A few years ago I used to visit a gentleman on a regular basis for
crossdressing and tie-up sessions. He could be described as a 'TV Punter' and he
really enjoyed my female presence and also satisfying my lust for bondage. He
was very adept with the cords and the bondage inevitably became more extreme and
protracted and I wanted it more and more. I talked him into leaving me bound and
gagged all alone for hours on end which he often did, going to the pub or
football matches. It certainly broke all the rules but it proved to be
tremendously exciting for both of us. There were however a few times when I
became bored after ejaculating or the cords began to hurt but this was all part
of the learning curve. I was now ready for something special. Some serious,
extended bondage.
The day in question and the plans for me were agreed with my friend well in
advance. He would be out for most of the day and my response to his question
'Are you sure?' was an immediate 'Yes'. My friend was kind and caring and always
needed to be reassured that my bondage predicaments were enjoyable. This meant
that I should be comfortable but never in a position to escape as he knew this
would spoil things for me. With this in mind I had been in a permanent state of
excitement for days beforehand.
That Saturday morning I arrived with my vanity case and overnight bag at 6 am.
It was dark. After the initial pleasantries I went upstairs and began my
complete transformation. I wore white bra and panties, a cock ring, tights,
white stilletto heels, and a pink plastic hooded jacket and nothing else. The
plan was that I'd be tied to a chair in a small cupboard and the hood of the
jacket would keep the duct tape of the gag and blindfold away from the hair of
my wig.
En femme I went downstairs to a warm welcome and kisses and cuddles. My friend
then informed me that he would be out visiting friends from about 7.15 am until
midday. He would then come back and briefly check on me and then go for a drink
at his local pub. He would not return but go straight to a football match and
finally be back home in the early evening. I was shaking visibly as we climbed
the stairs to the bedroom and the small cupboard in which I would be
incarcerated for many hours to come
A small white chair was placed in the tiny cupboard and I sat myself down and
made myself comfortable. I put in some foam earplugs and pulled up the hood
securing the drawstrings to tighten it. I was ready to be bound. My wrists,
elbows, ankles and knees were securely bound with pink silken cords and my
wrists and ankles were linked in almost a hogtie underneath the chair. My penis
was very erect. More cords were tied over my thighs and around my chest above
and below my breasts and around my waist. A ballgag was strapped on me and duct
tape applied over this and wrapped around my head and over the plastic hood.
Some cotton pads were placed over my eyes and more duct tape applied in the same
way. Although the bondage was secure it was very comfortable. My penis was
almost bursting in my panties. I could faintly hear my friend say that he would
check on me in a quarter of an hour and I nodded. The cupboard door was closed.
I struggled in the blackness but soon realised that there would be no escape.
The cords were unyielding and I would have to decide now if I could endure this
situation at least until lunchtime. I had come this far so I decided there must
be no going back. The door opened and I nodded as if to say 'Yes, Yes, Yes' when
asked if I was ok. The door closed and was locked and I knew I'd be alone and
completely helpless. I was here because I wanted to be.
I writhed in the confines of the silk cords and when I knew I was alone in the
house I mewed into my gag because it emphasised my helplessness. I waited to do
this until I was all alone for fear of alarming my friend. It was lovely to be
struggling and feeling those cords holding me so securely. It was like a lover
hugging me and refusing to let me go. I was really conscious of those cords over
my nylon encased thighs. I was also conscious of my blood pulsing around my body
as I wriggled and struggled in my confines. It was heavenly. I tried to contain
myself for what seemed like ages but the taughtness of the bondage over my
erection brought me to a tremendous climax which left me gasping for air. I
wasn't disappointed as I still felt highly charged but now somewhat more
composed
I began wriggling but not struggling. I began playing with the cords as they
were playfully hugging me and would be my constant companion from now on. The
gag, earplugs and blindfold were my friends as they were giving me intense
pleasure.
I was happy just to feel that scintillating tingle from the tightness of the
bondage, the breathing restriction of the gag and the gentle throbbing from my
pantie area. I was beginning to relax and drift into space. Yes, it was like
flying in space and yet I was confined in extremely tight bondage. That was
unreal. Endorphins or whatever, there was a glorious feeling of well-being.
My friend returned eventually at what I assumed was midday and when I heard the
cupboard door open he asked me if I was ok. I nodded and he was gone in a flash.
The afternoon just flew by. I was glad that I hadn't taken any liquids
beforehand. I think I enjoyed the afternoon more than the morning even though
I'd already been bound and gagged for over four hours. This was because I had
become so accustomed to my predicament that I had reached a fine balance between
sexual thrill and that innermost feeling of well-being.
Interspersed with those gentle periods of subspace bliss I must have climaxed
five or six times during the day. Wish I could do it now.
The hours had gone by so quickly. It was dark when I had been bound and gagged
and locked away in the morning and it was dark when I was eventually released in
the evening. I was really disappointed to feel the ropes being loosened, and was
still in a state of ecstacy when I finally staggered from that little cupboard
not knowing how long I had been there. I estimated that I'd been in bondage for
ten hours but my friend assured me that it had been much longer. Whatever the
length of time, I felt almost jet-lagged when confronted by the blackness of the
night and I was very disoriented, slightly dehydrated, but I was at peace. It
felt glorious.