Captive (Fem Dom)

                                    Part I

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

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

         I'd gotten quickly bored with the pick-up scene. Or
     maybe, more honestly, I"d felt that an almost-middle-aged
     guy like myself couldn't compete with all the young studs in
     the bars.  Not that I consider myself over the hill or
     anything; I'm only thirt seven and work out regularly to
     keep in top shape.  It just all seemed at times to be too
     much bother. Anyway, after some thought, I decided to use my
     prize. I deserved some time off and besides could find some
     use for the $500 in spending money included.

         The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a
     two-room suite; a sitting room with a twelveth-floor balcony
     affording a beautiful view of the waterfront. There also was
     a separate bedroom with a king size bed. Amenities included
     a well-stocked bar and a jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had
     been a nice summer day for the drive and I'd arrived early
     enough to avoid the crush of rush hour traffic. After
     freshening up I went for a stroll to get my bearings, had a
     few drinks in a nearby bar, and stuff myself with a steak
     dinner. On my way back to the hotel, I'd stopped by a
     magazine stand.

         Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped
     disinterestedly through the pages. I lit up one of the
     supply of joints I'd rolled for the weekend and let the
     warmth of the gentle buzz seep into my brain. I quickly got
     bored with the usual sports and political stuff and instead
     turned to the free tabloid paper I'd grabbed from a street
     rack. It was a fairly typical "adult entertainment" rag and
     I made mental notes about some of the nearby strip joints
     advertised. For some reason, a small ad near the back aught
     my eye.

     "QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DISCRIMINATING GENTLEMAN" was
     all it said, listing a phone number. For the hell of it I
     reached for the phone and dialed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                             Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         My enjoyment was short-lived. Bringing her hand into
     view she held a pair of scissors menacingly before my
     crotch. Light flashed off the silvery blades as she opened
     and closed them. In horror, I tugged at my bonds and began
     to edge away. "Hold still" she said as she pulled me back by
     the waistband of my tights. I froze breathlessly as she
     carefully cut a small hole in the nylon.  Suddenly free, my
     cock leaped outward. She squeezed it just behind the
     engorged head with two fingers. Her firm grasp stopped my
     impending orgasm just short of release. She pulled my balls
     through the hole and arranged the edge of the nylon around
     them. I caught a lump in my throat as she toyed with me by
     slowly running her long fingernails along the length of my
     cock. I groaned, my pleasure grew maddeningly; denied relief
     by her squeeze.

         Without releasing her grip, Carol again ordered me to
     raise each foot in turn. It took a few moments for me to
     regain enough composure to realize what she was doing. She
     pulled a pair of briefs up my nyloned legs. The were made of
     thin latex in the same bright red as her high heels. The
     most bizarre part was the crotch piece. It formed into a
     pouch and narrow tube that matched the shape of my swollen
     genitals. On the inside of the open tube, small straps
     fastened with snaps behind my balls and in several places
     along the length of my cock. The last of these was around
     the base of my cockhead, replacing the grip of her fingers.
     Once these were firmly in place, Carol pulled the closed end
     of the tube over the swollen head. Then she began to lace
     the top edges of the tube shut. Beginning at the outer end,
     she worked slowly; carefully smoothing the thin rubber and
     tugging the laces tight. The lacing continued to the base of
     my cock, then up to the top edge of the briefs. She pulled
     the waistband extra snug and finished it with a double knot.
     As a final measure, there were several attached straps of
     heavier latex. These she buckled tightly around the top of
     my ball sac, behind my balls against my abdomen, and around
     the base of the head of my cock.

         Carol stepped back and, placing her hands at her narrow
     waist, surveyed her handiwork. I looked down in amazement at
     my trapped genitals. They were totally enclosed in the
     bright red rubber and stood pointing straight ahead from my
     crotch. Carol walked around me, rubbing her hands over the
     briefs. My ass cheeks were cupped and lifted by the stretchy
     material. Teasingly, she stroked and squeezed my encased
     cock and balls. The combination of the tight straps and
     lacing prevented any subsiding or expansion of my raging
     erection. I could feel her caress through the thin rubber
     and my passion grew. Yet I was held firmly just short
     orgasmic release. I moaned involuntarily as my arousal
     expanded in to a dull, pleasurable ache deep within me. In
     addition, the latex captured my body heat and perspiration;
     further adding to my discomfort.

