【中文伪娘】她穿着性感的哥特式服装，戴着红色假发，被迫扮演她以前在她最喜欢的少女网站上读过很多次的那种束缚幻想。她不知道这个卑鄙小人下一步会为她做什么，也不知道她会在她那间简陋的客房里被束缚住多久。她试图扭头看向身后的时钟，但在昏暗的灯光下，由于视线模糊，无法判断她躺在那里有多久了。他说明天要去看她，还是明天晚上？在最初的一个小时里，她试图抓住绳结，但随着她挣扎得越来越厉害，她的束缚似乎越来越紧。她真的被困在了这场噩梦中。但最糟糕的是，她无法否认这种紧绷的塞子和光滑的丝袜将头抱在怀里的感觉，但在恐慌和羞辱的感觉之下，她越来越兴奋。她不由自主地被激怒了，这只会让羞辱变得更糟，这反过来又加剧了她的兴奋和连裤袜的刺痛感。至少她终于把自己的幻想变成了现实。Dani's limbs throbbed as she lay there hogtied and helpless on the old mattress. Outside all she could hear was the occasional solitary car passing by, completely unaware that stuck in the back room of the empty-seeming house was a truly screwed-over crossdresser. When she turned her head from side to side she heard the "hiss hiss" sound of the pantyhose rubbing against the mattress, completely sealing up her head. She'd always been into bondage but this was too real!

Her mistake had been leaving those sexy selfies on her laptop. She never would have thought that the IT guy at her office would be able to remotely access her computer - well, of course he would be able to - or at least she knew it now. But the worse thing was that he was also a sociopath who had a thing for controlling and dominating as many people as he could - especially hapless crossdressers, for whom he had a soft spot - holding maximum "leverage" over them whenever they were foolish enough to fall into his trap. And with their love of selfies it was all too easy. So now here she was in her sexy gothic outfit and red wig, forced to enact the kind of bondage fantasy that she'd read about many times before on her favorite damsel websites. She didn't know what this creep had planned for her next, or how long she'd be a bound and gagged captive in her dumpy guest room. She tried to twist around and look at the clock behind her but in the dim light and with her vision obscured the way it was, there was no way to tell how long she'd been lying there. He'd said something about checking on her tomorrow, or was it tomorrow night? She'd tried for the first hour to try to reach the knots but her bondage only seemed to be getting tighter the more she struggled. She was truly stuck and trapped in this nightmare. But the sickest part about it was that the feeling of the tight gag and the hood holding her head in its slick embrace, well, she couldn't deny it but below her feeling of panic and humiliation there was a growing excitement. She was getting turned on in spite of herself, which only made the humiliation worse, which in turn fueled her excitement and the tingling feeling in her pantyhose even more. At least she finally got to act out her fantasies for real. Now all she could do was wait to find out at what price it would be...