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Subject: THE CAPTIVE 
Date: 2 Dec 1996 23:17:16 GMT

THE CAPTIVE -----------

By

Mistress Kay


Part I

I unlocked the door to my hotel suite and walked in. The cool of the
air con ditioning was a welcome relief from the sticky heat of the
city streets. I poure d myself a drink, kicked off my shoes, and
settled into an arm chair with the lo ad of magazines that I'd bought.

I'm not the sort of guy who frequents a fancy downtown hotel like
this. In f act this was my first visit here and, in fact, to this
city. I'd taken second pl ace in a sales contest at work and had won
a "Second Honeymoon Weekend for Two" at this hotel about a hundred
miles from my hometown. Since I'm not married, the gang at the office
kidded me about the wild time I would have with some "pretty young
thing." Of course I would never admit it to them but, after breaking
up with my wife a year ago, I'd actually dated very little.

I'd gotten quickly bored with the pick-up scene. Or maybe, more
honestly, I" d felt that an almost-middle-aged guy like myself
couldn't compete with all the young studs in the bars.  Not that I
consider myself over the hill or anything; I'm only thirty-seven and
work out regularly to keep in top shape. It just all s eemed at times
to be too much bother. Anyway, after some thought, I decided to u se
my prize. I deserved some time off and besides could find some use
for the $5 00 in spending money included.

The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a two-room
suite; a si tting room with a twelveth-floor balcony affording a
beautiful view of the water front. There also was a separate bedroom
with a king size bed. Amenities include d a well-stocked bar and a
jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had been a nice summer d ay for the
drive and I'd arrived early enough to avoid the crush of rush hour tr
affic. After freshening up I went for a stroll to get my bearings,
had a few dri nks in a nearby bar, and stuffed myself with a steak
dinner. On my way back to t he hotel, I'd stopped by a magazine stand.

Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped disinterestedly through
the pag es. I lit up one of the supply of joints I'd rolled for the
weekend and let the warmth of the gentle buzz seep into my brain. I
quickly got bored with the usual sports and political stuff and
instead turned to the free tabloid paper I'd gra bbed from a street
rack. It was a fairly typical "adult entertainment" rag and I made
mental notes about some of the nearby strip joints advertised. For
some re ason, a small ad near the back caught my eye. "QUALITY
ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DIS CRIMINATING GENTLEMAN" was all it said,
listing a phone number. For the hell of it I reached for the phone
and dialed.

After a few rings a deep female voice answered with simply a soft
'Hello'. I mentioned seeing the ad and asked about what kinds of
'services' they offered. She must have sensed my sarcasm and
responded with a small laugh. "We offer a wi de variety of 'services'
and we have a variety of attractive 'service technician s' available.
We offer premium quality at a premium price. What kind of 'service '
are you interested in ?"

The last time I'd used a hooker was years ago while in the service.
Maybe th e booze and smoke had melted my reserve. I had the prize
money in my pocket and I was in the city to have a good time so I
decided to go for it. "I was wonderin g if one of your ladies could
visit me in my hotel room." "If you'll tell me a l ittle bit about
what you desire," she replied, "I'll be glad to have one of our
agents call you. You can work out the details with him or her. He or
she will co llect our referral fee if you decide to get together."

Her easy-going manner had put me at ease. "I'm interested in a 'she'.
Someo ne tall and slim, but with a nice figure. A woman of class,
with brains as well as a body. Someone self-assured and confident." I
hesitated; then blurted out, "A woman not afraid to take charge... I
mean... to take control... I mean..." "I understand," she said,
interrupting my embarrassment, "I think Mistress Kay is a vailab le
this evening. I'm sure she'll suit your tastes. If you like, I'll
have her gi ve you a call." Feeling my cock grow slightly in my
slacks, I gave her my first name and phone number.

I went to the bar and freshened my drink. Settling once again in my
chair, m y mind raced. Rich fantasies that I had buried deep within
my subconscious now b ubbled to the surface. Visions of being
helplessly bound before a tall, beautifu l goddess... commanded to
serve and to do unmentionable things... being stripped of my
masculinity and forced to where feminine clothes... The last thought
sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my spine. I took a healthy
gulp from my d rink in a effort to calm my now pounding heart. I
toyed with the idea of another joint to settle me down but decided
that I needed to keep my wits about me.

