Transgender Outdoor Self-Bondage

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Transgender Outdoor Self-Bondage
Another day of work had finished and I flew out the door just after 4:30pm on a mild March afternoon. I had still not transitioned professionally, so presented as male in the office. After work, though, I was my true self. A transwoman who was already taking hormones. I got into the car and turned out onto the main road, traffic was not too bad and I made the journey across town in under 15 minutes.

Pulling up at the side of the road, the last glimmer of daylight was fading, but the streetlamps had not yet been lit.

I reached around and grabbed my bag from the back seat. Getting out of the car and locking it, I turned and headed across the road to the university campus. Here I had discovered and developed my through self. From crossdressing in the bathroom between lectures to eventually attending lectures as female, it had fond memories for me. Heading into the nearest building, I raced up the stairs to the gender-neutral bathroom. Placing my bag on the floor, I quickly stripped off my male clothes; kicking off my shoes and socks, pulling off my sweater and tshirt, then lowering my trousers and boxers until I was fully nude. I had been on hormone replacement therapy for five months by then. My body was beginning to soften up. Well, I was always quite feminine, but HRT had worked wonders. My smooth, soft legs, chubby, shapely ass and my small breasts had begun to grow. I always had significant fat on my breasts to begin with, and hormones had grown them to a lovely B cup already. My tiny 2inch penis hug limply between my legs. I hadn’t had an erection in over a month. Not that it mattered, in a few years it would be cut off and rearranged into a beautiful vagina, with my now-empty testis being discarded.

Back to the bathroom, I pulled out my blonde wig and makeup kit. Quickly I applied my makeup and wig, then dug into my bag to pull out my clothes. First I slipped on a beautiful red and black lace thong, which glided up my smooth legs. Tucking my empty balls up the inguinal canal, I cupped my tiny penis between my legs with one hand while pulling the thong over it with the other. Admiring myself in the mirror, I looked like a sexy lingerie model. No one would ever mistake me for a ‘male’. My little breasts jiggled as I worked on pulling on my beige dress. It was sleeveless, with a deep V-neck cut and thick shoulder straps. My nipples poked through the thin fabric as my breasts settled nicely in the dress. Then I lowered the toilet seat and sat on the lid, as I put on my black tights. Then I slipped on my black ballet flat shoes and grabbed the beige trench coat, which was needed on this early Spring evening. A dash of red lipstick completed my look as I rounded up my horrible male clothes and stuffed them into the bag. I left the campus and returned the clothes bag to the car. On the floor behind the backseat was my red shoulder bag. I grabbed it and closed the door again. With a huge sigh of relief I locked the car and headed back towards campus again. The birds were chirping and there were a few students walking home after class. ‘Now I can be me again’ I said joyfully to myself. I could feel my little breasts jiggling happily under my coat, and I loved the feeling of my feet in tights as I walked in my flat shoes with their thin soles. I entered the campus gate again and headed across campus, past the library and around the corner. ‘Excuse me, Professor?’ a young female student called to me. ‘Hello, sorry I don’t think you’re one of my students’ I said to her in my soft, feminine voice. ‘Oh, sorry Professor, I thought you were Professor Smith from the Biology department,’ she mumbled embarresdly. ‘Not to worry, dear’ I reassured her. ‘You study hard now’ I encouraged her and strolled off again. I remembered Professor Smith, one of the most beautiful lecturers at the university. My heart fluttered at the thought of someone thinking I looked like her. After a few minutes I had reached the river bank. The river divides the city in two, although the campus runs right along the bank. I continued past the fabled engineering building, with its modern glass facades and well-lit cafe and followed the path along the river. A field full of trees and bushes was in between the path and the river along this stretch, and it was remarkably peaceful, with just the occasional student passing by on bike or foot, coming to or from the student residence or sports field. After fifteen minutes I finally came to the forest clearing on the right. The small wooded