Inappropriate Behaviour
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I thought it was my lucky night when she struck up a conversation with me. I had been cruising a few bars looking to pick up a woman for a one night stand as usual and Rachel, as she introduced herself, was certainly my type. Curvy and voluptuous with shoulder length fair hair and mischievous green eyes, I was taken with her instantly. Her curves had been poured into a tight black pencil skirt, complimented by an equally tight white blouse that accentuated her ample bosom. Her sheer tights and court shoes completed the typical sexy secretary look, although I didn't quite find out what she did for work - or much else about her really - before we were heading back to her place.
Her detached house was in a quiet, secluded cul-de-sac and must have been worth a pretty penny. Maybe if she was wealthy and successful I could make an effort with her beyond emptying my balls, shallow as my attutude to women was. We went inside and she fixed us both a drink, which I knocked back in one so we could get on with the action. My cock was already bulging agaisnt my trousers, but Rachel stalled me with small talk, and before long I was starting to feel a little tired and weak. My last memory was of her gently stroking my head as I struggled to stay awake, a satisfied smile breaking out across her face.
I came around god knows how many hours later. Wherever I was it was pitch black, and I couldn't hear a thing. I was lying on my back, and it soon became apparent that my arms were pinned to my sides by something and my legs were held together in a similar fashion. I struggled briefly before calling out in a slight panic. I heard what sounded like a key in a lock, before a door opened high up and I could just make out a silhouette before the lights were switched on. The door was at the top of some stairs, and two figures began to descend, although I struggled to make them out as the sudden flow of light made me squint my eyes.
"Hello darling, sleep well?" chided a voice. I recognised it as Rachel.
"Rachel? What's going on, where am I?" I enquired, a little confused.
"Oh don't worry your cute little self" she giggled. "You're in good hands".
"But I can't move, what's happened?!"
"It's part of your education, you will be trained to be respectful to women instead of having that nasty chauvinistic attitude". Her voice took a rather sinister tone.
"What the hell are you on about?" I snapped back. I looked down my body and saw that my arms and legs were bound at regular intervals with duct tape, as well as my cock and balls being tied up, making my ball bulge and my cock stand erect. As soon as I saw it, I became aware of the discomfort that it was causing. "Get this crap off me now!" I demanded.
Suddenly the second figure stepped forward, and equally curvy lady with long brown hair in a ponytail that d****d forward over her left shoulder and deep brown eyes. She looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen her. Both women were wearing matching black corsets, stockings and suspenders with heels. The only difference was Rachel wearing black opera gloves whilst the mystery lady had her hands behind her back. She came level with my waist and looked at my bound cock and balls.
"You can do this the easy way" she began, as she brought her left hand forward and revealed a tickling stick that she used to gently tease my cock and balls. "Or the hard way", and she quickly pulled the tickling stick away and with her other hand brought a riding crop sharply cracking onto my bulging balls.
"Owww" I yelped.
"Oh do be quiet darling" cooed Rachel. "You don't remeber Kimberley do you? One of your conquests from a few weeks ago. You just thought you could simply discard her, well you were wrong. We are going to correct your behaviour, and you WILL comply with your training".
I was stunned by their arrogance and was in no mood to be talked down to.
"Get this of me now you fat bitch or I'll sort you out good and proper!" I was losing my temper, but it was to no avail.
"Oh you will pay for that insolence darling" Kimberley teased.
"Don't darling me, just get this off me NOW!" I was really getting wound up now.
"Awww but darling, we have so much to do together and so little time" laughed Rachel. Knowing that their patronising use of 'darling' was getting under my skin seemed to amuse them.
I thrashed around as best I could against the tape but it was hopeless. For my efforts I received a few firm strokes of the crop on my balls, until I stopped fighting.
They began to run through what my 'training program' would entail; feminisation, submission, bondage, discipline and humiliation in the form of servitude as a maid to my captors. They couldn't be serious surely? I laughed in disbelief.
"Something funny darling?" asked Kimberley.
