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It's The Future

But Not As You Know It!

by Ed Kilpatrick

   

Part One – Setting the scene:

My story starts just over 200 years ago in the year 2015. My name is Sam (Samuel) Tyler ad back then I was the sole owner of a successful UK private prison empire.

As you read this story, you'll already know that I'm bondage but I never really talked openly about my fantasies, even when I won the Euro Lottery in February 2008.

I guess I should start my story before February 2008 and set the scene up to that day that would change the first part of my life:

As I explained earlier, my name is Sam Tyler and back in the 2008 I lived to Berkshire or should I say "Royal Berkshire" in the south east of England. Without going into too many details, I was a relatively successful executive for an IT company. Back then I 39 years old and I never married as I really never found a girl that I felt comfortable sharing my fantasies with. You will now be asking, 'What fantasies?'

Very simply and I'm sure a lot of you will relate to this; since the age of 9 or maybe 10, I've had fantasies about bondage. I obviously had no idea it had a name back then but in the 1970's and then into the 1980's, I got aroused by the sight of damsels in distress. As I grew into adolescence I would get an erection at a scene on TV when a beautiful girl was kidnapped, usually tied up and gagged. This would have been typical rope ties but I loved to see girls gagged with scarves and I guess I subconsciously started to link scarves with Bondage and therefore I loved to see girls with scarves wrapped tightly around their necks, typically in the UK winters. As the 1990's turned into the 21st century, I had dated many girls but got no fulfilment from any female along the lines of bondage, especially scarf bondage. It was a shame because the scarf really came into fashion during the early part of the 21st century and you'll be glad to hear, stayed! Even today in 2215, girls still wrapped their slender necks in wool scarves and I'm glad to report silk takes over during the warm summer months.

It's also about time I also updated you on my other indulgence. I guess my love for wool scarves turned into an obsession for other female attire:

In the winter months I love seeing girls wearing tight wool jumpers, short skirts and their long legs clad in black opaque Lycra tights or pantyhose as they're known in North America. Yes, these cloths may cover the female assets but still offer a view of the general female shape hidden below. The female beauty in my mind would then be increased or highlighted by a long wool winter scarf tied tightly around her neck and the icing on the cake would be long leather, high heeled boots.

In the summer I love to see girls wearing flowery dresses that show off their shape, especially their long legs that can gain some protection in the long cold winter months by soft Lycra tights. Open towed sandals would be a must and obviously a silk scarf knotted around the neck.

Yes, you might think I'm sick but why are you reading this story then?

Let's be honest, my fantasies never hurt anyone except me. Ok, I might have hurt a few girls in my time but none of them ever received any physical damage. Not being able to share my fantasies with a suitable female partner meant I was left to my own devisees. Many a guy reading this story will or should relate to resorting to cross-dressing!

Okay folks, I'm coming out. There is nothing like spending a Saturday afternoon in the house, catching up on recorded TV or surfing the net but while wearing female attire! I would often spend a cold winter Saturday afternoon, even a morning leading into an all day session wearing a warm jumper, short skirt, 90D black opaque tights and of course, a long wool / cashmere scarf wrapped tightly around my not so slender neck. The internet meant this pastime got even easier because back in 2004, eBay opened the world to guys like me who could now easily buy bra's, tummy tuck pants, large size female shoes or boots and even wigs from the comfort of our own home. My Saturday sessions normally ended after a prolonged session of self bondage. By the late 1990's, I'd moved away from rope bondage and began a new level of indulgence at the hands of steel handcuffs, which also became so easy to obtain through the power of internet shopping! I would often leave the TV or PC and head to my bedroom. Sometimes the bondage would start downstairs by tying my crossed ankles, gagging myself using a rolled up pair of thin tights and duck tape, which I always tidied up by covering the lower part of my face with the thick wool scarf that I'd worn up to then. Handcuffing my own hands behind my back then left me with no option but to make the difficult and very slow journey upstairs to my bedroom and freedom as the keys were always left on my bedside cabinet. Try moving around when your ankles are tide but crossed? You can't stand up as you'll loose your balance so moving around is reduced to a slow and sometime painful process. Freedom would then come after maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Once I did try to stand up but fell over, nearly knocking myself out and leaving quite a bruise on my forehead for days afterwards. I'm guessing that many of you guys reading this and maybe some females will relate to my experiences because you've also found yourselves in the same position yourself.

In closing this first part of my story, I thought I'd share with you my thoughts and fantasies during the brief sessions of cross-dressed bondage:

It's very simple folks, I really wanted my single and reasonably attractive next door neighbour, 'Arlene' to come into my house and find me there, wearing the female attire and helpless without the keys to my handcuffs. I'd fantasise about Arlene keeping me as her toy for a weekend, doing what she pleased with me and keeping me bound and wearing the soft female clothing that I'd come to love wearing in my private weekend world.

  

  

  

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