Message-ID: <5945eli$9711281652@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" Subject: RP: The Captive (Best stories from my archive) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: gmezey@cms.khvm.hu MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="THE_CAPT.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="THE_CAPT.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <347E965B.7869@hotmail.com> Subject: THE CAPTIVE Date: 2 Dec 1996 23:17:16 GMT THE CAPTIVE ----------- By Mistress Kay Part I I unlocked the door to my hotel suite and walked in. The cool of the air con ditioning was a welcome relief from the sticky heat of the city streets. I poure d myself a drink, kicked off my shoes, and settled into an arm chair with the lo ad of magazines that I'd bought. I'm not the sort of guy who frequents a fancy downtown hotel like this. In f act this was my first visit here and, in fact, to this city. I'd taken second pl ace in a sales contest at work and had won a "Second Honeymoon Weekend for Two" at this hotel about a hundred miles from my hometown. Since I'm not married, the gang at the office kidded me about the wild time I would have with some "pretty young thing." Of course I would never admit it to them but, after breaking up with my wife a year ago, I'd actually dated very little. I'd gotten quickly bored with the pick-up scene. Or maybe, more honestly, I" d felt that an almost-middle-aged guy like myself couldn't compete with all the young studs in the bars. Not that I consider myself over the hill or anything; I'm only thirty-seven and work out regularly to keep in top shape. It just all s eemed at times to be too much bother. Anyway, after some thought, I decided to u se my prize. I deserved some time off and besides could find some use for the $5 00 in spending money included. The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a two-room suite; a si tting room with a twelveth-floor balcony affording a beautiful view of the water front. There also was a separate bedroom with a king size bed. Amenities include d a well-stocked bar and a jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had been a nice summer d ay for the drive and I'd arrived early enough to avoid the crush of rush hour tr affic. After freshening up I went for a stroll to get my bearings, had a few dri nks in a nearby bar, and stuffed myself with a steak dinner. On my way back to t he hotel, I'd stopped by a magazine stand. Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped disinterestedly through the pag es. I lit up one of the supply of joints I'd rolled for the weekend and let the warmth of the gentle buzz seep into my brain. I quickly got bored with the usual sports and political stuff and instead turned to the free tabloid paper I'd gra bbed from a street rack. It was a fairly typical "adult entertainment" rag and I made mental notes about some of the nearby strip joints advertised. For some re ason, a small ad near the back caught my eye. "QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DIS CRIMINATING GENTLEMAN" was all it said, listing a phone number. For the hell of it I reached for the phone and dialed. After a few rings a deep female voice answered with simply a soft 'Hello'. I mentioned seeing the ad and asked about what kinds of 'services' they offered. She must have sensed my sarcasm and responded with a small laugh. "We offer a wi de variety of 'services' and we have a variety of attractive 'service technician s' available. We offer premium quality at a premium price. What kind of 'service ' are you interested in ?" The last time I'd used a hooker was years ago while in the service. Maybe th e booze and smoke had melted my reserve. I had the prize money in my pocket and I was in the city to have a good time so I decided to go for it. "I was wonderin g if one of your ladies could visit me in my hotel room." "If you'll tell me a l ittle bit about what you desire," she replied, "I'll be glad to have one of our agents call you. You can work out the details with him or her. He or she will co llect our referral fee if you decide to get together." Her easy-going manner had put me at ease. "I'm interested in a 'she'. Someo ne tall and slim, but with a nice figure. A woman of class, with brains as well as a body. Someone self-assured and confident." I hesitated; then blurted out, "A woman not afraid to take charge... I mean... to take control... I mean..." "I understand," she said, interrupting my embarrassment, "I think Mistress Kay is a vailab le this evening. I'm sure she'll suit your tastes. If you like, I'll have her gi ve you a call." Feeling my cock grow slightly in my slacks, I gave her my first name and phone number. I went to the bar and freshened my drink. Settling once again in my chair, m y mind raced. Rich fantasies that I had buried deep within my subconscious now b ubbled to the surface. Visions of being helplessly bound before a tall, beautifu l goddess... commanded to serve and to do unmentionable things... being stripped of my masculinity and forced to where feminine clothes... The last thought sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my spine. I took a healthy gulp from my d rink in a effort to calm my now pounding heart. I toyed with the idea of another joint to settle me down but decided that I needed to keep my wits about me. The sudden explosion of sound from the phone made me jerk and spill my drink in my lap. I made a half-hearted effort at wiping up the mess before grabbing t he ringing phone. My ear was met with a husky, yet very feminine, voice. "Hello, John... this is Mistress Kay. How are you doing tonight ?" "F-f- fine," I finall y mana ged to blurt out, "H-h-how are you ?" I felt like an idiot; as if I were a teena ger asking for his first date. "I'm doing just fine," Mistress Kay replied. "The agency said you called. What can I do for you ?" I again started stammering. "W-w-well , I thought you could join me at my hotel for a few drinks or