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Made a captive
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Part I
I unlocked the door to my hotel suite and walked in. The cool of the air
conditioning was a welcome relief from the sticky heat of the city streets. I
poured myself a drink, kicked off my shoes, and settled into an arm chair
with the load of magazine that I'd bought.
I'm not the sort of guy who frequents a fancy downtown hotel like this.
In fact this was my first visit here and, in fact, to this city. I'd taken
second place in a sales contest at work and had won a "Second Honeymoon
Weekend for Two" at this hotel out a hundred miles from my hometown. Since
I'm not married, the gang at the office kidded me about the wild time I would
have with some "pretty young thing." Of course I would never admit it to
them but, after breaking up with my wife a year ago, I'd a ually dated very
little.
I'd gotten quickly bored with the pick-up scene. Or maybe, more honestly,
I"d felt that an almost-middle-aged guy like myself couldn't compete with all
the young studs in the bars. Not that I consider myself over the hill or
anything; I'm only thirt seven and work out regularly to keep in top shape.
It just all seemed at times to be too much bother. Anyway, after some
thought, I decided to use my prize. I deserved some time off and besides
could find some use for the $500 in spending money included.
The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a two-room suite; a
sitting room with a twelveth-floor balcony affording a beautiful view of the
waterfront. There also was a separate bedroom with a king size bed. Amenities
included a well-stocked bar and a jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had been a
nice summer day for the drive and I'd arrived early enough to avoid the crush
of rush hour traffic. After freshening up I went for a stroll to get my
bearings, had a few drinks in a nearby bar, and stuff myself with a steak
dinner. On my way back to the hotel, I'd stopped by a magazine stand.
Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped disinterestedly through the
pages. I lit up one of the supply of joints I'd rolled for the weekend and
let the warmth of the gentle buzz seep into my brain. I quickly got bored
with the usual sports and political stuff and instead turned to the free
tabloid paper I'd grabbed from a street rack. It was a fairly typical "adult
entertainment" rag and I made mental notes about some of the nearby strip
joints advertised. For some reason, a small ad near the back aught my eye.
"QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DISCRIMINATING GENTLEMAN" was all it said,
listing a phone number. For the hell of it I reached for the phone and
dialed.
After a few rings a deep female voice answered with simply a soft
'Hello'. I mentioned seeing the ad and asked about what kinds of 'services'
they offered. She must have sensed my sarcasm and responded with a small
laugh. "We offer a wide variety of services' and we have a variety of
attractive 'service technicians' available. We offer premium quality at a
premium price. What kind of 'service' are you interested in ?"
The last time I'd used a hooker was years ago while in the service. Maybe
the booze and smoke had melted my reserve. I had the prize money in my pocket
and I was in the city to have a good time so I decided to go for it. "I was
wondering if one of your ladies could visit me in my hotel room." "If you'll
tell me a little bit about what you desire," she replied, "I'll be glad to
have one of our agents call you. You can work out the details with him or
her. He or she will collect our referral fee if you decide to get together."
Her easy-going manner had put me at ease. "I'm interested in a 'she'.
Someone tall and slim, but with a nice figure. A woman of class, with brains
as well as a body. Someone self-assured and confident." I hesitated; then
blurted out, "A woman not afraid to take charge... I mean... to take
control... I mean..." "I understand," she said, interrupting my
embarrassment, "I think Carol is available this evening. I'm sure she'll suit
your tastes. If you like, I'll have her give you a call." Feeling my cock grow
slightly in my slacks, I gave her my first name and phone number.
I went to the bar and freshened my drink. Settling once again in my
chair, my mind raced. Rich fantasies that I had buried deep within my
subconscious now bubbled to the surface. Visions of being helplessly bound
before a tall, beautiful goddess... commanded to serve and to do unmentionable
things... being stripped of my masculinity and forced to wear feminine
clothes... The last thought sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my
spine. I took a healthy gulp from my drink in a effort to calm my now pounding
heart. I toyed with the idea of another joint to settle me down but decided
that I needed to keep my wits about me.
The sudden explosion of sound from the phone made me jerk and spill my
drink in my lap. I made a half-hearted effort at wiping up the mess before
grabbing the ringing phone. My ear was met with a husky, yet very feminine,
voice. "Hello, John... this is Carol. How are you doing tonight ?" "F-f-
fine," I finally managed to blurt out, "H-h-how are you ?" I felt like an
idiot; as if I were a teenager asking for his first date. "I'm doing just
fine," Carol replied. "The agency said you called. What can I do for you ?" I
again started stammering. "W-w-well, I thought you could join me at my hotel
for a few drinks or a joint a-a-and..." "That's O.K.," she interjected
soothingly, "I know that you're excited about getting together. Why don't I
tell you a little about myself to help break the ice."
She went on to described herself in a manner that made my crotch swell
against my now-soaked slacks. She said she was twenty-eight, 5' 10", with
brown eyes and long brown hair. "And I've been told a rather nice body," she
continued with a twinkle in her voice. "I'm especially proud of my tight little
ass and my long legs. How does that sound to you ?" The last remark sent
another tingle through my cock. I'm a leg man from way back. "It sounds
great !" I responded with enthusiasm. "Good," she cooed, " now tell me about
what sort of things you've been fantasizing about before I called."
