General CD/Bondage
The Enslavement of Allison
I was just an ordinary heterosexual guy who enjoyed exploring his feminine side and cross dressed regularly, a thoroughly enjoyable and inoffensive pastime carried out by millions of men across the world. Everything was going fine until one day I met Judy. She changed my life forever. This, then, is my story, the story of
The Enslavement of Allison
Story, pictures & Characters © Allison Smith
CHAPTER ONE JUDY
I do not know when I first had the urge to cross dress - it was probably in my early teens but over the years and in and out of one marriage, In my feminine persona I called myself Allison and slowly improved my wardrobe and developed my feminine skills. How to apply my make up, put on false eye lashes and it never failed to thrill as I slipped each stockinged foot into those tight shoes and stood and balanced on my 5in stiletto heels. At first I just used to dress up around the house and then, through contact magazines I branched out and visited similar enthusiasts and we would dress up together and help each other with our hair and make up.
It was in this way that I met Judy. She lived locally to me and we would meet up at least three times a week and take photographs of us in our gowns and outfits. I must say that I was really envious of her wardrobe, it positively brimmed with wonderful clothes and I really enjoyed the pleasure of being allowed to them on. After a while Judy suggested that we broaden our horizons. She had been out before but I had never had the nerve and she suggested that we might go out one night. I must admit that I felt total trepidation at the thought. It was a huge step to go from doing it in private to exposure for all to see. Judy suggested that the best way would be to go to the sort of venue where anything goes. We talked long and hard about it and it was decided that we would go to a gay club not that we were anything other than straight but that our feminine personae would not be out of place there and would be fully accepted. We arranged to go on the Friday, just four days away.
A Christmas Abduction
There I was, minding my own business in the week running up to Christmas when just last night, I got grabbed from behind as I opened my front door, laden down with the shopping. You'll probably say it was my own fault for dressing as I had last night. Hey, I wanted to show off my figure and legs in the supermarket before they closed for the Xmas Holidays.
How was I to know I had been followed home, the only noise I heard was my boot heels click clacking on the pavements. They must have worn sneakers or something.
Still, there I was, grabbed from behind, at least two of them from the amount of hands on me, either that, or it was an octopus! There seemed to be hands everywhere, on my bum, on my breasts, over my mouth though that quickly became a ball gag. I was dragged up the stairs to my bedroom and thrown to the floor. The impact of that stunned me and I was to dizzy, and scared for that matter, to resist as first the ball gag was pulled tight into my mouth, forcing my teeth and lips around it as it was tied off behind my long flowing black hair. A blindfold was also quickly tied off behind my head, cutting off any chance I had of seeing who it was attacking me, or stopping them doing anything either as I was plunged into darkness. The blindfold, whatever it was, also did a damn good job of covering my ears, so I couldn't even hear them talk as they continued to roughly tie me up, copping a feel of my bum, or my crotch or breasts at any opportunity they had.
Wonder WHO?
Story © PJB & Steve Z, pictures & Characters © respected
My thanks to SteveZ for his editing (and use of his photo's) and to Diana for her help in getting some details accurate!
Co-Written with the great Steve Zink.
The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the authors. It is free to be archived on any free site wishing to do so, provided the authors are given proper credit.
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Prologue:
Having returned home some time after WWII, Wonder Woman once again must deal with the outside world, leaving Paradise Island. This time, she will work with Steve Trevor's son, and the danger comes from international terrorists with strange connections to the very same foes she'd battled during the war. Wonder Woman returns to "man's world", where as Diana Prince - Lieutenant, USAF - she works with Colonel Steve Trevor, Jr. in Air Force intelligence to fight more 'modern-day' battles.
The Story:
Unknown to almost everyone outside and to even very many inside the US military, there's a special USAF division of the Defense Intelligence Agency, headed by Col. Steve Trevor, working on secret aircraft and airborne weapons developed by the Advanced Research and Projects Agency. Headquartered at Wright Patterson AFB in Ohio, this small unit works on a day to day basis at the Pentagon in Washington, DC. His aide, Lt. Diana Prince, who is a tall statuesque woman, has quite an attractive figure almost always hidden by her shapeless Air Force uniform of a white blouse with long blue skirt and jacket. Diana often wears her long black hair in a ponytail or a tight curl bun, and seems quite plain, hiding her features behind large, heavy rimmed glasses.
The Unwelcome Visitors
Alternative story suggested by Ellie, based fairly loosely on "The Visitors". Editing, with thanks, by the tireless SteveZ.
Comments are welcome as ever, but regardless, please enjoy.
Brian was glad to be home that Friday night; he'd had a rough day at work, and was looking forward to an evening in as Barbara. Yes, Brian liked to get done up on a weekend, where possible, and dress himself up as his female alter-ego. Lucifer, his cat, went out for a prowl as Brian came in.
He drew the curtains. It was early December, so it was dark when he got in. No one would think anything about his curtains being drawn; most of his neighbors' were already drawn, anyway. As he liked to get ready for these evenings the old fashioned way, he got everything ready for his tea, then went upstairs and got shaved so as to minimize the five o'clock shadow. He got his overnight clothing ready, stripped out of his day to day male clothes, then climbed into the shower.
A lovely hot shower was just what he needed. The heat and the water jets soothed his aches and stresses away until finally he turned the water off, climbed out and dried himself off. He stepped into a pair of cotton panties, tucking himself in carefully so as not to trap any delicate part of his anatomy. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Brian checked his legs. They were fine, no need to shave them this weekend, so turning up the legs of his tights, he slipped one foot into the toe, and unfurled the leg of the black tights up his. Then, doing the same for the other leg of the tights, he slipped his other foot into the toe and gently pulled this up his leg. Standing, he completed pulling the tights up, adjusting the seam to be central in his crotch.
Next, he stepped into the leg holes of his panty girdle, pulling this up snugly to put some pressure on his penis; oohh, that felt so good, it was getting excited already. Picking up his lacy white bra, he slipped his arms through the straps and fastened it around his back, adjusting the underwired lacy cups under his own minimal masculine breasts. He was about to reach for his breast forms to put those in place when the front door bell rang! "Oh, damn it!"
The Visitors
Here's a not so short one to put you on whilst I work on a special four parter, and think about one that is under development.
This one is based in England, so please bear in mind that our special emergency call number is 999, rather than the American 911.
The Visitors
(My thanks to SteveZ for yet again his tireless editing.)
Brian was busy at home that Friday night; he had had a rough day at work, and was looking forward to an evening in as Barbara. Yes, Brian liked to get done up on a weekend, where possible, and dress himself up as his female alter-ego.
He drew the curtains. It was early December, so it was dark when he got in. No one would think anything about his curtains being drawn; most of his neighbor's were already drawn, also. He got everything ready for his tea, then went upstairs and got shaved so as to minimize the five o'clock shadow. He got his overnight clothing ready, stripped off, then climbed into the shower.
A lovely hot shower was just what he needed. The heat and the water jets soothed his aches and stresses away until finally he turned the water off, climbed out and dried himself off. He stepped into a pair of cotton panties, tucking himself in carefully so as not to trap any delicate part of his anatomy. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Brian checked his legs. They were fine, no need to shave them this weekend, so turning up the legs of his tights, slipped one foot into the toe, and unfurled the leg of the black tights up his. Then, doing the same for the other leg of the tights, he slipped his other foot into the toe and gently pulled this up his leg. Standing, he completed pulling the tights up, adjusting the seam to be central in his crotch.