a joint a-a-and... " "That's O.K.," she interjected soothingly, "I know that you're excited about g etting together. Why don't I tell you a little about myself to help break the ic e." She went on to described herself in a manner that made my crotch swell again st my now-soaked slacks. She said she was twenty-eight, 5' 10", with brown eyes and long brown hair. "And I've been told a rather nice body," she continued with a twinkle in her voice. "I'm especially proud of my tight little ass and my lon g legs. How does that sound to you ?" The last remark sent another tingle throug h my cock. I'm a leg man from way back. "It sounds great !" I responded with en thusiasm. "Good," she cooed, "Now tell me about what sort of things you've been fantasizing about before I called." Somehow her straight-forward yet gentle manner eased the tension. I poured o ut my desires of bondage and domination; my voice quickening and my descriptions becoming more graphic as I went. Mistress Kay responded with an almost bubbly en thusia sm; encouraging me to fill in any details that I might have forgotten. Finally, I summoned my courage and added, "...and I'd love to be forced to wear women's c lothes." She purred softly in response, "Now THAT sounds delicious." She asked for a brief description of myself. She murmured in approval as I r elated my 5'10, 180 lb., muscular build. "Mmmm a big boy... or should I say a bi g 'girl'. I like that." She quickly covered the business end of things; the agen cy's and her fee. It was a lot but I was far beyond caring by now. I gave her th e hotel name and my room number. "I got to gather a few things and grab a cab; b ut I should be there in about a half-hour. Now I want you to behave yourself unt il then. Don't even touch that hot little cock of yours before I arrive." The la st was delivered in the same husky, bubbly voice. But it bore into the core of m y soul very much as a command. I was about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "I forgot to ask. Wh at sort of things are you interested in ?" There was a pause and the same murmur , this time with a slight edge of a growl. ""Mmmm... you find out soon enough. L ets just say that I like to be in command." I sat there stunned, the receiver frozen to my ear. I never heard the click; it took the dial tone to shock me back to reality. As I hung up the phone I ins tinctively reached down to relieve the burning desire between my legs. Suddenly, as if by remote control, my hand came to a stop inches from my crotch. I sat an d stared at it as it quivered nervously; suspended in mid- air. Part II I don't know how long I sat there before suddenly coming back to my senses. Shaken, I decided to have that second joint to calm me. I lit it and took severa l deep drags. Exhaling slowly, I felt a dizzy airiness waft through my head. Qu ickly peeling my clothes off, I headed to the shower. As I stepped under the spr ay, my cock swayed in front of me. It seemed larger and harder that I ever remem bered it, the skin on its head stretched taut and shiny. I turned the water all the way to cold in a attempt to quell the aching need to beat off. The relief, i f any, and short-lived. Toweling off, I was forced to pat my crotch as gently as possible lest the rough terrycloth trigger a forbidden orgasm. Even though in m y present feverish state I felt my erection would quickly return; I was sure tha t Mistress Kay would somehow know that I had disobeyed. Finishing the joint as I went, I slipped into a fresh pair of briefs; stretc hing the waistband to the limit and bending forward in order to capture my cock without any forbidden touch. As I fumbled with my slacks and sport shirt, my mi nd strayed frequently. Snapping back to reality to discover myself sitting on th e bed with one sock on, I realized that I had gone far beyond a light buzz. I wa s totally wrecked. Panic struck me; would I be able to keep my wits sufficiently about me? Struggling to concentrate on the tasks at hand, I somehow managed to put the required money on the end table in an envelope. I wandered around the s uite in a haphazard attempt at tidying things up. I was about to refill my drink from the bar when a loud knock at the door startled me. I shuffled to the door and opened it. There stood Mistress Kay. Her brief pho ne des cription did not begin to do her justice. She was not at all as I had imagined. A broad smile spread across her face; brilliant white teeth framed her soft red lips shining with a wet-look gloss. She had her long hair pulled back into a cas ual pony tail. This, along with the moderate makeup and her casual outfit, gave her more the appearance of a coed than a hooker. She wore a jean jacket over a l eotard and a matching denim skirt. The latter was fashionably short, cut several inches above the knee. It featured her legs wonderfully. She had been most mode st about them. Deeply tanned, they looked lovely without stockings. So smooth an d slim, and they seemed to extend forever. I followed them down with my eyes unt il they disappeared into her red pumps. I stared numbly at the five inch spike h eels. "May I come in, John ?" The soft huskiness of her voice caused me to jerk my head upwards. Too dazed to respond, I stepped back and allowed her to enter. S he strolled in, dropping a large tote bag in a chair as she went. I locked the d oor and turned to see her move through the suite. The fabric of her skirt stretc hed tight as her firm ass swayed from side to side as she glided toward the bedr oom. Just as I started to follow after her, she reappeared. "Nice. Very nice," s he offered. Taking a deep breath she remarked, "Seems like you started the party without me. Got any more ?" Finding my voice I replied "Sure," and quickly ligh ted another joint. Offering it to her I noticed that the heels gave her several inches over me. "A drink ?" I asked, mad at myself for mumbling in monosyllables. "Please. S cotch on the rocks if you have it." "Coming right up," I said moving