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It had been quite a day and I had a pretty strong suspicion it wasn't over
yet. I barely knew Rose, but I knew enough to guess that really enjoyed the
game, and I was the game. As was lying there thinking about this when the
phone rang.
"Hello" I answered.
A female voice replied "Hello, sir this is Monique from the salon downstairs.
This is a reminder that your wife has appointment at 3:00".
"My wife, that's not possible" I answered.
"Oh but yes, it is written here; Room 1245, 3:00 for a make-up repair and
fitting for a costume. Actually, that's why I called. As the manager of the
salon I'm sure you'll understand my concern. I've looked at the outfit, and
well, it's much too, well how can I say, exposing for public. This is sort of
costume is meant more for home activities, if you know what I mean. I'm sure
she can't be expected your wife to wear this in public. Especially since she
would have to walk through the hotel lobby ...."
"Excuse me, excuse me " I said, but she didn't hear and just kept blabbing
"and what a funny appointment. What is meant by makeup repair? Repair,
repair what, I just don't understand. And then there's the matter of the
deposit made for the appointment. The amount is far more than usual. I
realize we are very exclusive and pride ourselves in giving that little
something extra to make a woman fell special, but this is almost excessive.
We'll just refund the difference when your wife is finished."
When she finally stopped talking I told her "But you don't understand. I
don't think the appointment was made for my wife ... it was meant for ....
me".
I heard a gasp and could sense the shock over the phone. This woman was not
in on it. She was just a regular working person being used to humiliate me,
and she had my outfit. The maid outfit that had started this all was with
someone who had no idea what was going on. Maybe I could just talk her out of
it and all would be done.
I hesitated only a little and then tried "Ma'am, I'm very sorry for the
inconvenience, how about I just pick up the costume and we'll consider the
matter closed. No need to embarrass either one of any more than we already
are. This is just a practical joke that has gone too far. I'm sure you
understand."
After a moment she replied "Joke, huh. So that's why so much money. You
realize this is a very exclusive salon and we get many special customers here.
We don't have time for these games. This is a busy time as some REAL ladies
prepare for a special evening out. But, ......then again, this is a lot of
money, and I could do you myself and pocket it all. I've never done anything
like this before, but ......... what the hell, get your sissy ass down here
NOW and bring a robe so you leave here with some decency."
Shit, Rose had done it again, and this time with a non-player. This was to
be the ultimate in humiliation. She had set me up to expose myself publically
to someone whose not "in on it". Damn her! I walked to the hall closet to
get a bath rode, the full robes you usually find in expensive hotel rooms. All
I found was several empty hangers and a note that said "NO FAIR, GO AS YOU
ARE" Oh double shit! If that Monique girl thought the maid outfit was bad
sitting on a hanger I knew she would not be ready for what I was wearing.
The lobby was bad enough. There the obvious reaction was to a sleazy hooker
on her way out after doing a John in his room. The reaction when I walked
into the salon went way beyond that. All talking ended, every one just
stared and you could hear a pin drop as I squeaked "Monique is expecting me".
Monique had the best reaction of all. She damn near lost it. She was
obviously upset that such trash had entered her salon and she made sure
everyone there knew of her contempt. She led me out back as if to leave by a
back door, but then slipped me into a private room at the back of the shop.
"My god man have you no decency at all? How can you allow yourself to be
seen in public like that? I mean I can understand the shoes, and it goes
without saying that the jewelry is appropriate, but your lipstick, how could
you be seen looking like that." she whispered to me
Now it was my turn to be taken aback. Here I was, a man showing all parts of
me male, dressed as a total slut and she was worried about my lipstick! I
looked in the mirror and see what she meant. The beautiful makeup job that
Janet had done that morning had been totally smeared by ... well, he was big.
"Now I understand about repair." She continued "Here sit, now! Now tell me
how the hell did you do this to yourself. I can tell that it was probably
lovely before, but how come you were so careless." It was then that she
noticed the cameo on my collar. "Oh, I see, you've been busy. Anyone I know?"
I ignored the question and after a bit she stopped mid-stroke, picked up a
hair brush from the desk and swatted me directly on my balls with the
bristles. Through my own gasp I heard her repeat "I asked a question, anyone
I know? Does he work here at the hotel?"
