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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Youngling in Distress" by Thornelius Klout
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This is a story about a 18-year old student, Joe, who
wants to try cross-dressing and bondage. But his
FemDom will take him all too much further into It....
(N)onstop, (Q)uit, (C)ontinue?
This story Copyright (C), 1994 by Thornelius Klout, Finland.
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Youngling in distress pt. 1-2 "To be dressed"
& "Cruel Feminization"
Joe was a shy eighteen years old college student. As long as he
could remember he had had a strong urge to be dominated by elder
women - in some way or other. Constantly he felt prone to behave
submissively. This secret tendency reflected also to his
appereances; he was quite thin and long-haired and pale faced. In
spite of his relative lack of masculinity he had tiny mustaches
which he had grown to avoid being misclassified as a girl in
school.
To fullfill his dreams Joe had for months been scanning the sexual
orientated ads in the local adult newspaper for any activity that
hinted to bondage, domination, and sometimes also female
transformation. However, he considered his fantasies very shameful,
but gradually his self-control became weaker and weaker.
One day he found an facinating ad by some 'Ms. Cheryl', which made
his needs irresistible. So Joe phoned this Ms. Cheryl, even though
he was not an 'old friend'. However, he was rewarded with what
sounded to be a very warm and caring lady.
Joe asked the important question, -'Do you do domination and rubber
bondage?' and she replied, -'Yes, of course, that's my main
activity. I also do transformations and feminizations, in case you
prefer those games... '.
Ms. Cheryl and Joe spoke for a long time and Ms. Cheryl asked Joe
very many questions about his background - his preferences, size,
looks - even about his family and parents. Without Joe's knowledge
Ms. Cheryl was very satisfied since for a while she had been
looking for a young man for her newest project, which would be a
custom made video film for a wealthy man. The highlights of
the "manuscript" for this film would include involuntary
feminization of a young man and further various forms of
humiliation and severe bondage.
She arranged time for Joe to meet at her location. After calling
Ms. Cheryl Joe very desperately hoped to be able to fulfill his
most intensive fantasies with that dominatrix. That would be a
scene in which he was in the service of a rubber dominatrix.
Next evening Joe arrived at her place. He was extreme excitated.
The place turned out to be a motel suite. He knocked the door and a
lady come to open it. In the doorway, Ms. Cheryl stood in one of
the most erotic outfits Joe had ever seen... She was wearing a
black turtle neck teddy made out of some shiny patent material. It
was extremely tight and cut high on the hips to accentuate her
beautiful legs. She had on a pair of long jet black stockings and
a pair of patent leather thigh boots with 5 inch stiletto heels. On
her heels Ms Cheryl was 15 cm taller than her young client.
-'So, you are Joe? Come in!' the lady asked with a soft voice.
-'Yes.. that's me' stuttered Joe and blushed.
-'Don't worry - take it easy now .. I'm here to entertain you - do
have fun with me, you sweet boy...' Ms. Cheryl smiled at Joe with
alluring glances. She was very pleased what she saw. Joe was only
about 170 cm and had a very thin almost feminine build to his body.
His skin was flawless, only the hairlyness in the upper lip was
visible. During the phone call Ms Cheryl had already concluded that
Joe could suit well for her games. She led him to a very large
bedroom where she sat down on a king-size bed and motioned for Joe
to sit in a nearby chair. -'I always videotape my sessions for my
own reasons - I hope that you don't mind about that' Ms. Cheryl
explained Joe and pressed the recording button of the camera
system.
Ms. Cheryl was a very attractive woman with a warm smile, radiant
flowing black hair and a very erotic look about her. Joe was
extremely eased with the situation when she took the command and
started to give him clear instructions.
-'Well, Joe! I want you to do excatly as I say', she commanded him.
'First I want to dress you like I want! Undress all your clothes!'.
Joe blushed and undressed slowly his clothes except his underwear.
-'Don't try to fool me! All your clothes, I said!' Ms. Cheryl
snapped at him.
She moved forward, took a heavy rubber corset from a bag and put it
around Joe's waist. -'Here we are... this is a good start, huh?'
she purred. The corsette was shaped like an hourglass, so small in
the middle that Joe thought he would never be able to wear it. He
noticed that the boning was almost continuous and that it would
reach from his armpits to his thighs. The corsette was heavily
padded and would reformulate his body into feminine looks. Then, Ms.
Cheryl began tightening the corset. As the corset drew tighter and
tighter, Joe had almost trouble getting his breath; finally, Ms.
Cheryl tied off the laces in back. Corset was so tight that Ms.
Cheryl had to use all her strength to pull the laces and tie them.
Then Joe was handed a pair of sheer back stockings and a shoe box.