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

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

         After some time she was finally satisfied with the
     results. Looking down, I was amazed. The corset and the
     harness had combined to form breasts. They were not large;
     somewhat less than a B cup at best. But they were well
     formed and quite realistic looking. She ran her hands over
     and over them, testing their bounce and arousing my tiny
     nipples. The constraint of the straps made them quite
     engorged and sensitive and I winced as she tweaked them with
     her long nails.

         Carol again stepped back to examine me. She nodded and
     grinned in approval. For my part, I stood there silently
     blushing; savoring the delicious sensations of my attire and
     relishing my helplessness. Carol looked briefly around the
     suite. "Follow me," she said using my latex-encased penis as
     a leash. Given my condition, I had no choice but to follow
     as quickly as I could.

         She led me over to the writing desk across the room.
     Pulling out the large swivel chair, which was on wheels, she
     commanded, "Sit." I complied as quickly as I could given the
     limitations the corset put on my movements. As Carol
     returned to her bag, I took the opportunity to rub my
     nyloned thighs together and enjoy the jiggle of my new
     "breasts" as I bounced up and down it the seat. I felt my
     confined cock throb within the bondage briefs. I was
     turned-on to a level I had never imagined and looked forward
     to an impending release of the lust pent up in my groin.
     Little did I know that the evening had barely begun.

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

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

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

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

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

                                 Part III

         Still grinning at my helplessness, Carol sat in the
     chair by the phone.  She picked up the receiver and began to
     dial. "What are you doing," I shouted. "Silly girl, she
     laughed and continued dialing, "We can't have a party
     without guests." I was shocked and indignant. "What do you
     mean 'guests'. You didn't say anything about this on the
     phone." I raised my voice some more, trying to camouflage my
     growing fear as anger. "This is enough," I yelled, tugging
     at the straps that held me to the chair. "I think it's time
     that you go."

         Carol hung up the phone and stood slowly. Hands on hips,
     she sauntered very casually over to me. She looked down on
     me and shook her head slowly. Maybe you're right," she said
     folding her arms across her firm breasts, "Maybe I should
     leave right now. I'm sure if you keep up the racket someone
     will eventually come and find you." She turned and began
     putting on her skirt.

         Wild panic surged through me. "NO... DON'T... " I
     twisted and pulled against my bonds. "Please... I beg of
     you," I pleaded more softly. Finally I fell silent. Carol
     drop the skirt and turned towards me. She had a look of
     triumph on her face that sent a chill down my spine. She had
     me, but good, and we both knew it. Returning to her seat,
     she picked up the phone and began dialing again.

         I sat there drained, barely hearing her talking on the
     phone. My arousal turned to embarrassment. I pictured how I
     must look in these shiny tights; with my narrow corseted
     waist and my pseudo-breasts jiggling. And worst of all; with
     my still-throbbin cock jutting prominently out in front of
     me. My face felt warm and flushed. What had I gotten myself
     into? I was trapped and totally at her mercy; with no way to
     escape. A different kind of tears began to fill my eyes.
     Involuntarily, I began to whimper.

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

         "No," I screamed, jerking my head away in repulsion. I
     shook my head from side to side, my eyes glued on the
     thickly-veined cock head. I clamped my jaw tightly shut.
     With a evil smile Carol reached down and slowly fondled my
     right 'breast'. In spite of myself I felt a warm flood of
     arousal. Suddenly she pinched the engorged nipple between
     two of her long fingernails and twisted it sharply. My mouth
     flew open with a yelp of pain. In an instant the gag was
     against my lips. With a shove she jammed it deep into my
     mouth.

         My eyes bugged out as the obscene object violated me. It
     filled my mouth completely, almost touching the back of my
     throat. The sudden impulse to gag caused my struggles to
     cease. I froze as Carol buckled it firmly behind my head.
     Once her hands released the strap I was again seized by
     panic. I shook my head and strained my tongue in a vain
     effort to expel it. I began to hyperventilate in a frenzied
     effort to breathe. As I gasped in air I discovered that a
     narrow hole through the center of the gag allowed air to
     enter fairly easily. Gradually my frenzy subsided and my
     breathing became more regular.

         "That's it," Carol instructed, "Work on that big hard
     cock with your sweet little mouth. You'll need the
     practice." The last remark sent a shiver down my spine and
     into my own loins. I tried to cry out but my protest was
     muffled. All that came out wa low guttural sounds and loud
     sucking noises. I tried to tear myself from the unyielding
     ropes. Carol gave the chair another spin. As I swung around
     her laughter rang in my ears.