"Yes ma'am" was my shaky reply. Her look told me she wanted more, and she
still hadn't put the brush down. "He works in room service. I was set up, I
didn't have a chance."
"Oh, I bet I know who. Horny Jose, eh. Him and his stories what he sees
upstairs, looks like he finally got lucky. You little slut, I hope he fucked
you good. I've been trying to get him for months. Now lets fix up these
cock sucker's lips."
With that she did a job on my makeup that can only be described as total
whore. When she'd finished my full lips were painted in the biggest, reddest,
brightest, put it in here, pout that would get any hooker double her normal
fee. "Now this costume" she added.
She turned and from behind the door pulled the maid outfit that started the
whole thing. I couldn't help but sigh. It was just such a incredibly sexy
number and, well almost worth it. Monique interrupted my thoughts with "Now
strip!"
Still in a dreamy state I took off my top and exposed my oversized falsies.
Smiling she helped me remove the bra but the leather webbing held my boobs in
place. Monique was intrigued by the elastics in the back of the webbing and
asked about them. I explained that they prevented me from reaching my belt
line. Standing behind me she chuckled as she reached around and undid the snap
of my cutoffs and peeled them down. She then walked around front and stood
admiring the pouch of my leather thongs. I know she could see the separated
orbs of my bound balls. As I blushed she surprised me by saying "That thing
will ruin the look of the sheer panties, we'll have to take it off"
"I can't ma'am" Motioning the to straps on my back.
"Oh I see, how ingenious. I've got to meet the one who did this" With that
the grabbed my thong and pulled it off. My totally bound cock popped out and
my balls finally got some relief. "Oh my, I like that, bet it's just a bit
uncomfortable." She enjoyed stroking me a bit and the obvious discomfort the
swelling of my already tender cock got from further straining the tight lace
cage. "And the key is for ... looking at my wrists she smiles " And you can't
reach it, oh poor dear" Her touches continued to excite me and she enjoyed
tormenting me for a few moments.
"We've got to hurry, your limo driver called a while ago and he'll be here
shortly to collect you. Seems you are to be a working maid tonight, he he. I
do wish I could see that. I have a feeling that you're going to be getting
and or giving some heavy action." That last statement was directed at my cock
not me. That's when I finally realized that she'd known all along. At least
for quite a while. She was just enjoying herself and all at my expense.
Giving a snicker for my benefit Monique turned and pulled the maid outfit
from behind the door. I'd almost forgot how sexy and revealing it was. My
sigh of desire turned to a little squeal as my cock grew inside the confines
of the leather lace cage and pinched me back to reality. Kneeling before me
she held the panties as I stepped into the leg holes. She commented on the
phallic heels noting how appropriate they were for the outfit. As she pulled
the panties up and over my raging hard-on the narrow T-back slipped into the
crack of my ass. The smooth material felt good against my skin and again my
member swelled against the pressure of its lace cage. The see though material
almost seemed to enhance the look of the black leather making it even more
obvious.
Next Monique held the body of the outfit up and helped me slip it over my
head. Being careful not to mess my hair or makeup the pulled the various
parts to line up with my enhanced body as best she could. My breasts filled
most of the large hole in front and the white lace fringe around the opening
again amplified the black leather network that held them in bondage. The
bottom of the dress was much too short and barely covered my bound cock and
balls. I know my near naked ass cheeks with their network of tight black
leather lacing and thin strip of white lace from the panties was fully visible
from behind. The wide black strip at the top of the back seamed thigh highs
almost seemed to be a part of the leather lacing as a sort of thigh cuffs
adding to my apparent bondage.
Standing behind me as she watched me in the mirror we both were facing she
started to buckle the straps on the back of the bodice. She then had me take
a deep breath and push it all out in a massive exhale. As I did so she
pulled the buckles a couple more links and now the outfit was extra tight,
almost like a corset. That had the added effect of pushing my already large
boobs up and out forcing them against the constriction of the leather lacing
and the frame of the hole in the front of the outfit. The result was
incredible! They looked huge, and the pressure tugged at the internal forms
that were cemented to my nipples. I barely noticed the new pain center as I
marveled at the hussy in the mirror. Nothing but pure slut. The outfit,
makeup, shoes and accessories all combined to make a perfect picture of a
leather bound, sissy, boy toy, sex slave.