area was divided in two with a stream.I entered the right side first, and continued straight down to the riverside. The ground was soft and damp. At the river’s edge, I took the small path right to where I needed to go. A small open space, about 5 yards squared, protected from the path by bushes, but open to the river, with a nice, natural rocky step allowing easy access to the river. You could step in and paddle in shin-high water, or even venture further in and swim. It was a favourite spot for students to come and drink or smoke, although thankfully there was no one here now. The well-worn path was very muddy, and after a few steps my right ballet shoe had become stuck. I left it there and continued walking with one shoe, as my right foot became immediately soaked and muddy through the thin fabric of the tights. After a few more steps I reached the area. Excited, I reached inside my bag and pulled out a little plastic black ear-ring box and placed it in the mud under a bush. I stood and admired the peaceful river in the dusk, wearing just one muddied shoe while my tight-clad shoeless right foot was fully brown at this stage. I turned and headed back to the main clearing, leaving pendik escort my shoe in the mud. My left shoe inadvertently became stuck as well, so I continued on shoeless, with just my tights covering my feet. I heading back out of the wooded area towards the footpath again, feeling the sharpness of tree roots, stones and loose branches underfoot. A few steps on the cold, hard stony path and I then entered the wooded area again, this time on the other side of the stream. After a few yards I stopped and lifted up my short dress. Grabbing the waistband of my tights with both hands, I pulled them slowly down and past my ankles, letting them turn inside-out as I pulled them off one foot at a time. Standing there barefoot, my already-soaking feet enjoyed the feeling of the soil underneath. I hung my tights on a nearby tree branch and kept going. After around twenty more joyful barefoot steps I stopped and hung my bag on a nearby tree. Then I slowly removed my trenchcoat and placed it on the same branch. One shoulder strap at a time, I pulled down my thin dress as my small breasts rejoiced at the fresh, chilly air. My nipples immediately perked up as my dress fell to the floor, leaving me wearing just my lace thong, my chubby booty exposed to the elements. I stepped out of the dress on the floor with my right foot, and with my left foot I flicked it into the darkness, hearing a soft thud as it landed in an unseen location shortly after. I pulled my trench coat back on again and continued through the wooded area, only the sound of the river flowing accompanying me. A few minutes later I stopped and opened up my trenchcoat again. I slowly grabbed my thong with both hands and lowered it gently down my sleek, feminine legs, as my tiny 2 inch cock flopped into the open air, accompanied shortly after by my two empty balls, already drained of testosterone from the strong hormone therapy. As the thong fell at my ankles, I again flicked it away with one foot, watching as it disappeared into the darkness of the woods. I stood for a moment with my coat open, running my hands over my pert breasts, squeezing them gently and marvelling at how much they had grown recently. Then I continued on to the edge of the river and then swung left, following another narrow path to another clearing. This was my spot. I sat down on the river’s edge. Beneath me, the bank came up to knee height, so I could stand there on the dry bank before heading into the river to cool off, if I felt like it. There was also a nice rock just inside the river itself which offered a good seat. For now, though, I stayed on the grassy river bank wearing just my trench coat. I reached inside my bag again and pulled out the next two pieces of the puzzle, handcuffs and a bottle of wine. I pulled my arms out of the trenchcoat sleeves and d****d the coat over my shoulders. My tiny cock had disappeared again between my legs as I looked down, it looked as though I had a nice pussy just waiting to be played with. I snapped the handcuffs around both wrists, my hands in front of me, and popped the cork on the wine bottle. The chain of the cuffs jingled and my little breasts jiggled as the cork popped. My challenge: I had to drink the bottle of wine before being allowed to retrieve the handcuff key. Where was the key? Why, in the small plastic earring box I placed in the bush, back across the stream. Another twist, as my hands were cuffed, there was no way of me being able to put my clothes on before then, so