         By the time I stopped revolving and my vision returned
     to normal, Carol has poured herself another drink. She stood
     in front of me sipping it, her purse tucked under her arm.
     Looking up, I surveyed her shapely form in her revealing
     outfit. Another flood of passion caused my cock to swell
     against its rubber prison. As our eyes met I noted her smug
     satisfaction at my heightened frustration.

         "Well, our guests will be arriving soon. We'd better
     make you a little more presentable. Don't you think?," she
     said in mock inquiry. Taking my muffled objection as if it
     were agreement, she nodded, "Good."  She stepped forward,
     and straddling the chair, sat on my lap. She nestled in,
     reaching down to adjust my rubber clad groin into her
     crotch. My cock was pressed against her flat stomach. The
     touch of her hand, even through the rubber, was delightful.

         "Let's see if we can improve these eyes," she said,
     blotting the traces of my tears with a tissue. Rummaging in
     her purse, she brought out an eyebrow pencil. Tilting up my
     chin, she started filling and shaping my brows with short,
     feathery strokes. Occasionally she would stop and use a
     tweezers to remove a few errant hairs. I winced at the loss
     of each one; both from pain and from the fear of future
     embarrassment. Unable to protest, I could only pray that she
     wasn't altering my appearance permanently. Finally,
     satisfied with her work, she went back into her purse.

         Her firm breasts rested inches from my face. The tanned
     flesh jiggled in front of my eyes as Carol moved. I wished
     my mouth were free so that I could suck on those hard
     nipples that stretched the shiny black nylon spandex of her
     leotard. Instead I was forced to be content with the hard
     phallus in my mouth. Carol noticed my attention and gave her
     breasts a playful shake. I groaned in frustration.

          "Looks like we'll have to help you with your posture so
     that you'll keep your head up," she scolded. She stood and
     retrieved something from the tote bag. Stepping behind me,
     she wrapped a heavy leather collar around my neck. It was
     about four inches wide and padded with foam on the inside.
     As she fastened the buckle my chin was forced up rigidly.
     She tightened it just short of the point where it might
     inhibit my breathing. Not only couldn't I lower my head; I
     couldn't turn it either. To look to the sides I would have
     to twist my entire torso. Which, of course, was impossible
     while bound as I was to the chair.

         She returned to my lap and her work. With my head
     immobilized, she proceeded quickly. Brown eyeshadow was
     smoothed onto my lids and a hint of blush brushed onto my
     cheeks. She spent considerable time on my lashes, thickening
     them and exaggerating the length with mascara. Through it
     all I sat rigidly, opening and closing my eyes as ordered. I
     was acutely conscious of her breasts rubbing into mine and
     her firm thighs sliding on my nyloned legs. I could even
     feel the heat of her crotch through the rubber briefs. My
     balls seemed near bursting as they swelled in the locked
     pouch. My eyes studied her moist lips and the tip of her
     tongue as it peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she
     carefully applied eyeliner on me. I was reminded that my own
     mouth now matched the shiny red color of hers. The
     realization made me suck the rubber cock more earnestly;
     enjoying the sweet taste of my lipstick as I did.

         Carol leaned back and studied my face carefully. "That
     looks a lot better," she announced. I could feel my long
     lashes fluttering as I blinked. After returning the make-up
     to her purse she stood. "Oh, I almost forgot the most
     important thing," she said, reopening the purse. Removing a
     small perfume atomizer, she sprayed me liberally behind my
     ears, along my neck, and down my "cleavage". She was about
     to close the bottle when, with a playful grin, she gave a
     final spritz between my legs. "Enjoy," she teased as she
     spun the chair again.

         I whipped around rapidly, my eyes closing reflexively to
     minimize the dizziness. A sweet cloud swirled about me. The
     heavy, flowery scent magnified the fog I already was
     experiencing from all the pot. My mind drifted as I spun;
     wandering from embarrassment to erotic excitement. At times
     my consciousness seemed to focus on the sleek feel of the
     tights, the tight compression of the corset, or the new
     fleshiness of my chest. Then my body seemed to melt into a
     mass of sexual arousal centered on an intense pulsating
     somewhere deep within my groin.

