So here I am 6 miles above Alaska, going Mach .85, or thereabouts, returning to New Jersey from an extended stay (for me) in Seoul, Korea, after my complete inundation in World Cup 2002, as a broadcaster.  I find myself with about 5 hours to kill, and remember that Gromet had asked me to write about some of my experiences.  I have been a voracious consumer of his site, and send my sincere thanks to the likes of Wallace and RBrbill, who, along with countless other contributors to Gromet's site, have added greatly to my enjoyment of life.  I have wanted to contribute for some time, but, as is the case with many of us, getting in touch with our kinkier side sometimes takes a while.

I am just north of 50, and finally posted my pic on Alt.com, as my straight relationships seem to be getting me nowhere.  If you have comments on this writing, or the relationships  described in the next thousand words or so, your thoughts are appreciated.  This is an amalgamation of truth, across a couple relationships, with a bit of artistic license thrown in for good measure.  Seems like we always do our best work on ourselves.

The Wizard of  Odd..

I met Mary in a Thai restaurant in Atlanta, GA.  She is a striking redhead, with a quick temper, and a passion I still yearn for.  I was still married at the time, so our initial meeting was fairly benign.  She walked in, as I was sitting with the owner of Phuket Thai on Buford Highway, and we were discussing pretty much nothing.   I was having a drink, killing time to avoid going home to a wife who had long since lost the will for a relationship.  My now ex was generally a vegetable, given all the medications the psychiatrist prescribed for her phobias and depression.  Mary changed all that.  It was, in fact, almost 8 years ago to the day, when I caught a plane for Charlotte from Dallas, TX to be with her the first time. I was in Texas working on the 94 World Cup. After that initial meeting in Atlanta, she returned to Charlotte, and we began talking over the phone, and soon, we knew we had something.

We finally decided to consummate the relationship when I finished World Cup.  We still call it "holy shit" day, because that is all she could say when I told her I was coming to Charlotte.  She picked me up at the airport, and we barely made it through the front door.  We took pictures of the pile of clothing strewn from the door to the bedroom, and have a couple beautiful pics of us together, just enough of her breasts showing to make it printable in the local photo shop.  The passion grew, and as I had a couple thousand dollars worth of unused plane tickets left over from World Cup, Mary began to travel with me. 

I had a speaking engagement in San Rafael, CA, so we met at the Atlanta Airport, and proceeded to make each other, and probably the rest of the plane, horny as hell all the way to San Francisco.  Even the flight attendant in back was moaning "Oh Mary" over the PA.  It was incredibly sensual.  I don't recall exactly how we started the bondage.  I remember tying myself naked to her bed, with a ribbon around my cock, and she came home and found me like that.   When we went to California, I wanted to kick it up a notch, so I packed the handcuffs.  Driving from the airport along 101 toward the Golden Gate bridge, I tried to cuff us together, but it kind of scared her, so I backed off a bit.  We got to the most romantic little hotel, and I used my ties to tie her spread eagle to the bed. 

We progressed nicely from there.  I have three fetishes, bondage, scarves, and women's clothing.   Mary was well proportioned, and I was in fairly good shape, so we were, given normal variances between male and female anatomy, roughly the same size.  She would always leave her panties in my bags, so soon, I began wearing them.  After I moved to Florida, she came to visit, and was wearing a mini slip under a white dress.  The next day, she found me with my hands cuffed behind my back, and tied to a chair in her panties and slip, held in place by a choker scarf I had bought for her on a recent trip.  Soon, I found myself wearing her bra, panties, a full slip pantyhose and a choker scarf, and she had me tied quite securely to the bed.  She played with me for hours, using ice cubes in the most interesting ways.  I was in heaven. 

Eventually, she changed jobs and began to travel.  I would take care of her dogs, and dress in her lingerie while I walked the pups.  Usually, I would end up tying myself up and masturbating.  She had the most delightful four poster bed.  The posts were about 7 feet high, and quite thick where they attached to the frame.   In her garage, I found a very thick soft rope, and would really get carried away with it.  I could wear all her clothing, as well as her shoes, so it was not uncommon for me walk the dogs at lunch, then dress in her dress, shoes, stockings, lingerie, earrings, and in general, everything I could, to emulate her, in my mind.  

