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The Captive, Part 2
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THE CAPTIVE -----------
By
Mistress Kay
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 severa l deep drags. Exhaling slowly, I felt a dizzy
airiness waft through my head. Qu ickly peeling my clothes off, I
headed to the shower. As I stepped under the spr ay, my cock swayed
in front of me. It seemed larger and harder that I ever remem bered
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, i f 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 m y present feverish state
I felt my erection would quickly return; I was sure tha t Mistress
Kay would somehow know that I had disobeyed.
Finishing the joint as I went, I slipped into a fresh pair of briefs;
stretc hing 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 mi nd strayed frequently. Snapping back to
reality to discover myself sitting on th e bed with one sock on, I
realized that I had gone far beyond a light buzz. I wa s 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 s uite 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 Mistress Kay. Her
brief pho ne des cription 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 with a
wet-look gloss. She had her long hair pulled back into a cas ual 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 l eotard 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 mode st about them. Deeply
tanned, they looked lovely without stockings. So smooth an d slim,
and they seemed to extend forever. I followed them down with my eyes
unt il they disappeared into her red pumps. I stared numbly at the
five inch spike h eels.
"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. S he strolled in, dropping a large tote bag in
a chair as she went. I locked the d oor and turned to see her move
through the suite. The fabric of her skirt stretc hed tight as her
firm ass swayed from side to side as she glided toward the bedr oom.
Just as I started to follow after her, she reappeared. "Nice. Very
nice," s he 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 ligh ted 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. S cotch 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 poure d 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 approach ed.
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 respons e.
Mistress Kay made small talk about the traffic and weather as we sat
and sipp ed 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 thigh s exposed as she crossed her
legs, and the gentle swaying of her slim high heel. 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 st aring 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 famil iar sound of a
soft, growl-like murmur brought my eyes upwards.
Until now I had subconsciously avoided direct eye contact. Now I knew
why. H er overall appearance of innocence was betrayed by something
deep within those e yes; Large brown pools that penetrated so. I felt
myself being drawn in. They se em 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," Mistress Kay ordered and I obeyed. "Get undressed," came
another soft c ommand. Responding almost mechanically, I removed my
clothes. The lay on the flo or around me where they fell. My eyes
admired those incredibly long legs as Caro l, 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 ther
e naked. Mistress Kay turned and approached. In my stoned state she
seemed to be moving underwater. The few steps between us took
forever. My mind was jarred momentari ly 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. T hey
stood firm and proud; the deep vee of the neckline hinting at the
soft valle y between them. The taut shiny fabric highlighted their
full roundness and promi nent nipples.
"Turn around." Mistress Kay now stood inches from me. I had to look
up slight ly 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 wr ists were
pulled firmly behind me. A wide band of leather circled them. The stra
p tightened sharply. My hands, suddenly released, fell against my
bare ass. My w rists felt welded together when I tested them. A surge
of panic and arousal swep t through me. My already straining cock
twitched up and down in front of me. I s ensed Mistress Kay 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 p ose as she did the other. They were an
opaque flesh color and finished with a hi gh 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. Sh
e moved deliberately; using both hands to smooth the fabric upwards.
As she appr oached 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.
Mistress Kay again disappeared behind me. I took the opportunity to
examine m y new limbs as I twisted and turned them. They seemed
somehow slimmer and more attract ive then before. The soft reflection
of the room lights shimmered and sparkled o n the shiny material. My
cock, now imprisoned against my stomach, was tantalized by the soft
yet unyielding cloth. Mistress Kay returned to view, holding somethi
ng beh ind her. She had now removed her skirt and I was allowed for
the first time to a dmire 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
ove r her flat stomach and narrow waist. The faintest outline of her
cunt lips was v isible 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 s he opened and closed them. In horror, I tugged at
my bonds and began to edge awa y. "Hold still," she said as she
pulled be back by the waistband of my tights. I froze breathlessly as
she carefully cut a small hole in the nylon. Suddenly fre e, my cock
leaped outward. She squeezed it just behind the engorged head with tw
o 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 rnails along the length of my cock. I
groaned as my pleasure grew maddeningly; d enied relief by her
squeeze.
Without releasing her grip, Mistress Kay again ordered me to raise
each foot in tur n. It took a few moments for me to regain enough
composure to realize what she w as 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 cr otch 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 sna ps behind my balls and in several places along the
length of my cock. The last o f these was around the base of my
cockhead, replacing the grip of her fingers. O nce these were firmly
in place, Mistress Kay pulled the closed end of the tube ov er 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 tug ging the laces tight. The lacing continued to
the base of my cock, then up to th e top edge of the briefs. She
pulled the waistband extra snug and finished it wi th a double knot.
As a final measure, there were several attached straps of heav ier
latex. These she buckle tightly around the top of my ball sac, behind
my bal ls against my abdomen, and around the base of the head of my
cock.
Mistress Kay stepped back and, placing her hands at her narrow waist,
surveye d 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 crot ch. Mistress Kay walked
around me, rubbing her hands over the briefs. My ass chee ks wer e
cupped and lifted by the stretchy material. Teasingly, she stroked
and squeeze d my encased cock and balls. The combination of the tight
straps and lacing prev ented 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 or gasmic release. I
moaned involuntarily as my arousal expanded in to a dull, plea
surable ache deep within me. In addition, the latex captured my body
heat and pe rspiration; further adding to my discomfort.
"So far, so good," remarked Mistress Kay 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 imprison ed
penis. She grounded her hips in a circular motion, which elicited
another moa n 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, s he tugged and pulled until
I was gasping for breath. Laughing at my discomfort, she gave me a
playful slap on my stomach which was 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 t he pressure on my ribcage.
"Now for your titties," Mistress Kay 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 th e 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 th ighs
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 n ot large; somewhat less than a B cup at best.
But they were well formed and quit e 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 engor ged and
sensitive and I winced as she tweaked them with her long nails.
Mistress Kay again stepped back to exam me. She nodded and grinned in
approva l. For my part, I stood there silently blushing; savoring the
delicious sensations of my attire and relishing my helplessness.
Mistress Kay looked briefly around the s uite. "Follow me," she said
using my latex-encased penis as a leash. Given my conditio n, 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 s wivel 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 Mistress Kay re turned 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 c
onfined cock throb within the bondage briefs. I was turned-on to a
level I had n ever 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.
Mistress Kay returned with several lengths of rope. "Time to make you
a littl e 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 ar ound 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 rop e
to one of my ankles. Drawing it back and looping it around the base
of the cha ir beneath the seat, she drew my foot off the floor and up
towards the back of t he 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 d one 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 slight ly 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 re lease. Mistress Kay gave
the chair a harder spin, this time sending me on several revol
utions. The room continued to move after I finally came to a rest.
The dizziness added to the lightheadedness I already felt.
As if enjoying a new toy, Mistress Kay spun me again and again. The
room flas hed by in a blur. On each rotation I caught a brief glimpse
of Mistress Kay, standing w ith he r 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 s topped
did I reopen them. The room seem to continue to move wildly. Finally
I w as able to blink it to a stop.
Mistress Kay towered over me. Her full lips were spread in a
sinister grin. She ca ptured my eyes with hers. I stared upwards,
enrapt in her beauty. "Welcome to th e 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 fo r 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 cause d me to jerk against my bonds. Beads of sweat formed on my
forehead and tears we lled up in my eyes. I finally found my voice.
Babbling excitedly I pleaded to be allow to come. Mistress Kay's
laugh became louder and more diabolical and reverb erated 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."
(continued)
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