Somehow her straight-forward yet gentle manner eased the tension. I
poured out my desires of bondage and domination; my voice quickening and my
descriptions becoming more graphic as I went. Carol responded with an almost
bubbly enthusiasm; encouragin me to fill in any details that I might have
forgotten. Finally, I summoned my courage and added, "...and I'd love to be
forced to wear women's clothes." She purred softly in response, "Now THAT
sounds delicious."
She asked for a brief description of myself. She murmured in approval as
I related my 5'10, 180 lb., muscular build. "Mmmm a big boy... or should I
say a big 'girl'. I like that." She quickly covered the business end of
things; the agency's and her fee. It was a lot but I was far beyond caring by
now. I gave her the hotel name and my room number. "I got to gather a few
things and grab a cab; but I should be there in about a half-hour. Now I want
you to behave yourself until then. Don't even touch that ot little cock of
yours before I arrive." The last was delivered in the same husky, bubbly
voice. But it bore into the core of my soul very much as a command.
I was about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "I forgot to ask.
What sort of things are you interested in ?" There was a pause and the same
murmur, this time with a slight edge of a growl. ""Mmmm... you find out soon
enough. Lets just say that I like to be in command."
I sat there stunned, the receiver frozen to my ear. I never heard the
click; it took the dial tone to shock me back to reality. As I hung up the
phone I instinctively reached down to relieve the burning desire between my
legs. Suddenly, as if by remo
control, my hand came to a stop inches from my crotch. I sat and stared at
it as it quivered nervously; suspended in mid- air.
Part II
I don't know how long I sat there before suddenly coming back to my
senses. Shaken, I decided to have that second joint to calm me. I lit it and
took several deep drags. Exhaling slowly, I felt a dizzy airiness waft
through my head. Quickly peeling my clothes off, I headed to the shower. As
I stepped under the spray, my cock swayed in front of me. It seemed larger
and harder that I ever remembered it, the skin on its head stretched taut and
shiny. I turned the water all the way to cold in a attempt to quell the aching
need to beat off. The relief, if any, and short-lived. Toweling off, I was
forced to pat my crotch as gently as possible lest the rough terrycloth
trigger a forbidden orgasm. Even though in my present feverish state I felt
my erection would quickly return; I was sure that Carol would somehow know
that I had disobeyed.
Finishing the joint as I went, I slipped into a fresh pair of briefs;
stretching the waistband to the limit and bending forward in order to capture
my cock without any forbidden touch. As I fumbled with my slacks and sport
shirt, my mind strayed frequently. Snapping back to reality to discover myself
sitting on the bed with one sock on, I realized that I had gone far beyond a
light buzz. I was totally wrecked. Panic struck me; would I be able to keep
my wits sufficiently about me? Struggling to concentrate on the tasks at
hand, I somehow managed to put the required money on the end table in an
envelope. I wandered around the suite in a haphazard attempt at tidying
things up. I was about to refill my drink from the bar when a loud knock at
the door startled me.
I shuffled to the door and opened it. There stood Carol. Her brief phone
description did not begin to do her justice. She was not at all as I had
imagined. A broad smile spread across her face; brilliant white teeth framed
her soft red lips shining w h a wet-look gloss. She had her long hair pulled
back into a casual pony tail. This, along with the moderate makeup and her
casual outfit, gave her more the appearance of a coed than a hooker. She wore
a jean jacket over a leotard and a matching denim skirt. The latter was
fashionably short, cut several inches above the knee. It featured her legs
wonderfully. She had been most modest about them. Deeply tanned, they looked
lovely without stockings. So smooth and slim, and they seemed to extend
forever. I followed them down with my eyes until they disappeared into her red
pumps. I stared numbly at the four inch spike heels.
"May I come in, John ?" The soft huskiness of her voice caused me to jerk
my head upwards. Too dazed to respond, I stepped back and allowed her to
enter. She strolled in, dropping a large tote bag in a chair as she went. I
locked the door and turned to see her move through the suite. The fabric of
her skirt stretched tight as her firm ass swayed from side to side as she
glided toward the bedroom. Just as I started to follow after her, she
reappeared. "Nice. Very nice," she offered. Taking a deep breath
she remarked, "Seems like you started the party without me. Got any more ?"
Finding my voice I replied "Sure," and quickly lighted another joint.
Offering it to her I noticed that the heels gave her several inches over me.
"A drink ?" I asked, mad at myself for mumbling in monosyllables.
"Please. Scotch on the rocks if you have it." "Coming right up," I said
moving to the bar. As it had on the phone, her easy going manner had again
put me at ease. I poured one for myself and moved to the couch where she had
seated herself. I felt my face redden as I noticed her looking straight at my
bulging zipper as I approached. Embarrassed, I handed her drink and took a
seat in the armchair next to the couch and painfully tried to cross my legs.
This brought a small grin in response.
