Transgender Transsexual Cross Dress Crossdresser Cross Dresser Bondage Self Bondage Stories Fiction
How I Spent Last Night
Story, pictures & Characters © PJB
February 26th 2005
It's been a busy few weeks, well, actually, a few months where I have been
too busy to write anything for the site. I'm sorry if you've been visiting and
hoping for a new story, there are a couple burbling in the back of my mind, but
at the moment, there are so many other calls on my time. BUT I can see daylight
and hopefully these new stories will soon see the light of day.
So, what have I been so busy with you may wonder? Well, I've been helping out
with a couple of sites, moderating at Laura's Playground Forums for one, and
being a regular visitor at a couple of others. I've also been given a few hints
on how to improve my Search Engine Ratings, so am trying them out, but it does
mean that each page needs altering in one way or another, all of which takes
time. The real world keeps intruding too, got to earn a crust so as to keep the
sites up after all!
Still, last night I managed to get sometime to myself and by 6.30pm was dressed
up and Petra Jane was IN DA HOUSE! I'm still dressed and it's now 7.30am the
next day so I thought I would share the sensations I've experienced all night,
and still am this morning.
Got myself stripped off last night on getting home, drew the curtains first of
course, don't want to scare the neighbourhood peeping toms after all! Slipped
into a pair of green satin panties first, added a firm control pantie girdle to
keep everything under control and a wonderful sensation of firmness both at my
stomach and in my crotch. A pair of barely black tights and over them, a pair of
padded panties to get me that shape. A black bra, nicely padded out and my
purple satin blouse with my office workers' knee length blue fitted skirt (lined
of course) and a pair of black patent court shoes with the one inch heels. My
shoulder length auburn hair finished off my outfit for the evening.
Down to the kitchen I went and had some tea, not so easy in a tight knee length
skirt going down stairs, amazing how much even that skirt can ride up as you
walk, sliding up and down the nylon clad legs under it.
Spent
the evening laid on the sofa watching a little TV and then back up those stairs,
the skirt pulled up a little so as to make the stairs easier. After an hour or
so on the computer, having had a long day, I decided to call it a night, but for
once, was going to see how long I could sleep still dressed up.
So, unzipping my skirt, stepped out of it, the lining sticking to my tights as I
did so, my blouse came of easily and there I stood in my bra, padded panties,
tights and shoes. Removing the padded panties, I stepped into a black Miss Mary
pantie corselet, smoothing the control cups around my black bra and their
wonderful contents. This get my breasts a wonderfully firm sensation and
get everything in place all night long. Leaving my tights on, a pair of black
satin lacy pyjama bottoms and a black satin lacy shortie nightie went on and I
slid into bed. Almost literally, the satin was so slippery. Apart from a few
times when I do remember being awake, I slept most of the night, finally
deciding to get up for breakfast at about 6am this morning, still dressed and
wearing all my satin undies and nightclothes.
Stepping out of my pyjama bottoms and shortie nightie, but keeping the corselet
on as the feeling of such firm breasts is an extreme turn-on every time I brush
against them, I slipped my purple satin blouse on again and this morning,
decided on my long floral patterned black ankle length skirt. Going downstairs I
set about making some breakfast.
As
I walked about the laminate floored kitchen I loved the sound of my heels
clicking on the floor, and the feel of my upper legs brushing one another though
the nylon tights as I walked, my long skirt swirling about my legs and bottom.
As I prepared my breakfast, my upper arms brushing my breasts, ohhh, what a
feeling that gives me, sometimes I found myself fondling my breasts though my
bra cups, incredible feeling, especially though the satin blouse. Just so you
know, my breasts project an extra five inches as against the measurement beneath
my bra.
As I buttered my toast, I could not help but brush my upper arms against my
breasts, time and time again, as I sat in my kitchen chair, my hands brushing my
bottom as I smoothed my skirt out of the way of the chair so I could sit on it
without creasing my skirt, or getting it all rucked up, my hair cascading down
my back in the scrunchie I had pulled my ponytail into whilst eating. Walking
around the floor, clicking my heels on it as I did so, my nylon-clad legs
brushing against each other and the fabric of my skirt. The feeling can only be
described as erotic and arousing.
Hopefully I'll be able to find the time to do the same tonight as well!
I am still fully dressed, and it's time I thought about going out now, but
first, I do need to use the toilet so I think it's time to get released from all
this wonderful feeling and looking clothing, before I wet myself completely so I
hope you've enjoyed your view into my last 14 hours and will look forward to
reading my newest stories now I'm starting to get a little more time to myself
to write again. Would love to hear from you if you've enjoyed this little
article, there's an email link below, or you can always sign my
DreamBook.
