Cross-dressing self bondage in an empty apartmentTonight is the night that I am going to try a daring crossdressing self bondage experience that I have been planning for some time.First of all I start with my complete feminisation. As I am going to be a total slut tonight I apply my make-up accordingly. Once I have applied foundation and powder, I use a dark eye shadow to give me a smokey eye look. Then black eye-liner under the eye and I apply long false eye-lashes. I paint my lips a deep red and then lip gloss on top, making them full and pouting. Then I finish off with a just below shoulder length black wig, which has a cute fringe. A hot slutty woman looks back me from the mirror!Next comes the lingerie. I put on a black lace push up-bra and insert my breast forms. I push my man boobs up to give me a decent cleavage. Then I put on a black garter belt thong combination which has a frilly skirt attached to the waist. Next comes the very sheer seamed fully-fashioned black stockings, they slide deliciously up my smooth legs, attaching them to the garters. To finish the look I slip on a pair of black peep-toe platform shoes with a 15cm stiletto heel. I check myself in the full length mirror, I look so hot and slutty, just the look I wanted to achieve!I finish off with a spray of perfume, dangly diamanté ear-rings, diamanté choker and attach long false red nails.I then pack a bag with, a fresh bottle of poppers, a sleep mask, ball gag, handcuffs and a wide belt in which I have cut a horizontal slit in the back and through which has been pushed another pair of handcuffs. The handcuffs have to be unlocked with a key once closed, so I drop the key for the handcuffs into a small bag along with eleven other keys that do not open the handcuffs. More later on how these items will be used!I am all ready to go, so I put on my leopard print coat, pick up my bag and head out the door.It is around midnight and the streets are quiet. I savor the freedom of walking the streets with just sexy lingerie on under my coat and hearing the click of my heels on the pavement. I pass the odd person on foot and a number of cars, but I don’t get any unwanted attention. I am very experienced in being out as a woman and just act as nothing is out of the ordinary.I am on my way to an empty apartment that found on one of previous nocturnal excursions. It is a single storey affair attached to the back of a apartment block. The apartment has been stripped of everything pending redevelopment of the block so it won’t be used for sometime.I reach the apartment block and make my way quietly down the side to the rear to the empty apartment. There is a big unlocked window at the rear, totally out of sight, I slide it open and climb in.Once inside I slide the window closed and remove my coat, so I am just in my sexy lingerie. It is dark, but a little light enters from outside that dimly illuminates the room.I take the bag and stand in the middle of the living room, which is quite a large size. canlı bahis I take the ball gag out of the bag and put it on, ensuring that it fits tightly and I can’t make much of a noise. Next comes the belt with the handcuffs attached, I put it round my waist, cinch it tight and close the buckle – the handcuffs hang at the small of my back. I then take the loose pair of handcuffs and cuff my ankles together. Finally I pick up the sleep mask and small bag of keys. I put on the mask making sure it fits properly. Then I start to turn around and round, at the same time taking a one key at a time from the bag and throwing it into the room until the bag is empty, at which point I stand still and drop the small bag to the floor.Everything up to now has been preparation. I am at the point of no return. I take few deep breaths as I savor the mixture of fear and excitement. I am starting to harden in anticipation of the next steps.I take several very deep huffs from the popper bottle and wait for the rush to hit. The poppers are really strong and the head rush is spectacular and makes me feel so horny. Under the spell of the false courage created by the poppers, I put my hands behind my back and I close the cuff on my right wrist. The clicking of the cuff sends a shiver through me. I can still back out at this point as I have one hand free, but lust drives me on.I close the cuff on my left wrist, the action sends me fully erect. There is no going back now. I am trapped like this until I find the key, amongst all the keys, s**ttered around the room.I stand still drinking in my situation enjoying the popper rush. I can’t see anything. I can’t call out for help. No one knows that I am here. No one is likely to come and find me. I can’t use my arms. I can only take mincing steps. I am dressed as a slutty wanton woman. What has my insatiable lust made me do?One thing I don’t know is how long it will take to find the key and free myself. I reckon that it must be around 12:30am and I need to get home before it gets light around 5am. So I have four hours. The thought that I won’t find the key starts to form in my mind and panic starts to set in. I take more deep breaths to calm myself. I focus on my body. My long soft hair against my neck and shoulders. The tightness of my bra against my chest. The touch of the frilly skirt against my buttocks and thigh tops. The feel of the garters holding up the sheer stockings that caress my legs. My erection pulsing away inside my thong. The panic subsides as I savor the slut that I am.I need to get down on the floor to start looking for the key. I can’t just drop to the floor without hurting myself, which is the only option, as however much I squat I can’t reach the floor, especially in these extremely high-heels. Panic starts to rise again as I fear I won’t be able to make it to the floor. More deep breaths. I start to shuffle to see if can at least make it to a wall. Having spun around I don’t know which way I am facing and I am bahis siteleri going carefully as I don’t want to smack into the wall. I