Feminisation and misadventures

[gitefetichistes]

When the pleasure of being a woman leads you to play Outdoor bondage with handcuffs

Paul likes to feminise himself, to dress like the women he adores, almost worships. They're so beautiful, so slender, that he dreams of being one, and why not, of being a lesbian? Alas, nature has decided otherwise: he has a male sex in his knickers.

His shyness forces him to secretly live out his need to be feminine, so he has a wardrobe hidden in one of his cupboards. When he becomes more feminine, Paul imposes a chastity cage on himself; for him, his pecker becomes a big clit and it's out of the question for him to wiggle it manually. The problem he encounters because of his shyness is that he can't go out as a woman in the street, or even in the open air in the forest or in nature.

When the fetish bed and breakfast opened its doors, he thought long and hard before contacting them for information about whether it would be a problem for him to be with a woman 24 hours a day for a week. He was told that it wouldn't be a problem, that the main thing for the gîte was that its guests could experience 'pockets' of happiness and live out their fantasies without being judged. Each time, the owner replied: the best fetish is the one that allows you to blossom, to feel good, to be happy, to please yourself, whether you're straight, gay, lesbian, trans or any other gender.

Paul finally took the plunge and took a week's holiday to relax after booking the gîte for a week. Between the time he booked and the fateful date, his night-time dreams were responsible for giving him the urge to submit as a woman. He spoke to the owner of the gîte, a very open-minded man full of naughty ideas to please his customers. He was very pleased with the answers, which excited him and, at the same time, frightened him.   

THE D-DAY

On the big day, when Paul arrived at the fetishist gîte, the owner was away. It was his wife who welcomed him and guided him to the gîte, then gave him a tour of the premises and the equipment available. Like the owner, she was zen, relaxed and as friendly as could be. As soon as she was back in her flats, Paul realised his first fantasy: to put on a two-piece swimming costume and go for a swim in the pool. For this first step away from home, he didn't dare put on his chastity cage, as he was afraid of being seen with a big lump in his swimming costume. Although the pleasure was there, he was missing something 'down there', that something that increases your excitement tenfold and prevents you from relieving it. So he stroked himself a little in the water, but didn't allow himself to finish.

As excited as a flea, Paul decided to dress as a woman from head to toe in a set of white underwear followed by a light dress in the same colour. When he arrived at the dungeon, his excitement soared. He remembered that he could play self-bondage indoors and outdoors using the accessories provided. So he took the handcuffs, the 50 metres of string and then the [handcuff] keys (https://abcplaisir.com/fr/37-contraintes-menottes), which he attached to the handcuff chain. This way, he thought, if I find a tree in the orchard to tie me up, I'll have to wait until the keys can be brought up to my hands to free myself.

Before embarking on his adventure, he picks up a balaclava from the accessories panel, then goes to the gîte to put on his chastity cage, the keys to which he leaves behind. Shyly, Paul crosses the park, a little afraid of being seen, before going into the orchard. The trees not only provide shade for him, by hiding him, they also become the protectors of his shyness.

After crossing one of the little rivers, he spotted a large walnut tree with beautiful branches almost at the end of the orchard. The birdsong accompanies him on this naughty elopement, and they won't betray him or harm him. After finding the right branch, he places the handcuff keys on the ground, triple-checks that they are securely fastened to the chain of his metal bracelets before placing one on his right wrist. A great moment of doubt and fear slows him down before he puts on the [BDSM isolation bonnet]( https://abcplaisir.com/fr/36-cagoule-et-masque).

Once the handcuff had been placed on his head and closed, raising his hands towards the branch of his torment, he blindly checked once again that the string would allow him to retrieve the keys and then, like someone throwing himself into the sea, he closed the second handcuff on his left wrist. "That's it, I've done it!" Paul congratulates himself, despite his fears of being seen.

For a few moments, he savoured being "trapped" like a woman in a field, at the mercy of anyone. These divine moments of fantasy are somewhat castrated by his fears due to his lack of experience in this type of play and practice.     

As he sets about pulling the string to raise the keys to the handcuffs, they are suddenly jammed. Cautiously, he tries to unlock them, pulling a little harder despite his fear of breaking the string.

