Crossdresser Slave, Part 3

Part I: I Know Your Secret

Part II: A Proposition She Couldn’t Refuse

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Part III: A Perfect Toy For Couples

“Don’t you think she could use a quick makeover?” Alicia asks Greg smiling while looking down at Danielle, now passed out on the sofa from the spiked wine. Greg nodded in agreement, not really hearing her question, but rather, staring at Danielle’s body, draped in the black corset and pantyhose, and lusting for all of the things he wanted to do to it.

While Alicia went off to grab her makeup kit, Greg propped Danielle upright giving her a soft kiss on the lips and whispering “your all mine now little crossdresser slave.” Seconds later, Alicia returns with a makeup tray and wig, which she immediately places on Danielle’s head.

You can say the wig that was all that Danielle needed to complete her transformation from Daniel. Instead of the crossdresser that he was, she has a slender body and a somewhat feminine profile where adding the wig is like flipping the switch between male to female. Alicia applying the finishing touches of makeup to her face was just the icing on the cake.

Indeed, all of this didn’t go unnoticed by Greg, gaining an erection by the second as he strips off his clothes. Not quite into crossdressing himself, he does have a quite the fetish for pantyhose to which his wife, Alicia, happily enjoys with him. Of course, he also has that “thing” for very convincing crossdressers, something Alicia also finds appealing and exciting in her own way.

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The Fleshlight
Image: Fleshlight

I have to admit, I am quite the sucker for sex toys. There are just certain times when I am all alone and I need to get my jollies off right on the spot. Nothing unusual, perhaps most of us do the same.

In my case, being the crossdresser of course, I take it the extra step which usually involves slipping into a fine suntan shade of pantyhose, a lacy teddy, stilettos, top off with some makeup and then open the drawer to see which one of the fine tools I’ll be using today. Sometimes I feel like a Bottom and I’ll go for the bSwish vibrator set on high which gets me moaning.

Yet other times I want to be the Top, you know, chickie with a dickie sort of way.

So I pull out the Fleshlight, giving the hand a rest this time, except for holding up the bottle to drop a few squirts of lube inside. Time to party.

I’ve had this thing for a few months now and, honestly, it’s quite a marvel for the male who’s a wannabe female who’s sort of being a male at the moment. So figuring there’s been enough test runs on this piece of pseudo genitalia, I can finally give a sneak peak at how masturbation has been mastered a little more.

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L'eggs "Pantyhose" Website

While I no longer wear L’eggs, due to my preference for other brands, it does hold a special corner of my soul in its nostalgic pantyhose fetish value. I can remember fondly the very first pair of pantyhose I ever bought, with my hard earned allowance, buying that Sheer Energy egg in an off black color. Then slipping into them without the slightest worry that my mom would notice a pair missing from her drawer.

Nowadays, I’m too much of a nylon snob to find my legs covered in, what I would say, glorified toilet paper. OK, maybe a little harsh but I hope to God to not ever be caught dead in these again. Yet, like an old flame from back when (booted to the curb), I wanted to see what my old love long forgotten is up to these days. You know, check out the L’eggs website and see what’s new.

Then I noticed somewhat quite peculiar as I went through nearly all the pages in it.

“Pantyhose” does not appear a single time in the whole damn thing. Not once!

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Violating a Slave Crossdresser

Part I: I Know Your Secret

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Part II: A Proposition She Couldn’t Refuse

Daniel finally arrives home after a day of casually running errands, just the usual weekend catch up tasks in his normally busy schedule. He enters the lobby of his apartment complex, checks his mailbox and finds inside a letter, completely unmarked of a name or address. “This is odd,” he thinks to himself curiously looking at the envelope as he locks his mailbox and goes upstairs.

As soon as he enters his apartment, he grabs a knife and rips open the envelope to find a letter containing a printed image and a message, seemingly sinister looking in all capital letters. Daniel gasps in shock as he recognizes the image as himself crossdressed in a rather sultry pose on his bed wearing nothing but a teddy and pantyhose. He suddenly remembers now that this could only have come from his “Danielle” Facebook page.

Then he reads the message. “What? Tomorrow night at the corner store?” he thinks out loud to himself. “Is this some kind of joke?” Daniel begins to worry that this appears to be an attempt to blackmail him by outing him as a crossdresser in public.

Little did he know of what was really in store to come, so to speak.

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Daphne Bound and Gagged
Image: Wikia

As a kid, I spent hours and hours in front of the TV, like all proper kids did. I’d say I would spend at least a minimum of eight hours a day watching the typical cartoons that showed up on cable which, coincidentally, was fairly new at the time. Yet during the thousands of hours stuck in front of the tube, there were several specific cartoon episodes that stuck out in my mind.

That is, when certain characters would get into trouble, then are erotically bound and gagged by some gargoyle waiting for someone to save them. I somehow never saw this as something those cartoon writers had intended or, really, how most kids probably innocently viewed it. You know, worry about the character then hope he/she gets saved. Or more so, hope the evil villain just kills them off.