         I don't know when I stopped turning or how long my eyes
     remained shut. A loud knocking suddenly snapped me into
     crystal clear consciousness. "Company!" Carol announce
     cheerfully. As I watched her firm ass sway across the room I
     struggled desperately against the ropes and straps. I begged
     her to stop through my gag. Her hand touched the doorknob
     and a sinking sensation hit my stomach. I hunched my
     shoulders and averted my eyes; trying to somehow make myself
     smaller.

         "Kathy," Carol exclaimed as she opened the door. I
     looked up; my curiosity overcoming my fear. All I could see
     was Carol's shapely back in the doorway as she clenched in
     what was obviously a passionate embrace. All that was
     visible of our visitor was her arms as they wrapped
     themselves around Carol. I noted the long pink sculptured
     nails as they fondled and squeezed that sweet ass that I
     craved so. I felt my arousal growing anew at the soft sound
     of their murmuring as they kissed.

         Finally they broke apart and entered the suite. I
     enjoyed my first look at Kathy. She was slightly shorter
     than Carol and of medium build but full-figured. Her blonde
     hair was cut to medium length, framing her dramatically (but
     not overly) made-up face. Like Carol, she had striking eyes.
     At times they seemed emerald green; in other light they
     flashed a deepest blue.

         What was most dramatic about her appearance was her
     attire. In contrast to Carol's almost innocent first
     impression, Kathy signaled danger and sensuality. Above was
     a silk-knit tank top that caressed, but barely contained,
     her large braless breasts. Below was a pair of the tightest
     leather jeans I had ever seen. The thin black hide shaped
     and molded her every curve; from her well rounded ass and
     hips to her shapely calves and thighs. It flexed and
     contracted like a layer of her own skin as she moved. And as
     she sat with Carol on the couch and I could hear the faint
     sounds of the stretching and rubbing leather.

         It wasn't until she crossed her legs that I noticed her
     boots. I realized that I was wrong about her height. She was
     shorter than Carol by several inches. It was the boots that
     made the difference. The heels were among the highest I'd
     ever seen; at least five inches and pencil thin. The result
     was an extreme arch ending in similarly menacing pointed
     toes. I watched the light reflect off their shiny black
     surface as she swung her foot. I shudder with both
     excitement and terror. There was obviously no fooling with
     this woman.

         The women sat and chatted among themselves; oblivious to
     me. At one point Carol went to the bar and poured drinks.
     She walked around me going both ways without as much as a
     look or word. It was as if I didn't exist or was merely a
     piece of furniture. I resented their indifference to me and
     attempted to gain their attention through the gag. They
     ignored my muffled pleas.

         Finally, after they had finished their drinks and Carol
     had lit one of my joints, they stood and approached me. I
     found myself staring at Kathy's skyscraper heels as she
     neared. She must have noticed my attention because she
     lifted her right foot ont the front edge of my chair. The
     polished toe of her boot pushed forward into my
     rubber-encased balls. "So this is our entertainment," she
     remarked. I followed the taut leather trail up her leg and
     past her crotch. She stood there casually, elbow on her
     raised knee, smoking the joint. She looked down at me with a
     look of bemused pity. "Kinda cute," she remarked patting me
     on the head. Then tracing a figure-eight over my chest with
     a fingernail she added, "But pretty flat-chested."

         Taking a deep drag on the joint, Kathy straddled my lap.
     Wrapping her arms around my neck, she gave me a mock kiss.
     She blew the smoke through the hole in the penis gag and
     deep into my lungs. Unable to pull away, the acrid smoke
     seared my throat and lungs. I fought desperately the urge to
     cough. I tried to concentrate on slowly exhaling trough my
     nose. I succeeded for the most part with only minimal
     choking. The women took turns, one on my lap giving me smoke
     'kisses'; the other teasing my bound body with her hands.
     Carol enjoyed rubbing my nyloned legs. Kathy would
     vigorously pump my cock. The rubber harness prevented an
     orgasm. and my midsection began cramping with intense
     pleasure/pain. All the while the pot was getting me higher
     and higher. My every nerve ending felt intensified to their
     touch. I became almost delirious with arousal; a total
     prisoner unable to even mentally resist.

