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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: A New Year, part 2 (of 3) Femdom, NC, TG
Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 09:10:05 -0500
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Author s note and disclaimer: This is a story containing non-consensual
sexual acts (including cross-dressing, bondage, and other fun stuff)
performed by a woman on her unwilling slave. In real life, all acts should
be consensual   stories like this are only for fantasies and for fueling
scenes.

Reposting this story privately or to newsgroups is acceptable, as long as
you keep my name (Adam Smith) and email address (adamapple@bigfoot.com)
associated with it. Posting this to any for-profit website (including any
that use paid screeners, like AdultCheck) without my express written
permission is forbidden.

Comments and criticisms are welcome, of course. Although I think the story
stands by itself as a fun scene, I m certainly considering writing a sequel,
following our hero through the rest of the weekend. Things are only likely
to get worse (or better, depending on your perspective) as the weekend
progresses.


Part 1 saw our hero tricked into wearing Jane's panties, and coming home
with her. After one thing led to another, he ended up with his hands
attached to his collar, and his feet tied to the couch legs.

Chapter 2   Getting Dressed Up

Although only a couple of minutes passed, they felt like an eternity. Then I
heard the bedroom door open behind me, and she came out, stopping about a
foot behind me to the right.  Well, how do I look?  I turned my head, as was
amazed   Jane was wearing some sort of skin-tight bodysuit, apparently made
out of black Spandex. It was obvious that her body was every bit as good as
had been hinted at by her work clothes, as her curves were all shown off
perfectly and it was also obvious that she wasn t wearing anything beneath
the suit. The only other items of clothing on her were a pair of black
high-heeled boots going nearly up to her knees, a pair of black rubber
gloves, and a studded collar around her neck, one I d guess matched the one
I was wearing (I hadn t had a chance to look at it before she put it on me).
She had redone her lipstick, and was now wearing a dark red that made her
look even sexier. She was also carrying another plastic bag, although I
wasn t really paying attention to it at the time.

My mouth just dropped open   I d expected a pink teddy, or something. I was
speechless.  I guess I ll take that as a sign of approval,  she said,
nodding over at my penis, which had quickly hardened to it s full length
again. She hugged me from behind, and started playing with my cock.

 Jane, I m not sure how much longer I can hold out.  It s not like I m an
earlier cummer, but after this much stimulation, it wouldn t take much to
get me off. 

 Well, we surely have to do something about that,  she said, reaching into
the bag. I can t have you cumming on this nice couch, can I?  She reached
around me again, and placed a pare of panties on the end of my cock. They
were blue panties this time.  These were the panties I wore at the office
today,  she whispered in my ear, as she started to rub the panties (which
were more than a little damp, as she d also been wearing them we were on the
couch), up and down my shaft.  So you ve managed to get your dick into two
pairs of my panties already. 

After only a few more seconds of rubbing, I was ready to cum, and she
obviously felt my body start to contract, as she move the panties so that my
dick was pointing into the rear of the panties. That orgasm was one of the
best of my life, and certainly better than anything I thought I could get
from a hand job. I couldn t believe how much I spurted there   the panties
were barely able to contain them all, and I knew that after a couple of
minutes, my cum would soak through.

So did Jane, I m sure.  Wow, Alan,  she said, still holding me from behind.
 That was impressive.  As she talked, she took her hands away, and I heard
her reach into the bag for something.  There s only one problem. 

 What s that,  I asked, trying to regain my breath.

 Well, these panties are dirty, and I just used the last of my detergent on
your pants. 

 Oh,  I said, still a bit confused and attempting to think clearly after
that incredible orgasm.  Well, I m sure that afterwards, I can    Before I
could get any further, she shoved something soft in my mouth.  Mmpth,  I
said, as she reached around me with her other hand and places something  
tape!   across my mouth. By the time I realized what happened, I had her
panties, soaked with my cum, in my mouth.

 Oh, that s so sweet of you! Only the nicest guys would offer to do a
woman s laundry. And you must be enjoying it, since you re not asking me to
stop,  she said, clearly realizing that I couldn t ask a damned thing.

