I have been a crossdresser for years and love the taste of rope bondage on my skin. I have tried self bondage for years alone, and I always end up frustrated. I needed to be found out by someone, I really do not care who, just to guage their reaction to my affections for PVC and spandex. There is a real sweet girl in my apartment complex, she is a bit of a plain Jane, but she is cute and always wears a business suit to work, very hot!!!

I was thinking of have her catch me and see if she is vanilla, or if she really is hot for domination; I am willing to take the chance now after years of frustration. I sat down after getting high and I wrote her a truth note. I stated "I like her and she is very smart and a great listener, but I feel I should tell you the truth about me, because I need your help." I then told her "I love woman's clothing and bondage, I have tied myself in a submissive state and await your release."

Enclosed was a copy of my apartment keys and went down to the Fed Ex pickup site and dropped off the package with no return address. Package is going to be shipped overnight and she will get it sometime tomorrow night after work, now is the time to plan my unescapable bondage.

I shaved all my body hair and put on my wig and fixed my hair to look pretty. I looked at the clock, it is only 10am, she will not get the package for another 32 hours or so and I need to slow down and make everything perfect as for my transformation into a woman, then a damsel in distress. I put on my white satin bikini panties, my Wolford pantyhose, so tight and shiny. I put on my slip and my pencil skirt... it is a little snug, but I wiggle into it. I then put on my false breasts and my blazer, I felt like a woman on my body, but now I need to do my face with makeup for my grand appearance! I put on my coverup, lashes, eyelids, rouse and red lipstick. I looked like a sexy woman, or a slut, I can never tell. Heels, open toe stilletos. I got up and walked around. The tightness of my pantyhose and slip/skirt swish as I admire myself in the mirror. I was so aroused that I wanted to finish there, but I was not having that, so I started the bondage part to subdue my urges until the right time.

I am in my bedroom, all windows and doors are shut and no sunlight or artifical light is around, so around this afternoon, it will get dark quickly. I tie my ankles, above and below my knees and made a bodyharness out of rope. I placed the ballgag trainer in my mouth, felt the stretchness of my muscles as I clasped the ball in my mouth and a stocking over my head for good measure. I got out the spandex sleepsack which will render me at the neighboor girl's mercy. I love the feeling of the spandex against my skin as I laid down into the sack and zippered it up to my next in the front and put the hood over my head. I am at the point of no return, what if the mail is late, or lost, what will happen to me I thought then impulsively clicked the cuffs behind my back and finally made the determination that I have rendered myself stuck.

I immediately had a shockwave hit my body and fear and lust were driving me into a struggling frienzy. What will this girl do? What if she is too shy to come over or thinks she is being set up and ignores the note. I put myself in the hands of a stranger. What seemed like hours, I heard footsteps at my door, weird, but it cannot be the next day, I struggled to listen as a key went into my front door and the door creaked open. I started to mmphhing because I am ballgagged and wanted to get her attention.

The bedroom door opens briskly and I hear the dreadful voice of my ex girlfriend. "I knew you were a freak, there was something about you that I could not get close to, and now I know, you are a sub."

"You really got yourself into somewhat of a pickle, didn't you? How did you expect to get out?"

"Well, I think I am going to have some fun with you, since you seem to like this sort of thing."

I felt her high heels in my testicles area and I was really arosed by now, but no means to take matters into my own hands.

"Let me unzip you and see your face," I thought, "great, now everything is going to be revealed.'

As she unzipped the sleepsack, she started giggling, "OH MY GOD, you're a chick." Her laughing and menacing additude left me with a sexy but fearful feeling, because me and my ex did not part in the best of terms. "Look who is my little princess," she laughed and picked up her cell phone and called her boyfriend.

"You are going to be a woman tonight," she stated laughing as she puts a Darlex armbinder on my and tied me very securly to the chair with the remaining rope on the floor. I could not move an inch from the chair and I was dressed like a woman for all to see, I was blushing under the pantyhose over my head. "You know, a girl goes through a rite of passage into womanhood by learning how to give a blowjob, time for your lessons," she laughingly said to me.

I felt the terror on some guy forcing himself on me, I might have to swallow my pride because it does not get further down the dignity trail as being in this predictament. The armbinder seemed to mesh to my entire body and I was immobilized. I heard my front door open and heard a guy's drunk voice, "Is this that guy you used to go out with, he looks like a chick," he smartly points out.

She removed my ballgag from me..."Renee, look, I was just being curious, I did not think you would understand," I pleaded.

"This works out great for me and we will be even", she said very curtly. "You have to blow my boyfriend to climax or I am not setting you free," she instructed.

I thought, how bad could it be and I reluctantly agreed. The guy came over, smelled of beer and pulled down his pants and had a large flaccid penis. "Suk it," he instructed, I took a deep breath and place the penis in my mouth, it was amazing! I sucked as best as I knew how I would have liked it, but the guy did not come, he said he could not come, so I was regagged and spandex hood placed over my head. I heard muffled talking between my ex and her boyfriend and she put her face to my face and said in a whispering tone, "looks like you are on your own princess, we are leaving."

I protested through my gag, but I was tied to the chair so strickly, I could not move any of my appendages. I started to hope for my neighbor and what a fool I have been to do this, but I must have come about four times that night. I finally heard the key in the door, the gasp and asking if I was alright, she ungagged me and said she got my note, she was off from work today and fed ex came about 1pm. She untied me and I told her I was the victim of a revengeful girlfriend (she heard me talk about my evil ex) who tricked me and she appeared to have understood, but I think she knew in her heart what I was about. That was the best bondage of my whole life.

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