He took one of the shoes out of the box and examined it. It was his
size. The shoe was imported from Italy and made of black patent
leather. The heel was very thin and had to be at least 5' high.
-'Wow, these are incredible!' he thought as he looked at the line
of his leg. He bent over and slid his hands up his stockings
admiring the way the heels made his legs look longer. Joe
obediently sat down and put the shoes on. He carefully stood up
and walked over to the mirror. Joe could walk, to his surprise,
but the high heels made it very difficult. The stiletto heels
clicked on the floor when he walked. He looked unbelievable. He
turned around and looked at himself. He felt powerful and
vulnerable all at the same time. The outfit brougth out his hidden
bizarre features.
-'Well, well, is this something, what you have been waiting for?',
asked Ms. Cheryl smiling.
-'Oooh, oh yesss', whispered Joe - he was tremendeously excited
with his transformation. His cheeks were burning red and his eyes
were gleaming passionately. He had so long waited this dream to
come true. He stood and looked at himself in the mirror, shocked.
Never had he worn anything like this. The outfit made him look
extremely erotic. Black high heeled shoes made his legs look
incredible, and his feet look so small.
-'Of course you want be now completely dressed as a maid, don't you
- you sissy? How about a pretty black dress and a frilly white
apron?', Ms. Cheryl teased Joe kindly. He hesitated, -'I don't
know, I guess this is enough for me....', he sighed.
-'Wait a minute, and you'll see what it is all about...' smiled Ms.
Cheryl. She dug out the box containing the outfit from bag. She
held up the black taffeta dress with puffy sleeves and short skirt
for him to inspect. She also brought the crinoline petticoats he
was going to need to make his new outfit complete.
-'Come on, just try it!' She encouraged him. -'It'll be fun just
to see what it looks like on you!' She rubbed her hands up Joe's
corset and she was smiling at him. -'Try it on for fit,' she
commanded and headed for her bag to get some accessories. 'This
will be great, you'll see,' she added. She had him stand into the
petticoat and pulled it up in place around his waist. Next she
took the dress and placed it carefully over his head and pulled it
down into place and zipped up the back of the dress. It was
obviously made to cling, but she seemed to have Joe's size. Ms.
Cheryl tied the pretty white satin apron at the waist into a big
bow at his back, and adjusted the flare of his skirt as it hung
over the stiff petticoat. Blushed Joe turned and faced Ms. Cheryl.
-'That looks marvellous on you,' Ms. Cheryl adored, 'turn around...
Yes, yes, it is very becoming'. Ms. Cheryl walked up behind the boy
and gently stroked the sleeves off of the shoulders and down onto
his arms. The dress had a scoop neckline and little cap sleeves,
and was cut full below the fitted bodice and was pretty short.
Pretty lace work decorated sleeves and the hemline of the dress. A
white small apron completed his outfit. The dress barely covered
the dark tops of his stockings.
It was now time for Joe to see himself, and he was lead to the full
length mirror in the corner, so he could see what Ms. Cheryl had
done to him. As he turned, Joe saw himself dressed as a cute maid.
The head and face was his but the body in the mirror was a woman's
figure. Ms. Cheryl was looking over his shoulder into the mirror,
this look sent a wave of shudders which passed through the Joe's
entire body. He was now a pretty maid to please his powerful
dominatrix.
Now fully dressed, Joe looked more and more like a woman. Holding
his shoulders, Ms. Cheryl leaned forward and said with a
threatening whispered voice in his ear, 'You are my pretty maid
now..., aren't you? And you will obey my orders, don't you...?' Joe
looked at his dominatrix nervously and swallowed. '...yes my
mistress ', he stuttered submissively.
-'And now naturally you want to be tied and humiliated, don't you?'
Ms. Cheryl asked Joe staring into his eyes. '.....oh...I'm not
sure...' Joe said with hesitation...
Pt. 2
Youngling in distress 2/4, "Cruel feminization"
-'Come on! Turn around and put your hands behind your back. This
will make you feel soooo gooood..' Joe turned around and slowly put
his hands behind his back. He wasn't sure what he was getting into
and he was certainly a little scared.
-'OK. before we begin, I just want you to trust me. Remember that
we can stop at anytime you want. Do you want to stop?'
-'...No.' Joe replied, acknowledging within himself that he
didn't... He was already incredibly turned on. This was all so new
and exciting. He didn't want to stop now.
-'OK, put your hands together palm to palm.' Joe obeyed and Ms.
Cheryl took a pair of hand-cuffs and fastened his wrists together.
Then she took another pair of cuffs and jammed his elbows together
and fastened them together.
-'This goes fine, since you are limber.' Ms. Cheryl purred at her
victim.
-'It is really necessary for it to be this tight?' Joe said,
struggling experimentally.
-'Absolutely. I can't have you getting free on me, can I?'