to the bar. As it had on the phone, her easy going manner had again put me at ease. I poure d one for myself and moved to the couch where she had seated herself. I felt my face redden as I noticed her looking straight at my bulging zipper as I approach ed. Embarrassed, I handed her drink and took a seat in the armchair next to the couch and painfully tried to cross my legs. This brought a small grin in respons e. Mistress Kay made small talk about the traffic and weather as we sat and sipp ed our drinks. I tried to keep my eyes moving; alternately staring at the swell of her firm breasts peeking out from beneath her jacket, the expanse of her trim thigh s exposed as she crossed her legs, and the gentle swaying of her slim high heel. I certainly didn't need the additional booze and grass. Both my inhibitions and my self-control were fading rapidly. I lapsed into silence and found myself st aring at her long sculptured nails as she passed the end of the joint. They were the same shiny soft red as her lips. I found myself intrigued by them. Somehow they seemed both seductive and threatening at the same time. Suddenly, the famil iar sound of a soft, growl-like murmur brought my eyes upwards. Until now I had subconsciously avoided direct eye contact. Now I knew why. H er overall appearance of innocence was betrayed by something deep within those e yes; Large brown pools that penetrated so. I felt myself being drawn in. They se em to bore deep into my soul. I was unable to avert my gaze; trapped like a deer in a car's headlights. A shiver of panic and pleasure went through me as a soft "Time to begin," echoed in my ears. "Stand up," Mistress Kay ordered and I obeyed. "Get undressed," came another soft c ommand. Responding almost mechanically, I removed my clothes. The lay on the flo or around me where they fell. My eyes admired those incredibly long legs as Caro l, now standing, turned away from me and rummaged through the tote bag. My body hair seemed to ruffle in the cool breeze of the air conditioning as I stood ther e naked. Mistress Kay turned and approached. In my stoned state she seemed to be moving underwater. The few steps between us took forever. My mind was jarred momentari ly by the sight that I beheld; until now I had not realized that she had removed her jacket. Her braless breasts swayed slightly under the sleeveless leotard. T hey stood firm and proud; the deep vee of the neckline hinting at the soft valle y between them. The taut shiny fabric highlighted their full roundness and promi nent nipples. "Turn around." Mistress Kay now stood inches from me. I had to look up slight ly to reach those mysterious brown eyes. A devilish grin had transformed her face from cute to cunning. "Turn around," she said again. The barest hint of roughness in her voice created more urgency than if she had yelled. I shuffled around. My wr ists were pulled firmly behind me. A wide band of leather circled them. The stra p tightened sharply. My hands, suddenly released, fell against my bare ass. My w rists felt welded together when I tested them. A surge of panic and arousal swep t through me. My already straining cock twitched up and down in front of me. I s ensed Mistress Kay moving behind me but I was afraid to turn without permission. After a few moments she reappeared. Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock jumped again. "Lift your foot," came the soft command. Looking down, I watched as she drew a pair of tights over my raised foot. I shifted my p ose as she did the other. They were an opaque flesh color and finished with a hi gh gloss. I watched in fascination as my hairy limbs became sleek as she glided the shiny nylon upward. My flesh tingled as their firm caress enveloped them. Sh e moved deliberately; using both hands to smooth the fabric upwards. As she appr oached my groin, my cock quivered anew and my eyes closed in anticipation. They jerked open and I yelped as the waistband snapped painfully around my middle. Mistress Kay again disappeared behind me. I took the opportunity to examine m y new limbs as I twisted and turned them. They seemed somehow slimmer and more attract ive then before. The soft reflection of the room lights shimmered and sparkled o n the shiny material. My cock, now imprisoned against my stomach, was tantalized by the soft yet unyielding cloth. Mistress Kay returned to view, holding somethi ng beh ind her. She had now removed her skirt and I was allowed for the first time to a dmire the entire length of those wondrous legs. Incredibly smooth and flawlessly tan, they extended from the red pumps in gentle curves. The high french cut of the shiny leotard framed her long, firm thighs, round hips, and half exposed the tight globes of her well- rounded ass. The garment fit like a layer of skin ove r her flat stomach and narrow waist. The faintest outline of her cunt lips was v isible where her legs met. My enjoyment was short-lived. Bringing her hand into view she held a pair of scissors menacingly before my crotch. Light flashed off the silvery blades as s he opened and closed them. In horror, I tugged at my bonds and began to edge awa y. "Hold still," she said as she pulled be back by the waistband of my tights. I froze breathlessly as she carefully cut a small hole in the nylon. Suddenly fre e, my cock leaped outward. She squeezed it just behind the engorged head with tw o fingers. Her firm grasp stopped my impending orgasm just short of release. She pulled my balls through the hole and arranged the edge of the nylon around them rnails along the length of my cock. I groaned as my pleasure grew maddeningly; d enied relief by her squeeze. Without releasing her grip, Mistress Kay again ordered me to raise each foot in tur n. It took a few moments for me to regain enough composure to realize what she w as doing. She pulled a pair of briefs up my nyloned legs. The were made of thin latex in the same bright red as her high heels. The most bizarre part was the cr otch piece. It