A Day at Central Park

by Hiliary Mariadubh nicSeamus

 

From the period of 1966 to 1973 I lived in NYC, and being even then a transgender I was on hormones and living 24/7 as a female with an older female friend who decided this was the appropriate time to explore her bi/lesbian inclinations of her sexual nature - and as I was her lover as well as roomie, it was decided we would live as a lesbian couple.

BD and light SM were the basis of the disciplines Phyllis used on me for any and all infractions -- 5 swats from a cane if my stockings were not straight (pantyhose rarely if ever worn, and stockings HAD to have a seam), spots on my clothes (always dressed in white on white - and impossible to keep clean when doing dirty work around apartment, etc). My arm binder was one of the people in the Village made to order to fit me and was frequently used - sometimes 3 to 4 days a week without respite -- I was limber and flexible enough than to wear it for what would be called impossible long periods of time. Frequently it was used just because Phyllis liked what it did to my breasts (genetically large B+ and C sizes are common in my family very early in development) and mine grew very fast and the arm binder kept them nicely on display and very prominent for either toying with or being punished with a very thin, very nasty cane, whichever Phyllis desired. Being out in public wearing it was so common that most of the time no mention was made by onlookers - after all, This is New York, The Big Apple, etc/ And such is the theme of what I am about to tell you.

David (not his real name - today he is a mover and shaker in N.Y. State) had complained -- again.. On our date I refused to give him a bj, (whenever I was out of the apartment and frequently 24/7 I wore a leather chastity belt with a linked chain-mail type lining and a soft leather lining over that for protection, and when Phyllis was having her period first thing in morning would be massive colonic and than enema to clean me out and than the 2-˝ inch by 8 inch plug that would be inserted after she inserted a suppository that would not start work at once, but after several hours and then due to capsules in the suppository release a substance she got from a pharmacist she worked with at the hospital which would induce cramps, and an oral capsule I took each day would induce bloating so I could feel similar effects to what she was feeling - and the plug would not only retain the goodies until she would unlock it and release me so I could relieve myself, but also remind me of how uncomfortable some women find anything placed in their vagina), and he had to be satisfied with a hand job.

Well, Phyllis used this as an excuse to teach me a lesson <giggle>

Soon as I was dressed for the day - bra and panties (was very warm so bra was sheerest I had, panties were her idea over chastity belt), almost transparent gauze mini dress with my corset (made by same worker who made the chastity belt and arm binder - both of these also with the chain-mail type lining between layers of leather and heavily boned as well), stockings gartered to the corset, my usual shoes - 4-inch spike heels, with locking ankle straps so they could not be removed, my 3-inch high slave collar (also lined as chastity belt, corset, arm binder and like them, locked on so I could not remove it) and for extra effect a pair of ankle cuffs, made like the rest - only the matching wrist and elbow cuffs were not used cause I saw the arm binder among the things laid-out on the bed for me.

So, once dressed, my ass-length hair brushed-out and held in place by a folded scarf over the top of my head and tied at back under the hair and my make-up applied, I submissively stood while she applied the arm binder. In doing this, she always used a very soft strap to secure my wrists together and the strap remained on until the arm binder would be removed. Once my hands were in place in the pocket, she began to lace it - and soon my elbows were touching and she was using a lacing hook to tighten it further so the edges met. Once done, my shoulder straps went over my shoulders, crossing just above my breasts and secured at the arm binder. Than on went the collar which held my head in a forward facing position - not a posture collar, but high enough to discourage bending my neck to look down - would have to bend at hips (corset made bending at waist a very impractical idea) if I wanted to look down. Ankle cuffs were also applied, but no hobble. Now since my restraints were black, and my clothing - including stockings - was all white, my situation would be obvious from a good distance. A harness like would be used to keep a toddler at hand was locked on and the belt attached to my arm binder and going around my waist was secured in place so I could not even move my bound arms around for relief if I wanted. To show her displeasure at my behavior (her philosophy was that a submissive‘s mouth is for the pleasure of any Dominant who chooses to use it - or whoever the Dominant decides could use it) a ring gag was also strapped on keeping my mouth open, and attached to it, hanging down obscenely was a plug that would fit the ring and snaps on either side would secure it to the strap of the gag around my head.

So dressed and secured, I was led to a high stool in a corner, helped onto it and my ankles locked to rings on the legs and the lead on my collar (built-in could not be removed) secured to a ring on the wall in front of me and here I was to wait until Phyllis would either release me or apply whatever discipline she decided was appropriate. I sat there for at least 3 hours, and the external 1-inch projection on the butt plug constantly reminded me in a very sensitive manner of my transgression. Finally Phyllis released me from the stool and took the plug out of my ring gag.

"Hiliary, a cab is going to arrive shortly to take you to B____________’s where I want you to see to it that everything on this list is purchased and shipping to here arranged for. And no…" (to my pleading look) "… I will remove your gag but it will hang from around your neck - the note attached to the list will state that if you are deemed to be insolent or cheeky the gag is to be immediately applied and the plug inserted and they will notify me and in meantime you will be secured as uncomfortably as they can decide until I arrive."

