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                               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 breath
she 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.