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CONFESSIONS OF A TEEN BOUND FOR TVISM
Chapter One
Over the past five years, I have developed both from a boy to a man, as well as
a boy to an aspiring woman. It all began, as do most stories like this, at
puberty.
When I was about twelve, I began to have fantasies about sex, as most boys do.
However, my fantasies tended to be more kinky than I imagined most would be. My
first real sexual experience came one night, while writing out my fantasies. I
had been so turned on that I came in my pants, not knowing exactly what had
happened! After that, things began to develop quickly.
I remember sneaking around my room late at night and collecting all kinds of
belts and rope, and then tying myself up in different positions. I would then
wriggle about until I came. I figured that this was not really ordinary
behavior, but I enjoyed it very much. My first experience with women's clothing
came soon after those first nights of self-bondage.
I imagine that my mother had much to do with my clothes fetishes. Being rather
young-looking and having very good tastes, she wore very sexy clothes. The
first things I ever "borrowed" from her were some studded belts. The fact that
they were worn by women added to my sense of vulnerability when I used them. I
had often by now had many fantasies of being dominated by women dressed in
extremely sexually-oriented outfits. I imagine these fantasies, coupled with
the availability of sexy clothes led me to my "borrowing" from the closet.
My first garment worn was, beside the belts, a pair of black leather pants.
Although they were large on me, the feel and smell of leather really turned my
on. They looked, felt and smelled sensual and erotic; they also fitted right
into my fantasies. In the house where I lived (it was extremely large) no one
ever used the basement. I moved my computer downstairs into an unused bedroom
and spent many long hours there fantasizing and experimenting.
From the items my mother would never wear, I amassed a permanent collection of
some panties, patyhose, belts, and shoes. I remember my first pair; they were
purple three inch heels with an open toe and ankle straps. During times when I
could not borrow my favorite pants, I would use some of my own clothing to make
semi-kinky outfits. One I wore often consisted of tight black shorts worn over
pantyhose and heels with several belts wrapped around my waist.
If I was not parading around in this or other outfits, I was tying myself up
while wearing the high heels. I had growing fears about my kinky tendencies,
but persisted because I so enjoyed them.
Chapter Two
The next part of my development came a few years later. I had gone away to
school and my family had moved to another house. My mother was at the time
working in the city and my brother was attending school nearby. When I came
home for vacations, I would have plenty of time to myself in the house. I had
all the time in the world to dress up, with my brother in school and my father
at work.
When everyone had left in the morning, I would go to the closet and pick out
clothes to try on. I would then bring them into the bathroom and hang them on
the shower rod. With each outfit, I would parade around the house, especially
in front of the mirrored wall in my parents' bedroom.
I had access to every kind of clothing a TV could use to fire up his
imagination. There were leather pants and skirts, silk skirts and blouses,
dresses, lingerie, high heels and every accessory imaginable. I remember one
period where I would wear only one outfit for the whole day; it was one of my
favorites.
Black pantyhose came first, under sexy black panties with matching bra. Then
came the leather miniskirt and a tight black silk blouse. Over this went a
tight black leather jacket. On my feet were black three inch heels. To complete
the look were gold chain belts along with other spiked belts, a pearl necklace
and black leather fingerless gloves which let my shiny red nails show.
Soon after I had discovered this favorite outfit, I discovered the want for
anal penetration. I can't remember exactly how this came about, but I do
remember one experience that I will always remember because it made me feel
even more like a woman than anything else I had ever felt.
One day I cut off the end of a broomstick, taped it up for thickness, and
covered it up with a condom- presto! my first dildo! I wore my favorite outfit
without panties and I had carefully cut a hole into the seat of the pantyhose.
For the first half hour, I worked my new toy in and out little by little until
I was comfortable with its size. Then, for about an hour, I feverishly slid it
in and out of my hole, pretending to be someone's sexy, slutty slave being
fucked like she deserved. When I came, I screamed out loud and shook for
minutes afterward. I had figured out just what made me really hot.
Chapter Three
A few years ago, my parents separated, and my mother moved into the city
permanently. I had already turned eighteen. While on vacation, I was left only
the few items she left behind to play with. She had left many items of
underclothes, and I would wear several layers of them and satisfy myself
anally. During these sessions, I grew to love the silky feeling of these
garments. Many times, I would insert my dildo, put on all those silky layers,
bind my legs together, gag myself and then handcuff my arms. I loved this
sensation of being filled, dressed, bound and gagged.
When I would visit her in the city, she had to work all day long during which
time I was agin able to fully dress up in her delightful clothes. Of course I
kept it up whenever I could, but the culmination of my dressing and the
fulfillment of one of my wildest fantasies was soon to become real.
About five months ago, she had to go to Los Angeles on business. I was to
babysit the apartment and her little dog. Ten whole days by myself, with more
clothes than I ever dreamed of! On the first day, I got up the courage to
actually go into a lingerie store and buy something for myself. I bought a
white lacy waist cincher, a pair of black seamed stockings and a pair of plain
white stockings with a lace band at the top.
I spent most of the entire time dressed. I tried on many different outfits,
always wearing the waist cincher with the stockings. For just around the house,
I would wear just the lingerie, sometimes with a simple skirt or pair of pants.
When I got horny, I wore the kinkiest, slutty combinations I could dream up.
One night I wore the cincher with the black seamed stockings, and shiny black
high heels. Over this I wore a very short red mini that let the garters show. I
wore a matchting black bra underneath a leather jacket. I really overdid the
accessories, adding many belts and jewelry to the outfit. I spent hours tying
myself up and playing with my dildo.
When the week came to and end I was sad because of all the fun I had was
ending. On the other hand, I knew that I would always keep this up...