Carol made small talk about the traffic and weather as we sat and sipped
our drinks. I tried to keep my eyes moving; alternately staring at the swell
of her firm breasts peeking out from beneath her jacket, the expanse of her
trim thighs exposed as she crossed her legs, and the gentle swaying of her
slim high heels. I certainly didn't need the additional booze and grass. Both
my inhibitions and my self-control were fading rapidly. I lapsed into
silence and found myself staring at her long sculptured nails as she passed
the end of the joint. They were the same shiny soft red as her lips. I found
myself intrigued by them. Somehow they seemed both seductive and threatening
at the same time. Suddenly, the familiar sound of a soft, growl-like murmur
brought my eyes upwards.
Until now I had subconsciously avoided direct eye contact. Now I knew
why. Her overall appearance of innocence was betrayed by something deep
within those eyes; Large brown pools that penetrated so. I felt myself being
drawn in. They seemed to bore deep into my soul. I was unable to avert my
gaze; trapped like a deer in a car's headlights. A shiver of panic and
pleasure went through me as a soft "Time to begin," echoed in my ears.
"Stand up," Carol ordered and I obeyed. "Get undressed," came another
soft command. Responding almost mechanically, I removed my clothes. The lay
on the floor around me where they fell. My eyes admired those incredibly long
legs as Carol, now standing, turned away from me and rummaged through the
tote bag. My body hair seemed to ruffle in the cool breeze of the air
conditioning as I stood there naked. Carol turned and approached. In my
stoned state she seemed to be moving underwater. The few steps between us took
forever. My mind was jarred momentarily by the sight that I beheld; until now
I had not realized that she had removed her jacket. Her braless breasts
swayed slightly under the sleeveless leotard. They stood firm and proud; the
deep vee of the neckline hinting at the soft valley between them. The taut
shiny fabric highlighted their full roundness and prominent nipples.
"Turn around." Carol now stood inches from me. I had to look up slightly
to reach those mysterious brown eyes. A devilish grin had transformed her
face from cute to cunning. "Turn around," she said again. The barest hint of
roughness in her voice created more urgency than if she had yelled. I shuffled
around. My wrists were pulled firmly behind me. A wide band of leather
circled them. The strap tightened sharply. My hands, suddenly released, fell
against my bare ass. My wrists felt welded together when I tested them. A
surge of panic and arousal swept through me. My already straining cock
twitched up and down in front of me. I sensed Carol moving behind me but I
was afraid to turn without permission.
After a few moments she reappeared. Slowly she dropped to her knees in
front of me. My cock jumped again. "Lift your foot," came the soft command.
Looking down, I watched as she drew a pair of tights over my raised foot. I
shifted my pose as she did he other. They were an opaque flesh color and
finished with a high gloss. I watched in fascination as my hairy limbs became
sleek as she glided the shiny nylon upward. My flesh tingled as their firm
caress enveloped them. She moved deliberately; using both hands to smooth the
fabric upwards. As she approached my groin, my cock quivered anew and my eyes
closed in anticipation. They jerked open and I yelped as the waistband
snapped painfully around my middle.
Carol again disappeared behind me. I took the opportunity to examine my
new limbs as I twisted and turned them. They seemed somehow slimmer and more
attractive then before. The soft reflection of the room lights shimmered and
sparkled on the shiny material. My cock, now imprisoned against my stomach,
was tantalized by the soft yet unyielding cloth. Carol returned to view,
holding something behind her. She had now removed her skirt and I was allowed
for the first time to admire the entire length of those wondrous legs.
Incredibly smooth and flawlessly tan, they extended from the red pumps in
gentle curves. The high french cut of the shiny leotard framed her long, firm
thighs, round hips, and half exposed the tight globes of her well- rounded
ass. The garment fit like a layer of skin over her flat stomach and narrow
waist. The faintest outline of her cunt lips was visible where her legs met.
My enjoyment was short-lived. Bringing her hand into view she held a pair
of scissors menacingly before my crotch. Light flashed off the silvery blades
as she opened and closed them. In horror, I tugged at my bonds and began to
edge away. "Hold still" she said as she pulled me back by the waistband of my
tights. I froze breathlessly as she carefully cut a small hole in the nylon.
Suddenly free, my cock leaped outward. She squeezed it just behind the
engorged head with two fingers. Her firm grasp stopped my impending orgasm
just short of release. She pulled my balls through the hole and arranged the
edge of the nylon around them. I caught a lump in my throat as she toyed with
me by slowly running her long fingernails along the length of my cock. I
groaned, my pleasure grew maddeningly; denied relief by her squeeze.
Without releasing her grip, Carol again ordered me to raise each foot in
turn. It took a few moments for me to regain enough composure to realize what
she was doing. She pulled a pair of briefs up my nyloned legs. The were made
of thin latex in the same bright red as her high heels. The most bizarre part
was the crotch piece. It formed into a pouch and narrow tube that matched the
shape of my swollen genitals. On the inside of the open tube, small straps
fastened with snaps behind my balls and in several places along the length of
my cock. The last of these was around the base of my cockhead, replacing the
grip of her fingers. Once these were firmly in place, Carol pulled the closed
end of the tube over the swollen head. Then she began to lace the top edges of
the tube shut. Beginning at the outer end, she worked slowly; carefully
smoothing the thin rubber and tugging the laces tight. The lacing continued
to the base of my cock, then up to the top edge of the briefs. She pulled the
waistband extra snug and finished it with a double knot. As a final measure,
there were several attached straps of heavier latex. These she buckled tightly
around the top of my ball sac, behind my balls against my abdomen, and around
the base of the head of my cock.