continue to shuffle forwardcarefully, sensing what in is front of me with my feet. I am blind, I feel like I am stepping into a void. Eventually my right foot makes contact with a wall, relief floods through me. I turn around to get my back against the wall and then shuffle sideways until I get to the corner. Then I slowly bend my legs and slide my back down the wall. Eventually I am in a squatting position and need to inch my feet outwards so I can get my bottom on the floor. Once this is achieved I rest as it took some effort. I also wonder how much time has already passed, as I have no means of keeping track of time, and I haven’t even started looking for the key yet.I get my legs out straight in front of me and then fall over on my side. After some twisting I get myself flat on the floor face down.Then I start to move forward like a caterpillar, but only managing a few centimeters at a time. Fortunately the carpet is a soft shag pile so I won’t abrade myself. I am trying to be methodical and follow the wall and then turn around at the end and go back a bit further out. But away from the wall I can’t tell whether I am going in a straight line and missing an area of floor. I start to think that the sleep mask was a bad idea. I eventually came across my first key and it took time rolling over and positioning my hands to pick it up. I try it in the lock – no good. I feel mixture of disappointment, but also relief that the torture isn’t over. I have committed myself to masturbating when I find a key. So I get face down on the floor and rub myself against the carpet. I get enormously hard and straining against the sheer tight material of the thong. I keep going until I am right at the edge and the feeling is intensely pleasurable, heightened by my predicament. I am in a delirium of lust, a hot, slutty tranny, completely trapped in an intense sex game of my own design. I turn on my side to rest and slide back down from the edge.I return to inching my way along the floor……an unknown amount of time has passed, I have found five more keys – none of which have worked. I have edged each time I found a key and I am now in a continual state of sexual delirium.I don’t know how much of the room I have covered, but I feel that I have been at it for a long time, but I have no idea how long.I am also becoming very tired and my panic is harder to control. I find it hard to stop thinking about failing to find the key and how I have trapped myself into something that I can’t escape. What if I complete my passage across the room and not find the key? There is no safety net, I can only escape if I find the key. I am committed to continue over and over until I find the key. I keep going……I find three more keys – none of them work. I am desperately scared now. Have I missed the key? Did I try all the keys I found properly (it is hard bahis şirketleri to use them with long fingernails)? Did I throw away the right key? It is getting harder to keep my sanity and becoming more and more exhausted is not helping. Anyway I still have to edge after my ninth key, but this time I go over the edge and have one of most intense and long lastingorgasms I have ever experienced. I had withheld orgasm for a couple of weeks in preparation for this so I discharged a large quantity of semen totally soaking the front if my thong and skirt. It was so powerful it I had to lie on my side for several minutes to recover, as it totally drained me. It was mind blowing and somehow re- energized me, it made all the pain worthwhile to be rewarded with such intense pleasure.So I turned face down again to continue my journey – this time with my crotch soaked in my cum, which felt so good.A while later I find key number ten, I struggle to pick it up. I push it into the lock and it turns, the cuff falls open and my left hand is free. I stretch my left arm to get the circulation back into it. I can’t believe that I’ve done it. I sense relief, but the same time disappointment that my entrapment is over. I then have a strong urge to lock myself up again and throw the key. But I must stop, I can’t keep doing this forever. I squeeze the key tightly to get a grip on myself. I battle with my lust, my erection is strong, I feel the cum soaked thong clinging to me. I can’t bring myself to unlock my right hand. I love being a slutty tranny in self bondage. I love the helplessness of being completely trapped in this situation. I don’t want it to end. I close the cuff around my left wrist again and it feels so good. I lie face down again and start to masturbate into the carpet. I am so hard. The cum soaked thong clinging to me provides an intense sensation with every thrust. I stay right on the edge. Groaning with ecstasy through my ball gagged mouth. I keep at it for ages. Trying not to cum. Savoring the intense feelings of ecstasy. Regular sex is nothing compared to this. I am a slutty, horny tranny dressed in sexy lingerie, completely bound and trapped in an empty apartment. I am so glad that I didn’t escape when I had the chance and that my lust won over reason. This state of tranny lust delirium went for a long time, I managed to just stop short of cumming over and over again. Knowing that once I came it was time to stop. Eventually I went into a spasm I knew I couldn’t stop, intense waves of ecstasy spread out from my groin all over my body. I came big time, a huge amount of cum and it went on and on. I was screaming with pleasure into my ball gag. I lay there completely sated. I could feel myself falling asleep. So I made a big effort to free myself and go.I removed all my restraints and removed the ball gag. I slowly lifted the mask, it was still dark, but no idea of the time. I stood up and stretched to get the circulation back into my limbs. I went round and picked up all the keys and threw everything in the bag. I put on my coat, picked up the bag and climbed out the window. It was still quiet on the streets as I made my way home, and light was starting show on the horizon.