formed into a pouch and narrow tube that matched the shape of my swollen genitals. On the inside of the open tube, small straps fastened with sna ps behind my balls and in several places along the length of my cock. The last o f these was around the base of my cockhead, replacing the grip of her fingers. O nce these were firmly in place, Mistress Kay pulled the closed end of the tube ov er the swollen head. Then she began to lace the top edges of the tube shut. Beginning at the outer end, she worked slowly; carefully smoothing the thin rubber and tug ging the laces tight. The lacing continued to the base of my cock, then up to th e top edge of the briefs. She pulled the waistband extra snug and finished it wi th a double knot. As a final measure, there were several attached straps of heav ier latex. These she buckle tightly around the top of my ball sac, behind my bal ls against my abdomen, and around the base of the head of my cock. Mistress Kay stepped back and, placing her hands at her narrow waist, surveye d her handiwork. I looked down in amazement at my trapped genitals. They were totally enclosed in the bright red rubber and stood pointing straight ahead from my crot ch. Mistress Kay walked around me, rubbing her hands over the briefs. My ass chee ks wer e cupped and lifted by the stretchy material. Teasingly, she stroked and squeeze d my encased cock and balls. The combination of the tight straps and lacing prev ented any subsiding or expansion of my raging erection. I could feel her caress through the thin rubber and my passion grew. Yet I was held firmly just short or gasmic release. I moaned involuntarily as my arousal expanded in to a dull, plea surable ache deep within me. In addition, the latex captured my body heat and pe rspiration; further adding to my discomfort. "So far, so good," remarked Mistress Kay as she once again turned to the tote bag, "Now to work on the rest of you. This will give you nice curves," She held up a formidable-looking waist cincher. It was made of the same red latex, although in a much heavier grade, and was heavily boned. She looped the garment around me. As she did so she rose on her toes slightly and came down straddling my imprison ed penis. She grounded her hips in a circular motion, which elicited another moa n of frustration. With a giggle at my helplessness, she stepped back, hooked the corset in place, and began lacing it. Beginning at the bottom and working up, s he tugged and pulled until I was gasping for breath. Laughing at my discomfort, she gave me a playful slap on my stomach which was now reduced several inches. " Ah... the price we women pay for fashion," she chuckled. My midsection felt like in was in a vise. I tried, with no luck, to ease the restraint by wiggling. But the boning was unyielding and I was forced to take shallow breaths to relieve t he pressure on my ribcage. "Now for your titties," Mistress Kay said, moving behind me. While lacing the waist cinch she had carefully squeezed any available flesh upwards. Now she fastened a series of straps around my well developed pectorals. The thin straps formed th e outline of a bra, but without the cups. As she pulled and adjusted the straps she leaned against and over me. I enjoy greatly the brief brushes of her soft th ighs and warm crotch against my bound hands. After some time she was finally satisfied with the results. Looking down, I was amazed. The corset and the harness had combined to form breasts. They were n ot large; somewhat less than a B cup at best. But they were well formed and quit e realistic looking. She ran her hands over and over them, testing their bounce and arousing my tiny nipples. The constraint of the straps made them quite engor ged and sensitive and I winced as she tweaked them with her long nails. Mistress Kay again stepped back to exam me. She nodded and grinned in approva l. For my part, I stood there silently blushing; savoring the delicious sensations of my attire and relishing my helplessness. Mistress Kay looked briefly around the s uite. "Follow me," she said using my latex-encased penis as a leash. Given my conditio n, I had no choice but to follow as quickly as I could. She led me over to the writing desk across the room. Pulling out the large s wivel chair, which was on wheels, she commanded, "Sit." I complied as quickly as I could given the limitations the corset put on my movements. As Mistress Kay re turned to her bag, I took the opportunity to rub my nyloned thighs together and enjoy the jiggle of my new "breasts" as I bounced up and down it the seat. I felt my c onfined cock throb within the bondage briefs. I was turned-on to a level I had n ever imagined and looked forward to an impending release of the lust pent up in my groin. Little did I know that the evening had barely begun. Mistress Kay returned with several lengths of rope. "Time to make you a littl e more secure," she announced. Moving behind me, she pulled my bound wrists behind the chair back. She attached a rope to the strap and then wound it several times ar ound my midsection and the chair back. She tied it tightly each time; forcing me to sit back flush to the chair. Dropping to one knee, she next tied another rop e to one of my ankles. Drawing it back and looping it around the base of the cha ir beneath the seat, she drew my foot off the floor and up towards the back of t he chair. She tied it in place and repeated the process with the other leg. She gave a final check; tightening a line here, retying a knot there. When she was d one I was lashed firmly to the seat with my legs spread and pulled back beneath me. As if to test her work, she gave the chair a spin. I rotated helplessly in a circle. Between the ropes and the bonds I could do little more than wiggle a few inches in place. The corset and ropes were slight ly uncomfortable but I felt no pain other than the dull ache as the blood pulsed through my throbbing cock. It stood out obscenely from my groin, begging for re lease. Mistress