"Yeah you and the fantasy world you live in, you need to get real. You'll never do that to me, no chance." I replied dismissively.
At this point Rachel had walked round to position herself clode to my head. I stared at her defiantly as she smiled at me, before she suddenly flicked out her foot across my jaw and sent me back into darkness. The next time I woke I was on my front, in a tight hogtie and wearing a pair of tights with my cock and balls still tied up underneath. They had used a large rubber ball gag to silence me though, and my muffled protests fell on deaf ears when they returned.
Rachel rolled me onto my side and yanked down the tights to my upper thighs.
"So you think we can't bend you to our will? Silly boy".
With that she put on a pair of blue latex gloves and put her hand into a bag and scooped out some powder before rubbing it into my cock and balls. She then pulled the tights back up and rolled me back onto my front.
"This is itching powder darling, let's see how an hour of this affects your resistance. We have a vibrating butt plug for you when you tell us you have had enough of this. See you soon, have fun." She stood up and made her way upstairs, knocking off the lights as she left. Bythis time the powder was already making me struggle like hell, I was trying to escape with all my might but my struggles were futile. I screamed into the gag but my "MMMMMMMPPPPHHH" would barely have been heard across the room. I guessed that I was in a cellar with the stairs being the only way out, so chances of anyone outside hearing me were slim to none anyway. The torment was unbearable, I tried dry-humping the floor in desperation just to try to get some friction and just slightly relieve the itching but I was too well-tied to get any decent leverage. This went of for what seemed like a lifetime before my captors returned, my tear-streaked face telling them all they needed to know. Kimberley knelt down beside me and showed me a butt-plus with a dial on the end.
"Will you take this to end the itching?" she asked.
I nodded my head frantically. She lubed it up before my eyes and pulled down the tights, before lubing my arsehole and easing in the plug until my hole closed arounf the base. I didn't resist, such was my desperation to escape the cruelty that had befallen my sex. Once it was in place, she applied a cream to my genitals that almost instantly soothed them and ended the nightmare that I had been through.
"Oh, I almost forgot" she said as she reached back around to my arse and turned the dial to set off a soft buzzing inside me. She pulled up the tights, rolled me back onto my front and ruffled my hair playfully as she told me that me training would begin in earnest when Rachel returned from work. I feeling of helpless embarrassment washed over me as my mind raced with what the finer details of my training might be...
Her detached house was in a quiet, secluded cul-de-sac and must have been worth a pretty penny. Maybe if she was wealthy and successful I could make an effort with her beyond emptying my balls, shallow as my attutude to women was. We went inside and she fixed us both a drink, which I knocked back in one so we could get on with the action. My cock was already bulging agaisnt my trousers, but Rachel stalled me with small talk, and before long I was starting to feel a little tired and weak. My last memory was of her gently stroking my head as I struggled to stay awake, a satisfied smile breaking out across her face.
I came around god knows how many hours later. Wherever I was it was pitch black, and I couldn't hear a thing. I was lying on my back, and it soon became apparent that my arms were pinned to my sides by something and my legs were held together in a similar fashion. I struggled briefly before calling out in a slight panic. I heard what sounded like a key in a lock, before a door opened high up and I could just make out a silhouette before the lights were switched on. The door was at the top of some stairs, and two figures began to descend, although I struggled to make them out as the sudden flow of light made me squint my eyes.
"Hello darling, sleep well?" chided a voice. I recognised it as Rachel.
"Rachel? What's going on, where am I?" I enquired, a little confused.
"Oh don't worry your cute little self" she giggled. "You're in good hands".
"But I can't move, what's happened?!"
"It's part of your education, you will be trained to be respectful to women instead of having that nasty chauvinistic attitude". Her voice took a rather sinister tone.
"What the hell are you on about?" I snapped back. I looked down my body and saw that my arms and legs were bound at regular intervals with duct tape, as well as my cock and balls being tied up, making my ball bulge and my cock stand erect. As soon as I saw it, I became aware of the discomfort that it was causing. "Get this crap off me now!" I demanded.