         "There seems to be something missing," Carol observed
     dreamily, as she finished the last of the joint. "Maybe she
     could use some earrings.  She dug into her purse and dangled
     two red plastic teardrops. "I have a better idea," Kathy
     announced. Returning to my lap, she rubbed her ample breasts
     into mine. The delicious softness caused my nipples to
     stiffen. Then taking one of the earrings she snapped the
     clasp onto my enlarged nipple. I jerked and screamed into
     the gag. Pain seared into my chest. Quickly she attached the
     other one the same way. I wailed, bucking so strongly
     against the ropes that the whole chair jumped. Kathy leapt
     to her feet, laughing gleefully at my discomfort. As I
     twisted from side to side the earrings bounced and danced
     across my chest, magnifying my agony. Tears streaming from
     my eyes, I yelled and twitched uncontrollably. After several
     minutes (an eternity to me) Kathy stopped laughing and grew
     angry. "Enough already, or you'll really be punished." The
     pain and my own anger were s great that I was unable to
     force myself to sit still. I was determined to protest as
     much as my unfortunate circumstances would allow.

         "Okay, if that's your choice," Kathy barked, "you were
     warned. You'll have to sit out the party." She nodded to
     Carol, who now stood behind me. Suddenly, a thick scarf was
     pulled across my eyes and knotted behind my head. I was
     plunged into absolute darkness. My growing panic now turned
     to shear terror. I yelled into the gag with renewed vigor. I
     tore at my bonds, oblivious to the pain I was causing in the
     process. The chair was spun again. This time was much faster
     than before as both women flung me around at increasing
     speed. The wheels began to rock off the floor and I feared
     that it would tip over. Bound as I was there would be no way
     for me to break my fall. I was trapped in a wild, swirling
     blackness.

         I don't know when the physical spinning stopped but the
     sensations in my mind continued a lot longer. Eventually I
     became aware of a different movement. The chair was being
     dragged backward across the carpeting. Then it stopped and I
     heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door to
     the balcony sliding open. My muffled screams of protest now
     turned to pleas for mercy. Despite the tight collar, I tried
     in vain to shake my head 'NO'. I apologized; I begged; I
     prayed. Of course all this came out  garbled moaning. Carol
     and Kathy didn't understand and obviously didn't care. There
     was a final jerk and a heavy jolt as I cleared the threshold
     and rolled onto the balcony. My next sensations were of the
     slamming of the door behind me and the cool nigh air. Both
     left me shivering uncontrollably.


                                Part IV

         I was paralyzed with fear. Despite the cool breeze on my
     scantily-clad body I was sweating heavily. My mind raced.
     Because of the blindfold I didn't even know how much
     daylight remained.  Could people on the street below see me?
     What about on the other balconies? Would someone call the
     hotel desk (or worse yet, the police) to report seeing a
     bound and gagged man in women's clothes?

         Bound and blinded, my other senses were magnified. My
     hearing seemed particularly acute. From inside the suite, I
     heard the muffled sounds of music and voices. From below
     came the noise of cars passing on the streets. Somewhere
     there was faint laughter. Was it directed at me?  I again
     pulled at my bounds, hoping against hope that the movement
     of the chair had somehow loosened them. But they held as
     firm as before, allowing only an inch or two of movement.
     But my efforts caused the chair to roll across he smooth
     concrete of the balcony. "Where on the balcony was I?" I
     wondered. Out of fear and to minimize the chances of being
     spotted, I sat still.

         After a few minutes the suffering caused by the earrings
     abated somewhat.  Yet I was acutely aware of the two
     throbbing points on my chest and I sucked vigorously on the
     rubber cock, trying to catch my breath. Almost against my
     will, my thoughts again turned to arousal as I did so. Maybe
     it was the pot or something deep within my psyche, but I
     began revelling in my degradation. I began wriggling anew,
     this time to enjoy the slick feel of the nylon on my legs. I
     imagined how I must appear with my narrow waist and little
     titties. I shook my chest and thrilled at their jiggling.
     Even the pain of the earrings now had an erotic edge to it.
     My bonds felt less frightening; my utter helplessness caused
     a warm glow within me. My cock, in its rubber prison,
     throbbed with a new intensity. With enthusiasm, I sucked the
     rubber cock in time with the pulsations in my groin. I
     drifted timelessly through the wildest of sexual fantasies;
     all of which ended in the ultimate satisfaction that the
     rubber pants denied me.