The sudden explosion of sound from the phone made me jerk and spill
my drink in my lap. I made a half-hearted effort at wiping up the
mess before grabbing t he ringing phone. My ear was met with a husky,
yet very feminine, voice. "Hello, John... this is Mistress Kay. How
are you doing tonight ?" "F-f- fine," I finall y mana ged to blurt
out, "H-h-how are you ?" I felt like an idiot; as if I were a teena
ger asking for his first date. "I'm doing just fine," Mistress Kay
replied. "The agency said you called. What can I do for you ?" I
again started stammering. "W-w-well , I thought you could join me at
my hotel for a few drinks or a joint a-a-and... " "That's O.K.," she
interjected soothingly, "I know that you're excited about g etting
together. Why don't I tell you a little about myself to help break
the ic e."

She went on to described herself in a manner that made my crotch
swell again st my now-soaked slacks. She said she was twenty-eight,
5' 10", with brown eyes and long brown hair. "And I've been told a
rather nice body," she continued with a twinkle in her voice. "I'm
especially proud of my tight little ass and my lon g legs. How does
that sound to you ?" The last remark sent another tingle throug h my
cock. I'm a leg man from way back.  "It sounds great !" I responded
with en thusiasm. "Good," she cooed, "Now tell me about what sort of
things you've been fantasizing about before I called."

Somehow her straight-forward yet gentle manner eased the tension. I
poured o ut my desires of bondage and domination; my voice quickening
and my descriptions becoming more graphic as I went. Mistress Kay
responded with an almost bubbly en thusia sm; encouraging me to fill
in any details that I might have forgotten. Finally, I summoned my
courage and added, "...and I'd love to be forced to wear women's c
lothes." She purred softly in response, "Now THAT sounds delicious."

She asked for a brief description of myself. She murmured in approval
as I r elated my 5'10, 180 lb., muscular build. "Mmmm a big boy... or
should I say a bi g 'girl'. I like that." She quickly covered the
business end of things; the agen cy's and her fee. It was a lot but I
was far beyond caring by now. I gave her th e hotel name and my room
number. "I got to gather a few things and grab a cab; b ut I should
be there in about a half-hour. Now I want you to behave yourself unt
il then. Don't even touch that hot little cock of yours before I
arrive." The la st was delivered in the same husky, bubbly voice. But
it bore into the core of m y soul very much as a command.

I was about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "I forgot to
ask. Wh at sort of things are you interested in ?" There was a pause
and the same murmur , this time with a slight edge of a growl.
""Mmmm... you find out soon enough. L ets just say that I like to be
in command."

I sat there stunned, the receiver frozen to my ear. I never heard the
click; it took the dial tone to shock me back to reality. As I hung
up the phone I ins tinctively reached down to relieve the burning
desire between my legs. Suddenly, as if by remote control, my hand
came to a stop inches from my crotch. I sat an d stared at it as it
quivered nervously; suspended in mid- air.


Part II

I don't know how long I sat there before suddenly coming back to my
senses. Shaken, I decided to have that second joint to calm me. I lit
it and took severa l deep drags. Exhaling slowly, I felt a dizzy
airiness waft through my head.  Qu ickly peeling my clothes off, I
headed to the shower. As I stepped under the spr ay, my cock swayed
in front of me. It seemed larger and harder that I ever remem bered
it, the skin on its head stretched taut and shiny. I turned the water
all the way to cold in a attempt to quell the aching need to beat
off. The relief, i f any, and short-lived. Toweling off, I was forced
to pat my crotch as gently as possible lest the rough terrycloth
trigger a forbidden orgasm. Even though in m y present feverish state
I felt my erection would quickly return; I was sure tha t Mistress
Kay would somehow know that I had disobeyed.

