Cross-Dressing

PROLOGUE As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years back found it the other day, tweaked it a bit and figured i’d post it. Hope you like it. Chapter 1 It was 6pm, the snow was pounding down, and to top it off it had been a day from hell at work. I called home to let Her know that I would order takeout for dinner. Saving both of us from cooking. The cool calm sweet demenor on the phone, belied the bitch she could be. The takeout would be delivered around 730 they said, being as backed up as they were. ...

Author's Note: True story. Ah Cindy, my little imp. If you have read our other stories, You know the deal here. We publish NOTHING that is not real and true. OK - this one took me completely by surprise. Good ol’ Cindy! She put a lot of planning into this one. Oh man, I mean a LOT of planning! I got home from work about 20 or so minutes before her (which is usually the case) and found an envelope taped to the door leading from the garage to the kitchen with my name on it in her handwriting. ...

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch. ...

The slave named by Mistress Cordelia as Bunny waited patiently outside her house in his car. Or, rather, waited impatiently. But the impatience wasn’t because Mistress was late, it was because the almost two months (one month, three weeks, four days and six-and-a-half hours since his last orgasm , he calculated) spent in the chastity device was now really beginning to get to him. The first couple of weeks had been a bit of a joke and he had achieved the objective of one month which Mistress had set him, but now the whole thing was beginning to grate. He was going to have it out with Mistress (no pun intended, he told himself) and within a few hours at most he’d be out of the hard, unforgiving chastity device and into the soft, wet pussy of that local escort he’d struck up a regular ‘arrangement’ with, Sally. He had even already booked dinner and ‘afters’ with her that evening. As his cock tightened within the confines of the device the little bumps on its inside bit and caused him to squirm. He flushed, fidgeted and thumped the car steering wheel. How had he got himself into this? ...

Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up…come and see the Circus…the greatest show on earth… Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town…the daring young man on the flying trapeze…the roar of the crowd…the ringmaster…the fearless lion tamer…the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint…this is the Greatest Show on Earth… Gasp at feats of the acrobats….be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower…this is Barnun…the traveling show…with a gypsy fortune teller…the exotic rubber woman…this is magic and mystery…Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill…performing ponies and dancing bears…excitement, thrills and spills…the experience of a lifetime…watch the parade of dwarves…visit the freak show…gawp at the bearded lady…the tattooed lady…laugh at the tears of the clown… ...

Author's Note: sorta a rough draft , created from a erotic poem I wrote Here I am bound bent over a coffee table. I have been this way for hours. Ever since the dinner party turned into a night of entertainment. My Dominus bound me here for her friends to use as they see fit. My lingerie is torn, my ass is red from multiple spankings, I have been fucked so many times by strap-on and the real thing I have lost count. My jaw aches from all the cock and all pussy I have pleased. The whole time I have been locked in my chastity belt. Denied an orgasm or even the right to be turned on by current state. ...

Author's Note: I’ve wanted to imagine a scenario whereby a submissive male was subjugated to extended long term bondage, and to face up to the real challenges this would present. I have experienced many of the things described, but not over the extended time period cited. Part 1 He had been hinting heavily that he’d wanted to explore long term captivity for some time. Subtle and not so subtle hints, each time probing away and sounding her out. Her response hadn’t been entirely dismissive, but it hadn’t been exactly enthusiastic either. She argued practicalities, reminding him that fantasies were one thing but the real world didn’t lend itself to his ideas. Undeterred, he asked whether the kids could go and stay at their grandparents for a few days, suggesting that this might give them a little more space to explore. Beneath the surface he was beginning to annoy her with his persistence, and she could feel that his focus had switched from meeting her needs to seeking his own. And this wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. For months the balance had been perfect, and now here he was, clumsily promoting his own agenda, souring the mood music of what had become a rich and rewarding relationship. So unbeknown to him she conceived of a plan so devious that he would get to realise his fantasy, and face up to what this meant in the real world. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...