Suddenly the second figure stepped forward, and equally curvy lady with long brown hair in a ponytail that d****d forward over her left shoulder and deep brown eyes. She looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen her. Both women were wearing matching black corsets, stockings and suspenders with heels. The only difference was Rachel wearing black opera gloves whilst the mystery lady had her hands behind her back. She came level with my waist and looked at my bound cock and balls.
"You can do this the easy way" she began, as she brought her left hand forward and revealed a tickling stick that she used to gently tease my cock and balls. "Or the hard way", and she quickly pulled the tickling stick away and with her other hand brought a riding crop sharply cracking onto my bulging balls.
"Owww" I yelped.
"Oh do be quiet darling" cooed Rachel. "You don't remeber Kimberley do you? One of your conquests from a few weeks ago. You just thought you could simply discard her, well you were wrong. We are going to correct your behaviour, and you WILL comply with your training".
I was stunned by their arrogance and was in no mood to be talked down to.
"Get this of me now you fat bitch or I'll sort you out good and proper!" I was losing my temper, but it was to no avail.
"Oh you will pay for that insolence darling" Kimberley teased.
"Don't darling me, just get this off me NOW!" I was really getting wound up now.
"Awww but darling, we have so much to do together and so little time" laughed Rachel. Knowing that their patronising use of 'darling' was getting under my skin seemed to amuse them.
I thrashed around as best I could against the tape but it was hopeless. For my efforts I received a few firm strokes of the crop on my balls, until I stopped fighting.
They began to run through what my 'training program' would entail; feminisation, submission, bondage, discipline and humiliation in the form of servitude as a maid to my captors. They couldn't be serious surely? I laughed in disbelief.
"Something funny darling?" asked Kimberley.
"Yeah you and the fantasy world you live in, you need to get real. You'll never do that to me, no chance." I replied dismissively.
At this point Rachel had walked round to position herself clode to my head. I stared at her defiantly as she smiled at me, before she suddenly flicked out her foot across my jaw and sent me back into darkness. The next time I woke I was on my front, in a tight hogtie and wearing a pair of tights with my cock and balls still tied up underneath. They had used a large rubber ball gag to silence me though, and my muffled protests fell on deaf ears when they returned.
Rachel rolled me onto my side and yanked down the tights to my upper thighs.
"So you think we can't bend you to our will? Silly boy".
With that she put on a pair of blue latex gloves and put her hand into a bag and scooped out some powder before rubbing it into my cock and balls. She then pulled the tights back up and rolled me back onto my front.
"This is itching powder darling, let's see how an hour of this affects your resistance. We have a vibrating butt plug for you when you tell us you have had enough of this. See you soon, have fun." She stood up and made her way upstairs, knocking off the lights as she left. Bythis time the powder was already making me struggle like hell, I was trying to escape with all my might but my struggles were futile. I screamed into the gag but my "MMMMMMMPPPPHHH" would barely have been heard across the room. I guessed that I was in a cellar with the stairs being the only way out, so chances of anyone outside hearing me were slim to none anyway. The torment was unbearable, I tried dry-humping the floor in desperation just to try to get some friction and just slightly relieve the itching but I was too well-tied to get any decent leverage. This went of for what seemed like a lifetime before my captors returned, my tear-streaked face telling them all they needed to know. Kimberley knelt down beside me and showed me a butt-plus with a dial on the end.
"Will you take this to end the itching?" she asked.
I nodded my head frantically. She lubed it up before my eyes and pulled down the tights, before lubing my arsehole and easing in the plug until my hole closed arounf the base. I didn't resist, such was my desperation to escape the cruelty that had befallen my sex. Once it was in place, she applied a cream to my genitals that almost instantly soothed them and ended the nightmare that I had been through.
"Oh, I almost forgot" she said as she reached back around to my arse and turned the dial to set off a soft buzzing inside me. She pulled up the tights, rolled me back onto my front and ruffled my hair playfully as she told me that me training would begin in earnest when Rachel returned from work. I feeling of helpless embarrassment washed over me as my mind raced with what the finer details of my training might be...
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