Finishing the joint as I went, I slipped into a fresh pair of briefs;
stretc hing the waistband to the limit and bending forward in order
to capture my cock without any forbidden touch.  As I fumbled with my
slacks and sport shirt, my mi nd strayed frequently. Snapping back to
reality to discover myself sitting on th e bed with one sock on, I
realized that I had gone far beyond a light buzz. I wa s totally
wrecked. Panic struck me; would I be able to keep my wits sufficiently
about me? Struggling to concentrate on the tasks at hand, I somehow
managed to put the required money on the end table in an envelope. I
wandered around the s uite in a haphazard attempt at tidying things
up. I was about to refill my drink from the bar when a loud knock at
the door startled me.

I shuffled to the door and opened it. There stood Mistress Kay. Her
brief pho ne des cription did not begin to do her justice. She was
not at all as I had imagined. A broad smile spread across her face;
brilliant white teeth framed her soft red lips shining with a
wet-look gloss. She had her long hair pulled back into a cas ual pony
tail. This, along with the moderate makeup and her casual outfit, gave
her more the appearance of a coed than a hooker. She wore a jean
jacket over a l eotard and a matching denim skirt. The latter was
fashionably short, cut several inches above the knee. It featured her
legs wonderfully. She had been most mode st about them. Deeply
tanned, they looked lovely without stockings. So smooth an d slim,
and they seemed to extend forever. I followed them down with my eyes
unt il they disappeared into her red pumps. I stared numbly at the
five inch spike h eels.

"May I come in, John ?" The soft huskiness of her voice caused me to
jerk my head upwards.  Too dazed to respond, I stepped back and
allowed her to enter. S he strolled in, dropping a large tote bag in
a chair as she went. I locked the d oor and turned to see her move
through the suite. The fabric of her skirt stretc hed tight as her
firm ass swayed from side to side as she glided toward the bedr oom.
Just as I started to follow after her, she reappeared. "Nice. Very
nice," s he offered. Taking a deep breath she remarked, "Seems like
you started the party without me. Got any more ?" Finding my voice I
replied "Sure," and quickly ligh ted another joint. Offering it to
her I noticed that the heels gave her several inches over me.

"A drink ?" I asked, mad at myself for mumbling in monosyllables.
"Please. S cotch on the rocks if you have it." "Coming right up," I
said moving to the bar. As it had on the phone, her easy going manner
had again put me at ease. I poure d one for myself and moved to the
couch where she had seated herself. I felt my face redden as I
noticed her looking straight at my bulging zipper as I approach ed.
Embarrassed, I handed her drink and took a seat in the armchair next
to the couch and painfully tried to cross my legs. This brought a
small grin in respons e.

Mistress Kay made small talk about the traffic and weather as we sat
and sipp ed our drinks. I tried to keep my eyes moving; alternately
staring at the swell of her firm breasts peeking out from beneath her
jacket, the expanse of her trim thigh s exposed as she crossed her
legs, and the gentle swaying of her slim high heel. I certainly
didn't need the additional booze and grass. Both my inhibitions and
my self-control were fading rapidly.  I lapsed into silence and found
myself st aring at her long sculptured nails as she passed the end of
the joint. They were the same shiny soft red as her lips. I found
myself intrigued by them. Somehow they seemed both seductive and
threatening at the same time. Suddenly, the famil iar sound of a
soft, growl-like murmur brought my eyes upwards.

Until now I had subconsciously avoided direct eye contact. Now I knew
why. H er overall appearance of innocence was betrayed by something
deep within those e yes; Large brown pools that penetrated so. I felt
myself being drawn in. They se em to bore deep into my soul. I was
unable to avert my gaze; trapped like a deer in a car's headlights. A
shiver of panic and pleasure went through me as a soft "Time to
begin," echoed in my ears.

