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CAUGHT IN THE NET
by Anyport
Trevor shifted in his seat impatiently. For the tenth time in the last few
minutes, he checked his watch. Three minutes to seven, she said she'd be
here at seven, maybe she'd changed her mind. As he walked over to the
mirror to check his appearance yet again, he found himself half-hoping she
wouldn't show. After all, what exactly did he know about Angela Harris?
He'd been talking to her ? well typing to her actually ? on the internet for the
past four weeks, and in that time he'd learned almost nothing about her.
She, on the other hand, knew everything about Trevor, even down to his
shoe size. She knew about the software business he'd recently sold, she
knew he was single and had only ever been out with two girls. He'd told her
the reason was that he didn't feel confident around women, but the truth was
far more serious than that. When he was 12, his family had held a party.
Trevor was very interested in his cousin Jean. She was a year older than he
was, and already developing a reasonable bust, which Trevor couldn't keep
his eyes off. Anyway, while he was trying, in his own fumbling way, to chat
Jean up, one of his aunts walked by. She nodded to Jean, then looked
carefully at Trevor. "And who's this pretty young lady?" She asked Jean.
Unfortunately for Trevor, the aunt was deaf and shouted, so everyone in the
room heard her. Jean laughed and said, "He is pretty isn't she?" That brought
wolf whistles and all manner of remarks from the rest of the people in the
room. Trevor ran out, and from then on, he was never able to speak to girls
without stuttering and blushing wildly.
He hadn't told Angela about this episode because he was sure she'd laugh at
him like the others had. But he had told her almost everything else. She knew
he lived alone and even where he lived. And worst of all, he'd mentioned that
he once had a fantasy about being tied up. It was nothing too serious, only
light bondage, but she seemed very interested in this, and went on to tell him
she'd had several failed attempts at bondage with her ex husband. That was
about the only thing she'd told him about herself. He checked his watch
again; it was one minute past seven. Mixed feelings of relief and
disappointment came into his mind as he decided Angela had changed her
mind about coming.
Then the doorbell rang, and his feelings changed to ones of excitement and
trepidation. What if she didn't like him, no, she'd seen a photograph of him
so she knew what to expect. Even in that Trevor was at a disadvantage, he's
sent full-length images of himself to her. She, on the other hand, had sent
him a small head and shoulders shot, which he suspected she'd scanned from
her passport. As he walked down the hall, he considered pretending not to be
home, but he quickly rejected the idea as he turned the handle and opened the
front door. Gasping in disbelief, he stared at the person who faced him
across the threshold. This was no plain woman with mousy blonde hair. Nor
was she overweight, as he'd suspected she might be. She was, what the
fashion magazines called, full bodied which to Trevor's eyes meant she filled
every last scrap of the low cut black dress she wore. Her hair was no longer
blonde, it was a deep rich auburn, leaving Trevor to wonder if he'd ever
mentioned to her that auburn was his favourite colour. But no, why would a
woman like this change her hair colour just for him?
She smiled at him and asked, "Well, aren't you going to ask me in?' Before
he could reply she was kissing him on the cheek and gently pushing past
him. Trevor was surprised at how tall she was. Even without the four inch
heels she was wearing, she was probably a couple of inches taller than his
five six. Closing the door, he followed her into the lounge room. He still
hadn't spoken to her and was about to ask her if he could get her a drink,
when she turned to face him. Once more Trevor was speechless, instead of
the plain face he'd seen on the photo the one that looked up at him was
beautiful. From her thick dark lashes, to her green tinted eyelids, and on
down to her luscious deep red lips. This was the face of an angel, her make
up was very thick, but in Trevor's eyes, that was a plus. Once again, he
wondered if he'd ever mentioned to her that he thought heavy make up was
sexy.
"Can I get you a glass of wine?" He managed to croak. "Yes please, red if
you have it." Even her voice was sexy and the fact that she was a few years
older than his thirty-two years old made absolutely no difference to Trevor.
She was still one of the most stunning women he'd ever met. He returned
from the kitchen with the drink and handed it to her. His hand trembled as he
noticed the long nails on her perfectly manicured fingers were coloured the
same as her lips. That was three of his four favourite things, all that was left
were stockings, and he doubted he'd ever know if she were wearing those.
He sat down in the chair opposite her and quickly placed his glass on the
coffee table before his trembling hand caused him to spill the wine. They
chatted for a while as they sipped their wines. Though Angela did almost all
the talking, Trevor was content simply to nod and listen to that lovely voice.
Reaching over, she placed her glass on the table and at that moment she
moved her position slightly and Trevor was positive he caught a glimpse of
stocking top. From then on, he found it impossible to take his eyes off her
very shapely, long legs. He had to know if she was wearing stockings or
not.