         I have no idea how long I was lost in my thoughts. My
     condition had robbed me of all perception of the passage of
     time. I flinched at the sudden sound of the balcony door
     sliding open. I bolted upright and pleaded desperately into
     the gag. In my fever pitched state of passion I was begging
     more for sexual release than from my bondage. The chair was
     again dragged backwards, bumping me rudely over the
     threshold. The door slid shut again.

         In contrast, the room air felt almost uncomfortably
     warm. A dreadful fear of the unknown again seeped into my
     soul. I had to force myself to breathe. When I did so I was
     almost overwhelmed with a heady mixture of smells. There was
     pot smoke and sweat and perfume. But unmistakable under it
     all was the powerful aroma of sexual arousal. It triggered
     something deep inside my primal brain and I moaned
     desperately for relief.

         I sensed the movement of many people around me. I
     attempted to turn my head to follow the sounds. Unseen hands
     began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. When my
     feet were released, they fell to the floor. Bent under the
     chair for so long, they had become numb. I felt something
     being attached to the collar that held my neck rigid.
     Suddenly, I was jerked from the chair by the leash at my
     neck. I attempted to stand but my lifeless legs buckled
     beneath me. With my hands still bound behind me, I itched
     forward with no way to break my fall. At the last instant,
     hands on my shoulders brought me upright. I was pushed into
     an kneeling position.

         I knelt there in total darkness, my erect posture
     enforced by the boned corset and stiff collar. I felt
     fingers working at the lacing of my rubber briefs. I was
     thrilled in anticipation of finally achieving sexual
     release.  Slowly the tight red shorts were peeled from my
     sweaty loins. So feverish was my arousal that I thought
     merely the air hitting my cock would cause me to explode.
     But, as Carol had done before, fingers grasped my organ just
     below the cock head; quelling my orgasm.

         I was frozen there, hanging on the brink of eruption. I
     pulled frantically at the strap holding my wrists. I pleaded
     anew into my gag. Tears began to soak my blindfold. I felt
     completely lost; any shreds of self- will gone after hours
     of helpless frustration. Now utterly defeated; I slumped
     against my restraining garments and bonds.

         Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the penis gag
     in place was released. The rubber phallus was pulled from my
     mouth with a loud popping noise. I started to move and
     stretch my aching jaw muscles. Before I could find my voice
     to speak, my head was jerked forward by the leash. For an
     instant I felt an object pressed against my lips. Then it
     shoved forward; filling my mouth.

         The thick shape was familiar. It was round and long and
     rubbery. But this time warm and resilient. My mind exploded
     in shock. It was a REAL COCK!!  In reflex, I tried to pull
     away. But firm hands on the back of my head pulled me
     forward. The cock slid forward and back into my face. At the
     same time I felt the earrings on my breasts being removed.
     They were replaced my warm hands massaging the hyper -
     sensitized nipples. At my groin, more unseen fingers fondled
     my swollen balls. Waves of passion crashed through me. I
     began to tongue and suck the cock for all I was worth. I
     pictured myself: my budding tits quivering under their
     caress; my feminine waist neatly defined; my body
     constrained and tied. I was a helpless slut, shamelessly
     servicing my unseen master. And I loved it!

         I worked my lips in an abandoned frenzy. The cock seemed
     to grow still larger in my mouth. Its heat almost searing my
     tongue. Someone below my own cock was now being pumped. But
     the sensation was now deep inside me. An incredible pressure
     built within my loins. My head was forced forward. I eagerly
     took in more of the cock. I wanted it all now. I felt a
     heavy ball sack slapping at my chin. I slavered and sucked
     with all my remaining strength as I felt a hot stream gush
     down my throat.

         At that instant, the grip on my cock head was released.
     A flash of light filled my blinded eyes. I wanted to scream
     as ecstasy tore through me. My groin exploded violently. My
     total existence blasted through my cock. The limp cock slid
     from my lips. All the energy from my muscles seemed to drain
     from my cock in an unending torrent. I slumped to the floor.

         Later, I was barely aware of being lifted. Gently, I was
     placed on the bed. I lay there lifeless. My hands were freed
     and I was stripped of my clothing. I felt a soft kiss on my
     forehead; then, in the distance, the sound of a closing
     door. When my heart stopped pounding and my breathing became
     more regular, I reached up and removed my blindfold. My eyes
     snapped shut in response to the sudden brightness. I wiped
     my mouth with the back of my hand. When my vision returned I
     stared for the longest time at the whiteness smeared on my
     fingers....