Before I could say a word Monique slapped my exposed butt and sent me out of
the room. As I strutted into the front room I was met with gasps, squeals,
and applause. Monique even took a bow as the staff and a few patrons flocked
around me to stare. More than one hand caressed or slapped my butt and I even
felt a long finger nail scratch across my balls and cock. What could I do? I
couldn't even reach down to cover or protect myself, Nancy's magic with the
lacing ensured that. Unfortunately, the groups around me didn't know that so
they assumed I wanted more. I had to squeal when a long finger nail pushed the
panty back aside and tickled my putt hole. Thankfully, just then the Limo
driver appeared at the door and interrupted the feeling session.
"I should have known" he quipped, and continued "Cum-on slut you've got work
to do. Wait a second, let have some fun." Turning to Monique he asked "Would
you happen to know the name of the young lady working curb side today?"
"It could have been one of many" and questioned "Can yo give me a hint".
The driver thought for a moment and added "She was fairly young, very cute,
and had big ..." he held his hand over his chest to indicate large breasts.
Monique smiled knowingly and replied "That could only be Lori. She's a local
college girl, real cute but maybe a bit simple. Not real worldly if you know
what I mean."
The drive grinned "Perfect, call her and have her wait by the service
elevator outside. Tell her a special client requires some assistance" I knew
this meant trouble, Monique and the driver were smiling far too much to be
healthy for me. As Monique went to the phone the driver turned to me and said
"Walk down the hall to the service elevator and take it down to the ground
floor. I'll come around in the car. Don't speak until I get there, and then
ask her to help you with the belts. I'm sure she'll remember from your
arrival." With a snicker he added "Be sure to tell her this is for her
trouble" With that he dug a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and pulled down
my panties. He folded the bill and with a little trouble slipped in behind
the leather straps down my cock and between my balls. It was very
uncomfortable but he didn't care. "She'll have to work at it to get it, but
those college girls will do anything for a ten spot. Now get going and watch
your ass, everyone else will be"
I t was a weird feeling as I walked down the long hall to the elevator. The
high heels kept me from going too fast and even at a quick walk my boobs were
jumping and swaying threatening to burst out of my top with every step. I
was scared stiff, literally, knowing that if the wrong people saw me I'd be
thrown out at the very least, and maybe even arrested for indecent exposure.
Every so often I'd catch my reflection in a window or glass doorway. What a
show! And there was the quandary, for here I was indecently exposed, walking
down the hall and getting more excited with every step and jiggle. I was
dressed to kill, or more realistically, get laid, made up to shame, and openly
in bondage. What more could a guy, I mean girl, er, oh well, you know mean,
want. I made it to the end of the hall without being caught (damn). I took the
service elevator down to the ground floor not really knowing what I was to do
there.
On the way down I noticed the elevator had two doors, one of which was
labeled outside. Guessing this to be my best escape I went that way and was
found a large roll-up delivery entrance and a small door beside. As I
approached the door it opened from the outside and a feminine voice called in
"Come this way, we'll wait here. Your driver is on the way." As I stepped
through the door I immediately recognized the young lady who had helped me
out of the limo a few hours ago. As I was looking around to see if we had
company she was looking me over. "Wholly shit!" she exclaimed. "What are you
supposed to be. I mean I know what, but who, I mean ... wholly shit" She was
obviously very flustered and while she stammered I just stood quite as
ordered. After the driver's comments upstairs I couldn't help but take a good
look at her boobs. They were only partly obscured by here uniform jacket, but
even so I could see then they were rather large. As I watched the nipples
got quite hard, she was getting excited.
As we stood there checking each other out I heard here whisper to herself "I
never would have believed it, here of all places. What a dream, perfect
outfit, I want those shoes!" There were other things I lost in the street
noises but I could tell she was admiring my outfit. This was not what I
expected. Monique and the others upstairs obviously had this girl pegged
wrong. She was no country bumpkin. This girl was quite a bit more hip then
they were giving her credit for. Just then I noticed the limo approaching and,
as instructed my first and only words to the girl were "Would you please help
me with the seat belts." She flashed a big grin as she caught the
significance of the plurality of the word belts.