A few moments later he heard, "Trevor, Trevor can you hear me?" "Huh,
sorry, yes of course I can." She laughed delightfully, "My face is up here
Trevor." He quickly snapped his eyes away from her legs. "I'm sorry," He
began. Angela silenced him as she interrupted with, "No need, it's quite a
compliment to have a good looking young man stare at my legs. It's the
stockings isn't it?" So saying, she crossed her legs and raised her skirt to
expose black stocking top and about an inch of bare thigh.
Trevor could only stare, his mouth open and a low moaning coming from his
throat. "My ex husband always preferred me in stockings. As a matter of
fact, he bought this suspender belt for me." She plucked at one of the straps
to draw his attention to it. Not that there was any need she already had his full
undivided attention. She laughed, "Did I tell you about my failed efforts to tie
him up?" Trevor swallowed hard and nodded. "Well that was the first time I
wore this suspender. He stripped his clothes off and I sat there in my
underwear, watching him. Then he handed me some rope and put his hands
behind his back for me to tie. The idea being, I was to order him to kneel at
my feet and, well I won't bore you with the details," 'Oh God, bore me
please!' Trevor thought, but said nothing as she continued.
"I did my best, but, as he leaned over to kiss my foot, the rope fell off. Jim,
that's my husband, was furious; he grabbed his clothes, pulled them on
quickly and stormed out of the house. We tried twice more but unfortunately,
each time the results were the same. Any way, to cut a long story short, I
found out that, when he was storming out of my home, it was to go to
another woman. The irony is, I'd been practicing my knots, and I'm fairly
sure I could have tied him up without him escaping next time." Angela
reached down absently and began sliding her hands up her legs to tighten the
stockings. She knew very well that she was tightening Trevor's throat at the
same time. He couldn't believe that anyone, tied or not, could walk away
from those wonderful legs. And if he could speak, he'd tell her so. Angela
continued, "I was so proud of myself as well, maybe I could get him back for
one night, you know, just to show him what he's missing. Either that, or
find a man to tie up, and let him tell Jim what he missed. "
She laughed, "Any volunteers?" Trevor wanted to shout 'YES ME,
PLEASE TAKE ME.' But nothing would come out. Angela looked up, from
her legs, "It's all right, I was only joking, you don't have to look so
worried." Trevor found his voice in a rush and blurted, "I'm not worried, I'd
be delighted to have you tie me up." That wasn't what he meant to say at all,
and he blushed violently. "I'm sorry, I, that is," "Stop apologising Trevor, I
think you're very sweet but I'm sure you don't mean it, anyway, I haven't
brought any rope." Without a word, Trevor left the room, returning almost
immediately with his dressing gown cord. He'd cut the ends off making it
made a perfect soft rope. With a curious half smile, Angela accepted the
offered rope. "Are you sure about this Trevor?" She asked, "Absolutely." He
responded eagerly. "Okay, ermm, well I suppose you'd better take your shirt
off."
Trevor stripped to the waist immediately, before Angela had a chance to
change her mind. "Turn around." She took his wrists behind his back and
wound the rope around them, then slipped it between his wrists to form rope
handcuffs. Pulling the rope tight and knotting it, she said, "There." Trevor
tested the bonds, not only had Angela been very quick, but she'd been very
efficient as well. No matter what he did, he knew there would be no escape
from this rope until Angela released him. He turned round to face her and she
smiled at the expression on his face. "I told you I'd been practicing. Now,
let's get the rest of those clothes off."
Moments later, a stunned Trevor stood in the middle of his lounge room,
naked, with his hands tied securely behind his back. He began to wonder if
he'd made a mistake, but one look at Angela told him that, no matter what
was in store for him, it would be worth it as long as it was with her. As she
walked round him examining her prisoner, she noticed, well she could hardly
miss it, his rampant cock. With snake like speed she slapped it hard on one
side, then the other. "You will never allow that to be hard again without my
permission, understood." It was all he could do to stop himself from
screaming in shock and pain, but controlling himself, he nodded as his
manhood shrunk.
Angela moved close to Trevor. She slid her hands up his chest until she
gripped his nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. As she rolled his
nipples between her fingers, she moved closer and kissed him gently on the
lips. Then, without warning, she squeezed both nipples and dug her
thumbnails into them. Trevor yelped involuntarily. "Do you know why I did
that?" Angela breathed. Trevor shook his head no. "Because I can." She
replied, then repeated the dose. "Does your helplessness make you nervous?"