She leaned down and pulled my panties back up, covering my now limp penis.
 Now, let s finish getting you dressed,  she said. I heard her rummaging
through the bag again, getting more stuff out. As she emptied it out (behind
me, so I couldn t see any of it), she continued talking.

 You know, I can t believe how easy this was. I mean, how could you fall for
that stuff about OEtrust issues ? Getting you immobilized doesn t haven
anything to do with my ex   it was just so I could own you.  I d never heard
her voice as harsh as this, and I certainly never had associated her sweet
personality with someone who would talk about owning someone.

 I ve seen you ogling me at the office. You re just one of those guys who
uses people. I was there to fuel whatever fantasy life you had. If you d
asked me out or something, I might not have been as upset, or even if I just
thought you were shy, but you just enjoyed staring and using me for your
masturbation fantasies.  I tried protesting, but my mouth was full, and any
attempt to talk only resulted in more of my own cum getting on my tongue.
 So I decided that I was going to have to use you for my sexual pleasure,
just like you used me.  I hardly felt that some mild fantasies were the same
as this, but I wasn t in any position to say.

As she talked, she wrapped a skirt around me. It was a plain grey one,
loose, and going to just above my knees. I was less surprised, by this
point, at the skirt itself, than I was at the fact that it wasn t tight or
made of leather. I felt her doing something to my feet, and on looking down,
I saw her placing cotton balls between each toe. She looked up at me and
smiled.  I m just going to make your toes nice and pretty. And I d recommend
keeping them still   otherwise I might paint other parts of your body.  She
gave my ass a swat as she said the last.

 This stuff should dry pretty quickly,  she said, while she was painting my
toes.  Of course, your toes won t look all dainty, since I don t have the
time to give you a full pedicure, but they ll look better.  I could see that
the color she was using was a bright red. She told me to not to wiggle my
toes for five minutes, while the polish tried, and then she moved the bag
around to the front of the couch, and kneeled on the couch facing me.

 Well, while that s drying, let s work on your face!  What? She reached into
the bag, but instead of pulling out a makeup kit, she had two long pieces of
wire. She attached each one to the collar, and then attached them to studs
on the couch. My neck was now immobilized. She then took out a larger
collar, and wrapped it around the smaller one (and my neck and hands), so I
couldn t even nod my head without starting to choke.  Now that you can hold
still, let s get to work.  She pulled out the makeup kit that I d expected
before, and proceeded to put mascara, eye shadow (blue, from what I could
see), eyeliner, and foundation on my face. She covered my cheeks with blush.
She then frowned as she got to my mouth.

 Well, I hope you re done with your laundry! It s time to work on your lips.
It s okay if you gasp a bit when I take the tape off, but I expect you to
remain silent!  She then ripped the tape off   it didn t hurt that much,
thankfully   and pulled the panties (soaking wet, but only with my saliva)
out of my mouth. I gasped for air, and attempted to plead my case.

 Jane, I- . She grabbed my chin with her hand and squeezed my cheeks.

 No no no! What did I tell you, sweetie?  Perhaps the most disturbing thing
about this entire evening was that Jane still had that sweet Midwestern
voice. Keep quiet. All that stuff I told you about how we could stop as soon
as you told me so was just a lie, anyway, so don t waste your breath.  Still
holding my chin in her gloved hand, she reached down and picked up some sort
of lip pencil. Although I know there are all sorts of weird types of makeup
women use, I had still been expecting a traditional tube of lipstick. After
she outlined my lips with the pencil, she got a brush out and painted them.
I couldn t see the color as she did it. In fact, I was distracted by her
lycra-covered breasts rubbing up against me as she applied the makeup. I
wasn t getting aroused again, but I was starting to feel a stirring again.

 That looks perfect,  Jane said, as she put the makeup away.  This isn t my
favorite color of lipstick, but this style goes on dry   it won t smear or
rub off for hours!  Oh, joy. She took off the large choke collar (but not
the wires holding the bondage collar in place), and held up a mirror for me
to see. I looked ridiculous, of course. My eyelashes, always long, now
looked ludicrous, thanks to the mascara. My face looked darker with the
foundation and blush, and my eyes had a light blue shadow above them. But
the worst was my lips. The color she used wasn t one of the sophisticated
but sexy styles that I d seen her wearing to the office. It was a bright
red, the color of a maraschino cherry.