I would start by tying my ankles to the bedpost, and, using a series of half hitches, loop the rope around my body, pick up the loop on the other side reverse direction, and continue, up to the arms chest an neck.  This is where it got more interesting.  I would first cross my chest and then loop around the shoulders, creating a X pattern on my chest.  I would then cinch the neck area, so there was no way I could slip out of this cross tie.  I would leave about 6 feet of rope after the last knot, then make a slip knot in the end.  Many times, I played with that loop, tossing it incredibly close to the post on the other side of the bed.  Had I ever hit the mark, I would have been hopelessly tied to the bed. 

It was on such an afternoon when Mary came home unexpectedly from a trip to Port St. Lucie.  I heard the garage door open, and struggle as I might, could not begin to free myself even a little before she came through the door.  She knew immediately what had happened.  Mary, as I said, was roughly my size, so while no match for me in strength normally, tied as I was, she was easily able to use her weight to get one arm behind my back and using the free six feet of rope, secure it tightly.  The other arm followed suit.  I was now quite helpless. 

Never saying a word, she removed her pantyhose, and then her panties.  She left for a minute, returning with a roll of duct tape.  She grabbed my nose, eventually forcing me to breath through my mouth, which she soon filled with the panties, sealing them with the tape. She dumped her sample bag on the bed, pulled it over my head, and using the chocker scarf I had on quickly secured it at my throat, creating a very effective hood. 

"So, you want to be a girl?" she aked.  "Let me see what I can do to help you". 

Leaving my upper body tightly secured to the post, she untied my feet, and undid the series of half hitches to my waist.  She then pulled my dress up, removing my (her) shoes, stockings and panties.  Two more scarfs came out of the dresser, and my ankles were tied about 18 inches apart, secured to the lower bed frame.  I heard water running, and then felt something on my legs.  She began to shave my legs.  It took quite some time, as I am rather hairy, but by the feel of it, she was quite thorough.  She was even shaving around my balls and anus.  What happened next was quite an odd sensation.  She left the room for a minute. 

When she came back in, I felt her grab my cock, which was at about half staff.  I was enjoying this, but not quite sure where we were heading.  I felt an odd sensation as she spread something on my balls and the peritoneum, that area between the balls and anus.  She took my cock and pushed it between my legs, holding it in place.  When she let go, even though I was getting erect my member stayed put.  She had rerouted my plumbing, super-gluing my penis between my legs.  I would not be standing to take a leak anymore.   When she had finished, she put my panties and stockings back on, and pulled my dress and slip down neatly.  I heard her rummaging through her closet.  She went to the garage for a moment where I heard some pounding and when she returned said, "Here are your ruby slippers, Dorothy."

She untied the scarves securing my ankles, and I then felt a pair of ankle strap hi-heels on my feet.  She wrapped the thick straps around my ankles, and then I felt some tugging and pulling.  I heard the distinct click of a padlock, as she apparently had locked the left shoe on my foot.  Then I heard another click.  She had padlocked the heels on my feet. This ain't Kansas, Todo! 

 I felt her securing me back to the post, starting back down from the waist, the way she had come.  She used the same half hitch pattern, but, with her added leverage, was really able to secure me tightly to the post.  Mary moved across the room, and I heard the dresser open.  I heard her ratchet the handcuffs open, and felt the cold steel on my left wrist.  She left the other cuff dangling.  She untied my left arm from behind my back, then my right.  Since I couldn't see, it was easy for her to quickly manipulate my arms around in from of me, and cuff my hands together through the lower ropes that she had just refastened.  She then began untying my upper body, leaving me secured to the post from the waist down. 

Pushing me forward from behind, she managed to unzip my dress, and pulled the slip down over my shoulders.  She removed my bra, and let it fall around my bound hands in front.  I was naked from the waist up.  She began untying the scarf that secured my hood.  I thought for a minute that I was going to be freed, with just a little humiliation.  It is amazing how wrong one person can be.  As quickly as the scarf was untied, she retied it around the back of the bedpost, securing me in a very upright position.  Out came the water and the razor, and once again, in a very thorough manner, my chest and arms were shaved. 