"Stand up," Mistress Kay ordered and I obeyed. "Get undressed," came
another soft c ommand. Responding almost mechanically, I removed my
clothes. The lay on the flo or around me where they fell. My eyes
admired those incredibly long legs as Caro l, now standing, turned
away from me and rummaged through the tote bag. My body hair seemed
to ruffle in the cool breeze of the air conditioning as I stood ther
e naked. Mistress Kay turned and approached. In my stoned state she
seemed to be moving underwater. The few steps between us took
forever. My mind was jarred momentari ly by the sight that I beheld;
until now I had not realized that she had removed her jacket. Her
braless breasts swayed slightly under the sleeveless leotard. T hey
stood firm and proud; the deep vee of the neckline hinting at the
soft valle y between them. The taut shiny fabric highlighted their
full roundness and promi nent nipples.

"Turn around." Mistress Kay now stood inches from me. I had to look
up slight ly to reach those mysterious brown eyes. A devilish grin
had transformed her face from cute to cunning. "Turn around," she
said again. The barest hint of roughness in her voice created more
urgency than if she had yelled. I shuffled around. My wr ists were
pulled firmly behind me. A wide band of leather circled them. The stra
p tightened sharply. My hands, suddenly released, fell against my
bare ass. My w rists felt welded together when I tested them. A surge
of panic and arousal swep t through me. My already straining cock
twitched up and down in front of me. I s ensed Mistress Kay moving
behind me but I was afraid to turn without permission.

After a few moments she reappeared. Slowly she dropped to her knees
in front of me. My cock jumped again. "Lift your foot," came the soft
command.  Looking down, I watched as she drew a pair of tights over
my raised foot. I shifted my p ose as she did the other. They were an
opaque flesh color and finished with a hi gh gloss. I watched in
fascination as my hairy limbs became sleek as she glided the shiny
nylon upward. My flesh tingled as their firm caress enveloped them. Sh
e moved deliberately; using both hands to smooth the fabric upwards.
As she appr oached my groin, my cock quivered anew and my eyes closed
in anticipation. They jerked open and I yelped as the waistband
snapped painfully around my middle.

Mistress Kay again disappeared behind me. I took the opportunity to
examine m y new limbs as I twisted and turned them. They seemed
somehow slimmer and more attract ive then before. The soft reflection
of the room lights shimmered and sparkled o n the shiny material. My
cock, now imprisoned against my stomach, was tantalized by the soft
yet unyielding cloth. Mistress Kay returned to view, holding somethi
ng beh ind her. She had now removed her skirt and I was allowed for
the first time to a dmire the entire length of those wondrous legs.
Incredibly smooth and flawlessly tan, they extended from the red
pumps in gentle curves. The high french cut of the shiny leotard
framed her long, firm thighs, round hips, and half exposed the tight
globes of her well- rounded ass. The garment fit like a layer of skin
ove r her flat stomach and narrow waist. The faintest outline of her
cunt lips was v isible where her legs met.

My enjoyment was short-lived. Bringing her hand into view she held a
pair of scissors menacingly before my crotch. Light flashed off the
silvery blades as s he opened and closed them. In horror, I tugged at
my bonds and began to edge awa y. "Hold still," she said as she
pulled be back by the waistband of my tights. I froze breathlessly as
she carefully cut a small hole in the nylon. Suddenly fre e, my cock
leaped outward. She squeezed it just behind the engorged head with tw
o fingers. Her firm grasp stopped my impending orgasm just short of
release. She pulled my balls through the hole and arranged the edge
of the nylon around them rnails along the length of my cock. I
groaned as my pleasure grew maddeningly; d enied relief by her
squeeze.

Without releasing her grip, Mistress Kay again ordered me to raise
each foot in tur n. It took a few moments for me to regain enough
composure to realize what she w as doing. She pulled a pair of briefs
up my nyloned legs. The were made of thin latex in the same bright
red as her high heels. The most bizarre part was the cr otch piece.
It formed into a pouch and narrow tube that matched the shape of my
swollen genitals. On the inside of the open tube, small straps
fastened with sna ps behind my balls and in several places along the
length of my cock. The last o f these was around the base of my
cockhead, replacing the grip of her fingers. O nce these were firmly
in place, Mistress Kay pulled the closed end of the tube ov er the
swollen head. Then she began to lace the top edges of the tube shut.
Beginning at the outer end, she worked slowly; carefully smoothing
the thin rubber and tug ging the laces tight. The lacing continued to
the base of my cock, then up to th e top edge of the briefs. She
pulled the waistband extra snug and finished it wi th a double knot.
As a final measure, there were several attached straps of heav ier
latex. These she buckle tightly around the top of my ball sac, behind
my bal ls against my abdomen, and around the base of the head of my
cock.

