Another short self bondage story (this one is fictitious)

I stood on my back porch at night. It was 1:30 am, and all of the lights in the neighborhood were out. The door was closed behind me, but unlocked. I am a man, and was wearing a very short pink dress with a puffy petticoat that held the dress out to my sides, revealing the silk panties I was also wearing.

On my chest a bra containing a huge pair of fake boobs, and a blonde pigtail wig on my head. I had pink nylon stockings on and a pair of five inch spiked shoes, also pink. The shoes were a special pair I ordered which had locks on them making it impossible to remove them unless I retrieved the key which was inside.

I stood at attention with my hands on my hips, and enjoying the buzzing of the vibrator which was strapped around my cock, and tucked into my tight panties. I had shaved my legs and chest for this occasion, as well as put on a gaudy amount of makeup on my face. I had even written the word “bimbo” on my forehead in lipstick.

It was dark outside, and no one could see me very well even if they were awake. If it were daylight, there were a half dozen houses around me who’s occupants could have a clear view of me in my ridiculous sissy outfit.

The vibrator buzzed, and I could feel the first hints of the orgasm building. I gripped the pen sized device I had built which had a red button at the end.

As my orgasm got closer, I moved my thumb just to the tip of the button. The key now was to time this perfectly. I needed to push the button just a couple of seconds before I came. If I did that, the button would set off a series of events that would drastically heighten my orgasm, as well as make for a very panicked and interesting few minutes immediately after my orgasm.

If I waited until I started to cum, I would lose my nerve and not push the button, and nothing unusual would happen. I’d have a nice squirt into my panties, and go into my house thanking my lucky stars I’d chickened out.

I felt my penis start to have the glowing feeling it gets, and I decided to be adventurous and press the button now even though I may not cum for another ten or twenty seconds.

When I pressed the button, the device executed its commands. All of the doors and windows in my house (except the front door) locked. The back porch light right above me turned on, as well as every other light in the house and the front porch light.

I realized my plight, and that any of my back yard neighbors who were awake and near their windows would have a perfect and well illuminated view of me in my outfit. There was nothing I could do about this except walk to the front door which was even more exposed. Though I’d be a laughing stock and a pariah if they saw this, I wasn’t technically doing anything illegal, as no one but me could tell there was a vibrator buzzing away under my panties and I wasn't technically exposing myself.

I was so horny that I actually hoped the lights turning on would wake some of my neighbors up so they could see how pretty I looked. I even stood taller and smiled hugely out into the darkness of the back yard that I now couldn’t see from the spotlight of the porch.

I came, hard into my panties, almost doubling over in spasms of pleasure. I was heaven. Then immediately it was hell. What the fuck had I been thinking? The back yard neighbors could have possibly seen me, but at least there were only a few of them. The moment I went to my front yard, there would be at least a dozen houses with a perfect view of me. Not to mention the street that would have traffic even this late at night, and sometimes even insomniac walkers or bike riders.

There was nothing to do about it. If I wanted to get into my house, I’d have to run to the front yard and in thorough my front door. I had two flood lights illuminating the front yard, and the front porch light was on. It was brighter than a sports field during a night game, and I had to walk that gauntlet in my five inch heels which made it virtually impossible for me to hurry.

I crept around the side yard in relative darkness, and peeked out to my front lawn and the street. Everything looked ok, except there was a car parked right in front of my house which I didn’t recognize. It was probably just paranoia, but I swore I could see a person sitting in the driver’s seat. It was too dark though. I stood there for a long time deciding what to do.

My feet were starting to kill me, and the buzzing vibrator was driving my over sensitive cock insane. I didn’t dare reach inside my panties to turn it off because if anyone was watching, it would look like masturbating and that WOULD get me arrested. I made the quickest dash for it I could to my front door. An eternity later after walking through a virtual field of spotlights in this sissy outfit, I got to the door and turned the nob. It was locked!

Oh my god, I’d forgotten that I had programmed it to lock also. I’d hidden the key in my mailbox which was at the very far end of my front lawn. I didn’t have the will to think about it, I just teetered off towards the mailbox as fast as I could, and grabbed the key. As I walked back, I looked again at the strange car, now that I wasn’t in the light, I could see that what had looked like someone sitting in the driver’s seat, was someone sitting in the driver’s seat. It was a woman, and she was watching me with a smirk on her face.

I realized I could see her face because a light was illuminating it. Not just any light. It was a cell phone. She was filming me.

The End?

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My self bondage session tonight (real true and actual)

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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