Joe continued to test her bonds. After a short time, it was
obvious that there was indeed no way he was going to get free
without Ms. Cheryl's help.
-'How do you feel?' Ms. Cheryl asked.
-'Very strange. I can't get out...You can do anything you want to
me.'
-'I know.' Ms. Cheryl smiled coldly with a meaningful glance at
Joe.
-'I think it's also time for you to be a good gir... eh.. boy and
remain quiet.' Ms. Cheryl said as she grabbed a reel of black
plastic tape.
-'...Don't worry... If something isn't right or you really feel the
need to get free, just hum a tune, any tune. -OK?'
-'OK..., but... I... mmmnn'
-'Now shut your mouth....Tightly!' Ms. Cheryl carefully worked the
tape onto Joe's mouth, until he felt the lips glued tightly together.
The tape smelled very strange. Joe tried unsuccessfully to open his
mouth with his tongue, not a chance. He felt even more powerless now
to
stop Ms. Cheryl and whatever she had in store for him.
-'Now's the time for the real thing, Joe! I think that your dress
is wonderful, but I always insist my clients to have some basic
feminine things in order in their personal appereances. Let's see if
I can help you with your looks...' she said looking carefully Joe's
eyes and skin.
-'You should know, I am a qualified beautician and hair-dresser, so
your new appeareances will be really something... eh.. different...
you'll see...' Rummaging in her purse, she brought out an eyebrow
pencil. Tilting up Joe's chin, she started filling and shaping his
brows with short, feathery strokes, but then she stopped frowning.
-'My, my.....I think that these eyebrows shoud be much thinner to
improve your appereances', she reported. She took a pair of
tweezers from her purse and began reshaping Joe's eyebrows to thin
arches.
-'Mmnn!???!!!!' Joe tried to protest - he didn't really want to
have any permanent changes in his looks. -'Gmnnnnn??!!!' He wiggled
and struggled to escape from his innocent game turning into an awful
and
dangerous phase. Feeling relieved he suddenly remembered Ms.
Cheryl's instructions and began to hum behind the tape as loudly as
he could. But Ms. Cheryl did not stop... she only smiled scornfully
at him and said sarcastically: -'So you are too scared to
continue, huh? That does not make any sense, you poor boy. I ignore
your opinion now - let's keep on having fun with you...'
Ms. Cheryl kept on picking Joe's eyebrows, but Joe tried vigorously
to avoid it in all possible ways. -'Freeze! You stupid boy!', she
commanded again but had no effect - Joe was shocked and kept on
struggling.
-'I warned you, you stupid sissy!' Ms. Cheryl sneered impatiently.
She took a transparent plastic bag and pulled it over Joe's head,
and fastened it with a tape around his neck.
-'If you don't obey my orders, you will suffocate to death!' she
almost screamed to him. Instantly Joe was in total panic - he could
not breath... The deadly plastic bag glued tightly against his face
and he was gasping for air in vain. Ms. Cheryl stood and watched
his agony. After 30 seconds she removed the bag and Joe was could
breath again. His face was dark red, eyes wide for fear.
-'That was a lesson for you? You are now in my control - this is
entirely my game, you got it, huh?' Ms. Cheryl stared to him. 'Now
you do what I say!... or else you'll get this bag on your pretty
face for good and all'. In few minutes Ms. Cheryl finished Joe's
eyebrows to thin feminine arches and he could nothing but look how
she removed most of his brows.
Then Ms. Cheryl commanded Joe to move to the bathroom where he was
told to sit on a chair - still his arms chained together with hand-
cuffs. In bathroom there also was a videocamera to record all
procedures performed to Joe. Without wasting any time Ms. Cheryl
proceeded with hair-dresser's professional routine and applied
hydrogenperoxide dye to Joe's his long hair, which was blonded.
Additionally she frizzed Joe's blonded hair. His arched brows and
eye-lashes got a permanent black dye, which made him looking very
attractive. With a small sharp instrument Joe's earlobes were
pierced and in a minute large ear-rings were hanging from his ears.
-'Now, my dear - I'll take your gag away - remember to keep
quiet..or else...!' she warned Joe and took off the tape which was
gagging him. Then she finished his make up and lips after having
shaved carefully his moustaches. To complete Joe's transformation
she also did a manicure for her "customer".
-'I think, that you have just found your new style, Joe!' she said
joyfully. -'You'll see that I have done you a great favor - you are
just something really special...'. Ms. Cheryl put a mirror in front
of Joe -'I am sure that this is exactly what you have been dreaming
of...' The feminized victim saw something which made him scared
and horrified and made him struggle in front of the large mirror.
