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As I pulled out the two locked chests from the back of Crossdresser bondage stories closet, I opened both with the keys hidden in the recesses of my wallet. One locker contained my beautiful and sexy "Marcie's" clothes and the other held the self-bondage restraint items I would put on later after I was properly dressed as "Marcie".

First, I decided that since my wife Katie would be gone all afternoon shopping with her sister Carla, I would have lots of time to enjoy my dressing up. Then I would tie myself to the bed with several bondage items I had secreted in the second chest. I loved to struggle and pretend that I was being held captive as I was bound and couldn't resist whatever happened to me as I was tied tightly to the bed as Marcie. First, I decided that before I put on any of my pretty feminine garments that I would bind my now hard erection so that I couldn't get soft, no matter how hard I tried to play with my penis after it was bound.

So I grabbed a roll of 4-inch wide Ace elastic bandage and began wrapping it and stretching it around and around my hard-on. I wrapped from the base toward the cock head, gradually pulling the cock-head out further and further as I did so. The effect was to extend my penis to its maximum length as I wrapped and tightened Crossdresser bondage stories Ace bandage around it. This had the advantage of keeping the erection in place until the bandage was removed, without being able to cum in the meantime.

Finally I had the whole roll around it with only the cock head uncovered. It however, was enormous in size due to the constriction of the entire shaft as I wound it around and around. I pinned the end of the roll in place and reached for my long legged, very firm and boned girdle with the split crotch.

I pulled it on and reaching through the opening in the crotch, I pulled my bound cock and balls free to protrude outside of the girdle. I noticed that the cock head was hard and getting a little purplish in Crossdresser bondage stories from the tight constraint of the Ace bandage. Next, I took a pair of black nylons out of the locker and slipped them on. The cool black nylons caressing my legs felt wonderful. I fastened the tops to the six garters at the base of the girdle and looked in the full-length mirror I had placed in the closet to admire myself. My waist was much constricted in the firm boned garment.

Next, I slipped into a long lined brassiere with back fastening hooks and eyes. In a few moments it was on and I then inserted my realistic size DD silicone bustp in the cups of the bra. Looking at myself in the mirror now that my shape was very womanly except for the huge erection of course, I thought I looked very feminine as I squeezed my huge tits with both hands.

I dug in the clothes locker again and came up with black 5" high-heeled strap-on patent leather shoes. Sitting on the "bondage" locker, I slipped them on and buckled the ankle straps tightly. Standing in these 5" heels was difficult, but I took a few steps back and forth in the closet and admired them in the mirror. I felt so much like a woman in them that I hurried on with the next item, a pink taffeta slip which came to my thighs just low enough to cover my thoroughly bound cock.

Just at that moment, the closet door was flung open. There stood my wife Katie and her sister Carla! Part 2 I had been caught. My wife Katie and her sister Carla opened the closet door to find me there dressed in "Marcie's" lingerie, stockings and wearing my 5" high heeled shoes.

Marcie is the name I call myself when dressed in my female clothes. I finally stuttered Why did you come back so soon? I first got suspicious of your cross dressing when I found my panties and bras were put back in my drawers differently than I had them arranged. And also I found that you have been using my worn panties to masterbate in and then putting them back in the clothes hamper. Your semen stains were on them, so I knew for sure how you had used them. Finally, I Crossdresser bondage stories the keys to your "hunting and fishing clothes" lockers from your pants when you were sleeping and found all of your hidden feminine things in one locker, and all of your bondage things in the other locker.

I saw too that you have quite a collection of bondage and restraint catalogs addressed to a post office box you rented under the name of "Marcie". So you see, my dear husband, "Marcie" that I know all about you and have for a long time. The question was what to do about it, so I talked it over with my sister Carla here and decided that I could either divorce you or accept your cross dressing and bondage out in the open". It was difficult to walk in my 5" high heels, but I managed to mince into the bedroom and put my hands behind my back.

As soon as I had done so, Katie held my arms close together while Carla handcuffed me. The rock hard erection I had forced myself into using the Ace bandage caused the taffeta slip I was wearing to protrude outward several inches. Katie noticed and lifted the hem of the slip. My exposed cock head had turned a reddish-purple from the tight constriction of the bandage and I wanted to relieve myself of the pent up cum stored in my balls, but there was no way I could.

Droplets of pre-cum glistened on the head. Katie flicked her fingernails against it several times and pain shot through me as the droplets scattered off of it. She stepped in front of me holding a ball gag.

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I did so and she forced the large red ball into my wide open mouth as Katie buckled it on tightly from behind. Now lets get "Marcie" to your house. Carla held the car door open as Katie pushed me in and had me lie on the floor of the backseat while Carla quickly roped my ankles together and hog tied my wrist handcuffs to my ankles with a short length of rope.

I was forced to lie on my stomach with my aching cock under me and my balls hurting from the tight harness around them. Now that I was helplessly confined inside the car, a blanket was thrown over me and the car began backing out of the garage. Why were they taking me to Carla's house, I wondered, but in an instant the girls in the front seat informed me of their plans for me.

