Going for a walk (part 4)

...part 3

I started walking, very stiffly as you could imagine. Luckily the weather had cooled, so I felt a bit less out of place. It hadn't started snowing yet, but at least it was officially winter. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. The truth is that the suit was anything but ordinary. It was extreme, and I was stuck in it until I got home. At least it was dark. I started walking again, figuring it would take me a bit longer, since Sheila had dropped me off at the far end of the park. I started crossing the park, but soon realized that I was too unstable on my new boots to manage walking on the uneven terrain. The heels didn't look like anything extreme, sensible wedge heels with plenty of traction to walk on snow and ice. However, walking in my boots, the heels felt too high and too narrow. I hoped that I would soon get used to them. I backtracked and started to take the long route, the side walk going around the park. I was already getting overheated, and had barely started walking!

Walking on stable hard ground was easier on my balance, but it wasn't easy. The hood of the suit left only a tiny tunnel to look out from. It was hard to look where I was stepping, and with the huge boots, placing every step took concentration. I tried to adjust the hood and collar, but it was tight, and with my hands trapped in the thick mittens I was feeling helpless.  The feeling of having each of my fingers trapped individually in tight thick down padding was intense, but now it was getting intensely frustrating and irksome. My skin was starting to perspire, and was clinging to the snug fitting lining of the suit.

Halfway home my feet were in horrible discomfort. The boots were too high, keeping my feet arched and stiff, they were also much bigger than anything I had ever worn, which made walking even harder. The padding between my legs was so thick that it made walking harder, as it pushed my legs apart. And then, there was the sound! The suit was loud, the rustling sound was constant, no matter how I moved. And since the same shiny material covered my whole body, just standing still made the suit rustle with a muffled crackling sound. While walking it was loud enough that I could hear it ever over the sound of passing cars. It was a sound I had always enjoyed, yet now it felt overwhelming.

As I was getting closer to home I could think of nothing more than taking of these hateful uncomfortable boots and finally relaxing my sore foot. You would understand my surprise and frustration when I saw the note on the front door.

I hope you enjoyed your walk in your new suit. I have planned a quick weekend getaway, and hope you can join me. I was going to wait for you, but I figured you will like to enjoy your nice warm down suit a bit longer. Attached you will find a train ticket for Wooddale. Then you need to take bus route 72. Make sure you get the bus transfer ticket in the train. Get off at the stop in Red St. I will be waiting for you there. Hurry up, it would be a shame for you to miss the train!

Looking forward to a fun weekend with you. Kisses, Sheila.

I panicked. I doubled checked, the front door was locked. I was locked out, no id, no money. Only with a train ticket to who knows where!
Then it dawned on me, I still had to walk to the train station. The ticket was for 8:45 pm. It was a almost two miles, and I didn't even know what time it was. I grabbed the ticket and Sheila's note and got on my way. My walk was far from over.

... part 5

Going for a walk (part 3)