The transformation was remarkable, almost unbelievable. Joe's
face no longer looked male in the slightest: his previously dark
brown hair was now shining blonde. Ms. Cheryl had curled it and
brushed over both shoulders and extended down to the bust-line. His
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face were expertly made up. Long black lashes futtered on
extravagantly lined and coloured eyelids and topped by plucked thin
eyebrows which had been expertly shaped into a delicate arch. His
pierced ears now supported a pair of large ear rings and his
hands were manicured, his nails enhanced by the glued on nail
extenders varnished to match his the full redness of his lips
looking full and kissable in their coat of glistening red. Joe's
fingers sparkled with rings and his wrists jangled with bracelets.
He was as completely female as possble and looked every inch the
part. Not only did he look female but every inch of him proclaimed
femininity.
-'You look stunning! Oh, am I a genious? - a real magnicifient
transformer, hah-hah!!!' Ms. Cheryl laughed walking up from behind.
-'Just one final touch, you sissy.' She brushed Joe's shoulder
length blond hair, collected it tightly as a pony tail, and tied it
up with a black ribbon high on the top of his head.
-'Now's the time to do some stimulating exercise!' she announced
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Joe into the
bedroom. She grabbed Joe's bound arms and tied a long rope at his
wrists. Then she made the rope to go trough a pulley attached to
the ceiling. She pulled the rope - and up went Joe's bound arms.
The rope forced him to bend over at the waist leaving his rear end
totally unprotected.
-'Oh! Please let my down! You hurt me!' helpless Joe protested
loudly.
-'Shut up, you pretty boy! This is just the real thing...' snapped
Ms. Cheryl. She was aroused and excited about the distress of her
feminized victim. She adored the way youngling's body was put under
strain and how helpless that sissy was. In that position, there
was access to all his sexual body parts.
She stood behind Joe and raised boy's pretty dress to uncover his
ass.
She caressed Joe's pale ass, his balls and limp cock. Joe felt Mc
Cheryl's fingers going intensively around his rear hole.
-'My, my...what we got here - your cute pink eye...' purred Ms.
Cheryl.
-'You know, it's time for you to find out what it really would mean
to be a lady... Just wait a minute, I think we will get a very nice
guest star to this show...'.
Joe's pretty made-up face had turned red and he looked scared -'I
want you to release me. Now! ...Let my arms down, it really hurts
me!' Joe begged distressed. Suddenly he heard noise and with great
difficulties tried to see what was happening behind him. The door
opened and a muscular and huge guy was there...!
-'Hi, Igor! I'll bet you wanna do some ass-fucking with this young
lovely novice here? I think he would adore your giant cock!?' the
excitated dominatrix cheered a tanned dark-haired man who was
taking off his pants. Ms. Cheryl took a camera in her hands to
record carefully all stimulating details of this session....
Joe was shocked and he desperately struggled to release his pretty
manicured hands to escape his fate. But he couldn't do anything -
that big hairy stud Igor was coming nearer and nearer - and the
rope still held the poor transvestite in his awkward and vulnerable
position...
-to be continued.....
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This story Copyright (C), 1994 by Thornelius Klout, Finland.
Redistribution via electronic means as well as a single hard copy
is permitted, as long as 1) this message is included;
2) the text is not altered in any way, and 3) no financial gain
is incurred from its redistribution.
Thornelius Klout, Finland
(N)onstop, (Q)uit, (C)ontinue? Youngling in distress, 3-4 "Anal attack" &
"Rubberization"
Pt 3.
Joe was in panic when he found out Igor's intentions to fuck him.
Despite Joe's awkward position with hands bound tightly behind his
back he prayed for mercy. -'I don't want nothing anymore. P..please
release me! I..I'll pay you all the money you ask if you let me
go...' begged Joe.
Igor - that hairy and tall stud got more and more impatient. 'Oh,
come on, Ms. Cheryl - gag him! I don't wanna hear that bullshit!'
Ms. Cheryl looked him 'Is it really necessary? - well, well, let's
see..' She tapped Joe's head, 'I think this extraordinary girl will
be quite obediant, now...'.
Igor stared Ms. Cheryl impatiently. 'Do it right now, I'll
videotape it for you!...' he said and took the camera in his hands.
Ms. Cheryl grabbed Joe's ponytail and jerked his head back. Joe
gasped. 'Oh no, no! Not a g-g-gag' he stuttered. He shook his head
from side to side, eyes glued on the black ball-gag. He clamped his
jaw tightly shut.
- 'But dear Joe, Igor insists this... You know a gag is really a
must for a pretty youngling like you... - especially in a situation
like this... Think about it, this succulent ball gag will match
perectly to your full red mouth...'.