Kay gave the chair a harder spin, this time sending me on several revol utions. The room continued to move after I finally came to a rest. The dizziness added to the lightheadedness I already felt. As if enjoying a new toy, Mistress Kay spun me again and again. The room flas hed by in a blur. On each rotation I caught a brief glimpse of Mistress Kay, standing w ith he r hands on her hips. Her hoarse laughter echoed; fading in and out as I turned. I closed my eyes as my head spun around. Only when I sensed that I had finally s topped did I reopen them. The room seem to continue to move wildly. Finally I w as able to blink it to a stop. Mistress Kay towered over me. Her full lips were spread in a sinister grin. She ca ptured my eyes with hers. I stared upwards, enrapt in her beauty. "Welcome to th e world of Revlon," she said, reaching towards me. Holding my chin in one hand, she proceeded to color my lips with a thick coating of lipstick. The taste was sweet to my tongue. Holding out a tissue she motioned with her own moist lips fo r me to blot. Smiling, she then held up the tissue for me to see. There, in the same shiny color as her own, was the red imprint of my lips. This was too much. A surge of lust shot from deep within my loins that cause d me to jerk against my bonds. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and tears we lled up in my eyes. I finally found my voice. Babbling excitedly I pleaded to be allow to come. Mistress Kay's laugh became louder and more diabolical and reverb erated through my skull. Patting me gently on the head, she cooed softly, "Oh no, not yet little girl.... We're going to have a party first." Part III Still grinning at my helplessness, Mistress Kay sat in the chair by the phone . She picked up the receiver and began to dial. "What are you doing," I shouted. "Sill y girl, she laughed and continued dialing, "We can't have a party without guests ing about this on the phone." I raised my voice some more, trying to camouflage my growing fear as anger. "This is enough," I yelled, tugging at the straps that held me to the chair. "I think it's time that you go." Mistress Kay hung up the phone and stood slowly. Hands on hips, she sauntered very casually over to me. She looked down on me and shook her head slowly. Maybe you' re right," she said folding her arms across her firm breasts, "Maybe I should le ave right now. I'm sure if you keep up the racket someone will eventually come a nd find you." She turned and began putting on her skirt. Wild panic surged through me. "NO... DON'T... " I twisted and pulled against my bonds. "Please... I beg of you," I pleaded more softly. Finally I fell silen t. Mistress Kay drop the skirt and turned towards me. She had a look of triumph o n her face that sent a chill down my spine. She had me, but good, and we both knew it. Returning to her seat, she picked up the phone and began dialing again. I sat there drained, barely hearing her talking on the phone. My arousal tur ned to embarrassment. I pictured how I must look in these shiny tights; with my narrow corseted waist and my pseudo-breasts jiggling. And worst of all; with my still-throbbing cock jutting prominently out in front of me. My face felt warm a nd flushed. What had I gotten myself into? I was trapped and totally at her merc y; with no way to escape. A different kind of tears began to fill my eyes. Invol untarily, I began to whimper. Hanging up the phone, Mistress Kay again towered over me. My head hung low; I was u nable to face her. "Such a poor baby," she giggled as she gently patted me on th e head. I reddened even more in shame. "Here's something to keep you content," s he cooed, lifting my chin. I pulled back in amazement. There, inches from my eye s, was a rubber cock. It was flesh-colored and looked enormous. Attached to it w as a thick leather strap. "Wrap you big red lips around this, you little cocksuc ker," Mistress Kay said. Her voice was now a cruel snarl. "No," I screamed, jerking my head away in repulsion. I shook my head from si de to side, my eyes glued on the thickly-veined cock head. I clamped my jaw tigh tly shut. With a evil smile Mistress Kay reached down and slowly fondled my right 'brea st'. In spite of my self I felt a warm flood of arousal. Suddenly she pinched th e engorged nipple between two of her long fingernails and twisted it sharply. My mouth flew open with a yelp of pain. In an instant the gag was against my lips. With a shove she jammed it deep into my mouth. My eyes bugged out as the obscene object violated me. It filled my mouth com pletely, almost touching the back of my throat. The sudden impulse to gag caused my struggles to cease. I froze as Mistress Kay buckle it firmly behind my head. Once h er hands released the strap I was again seized by panic. I shook my head and str ained my tongue in a vain effort to expel it. I began to hyperventilate in a fre nzied effort to breathe. As I gasped in air I discovered that a narrow hole thro ugh the center of the gag allowed air to enter fairly easily. Gradually my frenz y subsided and my breathing became more regular. "That's it," Mistress Kay instructed, "Work on that big hard cock with your s weet l ittle mouth. You'll need the practice." The last remark sent a shiver down my sp ine and into my own loins. I tried to cry out but my protest was muffled. All th at came out was low guttural sounds and loud sucking noises. I tried to tear mys elf from the unyielding ropes. Mistress Kay gave the chair another spin. As I swu ng aro und her laughter rang in my ears. By the time I stopped revolving and my vision returned to normal, Mistress Ka y has poured herself another drink. She stood in front of me sipping it, her purse tuc ked under her arm. Looking up, I surveyed her shapely form in her revealing outf it. Another flood of passion caused my cock to swell against its rubber prison. As our eyes met I noted her smug satisfaction at my heightened frustration. "Well, our guests will be arriving