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A Run Too Far - Part 1 free porn video
A dream too far - part 1
For years I've been a secret crossdresser. I do a lot of running and
use that as the opportunity to wear my clothing in public. As I'm into
leggings, leotards and all things lycra, running is an ideal way for
me to wear womens stuff in public. How horny I am will determine how
adventurous I get with what I wear combined with the time of day I go
running. Most of my running is done early in the morning or late at
night. The chances of being seen by people are still there but not as
great as at lunchtime for example. Obviously the later in the morning
that you go running, or earlier in the evening, the more chance you
have of being seen.
I love the thought of being seen by women while wearing womens
clothing and there are two responses that I crave, the one would be
ridicule and then quite the opposite to that would be acceptance and
the ability to have a "girls talk" about clothing. Generally though,
the hornier I am the more I crave ridicule.
One Sunday I was horny as hell and decided I'd up the ante ... alot! I
decided to drive to a car park about ten miles from my house and start
and end my run from there. By doing this I could avoid being seen by
my neighbors and so be more daring with what I wore. Also, by starting
and ending so far from my house the chances of running into someone I
knew were significantly reduced.
I put on a padded C cup bra and a pair of womens leggings and over
that I put on a swimming costume. I'd bought the costume from
SportsDirect.com one night. I'd been browsing leggings and leotards
and came across that swimsuit. It was in the childrens section but
there was a size for age 13. I figured that for ?5 it was worth the
shot. It fits me tightly, but it fits. On the front is a picture of
Elsa, it's full bottom, light blue and has frills at the top of each
leg. It is so girly! I covered the lot with a short white t-shirt. The
t-shirt would, I knew, show the leotard once I started sweating and it
got wet as a result. It was short enough that it came to just below my
hips, thereby ensuring that the frills were visible. Finally I put on
my ladies running shoes, grey with light pink inserts. With a pounding
heart and a huge erection I drove to the parking place.
As I pulled into the lot I saw a van and a car at the far end. There
were no people around that I could see and so I assumed that it was
probably dog walkers. My heart pounded a lttle extra, as it meant that
there was a chance that even though it was 06:00 on a Sunday, I would
potentially see people.
I took a few photos of myself using my cameras self timer and then
locked the car and headed off. I'd planned to run 10 miles which would
take me about an hour forty. I had my water bottle with me and was
feeling excited to be out in public dressed as I was. Naturally I was
also nervous and kept looking behind me as the route I was running was
also used by cyclists.
The run went well, I passed three people walking dogs. One of them I
approached from the front and the other two I passed from behind. The
woman I approached from the front avoided looking at me so I wasn't
concerned about her and the two that I passed from behind I didn't see
their reaction. Approaching the car I saw that the van and other car
were still there. I also couldn't help but notice the muscular guy
leaning against my car.
He watched as I approached.
"Cute outfit," he called as I got near.
I pressed the remote on my key, the car unlocked but he was leaning
against the drivers door.
"Do you mind?" I asked, indicating that I wanted to get past him.
"Not at all," he replied not moving. "Frills on a leotard, that's
cute, and the leggings show your legs off nicely. Do a twirl for me,
let me see you from behind."
My heart was racing now and I was starting to get scared. The thought
of being ridiculed by a female turned me on, but a guy was a whole
different story. I started to go round my car intending to get in from
the other side and lock him out as soon as I got in. As I started
walking round the car he suddenly lurched at me, grabbed my arm
tightly and before I could do anything roughly grabbed the keys from
my hand. Then he opened my car door, sat in the drivers seat and
rummaged around until he found my cell phone. He switched it on and
smiled when he saw I had no password.
"Mmmm, look at that, I have all your contacts." He pressed a few
buttons and then took a photo of me. "Now, let me see you from behind
or would you like me to send this photo to all your friends?"
Reluctantly I turned. He laughed. I felt like crying. This had gotten
way out of control. I heard my car start. What the fuck!?
He drove my car and parked next to the van. I walked over wondering
how I was going to get myself out of this mess. He got out my car,
locked it, put the keys in his pocket and opened the door to the van,
returning a few seconds later with a camera. The next few minutes were
the height of embarrassment as I was forced to pose for all sorts of
photos quite clearly showing what I was wearing and keeping my face
visible in all of them. My car was visible in many of them as I was
made to pose like a 70's car model draped over the bonnet. A few times
cars drove past the parking lot, my heart stopped every time but he
told me to ignore them. All the while he kept up a running commentary
about how pathetic I was.
Finally he stopped taking photos and made me stand in front of my car.
"Look, please, I haven't done anything to you. I wasn't hurting anyone
by doing what I was doing. Please just give me my phone and keys and
let me go."
"Come here," he said reaching into his pocket. Thinking that he was
reaching for his keys my hopes soared and I walked toward him. As I
got close he suddenly slapped me.
"Listen to me sissy, I am not the one who told you to go running like
a cross dressed fairy, that was you that did that. I know your type.