Mistress Kay stepped back and, placing her hands at her narrow waist,
surveye d her handiwork. I looked down in amazement at my trapped
genitals. They were totally enclosed in the bright red rubber and
stood pointing straight ahead from my crot ch. Mistress Kay walked
around me, rubbing her hands over the briefs. My ass chee ks wer e
cupped and lifted by the stretchy material. Teasingly, she stroked
and squeeze d my encased cock and balls. The combination of the tight
straps and lacing prev ented any subsiding or expansion of my raging
erection. I could feel her caress through the thin rubber and my
passion grew. Yet I was held firmly just short or gasmic release. I
moaned involuntarily as my arousal expanded in to a dull, plea
surable ache deep within me. In addition, the latex captured my body
heat and pe rspiration; further adding to my discomfort.

"So far, so good," remarked Mistress Kay as she once again turned to
the tote bag, "Now to work on the rest of you. This will give you
nice curves," She held up a formidable-looking waist cincher. It was
made of the same red latex, although in a much heavier grade, and was
heavily boned. She looped the garment around me. As she did so she
rose on her toes slightly and came down straddling my imprison ed
penis. She grounded her hips in a circular motion, which elicited
another moa n of frustration. With a giggle at my helplessness, she
stepped back, hooked the corset in place, and began lacing it.
Beginning at the bottom and working up, s he tugged and pulled until
I was gasping for breath. Laughing at my discomfort, she gave me a
playful slap on my stomach which was now reduced several inches. "
Ah... the price we women pay for fashion," she chuckled. My
midsection felt like in was in a vise. I tried, with no luck, to ease
the restraint by wiggling. But the boning was unyielding and I was
forced to take shallow breaths to relieve t he pressure on my ribcage.

"Now for your titties," Mistress Kay said, moving behind me. While
lacing the waist cinch she had carefully squeezed any available flesh
upwards. Now she fastened a series of straps around my well developed
pectorals. The thin straps formed th e outline of a bra, but without
the cups. As she pulled and adjusted the straps she leaned against
and over me. I enjoy greatly the brief brushes of her soft th ighs
and warm crotch against my bound hands.

After some time she was finally satisfied with the results. Looking
down, I was amazed. The corset and the harness had combined to form
breasts. They were n ot large; somewhat less than a B cup at best.
But they were well formed and quit e realistic looking. She ran her
hands over and over them, testing their bounce and arousing my tiny
nipples. The constraint of the straps made them quite engor ged and
sensitive and I winced as she tweaked them with her long nails.

Mistress Kay again stepped back to exam me. She nodded and grinned in
approva l. For my part, I stood there silently blushing; savoring the
delicious sensations of my attire and relishing my helplessness.
Mistress Kay looked briefly around the s uite. "Follow me," she said
using my latex-encased penis as a leash. Given my conditio n, I had
no choice but to follow as quickly as I could.

She led me over to the writing desk across the room. Pulling out the
large s wivel chair, which was on wheels, she commanded, "Sit." I
complied as quickly as I could given the limitations the corset put
on my movements. As Mistress Kay re turned to her bag, I took the
opportunity to rub my nyloned thighs together and enjoy the jiggle of
my new "breasts" as I bounced up and down it the seat. I felt my c
onfined cock throb within the bondage briefs. I was turned-on to a
level I had n ever imagined and looked forward to an impending
release of the lust pent up in my groin. Little did I know that the
evening had barely begun.

Mistress Kay returned with several lengths of rope. "Time to make you
a littl e more secure," she announced. Moving behind me, she pulled
my bound wrists behind the chair back. She attached a rope to the
strap and then wound it several times ar ound my midsection and the
chair back. She tied it tightly each time; forcing me to sit back
flush to the chair. Dropping to one knee, she next tied another rop e
to one of my ankles. Drawing it back and looping it around the base
of the cha ir beneath the seat, she drew my foot off the floor and up
towards the back of t he chair. She tied it in place and repeated the
process with the other leg. She gave a final check; tightening a line
here, retying a knot there. When she was d one I was lashed firmly to
the seat with my legs spread and pulled back beneath me. As if to
test her work, she gave the chair a spin.

