I Like Bondage
As I have shared my days always begin with a morning enema. Invariably these are received with me trussed up in one of four position on the bathroom floor. The last change was when she started using a bath stool with it adjustable legs as a new bondage position.
I had liked this because it was quick and more comfortable than many of the other bondage positions.
Yesterday things changed abrubtly. Beth came home from work and pointed up the stairs. I went directly to one of the extra bedrooms, the one that is Alice's room and contains all of my female clothes, accessories and toys. "Choose one of your favorite outfits," Beth said, then with a smirk added, "and choose well becuase you are going to be in it for a long time."
Of course that could mean anything, such as we were going somewhere with me as Alice or someone was coming here. I used to fret about what was going to happen but learned it was a waste of emotional energy. Beth knew and I did not, and that defines our relationship. It is a relationship I both value and enjoy, so I did just as told choosing my purple outfit.
Now this is more than you may want to know, but I keep about a dozen complete outfits on hangers in Alice's closet. By outfits I mean underwear and all. So as my hand ran along these, it seemed to stop at the purple outfit. This outfit was built after discovering a lavender corsolet on sale in my size. It is light weight yet has under wire cups and even a bra strap style closure band so that the bra actually works. Pulling on the corsolet, I slipped my silcone breast forms into the cups, always the first step in the transformation to Alice. Next I put on a strech a deep purple satin thong a whole set of which I purchased once I found what a nice jock strap it made. Over this came the purple microfibre tights, a material I have come to love for both its durability and softness. Finally came the second treasure in this collection, a very short mini skirt with row after row of soft ruffles. The outfit was completed with a kint jewel neckline top, open toed sandals with three inch stack heels, and some deep purple costume jewelry.
After time spent on my wig and makeup I found Alice. "Wow!" she said standing up and putting her arms out toward me, "You look really great!"
Beaming at the praise since it echoed how I felt, but that I always needed, and took hold of her hands.
What followed was a lovely evening consisting of a long drive up the river to a quiet restaurant built in a house that overlooked the river. We had been there before and found that the food was not only good, but that the deck was especially lovely and very dim. We spent two hours out there enjoying the cool summer evening, the view, and endless sexual taunts.
Beth had me drive home so she could tease me, which for her meant trying to bring me off while I was trying to drive. She is very skilled at this since bringing me to the edge but not allowing me to ******* is one of her finely honed skills.
One very randy crossdresser followed his wife into the house with great anticipation. Once inside she spun on me. "Think you are going to get lucky tongiht?" she challenged.
"I already have, I am with you." I said with some honesty.
She purred at that and carressed my cheek, "For that you will get lucky." Taking a half step back she pointed to the floor in front of her and I dropped to my knees. As I watched she slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing that she was compeley nude under the dress. "Perhaps if you were to bring me to several shuddering ********, I might want to help you have the same."
This continued until at last I was allowed to have intercourse with her. After that she said it was time to go to bed, and told me that she was going to sleep in the nude while I was to go to bed fully dressed.
So I slept next to this sexy, nude woman who still reaked of the delicious sex we had enjoyed while I was still completely dressed even to wearing my heels.
It was not the best night's rest.
I awoke to see a chain dangling in front of the window of our bedroom. This window has a vaulted top with a ceilind section to match. Three hooks were in the opening, used during the winter for plants. Not this AM. For on one chain hung the enema bag already glisteningly bloated, the long green enema tip hung close to the bag.
"Stand with your back tot he chain," was all Beth said and I did what I always do, I did as told.
With the chain against my back she bound me, tying a long rope above and below my padded bra, criss crossed over my shoulders around my neck and across my back. The ends of this rope were pulled back around to my front at my waist line. Here she told me to pull down my underwear just enough that my butt was uncovered. As soon as I did she wrapped the rope seceral times around the base of my ****, pulling the ends and tying them behind my back.
The effect of all this was to put coils of rope about parts of my body but did nothing to hinder my movement. That came next. Betls were fastened tightly around my legs above and below my knees and two more went about my ankles and over the insteps of my heels. This pinned my legs together from toes to thighs. It also affected my balance.
This she dealt with next fashioning a rope sling from a ring she attached to the chair above my head. This sling went under my arms and connected at four points to the tight binding below my bust line. Once tightened the sling held me up, solving the balance problem of tightly bound legs.
Then came the enema, and it came very fast. Everything I had read about enemas - and Beth required I become an expert on the subject - said you should not take an enema standing up because there is no reason to make water try to flow up-hill. Well this enema had not problem doing that as I could feel my belly sweel against the elastic waist band of my ruffled skirt.
Just then I caught sight of my refleciton in one of the mirrors. The skirt was just long enough that it covered where my underwear was pulled down. I looked fully dressed, like I had been pulled in off the street and tied here. The image aroused me and I began struggling in my bonds as if that girl wanted to get loose.
"Something wrong, honey?" Beth asked with uncharacteristic concern.
I shook my head and nodded toward the mirror. "That girl in the mirror looked so innocent, I decided that she would be struggling to escape."
Her hand reached under my skirt and found my penis, already hard despite the tight ropes, "Wonder what that girl in the mirror would do if her captor started taking sexual advantage of her?"
"Probably resist with all her very limited ability until the sex flipped her over to lust."