soon. We'd better make you a little more presentable. Don't you think?," she said in mock inquiry. Taking my muffled obje ction as if it were agreement, she nodded, "Good." She stepped forward, and str addling the chair, sat on my lap. She nestled in, reaching down to adjust my rub ber clad groin into her crotch. My cock was pressed against her flat stomach. Th e touch of her hand, even through the rubber, was delightful. "Let's see if we can improve these eyes," she said, blotting the traces of m y tears with a tissue. Rummaging in her purse, she brought out an eyebrow pencil ery strokes. Occasionally she would stop and use a tweezers to remove a few erra nt hairs. I winced at the loss of each one; both from pain and from the fear of future embarrassment. Unable to protest, I could only pray that she wasn't alter ing my appearance permanently. Finally, satisfied with her work, she went back i nto her purse. Her firm breasts rested inches from my face. The tanned flesh jiggled in fro nt of my eyes as Mistress Kay moved. I wished my mouth were free so that I could suck o n those hard nipples that stretched the shiny black nylon spandex of her leotard ticed my attention and gave her breasts a playful shake. I groaned in frustratio n. "Looks like we'll have to help you with your posture so that you'll keep yo ur head up," she scolded. She stood and retrieved something from the tote bag. S tepping behind me, she wrapped a heavy leather collar around my neck. It was abo ut four inches wide and padded with foam on the inside. As she fastened the buck le my chin was forced up rigidly. She tightened it just short of the point where it might inhibit my breathing. Not only couldn't I lower my head; I couldn't tu rn it either. To look to the sides I would have to twist my entire torso. Which, of course, was impossible while bound as I was to the chair. She returned to my lap and her work. With my head immobilized, she proceeded quickly. Brown eyeshadow was smoothed onto my lids and a hint of blush brushed onto my cheeks. She spent considerable time on my lashes, thickening them and ex aggerating their length with mascara. Through it all I sat rigidly, opening and closing my eyes as ordered. I was acutely conscious of her breasts rubbing into mine and her firm thighs sliding on my nyloned legs. I could even feel the heat of her crotch through the rubber briefs. My balls seemed near bursting as they s welled in the locked pouch. My eyes studied her moist lips and the tip of her to ngue as it peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she carefully applied eyelin er on me. I was reminded that my own mouth now matched the shiny red color of he rs. The realization made me suck the rubber cock more earnestly; enjoying the sw eet taste of my lipstick as I did. Mistress Kay leaned back and studied my face carefully. "That looks a lot bet ter," she announced. I could feel my long lashes fluttering as I blinked. After return ing the make-up to her purse she stood. "Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing," she said reopening the purse. Removing a small perfume atomizer, she spr ayed me liberally behind my ears, along my neck, and down my "cleavage". She was about to close the bottle when, with a playful grin, she gave a final spritz be tween my legs. "Enjoy," she teased as she spun the chair again. I whipped around rapidly, my eyes closing reflexively to minimize the dizzin ess. A sweet cloud swirled about me. The heavy, flowery scent magnified the fog I already was experiencing from all the pot. My mind drifted as I spun; wanderin g from embarrassment to erotic excitement. At times my consciousness seemed to f ocus on the sleek feel of the tights, the tight compression of the corset, or th e new fleshiness of my chest. Then my body seemed to melt into a mass of sexual arousal centered on an intense pulsating somewhere deep within my groin. I don't know when I stopped turning or how long my eyes remained shut. A lou d knocking suddenly snapped me into crystal clear consciousness. "Company!" Caro l announce cheerfully. As I watched her firm ass sway across the room I struggle d desperately against the ropes and straps. I begged her to stop through my gag. Her hand touched the doorknob and a sinking sensation hit my stomach. I hunched my shoulders and averted my eyes; trying to somehow make myself smaller. "Tara," Mistress Kay exclaimed as she opened the door. I looked up; my curios ity o vercoming my fear. All I could see was Mistress Kay's shapely back in the doorway as sh e clenched in what was obviously a passionate embrace. All that was visible of o ur visitor was her arms as they wrapped themselves around Mistress Kay. I noted t he lon g pink sculptured nails as they fondled and squeezed that sweet ass that I crave d so. I felt my arousal growing anew at the soft sound of their murmuring as the y kissed. Finally they broke apart and entered the suite. I enjoyed my first look at K athy. She was slightly shorter than Mistress Kay and of medium build but full- fi gured. Her blonde hair was cut to medium length, framing her dramatically (but not ove rly) made-up face. Like Mistress Kay, she had striking eyes. At times they seemed emera ld green; in other light they flashed a deepest blue. What was most dramatic about her appearance was her attire. In contrast to C arol's almost innocent first impression, Tara signaled danger and sensuality. A bove was a silk-knit tank top that caressed, but barely contained, her large bra less breasts. Below was a pair of the tightest leather jeans I had ever seen. Th e thin black hide shaped and molded her every curve; from her well rounded ass a nd hips to her shapely calves and thighs. It flexed and contracted like a layer of her own skin as she moved. And as she sat with Mistress Kay on the couch and I could hear the faint sounds of the stretching and rubbing leather. It wasn't until she crossed her legs that I noticed her boots. I realized th at I was wrong about her