I rotated helplessly in a circle. Between the ropes and the bonds I
could do little more than wiggle a few inches in place. The corset
and ropes were slight ly uncomfortable but I felt no pain other than
the dull ache as the blood pulsed through my throbbing cock. It stood
out obscenely from my groin, begging for re lease. Mistress Kay gave
the chair a harder spin, this time sending me on several revol
utions. The room continued to move after I finally came to a rest.
The dizziness added to the lightheadedness I already felt.

As if enjoying a new toy, Mistress Kay spun me again and again. The
room flas hed by in a blur. On each rotation I caught a brief glimpse
of Mistress Kay, standing w ith he r hands on her hips. Her hoarse
laughter echoed; fading in and out as I turned. I closed my eyes as
my head spun around. Only when I sensed that I had finally s topped
did I reopen them.  The room seem to continue to move wildly. Finally
I w as able to blink it to a stop.

Mistress Kay towered over me.  Her full lips were spread in a
sinister grin. She ca ptured my eyes with hers. I stared upwards,
enrapt in her beauty. "Welcome to th e world of Revlon," she said,
reaching towards me. Holding my chin in one hand, she proceeded to
color my lips with a thick coating of lipstick.  The taste was sweet
to my tongue. Holding out a tissue she motioned with her own moist
lips fo r me to blot. Smiling, she then held up the tissue for me to
see. There, in the same shiny color as her own, was the red imprint
of my lips.

This was too much. A surge of lust shot from deep within my loins
that cause d me to jerk against my bonds. Beads of sweat formed on my
forehead and tears we lled up in my eyes. I finally found my voice.
Babbling excitedly I pleaded to be allow to come. Mistress Kay's
laugh became louder and more diabolical and reverb erated through my
skull. Patting me gently on the head, she cooed softly, "Oh no, not
yet little girl.... We're going to have a party first."



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. "Sill y girl, she laughed and continued
dialing, "We can't have a party without guests ing 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 le ave right now. I'm sure
if you keep up the racket someone will eventually come a nd 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 silen t. Mistress Kay drop the skirt and turned
towards me. She had a look of triumph o n 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 tur ned 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-throbbing cock jutting
prominently out in front of me. My face felt warm a nd flushed. What
had I gotten myself into? I was trapped and totally at her merc y;
with no way to escape. A different kind of tears began to fill my
eyes. Invol untarily, I began to whimper.

Hanging up the phone, Mistress Kay again towered over me. My head
hung low; I was u nable to face her. "Such a poor baby," she giggled
as she gently patted me on th e head. I reddened even more in shame.
"Here's something to keep you content," s he cooed, lifting my chin.
I pulled back in amazement. There, inches from my eye s, was a rubber
cock. It was flesh-colored and looked enormous. Attached to it w as a
thick leather strap. "Wrap you big red lips around this, you little
cocksuc ker," Mistress Kay said. Her voice was now a cruel snarl.

"No," I screamed, jerking my head away in repulsion. I shook my head
from si de to side, my eyes glued on the thickly-veined cock head. I
clamped my jaw tigh tly shut. With a evil smile Mistress Kay reached
down and slowly fondled my right 'brea st'. In spite of my self I
felt a warm flood of arousal. Suddenly she pinched th e 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 com pletely, 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 h er hands released the strap I
was again seized by panic. I shook my head and str ained my tongue in
a vain effort to expel it. I began to hyperventilate in a fre nzied
effort to breathe. As I gasped in air I discovered that a narrow hole
thro ugh the center of the gag allowed air to enter fairly easily.
Gradually my frenz y subsided and my breathing became more regular.