Carol stepped back and, placing her hands at her narrow waist, surveyed
her handiwork. I looked down in amazement at my trapped genitals. They were
totally enclosed in the bright red rubber and stood pointing straight ahead
from my crotch. Carol walked around me, rubbing her hands over the briefs. My
ass cheeks were cupped and lifted by the stretchy material. Teasingly, she
stroked and squeezed my encased cock and balls. The combination of the tight
straps and lacing prevented any subsiding or expansion of my raging erection.
I could feel her caress through the thin rubber and my passion grew. Yet I
was held firmly just short orgasmic release. I moaned involuntarily as my
arousal expanded in to a dull, pleasurable ache deep within me. In addition,
the latex captured my body heat and perspiration; further adding to my
discomfort.
"So far, so good," remarked Carol as she once again turned to the tote
bag, "Now to work on the rest of you. This will give you nice curves," She
held up a formidable-looking waist cincher. It was made of the same red
latex, although in a much heavier grade, and was heavily boned. She looped the
garment around me. As she did so she rose on her toes slightly and came down
straddling my imprisoned penis. She grounded her hips in a circular motion,
which elicited another moan of frustration. With a giggle at my helplessness,
she stepped back, hooked the corset in place, and began lacing it. Beginning
at the bottom and working up, she tugged and pulled until I was gasping for
breath. Laughing at my discomfort, she gave me a playful slap on my stomach
which as now reduced several inches. "Ah... the price we women pay for
fashion," she chuckled. My midsection felt like in was in a vise. I tried,
with no luck, to ease the restraint by wiggling. But the boning was
unyielding and I was forced to take shallow breaths to relieve the pressure on
my ribcage.
"Now for your titties," Carol said, moving behind me. While lacing the
waist cinch she had carefully squeezed any available flesh upwards. Now she
fastened a series of straps around my well developed pectorals. The thin
straps formed the outline of a bra, but without the cups. As she pulled and
adjusted the straps she leaned against and over me. I enjoy greatly the brief
brushes of her soft thighs and warm crotch against my bound hands.
After some time she was finally satisfied with the results. Looking down,
I was amazed. The corset and the harness had combined to form breasts. They
were not large; somewhat less than a B cup at best. But they were well formed
and quite realistic looking. She ran her hands over and over them, testing
their bounce and arousing my tiny nipples. The constraint of the straps made
them quite engorged and sensitive and I winced as she tweaked them with her
long nails.
Carol again stepped back to examine me. She nodded and grinned in
approval. For my part, I stood there silently blushing; savoring the
delicious sensations of my attire and relishing my helplessness. Carol looked
briefly around the suite. "Follow me," she said using my latex-encased penis
as a leash. Given my condition, I had no choice but to follow as quickly as I
could.
She led me over to the writing desk across the room. Pulling out the
large swivel chair, which was on wheels, she commanded, "Sit." I complied as
quickly as I could given the limitations the corset put on my movements. As
Carol returned to her bag, I took the opportunity to rub my nyloned thighs
together and enjoy the jiggle of my new "breasts" as I bounced up and down it
the seat. I felt my confined cock throb within the bondage briefs. I was
turned-on to a level I had never imagined and looked forward to an impending
release of the lust pent up in my groin. Little did I know that the evening
had barely begun.
Carol returned with several lengths of rope. "Time to make you a little
more secure," she announced. Moving behind me, she pulled my bound wrists
behind the chair back. She attached a rope to the strap and then wound it
several times around my midsection and the chair back. She tied it tightly
each time; forcing me to sit back flush to the chair. Dropping to one knee,
she next tied another rope to one of my ankles. Drawing it back and looping
it around the base of the chair beneath the seat, she drew her foot off the
floor and up towards the back of the chair. She tied it in place and repeated
the process with the other leg. She gave a final check; tightening a line
here, retying a knot there. When she was done I was lashed firmly to the seat
with my legs spread and pulled back beneath me. As if to test her work, she
gave the chair a spin.
I rotated helplessly in a circle. Between the ropes and the bonds I could
do little more than wiggle a few inches in place. The corset and ropes were
slightly uncomfortable but I felt no pain other than the dull ache as the
blood pulsed through my throbbing cock. It stood out obscenely from my groin,
begging for release. Carol gave the chair a harder spin, this time sending me
on several revolutions. The room continued to move after I finally came to a
rest. The dizziness added to the lightheadedness already felt.
As if enjoying a new toy, Carol spun me again and again. The room flashed
by in a blur. On each rotation I caught a brief glimpse of Carol, standing
with her hands on her hips. Her hoarse laughter echoed; fading in and out as
I turned. I closed my eyes as my head spun around. Only when I sensed that I
had finally stopped did I reopen them. The room seem to continue to move
wildly. Finally I was able to blink it to a stop.
