SHINY YELLOW OILSKIN CAPE 10
Posted: March 14th, 2019, 8:56 am
So, what do we do today? I asked sleepily the next morning. My back did not hurt, I got out of bed and checked in the mirror. Slightly reddened but no damage done.
I had been dreaming most of the night about what Mike had done to me. I had come to the conclusion (in my dream) that I think I had enjoyed it. But was it only because Mike was administering the pain?
I decided that I could be subservient and a PVC tranny. A dominant? Not too sure yet. Maybe later.
It was Saturday, Mike suggested we go to a boot sale and see if they had anything interesting.
We arrived in the afternoon and went to the vintage clothing stalls.
Quite a few interesting PVC mac’s and dresses on display. We checked the sizes and bought quite a few very interesting sexy things.
The lady owner of the stall thanked us for the purchases and asked if we liked to go to interesting parties?
If we did then we should go to the address on the card, she offered us and be there at 8pm tonight. Dress code to be Pervy.
We thanked her and drove back to the hotel to try on our new gear.
Luckily everything we bought fitted.
Do you want to go? I asked.
Yes, why not. We can always come back here later.
We both decided to go dressed in our PVC macs, boots and something underneath.
The venue was twelve miles away at a farm house. We got lost, but after half an hour we arrived. Quite a few cars and motor cycles in the entrance. The party was in full swing. Everybody seemed to know everybody.
We mingled well with everybody, exchanged telephone numbers with one or two who we were interested in, or they were interested in either me or Mike then we said our goodbyes and left.
On the way back we passed the wooded dogging place. We looked at each other and decided to have a little wander around.
There were three cars parked, so someone was around. We walked together in our macs and boots, our eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness. There behind a tree was the tranny I had met before wearing the same burgundy rubber backed mackintosh. She was servicing an older fattish guy who just stood there with his hands in his pockets.
She quickly brought him to a climax and came over to speak to us.
Must be a tranny’s night out tonight. She said with a smile. There’s another one over there. She pointed in the direction of some overgrown bushes.
Boots, shiny tights, mini skirt and a shiny nylon cagoule, no wig. Mike walked over and started to chat, then they began to fondle each other, and Mike went down on her.
I took the hint and put my head under the rubber backed mac, savouring the aroma, and she held my head and pushed herself into my mouth and came very quickly. I wish there was more people like you, she said. Too many play with me and go types,
Mike and I went back to the car and left. The other two stayed and began chatting to each other.
Back at the hotel we helped ourselves to a drink from the bar then went up to Mikes bedroom.
I knew that guy, he said. He used to be heavily into bondage and punishment a couple of years ago, now he enjoys being a tranny.
I had two sessions with him. The first time I was wrapped totally in cling film just a slit for my mouth and nose. Quite scary really because you cannot use your hands and arms and if anything goes wrong? Luckily nothing did. A lady friend of his sat on my face and my tongue had to do the work as she pushed and pulled on my enclosed cock. It wasn’t released, but I did cum eventually.
The second time I was taken to a shower wet room wearing only my red PVC mac, he tied my arms above my head and spread my booted legs and sprayed me with cold water. When it hit my cock it really hurt, but the sound of the spray on my PVC mac was super and noisy, eventually the spraying gave me an erection and he came to me and finished me off.
That sounds exciting. I said. I noticed his erection during the retelling of this tale. Would you like me to punish you?
He nodded and smiled.
I found his leather boots, studded jock strap and jacket plus his studded face mask. I returned to the bedroom fully dressed for the occasion.
Take off your mac! I ordered. He did. Bend over the bed end! He did.
I began to flog him with the leather studded paddle. He took his punishment very well. Roll over!! He did. I squeezed his balls tightly. He cried out. I wanked him quickly and put him in my mouth just before he came. I spit the hot cum over his face and rubbed it in with my hand.
Turn over!! I pushed two fingers, then my fist into his back side. He groaned with pleasure, so I pushed further and deeper.