height. She was shorter than Mistress Kay by several inc hes. I t was the boots that made the difference. The heels were among the highest I'd e ver seen; at least five inches and pencil thin. The result was an extreme arch e nding in similarly menacing pointed toes. I watched the light reflect off their shiny black surface as she swung her foot. I shudder with both excitement and te rror. There was obviously no fooling with this woman. The women sat and chatted among themselves; oblivious to me. At one point Ca rol went to the bar and poured drinks. She walked around me going both ways with out as much as a look or word. It was as if I didn't exist or was merely a piece of furniture. I resented their indifference to me and attempted to gain their a ttention through the gag. They ignored my muffled pleas. Finally, after they had finished their drinks and Mistress Kay had lit one of my jo ints, they stood and approached me. I found myself staring at Tara's skyscraper heels as she neared. She must have noticed my attention because she lifted her right foot onto the front edge of my chair. The polished toe of her boot pushed forward into my rubber-encased balls. "So this is our entertainment," she remark ed. I followed the taut leather trail up her leg and past her crotch. She stood there casually, elbow on her raised knee, smoking the joint. She looked down at me with a look of bemused pity. "Kinda cute," she remarked patting me on the hea d. Then tracing a figure-eight over my chest with a fingernail she added, "But p retty flat-chested." Taking a deep drag on the joint, Tara straddled my lap. Wrapping her arms a round my neck, she gave me a mock kiss. She blew the smoke through the hole in t he penis gag and deep into my lungs. Unable to pull away, the acrid smoke seared my throat and lungs. I fought desperately the urge to cough. I tried to concent rate on slowly exhaling trough my nose. I succeeded for the most part with only minimal choking. The women took turns, one on my lap giving me smoke 'kisses'; t he other teasing my bound body with her hands. Mistress Kay enjoyed rubbing my ny loned legs. Tara would vigorously pump my cock. The rubber harness prevented an orgas m. and my midsection began cramping with intense pleasure/pain. All the while th e pot was getting me higher and higher. My every nerve ending felt intensified t o their touch. I became almost delirious with arousal; a total prisoner unable t o even mentally resist. "There seems to be something missing," Mistress Kay observed dreamily, as she finis hed the last of the joint. "Maybe she could use some earrings. She dug into her purse and dangled two red plastic teardrops. "I have a better idea," Tara anno unced. Returning to my lap, she rubbed her ample breasts into mine. The deliciou s softness caused my nipples to stiffen. Then taking one of the earrings she sna pped the clasp onto my enlarged nipple. I jerked and screamed into the gag. Pain seared into my chest. Quickly, she attached the other one the same way. I waile d, bucking so strongly against the ropes that the whole chair jumped. Tara leap t to her feet, laughing gleefully at my discomfort. As I twisted from side to si de the earrings bounced and danced across my chest, magnifying my agony. Tears s treaming from my eyes, I yelled and twitched uncontrollably. After several minut es (an eternity to me) Tara stopped laughing and grew angry. "Enough already, o r you'll really be punished." The pain and my own anger were so great that I was unable to force myself to sit still. I was determined to protest as much as my unfortunate circumstances would allow. "Okay, if that's your choice," Tara barked, "you were warned. You'll have t o sit out the party." She nodded to Mistress Kay, who now stood behind me. Sudden ly, a thick scarf was pulled across my eyes and knotted behind my head. I was plunged into absolute darkness. My growing panic now turned to shear terror. I yelled in to the gag with renewed vigor. I tore at my bonds, oblivious to the pain I was c ausing in the process. The chair was spun again. This time was much faster than before as both women flung me around at increasing speed. The wheels began to ro ck off the floor and I feared that it would tip over. Bound as I was there would be no way for me to break my fall. I was trapped in a wild, swirling blackness. I don't know when the physical spinning stopped but the sensations in my min d continued a lot longer. Eventually I became aware of a different movement. The chair was being dragged backward across the carpeting. Then it stopped and I he ard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door to the balcony sliding open collar, I tried in vain to shake my head 'NO'. I apologized; I begged; I prayed and and obviously didn't care. There was a final jerk and a heavy jolt as I clea red the threshold and rolled onto the balcony. My next sensations were of the sl amming of the door behind me and the cool night air. Both left me shivering unco ntrollably. Part IV I was paralyzed with fear. Despite the cool breeze on my scantily-clad body I was sweating heavily. My mind raced. Because of the blindfold I didn't even kn ow how much daylight remained. Could people on the street below see me? What a bout on the other balconies? Would someone call the hotel desk (or worse yet, th e police) to report seeing a bound and gagged man in women's clothes? Bound and blinded, my other senses were magnified. My hearing seemed particu larly acute. From inside the suite, I heard the muffled sounds of music and voic es. From below came the noise of cars passing on the streets. Somewhere there wa s faint laughter. Was it directed at me? I again pulled at my bounds, hoping ag ainst hope that the movement of the chair had somehow loosened them. But they he ld as firm as before, allowing only an inch or two of movement. But my efforts c aused the chair to roll across the smooth concrete of the balcony. "Where on the balcony was I?" I wondered. Out