Carol towered over me. Her full lips were spread in a sinister grin. She
captured my eyes with hers. I stared upwards, enrapt in her beauty. "Welcome
to the world of Revlon," she said, reaching towards me. Holding my chin in
one hand, she proceeded to color my lips with a thick coating of lipstick.
The taste was sweet to my tongue. Holding out a tissue she motioned with her
own moist lips for me to blot. Smiling, she then held up the tissue for me to
see. There, in the same shiny color as her own, was the red imprint of my
lips.
This was too much. A surge of lust shot from deep within my loins that
caused me to jerk against my bonds. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and
tears welled up in my eyes. I finally found my voice. Babbling excitedly I
pleaded to be allow to come. Carol's laugh became louder and more diabolical
and reverberated through my skull. Patting me gently on the head, she cooed
softly, "Oh no, not yet little girl.... We're going to have a party first."
Part III
Still grinning at my helplessness, Carol sat in the chair by the phone.
She picked up the receiver and began to dial. "What are you doing," I
shouted. "Silly girl, she laughed and continued dialing, "We can't have a
party without guests." I was shocked and indignant. "What do you mean
'guests'. You didn't say anything about this on the phone." I raised my voice
some more, trying to camouflage my growing fear as anger. "This is enough," I
yelled, tugging at the straps that held me to the chair. "I think it's time
that you go."
Carol hung up the phone and stood slowly. Hands on hips, she sauntered
very casually over to me. She looked down on me and shook her head slowly.
Maybe you're right," she said folding her arms across her firm breasts,
"Maybe I should leave right now. I'm sure if you keep up the racket someone
will eventually come and find you." She turned and began putting on her
skirt.
Wild panic surged through me. "NO... DON'T... " I twisted and pulled
against my bonds. "Please... I beg of you," I pleaded more softly. Finally I
fell silent. Carol drop the skirt and turned towards me. She had a look of
triumph on her face that sent a chill down my spine. She had me, but good,
and we both knew it. Returning to her seat, she picked up the phone and began
dialing again.
I sat there drained, barely hearing her talking on the phone. My arousal
turned to embarrassment. I pictured how I must look in these shiny tights;
with my narrow corseted waist and my pseudo-breasts jiggling. And worst of
all; with my still-throbbin cock jutting prominently out in front of me. My
face felt warm and flushed. What had I gotten myself into? I was trapped and
totally at her mercy; with no way to escape. A different kind of tears began
to fill my eyes. Involuntarily, I began to whimper.
Hanging up the phone, Carol again towered over me. My head hung low; I
was unable to face her. "Such a poor baby," she giggled as she gently patted
me on the head. I reddened even more in shame. "Here's something to keep you
content," she cooed, lifting my chin. I pulled back in amazement. There,
inches from my eyes, was a rubber cock. It was flesh-colored and looked
enormous. Attached to it was a thick leather strap. "Wrap you big red lips
around this, you little cocksucker," Carol said. Her voice was now a cruel
snarl.
"No," I screamed, jerking my head away in repulsion. I shook my head from
side to side, my eyes glued on the thickly-veined cock head. I clamped my jaw
tightly shut. With a evil smile Carol reached down and slowly fondled my
right 'breast'. In spite of myself I felt a warm flood of arousal. Suddenly
she pinched the engorged nipple between two of her long fingernails and
twisted it sharply. My mouth flew open with a yelp of pain. In an instant the
gag was against my lips. With a shove she jammed it deep into my mouth.
My eyes bugged out as the obscene object violated me. It filled my mouth
completely, almost touching the back of my throat. The sudden impulse to gag
caused my struggles to cease. I froze as Carol buckled it firmly behind my
head. Once her hands released the strap I was again seized by panic. I shook
my head and strained my tongue in a vain effort to expel it. I began to
hyperventilate in a frenzied effort to breathe. As I gasped in air I
discovered that a narrow hole through the center of the gag allowed air to
enter fairly easily. Gradually my frenzy subsided and my breathing became
more regular.
"That's it," Carol instructed, "Work on that big hard cock with your
sweet little mouth. You'll need the practice." The last remark sent a shiver
down my spine and into my own loins. I tried to cry out but my protest was
muffled. All that came out wa low guttural sounds and loud sucking noises. I
tried to tear myself from the unyielding ropes. Carol gave the chair another
spin. As I swung around her laughter rang in my ears.
By the time I stopped revolving and my vision returned to normal, Carol
has poured herself another drink. She stood in front of me sipping it, her
purse tucked under her arm. Looking up, I surveyed her shapely form in her
revealing outfit. Another flood of passion caused my cock to swell against its
rubber prison. As our eyes met I noted her smug satisfaction at my heightened
frustration.
"Well, our guests will be arriving soon. We'd better make you a little
more presentable. Don't you think?," she said in mock inquiry. Taking my
muffled objection as if it were agreement, she nodded, "Good." She stepped
forward, and straddling the chair, sat on my lap. She nestled in, reaching
down to adjust my rubber clad groin into her crotch. My cock was pressed
against her flat stomach. The touch of her hand, even through the rubber, was
delightful.
