Captive (Fem Dom)
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 breathshe 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 hyper -
sensitized 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 ecstasy 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 the whiteness smeared on my
fingers....