When the limo stopped she opened the door for me and I bent over and moved to
the middle of the back seat. I heard her giggle as she got a good look and my
bare leather bound ass cheeks. I could even feel the lacing doing its job of
spreading the cheeks apart as I had to lift my high heel and take a big step up
into the vehicle. I can only guess just how much of me she saw, but that
didn't matter as I knew what was about to happen.
She must have figured it would be easier to "help" me if she got in the
vehicle too. As I sat in the middle of the back seat she knelt on the floor
immediately in front of me. Reaching over she pulled a belt from the side of
the seat and very gently with a soft caress held my right shoe and pulled it to
meet the belt. Looking directly into my eyes she whispered " You lucky son of
a bitch, do you have any idea how much I'd give to be in your shoes ...."
Again she caresses the shoe tracing her finger down the heel to the chromed
cock head at the end and added "literally". Then she took my right hand and
pulling it to the side. She reached into her jacket pocket and removed a wire
tie strip the valets use to tag suitcases. She ran the tie through the lock
on the leather cuff at my sleeve and twisted it around the knob on the back of
the seatbelt that prevents it from being pulled too far out of the seat
pocket. This done, I realized than unlike my trip here, I would not be able
to release myself when I arrived where-ever. Also, because of the way the
seatbelt was harnessed, if I pulled down on my arms it caused my leg to be
pulled out further. When I lowered my leg it pulled my arm out and back
more. That was not very comfortable, even with one leg spread out.
As she reached for the left heel again she looked into my eyes and whispered
"I'm so envious I could just .." This time she was not so gentle as she puled
my heel to reach waiting seatbelt. As my legs were spread apart the leather
web around my balls did its job and my eyes must have bulged as I squealed.
That directed her attention to my crotch and the treasure lurking there.
Without missing a beat she watched as my balls were pulled apart as she
continued to pull the heel to the side. Giggling loudly she pulled my left
hand up and attached it the seatbelt. Only then did she sit back to admire the
view.
The driver had been watching all the action and called back. "The tip's for
you, and the money too" I saw her lick her lips as she stared directly at my
bound cock and replied "that's the kind of tip I like" With that she pulled
the front of my lacy panties down and none too carefully worked to remove the
ten dollar bill. That just caused my cock to get harder and I even feel the
pre-cum oozing out of the end. The head itself was so hard and shiny it
looked like glass. When she got the bill free she pocketed it and smiling up
at me stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. If
it was not for the leather pulling at my balls and wrapped around the base of
my cock I would have lost it right then. The best I could close my eyes and
moan as she continued to lick the head and gently nibble with her teeth.
Reflexes caused me to pull down on my arms which puled my legs farther apart,
stretching my balls further as she continued to lick, suck and chew on the
head of my cock. Finally it was too much, I felt it in my toes, through my gut
building to a huge crescendo my balls started to pucker and .... she quit.
The little cock sucking bitch just stopped and sat back to watch me come
crashing to the ground. My whole body was quivering as she smiled sweetly
and said "Be sure to call me. We can do lunch, discuss fashion, have a few
laughs" I couldn't believe it! I replied " Oh please, don't leave me like
this." I could feel my balls still puckered, my cock quivering just short of
release. "Please, please, you wouldn't dare!" With a wink she replied "I
guess you'll just have to punish me next time we meet" With that she turned
and got out of the vehicle and closed the door. She even had the nerve to
blow me a kiss through the window as we drove away.
The driver was howling. He was barely able to speak as he said "Now that was
worth ten bucks! I almost feel sorry for you slut. Now sit back and try to
relax ha ha.. Oh and enjoy the view " he said as he lowered the back windows
exposing me to the outside world. Again the journey was punctuated with
laughter, insults, and gasps of shock as pedestrians and motorists caught
glimpses of me in the massing limo. All I could do was try to calm my aching
cock and wonder where we were going
It had been quite a day and I had a pretty strong suspicion it wasn't over
yet. I barely knew Rose, but I knew enough to guess that really enjoyed the
game, and I was the game. As was lying there thinking about this when the
phone rang.
