Dressed Up, Tied Up, GaggedBondage and crossdressing are of equal importance to me and have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. A good friend recently asked me what goes through my mind when I'm 'sensually and consensually trussed up'. Well, here goes with a bit of my early history thrown in for good measure.
As a young boy, my earliest recollection of seeing a bound and gagged female was on the television and this had a profound effect on me. I just wanted to be that female and feel totally helpless. I loved the sight of the white over-the-mouth gag with which the kidnapped heroin was muzzled and the mewing sounds it produced. That lovely damsel in distress seemed to be the centre of attention from everybody including the villain, the hero, and of course me.
As a youngster I was usually the one to be tied up when playing cowboys and indians. Some girl cousins and I occasionally played tie-up games and I was hogtied once at a party. On this occasion I wanted to be gagged but was too shy to ask. However during these childhood games I felt a nice warm feeling inside me and never wanted to be released. Later at school I had a good friend who tied me up a few times.
As I grew older and my crossdressing became such an important part of my life I met others with similar interests including bondage. It is surprising just how many cross-dressers there are who like to be tied up. Since those early days I have been tied up many times, at parties, in dungeon scenarios, in all manner of contraptions and often breaking all the rules by being left alone. It is sad but it does seem much easier for a transvestite like me to find a bondage partner because of my crossdressing fetish than a single hetero male. Keep looking guys as there is someone out there for everyone.
Anyway, when I'm first bound and gagged it is important psychologically to know that I cannot escape so I do struggle for a while and maybe make a few gag sounds. In a straitjacket or sleepsack where I know that escape is impossible I just wriggle against the leather bindings. Sleepsack bondage is for me the ultimate thrill, as I'm earplugged, gagged and hooded and my arms are held fast by the internal sleeves.
If I am to be tied to a chair I might decide to wear a nice feminine outfit consisting of a dress or skirt and blouse or glossy mackintosh with high heels or maybe just some lingerie. Whichever outfit I choose to wear it has to be one that looks good even when swaithed in cords. The white cords and white scarves are laid out in front of me. I sit comfortably in my chair with my nylon encased legs together and my arms behind my back as instructed and see my reflection in a cheval mirror slightly to one side. Without a word being said I begin to feel the cords tightening around my wrists and a further tug as they are then secured to the back of the chair.With just a few knots I know that I am now helpless with my wrists locked in place behind me. But more is to come. I feel butterflies in my stomach and I am trembling slightly in anticipation. Next, my knees are secured and cinched and my ankles are secured and cinched and then tied to a crossmember. I feel a cord tightening between my ankles and my wrists. My upper body is next to be bound. My elbows are secured and cords are wrapped around my chest above and below my breasts and around my waist. Cords are then tied over my thighs pinning them to the seat of the chair. I know that this is as tight as I've ever been tied to a chair. I just hope that I can enjoy the experience without pins and needles or numbness spoiling it for me. I crave a gag and the total helplessness I feel when unable to utter a word. A ball gag on a leather strap is produced and secured in place over my blonde hair. One of the white scarves is folded neatly and then tied over my ball-gagged lips. Another scarf is tied in place making a nice neat appeance. I feel elated and peaceful although I am trembling slightly. I hear the words 'Have Fun' and the door being locked and then silence. I am all alone.
I look in the mirror and see the image of a girl in a pretty floral dress and white stillettos bound, gagged and tied to a chair. Her eyes are very expressive. I struggle in my bonds and she struggles too as we share our lovely bondage experience. I feel the taughtness of my nylon clad thighs, the tightness of the cords around my wrists and ankles and the unyielding gag in my mouth. I adore the hug of the cords. It is like being in the arms of a lover and being hugged all over. I adore the kiss of the gag. It is like being kissed and kissed again and never coming up for air. I struggle for a few minutes and mew into my gag but there will be no escape from my bonds and release will be many hours away. I am on my own as that mirror image is only me.
I know what to expect over the next few hours so I cease struggling and accept where I am and who I am. I realise that I could be the ob
I compose myself and try to relax in the knowledge that my bondage will last for many more hours.