"Let's see if we can improve these eyes," she said, blotting the traces
of my tears with a tissue. Rummaging in her purse, she brought out an eyebrow
pencil. Tilting up my chin, she started filling and shaping my brows with
short, feathery strokes. Occasionally she would stop and use a tweezers to
remove a few errant hairs. I winced at the loss of each one; both from pain
and from the fear of future embarrassment. Unable to protest, I could only
pray that she wasn't altering my appearance permanently. Finally, satisfied
with her work, she went back into her purse.
Her firm breasts rested inches from my face. The tanned flesh jiggled in
front of my eyes as Carol moved. I wished my mouth were free so that I could
suck on those hard nipples that stretched the shiny black nylon spandex of
her leotard. Instead I was forced to be content with the hard phallus in my
mouth. Carol noticed my attention and gave her breasts a playful shake. I
groaned in frustration.
"Looks like we'll have to help you with your posture so that you'll keep
your head up," she scolded. She stood and retrieved something from the tote
bag. Stepping behind me, she wrapped a heavy leather collar around my neck.
It was about four inches wide and padded with foam on the inside. As she
fastened the buckle my chin was forced up rigidly. She tightened it just
short of the point where it might inhibit my breathing. Not only couldn't I
lower my head; I couldn't turn it either. To look to the sides I would have to
twist my entire torso. Which, of course, was impossible while bound as I was
to the chair.
She returned to my lap and her work. With my head immobilized, she
proceeded quickly. Brown eyeshadow was smoothed onto my lids and a hint of
blush brushed onto my cheeks. She spent considerable time on my lashes,
thickening them and exaggerating the length with mascara. Through it all I
sat rigidly, opening and closing my eyes as ordered. I was acutely conscious
of her breasts rubbing into mine and her firm thighs sliding on my nyloned
legs. I could even feel the heat of her crotch through the rubber briefs. My
balls seemed near bursting as they swelled in the locked pouch. My eyes
studied her moist lips and the tip of her tongue as it peeked out of the
corner of her mouth as she carefully applied eyeliner on me. I was reminded
that my own mouth now matched the shiny red color of hers. The realization
made me suck the rubber cock more earnestly; enjoying the sweet taste of my
lipstick as I did.
Carol leaned back and studied my face carefully. "That looks a lot
better," she announced. I could feel my long lashes fluttering as I blinked.
After returning the make-up to her purse she stood. "Oh, I almost forgot the
most important thing," she said, reopening the purse. Removing a small
perfume atomizer, she sprayed me liberally behind my ears, along my neck, and
down my "cleavage". She was about to close the bottle when, with a playful
grin, she gave a final spritz between my legs. "Enjoy," she teased as she spun
the chair again.
I whipped around rapidly, my eyes closing reflexively to minimize the
dizziness. A sweet cloud swirled about me. The heavy, flowery scent magnified
the fog I already was experiencing from all the pot. My mind drifted as I
spun; wandering from embarrassment to erotic excitement. At times my
consciousness seemed to focus on the sleek feel of the tights, the tight
compression of the corset, or the new fleshiness of my chest. Then my body
seemed to melt into a mass of sexual arousal centered on an intense pulsating
somewhere deep within my groin.
I don't know when I stopped turning or how long my eyes remained shut. A
loud knocking suddenly snapped me into crystal clear consciousness.
"Company!" Carol announce cheerfully. As I watched her firm ass sway across
the room I struggled desperately against the ropes and straps. I begged her to
stop through my gag. Her hand touched the doorknob and a sinking sensation
hit my stomach. I hunched my shoulders and averted my eyes; trying to somehow
make myself smaller.
"Kathy," Carol exclaimed as she opened the door. I looked up; my
curiosity overcoming my fear. All I could see was Carol's shapely back in the
doorway as she clenched in what was obviously a passionate embrace. All that
was visible of our visitor was her arms as they wrapped themselves around
Carol. I noted the long pink sculptured nails as they fondled and squeezed
that sweet ass that I craved so. I felt my arousal growing anew at the soft
sound of their murmuring as they kissed.
Finally they broke apart and entered the suite. I enjoyed my first look
at Kathy. She was slightly shorter than Carol and of medium build but full-
figured. Her blonde hair was cut to medium length, framing her dramatically
(but not overly) made-up face. Like Carol, she had striking eyes. At times
they seemed emerald green; in other light they flashed a deepest blue.
What was most dramatic about her appearance was her attire. In contrast
to Carol's almost innocent first impression, Kathy signaled danger and
sensuality. Above was a silk-knit tank top that caressed, but barely
contained, her large braless breasts. Below was a pair of the tightest leather
jeans I had ever seen. The thin black hide shaped and molded her every curve;
from her well rounded ass and hips to her shapely calves and thighs. It
flexed and contracted like a layer of her own skin as she moved. And as she sat
with Carol on the couch and I could hear the faint sounds of the stretching
and rubbing leather.
It wasn't until she crossed her legs that I noticed her boots. I realized
that I was wrong about her height. She was shorter than Carol by several
inches. It was the boots that made the difference. The heels were among the
highest I'd ever seen; at least five inches and pencil thin. The result was an
extreme arch ending in similarly menacing pointed toes. I watched the light
reflect off their shiny black surface as she swung her foot. I shudder with
both excitement and terror. There was obviously no fooling with this woman.
