Divine Dressed and Distressed: 2014

I thought I'd try a story in honor of Tina's return. :-)

It started so long ago with an exchange of emails. She was in a forum, chatting about fantasies and there he was. He understood her like no one had before. Then again, she never really told anyone about her nylon fetish or her love of bondage and encasement. They exchanged pictures. He was nice looking, heavy, a devilish smile. He thought she was scrumptious. He wanted to help fulfill her fantasies.

That’s how Mark and Lydia began. There’s only one little catch, Lydia’s real name is Nick and Mark was gay. Mark wanted Nick. Lydia wanted Mark. Nick didn’t want Mark. It was a strange little relationship they had.

Lydia pondered her current situation. “How in the world did this happen?” she thought as she wiggled her nylon and belt bound legs. Her arms were pinned behind her in both nylon and belts but the nylon gave slightly preventing her from getting numb hands. That’s why she loved her nylons so. They were very tight, yet forgiving just enough.

She remembered her first meeting with Mark. She was nervous. They had chatted and emailed about all her deepest fantasies. He was simply looking for a submissive cub but was willing to try anything new. Lydia was certainly new. They built trust. They built and understanding. They finally met and Nick became Lydia for the first time in the presence of a man, or anyone for that matter. He thought it was funny but looked past her attire. He didn’t know much about rope bondage. She had to teach him. Years of practicing self bondage had made her an expert.

The first meeting was fantastic even though there was no sex to speak of. Over time, they became comfortable in their play. Sometimes it was amazing. Other times there were missteps. Someday Lydia will have to describe the most memorable play times; but not now. Now, she has to concentrate on what to do next. She tries to push the ball gag out of her mouth but it’s very tightly strapped in and the nylon covering her face is holding it firmly in place.

Thinking back, she realized a cross dresser into nylon encasement and bondage was never Mark’s thing. She wanted him to ravish her but he didn’t want her, he wanted a naked, unbound Nick. Nick couldn’t do it no matter how much Lydia insisted. After all, he wasn’t really gay, just a woman trapped in a man’s body. Lydia just couldn’t be Lydia without her clothes and she wanted to be taken so badly.

She spoke often of the kidnapped for sex fantasy. She longed to make it happen but he never understood her desires and couldn’t really enjoy her fantasy nor could she enjoy his. But they had been together for so long it had become a routine. Nick would arrive, Lydia would emerge from the bedroom, Mark would tie and gag her as she taught him and then he would touch her and let her writhe about until she came until she was spent. When it was over, Lydia hugged Mark, Nick returned to gather her clothes and leave. Neither of them truly satisfied with the encounter.

Times got tougher for Mark. He was between jobs and the bills, although getting paid, were just barely being made. One evening his friends took him out to their favorite bar. Conversation turned to Mark’s lovers and he described Lydia and her peculiar ways. A man was sitting near him and heard the conversation. He was intrigued.

As the evening progressed, the man introduced himself to Mark and bought him a drink.

“Hi, I’m Adam. I couldn’t help but overhear your story of Lydia. Tell me more.”

Mark did just that. He spoke of all the things she liked and all her fantasies. He told Adam everything he knew about her. Adam, in turn, told Mark about his love of CD/TS women and his need for heavy bondage. Adam also spoke of his fetishes for nylons and shoes and leather attire to be worn by those he bedded. He then quietly made his move.

“You know Mark; I also over-heard you’re having some money problems.”

“Yes,” Mark replied almost embarrassingly, “I have been making ends meet but just barely. It would be nice to have more than just the minimum to survive for a change.”

“Well, I have an offer. I would like to make Lydia’s fantasies come true and I would like to hire you to help make that happen. How would you like to make $1,500 doing just that?”

Mark was surprised. “Exactly what would I have to do?”

“Just email me when you set up your next session with her. I’ll prepare an adventure for her. On the night you have her, makes sure she’s encased in her favorite nylons, gag her, plug her, then send me a pic. If she’s what you say she is, I’ll come over, we can load her, her girl clothes and all her ropes and bondage toys into my vehicle and I’ll give her the adventure of a lifetime. You will be richer for it. Even if she’s not what you describe, here’s $100 just for entertaining the idea. Sound like an offer you can accept?”

“Yes, actually. I just can’t give her what she wants because it’s not my thing. It’s obviously yours. But you can’t hurt her. I don’t know you, how can I trust you?

“Here is my card. It has my name, e-mail, cell-phone and even my address. I don’t just give this out to anyone but I’m taking a leap of faith that you won’t abuse it. In turn, I’m hoping you’ll take a leap of faith and trust me when I say I’ve been looking for the perfect play partner for a very long time and I’ve got nothing but her best interests at heart.”

Mark thought, and smiled. For some reason, Adam just seemed like a man he could trust. He shook his hand and pocketed his card. They laughed and joked a little more before Adam bit Mark a farewell.

A few days later Mark messaged Lydia.

MB: I want to play with you. Can you come over?

LD: When?

MB: When you can, I know your schedule is hard to get around sometimes.

LD: I can actually come over Friday.

