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Linda came along as a willing participant. Since our early dating, I have been excited by bondage. My thick dick fights its confinement, betraying my excitement.

Wrists are strapped to the chair as well. Two belts cross my ample breasts, securing me to the chair back. I'm situated in a straight back chair, ankles and knees strapped tied, another belt pulling me into the seat. Picture me in my snug houndstooth skirt, grey blouse, stuffed bra, and shiny pantyhose. One day each month, my wife and I cross a kinky line. 'Maybe we should be doing this more than just once a month.' 'Isn't this delightful?' You taunt, brushing me with a fingertip, your long hair caressing my cheek. I guarantee this buckle won't give.'Īll true, as minutes earlier you pulled them taut then tugged another notch in to thwart any attempted escape. There's no hassle like with the bands of rope you arrange around me, those damned complicated knots. You loom over me, tracing the outline of the straps across my chest, then bend to trace the ones securing my hips to the seat. I can only shake my head, feeling delicate earrings bounce off the wide black strap. Male/female - married - bondage - femdom - crossdressing - sissy - gagged - tied - submissive - teasing - wife - husband It all happened so quickly, I couldn’t think of a sensible thing to say.One weekend a month of satiny gender bending: an introduction Looking up from her shining patent leather shoes, I saw Janet - arms akimbo, staring down at me. I heard the clatter of high heels approaching. The garments fell from my hands as I tried to protect myself. As I turned my head, I stumbled over a rock in my path. She hadn’t left the house as I had figured. “HEY - What are you doing? “I froze in a light terror as I heard Janet’s voice cry out. A bit nervously, I also took the blue colored panties, and then started back, almost in a run. Quickly I went to the clothes line and took them. It would be a harmless prank, and besides, I had to see those lovely bloomers at close range. “This will be another one,” I chuckled.ĭown the stairs and out across the lawn I went.

I’d wait awhile and then have some fun with her.įor an instant I was reminded of my days at college…the time when some students and I conducted a “panty-raid” in the girls’ dormitories. This was the time she usually went out to pick up groceries. As a sales clerk in a ladies dress and lingerie shop, I had seen exquisite underwear, but nothing as charming as these bloomers.Īn idea took possession of me as I saw Janet return to the house. They were edged with white lace and had something embroidered on them, making them very beautiful, indeed. Though I had never seen them before, I knew they belonged to Janet. To my surprise, she completed the task by pinning to the clothes line a pair of pink silk bloomers - the kind with tunneled elastic legs and waist, which I had thought were only worn in these modern times by women who were either very old or fat.

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And then a full length white slip, a pair of pale blue panties, and a pair of pink step-ins with open slits at the sides. First, a white blouse, two brassieres – a black one and a white one, and some nylon hosiery. Carefully, Janet began hanging the freshly laundered clothes she carried. I thought of calling out to her inasmuch as she did not know I was at home, but then decided against doing so, and continued to watch. Though at times of a stern and independent turn of mind, Janet was quite feminine, and whether at work or play, she insisted on being attractively dressed that way. My heart thrilled at the sight of her as the mild wind caught the long curls of her blonde hair, and turned the hem of her skirt to reveal a lacy petticoat. It was then that I saw Janet – – my bride-to-be, coming out into her yard across the way, carrying some clothes. I had gone home, and after resting awhile, began looking out of the window…. My employer had been called out of town and had decided to close her apparel shop during the early afternoon, leaving me freer than usual. But he now had to do both! It all happened on a nice autumn day - my punishment, that is, and my new way of life. Don just wanted to look at her panties, not wear them.