Once the gag was removed and my lipstick and makeup repaired (gags like that always make me drool like a flowing stream - so I was bent as far forward as possible while on that stool) I didn’t protest - I knew that rough as things were for me now any protest would be worse.

The cab came - I recognized the driver - Phyllis uses him as a "keeper" whenever she sends me out on an errand and I am in restraints.

"Well Hiliary, screwed up again I see" was his comment as he read a separate note from Phyllis telling where I was to go, and how I was to be treated while in his custody. In seconds he used a padlock to secure my ankles together, lifted my legs and tucked my ankles underneath me and used another padlock to secure the fingers of the arm binder to my bound ankles, secured the seat belt and than added a set of straps crossing my body from behind my shoulders, over my shoulders, crossing my torso between my breasts and down to my hips pushing me tightly into the very firm back of the seat I was on. Than my gag was restored, plug and all and off we went.

It was obvious Phyllis instructed him to take the longest route to the store, and to hit as many stoplights as possible so I would have maximum exposure at the stoplights -- and they were very long stops.

Finally we arrived at the store, but instead of using the parking facility the store had, and using the inside entrance, he parked inside and led me outside and around to the main entrance of the store. As I had been in somewhat similar restraint before when coming here, m situation only drew a smile from the doorman.

Inside, I was led to the various departments specified on the list, and as each order was filled, my credit card was brought out and used to pay for the order and he signed for it (one of the first things Phyllis set up at the start was that she and the cabbie had the authority to sign for my charges on my card - though the bill would be mine to pay). Finally, done - so I thought. But no, I was led to another department - the spa, where everything but my arm binder and chastity were removed (well, the collar and gag stayed - my clothes did not stay - indeed, good ting the dress was sleeveless and had a halter type neckline that used a string to secure at back of neck - cause in a moment I was mother naked save for the restraints and my chastity belt.

After two hours in the spa including an hour under an infrared tanning lamp the other selections on the list were brought in. They came from a fetish shop in the Village. A leather vest went on, like the mini dress, sleeveless and a halter neck but had buttons down the front, and just barely covered my breasts. An extremely short leather micro miniskirt - the hem would have reached my wrists if my arms were hanging straight down my sides - would have to walk with extreme care and keep knees tight together to preserve my modesty - my heels locked on again (only ped socks, no stockings or corset) my hair in a ponytail and my makeup redone so I looked trampy, gag restored and off we went.

As I saw the direction we were going in I thought to myself in dismay "Oh no, not Central Park…" Yes, it was Central Park.

We stopped at an open space for cabs, I was released from the cab and led into the park. We reached the boating pond and I was secured with a lock holding the hand loop; of my harness lead to the main strap of my collar lead, after it was passed around a tree.

"Hiliary, the instructions here say I am to leave you here and deliver the purchases - there is no mention of me to return so I guess your Mistress has made other arrangements - I hope so for your sake…" and with this he took a blindfold that was one of the purchases sent-in from the fetish shop and applied it over my eyes and left.

At first it was not too bad - it was a quiet time in the park - kids still in school and adults either at work or doing housework. However, since my ankles were once again locked together and my arm binder was secured to my ankles my position got tiring and cramps started. I was thirsty, and getting hungry but I knew that there was nothing to do about that. After a while I heard footsteps, they stopped a sort distance off, muffled comments and on they went.

Time passed, it grew warmer - predictions were high 80s and high humidity and the leather I was wearing was definitely not as cool as my Indian Gauze dress. I became all the more aware of how scantly I was dressed as I began to perspire due to the heat and humidity. More people stopped, a few, obviously older citizens lectured me about my unseemly behavior and too bad I wasn’t exposed enough so they could be justified in calling the police.

More time passed -- my arms were now afire from the unusually severe tightness of the arm binder - usually Phyllis left some gap between the edges but not today. Finally the heat began to temper, then taper towards coolness. Thirst, hunger and the aches, pains and cramps from my position and restraints were doing their things on me.

Footsteps came, stopped, approached me and again stopped. I felt someone fumbling with my ankle restraints - my legs were free and I could stretch them - sheer bliss. My harness and lead were unlocked and after a short time I was helped to my feet and led off. Phyllis, I was sure, leading me back home - since she did not drive or have a car, I knew it either would be a cab or we would walk -- after all we were in walking distance of the park.

"Hiliary" a male voice broke into my thoughts. Oh My God, it was David! "Phyllis gave me the keys to your restraints but not your arm binder or chastity belt. You will spend the night at my place….and you will be my woman for the night."

Well, that was not my first bj that night, nor was it my last but they were not of my choosing.

Fro the record, after David returned me home the next evening, Phyllis loosened the arm binder to its normal degree of snugness and I had to wear it for the rest of the week - four more days.

This is only one of thee many times I was out in public in my arm binder, skimpy attire and additional restraints. Sometimes to vanilla establishments like in this account, and other times to parties just short of orgies and to playrooms where I was one of the toys for the evening - only stipulation being chastity belt, arm binder and gag remain on - otherwise anything safe went -- from events like that I frequently had a nice collection of welts, etc to remember the evening from.

  

  

  

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