 Jane, please! This is ridiculous! 

 Dammit, Alan!  This was the first time she d really raised her voice all
night, and it startled me. She sighed, again grasping my chin and squeezing
my cheeks.  If there s one thing that really frustrates me about guys, it s
that they only think about themselves. You ve gone and had your orgasm, and
now you aren t even worrying about making me happy.  While she was saying
this, she had reached behind me with her other hand, and I felt a strap on
the back of my head.  Much as I d love to put your mouth to good use on me,
I m afraid I ll have to do this instead. 

 As I started to ask her what she was talking about, I felt her shove
something in my mouth. Unlike the panties, this was solid. I felt her adjust
the strap, and I realized that she had placed a ball gag on me. I d seen
them on the internet, but never even seen one in real life before.

 There. That should keep you from talking, although I m afraid I ll still
have to punish you.  This wasn t punishment enough?  That gag shouldn t be
too big for your mouth, and it s one that has airholes in it, so you should
be fine.  In fact, it felt more like plastic than like the hard rubber
things I d seen on websites. Airholes or not, I still couldn t make any
sound more articulate than a grunt. Jane unclipped the wires from my collar,
so I could now move my neck, at least.

 Now,  said Jane, as she hopped of the couch, with the much emptier bag in
hand,  we need to come up with your punishment.  I had a feeling that I d
have  earned  the punishment no matter what I did, just as I was now certain
that everything from the spilled coffee to the pink sweatpants to making me
come before she did was planned.

 But before we worry about your punishment, let s check out your nails. She
crouched down and lightly touched my toes.  Yup, all dry!  Jane then slid
one of the bolts that my leg was attached to up about two inches, forcing my
foot off the ground. She then slid a high-heeled sandal onto my foot. It was
slit so my bright red toes were still visible. She then did the same with
the other foot. I watched as she slid the bolt, to see if there was any
chance of my lifting my feet out of the restraints, but I saw that she had
to press something on the bolt to slide it up. When she had the other shoe
on me, she strapped both to my ankles (no chance of slipping them off) and
stepped back to admire her work.

 Well, aren t you just perfectly feminine?  She paused, looking over me.
 Actually, we need to do something about that hair.  She started rummaging
through the bag again, and I figured that she was looking for a wig.

Then I heard a buzzing, and realized what she was talking about   she was
shaving my legs with an electric razor! She was thorough, shaving my calves
and lower legs until they were nearly perfectly smooth.  We ll take care of
the last of the stubble later,  she said. She didn t shave above my knees,
probably because the skirt covered everything else. But she did get back in
front of me, using the razor to shave off all of my chest hair! I m not the
hairiest guy in the world, but I felt strange not having any hair at all on
my chest.

 Well, I think that looks just about perfect.  I was tied up, with my arms
bound to a collar, wearing a skirt, panties, and high-heeled shoes (which
combined with being unable to move my arms, made it hard to catch my
balance), with red-painted toenails, garish makeup, and a ballgag, and Jane
called it  perfect! 

I heard a click and there was a flash of bright light. I was disoriented for
a second, but then I realized what she was doing   she was taking pictures!
She stepped to the side to get a profile shot, than took one focusing on my
feet.  She finally stepped around in front of the couch and took some more
pictures of me. The camera was a digital camera   in fact, I remember Jane
asking me for advice on which model to buy! She leaned in, kissed me on the
cheek, and said (as she headed back into the bedroom),  I ll be back in a
minute! I just need to load these up to my website. 

She didn t have to say anything else   I could read the implicit threat
there   if I tried to do anything (not that I could, tied up as I was), she
had blackmail material on me. I d seen the makeup job, and I knew that
anyone who knew me would be able to recognize me in the photographs. I could
only stand there and wait, trying not to fall over, as she uploaded the
pictures. I had no idea what Jane had planned for me, but I knew that this
was already going to be the most unforgettable weekend of my life.

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