## Pleased To Meet You

Post by LordNelson » Tue Apr 19, 2016 2:00 am

It was just a simple neighborhood party. It was the sort of event you attend to meet the other people who live in your apartment building or on your street. It was a place to introduce yourself and possibly make a few new friends. It was a time to make a good first impression and hopefully fit in as part of the community. Or not.
For someone who had kept to themselves for a while it was a stressful time to decide whether to finally step out and be seen or to remain hidden away and anonymous. It would be a good time to dispel any misconceptions or rumors that are certain to be circulating about that mysterious person that no one had met. Most of all it could be the chance to end a life of secrecy and show the world who you really are.

The invitation came in an unmarked envelope that had been stuck in with the regular mail and it stated the date (Saturday) and time (6:00PM) and location (a backyard down the street) but not much more. Everyone on the street got the same un-personalized generic letter. All were welcome to “come as you are” and “bring your own refreshments”. A pool was available for those who wished to swim.
The invitation sat on the kitchen table for a week and when it wasn’t being used as a coaster it was read and reread until the scant details had been memorized. Now it was Saturday, the day of the party, and a decision had to be made…to go or not to go.
It was 6:00PM. The drinks would be getting poured and the barbeques would be warming up. Some people would be in the pool while others sat around chatting. The simple dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs was to be served at 6:30 and there would be an evening of “social engagement” afterwards.
It was 6:01PM and the shoulder length brown hair was perfect with not a hair out of place. The make-up was applied with great care and was tastefully subtle. Red lipstick on full lips, a light touch of rouge on the cheeks and an exotic touch of gray eyeshadow. The basic black dress hugged the slim figure without being so tight that it looked trashy. The hemline fell to the perfect length somewhere between trampy short and old lady long…modest and yet sexy too.
It was 6:02PM and the shiny black leather platform pumps with the six inch heels sat on the floor with no feet in them. Their owner was suffering from a case of “cold feet”. Am I going to go or am I going to sit here and spend another night alone?

It was 6:15PM and the grand entrance, fortified by a few shots of whiskey, was met by staring faces all around. Women in jeans and sun dresses and men in t-shirts and shorts all turned their gaze to the exotic vision that had come through the garden gate.
Was the outfit overkill? Of that there was no doubt. Were the women envious and the men intrigued? Again there was no question about it. Did they all want to meet and find out more about this new arrival? Need I ask?
The host and hostess were the first to recover from their shock and they quickly introduced themselves as Connie and Bill and asked ‘What do we call you?’ A proper name almost emerged from between those ruby lips but then a bit of the naughty emerged and said ‘My friend’s call me Babydoll so I suppose you can too.’
Connie who was already feeling inadequate and overwhelmed by the entrancing creature in front of her was further battered by the thought of calling anyone “Babydoll” but Bill, who was all smiles, turned to the assembly and announced ‘This is Babydoll, I want everyone to make her feel welcome.’
And make Babydoll feel welcome they did. The men all felt an “obligation” to introduce themselves or at least that was the excuse they gave their wives. The wives also felt the same “obligation” but in their case it was more a matter of monitoring what their husbands said and using their mere presence to prevent certain things from being said.
Their friendliness was comforting and Babydoll soon overcame any uncertainties that may have been lingering and began to relax though the liquor may have been of some assistance. Turning on the charm soon everyone was infatuated with the newcomer.