Next, I felt the handcuffs being released.  My left wrist was twisted, and she pulled hard on my arm, until it was behind the post.  She began using a wrestling move I suspect she saw on television, pulling my arm up behind me.  As I began to try and complain through my gag, she told me to place my other arm behind my head.  I did as I was told, and began looking for the knot on the scarf, with the hope of winning my freedom another way.  Before I was aware of what was happening, my left wrist was pulled back behind my head as well, with the cuffs going through the scarf.  My wrists were locked behind my head, and I was still tied by my neck to the bedpost.  Mary attacked my armpits with the razor, and now, with the exception of my head, I was hairless. 

I felt more superglue, this time on my chest.  I could not tell what she was attaching, but by the weight, suspected I now had latex breasts superglued to my chest.  The handcuffs were released, and refastened to the lower ropes.  The scarf was untied from behind the bedpost and secured once again as a choker, but she finally removed my hood.  My bra was refastened, my slip pulled back over my shoulders, and the dress zipped once again.  I felt her doing something to the dress, near the top.  Once again I heard the distinctive click of a padlock.  My dress was not coming off without the key.  Finally, my gag came off, and she removed her panties from my mouth.  I exercised my jaw gratefully.

Leaving my hands cuffed in front, Mary began to rework the upper ropes.  My arms were now pinned to my sides, and my breasts framed nicely by rope above and below them.   The choker scarf was once again secured behind the bedpost.  I could move nothing but my eyeballs, fingers and toes.  Mary moved a small table next to the bedpost, and began applying makeup to my face.   She tweezed my eyebrows, applied eyeliner, and lipstick.  When she was done, she went to the closet, and came back with a shoulder length wig.  Out came the superglue, and she applied a generous helping along my hairline, pressing the wig in place as she went.  While that was drying, she went to the kitchen, and came back with a couple ice cubes.  My last encounter with ice cubes had been very exciting, but I had a suspicion this was going to be a different experience.  She took one earlobe, and held it between two pieces of ice for about a minute.  She dipped an earring in alcohol, and pushed the sharp point through my earlobe.  I just felt a dull pressure.  She repeated this procedure with the other earlobe, and I was adorned with gold 1 inch hoops.  She spent a few minutes with the superglue applying French cut artificial nails, and my hands took on a new look.

Kissing me, (finally) she went to the bathroom and got a brush, and brushed my hair.   She produced a full length mirror, and what I saw I couldn't believe.  I wouldn't have recognized me.  Mary untied me, and told me to go try my new plumbing in the bathroom, then meet her at the car . She took me shopping at the mall, and later we had a nice dinner.  It was interesting being with her as a woman.  I had an entirely new perspective on women; how to move, how to sit, using a compact, applying makeup in public, and using the rest room.  Mary was a great help, and seemed very comfortable with me as a girlfriend.  She called me Dorothy.  The locks securing my heels were small, and looked like decorations.  My long wig hid the lock at the back of my dress. 

She took me home, and told me we were going to have sex, but she would not remove my heels or dress.  The ankle straps in combination with the pantyhose prevented me from removing any of my lingerie, but allowed me to use the bathroom.  The dress was snug and locked on, so I could neither pull it over my new breasts nor remove it.  Mary led me to the bedroom, and told me to lie on the bed face down.  I was cuffed again, hands behind my back, and my feet secured to the lower bedposts spread eagle, with scarves.  She pulled up my dress, and pulled down my panties and stockings.  I was gagged again, with her panties and a scarf, knotted in the middle, and tied tightly behind my neck. 

I heard her go to the dresser, and when she stepped in front of me, I knew what was coming next.  It would not be me, for sure.  She was wearing a strap-on double dildo, and proceeded to lubricate it, and enter my anus.  She fucked me until she came, and then rolled me over securing my legs again, and made me eat her pussy, until she had a second orgasm.  I was in misery, but with my cock secured between my legs, there was no orgasm in my future. 

Mary left me tied on my back, with my hands secured to the headboard, handcuffed together.  She retied my feet with a single scarf, using the other to secure my feet to the baseboard.  We spent the night that way. 

In the morning, Mary released me, and went to work.  She had the keys to my heels and dress with her.  She told me she had no plans of releasing me, as she rather enjoyed Dorothy.

Dorothy made her way slowly through the mall, stopping every so often to click her heels together, saying "there is no place like home.".  It didn't work this time, either. 

To be continued.
 

10.12.02