The women sat and chatted among themselves; oblivious to me. At one point
Carol went to the bar and poured drinks. She walked around me going both ways
without as much as a look or word. It was as if I didn't exist or was merely
a piece of furniture. I resented their indifference to me and attempted to
gain their attention through the gag. They ignored my muffled pleas.
Finally, after they had finished their drinks and Carol had lit one of my
joints, they stood and approached me. I found myself staring at Kathy's
skyscraper heels as she neared. She must have noticed my attention because
she lifted her right foot ont the front edge of my chair. The polished toe of
her boot pushed forward into my rubber-encased balls. "So this is our
entertainment," she remarked. I followed the taut leather trail up her leg
and past her crotch. She stood there casually, elbow on her raised knee,
smoking the joint. She looked down at me with a look of bemused pity. "Kinda
cute," she remarked patting me on the head. Then tracing a figure-eight over
my chest with a fingernail she added, "But pretty flat-chested."
Taking a deep drag on the joint, Kathy straddled my lap. Wrapping her
arms around my neck, she gave me a mock kiss. She blew the smoke through the
hole in the penis gag and deep into my lungs. Unable to pull away, the acrid
smoke seared my throat and lungs. I fought desperately the urge to cough. I
tried to concentrate on slowly exhaling trough my nose. I succeeded for the
most part with only minimal choking. The women took turns, one on my lap
giving me smoke 'kisses'; the other teasing my bound body with her hands.
Carol enjoyed rubbing my nyloned legs. Kathy would vigorously pump my cock.
The rubber harness prevented an orgasm. and my midsection began cramping with
intense pleasure/pain. All the while the pot was getting me higher and
higher. My every nerve ending felt intensified to their touch. I became
almost delirious with arousal; a total prisoner unable to even mentally
resist.
"There seems to be something missing," Carol observed dreamily, as she
finished the last of the joint. "Maybe she could use some earrings. She dug
into her purse and dangled two red plastic teardrops. "I have a better idea,"
Kathy announced. Returning to my lap, she rubbed her ample breasts into mine.
The delicious softness caused my nipples to stiffen. Then taking one of the
earrings she snapped the clasp onto my enlarged nipple. I jerked and screamed
into the gag. Pain seared into my chest. Quickly she attached the other one
the same way. I wailed, bucking so strongly against the ropes that the whole
chair jumped. Kathy leapt to her feet, laughing gleefully at my discomfort.
As I twisted from side to side the earrings bounced and danced across my
chest, magnifying my agony. Tears streaming from my eyes, I yelled and
twitched uncontrollably. After several minutes (an eternity to me) Kathy
stopped laughing and grew angry. "Enough already, or you'll really be
punished." The pain and my own anger were s great that I was unable to force
myself to sit still. I was determined to protest as much as my unfortunate
circumstances would allow.
"Okay, if that's your choice," Kathy barked, "you were warned. You'll
have to sit out the party." She nodded to Carol, who now stood behind me.
Suddenly, a thick scarf was pulled across my eyes and knotted behind my head.
I was plunged into absolute darkness. My growing panic now turned to shear
terror. I yelled into the gag with renewed vigor. I tore at my bonds,
oblivious to the pain I was causing in the process. The chair was spun again.
This time was much faster than before as both women flung me around at
increasing speed. The wheels began to rock off the floor and I feared that it
would tip over. Bound as I was there would be no way for me to break my fall.
I was trapped in a wild, swirling blackness.
I don't know when the physical spinning stopped but the sensations in my
mind continued a lot longer. Eventually I became aware of a different
movement. The chair was being dragged backward across the carpeting. Then it
stopped and I heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door to the
balcony sliding open. My muffled screams of protest now turned to pleas for
mercy. Despite the tight collar, I tried in vain to shake my head 'NO'. I
apologized; I begged; I prayed. Of course all this came out garbled moaning.
Carol and Kathy didn't understand and obviously didn't care. There was a
final jerk and a heavy jolt as I cleared the threshold and rolled onto the
balcony. My next sensations were of the slamming of the door behind me and
the cool nigh air. Both left me shivering uncontrollably.
Part IV
I was paralyzed with fear. Despite the cool breeze on my scantily-clad
body I was sweating heavily. My mind raced. Because of the blindfold I didn't
even know how much daylight remained. Could people on the street below see
me? What about on the other balconies? Would someone call the hotel desk (or
worse yet, the police) to report seeing a bound and gagged man in women's
clothes?
Bound and blinded, my other senses were magnified. My hearing seemed
particularly acute. From inside the suite, I heard the muffled sounds of
music and voices. From below came the noise of cars passing on the streets.
Somewhere there was faint laughter. Was it directed at me? I again pulled at
my bounds, hoping against hope that the movement of the chair had somehow
loosened them. But they held as firm as before, allowing only an inch or two
of movement. But my efforts caused the chair to roll across he smooth
concrete of the balcony. "Where on the balcony was I?" I wondered. Out of
fear and to minimize the chances of being spotted, I sat still.
