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Dressed Up, Tied Up, Gagged

Bondage 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.
ANTICIPATION
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.
EXCITEMENT
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.
FULFILLMENT
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 object of desire of a man who likes seeing a girl gagged and bound. I am a gagged and bound girl and there could be such a man walking past the house not knowing that there is a female in bondage only a few yards away from him. But here I am cocooned in femininity and unable to escape. I'm a boy dressed up as a girl and that is not normal but I cannot do anything about it as I'm all tied up. I have no choice in the matter which is nice. Outside I would have to make decisions. Here I am just an object of desire and totally dependent on someone else. I am getting too excited and begin to feel the rush that I get whenever I am bondaged up as a girl. I must control myself. I keep telling myself that the cords and gag are for my own good and are there to help me control my sexy feelings. But, they add to my excitement. I try to think of nasty things in order to prevent me climaxing too soon. It is this sexual thrill and staying just on the edge that makes extended bondage play for me so bearable and thrilling. I mustn't wriggle too much as I want to stay aroused for as long as I can, but no sooner than I think of nice things again, like my gag, the taught bindings or my shiny nylon clad thighs then my feelings overwhelm me. My moans are uncontrollable as I climax.
SATISFACTION
I compose myself and try to relax in the knowledge that my bondage will last for many more hours.



Mickey XX
BabyDollMickey BabyDollMickey 51-55, T 18 Responses Jan 2, 2013

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That was a story that made me feel as though I were in that position. Loved the end picture.

I would love to be tied to you!

Dear Contributor,

That picture is a beaut.

Given the way you're bound, your attitude and dress, I'd say you'd been kidnapped, whisked away from the parking lot of the local junior high school where you teach English. Known to your pupils as Miss Rogers, to your colleagues as Ann, you'd just exited the building after using the restroom following a teachers' conference. All the others had left. The children had the day off. The parking lot was quiet. You were inserting the key into your car door when the abductor struck.

There were two in fact---the one who grabbed you from behind and put a knife to your throat and the one behind the wheel of the minivan suspiciously situated in a corner of the lot.

It was in the back of that vehicle that you were spirited off, bound and gagged, to a cottage beyond the limits of the little town called Maple Grove, a little two-story house surrounded by acres of corn, corn still young at this time of year, the middle of May. Rows of it stretch for miles around.

Sitting In the back of the van, you agree to cooperate. Your abductor---the one who grabbed you---unstraps the ballgag and cuts the zip-ties binding your ankles and wrists. He helps you out, onto the driveway, into the house.

They only want money, he explains, sounding almost apologetic. They know you have a rich uncle in Des Moines. If you play along, nobody'll get hurt---and you'll be through this as soon as the ransom's paid.

Over the next three days, you're treated well, given a room, allowed to eat and listen to music and take a bath. Except for one time---just half an hour or so, when both your abductors left the house for some reason---you are never tied up. Even on that one occasion, they'd left you sitting comfortably on the bedroom floor, only minimally bound, your hands zip-tied behind your back, your ankles zip-tied together, the ballgag back in place, as your were in the van.

Now, though, the ransom's been paid. There's nothing left but for your captors to make their getaway. Now ropes come out and, for the first time, you're tied to a chair.

They do a thorough job. You're feet are drawn back beneath the seat, negating any possibility of hopping or sidling away. You're to stay where you are---inside that bedroom, inside that little cottage, beneath the great dome of the sky, amid the acres and acres of unresponsive corn.

And you're to stay that way for as long as necessary. Which is...

You're not sure. The kidnappers didn't say.

They said only that they'd arrange for someone to untie you. Who? A colleague? A neighbor?

The police?

They've been true to their word until now. But what if something goes wrong?

A rasping caw rips the quiet of the morning: a crow. You picture the rude thing soaring over the cornfield and your abductors flying down Interstate 80, and you rub your legs together, the nylons making a soft, scratching sound. Your calves feel damp---you're perspiring already---the soft flesh rubbing against itself.

You glance at the clock. It stares back at you from the lamp table by the bed. 10:17 A.M.

The wad of cloth inside your mouth suddenly feels enormous. Heaving a sigh, you groan into the gag...

You have got a wonderful wicked imagination, I love this scenario and the photo is perfect.

Thank you for that lovely story and the uncertainty of a more menacing bondage scenario.

This is possibly The Best bondage experience story EVER!

Thanks. It would have been even better had I shared this experience with you.

Very true. You could educate me enormously. You could make me en femme (if that is possible now), tie me up with rope,and then OTM gag me, tie me to a chair then leave me to ponder my predicament while you go to the shops for the afternoon! :-)

I'm glad that you wouldn't mind being left alone for a while. That's what real bondage is all about, unpredictable and therefore so much more exciting.

That is so nice of you. I would like to think I could look after you in bondage.
I would insure complete isolation, captivation and make sure you are secure, happy, and content in your bonds of rope. Left alone to ponder your situation, safe in the knowledge you are not and cannot go anywhere. But you are so right when you said bondage is about being left alone for a while. That is thrilling in itself. You are so fortunate that you can be tied up, look gorgeous and all Damsel and just be left alone in complete bondage. I have to do all the work myself :-(
If I ever find myself in your position I would insist that you do the same to me then I would really be helpless in bondage as well :-)
Have to write a tribute about you again now!

Kind Regards

SW

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i love to wear all kinds of women attire like nylon or cotton panties, pantyhose , girdles , bras, corset , high heels (the higher the nicer) blouses and skirts and them tie my feet , my knees, and above my knees and my hands behind after i am all tie i have to hop around for a while

When I get tied up it's usually on my knees in front of my master while he makes me suck his penis.

Very fetching look in that pic. Extremely sexy damsell in distress.......

We could all do looking like this..

As superb and evocative description of the bondage experience as I can recall: the importance of the outfit, the growing feeling of helplessness as the ropes are applied, the sense of danger and excitement in being a lovely woman helpless to defend yourself if a villain/villainess should attempt to take advantage of you. The aura of intense femininity you project in your photos makes you an incredibly desirable damsel.

One can only imagine how The Damsel became to be placed in such inescapable bondage; is she feeling terror at being all helpless and tied up, not able to move or relief that her assailant has left her unharmed and out of harm's way by tying and gagging her so securely she cannot possibly reach out for help :-) I LOVE IT!

Mickey is The Best!

Nice post so descriptive.

Great description and picture! :)

You look wonderful, even better tied and bound. Thanks

I would love this exact rigging and OTM gag on me.

Well described story - very exciting.

Wow very exciting!!! Is there ever any sex involved with your bondage sessions if I may ask? If so, what does it involve. I'm very interested.

Not usually as it is the bondage alone that does it for me. XX

It is the same for me; I can't see how sex would be part of it as the whole allure of bondage is to climax sexually.

An inspirational experience! You sum up the intense feelings of being in bondage so perfectly! 💋

Thank you babes. Glad you emjoyed it. XX

I look forward to hearing about this and maybe seeing some piccies. XX

I will try but they will be no where near as good as yours as I am taking them!

I am planning something like this later on this year but with a rain coat (jacket) and the OTM white gag wrapped around the outside as it is inspired by one of Mickey's photographs..

Super story. I get a real knowledge from it (not to mention turn on) This is how I would love to look when bound and gagged and would give several years of my life to be bound and gagged like this. Seriously epic picture.