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We let Bob, Carla's husband in on your little secret, too. He liked the idea of having a whorish slut like you to have some good times with, if you get my drift. In fact, he has equipped their basement with all kinds of bondage equipment and devices to restrain you while we all have a good time with our little "sissy-girl" every weekend from now on. We used your bondage and restraint catalogs to order lots of new toys to try out on you. We also ordered leather corsets and lots of other leather and latex rubber items for your discomfort and our enjoyment.

So just lie there and enjoy the rest of the ride". After about 10 minutes, the car slowed and turned into a driveway. I could tell because I could hear a garage door being operated electrically. The door then closed and the blanket was pulled off of me. Standing on one side of the car was Bob; completely naked except for a pair of latex rubber briefs with a built-in sheath for his cock and balls. Both girls went inside as Bob untied my hog tie and ankle ropes.

He left my arms pinned behind me and cuffed though, as I crawled out of the back seat and he stood me up. I am 5 foot-seven and he towered over me by a good six inches and was very muscular. Come with me, my little prostitute. I couldn't believe my eyes. All sorts of bondage racks, spanking benches, suspension harnesses, crosses, bondage tables, kneeling benches, winches and eyebolts were installed in a large, well lighted area of the basement. The walls were lined with hooks that held all sorts of whips, riding crops, paddles, leather restraints, bondage hoods and other gear.

There were drawers in benches, which I suspected held even more of these kinds of things. There was also an area equipped with a restraint table, a sink and lots of enema bottles, Crossdresser bondage stories tubes, nozzles and long rubber gloves. Just then, Katie Crossdresser bondage stories Carla came down the steps sipping glasses of wine in their hands.

They were dressed in bizarre and exotic outfits. Katie was wearing a leather bra with holes for her large tits to protrude through, knee high laced leather boots and an hourglass leather corset which accentuated her beautiful, curvy body even Crossdresser bondage stories. Her jet black hair was tied back in a severe pony tail and she had donned long black tights under her boots and corset.

Her long silver earrings glistened in the fluorescent lights. On her arms she had on armlength black satin gloves to complete her outfit. Carla was wearing a skintight, red latex catsuit which fully covered her body. She was wearing white high heeled pumps and had on armlength white latex gloves; even though the catsuit already had long sleeves.

I figured she must like the tight fitting latex feeling very much since she also had on a latex hood which completely covered her head except for eye, nose and mouth holes. Her auburn hair couldn't be seen under her hood. Bob said, "Let's get started" as he led me to an open area of the room which had a set of adjustable ankle spreader bars bolted to the floor. He spread them about 3 feet apart and fastened the leather restraints around each ankle and buckled them closed.

He lifted my slip again and took off the ball harness and unwrapped the Ace bandage from around my cock shaft. As the blood returned to the long confined organ, I felt like I was on the verge of an orgasm, but Bob quickly placed an electric shock unit on my penis and balls. Testing it, he set the control at medium and pushed the ON button. A series of three painful shocks shot from my testicles to the head of my penis and then reversed direction and shocks were sent from the head of my penis back through my captive balls.

I moaned into the ball gag again and again, trying to form the word STOP. Any further thoughts of having an orgasm ended as the pain in my crotch was awful. All I could manage were muffled noises through the ball gag. The series of shocks finally ended as Bob said "Until your wife Katie says you can cum Marcie, I will start the shock machine up again to keep you from even thinking about getting a hard-on".

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What had I gotten myself into? I liked some self bondage while dressed as Marcie, but I could release myself when the ice cube timer dropped the keys and I could then free myself after an hour or so. Katie and Carla then removed my elbow ropes and handcuffs while Bob brought over an armbinder made of heavy leather. It was deed so that both arms were inserted into a single long glove ending in a mitt for both hands, completely encasing my arms and hands as it was laced up in back. The laces were drawn tighter and tighter until my elbows nearly touched. Then three leather straps were cinched up and further bound my wrists, elbows and upper arms, while two more straps went around under my arms and over my shoulders to buckle back at Crossdresser bondage stories top of the armbinder.

I was completely helpless with my feet spread out and my arms locked behind me. Bob then removed the ball gag the girls had put on me earlier at our house and replaced it with a type I had never seen nor heard of. It also fastened around the mouth and neck, but this gag had an opening in front that held a hard rubber round and short shaft that went into the mouth. This shaft was hollow and forced the mouth to remain wide open, once the gag was buckled in place and locked.

I opened my mouth wide at Bob's command to do so, under the threat of resuming the electric shocks on my penis and balls; something I definitely did not want to endure again. He put the "0" gag on me and my mouth was now firmly held in the wide open position. It looked to me as if the diameter of the hole in the center of the gag was Crossdresser bondage stories one and a half inches.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt my arms being pulled up in the air behind me. Carla had attached a winch rope which passed through an overhead pulley to a steel ring attached to the end of my armbinder. As Katie winched up the rope, my arms were drawn up more and more toward the ceiling. This forced me to bend over at the waist more and more to keep my bound arms from being dislodged at the shoulders. When I was bent over to the point that my head was at the same level as my hips, Katie locked the winch in position to hold me there.

My arms and hands were now pointed upward to the ceiling.

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