Like in a Dream

Currently, I find myself at my countryside house, which is located approximately a one hours' drive from the city.
I work from home as usual and I have finished my work for the day and am relishing in the peace and quiet of being alone at home. I have made the decision to take tomorrow off and extend my weekend.
Tomorrow, my girlfriend, has her usual work commitments, but she'll be arriving in the evening by train, as she always is here during weekends.
I've made plans to pick her up from the station, which is just a short 15-minute drive away from my place.
I've just finished a refreshing glass of white wine on the patio, basking in the warmth of the spring sun.
As I make my way to the shower, I consider shaving.
While originally intending to only shave my face and cock as usual, I suddenly feel a strong urge to shave my entire body, despite it being unconventional for a man like myself.
After shaving and taking a shower, I find myself unable to resist the pull towards the very special chest of drawers in my bedroom.
Though I know I'm not supposed to, I can't help but be drawn to the lacy, delicate, feminine undergarments it holds.
With my desire overwhelming me, I open one of the drawers and my eyes are immediately drawn to a pair of black stay-up stockings.
I wrap them around my freshly shaved legs and slowly pull them up.
A pleasant sensation spreads throughout my body, and I relish the forbidden pleasure.
My cock is starting to react now. I'm getting hard.
I put on a pair of black lace panties, enjoying the feel of the material against my skin.
Next, I take a little black lace top and admire my feminine appearance in the mirror.
However, I sense that something is missing, and the garter belt holder immediately comes to mind. While it isn't necessary for stay-ups, it heightens the sensation of femininity.
As I stand and caress my body, an intoxicating feeling Buca travesti takes over. I'm so excited now.
I lower my panties a bit to be able to place them over the garter belt straps later. Putting on the garter belt holder, I take my time attaching the straps to the stay-ups, feeling the garter belts stretching slightly over my buttocks and caressing my rear. It's a lovely sensation.
Once I'm finished, I put the panties back on and slip into my sexy black high heels, completing the look.
I'm all dressed up now, crossdressed like a sexy woman.
I feel so sexy, but a sense of silliness suddenly overtakes me, spreading anxiety.
It's not the first time it's happened, so I lay down on the bed, close my eyes, and try to breathe deeply. Start caressing my body, knowing that it calms me down.
The anxiety subsides and that lovely, horny, and crazy exciting feeling spreads through me once again. I start to fantasize. Forbidden fantasies.
Dreaming of being a sex object, whether for men or women, and being completely lost in the realm of dreams.
Fantasizing about men jerking around me, women masturbating, or women wearing strapon dildos looking at me.
A picture with my girlfriend comes to mind, where she wears a big black dildo attached to a strapon harness, holding the cock.
I am so close to reaching climax.
I hear a noise but assume it's just the cat in the hallway and continue jerking my hard cock.
Suddenly, I see my girlfriend standing in the doorway looking at me. I am in shock. I can't make a sound. The shame is overwhelming, but also very sexually arousing.
With a big smile, she says, "So this is what you look like when you're alone?"
She's certainly not unaware of my fetishes, but she hasn't seen me like this in a very long time.
I finally manage to ask the question that's been spinning around in my head in lightspeed, "What are you doing here?"
"I Buca travestileri thought I'd surprise you because I got the day off tomorrow," she says, looking at me. She continues, "But you seem to be doing well without me..." with a bit of mock irritation.
"..but..uh.. HOW did you get here?" I wonder very confused.
"I got a ride," she says with a smile.
I look at her with wide and frightened eyes and can barely get the words out, "..but.. WHO?.. I can't look like this," and start to get up.
"LAY STILL! LAY STILL ON THE BED NOW!" she says in a very loud and sharp voice. "..but," I try, and am immediately interrupted by her.
"QUIET NOW, LISTEN CAREFULLY," the forceful emphasis on silence and attentiveness suggests it's better for me to remain silent.
My body tenses up, and the urge to flee and hide becomes almost unbearable. Cold sweat drips down my forehead as anxiety and fear grips me tightly, leaving me feeling confused and disoriented.
Yet, despite it all, I can't help but notice the slight smile on her face, a clear indication that she is in complete control of the situation.
"OBEY ME NOW! PUT ON YOUR COCK CAGE! LOCK IT UP! NOW!" she says with a very sharp and dominant voice and with a really wicked smile.
I just nod without saying a word.
She continues "Stay here! Whatever you do, don't open the door. Stay here... Trust me, okay?" Her words somehow calm me down a bit.
"Okay, I trust you," I answer quietly.
"Good! I'll be back soon. Hurry up now! Put on the cock cage! As usual, I want you on your knees with the key in front of you. Also, put on the blindfold that is on the bedside table," she points to the table, and I nod silently. With a short, satisfied nod back, she leaves and closes the door.
What is happening? Nervously, I take out the cock cage from the drawer in the bedside table and start putting it on. Who drove her here? Is it a man Travesti buca or a woman? Such an embarrassing situation but also very arousing.
I manage to get the cock cage on very easily, and lock it. I notice that I am already leaking precum. And I continue immidiately with the blindfold.
So there I am. On my knees with the head down and the key to the cock cage in front of me on the bed.
Unable to see anything, while dressed like a woman and wearing a cock cage in metal on my cock. Crazy. And I'm shaking nervously.
So ashamed and scared. And yet, extremely horny. A very weird combination. My cock is already painfully hard in the small cock cage.
The thought of WHO is buzzing in my head like a flashing neon sign.
The front door opens. I hear different sounds, but nothing that allows me to determine who drove her.
The thought crosses my mind that I might not even get to know who it is. Scary. So incredibly nervous. Who is it?
With a jerk, I wake up to the dog jumping up on the bed. Dizzily, I get up. Oh, it was just a dream.
But what an incredibly dirty, sexy, scary and most of all, forbidden dream.
I'm also completely smeared with semen. Oh my..
I realize that I must have cum really hard and then fallen asleep.
As I glance at my phone, I notice several messages and a missed call from my girlfriend. It suddenly dawns on me that I had set my phone to silent mode.
I head to the kitchen still all dressed up like a naughty and sexy woman with semen all over me. The sound of the heels on the floor makes me smile. No time to undress as I feel an urgent need to have a cigarette and quickly call back to my girlfriend.
"Hi, darling!" she answers.
"Hello, baby," I reply, still feeling a little groggy and take a puff.
"I sent you several texts, but I guessed you fell asleep. I have tomorrow off and also got a lift so we just parked outside your house..."
As she speaks, the phone slips from my hand, hitting the floor with a thud, and I drop the cigarette from the corner of my mouth.
Hastily retrieving both the phone and the cigarette, I almost shout out the question, "WHO?" as I in shock hear the front door open.
THE END