No, I saw this as a version of pantyhose bondage porn, later shaping my future fetishes to come. Of course, we cannot forget that crossdressing era of my life that came about, largely in part to this.

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Slave Crossdresser

Part I: I Know Your Secret

Early one Saturday morning, Daniel and his girlfriend, Jan, were just exiting his apartment when they ran into Greg, who lives two doors down and on his way out to grab a cup of coffee at the corner store. They make their typical friendly but superficial small talk as neighbors usually do. You know, how are you? Weather looks great today, doesn’t it? The same old bullshit regurgitated over and over each time they saw each other.

What wasn’t obvious, however, were the secrets between them, one in particular, held by Daniel.

Daniel, to those that know him, is the typical young professional that most aspire to be. Fit, attractive, has a good job as a banker and quite the attractive girlfriend in Jan, who he plans to propose to sometime in the near future. Yet for pretty much all of his life, he has secretly dedicated his time to another passion of his. That is, crossdressing.

There was nothing he loved more, when Jan wasn’t around that is, than to pull out that locked trunk from under his bed and drape himself in the magical contents contained within. Expensive pantyhose, sexy lingerie, expensive dresses, makeup, wigs and, of course, the two pairs of Louboutine heels to round out the collection.

Usually, as a crossdresser, he (or shall we say “she”) would spend hours alone perfecting her feminine look as “Danielle” then take photos in sexy poses of herself to post online in several of the online profiles she had, unfortunately, including Facebook. Judging by all the responses Danielle received (and pleading requests for a quick fuck), she was quite the stunner as well. All of this attention to Danielle served but to strengthen her womanly identity and further her crossdressing habit.

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Victoria's Secret Signature Gold Pantyhose

Being a crossdresser, and thus naturally taking on the feminine characteristic of shopping, I find it hard to help myself when it comes to seeing something sexy I like online and having to have it right this goddamn second. If it is so sexy that, of course it has to be discontinued in production, then I would probably go to great lengths such as committing robbery or shady back-alley deals in order to get my filthy paws on it.

For my case in point, we have the Victoria’s Secret Signature Gold Collection Glossy Smooth pantyhose, so exclusive that it just hurt my hands typing out this rather majestic title.

For anybody who has a pantyhose fetish, this name probably rings a bell, cueing the start of a massive erection that wished it were encased in this pantyhose gem. In case you need a reminder, let me warm you up with a few pics, such as oh, this classy photo, maybe a butt shot and one of what you (yes you) would actually look like in this alluring Victoria’s Secret pantyhose.

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Magazine Ad for Wolford Fatal Neon pantyhose

Dear Wolford,

I have a small request on behalf of all those with a fine taste in pantyhose, including those with a severe pantyhose fetish, some who just love their legs to shine brightly and others with a general aversion to looking at seams on their pantyhose. Yes, I would fall under all three by the way.

Please, oh dear God please, will you bring back the Fatal Neon yet once again?

Anybody who was familiar with your brand surely remembers the brilliant campaign you did with Helmut Newton way back in the 80’s that still draws raves even to this very day. Why, I can even remember long ago finding an image of the Fatal Neon packaging with that lovely blonde  clad in nothing but your namesake pantyhose, butt clinging ever so nicely to it, and a camera draped over her shoulder.

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Sheery the Crossdresser

Ever think about that wacky weird path of your own crossdressing days from the very beginning up until now? While, personally, I can’t recall every single time I slipped on a pair of pantyhose and wanked in them, I can recall some of the major points through my own journey into feminine bliss (or is it abyss).

For instance, when I was in my pre-pube days, I had no clue what a crossdresser was or what the hell was going on with me. All I knew at the time was that I was harboring an arousing love of pantyhose and I was the only one in the world who had this freaky side to him.  Being a young teenager, that put me in a bit of isolation carrying around a secret that was not really understood but sucked me in with a compulsion I couldn’t resist.

Yet one day on the couch watching an episode of Cheers years back, I can vividly remember a piece of dialog that changed my whole perception of my growing fetish (also an unfamiliar word at the time)…

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Sheery in Wolford Neon pantyhose

I was on Twitter the other day (a more frequent occurence now) and had a look at a long lost tweet I had saved a while back…

https://twitter.com/WTFCrazyLaws/status/351320491564351489

I retweeted and saved it for a reason. I pondered in those very words a bit and I couldn’t help but to think that this was directed right at me. When you think about it, though, isn’t it directed at likely a majority of hot blooded crossdressers, transvestites and other “T’s” out there?

Yes, those of  you who can’t pry themselves from the mirror dreaming that you’re either some kind of pantyhose model goddess or high-priced glamour hooker whose phone won’t stop ringing (my hand raised too). I’m fairly confident there is a huge narcissistic component to our feminine alter-egos that probably just comes with the territory.

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