"Sounds like a plan," Beth smiled and started pumping me hard.
[From my blog]
I had liked this because it was quick and more comfortable than many of the other bondage positions.
Yesterday things changed abrubtly. Beth came home from work and pointed up the stairs. I went directly to one of the extra bedrooms, the one that is Alice's room and contains all of my female clothes, accessories and toys. "Choose one of your favorite outfits," Beth said, then with a smirk added, "and choose well becuase you are going to be in it for a long time."
Of course that could mean anything, such as we were going somewhere with me as Alice or someone was coming here. I used to fret about what was going to happen but learned it was a waste of emotional energy. Beth knew and I did not, and that defines our relationship. It is a relationship I both value and enjoy, so I did just as told choosing my purple outfit.
Now this is more than you may want to know, but I keep about a dozen complete outfits on hangers in Alice's closet. By outfits I mean underwear and all. So as my hand ran along these, it seemed to stop at the purple outfit. This outfit was built after discovering a lavender corsolet on sale in my size. It is light weight yet has under wire cups and even a bra strap style closure band so that the bra actually works. Pulling on the corsolet, I slipped my silcone breast forms into the cups, always the first step in the transformation to Alice. Next I put on a strech a deep purple satin thong a whole set of which I purchased once I found what a nice jock strap it made. Over this came the purple microfibre tights, a material I have come to love for both its durability and softness. Finally came the second treasure in this collection, a very short mini skirt with row after row of soft ruffles. The outfit was completed with a kint jewel neckline top, open toed sandals with three inch stack heels, and some deep purple costume jewelry.
After time spent on my wig and makeup I found Alice. "Wow!" she said standing up and putting her arms out toward me, "You look really great!"
Beaming at the praise since it echoed how I felt, but that I always needed, and took hold of her hands.
What followed was a lovely evening consisting of a long drive up the river to a quiet restaurant built in a house that overlooked the river. We had been there before and found that the food was not only good, but that the deck was especially lovely and very dim. We spent two hours out there enjoying the cool summer evening, the view, and endless sexual taunts.
Beth had me drive home so she could tease me, which for her meant trying to bring me off while I was trying to drive. She is very skilled at this since bringing me to the edge but not allowing me to ******* is one of her finely honed skills.
One very randy crossdresser followed his wife into the house with great anticipation. Once inside she spun on me. "Think you are going to get lucky tongiht?" she challenged.
"I already have, I am with you." I said with some honesty.
She purred at that and carressed my cheek, "For that you will get lucky." Taking a half step back she pointed to the floor in front of her and I dropped to my knees. As I watched she slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing that she was compeley nude under the dress. "Perhaps if you were to bring me to several shuddering ********, I might want to help you have the same."
This continued until at last I was allowed to have intercourse with her. After that she said it was time to go to bed, and told me that she was going to sleep in the nude while I was to go to bed fully dressed.
So I slept next to this sexy, nude woman who still reaked of the delicious sex we had enjoyed while I was still completely dressed even to wearing my heels.
It was not the best night's rest.
I awoke to see a chain dangling in front of the window of our bedroom. This window has a vaulted top with a ceilind section to match. Three hooks were in the opening, used during the winter for plants. Not this AM. For on one chain hung the enema bag already glisteningly bloated, the long green enema tip hung close to the bag.
"Stand with your back tot he chain," was all Beth said and I did what I always do, I did as told.
With the chain against my back she bound me, tying a long rope above and below my padded bra, criss crossed over my shoulders around my neck and across my back. The ends of this rope were pulled back around to my front at my waist line. Here she told me to pull down my underwear just enough that my butt was uncovered. As soon as I did she wrapped the rope seceral times around the ba
The effect of all this was to put coils of rope about parts of my body but did nothing to hinder my movement. That came next. Betls were fastened tightly around my legs above and below my knees and two more went about my ankles and over the insteps of my heels. This pinned my legs together from toes to thighs. It also affected my balance.
This she dealt with next fashioning a rope sling from a ring she attached to the chair above my head. This sling went under my arms and connected at four points to the tight binding below my bust line. Once tightened the sling held me up, solving the balance problem of tightly bound legs.
Then came the enema, and it came very fast. Everything I had read about enemas - and Beth required I become an expert on the subject - said you should not take an enema standing up because there is no reason to make water try to flow up-hill. Well this enema had not problem doing that as I could feel my belly sweel against the elastic waist band of my ruffled skirt.
Just then I caught sight of my refleciton in one of the mirrors. The skirt was just long enough that it covered where my underwear was pulled down. I looked fully dressed, like I had been pulled in off the street and tied here. The image aroused me and I began struggling in my bonds as if that girl wanted to get loose.
"Something wrong, honey?" Beth asked with uncharacteristic concern.
I shook my head and nodded toward the mirror. "That girl in the mirror looked so innocent, I decided that she would be struggling to escape."
Her hand reached under my skirt and found my penis, already hard despite the tight ropes, "Wonder what that girl in the mirror would do if her captor started taking sexual advantage of her?"
"Probably resist with all her very limited ability until the sex flipped her over to lust."
"Sounds like a plan," Beth smiled and started pumping me hard.
[From my blog]
By:
cdsubalice
Age:
51-55
,
Transgender