"Hello" I answered.
A female voice replied "Hello, sir this is Monique from the salon downstairs.
This is a reminder that your wife has appointment at 3:00".
"My wife, that's not possible" I answered.
"Oh but yes, it is written here; Room 1245, 3:00 for a make-up repair and
fitting for a costume. Actually, that's why I called. As the manager of the
salon I'm sure you'll understand my concern. I've looked at the outfit, and
well, it's much too, well how can I say, exposing for public. This is sort of
costume is meant more for home activities, if you know what I mean. I'm sure
she can't be expected your wife to wear this in public. Especially since she
would have to walk through the hotel lobby ...."
"Excuse me, excuse me " I said, but she didn't hear and just kept blabbing
"and what a funny appointment. What is meant by makeup repair? Repair,
repair what, I just don't understand. And then there's the matter of the
deposit made for the appointment. The amount is far more than usual. I
realize we are very exclusive and pride ourselves in giving that little
something extra to make a woman fell special, but this is almost excessive.
We'll just refund the difference when your wife is finished."
When she finally stopped talking I told her "But you don't understand. I
don't think the appointment was made for my wife ... it was meant for ....
me".
I heard a gasp and could sense the shock over the phone. This woman was not
in on it. She was just a regular working person being used to humiliate me,
and she had my outfit. The maid outfit that had started this all was with
someone who had no idea what was going on. Maybe I could just talk her out of
it and all would be done.
I hesitated only a little and then tried "Ma'am, I'm very sorry for the
inconvenience, how about I just pick up the costume and we'll consider the
matter closed. No need to embarrass either one of any more than we already
are. This is just a practical joke that has gone too far. I'm sure you
understand."
After a moment she replied "Joke, huh. So that's why so much money. You
realize this is a very exclusive salon and we get many special customers here.
We don't have time for these games. This is a busy time as some REAL ladies
prepare for a special evening out. But, ......then again, this is a lot of
money, and I could do you myself and pocket it all. I've never done anything
like this before, but ......... what the hell, get your sissy ass down here
NOW and bring a robe so you leave here with some decency."
Shit, Rose had done it again, and this time with a non-player. This was to
be the ultimate in humiliation. She had set me up to expose myself publically
to someone whose not "in on it". Damn her! I walked to the hall closet to
get a bath rode, the full robes you usually find in expensive hotel rooms. All
I found was several empty hangers and a note that said "NO FAIR, GO AS YOU
ARE" Oh double shit! If that Monique girl thought the maid outfit was bad
sitting on a hanger I knew she would not be ready for what I was wearing.
The lobby was bad enough. There the obvious reaction was to a sleazy hooker
on her way out after doing a John in his room. The reaction when I walked
into the salon went way beyond that. All talking ended, every one just
stared and you could hear a pin drop as I squeaked "Monique is expecting me".
Monique had the best reaction of all. She damn near lost it. She was
obviously upset that such trash had entered her salon and she made sure
everyone there knew of her contempt. She led me out back as if to leave by a
back door, but then slipped me into a private room at the back of the shop.
"My god man have you no decency at all? How can you allow yourself to be
seen in public like that? I mean I can understand the shoes, and it goes
without saying that the jewelry is appropriate, but your lipstick, how could
you be seen looking like that." she whispered to me
Now it was my turn to be taken aback. Here I was, a man showing all parts of
me male, dressed as a total slut and she was worried about my lipstick! I
looked in the mirror and see what she meant. The beautiful makeup job that
Janet had done that morning had been totally smeared by ... well, he was big.
"Now I understand about repair." She continued "Here sit, now! Now tell me
how the hell did you do this to yourself. I can tell that it was probably
lovely before, but how come you were so careless." It was then that she
noticed the cameo on my collar. "Oh, I see, you've been busy. Anyone I know?"
I ignored the question and after a bit she stopped mid-stroke, picked up a
hair brush from the desk and swatted me directly on my balls with the
bristles. Through my own gasp I heard her repeat "I asked a question, anyone
I know? Does he work here at the hotel?"
