A Crossdress/Bondage fetish story I am working on.

The Thrift Store

Pt 1

I'm building up the nerve to try to take some new pics tonight for my
favorite crossdressing chat room and I want to look sexy. Wearing my
stretch lycra pink panties under my regular mens clothes, I decided to
head off to the thrift store to look for a new dress. It's usually
empty in there and the counter guy is usually oblivious to what his
patrons are buying there anyway, at least in my experiencees there.

I walk in to an empty store. No customers that I can see. Nothing but
racks of clothing line the walls. This gives me a chance to look the
dresses over without much embarrassment. The counter guy, a middle aged
latino man barely noticed me walk in. He didn't even look up from his
paper.

After a few minutes of looking, I spot a nice tight red lycra dress.
High collar, long sleeved and length just above the knees. I have to
estimate the size but I think that I'll fit it, especially since I'm so
slim and it can stretch. I already feel a tingle in my crotch I'm so
excited. The store is still empty. It's just me and the shopkeep. After
looking around nervously I muster up the courage to walk to the counter
as casually as possible and make my purchase.

I place the dress on the counter. I don't even look up to see his
reaction. I'm so nervous. I just want to get out of there as quickly as
possible so I can go home, try it on, take some pics and update my
imagefap page. He looks at it for a second, finds the price tag and
begins to ring me up. He don't even glance at me when i hear him say
"You know, you should really try this on to see if it fits first. All
sales are final." What the hell? Is he fucking with me? My heart racing
nervously.

"Theres a fitting room in the back. You better get to it," he then says.

"Umm uhh... okay."

What the fuck was I doing? I should be getting out of here. Why didn't
I lie and say no it's not for me or something. What if customers walk
in? Okay, stay calm. Lets get this over with.

I walk the the back of the store where the fitting rooms are. There are
only two of them. I step into the one on the right, draw the curtain and
begin to undress. Before long, I'm standing there in only my panties.
They are already beginning to bulge from excitement. I pull the dress
over my head. Slide my arms into the sleeves and pull it down over my
body. Tighter than I thought, it clings to me like a second skin. I
slide it down over my panties and the feeling is making me crazy. My
cock instantly stiffens. I think I may have u*********sly let out a
small moan. I pull the bottom down below my knees, as low as it will go
and smooth out any wrinkles. It's longer than I thought as well. Almost
near my ankles. It looks stunning. I shake my hips and wriggle around in
it, admiring my own body in it. The bulge of my erect cock pressed
against my belly by two tight layers of fabric. My panty line clearly
visible, it frames my ass perfectly.

I wriggle around some more, jutting my ass out as I try to get a better
look at it in the mirror when I suddenly hear "Everything alright in
there?"

Oh my god. It's the shopkeep and he's right outside the dressing room.
I'm so nervous I can barely speak. All I can muster is. "Nuh nuh no! I'm
fine. Everything is fine. Thank you."

"It sound like your having some trouble. Let me see."

His hand slowly grabs the curtain to pull it aside. Why are there no
locks or a latch or something? I freeze in fear, unable to say anything.
He stares at me for a long moment looking me up and down. A devious
smirk creeps across his face. My face turns red as I grab my shirt
holding it in front of me it a pathetic attempt to hide my bulging
erection. "Yeah, you'll do," he mutters.


Pt 2

Paralyzied with fear I try to protest, but I barely stutter. He steps
into the fitting room backing me up. My ass pressed against the glass
mirror. My hands uselessly clutching onto my shirt barely able to cover
the form fitting dress I'm in. I feel his breath on my neck. Reaching
into his pocket, he pulls out a black leather collar and places it
around my neck and locking it in place. Then clicking it to a leather
leash that was hanging from a bolt above the mirror. I was so occupied
with the dress and how it felt in it, that I didn't even notice it.

"What are you doing?" I barely stutter out. The leash is so high up and
there is no slack so I have to stand on my toes to keep from choking. I
can barely move my head. My ass backed up against the mirror, I try to
grab at the collar to undo it or at least loosen it but my hands are
shaking. "Oh no you don't." He grabs my wrists and one at a time zip
ties them to large eye hooks on either side of the mirror that are about
waist height. Then throwing my clothes into a duffel bag he walks away
leaving the curtain wide open. I'm left helpless with my wrists fastened
to the wall behind me. What if someone walks in?

"Are you serious? What the hell are you doing?" I muster the courage to
yell out.

Trapped in this tiny room in this tight, slinky dress, I begin to panic.
This room faces the front of the store. Anyone walking by who looks in
can potentially see me and certainly anyone who comes into the store. I
tug at my bonds but they're on tight and they are strong and I have no
leverage standing on my toes straight up against the mirror to keep from
choking.

He steps back into view near the front of the store and locks the door.
Then grabbing a bag from behind the counter he walks back toward me. My
heart begins to race again. I try to twist my hips to hide my erection
from being so obvious but my struggles only seem to exaggerate it as I
roll my ass across the mirror. All I actually do is make it more
prominent. "This is crazy. Please let me go" I plea. Stepping close to
me he grabs my face, squeezing it a little so that my mouth puckers.
Sshhhhhhh. He then reaches into the duffel bag and pulls out a wig and
places it on my head. A black one, shoulder length with bangs. Not
unlike Betty Page. It even has a red bow sewn into the top which matches
my dress perfectly. He then pulls out a pair of black, 5 inch high
heels and begins to put them on my feet. I've never worn heels before.
My feet arch and my weight shifts forward as he locks the straps around
my ankles. The added hight helps the collar from choking me so much. I
can also now look down again. "There bitch. Now your ready." He slowly
begins to stand up when he stops at my crotch. "You like this don't
you?" sliding his finger up and down the erection in my dress. My body
shudders at the touch and I let out a moan. Wriggling against the
mirror, vainly trying to avoid his teasing touch. "I... I... No. This is
crazy. Please stop."

