, put your hand behind you." I
complied, and the cold steel of the cuffs gripped my wrists with a
ratcheting sound. He took me by the elbow and helped me to step up to
the cabin. As I climbed up, my scandalously short dress rode up,
exposing the tops of my stockings and garters, than my naked ass, but I
had no way to pull it all down. Another "nice" followed my ascent.
Rather quickly, I sat down, feeling the cool vinyl on my naked bottom,
and driving the plug deep inside me, causing me to moan involuntarily,
eliciting another smirk from the truck driver. "A vocal girl, eh? Well,
I got something for that!" He opened the glove box and pulled out a
large red ball gag! My jaw dropped, and he used the moment to shove it
into my mouth, forcing it with some difficulty past my teeth, stretching
my mouth uncomfortably wide, and buckling it very tight behind my head.
I looked at him in shock and fear and he smirked back. "Now you are even
prettier!" He took out another pair of handcuffs and cuffed my ankles
together. "Now, don't go anywhere, ma'am, I'll be back in a jiffy to
take care of you!" He closed the door and left me contemplating my
predicament, while he hooked my car to the tow truck.
I sat there, trembling, bound and gagged, in a stranger's truck, in the
middle of nowhere. I could not run, could not protect myself, could not
even pull the hem on my dress down to cover my privates - the tip of my
pink chastity cage was now showing below the dress. My hands, cuffed
behind my back, made me sit upright, thrusting my double D breasts
forward, and I had no illusions about the meaning of "take care of you."
I was scared, and the tears ran down my face, but my clit was painfully
trying to bust out of its plastic confinement. I clearly enjoyed being
scared, humiliated, bound and gagged, completely in stranger's control...
I wanted this! I just hoped it would not turn ugly...
I was lost in my thoughts when the driver door opened, making me jump
and moan in my gag. The tow truck driver climbed in, and looked me over,
smiling. "Comfy?" I just heavily breathed through my nose. "Safety
first, gotta buckle up!" He reached over me, inundating me with the
smell of his body, and stretched the seatbelt over my bound form, not
being shy about running his hands all over my curves. "What's that?" he
asked rhetorically, flipping the link plastic cage showing from under
the skirt, making me moan, "kinky! Have you been wearing this for long?"
I nodded, and he laughed. "I bet you are as horny as a bitch in heat!
What else you got down there?" He ran his hand down my butt crack and I
felt his fingers push against the base of the butt plug. "Whoa, what's
that? Let's see!" He reached down to my cuffed ankles, grabbed the short
chain, pulled them up all the way to the handle above the passenger door
and placed the chain on the hook, attached to the handle! This made my
body slide down in the seat and my ass rise up, exposing me is the most
vulnerable and embarrassing way possible. "Whoa, what do you have up
there, a trailer hitch? Hell, this is even bigger! Let's see how deep it
goes!" He grabbed the base and started to pull the plug out, ignoring my
gagged screams and cries. He did it slowly, deliberately, and it felt
like my ass was being turned inside out. Slowly, he pulled the whole
thing out and held it up, it's cone-shaped bulk glistening with the
lubricant. "Damn, this is huge! That's good, 'cause so am I!" With these
words, he started to push the plug back inside me, accompanied by my
screams, moans and cries, and his laugh and lewd comments. Finally, the
widest part stretched its way past my sphincter, which firmly closed
around the waistline of the plug. I laid there, crying and moaning, but
enjoying the feel of fullness and humiliation. "OK, off we go," said my
tormentor and drove off with my car in tow, and me, gagged and bound ass
up in the passenger side of the bench seat.
This was the most surreal, sexy and embarrassing situation I've ever
been into. I was looking up my long, shapely legs, stretched up to the
ceiling of the tow truck's cabin above me. My pink chastity cage, barely
containing my throbbing tortured sex flesh inside, jiggled right above
my face. I laid on the bench seat, my naked ass facing the driver, and
his right hand was constantly caressing, slapping and pinching my naked
butt and stocking-clad legs, pushing and pulling on the plug, making me
moan and cry into the large gag that held my mouth wide open with my
lips stretched around its firm rubber-tasting surface. The tow truck had
lousy suspension, and every bump on the road caused it to bounce up and
down, making my plug and breasts bounce and move on their own. I laid
there in sweet agony, exposed and abused, at the mercy of the stranger,
fully aware of the fact that we are driving in the wrong direction.
Kaidence
- 12.03.2021
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