I would be covered only by the trench coat which was propped over my shoulders, and it could easily fall off if I made any sudden movements, leaving me naked and exposed. Also, I hadn’t the faintest clue where my clothes actually were, due to the volume of trees and the darkness. I also hated wine, and felt my tongue burn as I drank the first gulp. There I was, naked, handcuffed at the river’s edge, forcing myself to drink a full litre of wine before allowing myself to begin a naked search in the darkness for the key, and then having to find my clothes amongst the endless trees and bushes. After another few raspy mouthfuls of wine, I heard a few thuds and voices from the football pitch nearby. The pitch was literally fifty yards from the forest, although there were plenty of trees between them. Sounded like one of the university teams had begun their evening training. Taking another gulp of wine while playfully caressing my breasts, I fantasised about one of the male players coming over to retrieve a stray football, discovering me naked and tipsy, and demanding that I suck his cock. If I could keep my legs closed while doing it, he would be none the wiser. That was just a fantasy of course, and I quickly snapped out of it upon taking my next sip of wine. It could also be the girls team, I thought. Maybe a few of the girls would come down to the river side after training to cool off in the water, discover me and decide to have some fun with me. A naked, drunk, handcuffed slave. Tie me to a tree, whip me and really make me pay for having that stupid clump of meat between my legs. ‘Ooooh’ I groaned as I clasped my breast harder at the thought of this fantasy. After around thirty minutes, I had finally drank the last drop of the bottle. Feeling tipsy and horny, I caressed my body with the cold bottle, the glass clinking against the metal handcuffs. I lowered myself down onto the bank in front of me, my trench coat slipping off as I did so. Fully naked, handcuffed and tipsy, I reached down and teased my asshole with the spout of the bottle. I felt it opening up, hungry for penetration, so I slipped it inside, no lube required. In a quarter squat, I drilled my asshole with the wine bottle as best as the handcuffs orhanlı escort would allow, clink, clink, clink, groaning with each thrust further inside my asshole. I lifted my left leg and placed it on the nearby rock, allowing for better and more consistent self-fucking and penetration. My tiny cock hung limply in the breeze, unable to capitalise on this moment of sheer pleasure, my breasts jiggling gleefully in the cold evening air, enjoying the excitement. After ten minutes or so, my stomach tightened and then released, as I gasped in orgasm. In spite of the cold evening and being naked, I was dripping in sweat after the rigorous ass-fucking and orgasm I had given myself. I slowly slid the bottle neck out of my tight, juicy asshole with a soft pop. The alcohol was really in my system now, and I felt great. I placed the wine bottle in my bag, I could get some more pleasure out of it later. Standing naked and cuffed on the river bank, I slowly cupped my tiny, soft cock with both hands. I attempted to stroke, the smooth foreskin rubbing against the tiny, soft tip. After a few minutes without even the tiniest glimpse of hardness, I stopped. Slowly, I took a few steps and dipped my toes into the cold river. The water stung my feet for a second, but then the alcohol numbed the pain and soon I was waist deep in the river. I leaned my ass against the rock and stood in the river. The whistle blew on the football pitch, training was over. Again, I had a quick fantasy about being caught here by the players, naked, tipsy and handcuffed. From the sound of things, though, they were making their way to the dressing rooms, in the opposite direction to me. After a few minutes I began sobering up a bit and decided to make my way out. Dripping wet, I climbed up onto the back, rolling over my coat on my way. I bent down and with my cuffed hands, picked it up. I attempted to prop it over my shoulders again, but it was impossible with my hands bound. After a few more attempts, I let it drop on the ground, resigned to having to look for the handcuff key fully naked. Shivering, I made my way back along the path, naked and barefoot, dripping wet from the river. Clink, clink went my handcuffs as I walked as quickly as possible. I came to the open area of the forest, where I had originally stripped off. Suddenly I heard a rustling in the bushes. A dog. ‘Is someone there, Rosie?’ her owner called. I quickly hid behind a tree. The lights from the nearby carpark cast shadows through the woods, and I could see them thankfully moving away from my position. Keen not to alert the dog’s sensitive ears with my cuffs, I stayed still a while longer. I heard a splash and realized that the dog had jumped into the river. ‘Good girl’ said her owner as she emerged with a stick in her mouth. Another splash, and Rosie was fetching the stick again. Looks like I was going to have to be a bit more patient. By this stage the alcohol was wearing off and I was freezing. I began to shiver. My boobs jiggled again, nipples erect in the cold air. Clink, clink, clink went my cuffs. I heard the crunch of a footstep as the dog owner looked around, I hugged myself in an effort to stay warm and stop the shivering. My back was to the tree, and the owner, but I heard more crunching footsteps as she inched towards my location. I willed myself to be still, although I was naked, freezing, wet and my heart was pounding at the thought of being discovered. The woman was no more than three meters away now, judging by the sound of her footsteps. I was trapped. My tiny cock had disappeared between my legs again, through both the cold and the fear. Suddenly, the dog barked and the owner turned around. ‘Okay Rosie, I’m coming’, called her owner and she walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned as slowly as I could, while not making noise, to watch as they walked away towards the path. I waited another moment to be sure, then emerged from behind the tree and continued through the woods, my cuffs jingling and my breasts jiggling, while I winced in pain every few steps as my bare feet stepped on a stray branch or stone. When I reached the stream, I had a dilemma. The key was on the other side. Normally, I would have crossed the stream as it is only ankle deep. On this occasion, however, being both tipsy, handcuffed, which meant I could not grab onto something if I fell, and shivering cold; my only option was to go to the footpath and enter through the other side of the woods. I quickly made my way through the wooded area towards the footpath, stopping every few steps to ensure there was no one coming. I could see the footpath up ahead, just beyond the trees. I slipped in behind a tree on one occasion as a student went past on a bicycle. The doors of one or two cars slammed shut in the nearby carpark, as students headed for home. Finally, I made it to the path. I carefully hid behind the front tree, to ensure the coast was clear. The path was illuminated from the lights of the nearby carpark, so I would be fully exposed as soon as I stepped out. I heard footsteps and looked left, two women were jogging towards me. I quickly turned and ran back a few steps into the woods, my boobs jiggling and cuffs jingling, anxiously waiting for them to pass, hoping they wouldn’t see or hear me. After what felt like an eternity, they jogged passed and I cautiously made my way to the path again. Now it was empty so I quickly stepped out and hurried the ten or so meters to the other forest entrance. With relief I stepped inside. I almost ended up on my face after tripping over a tree root, but thankfully regained my balance in time. I made my way down to the riverside. I panicked, hoping that students hadn’t decided to take aydınlı escort advantage of the dry evening and go drinking at the spot where I hid my key. I slowly made my way down the muddy path, passing by my ballet pumps which had become stuck there and slipped off a few hours earlier. Thankfully, the area was clear. I paused for a second to catch my breath. Naked, handcuffed and shivering, I looked for the key amongst the bushes. On my hands and knees, frantically searching, I couldn’t find the small black box. Shit, I thought, what if someone had found it and taken it? Or if the dog had stumbled across it? I’d be stuck in the woods, naked and handcuffed, with maybe the slight hope of waiting until the early hours of morning, well past midnight, to sneak home naked without too many people seeing me. Suddenly, amidst my panic, my fingers struck the box. I eagerly pulled it out and with numb fingers popped it open. The key went flying and landed somewhere in the darkness. Shit. I dropped to my knees and frantically searched in the wet, cold grass for it. Thankfully I found it and eventually opened the cuffs. Phew, I let out a sigh of relief, but that was short-lived as I realized I was still naked and had no idea where my clothes were. I grabbed my shoes from the muddy path as I made my way back to the main wooded area, my numb toes caked in mud. Once again, I needed to cross the