From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Captive by Mistress Kay 1/4
Date: 10 May 1996 17:00:22 GMT

			     The Captive
				  by
			     Mistress Kay
				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 magazines 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 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 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 twelfth-floor balcony affording a
beautiful view of the water front. 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 stuffed 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 caught 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 Mistress Kay 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 where feminine clothes... The last thought
sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my spine. I took a healthy
gulp from my drink in an 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 Mistress Kay.
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," 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 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 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 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.
Mistress Kay responded with an almost bubbly enthusiasm; 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 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 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 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. Let's 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 remote 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.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Captive 2/4
Date: 10 May 1996 17:05:27 GMT

			     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 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 an 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 Mistress Kay 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 mi nd 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 Mistress
Kay. 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 with 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 mode st 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 five 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 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 response.

	Mistress Kay 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 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 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 seem 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 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. 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 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." Mistress Kay 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 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 pose as she did the 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.

	Mistress Kay 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. Mistress Kay 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 be 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 with her nails along the length of my cock. I
groaned as my pleasure grew maddeningly; denied relief by her squeeze.

	Without releasing her grip, Mistress Kay 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 nylon-ed 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, Mistress Kay 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 buckle tightly around the top of my ball sac,
behind my balls 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, 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. Mistress Kay 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 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 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 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 the 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 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.

	Mistress Kay again stepped back to exam 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.

	Mistress Kay 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 Mistress Kay re turned to her bag, I took the
opportunity to rub my nylon-ed 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.

	Mistress Kay 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 my 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, re-tying 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 re lease. Mistress Kay
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 I already felt.

	As if enjoying a new toy, Mistress Kay spun me again and
again. The room flashed by in a blur. On each rotation I caught a
brief glimpse of Mistress Kay, 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.

	Mistress Kay 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. Mistress
Kay'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."

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Captive 3/4
Date: 10 May 1996 17:06:33 GMT

			     The Captive
				  by
			     Mistress Kay
			       Part III

	Still grinning at my helplessness, Mistress Kay 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. Be quiet
while I am talkng 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."

	Mistress Kay 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. Mistress Kay 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 corsetted waist and my pseudo-
breasts jiggling. And worst of all; with my still-throbbing 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, Mistress Kay 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," Mistress Kay 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 an evil smile Mistress Kay
reached down and slowly fondled my right `breast'. In spite of my self
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
Mistress Kay buckle 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," Mistress Kay 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 th at came out was low
guttural sounds and loud sucking noises. I tried to tear myself from
the unyielding ropes. Mistress Kay 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, Mistress Kay 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 and used it on my brows with light
fluttery 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 Mistress Kay 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. She 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 their 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 nylon-ed 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.

	Mistress Kay 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.

	"Tara," Mistress Kay exclaimed as she opened the door. I
looked up; my curiosity overcoming my fear. All I could see was
Mistress Kay'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 Mistress Kay. 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 Mistress Kay 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
Mistress Kay, 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, Tara signaled
danger and sensuality. Above was a silk-knit tank top that caressed,
but barely contained, her large bra less 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 Mistress Kay 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 th at I was wrong about her height. She was shorter than
Mistress Kay 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 with out 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 Mistress Kay
had lit one of my joints, they stood and approached me. I found myself
staring at Tara's skyscraper heels as she neared. She must have
noticed my attention because she lifted her right foot onto 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 remark ed.

	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, Tara 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. Mistress Kay
enjoyed rubbing my nylon-ed legs. Tara 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 t o their
touch. I became almost delirious with arousal; a total prisoner unable
to even mentally resist.

	"There seems to be something missing," Mistress Kay 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," Tara 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. Tara 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) Tara stopped laughing and grew angry. "Enough already,
or you'll really be punished." The pain and my own anger were so 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," Tara barked, "you were warned.
You'll have to sit out the party." She nodded to Mistress Kay, 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 in to 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 collar, I
tried in vain to shake my head `NO'. I apologized; I begged; I prayed
and 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
night air. Both left me shivering uncontrollably.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Captive 4/4
Date: 10 May 1996 17:06:24 GMT

			     The Captive
				  by
			     Mistress Kay
			       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, th e 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 the 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 reveling 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 narrowed 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 pitched 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. Next, I felt the rings 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 cares s; 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 reach ed up and
removed my blindfold. My eyes snapped shut in response to the sudden b
rightness. 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...

			       The End