...part 2

I was surprised when I arrived home to see Sheila's car on the drive way. She usually worked later than I did, the truth being that she was primary bread winner in the family, and had an executive position at a local pharma company that often required her to work late. My surprise turned to shock when I entered the living room. In the floor, there is a huge hot pink shiny mass. It's spread out to reveal it's true shape. As a matter of fact, it seemed that it would hold its shape even if it were standing. It was the most intimidating down suit I had ever seen in person. I had seen similar suits online, but seeing it in front of me was something else. It was so puffy it appeared that there was someone inside. The whole garment looked like it was a single piece from the hood, the mittens, and booties. The suit would completely cover the wearer, leaving only the face exposed. It was a suit for extreme cold weather, more Artic expedition than regular winter in the city.
"So, do you like your surprise?" Sheila asked, as she walked onto the living room. "It wasn't cheap, so I would hope you will enjoy it.'
I knew such suits were not cheap, I also knew that it wasn't something you could pick at a random sporting goods store. Sheila must have had it custom made. I had no idea we could have afforded something like that, but Sheila normally kept our finances, so I assumed yes.
The suit was a bright hot pink, nothing like the dull baby pink of my wife's coat. The inside had a silky lining, in a contrasting purple color. The hood had a thick fur ruff. A long zip ran the front of the suit, and there was a belt at the waist. Other than that the suit was very plain, no pockets, no decorations of any kind. However, just because of the color and the huge size of the suit, anyone wearing it would attract plenty of attention. I started shivering thinking about was coming next. Shivering with excitement, fear, and anxiety. I'm sure Sheila could tell how I was feeling.
"Go on, undress yourself. I want you to try your new suit." She leaned into my ear and whispered. "I'm sure you also want to. But remember we're doing this on my terms." She smirked as I reacted to her words.
I stripped down to my under wear, but Sheila was having none of it. "Completely!" She commanded me. I coyly complied, and started approaching the suit. Where do you even start when putting on something as big?
Sheila was clearly enjoying controlling me, and at this point she had her cell phone out, snapping not pictures as I started to unzip the suit.
"Go on, I'm sure even you can figure out how to put it on. One leg, then the other. We don't have all day."
I started to slip my leg into suit, enjoying the feel of the silky lining against my skin. The suit was so thickly filled with down that it was a tight fit. Sheila had clearly taken my measurements. After having both legs inside, I started to pull up the to part of the suit, and it was heavy!
"Do you like it? Over 6,000 grams of down insulation, over 8,000 grams total. Sealed seams, heavy duty nylon, the whole deal. Just like you like it, very warm. But I'm sure you'll find that out yourself"
She helped me get my hands into the very voluminous attached mittens, which has harder than it seemed. Even though they were mittens, there was a very snug individual space for every finger. The mittens were heavily constructed and thickly quilted, so it was hard to move my fingers once my hands were imprisoned inside. Even the divisions between the fingers was heavily padded with down. Once snuggled inside, my hands were slipping out without some serious pulling. Sheila then took pleasure in doing up the zipper. The zipper had a padded flap on the inside, to prevent the zipper from catching on anything. The attention to detail was amazing. The zipper reached high all the way to just under my nose. Once Sheila fully closed the zipper, the hood was forced over my head, almost covering my eyes. The feeling of being fully enclosed was exhilarating. Other that my eyes and nose, my body was completely covered by the thick suit. It was snug but not too tight. I couldn't move independently of the heavy suit.
"I had this built, so that once fully closed, it will cover your face, I know you can get shy."  She smirked again. She snapped the outer flap into place, hiding away the zipper. She also buckled the belt. I couldn't think of what use the belt could have, but I'm sure it was pointless to try to argue with her. I was wearing the suit and all attachments fully done up.
Looking in the mirror, I saw that in fact the hood did hide my face pretty well, only my eyes and nose were visible, and even then they were obscured by the bulky fur trim around the massive hood. Of course, it left me with only a very reduced tunnel vision. The hood was a good two inches thick, and with the the fur trim, I could barely look straight ahead.
I was still exploring and feeling the soft and silky inside the huge suit, when Sheila signaled to something I hadn't seen before. A pair of black boots stood next to where the suit had been. The boots where not as flashy as the suit, but they were still very noticeable. For one, they were huge, long, wide and high. They were also quite shiny, with fake patent leather panels and shiny nylon quilting. Each boot had a couple of metal buckles over the top of zippers, and some fake fur around the cuff of the boot and along two seams running down the shaft of the boot.
"Go on, put them on. I got them specially for you to wear over your suit. They were not easy to find."
I tried to bend down to pick one up, but realized how confining the suit was, and had to bend down at the knees to be able to reach then. I went over to the couch and sat down. I tried to put my foot into the right boot, but with my super thick mittens I just didn't have the fine motor skills. It didn't help that the overall bulk of suit didn't allow me to properly look at what I was doing.
Sheila giggled and kept snapping pictures with her cell phone as it took me five minutes to finally get my foot into the right foot. By then I was already starting to sweat. The boot reached almost to my knee, and was a snug fit throughout. The boots felt very comfy, my feet felt like cradled in soft warm pillows.  However, my feet were held in a pretty angled posture, as if wearing high heels! I looked at the other boot lying by my feet and realized that they had a pretty high wedge heel. Sheila realized what I was looking at.
"Yes, the heels on these boots are a couple of inches higher than the other boots you used to'borrow' from me... But it's only three and half inches or so. Lots of women wear heels like that or higher daily. You'll get used to them I'm sure. Now let me help you with the other one, it's taking you too long." She did the buckles of my boot, then proceeded to put the other boot on my left boot. I haphazardly stood up, trying to balance. It took me a while to get used to the new posture my boots imposed on me.  Sheila spun her finger around. I "modeled" my new suit to her morbid amusement. I always knew she was somewhat dominant, specially in her job, but until now she hadn't shown that side at home.
Sheila grabbed my arm and led me to her car in the driveway. I imagined "we" were going for a walk, just like last time.
I sat in the passenger seat, and Sheila buckled my seatbelt. I wasn't very aware of what was happening, being in my cocoon I felt isolated from the world. Sheila was driving, but I was just enjoying the feeling of the suit, testing it's confinements and how it restricted my movements. I was in my own little warm world. Sheila snapped me out of it by opening the passenger door.
"Get out!"
I tried to unbuckle the seat belt, but couldn't manage with my stiff mittens. Sheila reached over me and unbuckled it for me. I felt her linger for just a second over my down covered body. It was nice feeling her close. She smiled and helped me out. I looked around and realized we were at the same park she had left my behind the first time. But we were on the opposite corner. The far corner, if I were to walk back home.
Before I had regained my bearings, she was gone. Had she said anything? "Hurry up and get home" I think she said. I looked around, and then it felt real. I was really alone, in a park, dressed in hot pink from head to toe. It was time to start walking.