"Yes ma'am" was my shaky reply. Her look told me she wanted more, and she
still hadn't put the brush down. "He works in room service. I was set up, I
didn't have a chance."
"Oh, I bet I know who. Horny Jose, eh. Him and his stories what he sees
upstairs, looks like he finally got lucky. You little slut, I hope he fucked
you good. I've been trying to get him for months. Now lets fix up these
cock sucker's lips."
With that she did a job on my makeup that can only be described as total
whore. When she'd finished my full lips were painted in the biggest, reddest,
brightest, put it in here, pout that would get any hooker double her normal
fee. "Now this costume" she added.
She turned and from behind the door pulled the maid outfit that started the
whole thing. I couldn't help but sigh. It was just such a incredibly sexy
number and, well almost worth it. Monique interrupted my thoughts with "Now
strip!"
Still in a dreamy state I took off my top and exposed my oversized falsies.
Smiling she helped me remove the bra but the leather webbing held my boobs in
place. Monique was intrigued by the elastics in the back of the webbing and
asked about them. I explained that they prevented me from reaching my belt
line. Standing behind me she chuckled as she reached around and undid the snap
of my cutoffs and peeled them down. She then walked around front and stood
admiring the pouch of my leather thongs. I know she could see the separated
orbs of my bound balls. As I blushed she surprised me by saying "That thing
will ruin the look of the sheer panties, we'll have to take it off"
"I can't ma'am" Motioning the to straps on my back.
"Oh I see, how ingenious. I've got to meet the one who did this" With that
the grabbed my thong and pulled it off. My totally bound cock popped out and
my balls finally got some relief. "Oh my, I like that, bet it's just a bit
uncomfortable." She enjoyed stroking me a bit and the obvious discomfort the
swelling of my already tender cock got from further straining the tight lace
cage. "And the key is for ... looking at my wrists she smiles " And you can't
reach it, oh poor dear" Her touches continued to excite me and she enjoyed
tormenting me for a few moments.
"We've got to hurry, your limo driver called a while ago and he'll be here
shortly to collect you. Seems you are to be a working maid tonight, he he. I
do wish I could see that. I have a feeling that you're going to be getting
and or giving some heavy action." That last statement was directed at my cock
not me. That's when I finally realized that she'd known all along. At least
for quite a while. She was just enjoying herself and all at my expense.
Giving a snicker for my benefit Monique turned and pulled the maid outfit
from behind the door. I'd almost forgot how sexy and revealing it was. My
sigh of desire turned to a little squeal as my cock grew inside the confines
of the leather lace cage and pinched me back to reality. Kneeling before me
she held the panties as I stepped into the leg holes. She commented on the
phallic heels noting how appropriate they were for the outfit. As she pulled
the panties up and over my raging hard-on the narrow T-back slipped into the
crack of my ass. The smooth material felt good against my skin and again my
member swelled against the pressure of its lace cage. The see though material
almost seemed to enhance the look of the black leather making it even more
obvious.
Next Monique held the body of the outfit up and helped me slip it over my
head. Being careful not to mess my hair or makeup the pulled the various
parts to line up with my enhanced body as best she could. My breasts filled
most of the large hole in front and the white lace fringe around the opening
again amplified the black leather network that held them in bondage. The
bottom of the dress was much too short and barely covered my bound cock and
balls. I know my near naked ass cheeks with their network of tight black
leather lacing and thin strip of white lace from the panties was fully visible
from behind. The wide black strip at the top of the back seamed thigh highs
almost seemed to be a part of the leather lacing as a sort of thigh cuffs
adding to my apparent bondage.
Standing behind me as she watched me in the mirror we both were facing she
started to buckle the straps on the back of the bodice. She then had me take
a deep breath and push it all out in a massive exhale. As I did so she
pulled the buckles a couple more links and now the outfit was extra tight,
almost like a corset. That had the added effect of pushing my already large
boobs up and out forcing them against the constriction of the leather lacing
and the frame of the hole in the front of the outfit. The result was
incredible! They looked huge, and the pressure tugged at the internal forms
that were cemented to my nipples. I barely noticed the new pain center as I
marveled at the hussy in the mirror. Nothing but pure slut. The outfit,
makeup, shoes and accessories all combined to make a perfect picture of a
leather bound, sissy, boy toy, sex slave.
