22/04/2020

I have to admit to myself that many years ago was when I had an unhealthy interest in bondage, and to pursue my dream, I found that it was almost impossible to find someone to bind me successfully and tight enough to give the pleasure that I so desperately needed, I have over the years achieved the required tightness and security in self bondage, I also found that the ropes burn when I struggle and I like the pain,

14/3/13

I’ve been dressing a long long time now, and have been asked many questions like; do you want to be a woman? No way on this planet do I want to be a woman but I just love all the trimmings of the female life style when I have spare time as I have of course other things to enjoy that just can’t be achieved wearing heals and tights, as the average man you never receive complements concerning your looks, body or your legs, if a man paid that kind of complement to me I will probably think he is hitting on me, but it’s very nice to receive these complements when dressed it’s all very flattering and makes me feel good about myself and I thank all who posted complements.

1/12/2010

I suppose I should Wright something hear, the problem is what! It’s all been said before on other sites and my mood changes with the moon.

When I think back to when I was 10 or so I remember being fascinated by adverts in the newspaper (no Internet then and no telly) for corsets, viewed with stockings of course.

Then there was Saturday morning pictures at the local cinema, the cowboy films were the god guy always got tied up or the heroin was tied to a tree, I was not turned on by all this as I was not ready more fascinated by it all and wanted it to be me.

I was first tied up when I was 12 playing cowboys and Indians (that’s red Indians) by lone ranger hand cuffs an elastic belt round my knees and a handkerchief for a gag (a dirty one at that ugh) and had my testicles manipulated throe my shorts by a girl who should have been a barrel, this was when I first came on line so to speak,

I was also a very skinny boy who always wanted clothes that fitted me and was jealous of my friends who had bigger legs and there trousers showed there thighs were as my trousers had 2 pieces of string hanging down them.

The seeds of my life had been planted.

Then I got married at 20, mortgages, gas bills, electric bills, nappies, work and more work, then divorced at 39, after the initial remorse and the why questions my freedom took of in the late 60s early 70s were every other door in the high street was a night club (the other door was a toilet), and the women were out hunting men,

And a small proportion these were kinky, I’ve been tied up, punished, dressed up, humiliated, tortured (in the nicest possible way), I’ve climbed out of windows, been in bed with 2 women (not recommended as they get a bit bitchey).

So the seeds of my life have shaped the man I am today and I am a?…………Answers on a pre paid post card. And send to ……………….I haven’t got a clue

Crossdresser

Bondage

Bottom lane

Love it all