Food was eaten and drinks were drank, swimmers swam and chatters chatted. And in the middle of it all was Babydoll who had loosened up to the point of being the talkative and charismatic center of attention.
As it turned out Babydoll was the only single person there. Emboldened by alcoholic courage men flirted in spite of pokes and pinches from their wives but to be fair even some of the wives flirted. Babydoll teasingly responded to each as if they stood some chance but was careful not to show favoritism to any individual and managed to toy with all of them.
As the sun set a slight chill in the air sent the remaining partiers indoors to continue the festivities. More drinks were poured, snacks were served and music was put on at a volume that still allowed for conversation without shouting.
It was comically obvious that men who hadn’t danced with their wives for years were suddenly on the floor to establish the alibi that they “loved to dance” just so they could be justified in asking Babydoll to dance “because the poor girl was by herself.”
Babydoll alienated the women a little further as she displayed an incredible ability to move with agility and sensuality in spite of the towering heels. In didn’t matter if the tempo was fast or slow Babydoll had moves to suit the moment and danced continuously until the last of the husbands had decided to heed the “sleeping on the couch” warnings of their wives.
As midnight approached the dozen or so die-hards showed no intention of slowing down and Babydoll made it an odd number as none of the tired wives were willing to abandon their men as long as the “slinky black dress” was still there.
Too inebriated to dance the party had become a seated circle of conversation about dirty politics, mediocre entertainment and over-paid sports, all of the usual issues that accompanied such a gathering. It was to be expected that eventually the once taboo topic of bondage was mentioned since it had now become mainstream thanks to Madonna, Lady Gaga and 50 Shades of Grey.
The dialogue was very non-committal and superficial and didn’t delve any deeper than fuzzy handcuffs and blindfolds. There were no confessions about having tried it and no one admitted to wanting to try it. Considering the potential for controversial statements it was all very bland until Babydoll spoke up.
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After a well-spoken and rigorous condemnation of “phony bondage” and “poorly written porn” it was to be expected that someone would ask the obvious question and they did…”Have you ever tried it?”
Babydoll went on to describe in great detail several personal instances of romantic and not-so-romantic restraint. Each of them listened attentively hanging on to every nuance of what was being said. It was more than just a technical recitation of bondage methods as Babydoll conveyed the powerful emotions and erotic sensations that accompanied being rendered helpless.
Babydoll could see that the audience was enthralled and made strong case for each and every couple to at least give it a try. Moved by such a passionate promotion of an alternative lifestyle several couples had the courage to say that they would give it a try but there were still some sceptics.
‘You talk the talk’ said Connie in a disbelieving tone ‘but can you walk the walk?’
‘Get some rope’ shot back Babydoll looking Connie right in the eye ‘and let’s bring this party back to life.’
Bill was out of the room before anyone could blink, the thought of seeing Babydoll tied up had a powerfully motivating effect on him. Soon he was back with a length of rope and a sharp knife to cut it into shorter lengths. The dirty looks that he was getting from his wife went unnoticed as he chopped the rope up and handed out pieces to the other men.
He would have preferred to capture this lovely guest himself but as the host he felt obligated to spread the joy around. Under Babydoll’s guidance the demonstration began and soon resulted in being seated on the coffee table with elbows and wrists tightly bound behind the back and the shapely legs stretched out in front with the ankles and knees tied.
While being tied Babydoll talked of this being “basic bondage” and went on to further catalog other such delights as spread eagle, hogtied and strappado. Each was a different method of restraint and each had its own erotic effects.
The word erotic caught the interest of the group and Bill had the courage to ask if Babydoll might be willing to demonstrate something along those lines.
‘I have a feeling you have something specific in mind don’t you’ asked Babydoll ‘Don’t be shy, ask me.’
‘I’ve heard about crotch ropes’ he nervously asked ‘they look uncomfortable but I’ve been told that they can get a woman into the mood. Is that true?’
After having been such an eloquent advocate for bondage Babydoll looked a little uneasy for the first time. After a moment of careful consideration Babydoll said ‘It’s a very personal sort of thing and it’s different for each person and I can say that speaking from experience.’
‘Well I think that you should demonstrate’ said Connie with an evil grin. ‘You’ve been very educational so far, why stop now?’ she asked sarcastically.
Connie picked up a length of rope and handed it to Bill saying ‘It was your idea go for it.’ Bill looked at the rope and said ‘I can’t do it without her consent.’ Connie snatched the rope back out of his hand and snapped at him ‘Babydoll can’t say no now that she’s all tied up, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.’
It was clear to all that Connie had a dislike for Babydoll but no one objected to her behavior or tried to stop her. Babydoll saw that this was going to happen with or without consent and decided to meet Connie’s aggressive attitude with an aggressive challenge.
‘It clear to see who has the balls in your marriage’ said Babydoll with a smile ‘so I’m going to grow a pair too and tell you to go ahead and do your best.’ Babydoll stood up and added ‘Please enjoy yourself.’
Connie doubled up the rope and wrapped it around Babydoll’s waist passing the ends through the loop and pulling it tight in front. Then she jammed the ends between Babydoll’s bound thighs and pulled it through to the back. She stood behind Babydoll and pulled hard lifting up the bottom of the dress and jamming the rope into the crotch before tying it tight.
Connie looked at the others to see puzzled expressions. ‘What’s the problem?’ she asked.
‘I don’t think it’s supposed to look like this’ said Bill in a confused tone ‘come see what I mean.’
Connie came around to the front to see for herself and Bill said ‘I don’t think it should look like that, shouldn’t it be up the middle?’ The ropes were sitting off to one side and Connie asked ‘What the hell is going on?’
‘My junk is in the way’ replied Babydoll.
‘What do you mean your junk?’
‘What do you call Bill’s, a cock or a pecker or his balls? Maybe the throbbing python of love?’
‘Oh my god’ exclaimed Connie ‘this woman has a penis!’
Babydoll looked into a dozen stunned faces and laughed. ‘Woman may not be entirely accurate. I’m more like a woman trapped in a man’s body, I’m called a transgender.’
‘Also, may I add, these ropes are rather uncomfortable the way that they are presently situated. Could you please split them and put one down each side of my package?’
‘I’m not touching them you freak’ shrieked Connie ‘I can’t believe you’re actually in my house! Grow a pair of your own Bill and use them to throw this whatever it is out.’
‘If Babydoll can have balls so can I’ said Bill ‘but I’m going to use them to tell you to shut up. It’s irrelevant what he or she is, first and foremost Babydoll is a guest in our house and for that matter he or she is most interesting person to ever enter our home. If you won’t fix those ropes I will.’
Bill rearranged the ropes and Babydoll with a sigh of relief said ‘Thanks dear’ and puckered up to give Bill a kiss of gratitude.

‘You’re welcome’ said Bill as he backed off ‘but let’s not go too fast here.’
That got everyone laughing and the questions started to flow as they all wanted to know more about Babydoll and being a transgender.
‘I’m going to bed’ announced Connie loudly. ‘You’ve got a choice’ she said to Bill ‘either me or it.’
‘Good night dear’ said Bill ‘I’ll sleep on the couch.’
THE END
Last edited by LordNelson on Tue Apr 19, 2016 2:05 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Pleased To Meet You

Post by LordNelson » Tue Apr 19, 2016 2:02 am

I wrote this story to welcome a new member, Babydoll, to the site. I hope that other members will also make him/her feel welcome and if there are any other Transgenders out there they can contact Babydoll at:
memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=65612

### Re: Pleased To Meet You

Post by Thatworm » Tue Apr 19, 2016 2:57 am

Babydoll! Hey! How's it going? Welome to our special really cool, awesome, weird in it's very own way! website! Maybe I just went over a little bit there. sorry about that

### Re: Pleased To Meet You

Post by Naughty boy » Tue Apr 19, 2016 9:34 am

Welcome Babydoll to this "tight knot" community.
Hope you can get "wrapped up" in the great stories here.
You are "bound" to have a great time.!