"That's it," Mistress Kay instructed, "Work on that big hard cock
with your s weet l ittle mouth. You'll need the practice." The last
remark sent a shiver down my sp ine 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 mys elf from
the unyielding ropes. Mistress Kay gave the chair another spin. As I
swu ng aro und her laughter rang in my ears.

By the time I stopped revolving and my vision returned to normal,
Mistress Ka y has poured herself another drink. She stood in front of
me sipping it, her purse tuc ked under her arm. Looking up, I
surveyed her shapely form in her revealing outf it. 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 obje ction as if it were agreement, she nodded,
"Good." She stepped forward, and str addling the chair, sat on my
lap. She nestled in, reaching down to adjust my rub ber clad groin
into her crotch. My cock was pressed against her flat stomach. Th e
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 m y tears with a tissue. Rummaging in her purse, she
brought out an eyebrow pencil ery strokes. Occasionally she would
stop and use a tweezers to remove a few erra nt 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
alter ing my appearance permanently. Finally, satisfied with her
work, she went back i nto her purse.

Her firm breasts rested inches from my face. The tanned flesh jiggled
in fro nt of my eyes as Mistress Kay moved. I wished my mouth were
free so that I could suck o n those hard nipples that stretched the
shiny black nylon spandex of her leotard ticed my attention and gave
her breasts a playful shake. I groaned in frustratio n.

"Looks like we'll have to help you with your posture so that you'll
keep yo ur head up," she scolded. She stood and retrieved something
from the tote bag. S tepping behind me, she wrapped a heavy leather
collar around my neck. It was abo ut four inches wide and padded with
foam on the inside. As she fastened the buck le 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 tu
rn 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 ex aggerating 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 nyloned legs. I could even feel the heat
of her crotch through the rubber briefs. My balls seemed near
bursting as they s welled in the locked pouch. My eyes studied her
moist lips and the tip of her to ngue as it peeked out of the corner
of her mouth as she carefully applied eyelin er on me. I was reminded
that my own mouth now matched the shiny red color of he rs. The
realization made me suck the rubber cock more earnestly; enjoying the
sw eet taste of my lipstick as I did.

Mistress Kay leaned back and studied my face carefully. "That looks a
lot bet ter," she announced. I could feel my long lashes fluttering
as I blinked. After return ing 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 spr ayed 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 be tween my legs. "Enjoy," she teased as she spun the
chair again.

I whipped around rapidly, my eyes closing reflexively to minimize the
dizzin ess. 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; wanderin g from embarrassment to erotic
excitement. At times my consciousness seemed to f ocus on the sleek
feel of the tights, the tight compression of the corset, or th e 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 lou d knocking suddenly snapped me into crystal clear
consciousness. "Company!" Caro l announce cheerfully. As I watched
her firm ass sway across the room I struggle d 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 curios ity o vercoming my fear. All I could see was Mistress Kay's
shapely back in the doorway as sh e clenched in what was obviously a
passionate embrace. All that was visible of o ur visitor was her arms
as they wrapped themselves around Mistress Kay. I noted t he lon g
pink sculptured nails as they fondled and squeezed that sweet ass
that I crave d so. I felt my arousal growing anew at the soft sound
of their murmuring as the y kissed.

Finally they broke apart and entered the suite. I enjoyed my first
look at K athy. She was slightly shorter than Mistress Kay and of
medium build but full- fi gured. Her blonde hair was cut to medium
length, framing her dramatically (but not ove rly) made-up face. Like
Mistress Kay, she had striking eyes. At times they seemed emera ld
green; in other light they flashed a deepest blue.

What was most dramatic about her appearance was her attire. In
contrast to C arol's almost innocent first impression, Tara signaled
danger and sensuality. A bove 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. Th e thin black hide
shaped and molded her every curve; from her well rounded ass a nd
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 inc hes. I t was the boots that made the
difference. The heels were among the highest I'd e ver seen; at least
five inches and pencil thin. The result was an extreme arch e nding
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 te rror. There was obviously no fooling with this
woman.

The women sat and chatted among themselves; oblivious to me. At one
point Ca rol 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 a ttention through the
gag. They ignored my muffled pleas.

