Author's note: This is a true story lived by me. What was done here should not be attempted by anyone. If anything had gone wrong, it could have easily ended in my death.
I was your typical kid growing up. I played with my toy cars, G.I. Joe's and my tree fort. I had 2 loving parents and a little sister.
I don't really know what made me start doing it, but at a young age I started wearing pantyhose.
THE AIR TASTES FUNNY
As I progressed into my teens my fetish with women's clothing grew alongside my interest in being tied up.
In my high school years I discovered the Rocky Horror Picture show. I discovered that wearing lingerie felt great, especially when I was tied up nice and tight.
All of my girlfriends knew that I liked to wear lingerie. Especially during our bondage games.
THE WALLS ARE STICKING TO ME
I had a couple of Mistresses over the years and with each one my interest in cross-dressing grew. I also found out that i was a natural submissive.
I learned that I love to push my limits and to explore the sensations that are produced when I do so.
I met my current Mistress about a year ago now, although at the time neither of us ever thought that it would progress this far.
THE AIR TASTES SWEET
We started out as 2 cross dressers getting together to dress up and take some pictures.
Before too long we were doing all-out photo shoots on a regular basis. Some of these pictures involved her tying me up.
BREATHE SLOW AND DEEP
As time progressed she began to enjoy tying me up in different positions and I got to explore some of my fantasies on film.
We were beginning to be more than mere friends. Our friendship was becoming something special.
CANT STRAIGHTEN OUT
Our photo shoots started to migrate into BDSM play sessions after we took some pictures of me in whatever new outfits I had bought.
She helped bring out the gorgeous model that was inside me. I was no longer a mere cross dresser, I was gaining a following.
As she taught me how to pose in front of the camera I would teach her new ways to tie me up or torment me.
THE AIR TASTES SWEETER
She was turning me into my idol, Bettie Page. I never thought I would look good in a girdle and stockings, being a product of the 80's.
Both of our wives have known from the start what we were up to. They let us have our girl time together whenever we can.
After about 6 months I started to see the Domme side in her begin to develop into something real.
As she learned what I liked to have done to me, she really started to enjoy it more and more.
CANT GET A DEEP BREATH
She is the jealous type, but I don't mind too much. We have lots of fun together when we play.
She has become much more to me than a friend. She is someone to explore my deepest, darkest fantasies with.
Some of these I can't even do with my wife because they are beyond her abilities.
My Mistress doesn't seem to have many limits. She seems willing to take me wherever I want to go.
She enjoys watching me squirm and moan.
THROAT FEELS RAW
She treats me like the girl that is a part of me.
HARD TO BREATHE DEEP
She enjoys pushing me to my limits and sometimes beyond.
All I have to do is ask and she will tie me up in any manner that I want.
She will torment me with any toys that I desire.
STARTING TO PANIC
She has even learned to love having me on a leash recently.
I have some pretty dark fantasies that few are willing to explore.
But my Mistress welcomes them all and expands upon them.
Until recently I didn't think she had it in her to be my Mistress.
THIS WAS ALL YOUR IDEA
I'm glad I was wrong.
STICKING TO EVERYTHING
This is what has led me to where I am right now.
THE AIR TASTES SWEET
On my knees. Hands tied behind my back. Wearing a leather hood. Blindfolded. Soaked in pee.
Inside a large plastic bag that has been tied shut, completely airtight. Running out of air.
My Mistress has ripped a hole in the bag for me to breathe.
DEEP BREATHFresh air!
My whole body is trembling.
FRESH AIR NEVER TASTED SO GOOD
"How are you feeling, Heather?"
My thoughts are still a bit foggy.
"Could you untie me now, please Mistress? I'm getting cold."