With a sarcastic smile she reached down and slowly fondled Joe's
balls. Suddenly she pinched them between two of her long red
fingernails and twisted sharply. Joe's mouth flew open with a yelp
of pain. In an instant the gag was jammed against his red lips and
into his mouth. With a shove Ms. Cheryl jammed it deeper. Joe's
eyes bugged out as the obscene object violated him filling his
mouth completely, almost touching the back of his throat.
- 'Mmphhff...glmmnnn' he mumbled. But there was no way he would be
able to force the thing out of his mouth.
-'Mmphhff...llmmnnntfff...' Joe stared eyes wide open as Ms. Cheryl
ensured it with a broad leather strap was buckled around his head,
forcing the thing even farther in. -'Glmnnnfffff' Joe tried to
protest, he shoke his head and strained his tongue in a vain effort
to expel it. Ms. Cheryl took the camera to take some close-up views
of her gagged victim. Igor looked Joe very intensively. Watching
feminine-looking Joe squirming against his bonds the ball gag
bulking between his red lips made Igor very hot and hard and he
really wanted to fuck Joe's sweet, tight asshole.
Igor pulled the rope going through pulley forcing Joe bend even
deeper down forwards exposing his naked ass to Igor. -
'MMMMMMmmnnnfffff' Joe was suprised because of this procedure and
he tried to mumble something simultaneously when stumbling on high
heelers trying to maintain his balance. Igor stepped forward,
lifted hemline of Joe's dress and pressed his hard cock against the
crack of transvestite's ass as he hissed into Joe's ear, ' Oh boy!
.. I am damned sure that a sissy like you will enjoy a lotta this
butt banging... '
-'Mmppfffhh...gglllmnn,' Joe tried to protest behind his gag, but
the huge ball between his red lips was too effective to let him say
something, which would make any sense.
- '...And I'll like it, too. Ass-fucking a gagged transvestite
beats just everything!' Igor said. Then he took a tube of KY and
inserted a jellied finger into the grabbing flesh of Joe's
asshole. Joe mumbled something vigorously and his well made-up
eyes were large for fear. Igor's hand was now soaked with jelly,
and he spread it over his cock, then took it and aimed between
Joe's ass-cheeks. He slid his cock up and down slowly along the
smooth skin of Joe's hairless and pale ass, searching for the younger
mel's asshole, and when he felt it under the head of his cock, he
pressed inwards.
Joe could feel the steady pressure as Igor pushed the head deeper
into his crack..... It felt hot.... and threatening... He tried to
withdrew from Igor, but the stud was determined and Joe could feel
Igor's hot breath against his shoulder. With on sharp jab of his
hips Igor was in.
-'MMGGLLMMNNHHH!!' Joe groaned behind his gag and froze due to
pain. Igor pulled halfway out, then rammed back in as hard as he
could. Igor's huge cock seemed to fill Joe's entire being as he
pushed slowly back inside. Joe gagged as Igor's cock pushed into
his guts, stretched open the tight channel of his rectum, and slid
up into him until Igor literally hit bottom, his cock pressing up
into the delicate bend into Joe's colon. Igor used his huge dick
like a drill, plowing into Joe's helpless ass with a side-to-side
motion of his hips. Joe felt Igor's huge balls slapping against
his butt with each stroke. Each forceful entry his spear made into
transvestite's virgin ass sent shivers throughout his body. Igor
was enjoying and his feeling was incredible. His eyes were glazed
over with lust and he bit his lower lip with stroke into Joe's ass.
Poor transvestite's asshole spread and pouted and loosened even
more around Igor's cock as it thrusted and receded deep into him.
Slow and steady he fucked into Joe's bowels almost smashing boy's
prostate. Suddenly Igor thrusted hard, his hips banged against the
backs of Joe's thighs, his groin grinding into boy's ass cheeks. At
the peak of each stroke Joe must feel the rasp of Igor's pubic hair
on the tautly stretched skin of his perineum. Over and over, stud's
cock slides out to the very tip and Joe's bowels collapse with
emptiness, and then it slamed back into his depths.
Ms. Cheryl was carefully documenting all details on the videotape.
She did not hesitate to approach and take very close views from
Joe's pretty face, which was getting more and more red all the
time. The poor novice held his eyes tightly closed, the huge gag
bulking between his lips, with a vague expression on his face,
which could reflect distress or extreme lust... In his
uncomfortable position his head bent deep down he kept silently
moaning through ball gag, "mmnnn..mmmnn..mn...." oozing deeply out
his nose, spittle running out of the corners of his mouth and
dropping on the floor in front on him.
Forgetting all inhibitions Igor grinded his cock into Joe's pink
eye in a red murderous haze. Igor's hands clamped Joe's thighs, and
his fingers dig into Joe as he tried to force himself even deeper
into Joe's guts. - 'You like this, you like this....huh... don't
you.... Joe? It's great.... to be almost a girl, .....isn't it -
you dirty slut???'
