thebeachslut: I wore an outfit very much like this one to my local bar on a Friday night. I fel
thebeachslut: I wore an outfit very much like this one to my local bar on a Friday night. I felt super sexy in my layers of vinyl cloths. I bask in the glow of a whole lot of attention. It turned out to be much too much attention. I don’t even remember blacking out nor anything leading up to it. I think a lot of guys bought me drinks so it must have been one of them. Some of the girls didn’t like me very much at the bar. To this day I never found out who did it to me. I woke up the the next morning hogtied on the back stoop of a nearby church. My neck was locked to the hand rail with a solid steel U-shaped bicycle lock. My head was in a painful fog but the full summer sun burning it off. The sun, along with my ridiculous plastic clothing was cooking me in my own juices. I couldn’t cry for help because my mouth was stuffed with a large red ball gag. Worse still there was something uncomfortably large lodged deep in my backside I was stuck, bound, miserable, hot and totally helpless, I was unable to do more than wriggle and whimper in despair. I lay in my puddle of drool and sweat for hours until finallya group of shocked and offended parishioners found me. Humiliatingly, my ordeal was only beginning. It would take the police, fire department and a rather crude locksmith four more hours to get me free. The police ended up arrested me for public lewdness. I was obviously the victim but the church-goers insisted I was prostitute and a drug addict. my I was so mad they ended up tasing me and hogtieing me in the back seat of a squad car for good measure. The subject of my backdoor intruder became a crude joke to them.They never took me to the station. A different penance was assigned. A parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse was a good enough spot for them to throw a descreet party. Apparently I was the party. Three squad cars, a half dozen officers and one butt plugged girl in a slut suit. I was forced to entertained them as best I could with my mouth. I never left my position, hogtied belly down on the back seat of the cruiser, for the duration. In the end they let me go. They never realized I was a tranny. I walked out of the warehouse with the butt plug shifting with each step of my high heeled boots. humiliation and cum dripped from my face and hair. I had a long way to go to get back to my side of town. A car honked and I heard whistles. My sexy vinyl clothing, although sweat soaked and now covered with cop cum, were attraction all kinds of attention again. I smiled and put a little more wiggle in my walk. I passed as a woman. -- source link