Stop Stop he cried. I did, and he continued with his erratic breathing. I left and took off my dominant clothing and returned just with my boots and mini skirt.
That was absolutely fantastic, he said. You have learnt well!!
I had been dreaming most of the night about what Mike had done to me. I had come to the conclusion (in my dream) that I think I had enjoyed it. But was it only because Mike was administering the pain?
I decided that I could be subservient and a PVC tranny. A dominant? Not too sure yet. Maybe later.
It was Saturday, Mike suggested we go to a boot sale and see if they had anything interesting.
We arrived in the afternoon and went to the vintage clothing stalls.
Quite a few interesting PVC mac’s and dresses on display. We checked the sizes and bought quite a few very interesting sexy things.
The lady owner of the stall thanked us for the purchases and asked if we liked to go to interesting parties?
If we did then we should go to the address on the card, she offered us and be there at 8pm tonight. Dress code to be Pervy.
We thanked her and drove back to the hotel to try on our new gear.
Luckily everything we bought fitted.
Do you want to go? I asked.
Yes, why not. We can always come back here later.
We both decided to go dressed in our PVC macs, boots and something underneath.
The venue was twelve miles away at a farm house. We got lost, but after half an hour we arrived. Quite a few cars and motor cycles in the entrance. The party was in full swing. Everybody seemed to know everybody.
We mingled well with everybody, exchanged telephone numbers with one or two who we were interested in, or they were interested in either me or Mike then we said our goodbyes and left.
On the way back we passed the wooded dogging place. We looked at each other and decided to have a little wander around.
There were three cars parked, so someone was around. We walked together in our macs and boots, our eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness. There behind a tree was the tranny I had met before wearing the same burgundy rubber backed mackintosh. She was servicing an older fattish guy who just stood there with his hands in his pockets.
She quickly brought him to a climax and came over to speak to us.
Must be a tranny’s night out tonight. She said with a smile. There’s another one over there. She pointed in the direction of some overgrown bushes.
Boots, shiny tights, mini skirt and a shiny nylon cagoule, no wig. Mike walked over and started to chat, then they began to fondle each other, and Mike went down on her.
I took the hint and put my head under the rubber backed mac, savouring the aroma, and she held my head and pushed herself into my mouth and came very quickly. I wish there was more people like you, she said. Too many play with me and go types,
Mike and I went back to the car and left. The other two stayed and began chatting to each other.
Back at the hotel we helped ourselves to a drink from the bar then went up to Mikes bedroom.
I knew that guy, he said. He used to be heavily into bondage and punishment a couple of years ago, now he enjoys being a tranny.
I had two sessions with him. The first time I was wrapped totally in cling film just a slit for my mouth and nose. Quite scary really because you cannot use your hands and arms and if anything goes wrong? Luckily nothing did. A lady friend of his sat on my face and my tongue had to do the work as she pushed and pulled on my enclosed cock. It wasn’t released, but I did cum eventually.
The second time I was taken to a shower wet room wearing only my red PVC mac, he tied my arms above my head and spread my booted legs and sprayed me with cold water. When it hit my cock it really hurt, but the sound of the spray on my PVC mac was super and noisy, eventually the spraying gave me an erection and he came to me and finished me off.
That sounds exciting. I said. I noticed his erection during the retelling of this tale. Would you like me to punish you?
He nodded and smiled.
I found his leather boots, studded jock strap and jacket plus his studded face mask. I returned to the bedroom fully dressed for the occasion.
Take off your mac! I ordered. He did. Bend over the bed end! He did.
I began to flog him with the leather studded paddle. He took his punishment very well. Roll over!! He did. I squeezed his balls tightly. He cried out. I wanked him quickly and put him in my mouth just before he came. I spit the hot cum over his face and rubbed it in with my hand.
Turn over!! I pushed two fingers, then my fist into his back side. He groaned with pleasure, so I pushed further and deeper.
Stop Stop he cried. I did, and he continued with his erratic breathing. I left and took off my dominant clothing and returned just with my boots and mini skirt.
That was absolutely fantastic, he said. You have learnt well!!