-'Mmmpphh..gllmmnn..' mumbled Joe.
-'Great! It... amuses me,' Igor said and laughed shortly. He held
forwards and kept on fucking Joe. He was not gentle and not
interested in being gentle. His cock pounded against Joe's
asshole, feeling the grab of Joe's tight sphincter stroking his
shaft with every thrust. Joe was squirming on his high heels in
pain and humiliation. He heard Igor's dark, evil growls. Joe's
tensing body was drenched with sweat and droplets of it fell from
his face. Igor's thrusts grew deeper and faster. Joe's poor hole
was burning as if it was on fire but all he could was to try to
stand it.
What a bizarre view in that motel room! A young feminized man
helplessly bound in rubber was violently ass-fucked by a big hairy
stud and a beautiful dominatrix watching and video-recording
this weird and brutal show.
Since Joe's elbows and wrists were tightly bound together and
lifted upwards all he could do was turn and twist his feminized
fingers with long red polished nails and try to maintain his
balance on his high heels.....
The feel of Joe's molten-hot asshole, the silky sensation of his
insides, all pulled Igor along until he shot his hot, sticky come
deep into Joe's guts. Igor slid out, carefully, examining his cock.
-'There' he said, looking quite pleased. 'This will teach you to
really enjoy anal fucking, huh???'.
Igor let the rope loose and Joe was allowed to let his arms down -
but still hands tightly bound behind his back. Raped transvestite
fell to his knees before Igor, who presented his now-soft cock to
Joe's gagged mouth.
-'Suck,' he said. 'My pleasure is to use you tonight, Joe. Get me
off again.'
Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the gag in place was
released. The ball was pulled from Joe's mouth and he started to
move and stretch his aching jaw muscles. Before he could find his
voice to speak, his head was jerked forward by Igor, who Joe's face
down to his groins. For an instant Joe felt Igor's cock filling his
mouth. In reflex, he tried to pull away. But firm hands on the back
of his head pulled him forward. The cock slid forward and back into
his face. Joe gasped, shaking violently, he was gagging when
tasting the disgusting feculent aroma of his own guts and Igor's
cum. The stud in heat looked down to see Joe taking most of his
cock between his red lips and deep into his throat. The pretty
feminized novice was kneeled with his eyes staring helplessly
in eternity. Igor knew that the burning feeling in
transvestite's gut functioned as an effective reminder of who was
who.
-'That's it, you bitch!' Igor growled. 'Suck on that thing! Suck
my cock until your jaw falls off!' he stared his victim into the
eyes. -'You are just a stupid cocksucker and I am your master, you
slut.' Igor grabbed Joe's head and forced it down onto his cock,
making Joe gag as he tried to force down even the last four painful
centimeters that the helpless novice did not manage to take
between his red lips.
Igor felt blood pumping into his cock again, felt his cock growing
harder under the undeniably erotic attentions of Joe's tongue and
throat. His cock surged with lust, and he growled softly as he
felt the first hints of a second orgasm.
-'Come on, slut! Take more!' Joe couldn't anything but work hard
on Igor's cock, trying to take all of it, forcing himself to go
faster, to suck harder, to purse the red lips of his muzzle around
Igor's cock even tighter. Igor growled as his frustration
overwhelmed his senses and grabbed the back of Joe's head. 'Hold
still!' he barked, fucking the poor Joe's throat roughly until he
reached his climax....
Pt. 4
Youngling in distress, 4/4 "Rubberization"
-'Well, well - quite a lesson you had, my dear', Ms. Cheryl smiled
afterwards watching Joe trying to gag the load out of his throat.
'Igor is a tough guy, isn't he?' she giggled to Joe who stared
shocked at his dominatrix. 'Listen, you did really manage that
scene well. But, you see, Joe dear, this is not yet over.... As a
nice ending of this fabulous session I want to video-tape you
strugging in an hog-tied position on the floor - with some
accessories, of course... First, I will release you from these
hand-cuffs, but remember to be a good boy.... Then you should
change clothes... something more comfy for you...?' she teased her
humiliated victim.
In a few minutes Joe was standing in front of his captors wearing
only the tight rubber corsette and stockings. -'This will engulf
you into pure heaven, honey..' Ms. Cheryl chirped when she dressed
Joe in a black rubber catsuit, which was quickly zipped in back.
Then she slid black rubber gloves on, and they went up to Joe's
shoulders. Igor assisted her helding his hands together as Ms.
Cheryl worked the rubber single sleeve over Joe's fingers and hands
and then up arms. At the extreme top of the glove were fastened two
straps which were passed forward under his armpits, up across his
chest and then down over his shoulders to the glove again, allowing
it to be secured in place. The sound of zipper was heard as his
elbows went together as one. For extra restrictiveness Ms.