MB: How long can you stay?

LD: Actually, I was going to ask you if we could play. I don’t have to be home until Saturday morning so I can stay late if you want.

MB: How late?

LD: Is 3:00 a.m. to late?

MB: Perfect.

LD: :-D

MB: What are you going to wear?

LD: Nylons silly.

MB: Ha ha. Seriously, what outfit will you put on for me.

LD: I don’t know. Any requests? How about the leather skirt and red silk blouse?

MB: Actually, bring your whole wardrobe. Bring all your bondage toys too. If we have that long to play, we should have all our options available.

LD: Sounds like a lot of fun!

MB: What time can you come over?

LD: I’ll be there right after work. 6:00 p.m. too early?

MB: Nope, 9 hours of bondage fun. Can you handle it?

LD: You know me, as long as I’m dressed, bound and gagged, I’m happy.

MB: Good, see you then.

Mark then emailed Adam to let him know the details. Adam started making his preparations.

The night came and Nick arrived right on time, a suitcase and his toy bag in tow. He went straight to the spare bedroom and laid out his outfits and shoes. He laid out his nylons and ropes as well as his gags and plugs. He then proceeded to dress in a leather skirt, red silk blouse, black nylons and 6” heels. Lydia emerged and smiled as she looked particularly feminine that evening. She kissed and rubbed on Mark then cuddled with him on the couch watching one of some of his gay porn to get him in the mood. She didn’t mind even though it wasn’t her thing. Mark loved it and she would rub him as he watched hoping that maybe tonight would be the night she’d be ravished.

Finally Mark stood and said, “I want to encase you.” Lydia smiled and jumped to her feet, her heels clicking down the hall to the spare bedroom in excitement. A short time later, Mark helped her slide a butt plug into her and pulled her hose back up, and then another pair to encase her legs together into a single leg. With a little help from Mark, her head and arms were also encased, the single leg acting like an arm binder. Mark pulled the belts from her toy bag and applied them unusually tight. He gagged her with a ball gag before pulling more nylons over her head and up her arms. Then he finished it with more belts. She lay there, happy, wondering what he was going to do next, hoping.

He rubbed her and molested her, telling her that she was going to be sold and that her buyer would be there soon to take her and use her for as long as he saw fit. She smiled and thought, “Finally, he gets my fantasy. If only it were true.” Soon he was taking pictures, telling her he was sending them to her buyer. “Nice touch” she thought as she squirmed and moved, the nylon rubbing her while the plug made it feel like she was being taken, if only partially.

Mark then left the room. She didn’t mind. She liked being left alone in her bondage. If only he’d chain her to the bed so she couldn’t roll off or get away. He never thought of details like that.

A long time passed as she rubbed and squirmed and managed to cum once. She was on her way to another orgasm when the door bell rang. She froze, wondering what Mark was up to and who could be at the door. She heard hushed voices. One of them was clearly Mark but the other was an unknown man’s voice.

She heard footsteps.

She stared at the tall man walking toward her to sit next to her on the bed. She knew she couldn’t exactly get away or protest more than muffled or distorted words.

“Hello Lydia,” the man surprised her calling her by name. “I’ve made an arrangement with Mark. You and I are going to play for the rest of the night. But we need to get you and your things to my playroom.”

Lydia screamed a long and fearful “NO” but all that came out was an almost seductive “MMMMMMMM” as he tied a rope around her belted ankles and pulled it to her wrists, bending her into a tight hogtie. He then secured her gag with another layer of tape and placed a stiff collar around her neck then covered her head with more nylon obscuring her vision further. He motioned to Mark to gather her things and put them in his car. While Mark did that, he began to caress her and rubbed her bottom, pushing the plug inside her further. She was scared and excited. She struggled and it excited her more.

When Mark returned, she watched in horror as Adam counted out 15 $100 dollar bills and asked him to help move her to the car. “I can’t believe he actually sold me!” Adam and Mark picked her up and carried her to the garage where Adam had backed in his car. They put her face down on a soft blanket in the trunk. Adam attached a chain to her collar, looped it around her ankles, threaded it through the trunk structure and then clipped it again to her collar with a lock. Even if she managed to get out of rope, the belts and her nylon encasement, those chains were not going to let her escape. It’s the details that did it for her. She began to squirm.

The last thing she heard before Adam drove off was Mark closing the trunk, patting it and stating with a smile in his voice, “Have fun Lydia.”

On the way there she struggled and came for a second time. Who was this man and how did he know her fantasies so well? She heard a garage door open and close. Then the light flooded in as he opened the trunk and unlocked the chain. He lifted her out and undid the hogtie rope. “We’ll get your things later. Right now, I have an urgent need to take you!”

She was scared and excited as he made her hop down the hall to a room with a mattress on the floor, ropes, chains, pulleys, and all kinds of bondage equipment hanging on the wall and from the ceiling. He laid her down on the bed. For Lydia, the fun was just about to start.

“But for how long?” she wondered as he returned and attached a chain from her collar to a bolt on the floor near the bed.

It’s those little details that count the most!