... part 4

Going for a walk (part 2)

...part 1

So there I was, in the park, dressed in pink winter clothes. Five miles away from home, and nothing in my pockets, no wallet, no cell phone. I really hoped I wouldn't be stopped by a police officer. After all, I was dressed in a very suspicious manner, given that it was early fall, and not that cold at all. I resignedly accepted my fate, after all, I had gotten myself into it. Giving an explanation would have been extremely awkward and embarrassing. I was dressed as I often fantasized, yet stuck im a situation I had no control over.
Looking around I was glad there was no one close by, although I could see some people in the distance, enjoying the last few days before winter came. I was glad there was none close by to stare at me in my current predicament, but I doubted I would be so lucky on my way home. I hadn't even started walking, and I was already feeling very hot. I took of my mittens and stuffed them in the pockets of my pink coat. I debated in my head whether to take off the scarf I had wrapped around my head, or take off the hood, but I decided I would deal with the warmth for the sake of a bit of anonymity. I couldn't remove the long pink coat I was wearing on top, since I knew the shorter jacket I had underneath couldn't cover my face enough, and I couldn't deal with the embarrassment of showing my face. I tried looking for a private place to be able to strip out of the jacket I was wearing underneath, but couldn't find any place that was sufficiently out of sight, and I dreaded being caught half dressed in my current situation, so I just decided to suck it up and try to get home as soon as possible.
I pulled down both of my hoods to cover as much of my face as possible and began walking. It was around 6pm, and many people were driving back home from work. I'm sure most were just minding their own business, but I couldn't help to think that they were staring at me.
I had barely walked two blocks when I could already feel the heat trapped inside, and the sweat starting to run down my back. The way home was through a suburban area, but houses were close together. I did pass several people, either jogging out walking their dogs. Some just continued along their way, but I could hear some of them slowing their pace, most likely to stare at the weird figure in thick pink winter clothes, walking around on a mild fall evening. I could feel people staring at me. I was just grateful that the hood of pink coat was large enough to conceal my face.
Halfway home, the heat was getting suffocating. The scarf made breathing difficult. My feet felt tired and heavy from being stuck in an arched position by the wedge of the boots I was wearing. The boots had felt cozy when I had put them on originally, but now they felt tight and narrow, and were beginning to pinch my toes. I wanted to strip out of everything I was wearing right there. Yet I knew that the only thing I could do was just keep walking and try to get home as soon as possible and get this done with.  My fantasy was turning into a nightmare.
By the time my house was on sight my feet were killing me, I was drenched in sweat, but I was just content that I was able to avoid contact with any person on my way back. I don't know exactly how long it took, but if felt like I was walking for hours.
As I finally stepped inside, Sheila was waiting patiently for me on the living room. She stepped up, and started examining the terrible shape I was in.
"Took you long enough. Did you enjoy your your walk? Humm... I see that you removed your mittens, were they not to your liking?"
"I... It was just too hot." I sighed.
"I thought you enjoyed stuff like this, why else would you through all the trouble of dressing like this at this time of the year? At least you kept both of your jackets on... And both hoods!"
I was was speechless. At that point I wanted nothing more than to strip all of the think layers that were suffocating me, and kick off Sheila's boots that were killing my feet and pinching my toes. Yet I dared no move as she kept examining.
"Well, that's enough for today, strip right here."
The relief of finally peeling off the sweaty jackets and ski pants, and removing the tight boots was not as rewarding rewarding with Sheila's intense stare. What else did she have in store for me? I just stood there, completely naked, tired and drenched in sweat.
"Ok, go take a shower, and remember that I still have those pictures, so ..." She looked at me with a smirk.
In the shower I was finally able to relax. Today's events had been very intense. And now what? What will Sheila do now? She had the pictures, and had she wanted to kick me out, she would have done so already.
When I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that the clothes I had worn were gone. I also noticed that one of the linen closets in the hallway was now locked with a heavy duty padlock.
I dared not ask, and in fact not a single word was uttered about the events of today, until three weeks later...