of fear and to minimize the chances of being sp otted, I sat still. After a few minutes the suffering caused by the earrings abated somewhat. Ye t I was acutely aware of the two throbbing points on my chest and I sucked vigor ously on the rubber cock, trying to catch my breath. Almost against my will, my thoughts again turned to arousal as I did so. Maybe it was the pot or something deep within my psyche, but I began revelling in my degradation. I began wrigglin g anew, this time to enjoy the slick feel of the nylon on my legs. I imagined ho w I must appear with my narrowed waist and little titties. I shook my chest and thrilled at their jiggling. Even the pain of the earrings now had an erotic edge to it. My bonds felt less frightening; my utter helplessness caused a warm glow within me. My cock, in its rubber prison, throbbed with a new intensity. With e nthusiasm, I sucked the rubber cock in time with the pulsations in my groin. I d rifted timelessly through the wildest of sexual fantasies; all of which ended in the ultimate satisfaction that the rubber pants denied me. I have no idea how long I was lost in my thoughts. My condition had robbed m e of all perception of the passage of time. I flinched at the sudden sound of th e balcony door sliding open. I bolted upright and pleaded desperately into the g ag. In my fever-pitched state of passion I was begging more for sexual release t han from my bondage. The chair was again dragged backwards, bumping me rudely ov er the threshold. The door slid shut again. In contrast, the room air felt almost uncomfortably warm. A dreadful fear of the unknown again seeped into my soul. I had to force myself to breathe. When I did so I was almost overwhelmed with a heady mixture of smells. There was pot s moke and sweat and perfume. But unmistakable under it all was the powerful aroma of sexual arousal. It triggered something deep inside my primal brain and I moa ned desperately for relief. I sensed the movement of many people around me. I attempted to turn my head to follow the sounds. Unseen hands began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. When my feet were released, they fell to the floor. Bent under the chair for so long, they had become numb. I felt something being attached to the colla r that held my neck rigid. Suddenly, I was jerked from the chair by the leash at my neck. I attempted to stand but my lifeless legs buckled beneath me. With my hands still bound behind me, I pitched forward with no way to break my fall. At the last instant, hands on my shoulders brought me upright. I was pushed into an kneeling position. I knelt there in total darkness, my erect posture enforced by the boned cors et and stiff collar. I felt fingers working at the lacing of my rubber briefs. I was thrilled in anticipation of finally achieving sexual release. Slowly the ti ght red shorts were peeled from my sweaty loins. So feverish was my arousal that I thought merely the air hitting my cock would cause me to explode. But, as Car ol had done before, fingers grasped my organ just below the cock head; quelling my orgasm. I was frozen there, hanging on the brink of eruption. I pulled frantically a t the strap holding my wrists. I pleaded anew into my gag. Tears began to soak m y blindfold. I felt completely lost; any shreds of self- will gone after hours o f helpless frustration. Now utterly defeated; I slumped against my restraining g arments and bonds. Almost as if in a dream, the strap holding the penis gag in place was releas ed. The rubber phallus was pulled from my mouth with a loud popping noise. I sta rted to move and stretch my aching jaw muscles. Before I could find my voice to speak, my head was jerked forward by the leash. For an instant I felt an object pressed against my lips. Then it shoved forward; filling my mouth. The thick shape was familiar. It was round and long and rubbery. But this ti me warm and resilient. My mind exploded in shock. It was a REAL COCK!! In refle x, I tried to pull away. But firm hands on the back of my head pulled me forward ngs on my breasts being removed. They were replaced my warm hands massaging the hypersensitized nipples. At my groin, more unseen fingers fondled my swollen bal ls. Waves of passion crashed through me. I began to tongue and suck the cock for all I was worth. I pictured myself: my budding tits quivering under their cares s; my feminine waist neatly defined; my body constrained and tied. I was a helpl ess slut, shamelessly servicing my unseen master. And I loved it! I worked my lips in an abandoned frenzy. The cock seemed to grow still large r in my mouth. Its heat almost searing my tongue. Someone below my own cock was now being pumped. But the sensation was now deep inside me. An incredible pressu re built within my loins. My head was forced forward. I eagerly took in more of the cock. I wanted it all now. I felt a heavy ball sack slapping at my chin. I s lavered and sucked with all my remaining strength as I felt a hot stream gush do wn my throat. At that instant, the grip on my cock head was released. A flash of light fil led my blinded eyes. I wanted to scream as ecstacy tore through me. My groin exp loded violently. My total existence blasted through my cock. The limp cock slid from my lips. All the energy from my muscles seemed to drain from my cock in an unending torrent. I slumped to the floor. Later, I was barely aware of being lifted. Gently, I was placed on the bed. I lay there lifeless. My hands were freed and I was stripped of my clothing. I f elt a soft kiss on my forehead; then, in the distance, the sound of a closing do or. When my heart stopped pounding and my breathing became more regular, I reach ed up and removed my blindfold. My eyes snapped shut in response to the sudden b rightness. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. When my vision returned I stared for the longest time at the whiteness smeared on my fingers.... THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /