Part 2 My first tentative attempt to move the car in heels did not end well,a huge kangaroo style jump the best I could manage,but with a little practice down the drive I kind of got the hang of it. Pulling up at the edge of the road I had to take a few deep breaths,a final decision needed to be made. Was I really going to try and drive the 70 miles to the coast dressed in a pink PVC maids outfit? Locked into it with more padlocks than I could even remember! Those few deep breaths were enough to remind me of the tightly laced corset(oh how I wished I had not laced it so tightly),my earlier kangaroo antics had made sure I could not forget the buttplug,and the constant rustle of my plastic outfit reminded me repeatedly that I was locked into a very tight cy device(even in my current state of terror I was still enormously aroused!) A few hours in the garage with a hack saw and I could be out of this mess,but then the images of my PVC clad wife popped back into my head,the creaking of her outfit when she moved,those tight boots! No,I would do it,I would go see my wife,get out of this outfit and have the best sex of my life! What could possibly go wrong! Decision made I pulled out of the drive,fortunately more smoothly than my earlier attempt! I was soon met by my first problem Speed bumps Lots of them! They had been installed a couple of years earlier,and my obsession with sporty cars meant I could often be found crawling down our road at very slow speeds My wife hated our car for this very reason,it's rock hard ride meaning bone shaking progress was assured on anything other than smooth Tarmac I was always prepared to put up with it,until now! Once more I had to marvel at my wife's forward planning,she knew if I went through with her plan I was going to have to drive over these ramps plugged,I could almost hear her chuckling away to herself at my predicament. The roads were very quiet,and the light traffic around did not worry me greatly,I was fairly sure they could not see me,looking into other peoples cars I realised how difficult it was to make out any details of the drivers,so assumed I must look the same to them. Pedestrians were more of a danger however. For the first few miles of my journey I would be passing through the city centre,frequent stops at traffic lights giving people plenty of chances to see me. Oh how I wished I had spent more time on my makeup! Looking at myself in the mirror there was no way I could a woman,the bright pink uniform,clearly visibly beneath the plastic mac would be clocked by anyone who got more than a passing glance of me The first few sets of lights passed without event,and I began to relax,maybe I was going to get away with it A woman pushing a pram gave me an odd look at one point,and driving away I found myself excited once again,I had just been seen in this outrageous getup,out and about in my car dressed as a PVC French maid! How exciting! My excitement did not last long Only one more set of lights before the open road,and they were red. They were also next to a busy pub,but the chilly weather meant there were only a few young guys stood outside having a smoke I sat at the lights,staring straight ahead,trying to hide behind the b-pillar of my car,just a few more seconds and I would be away Then I hear it "Is that the new evo x? Fuck,it's the fq400 version,do you know what the fq stands for" He was talking to his mates,but approaching the car quickly. As he enthusiastically told his mates the meaning of the 'fq' he tapped on the drivers window I stared straight ahead,willing him to piss off! Damn this stupid car! I had always revelled in the attention before now,true,the car attracted a certain type,think bear swilling chav,but they were generally friendly and knowlagable I'm sure I would have spoken to him under normal circumstances,but these were far from normal circumstances! Another of his mates chimed in "is that a woman?" This prompted the first guy to bend down and give me the once over He took a step back,and yelled to his mates "fuck me,it's a guy,in a dress" This led to the rest of his mates jumping to their feet to get a closer look at me! At this point the lights began to change,I was out of there! 4000 on the rev counter,dump the clutch,blast off into the night Only I fluffed the start,leapt into the middle of the junction and stalled! Damn these heels! Damn this buttplug! Damn this stupid plastic outfit!! A scrabble for the ignition followed,the churning of the starter motor almost drowned out by the boisterous laughter coming from outside the pub. The first guy was still yelling"it's a guy in a dress,it's a guy in a dress" while his mates rolled around on the floor laughing Once the engine fired I made sure not to stall,all four wheels span as I blasted off up the road,up through the gears and away from the street lights! Almost immediately I spotted the flash of blue light Surely I could not be so unlucky But there it was,flashing blue lights,approaching from behind What do I do? I'm wearing a pink plastic French maids outfit,a plastic mac,lots of padlocks and a buttplug! Not to mention the cy device! All sense of fun had evaporated now,this was just plain terror My heart pounded in my chest,I had to make a decision If I floored it it was doubtfull they could keep up with me,I knew these roads well and my car was very quick I could report the car stolen later,or just take a ban for dangerous driving,anything to avoid being paraded in front of a couple of coppers in this outrageous sissy getup!! On the other hand in these shoes I was likely to crash the car,then it would be a trip to either A&E or the police station,either way I was going to end up with firemen cutting me out of my outfit in front of lots of amused policemen! I had just one option,stop,and hope they were understanding They must deal with this sort of thing all the time after all! I spotted a suitable place to stop,indicated and pulled over The lights approached,then flashed past An ambulance!!!! Total and utter relief I sat for a moment,trying to calm down After a few moments I suddenly found myself laughing,the adrenaline was obviously playing tricks with me I realised I was soaked in sweat,the plastic dress,knickers and coat all doing their best to make the situation worse I wound down the window but could not enough fresh air,so after a quick check to make sure the road was empty I climbed from my car and tottered to the side of the road,a little unsteady in my heels,I found a steel gate to lean on and catch my breath I began thinking back to what had just happened,and to my suprise found myself getting very aroused one more! Standing here,outdoors,locked into a pink PVC maids uniform,blow up buttplug still making its presence felt,god this was horny! The cool air began to chill me,the rush of adrenaline began to subside,and before I knew it I was shivering,I should head back to the car I briefly considered turning round and going home,phoning my wife and explaining what happened,but as it meant another drive through the city centre I decided it was probably easier to head to the coast,the dark roads and small villages should pose no problem I only had 60 miles to go,I could be there in under an hour the next few miles were uneventfull,even the plug was no longer causing me too much trouble The shoes were not much of an issue once I was up to speed,and a fiddle with the climate control had me almost comfortable! About 40 miles into my journey the fuel warning light came on! How was this possible??? The fuel gauge was still showing half a tank! I tried to remain calm,perhaps it was a fault with the light? Perhaps it was a problem with the gauge? I realised the safest option was simply to put more fuel in,that way I wold be ok I was not too panicked at this point,I knew of a fuel station a mile up the road where I could pay with my card at the pump,so although I would have to get out of my car on a brightly lit forecourt at least I would not have to Speak to anyone or go into the shop I reached into the glovebox and found my wallet,my wife had at least not hidden that I pulled into the station,certain they had installed installed extra bright new lights! There were no other cars at the pumps,meaning I could park my car where I liked I chose the pump furthest away from the shop window,parking in such a way that while I pumped the fuel I would be almost completely hidden between the pump and the car I put in £10, enough to get me there and no more,I did not want to be standing here any longer than necessary The chill wind lifted my dress and petticoats,and once again I found myself aroused,I was out in public,dressed like this,my cock straining in its plastic prison! Fuel in,I opened my wallet,to find a note from my wife! "bet you didn't expect this! Who do you think rigged your fuel gauge! There is £60 in cash in your wallet,enough to cover your fuel,looks like you will have to go into the shop in your sissy attire!" Fuck fuck fuck She really had thought of everything! I briefly considered driving off without paying,but I quickly remembered they have a camera system which detects drive aways and raises spikes at the exits,I had to pay if I was to get out of this mess I moved towards the window,hoping to pay through the glass,but as I approached it the woman at the till signalled for me to come into the shop,it seemed I was going to have to face her As the door closed behind me I suddenly became aware of just how noisy my outfit was,every step I took the dress, coat,PVC bloomers and various chains and locks made what felt like a deafening amount of noise My heels clicked on the hard floor,I walked awkwardly to the till,and was greeted by a huge grin The woman behind the counter could hardly stop herself from laughing As I slid the money across to her she brushed her hand against my PVC glove,and I knew she was about to ask me a question "that's a lovely outfit you have on there,I love the pink dress,I have a black one myself" She reddened slightly,and I realised she was telling the truth. "I like you plastic coat too,and I can see you have a buttplug in,the pump is hanging down between your legs" I simply did not know what to say! I felt the need to explain myself,and for the next few minutes stood talking to a complete stranger about French maids outfits and plastic macs! What were the chances! It was at this point I heard the bell on the door ring,while enjoying my conversation with my new friend I had not noticed the truck pull into the forecourt,the driver of said truck was now standing right behind me.....