Slowly he continues, now using his whole hand to slide up and down my
rigid bulge. I try to ignore it but I can't. It feels amazing. I try to
turn my head away in shame, biting by lower lip but I just can't stop
pushing my hips toward his touch, I writhe. "Puh... Please... " I barely
stutter out. I'm loosing the ability to form words. My knees shake every
time his hand slides up my shaft, and in this dress it's obvious that
I'lm loosing control of myself.

Suddenly he stops. "Nuuhh!" For a few seconds I continue to thrust and
writhe toward him. My body begging for his touch to continue. "What the
fuck is this?" he says at me. His latin accent more prominent now. I try
to regain focus as I look down to see a precum stain soaking through the
dress where the tip of my cock is. "Ohh.. umm... I'm sorry.. I..uhh," I
shakily mutter. "You haven't even paid for it yet. Well, you're going to
pay now you little sissy bitch."

After undoing the latch on my collar and adding a new leash that he is
now holding, he Reaches behind my knees and pulls my legs forward
causing me to drop on my knees. It takes little effort since my legs
feel like rubber bands. My arms still zip tied to the corners behind me,
cause my back to arch forward, he pulls on my leash drawing my head
toward his crotch. I turn my head as he presses it against my face. I
feel his excitement as he slides it across my mouth. I begin to panic
again. I've never done this kind of thing before. I can already smell
the sweat coming off it. I'm so turned on though. I'll do anything. It's
like I'm no longer in control of myself.

He unzips and pulls out an already chubby cock. I try to twist away. The
bulge in my dress still straining for release. He pulls on my leash and
tells me to open up, pressing against my face until I open my mouth. I
taste the saltiness of it as it's placed on my tongue. Using the leash,
he pulls me forward forcing it to slide all the way in. After several
slow thrusts, I can already feel him growing and getting harder in my
mouth. He begins to pick up pace. Using the leash to hold my head in
place I gag a little. Tears begin to drip down my face. Every time I try
to pull away, he uses the collar to pull me in. His meaty cock filling
my mouth more and more with every thrust. My mouth is so wet. There is
drool everywhere. I let out several mmmpfffsss and moans as his pace
picks up. I try to say, "Please, stop. No more," but the only noise that
escapes me is a garbled, wet mess. I look up at him with pleading eyes
hoping he'll see the fear and desperation. Looking back down on me, he
just smirks and continues to thrust deeper into my mouth. Then grabbing
me by the back of my head he holds his cock deep in my throat as he
explodes. My nose pressed up against his belly. I gag as he thrust 3
more times forcing me to swallow. My vocal protest only comes out as a
garbled mmmppfff.

Slowly he pulls out of my mouth. Cum and drool come pouring out as well.
He quickly scoops up the mess from my chin and lips and pushes it all
back into my mouth. "Oh no. You're going to swallow every last bit." His
hand clamped tight over my mouth, holding it closed until I swallow. It
tastes awful but I swallow it all. Squinting my eyes in displeasure
causing me to tear up again.


Part 3

Still holding my mouth shut, he reaches his other hand into his duffel
bag and pulls out a pair of cotton panties and quickly begins stuffing
them into my cum filled mouth. A roll of duct tape is pulled from the
bag as well as he then begins tightly wrapping it over my mouth and
around my head, keeping the panties, cum and any noise that I make from
ever getting out. I stare at him in disbelief through teary eyes. How
did I let this happen?

At that moment I hear a slight movement coming from the next fitting
room, followed by what sounded like a mew. He quickly gets up and goes
over to the other room, out of my line of sight. The mew is now the
sound of someone yelling into a gag, not unlike mine. MMMPFFF!! I hear a
slight scuffle of movement and then a loud slap then a muffled squeal.
After listening to some more movement and the sound of snaps, he steps
back into sight, only this time with he is dragging a small pantyhose
gagged asian girl by the loop of her collar. She is strikingly cute.
Dressed in a tight short pink dress with black thigh high stockings that
are garter strapped to the bottom of her dress. Her short hair in little
pigtails. Hands at her side she looks as surprised to see me as I am to
see her. I must have been quite the shocking sight with my hands bound
behind me, gagged in a tight red dress, soaked in drool and cum.

It was then that I noticed the bulge in her dress. This was another
a*****ed boy made into this creep's very own sissy boy. His hand on her
shoulder, he pushes her down to her knees in front of me so we're now
face to face. I clearly see her frightened, beautiful eyes under her
makeup and dried tears. Pulling her arms around my body, he zip-ties her
hands behind my back, trapping me in her embrace. I feel her body shift
and squirm against mine. The shopkeep then pulls some white rope out of
his bag and being wrapping it around both our bodies forcing us to be
pressed together. I shake my head as to protest but my eyes never leave
her's. He then runs the rope between our legs like a crotchrope for two.
Pulling tighter, I feel out bulges press against each other. I feel
myself getting hard again, and so is she. I let out a moan as he tightly
ties it off then steps back for a moment to admire his handiwork, then
leaning over to give her a sharp smack on the ass. She squeals into her
gag as I feel her bulge shudder against mine. I can't stop myself from
trying to grind my crotch against her. She seems to be doing the same,
though we're tied together so tight she might just be struggling to
escape.