- Now there's a little slut who wants to get off with strangers!

Paul's throat tightens, his heart races. He says "no" with his head, tries to refute, but with the balaclava on, his voice doesn't seem loud enough to be heard.

- There's no need to pull your string, I'm the one with the keys!

Despite the bonnet, which suddenly makes him feel horribly hot, Paul tries to say that it was just a game, that his friends have tied him up and are on their way.

- Yeah, yeah, that's it, take me for a marble bitch, there's only one way to get here and I saw you come alone!

The man suddenly presses himself up against him, wrapping his arms around his body and groping his chest. "I've been such a fucking fool," Paul thought before trying to get away from the horrific touching. Instead of stopping, the sadist hugs him tighter, jerking his hips as if he's taking him from behind. His hands then moved from her breasts to her thighs, where he felt without embarrassment through her dress.

"If he touches my chastity cage, he'll understand that I'm not a woman", Paul likes to hope. Unfortunately for him, the stranger decides to attack his breasts again. He shamelessly kneaded her through the padded bra, and even worse, tried to kiss her neck. Standing with his hands cuffed high above his head, he shouts "no, stop, stop", but can't escape the sadist, whose intentions are clear! 

Suddenly, he managed to pull up her bra and attack her nipples.

- You seem to have a very nice arse, but you don't have much of a titty - it doesn't matter, we'll make do!

Paul panics as the man puts something resembling a chain around his neck. After passing it over the branch, he pulled as if he wanted to hang him. Panicking, Paul tries to fight back, but to no avail. The horror of the situation was staring him in the face: he was at the mercy of a madman!

- Here, these are the keys to the handcuffs, untie yourself and put them back on, but this time with your hands behind your back!

Paul immediately gives in, too afraid that resisting will drive the madman to hang him. Panicking, he struggles to find the keyhole in the handcuff on his left wrist.

- Come on, hurry up if you don't want me to hang you right now!

As best he could, he finally managed to free himself and, under the pull of the chain motivating him to be very "obedient", he closed the handcuff on his left wrist after putting his hands behind his back. It was with great relief that he felt the chain that could have been used to hang him loosen.

- Come on, gorgeous, let's go party! says the sadist, giving him a big slap on the backside to urge him on.

Guided by his arm, he's barely caught twice to avoid falling.

- OK, let's take off your balaclava, you'll walk faster if you can see! declares the pervert.

When he takes off the famous BDSM isolation bonnet, the awful person realises that he's not a real woman. Paul likes to hope that this man he finds hideous will set him free. But nothing of the sort happens! Although he seemed disappointed, he still seemed interested in his buttocks, which he kneaded, telling him that he had a very nice arse and that he and his friends from the plantation must have liked it.

A few minutes later, the chain still attached around his neck is hooked to the plough behind the psychopathic farmer's tractor. When Paul hears the engine start, he thinks his last hour has come. Luckily, the sadist is in low gear, the tractor is moving at a snail's pace and Paul can keep up without any problems.

Arriving at the garage after 5 minutes of traumatic walking, the pervert stops the engine, then, after dismounting, pulls a little on the chain to force Paul to bend forward and lean on the plough. Once Paul's buttocks were up, the sadist lifted his dress and complimented him on the beauty of his bottom.

- Did you like my script?  asks the owner of the fetish bed and breakfast.

- Even though I knew you were preparing a scenario for me, I have to admit that there were times when I really felt insecure!

- That was kind of the point, but as I said, here you arrive whole and leave whole and healthy. I'm just a nice psychopath! said the owner of the gîte as he released him. Frankly, you looked very beautiful dressed like that, as you'll see from the photos I took.

- Thank you, sir!

EPILOGUE

Feeling safe and above all not judged, Paul's holiday was very, very unwise in the eyes of 'wise men who can say what's right and wrong'. During his week's holiday, Paul never wore men's underwear, even when he visited the region and did his shopping. At the gîte, the suitcase containing his 'classic' clothes was rarely opened, so living as 'Pauline' kept him happy.

End


This erotic story is totally fictitious and pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons who exist or have existed or do not yet exist is purely coincidental.

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