After a few minutes the suffering caused by the earrings abated somewhat.
Yet I was acutely aware of the two throbbing points on my chest and I sucked
vigorously on the rubber cock, trying to catch my breath. Almost against my
will, my thoughts again turned to arousal as I did so. Maybe it was the pot or
something deep within my psyche, but I began revelling in my degradation. I
began wriggling anew, this time to enjoy the slick feel of the nylon on my
legs. I imagined how I must appear with my narrow waist and little titties. I
shook my chest and thrilled at their jiggling. Even the pain of the earrings
now had an erotic edge to it. My bonds felt less frightening; my utter
helplessness caused a warm glow within me. My cock, in its rubber prison,
throbbed with a new intensity. With enthusiasm, I sucked the rubber cock in
time with the pulsations in my groin. I drifted timelessly through the
wildest of sexual fantasies; all of which ended in the ultimate satisfaction
that the rubber pants denied me.
I have no idea how long I was lost in my thoughts. My condition had
robbed me of all perception of the passage of time. I flinched at the sudden
sound of the balcony door sliding open. I bolted upright and pleaded
desperately into the gag. In my fever pitched state of passion I was begging
more for sexual release than from my bondage. The chair was again dragged
backwards, bumping me rudely over the threshold. The door slid shut again.
In contrast, the room air felt almost uncomfortably warm. A dreadful fear
of the unknown again seeped into my soul. I had to force myself to breathe.
When I did so I was almost overwhelmed with a heady mixture of smells. There
was pot smoke and sweat and perfume. But unmistakable under it all was the
powerful aroma of sexual arousal. It triggered something deep inside my
primal brain and I moaned desperately for relief.
I sensed the movement of many people around me. I attempted to turn my
head to follow the sounds. Unseen hands began to untie the ropes that bound
me to the chair. When my feet were released, they fell to the floor. Bent
under the chair for so long, they had become numb. I felt something being
attached to the collar that held my neck rigid. Suddenly, I was jerked from
the chair by the leash at my neck. I attempted to stand but my lifeless legs
buckled beneath me. With my hands still bound behind me, I itched forward
with no way to break my fall. At the last instant, hands on my shoulders
brought me upright. I was pushed into an kneeling position.
I knelt there in total darkness, my erect posture enforced by the boned
corset and stiff collar. I felt fingers working at the lacing of my rubber
briefs. I was thrilled in anticipation of finally achieving sexual release.
Slowly the tight red shorts were peeled from my sweaty loins. So feverish was
my arousal that I thought merely the air hitting my cock would cause me to
explode. But, as Carol had done before, fingers grasped my organ just below
the cock head; quelling my orgasm.
I was frozen there, hanging on the brink of eruption. I pulled
frantically at the strap holding my wrists. I pleaded anew into my gag. Tears
began to soak my blindfold. I felt completely lost; any shreds of self- will
gone after hours of helpless frustration. Now utterly defeated; I slumped
against my restraining garments and bonds.
Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the penis gag in place was
released. The rubber phallus was pulled from my mouth with a loud popping
noise. I started to move and stretch my aching jaw muscles. Before I could
find my voice to speak, my head was jerked forward by the leash. For an
instant I felt an object pressed against my lips. Then it shoved forward;
filling my mouth.
The thick shape was familiar. It was round and long and rubbery. But this
time warm and resilient. My mind exploded in shock. It was a REAL COCK!! In
reflex, I tried to pull away. But firm hands on the back of my head pulled me
forward. The cock slid forward and back into my face. At the same time I felt
the earrings on my breasts being removed. They were replaced my warm hands
massaging the hypersensitized nipples. At my groin, more unseen fingers
fondled my swollen balls. Waves of passion crashed through me. I began to
tongue and suck the cock for all I was worth. I pictured myself: my budding
tits quivering under their caress; my feminine waist neatly defined; my body
constrained and tied. I was a helpless slut, shamelessly servicing my unseen
master. And I loved it!
I worked my lips in an abandoned frenzy. The cock seemed to grow still
larger in my mouth. Its heat almost searing my tongue. Someone below my own
cock was now being pumped. But the sensation was now deep inside me. An
incredible pressure built within my loins. My head was forced forward. I
eagerly took in more of the cock. I wanted it all now. I felt a heavy ball
sack slapping at my chin. I slavered and sucked with all my remaining
strength as I felt a hot stream gush down my throat.
At that instant, the grip on my cock head was released. A flash of light
filled my blinded eyes. I wanted to scream as ecstacy tore through me. My
groin exploded violently. My total existence blasted through my cock. The
limp cock slid from my lips. All the energy from my muscles seemed to drain
from my cock in an unending torrent. I slumped to the floor.
Later, I was barely aware of being lifted. Gently, I was placed on the
bed. I lay there lifeless. My hands were freed and I was stripped of my
clothing. I felt a soft kiss on my forehead; then, in the distance, the sound
of a closing door. When my heart stopped pounding and my breathing became more
regular, I reached up and removed my blindfold. My eyes snapped shut in
response to the sudden brightness. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
When my vision returned I stared for the longest time at he whiteness smeared
on my fingers....
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