...part 3

Going for a walk (part 1)

I had just arrived home from work after a long day. I knew that my wife would not be home until late, so I had a little me time. What this really meant is that I could indulge in my personal fetish. I love feeling the warm embrace of winter clothes. The more layers the better, the more cumbersome and restrictive the better. It was early fall, and the weather was starting to cool, which always sparked my interest.
I stripped completely and began by putting a pair of ski pants, then I put on one of my wife's puffer jackets. It's white and short, reaching to just below the waist. It also has a nice hood. It was one of her favorites, her everyday goto coat, although a bit boring if I might say. Then I pulled on my wife's long pink coat. I bought it for her a couple years ago, a while she has worn it on a few occasions, I think I have gotten more use out of it than her. You see, we're close to the same size, allowing me to use some of her things, in secret of course. I'm sure that had something to when I picked it for her. Her pink coat had a nice full hood. It was very feminine with a fur trim on the hood and the sleeves. It was thick and warm, reaching below the knees. The lining was shiny and smooth, and it asks easily as I put it on. I buckled the belt in front, and started to run down my hands and feel the smooth material. The sleeves were a bit narrow, so it felt a bit confining once I had both jackets on, but that was part of the rush.
A bright flash brought me out of my little world.
"Well, well, well..." It was Sheila, my wife. She was standing in the doorway, snapping photos of me with her cell phone. "I can't say I'm surprised... I've suspected your little hobby for while"
"I can explain..."
"I'm sure you can, but why bother? It's pretty evident..."
I started to remove her coat, but she signaled me not to. Instead she handed me a pair of her mittens, that I had already picked out. They were white, with embroidered snowflakes. Simple, but still girly. Meanwhile she went to her closet returned with a pair of her snow boots, and a scarf.
"Go on, put them on..." Sheila said holding out the boots for me. "Unless you want me to embarrass you publicly by publishing the photos I have."
They were black, with a small wedge heel. Sheila knew I liked them, but she didn't wear them very often.
As I was putting then on, she kept snapping pictures of me.
Finally she handed me her scarf.
"We're going for a quick ride. I would recommend that you wrap the scarf around your face.  Unless you like your coat so much that you want to be seen in it outside... I would recommend that you put up your hood. Both of them actually... Wow, you really seem to be a glutton for punishment! "
"You can't make me go out wearing your clothes like this..."
"These are your clothes now," she interrupted. " I'm never wearing then again. And since they're yours and you like them so much, you are wearing them. Stop complaining or I'll take scarf back."
I followed Sheila into the garage, and got into the passenger seat. She started the engine, and began driving, looking at me every so often with a smirk on her face. About 10 minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of park. It was already getting dark, so there were few cars in the lot.
"Ok this is it, we're going for walk."
"You want me to for a walk dressed like this?"
"Yes, and if I were you, I would pull up your hood. Unless you're feeling bold, of course. Now hurry, get out."
I sighed, pulled up the hood of my coat, actually both hoods, since I had two jackets on me, and I tightened the drawstrings of the outer hood to hide the fact that I had two jackets on at once. As I stepped out of the car, I was feeling very self conscious, I had never stepped out in public dressed like this, but as I was looking around to see if anybody was staring at me, I heard the door slam, and the automatic door locks engaged. I desperately tried to open it, but I knew it was futile.
Sheila smiled, and cracked open the passenger window.
"Well, enjoy the walk in your fancy shiny clothes."
"You want me to walk home like this? It's like 5 miles!"

"Well, you can ask somebody for a ride for all I care. Now start walking. See you at home."
As she drove away, I looked at myself, looking like the Michelin Man is ski pants, two hooded winter jackets, and mittens. I pulled down my hood, and began to walk home...

...part 2