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    "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 hypersensitized 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 ecstacy 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 he whiteness smeared
on my fingers....