Before I could say a word Monique slapped my exposed butt and sent me out of
the room. As I strutted into the front room I was met with gasps, squeals,
and applause. Monique even took a bow as the staff and a few patrons flocked
around me to stare. More than one hand caressed or slapped my butt and I even
felt a long finger nail scratch across my balls and cock. What could I do? I
couldn't even reach down to cover or protect myself, Nancy's magic with the
lacing ensured that. Unfortunately, the groups around me didn't know that so
they assumed I wanted more. I had to squeal when a long finger nail pushed the
panty back aside and tickled my putt hole. Thankfully, just then the Limo
driver appeared at the door and interrupted the feeling session.
"I should have known" he quipped, and continued "Cum-on slut you've got work
to do. Wait a second, let have some fun." Turning to Monique he asked "Would
you happen to know the name of the young lady working curb side today?"
"It could have been one of many" and questioned "Can yo give me a hint".
The driver thought for a moment and added "She was fairly young, very cute,
and had big ..." he held his hand over his chest to indicate large breasts.
Monique smiled knowingly and replied "That could only be Lori. She's a local
college girl, real cute but maybe a bit simple. Not real worldly if you know
what I mean."
The drive grinned "Perfect, call her and have her wait by the service
elevator outside. Tell her a special client requires some assistance" I knew
this meant trouble, Monique and the driver were smiling far too much to be
healthy for me. As Monique went to the phone the driver turned to me and said
"Walk down the hall to the service elevator and take it down to the ground
floor. I'll come around in the car. Don't speak until I get there, and then
ask her to help you with the belts. I'm sure she'll remember from your
arrival." With a snicker he added "Be sure to tell her this is for her
trouble" With that he dug a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and pulled down
my panties. He folded the bill and with a little trouble slipped in behind
the leather straps down my cock and between my balls. It was very
uncomfortable but he didn't care. "She'll have to work at it to get it, but
those college girls will do anything for a ten spot. Now get going and watch
your ass, everyone else will be"
I t was a weird feeling as I walked down the long hall to the elevator. The
high heels kept me from going too fast and even at a quick walk my boobs were
jumping and swaying threatening to burst out of my top with every step. I
was scared stiff, literally, knowing that if the wrong people saw me I'd be
thrown out at the very least, and maybe even arrested for indecent exposure.
Every so often I'd catch my reflection in a window or glass doorway. What a
show! And there was the quandary, for here I was indecently exposed, walking
down the hall and getting more excited with every step and jiggle. I was
dressed to kill, or more realistically, get laid, made up to shame, and openly
in bondage. What more could a guy, I mean girl, er, oh well, you know mean,
want. I made it to the end of the hall without being caught (damn). I took the
service elevator down to the ground floor not really knowing what I was to do
there.
On the way down I noticed the elevator had two doors, one of which was
labeled outside. Guessing this to be my best escape I went that way and was
found a large roll-up delivery entrance and a small door beside. As I
approached the door it opened from the outside and a feminine voice called in
"Come this way, we'll wait here. Your driver is on the way." As I stepped
through the door I immediately recognized the young lady who had helped me
out of the limo a few hours ago. As I was looking around to see if we had
company she was looking me over. "Wholly shit!" she exclaimed. "What are you
supposed to be. I mean I know what, but who, I mean ... wholly shit" She was
obviously very flustered and while she stammered I just stood quite as
ordered. After the driver's comments upstairs I couldn't help but take a good
look at her boobs. They were only partly obscured by here uniform jacket, but
even so I could see then they were rather large. As I watched the nipples
got quite hard, she was getting excited.
As we stood there checking each other out I heard here whisper to herself "I
never would have believed it, here of all places. What a dream, perfect
outfit, I want those shoes!" There were other things I lost in the street
noises but I could tell she was admiring my outfit. This was not what I
expected. Monique and the others upstairs obviously had this girl pegged
wrong. She was no country bumpkin. This girl was quite a bit more hip then
they were giving her credit for. Just then I noticed the limo approaching and,
as instructed my first and only words to the girl were "Would you please help
me with the seat belts." She flashed a big grin as she caught the
significance of the plurality of the word belts.
When the limo stopped she opened the door for me and I bent over and moved to
the middle of the back seat. I heard her giggle as she got a good look and my
bare leather bound ass cheeks. I could even feel the lacing doing its job of
spreading the cheeks apart as I had to lift my high heel and take a big step up
into the vehicle. I can only guess just how much of me she saw, but that
didn't matter as I knew what was about to happen.
She must have figured it would be easier to "help" me if she got in the
vehicle too. As I sat in the middle of the back seat she knelt on the floor
immediately in front of me. Reaching over she pulled a belt from the side of
the seat and very gently with a soft caress held my right shoe and pulled it to
meet the belt. Looking directly into my eyes she whispered " You lucky son of
a bitch, do you have any idea how much I'd give to be in your shoes ...."
Again she caresses the shoe tracing her finger down the heel to the chromed
cock head at the end and added "literally". Then she took my right hand and
pulling it to the side. She reached into her jacket pocket and removed a wire
tie strip the valets use to tag suitcases. She ran the tie through the lock
on the leather cuff at my sleeve and twisted it around the knob on the back of
the seatbelt that prevents it from being pulled too far out of the seat
pocket. This done, I realized than unlike my trip here, I would not be able
to release myself when I arrived where-ever. Also, because of the way the
seatbelt was harnessed, if I pulled down on my arms it caused my leg to be
pulled out further. When I lowered my leg it pulled my arm out and back
more. That was not very comfortable, even with one leg spread out.
As she reached for the left heel again she looked into my eyes and whispered
"I'm so envious I could just .." This time she was not so gentle as she puled
my heel to reach waiting seatbelt. As my legs were spread apart the leather
web around my balls did its job and my eyes must have bulged as I squealed.
That directed her attention to my crotch and the treasure lurking there.
Without missing a beat she watched as my balls were pulled apart as she
continued to pull the heel to the side. Giggling loudly she pulled my left
hand up and attached it the seatbelt. Only then did she sit back to admire the
view.
The driver had been watching all the action and called back. "The tip's for
you, and the money too" I saw her lick her lips as she stared directly at my
bound cock and replied "that's the kind of tip I like" With that she pulled
the front of my lacy panties down and none too carefully worked to remove the
ten dollar bill. That just caused my cock to get harder and I even feel the
pre-cum oozing out of the end. The head itself was so hard and shiny it
looked like glass. When she got the bill free she pocketed it and smiling up
at me stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. If
it was not for the leather pulling at my balls and wrapped around the base of
my cock I would have lost it right then. The best I could close my eyes and
moan as she continued to lick the head and gently nibble with her teeth.
Reflexes caused me to pull down on my arms which puled my legs farther apart,
stretching my balls further as she continued to lick, suck and chew on the
head of my cock. Finally it was too much, I felt it in my toes, through my gut
building to a huge crescendo my balls started to pucker and .... she quit.
The little cock sucking bitch just stopped and sat back to watch me come
crashing to the ground. My whole body was quivering as she smiled sweetly
and said "Be sure to call me. We can do lunch, discuss fashion, have a few
laughs" I couldn't believe it! I replied " Oh please, don't leave me like
this." I could feel my balls still puckered, my cock quivering just short of
release. "Please, please, you wouldn't dare!" With a wink she replied "I
guess you'll just have to punish me next time we meet" With that she turned
and got out of the vehicle and closed the door. She even had the nerve to
blow me a kiss through the window as we drove away.
The driver was howling. He was barely able to speak as he said "Now that was
worth ten bucks! I almost feel sorry for you slut. Now sit back and try to
relax ha ha.. Oh and enjoy the view " he said as he lowered the back windows
exposing me to the outside world. Again the journey was punctuated with
laughter, insults, and gasps of shock as pedestrians and motorists caught
glimpses of me in the massing limo. All I could do was try to calm my aching
cock and wonder where we were going
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