Finally, after they had finished their drinks and Mistress Kay had
lit one of my jo ints, 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 hea d. Then tracing a figure-eight over my
chest with a fingernail she added, "But p retty flat-chested."

Taking a deep drag on the joint, Tara straddled my lap. Wrapping her
arms a round my neck, she gave me a mock kiss. She blew the smoke
through the hole in t he 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 concent rate 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'; t he other teasing my bound body with her hands. Mistress
Kay enjoyed rubbing my ny loned legs. Tara would vigorously pump my
cock. The rubber harness prevented an orgas m. and my midsection
began cramping with intense pleasure/pain. All the while th e 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 t o even mentally resist.

"There seems to be something missing," Mistress Kay observed
dreamily, as she finis hed 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 anno unced. Returning
to my lap, she rubbed her ample breasts into mine. The deliciou s
softness caused my nipples to stiffen. Then taking one of the
earrings she sna pped 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 waile d, bucking so strongly
against the ropes that the whole chair jumped. Tara leap t to her
feet, laughing gleefully at my discomfort. As I twisted from side to
si de the earrings bounced and danced across my chest, magnifying my
agony. Tears s treaming from my eyes, I yelled and twitched
uncontrollably. After several minut es (an eternity to me) Tara
stopped laughing and grew angry. "Enough already, o r 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 t o sit out the party." She nodded to Mistress Kay, who now
stood behind me. Sudden ly, 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 c
ausing 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 ro ck 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 min d 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 he ard 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
clea red the threshold and rolled onto the balcony. My next
sensations were of the sl amming of the door behind me and the cool
night air. Both left me shivering unco ntrollably.



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 kn ow how much daylight remained.  Could
people on the street below see me? What a bout 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
particu larly acute. From inside the suite, I heard the muffled
sounds of music and voic es. From below came the noise of cars
passing on the streets. Somewhere there wa s faint laughter. Was it
directed at me? I again pulled at my bounds, hoping ag ainst hope
that the movement of the chair had somehow loosened them. But they he
ld as firm as before, allowing only an inch or two of movement. But
my efforts c aused 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 sp otted, I sat still.

After a few minutes the suffering caused by the earrings abated
somewhat. Ye t I was acutely aware of the two throbbing points on my
chest and I sucked vigor ously 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 wrigglin g anew,
this time to enjoy the slick feel of the nylon on my legs. I imagined
ho w 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 e
nthusiasm, I sucked the rubber cock in time with the pulsations in my
groin. I d rifted 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 m e of all perception of the passage of time. I flinched at
the sudden sound of th e balcony door sliding open. I bolted upright
and pleaded desperately into the g ag. In my fever-pitched state of
passion I was begging more for sexual release t han from my bondage.
The chair was again dragged backwards, bumping me rudely ov er 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 s moke 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 moa ned
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 colla r 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 cors et 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 ti ght 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 Car
ol 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 a t the strap holding my wrists. I pleaded anew into my
gag. Tears began to soak m y blindfold. I felt completely lost; any
shreds of self- will gone after hours o f helpless frustration. Now
utterly defeated; I slumped against my restraining g arments and
bonds.

Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the penis gag in place was
releas ed. The rubber phallus was pulled from my mouth with a loud
popping noise. I sta rted 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 ti me warm and resilient. My mind exploded in shock. It was a
REAL COCK!! In refle x, I tried to pull away. But firm hands on the
back of my head pulled me forward ngs on my breasts being removed.
They were replaced my warm hands massaging the hypersensitized
nipples. At my groin, more unseen fingers fondled my swollen bal ls.
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 helpl ess slut, shamelessly
servicing my unseen master. And I loved it!

I worked my lips in an abandoned frenzy. The cock seemed to grow
still large r 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 pressu re 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 s lavered
and sucked with all my remaining strength as I felt a hot stream gush
do wn my throat.

At that instant, the grip on my cock head was released. A flash of
light fil led my blinded eyes. I wanted to scream as ecstacy tore
through me. My groin exp loded 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 f elt a soft kiss on my forehead; then, in the
distance, the sound of a closing do or. 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
 
 


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