Cheryl added two 1" straps around the outside of the glove - one
bound tightly at the wrists, and one at Joe's elbows. Joe felt as
his arms were glued together with this heavy bondage. All he could
do was only some minor useless movements with finger tips inside
the single glove.
Remnants of Igor's load was still on Joe's upper lip when Ms.
Cheryl walked around him looking very intensively into his made-up
eyes. 'I think you should now taste this wonderful mask. I'm sure
it will prevent you from being too talkative...'
Ms. Cheryl smiled and took a bundle of black rubber
tubes and a piece of black rubber which looked like a
gasmask. Joe was still so exhausted after Igor's
treatment that he did not resist at all. How could he,
when arms were bound in the single glove... Suddenly that thick
black latex helmet was pulled over his head. Inside the helmet was
attached a pump gag. Immediately Ms. Cheryl tucked it into Joe's
mouth simultaneously when Igor bound the laces in the back of
helmet. -'Mmph, I-I can't breathhh, daikh tthhss awayhthd..' tried
Joe protest, but his voice was more and more suppressed when the
gag was given hasty pumps until the rubber bladder in victim's
mouth enlarge silenced him entirely.... The helmet had tiny
eyepieces of glass and a small hole as the only opening. Tubes were
attached into the opening of the breathing pump gag. These tubes
ended into a black rubber breathing bag with valves. The rubber
catsuit with this breathing system isolated Joe entirely, the tubes
with valves did not allow Joe for a single moment have a direct
connection to outside from his restrictive rubber cocoon.
Ms. Cheryl gave some extra pumps to ensure that the gag would fill
Joe's mouth completely. When completely dressed in that rubber
outfit Joe hardly looked human, merely another rubber fiend,
trapped in an elaborate body suit. However, he was in no position
to complain his distress, as his forearms were strapped behind him
and his head was totally enclosed in that tightly laced black
leather discipline helmet.
Ms. Cheryl placed a rubber neck strap with metallized
surface around his neck and it was buckled and locked quit
tightly forcing his helmeted head up and pressing the
pump gag deeper and making it even more effective, if possible.
Because Joe was an involuntary subject in bondage Ms. Cheryl
thought that it would be very important that the neck strap also
covered the back zip of rubber catsuit and laces of helmet -
inhibiting the unauthorized and nonintentional opening of these
gadgets. This was not all - when still seated on a chair a pair of
5" heeled thigh boots made of heavy rubber were laced tightly onto
Joe's legs.
Then Ms Cheryl and Igor lifted their victim to standing position.
Joe was totally shocked - no wonder, since he was unable to speak
or hear and all he could smell - and taste - was rubber. His
breathing was labored from the viciously tight corset and the tiny
rubber tubes and he was almost fainting from the severe bondage.
But he was also excitated of all this bizarre equipment which
entirely encompassed him. Ms. Cheryl knew this and she also
confirmed it when caressing Joe's groin...
-'See, our cute Joe is still growing stronger, Igor!' Ms. Cheryl
laughed sneeringly pointing a bulge at the crotch of their
rubberized victim. 'I think he is looking forward for another ass-
fucking scene?...'
Joe felt how his captors lifted him and put him in a lying position
on the floor. The bonds were tightened on his ankles and knees and
suddenly there he was - bound hogtied on the carpet.... In a few
minutes all the straps binding him were locked with padlocks. No
one would be able to release him without the keys.. or not even tell
w h o really was captured in that tight outfit.
Joe's muffled mumbles for help and mercy were almost
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Re: nc-TV/CD: Youngling in distress 3-4
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entirely dampened by the huge inflated gag filling his
mouth and connected to the all-encompassing breathing system. Almost
only
indications of a living human being captived inside this bizarre
outfit were soft clicks of the breathing valves and a faint hiss of
his agitated breathing through the rubber tubes into the rubber
breathing bag, which was inflated and deflated in the rhythm of his
breathing.
When Joe was finally laying on the floor in his bizarre outfit Igor
left the apartment but Ms. Cheryl still walked around doing
something. Lying on the floor Joe could only watch her going back
and forth.
Finally Ms. Cheryl took the video-cassette out of machine and bent
over to Joe's head saying: -'I'll go now, my dear. I'm sure that
you'll stay here until I will return... - who knows when - mayby in
a couple hours... Bye, bye! Have a good time here - and don't fall
asleep, honey!' Ms. Cheryl caressed Joe's rubber helmet.
(N)onstop, (Q)uit, (C)ontinue? -'Enjoy yourself!'. At the door she turned
aroung and winked gaily
goodbye to the rubber encased hogtied boy.