You get your rocks off hoping that a true female will laugh at you for
the way you're dressed. If I was a woman you'd be in heaven right now,
all your dreams come true. But I'm a male, so now you're scared. You
see sissy, I do know about 'boys', and I use the word boys lightly,
like you. Now, you do as I say and you'll probably even enjoy some of
what I get you to do, but if you don't do as I say then I assure you
that all your contacts will know about your little perversion. You'll
be the laughing stock of the neighbourhood. So, do as I say and all
will be okay. Do you understand?"
I didn't say anything. He turned his camera to me and showed me a
photo he'd taken, "I said do you understand me sissybitch?"
"I understand," I mumbled.
"Good sissy. Now, I've got facebook up here, what's your facebook
name?"
I told him.
"Very good. What's your password?"
I hesitated, he showed me the picture again. I quickly told him my
password. I heard some typing and then he grunted.
"Very good sissy. I've changed your status to 'Having a really good
run.' Oh and I've also changed your facebook password. So now you
really do need to do as I say otherwise all 257 followers of yours
will be seeing some interesting pics. Now, when you got here you took
some photos, let's take a look at those. You stay there slut."
As I stood in front of our cars another car pulled into the parking
lot. I started backing away so that I could be between my car and his
van.
"Stay there sissy. Fold your arms across your chest, after all, we
wouldn't want you hiding your pretty frills would we?"
Two women got out the car. I smiled at them nervously as they glanced
at me curiously. Finally they had their dogs out their car and on
leads and they left to walk them.
"You're so typical. All of you sissy types just love taking photos of
yourselves, look at all these outfits you've worn. I'll keep this
camera. Now listen to me, I really do need to know that you
understand. What will I do if you don't do as I say?"
"You'll post those photos on facebook and send some photos to all the
contacts on my phone. I'll be ridiculed and laughed at it will be very
humiliating for me."
"Very good sissy. Now, to prove that you really do understand, kiss my
crotch."
I realised that like it or not this was a reality. Did I really want
to risk calling his bluff? Could I risk calling his bluff? The answer,
no, I couldn't take a chance. With tears in my eyes I got to my knees
and with great reluctance placed a very light kiss on his crotch. As I
pulled my head away he grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch.
"I like to get the first kiss on film sissy. Look up at me and kiss my
crotch." I looked up to find my own camera looking down at me. Click,
click, click I heard my fate being sealed as he smiled down at me
taking photos. "Put that tongue far out and lick my crotch!" I did,
again to the accompaniement of his laughter and the sounds of a camera
shutter opening and closing.
"Now, go sit in the van."
I did as I was told. Sometime later I heard him talking to someone and
I moved further into the van hoping not to be seen. He destroyed that
plan by calling me to come join him. Reluctantly I got out the van and
approached him. He was with runner. The runner a male wearing womens
clothing, in fact he was wearing a paded bra under a pink womens
running top and a pair of knee length skeggings, a skirt, leggings
combo. He looked totally embarrassed.
"Meet Sissy Sandy, sissandy for short, he used to be known as Andy,
but that's hardly a suitable name for someone dressed as he is is it?
The whole reason that I was here this morning is because of him.
Again, I use the word him lightly, I mean look at how he's dressed, I
bet you're jealous of the way he's dressed come to think of it.
Anyway, sissandy has been my little slave for the past year or so. He
spent an enjoyable night at my house last night and I was making sure
he got his exercise before letting him go. So you are not my first
sissy although I will admit that you are the first that has just
fallen into my hands so easily. Usually it requires a lot of online
chatting and persuasion to get you types into my grasp. I currently
have 7 sissies under my control. But where are my manners? You two
have not greeted each other. Sissandy will lead, you must repeat
whatever he does."
Sissandy looked around desperately and then approached me. He stood
about a foot in front of me.
"Hello, I'm a sissy." He leant forward and gave me a peck on the lips.
I hesitated and the man reminded me about facebook.
"Hello, I'm a sissy." And I leant forward and kissed sissandy.
"In women's clothes I feel so pretty," he said as he rubbed his padded
bra.
I did the same rubbing my flat chest.
"I thought I was a man, silly, silly me!" He waved his finger in a no
no way in front of him as he frowned.
I copied him.
"I'm a panty wearing sissy with a small clitty." And he jumped up and
down, clapping his hands excitedly.
I did the same. His humiliation was evident throughout the act, his
face was blushing red, he couldn't make eye contact, and he kept
looking round nervously. I knew how he felt.
"Very good you two. Now hold hands and go stand by my van." Once
there, he continued, "Sissandy knows this already. You will refer to
me as Master Sir. You will answer every sentence you speak to me with
those words. You will refer to yourself as this pathetic sissy. You
will only ever answer in the positive should I ask you a question. You
will do as I say regardless of how embarrassed you may feel. Do you
understand me?"
Realising that this was not some horrible dream I paused. Sissandy
squeezed my hand. "Yes, this pathetic sissy understands, Master Sir."
Master Sir smiled happily.
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I hope that you enjoyed this story. Photos of the outfit described in
this story are at mygirlyplayspace.blogspot.com. Feel free to email me
at curt_seygurl yahoo.co.uk if you want to share experiences.
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