So, I'm a big self bondage fan. I've done many many scenarios in my life. My m.o. is to sissify myself, then arrange the bondage so that AFTER I have an orgasm, THEN I have to risk exposure. It's a fun game I play, because post-orgasm Jizelle want's NOTHING to do with feminization. It's like Dr. Jizelle and Mrs. Hyde are playing a game of chess. Mrs Hyde tries to arrange it so that Dr. Jizelle HAS to expose himself, or at least risk it. Of course, Dr. Jizelle is VERY motivated to get around whatever traps or bondage Mrs. Hyde set up.
Having said that, let me explain today's scenario. It mostly centers around a new vibrating cock ring I bought for myself. Having tried it on and seeing that it would work nicely, I prepared my house. I have a very 5 x 6 picture window in my living room. It looks out onto the street I live on. I took the curtains off, and washed the window so the inside would be as visible as possible.
Next I took my trusty handcuff key, and used gorilla tape to tape it to the window at mouth level. I even used a couple of extra pieces of this stuff to make sure it would be very difficult (nearly impossible) for me to get it off with my teeth. (which is how I'd have to do it since I was going to handcuff my hands behind my back.)
It was still a bit darker inside than out, so I decided that turning on every light in the room would be a nice touch. Thinking ahead and knowing the first thing Dr. Jizelle would do is go around and turn off all the lights before heading to the window to start biting at the tape, I used more gorilla tape to hold all of the light switches in place. This way, even if that spoiled sport Dr. Jizelle took the time to peel the tape off and turn out the lights, it would waste time, and he'd be trapped wearing an awful french maid uniform in full view of the window, the a vibrator now tormenting a very sensitive cock AND all the while the light outside would be getting dimmer. So this was a no brainier for Mrs. Hyde.
Next I got dressed in my favorite french maid outfit. Inserted a nice butt plug (which used to vibrate, but sadly stopped working a long time ago. Why are sex toys so cheap?) Got the handcuffs ready, and took my most devious pair of 6 inch spiked heel shoes with an ankle strap into my office.
Sitting down at my chair, I strapped the shoes on which would make them extremely difficult to remove without the use of my hands. This is an extra terrible torment to that killjoy Dr. Jizelle as we can both barely barely walk in them, though Mrs. Hyde enjoys the sensation of teetering around in them while Dr. Jizelle just finds it painful and exhausting. I turned on the new cock-ring vibrator, tucked it into my black silk panties (mmm) sat down at my desk to navigate to a porn video that would last long enough for me to get off on the vibrator.
I know myself, and it takes me much longer to cum using a vibe than if I just masturbate with my hand. Ten or fifteen minutes of concentration usually. I decided to do one last devious thing to Dr. Jizelle, and that is instead of navigating to femdom, or even sissy porn, I decided to put on a video that holds no sexual appeal to me, and would leave me feeling extra post orgasm guilty. I navigated to a cross dresser getting ass fucked by a dude with a huge cock.
As you've heard me talk before, you know that I consider sex to be a very complicated and intricate thing. I also believe I'm quite honest with myself (and you) about what I'm into. So when I tell you that I'm not into guys getting ass fucked, even if it's a dude who is cross dressed, I hope you'll believe me. The fact that I'm not into it is what heightened the experience for me. I knew that the MOMENT I came, Dr. Jizelle would start to fret about being gay or not. And that the old curmudgeon would either have to leave the video playing as she tries to make her escape, or waste valuable time fumbling round to shut off the video.
Withe the porno vid going, clad in my cutest sissy outfit, massive breast forms stuffed in my bra, butt plug up my bum and cock right vibrating away, I reached behind my back, and snapped the cuffs on. Now was that delicious moment of "I'm fucked" the only way for me to get free was to go to the big front window and stand in full view right at the window and slowly chew the corners of this super strong tape away till I can get to the key.
I also had a backup release of a second key put outside and easily reachable, but I'd have to walk outside in full view of my back yard neighbors.
I settled back into my chair, watching the video and enjoying the vibrator tickling my stiffening cock. I noticed that the vibrator wasn't very strong, and I hoped it wouldn't take me a half hour to come. The video played, and I saw that the cross dresser was a actually a dude who'd gone the extra mile and had breast implants. (something I want to do one day if I ever get so rich from my art that I don't have to leave the house) I personally will get the largest implants that are physically possible. Anyway, this fact heightened the video for me, and I sat back to concentrate on my hard-on.
Ten minutes later I hadn't come, and wasn't even getting close. This vibrator just wasn't very powerful. I decided to up the ante, and walk into the front room. I was going to stand in front of the window and see if the higher chance of exposure would add to the turn on, and get me off quicker.
A word about my outfit. It isn't indecent. Nothing that would get one arrested, and since my vibrator was hidden in my panties, I wasn't really in danger of being arrested (or so I think.)
I stood there at the window and sure enough, the extra risk was a turn on, but the vibrator was just sooo weak. I started humping the glass to help it along, and then I realized. The damn battery was dying! I wasn't going to get to cum!
Some times Mrs. Hyde wins, Sometimes Dr. Jizelle does, and sometimes neither do. As I realized my fun was over with no orgasm in prospect, Dr. Jizelle made his reluctant appearance. Sure enough, the outfit was no fun at all. First thing was the GET THOSE FUCKING SHOES OFF no matter what.
I thrashed and kicked, with my left toe wedging into my right shoe and holly shit, I got the shoe off, then the right one came off. I quickly walked over to the window and realized that I had made a mistake. I'd taped the key slightly too high for my mouth to reach. I mean I could touch it, but I couldn't get an angle to get the corner of the tape. This meant that I'd have to come up with some plan C, or I'd have to do plan B and walk outside in broad daylight with the neighbors able to look out and see me.
I found a long pole by the side of my fridge, and managed to use it very awkwardly to scrape at the tape. It took FOREVER to get it loose. I mean like fifteen minutes or so. The entire time I could hear Mrs. Hyde laughing inside my head. "You may have found a way around your mistake, but your doing EXACTLY what I wanted. You're standing in front of your giant window in broad daylight with the lights all on in your sissy maid outfit! If any of the neighbors walk out, there is no way you'll get out of sight in time."
I tried to shove this talk to the back of my mind as I FINALLY go the tape off of the window enough to walk up and clutch it with my teeth and peel it off.
Very carefully I walked it to the kitchen counter, and laid it down so I could pick it up behind my back. It was then I remembered that you have to put the handcuffs on the right way, with the keyhole facing your finger tips or it's nearly impossible (for me) to unlock them, even with a key. My arms were starting to hurt from being locked up too long, and my wrists were DEFINITELY going to be bruised.
I started to loose my cool, and frantically felt for the keyhole. It wasn't there! I ran to the bathroom to see if I could get a look in the mirror. Sure enough, my left cuff was facing the top. Luckily my right cuff was facing the correct way, but that would mean I'd have to use my non-dominant hand to unlock it.
This took me easily another ten minutes, and by the time I got it off, I was dripping sweat, and even Mrs. Hyde was starting to remember why we'd switched from metal handcuffs to leather restraints a long time ago. I collapsed on the chair in the living room, totally tired and sore and I didn't even get an orgasm!
I decided to use my frustrated energy, and write this. Which I have done. Just now.
So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go finish now manually what I started over an hour ago.
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