After long hours Ms. Cheryl and she greeted Joe with a gentle pat
on his helmet. She loosened his tight hogtied bonds letting him
straighten his legs. Through the breathing valves boy's deep sigh
of relief could be heard when he was able to comfort his distressed
body. But Joe felt dissappointed because Ms. Cheryl kept him still
tightly bound, lying on his stomach.
Ms. Cheryl took a videocassette from her purse and inserted it into
VRC. 'I have edited some great highlights of our session, you will
see them pretty soon! But not yet...'.
Then she bent over to him saying: -'I hope that you are not very
bored - how about some stimulating entertainment....?' Ms. Cheryl
opened the crotch zipper of Joe's rubber catsuit recovering his
bare ass. She took a butt plug from her purse. It seemed entirely
too long and thick for the scale of Joe's dimension. The plug was
about 10" long and shaped somewhat like a christmas tree on a
stand, about 3" in diameter at the widest part.
Since Ms. Cheryl knew that Joe's rectum must be sore due to Igor's
anal attack she mercifully lubricated the dildo with mildly
desensizitating jelly. Then she gently but firmly pressed the plug
against Joe's ass hole, and after a second or two it started to
enter. When rubberized Joe felt this disgusting penetration into
him he tried to wiggle and through thick rubber helmet some muffled
moans could be heard. Joe felt the huge rubber dildo beginning to
fill
his rectum, which began to burn again. He kept struggling until the
widest part passed through his sphincter muscle and the muscle
immediately contracted down around the shaft above the base, which
gave him a sort of partial relief from this distress.
Ms. Cheryl pushed the base of the plug flat against him and rotated
it so that the rectangular base was in line with the crack of his
ass. Ms. Cheryl was just about to close the zipper but suddenly she
couldn't help falling into temptation to give this feminized
youngling some extra rectal stimulation - so she pulled the plug
partly out of Joe's pink eye and started to fuck him with the dildo.
Ms. Cheryl herself was also turned on when she heard Joe's muffled
moans trough the thick helmet. Joe's deeper and deeper puffs
ellaborately flowed into the thin rubber tubes and breathing bag
when he recieved forceful pushes deep into his guts. Finally, she
managed to control herself and secured the plug deep and firmly
into Joe's rectum with a strap. She closed the crotch zip of suit
and gave him a soft pat on his rubber encased butt.
However, this was not all for the boy - showing no further mercy
she fettered her rubberized victim again into hogtied position.
When Ms. Cheryl was pulling straps and forcing Joe's bent legs
upwards the huge dildo gave tremendous rectal stimulation to
transvestite's sore prostate causing him again puff and groan
mutedly in his helmet. It was imminent that Joe tried to shook his
head and straighten his legs but the straps held him tightly in
hogtied position.
Ms. Cheryl was happy to notice that in spite of Joe's
enormous efforts the pump gag in his mouth kept him almost
totally silenced - she could hardly hear those silent whispering
pleas for release and mercy Joe tried unsuccesfully to vocalize
past the big rubber bladder filling his mouth. Ms. Cheryl bent down
on her knees to make sure that Joe would hear her talk.
-'Look Joe, I'll go now. I have some great news for you. I called
your mom and invited her and your dad here to see you.
They'll be here in a couple of hours, but I said
them that it's no hurry at all.. Maybe
they will let out of your bondage...? I certainly hope that they
will find the key for the padlocks...they are hidden here in this
suite. ...But first they had to view entirely the ultimate bizarre
video show 'The Feminized Joe in Rubber Bondage' - starring you!
And then the best news! Since I have done a lot work when
transforming you into a pretty rubber maid, I want you to learn to
enjoy your new being. You are obliged to work as a maid in your
father's house during next four weeks. That means that you must be
dressed as a maid during working hours every day. Think about
it, it will be great. You can wear a frilly apron and a neat
dress every day - doing menial house work... - of course after work
you can dress in a babydoll negligee and black pumps...
You and your parents will find that I have v e r y effective
methods to monitor and control that you will do as I just said...'
Once again Ms. Cheryl got excitated when seeing Joe struggling and
shaking his head as if to deny this bizarre plan. She saw Joe's
terrified eyes staring through the tinted glass of eye-openings
praying for mercy and comfort to relieve his distress...
He indeed was agonized when hearing her final words, and,
consequently, puffing and hissing from the rubber tubes became
louder. Simultaneously the rubber breathing bag was filling up and
emptying in the rhythm of his anxious puffings... All he could do
was to wait for his parents to come - and find all this mess....!
-end of this story? should it be continued???
NOTE: All feed-back is very wellcome... - You see, this is
my very first story!
Thornelius Klout
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Date: Thursday, September 29, 1994 9:21am /AltSexSt
From: INTERNET: jenny@wwneast.com Msg#: 814304
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Re: ANOTHER DEWEY BEACH SAUSAGE ADVENTURE
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