stream. Although my hands were now free, it was still too risky in the darkness to cross the stream, so I decided to take a chance on the footpath again. I walked quickly through the trees and towards the path, it becoming more illuminated the closer I got. This time, it was empty. Just a few yards away, however, was the entrance to the car park. In front of the car park was a large grassy area, around 100 yards long and sixty wide. Dare I take a naked evening stroll up there, enjoying the excitement of being spotted by those returning to their cars at the end of the day? I decided I had enough excitement for one evening and continued back to the woods. I searched along the trees at the start for my tights, and by chance, while walking along, I brushed into them with my face. I gleefully grabbed them and continued on. I couldn’t remember where I had taken off my dress, so I decided to bring what I had so far back to where my coat and bag were and continue from there. Slowly but surely I made my way back to the coat without encountering anyone else. I dropped the cuffs, shoes and tights on the floor and grabbed my coat. Wrapping it around my freezing, naked body, I set off barefoot in search of my dress and thong. I realized I would have to search in the dark amongst the bushes and trees. I entered an area of crowded bushes and searched high and low. Suddenly, I couldn’t move. My coat had become snagged on something. I tried to free it, but it wouldn’t budge. Cold, naked and just wanting to go home, I reluctantly slipped my arms out of my coat sleeves so that I could continue. I wrapped my arms around my naked body in an effort to preserve heat, as I shivered frantically. Then I heard footsteps. Two or three girls were also in the woods. ‘What did you find, Michelle?’ said one of them. They were around twenty meters ahead of me. ‘Wow, it’s a sexy dress!’ The other girl responded. Shit! They had found my dress! How was I supposed to get it back? Just approach them naked, with my tiny cock tucked between my legs, covering my modest breasts? Then I realized I had to make sure they didn’t see me. I hid behind a tree again and waited as they continued walking. They came within five meters of my location but kept going. There were two girls, holding hands. ‘I wonder how that dress got here? Asked one of them. ‘Maybe someone was getting naughty’ suggested the other. ‘Maybe they’re still here!’ the first girl gasped. Soon, they were out of earshot. I kept going in my quest to at least find my thong. After twenty minutes or so of stumbling around in the woods, naked and freezing cold, I realized it was hopeless trying to find the thong. I made my way back towards my bag again, at least I had my tights and shoes, and I might be able to salvage my coat. Up ahead, I spotted my coat, stuck in a tree. Just before I ran towards it, I heard the girls coming again. ‘Wow, exclaimed one of them, that’s a nice coat’. ‘Shouldn’t we just leave it there for the owner? Said the other one. ‘ehhh, doesn’t look like they’re coming back honey, and besides, wouldn’t you rather see me wearing it than it just being left in the woods to get all wet and dirty?’ she replied. I gasped as she approached my coat and after a moment, managed to tug it free. I was squatting naked behind a bush, hoping that they wouldn’t approach me or see my shadows. The girl threw the coat around her and they continued walking towards the footpath, away from me. I took a few deep breaths and then summoned enough strength to continue on. What had been intended as a fun evening of self-bondage had turned into an embarrassing situation where my clothes were stolen and I was stranded naked in the woods. Thankfully, I at least had my shoes and tights to cover some of my modesty. I hurried over to the river bank where I had left them. Oh no, I gasped. Gone. They had taken the shoes and tights too. I frantically searched around. Then I dropped to my knees and peered over the edge. My bag had fallen over and was lying on the river bank, just inches from the water. I must have knocked it over in my drunken climb earlier. I slid down and grabbed my bag. In it were the car keys and wine bottle. Nothing else. I was naked, cold and trapped in the woods. If I could just make it to my car, everything would be fine, my male clothes were still there. But that was a huge distance. All through campus, then crossing the main road. I would have to wait another few hours, until well after midnight, before I made my escape. I huddled down to keep warm, my naked body shivering.

To be continued.

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