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The Captive, Part 1
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THE CAPTIVE -----------
By
Mistress Kay
Part I
I unlocked the door to my hotel suite and walked in. The cool of the
air con ditioning was a welcome relief from the sticky heat of the
city streets. I poure d myself a drink, kicked off my shoes, and
settled into an arm chair with the lo ad of magazines that I'd bought.
I'm not the sort of guy who frequents a fancy downtown hotel like
this. In f act this was my first visit here and, in fact, to this
city. I'd taken second pl ace in a sales contest at work and had won
a "Second Honeymoon Weekend for Two" at this hotel about 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 actually 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 thirty-seven and
work out regularly to keep in top shape. It just all s eemed at times
to be too much bother. Anyway, after some thought, I decided to u se
my prize. I deserved some time off and besides could find some use
for the $5 00 in spending money included.
The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a two-room
suite; a si tting room with a twelveth-floor balcony affording a
beautiful view of the water front. There also was a separate bedroom
with a king size bed. Amenities include d a well-stocked bar and a
jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had been a nice summer d ay for the
drive and I'd arrived early enough to avoid the crush of rush hour tr
affic. After freshening up I went for a stroll to get my bearings,
had a few dri nks in a nearby bar, and stuffed myself with a steak
dinner. On my way back to t he hotel, I'd stopped by a magazine stand.
Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped disinterestedly through
the pag es. 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 gra bbed 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 re ason, a small ad near the back caught my eye. "QUALITY
ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DIS CRIMINATING 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 wi de variety of 'services'
and we have a variety of attractive 'service technician s' 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 th e 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 wonderin g if one of your ladies could
visit me in my hotel room." "If you'll tell me a l ittle 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 co llect our referral fee if you decide to get together."
Her easy-going manner had put me at ease. "I'm interested in a 'she'.
Someo ne 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 Mistress Kay is a vailab le
this evening. I'm sure she'll suit your tastes. If you like, I'll
have her gi ve 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, m y mind raced. Rich fantasies that I had buried deep within
my subconscious now b ubbled to the surface. Visions of being
helplessly bound before a tall, beautifu l goddess... commanded to
serve and to do unmentionable things... being stripped of my
masculinity and forced to where feminine clothes... The last thought
sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my spine. I took a healthy
gulp from my d rink 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 t he ringing phone. My ear was met with a husky,
yet very feminine, voice. "Hello, John... this is Mistress Kay. How
are you doing tonight ?" "F-f- fine," I finall y mana ged to blurt
out, "H-h-how are you ?" I felt like an idiot; as if I were a teena
ger asking for his first date. "I'm doing just fine," Mistress Kay
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 g etting
together. Why don't I tell you a little about myself to help break
the ic e."
She went on to described herself in a manner that made my crotch
swell again st 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 lon g legs. How does
that sound to you ?" The last remark sent another tingle throug h my
cock. I'm a leg man from way back. "It sounds great !" I responded
with en thusiasm. "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 o ut my desires of bondage and domination; my voice quickening
and my descriptions becoming more graphic as I went. Mistress Kay
responded with an almost bubbly en thusia sm; encouraging 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 c
lothes." She purred softly in response, "Now THAT sounds delicious."
She asked for a brief description of myself. She murmured in approval
as I r elated my 5'10, 180 lb., muscular build. "Mmmm a big boy... or
should I say a bi g 'girl'. I like that." She quickly covered the
business end of things; the agen cy's and her fee. It was a lot but I
was far beyond caring by now. I gave her th e hotel name and my room
number. "I got to gather a few things and grab a cab; b ut I should
be there in about a half-hour. Now I want you to behave yourself unt
il then. Don't even touch that hot little cock of yours before I
arrive." The la st was delivered in the same husky, bubbly voice. But
it bore into the core of m y soul very much as a command.
I was about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "I forgot to
ask. Wh at 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. L ets 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 ins tinctively reached down to relieve the burning
desire between my legs. Suddenly, as if by remote control, my hand
came to a stop inches from my crotch. I sat an d stared at it as it
quivered nervously; suspended in mid- air.
(continued)
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