"A little." He replied honestly. Without any warning, Angela slapped him
hard across the face causing him to gasp in shock. "Do you know why I did
that?" "Because you can?" He offered. She slapped him equally hard with the
other hand. "Because you didn't address me correctly, from now on you'll
call me Mistress, or Mistress Angela got that?" "Yes Mistress." Trevor
replied hastily before she decided to slap him again. Things were moving
astoundingly quickly and he wasn't sure he liked the way they were going,
but one look at Angela made it all worthwhile.
"Good," Angela replied. She moved over to the bag she'd brought in with
her, reached in and produced a digital camera. Focusing on Trevor, she told
him to turn side on so she could get a shot of the rope, taking the photo she
said "Now, show me where you keep your computer. I want to download
something I think may interest you." Trevor led her through to his computer,
then stood back as she logged onto the web. "This is a very impressive
system Trevor, I'm going to enjoy using this." Trevor wasn't sure whether
she meant now, or in the future, and he decided to wait and see, rather than
annoy her with questions.
"Here we go." She exclaimed in triumph. A picture began to appear on the
screen, It was of a man on a bed, his limbs bound to the four corners. He
was facing the camera and had a ball gag in his mouth. "I'm afraid I misled
you slightly Trevor. I did actually get to use my newly acquired knowledge
of knots as you can see by this photograph of my ex husband Jim. Angela
scrolled down the screen. The next shot had her standing beside him and she
appeared to be beating him with something. "I'm quite proud of my ingenuity
here, I'd been out shopping for all sorts of things, some of which you'll see
in the next few shots. But I clean forgot to buy a whip or riding crop.
Anyway, I went out into the garden to see if I could find a cane to use. Then
it struck me; the garden hose would be a cross between a whip and a cane. I
cut a length off and tried it on my hand, believe me it worked, as you can see
in this next photo.
As it appeared, Trevor stared in horror. The man's back was covered from
neck to knees with scores of painful looking, red welts. Angela looked over
her shoulder at Trevor. "I see you like my handiwork, just bear this photo in
mind before you think of crossing me." She returned her attention to the
screen and began scrolling down again. "Now this I'm particularly proud
of." The man was now standing and a vicious looking black leather corset
was squeezing his body in. Trevor stared in disbelief at the size of his waist.
"I see you've noticed my clever design feature. Would you believe, I
designed this corset, how I get the waist so slim is, I pull it in as tight as I can
with the laces at the front. Then I hook up some ingenious catches at the
back.
I got the idea from Jim's toolbox; you know the sort of thing? You flip a
hook over a catch, and when you pull it over it pulls the lid down. Well, after
chatting with the guy who makes these wonderful corsets, he agreed that it
could be done, provided I had Jim's measurements, which of course, I did.
Anyway, the catches at his chest and hips pull in half an inch, and this
increases gradually toward his waist where it pulls him in a full two inches.
Don't you think that's clever?" Grudgingly Trevor had to agree it was.
"You haven't heard the best bit yet. There's a flap at the back, which covers
the catches; it zips closed from top to bottom. I had the maker fit a loop on
the zipper and another at the bottom of the corset. I zipped it down then
locked a padlock onto it." She scrolled on, In this shot, Jim was wearing the
tight corset, a pair of black stockings, high heeled shoes, about four inches
Trevor guessed, a ball gag, a leather collar with a thick chain attached, and
his hands were handcuffed behind him. Angela supplied this last piece of
information, since the cuffs couldn't be seen from the front on shot. Just to
complete his humiliation, Angela had applied thick makeup to his face and
pulled a blonde wig onto his head. "Don't you think he looks good? Mind
you he should, the corset cost an absolute fortune not to mention all the other
things I bought. Jim's in for quite a shock when he gets his credit card bill."
She laughed as she scrolled the next photograph down. It was a shot of the
front of a house; Jim was kneeling on the step with his back to the camera. A
pleasant looking blonde stood over him staring, her mouth open as if she was
speaking.
"This was taken outside his girlfriends place, and how's this for nasty,"
Angela grinned, "I locked the chain to the letterbox with only a little bit of
play. It was hilarious watching her trying to pull the chain off, and then she
tried dragging him inside before the neighbours saw anything. Eventually she
used a crowbar to lever the letterbox off the door. Well, she deserved a little
bit of humiliation after what I went through. I mean, I don't blame her for
what happened with Jim, he can be very charming indeed when he tries. As a
matter of fact she rang me the other day. She apologised for what had
happened and asked if we could have lunch, which we did."
"Anyway, it seems she had no tools to release Jim until she went to the
hardware store next day. But she was able to take off the gag. Sadly for Jim,
he was never able to control his temper and he started abusing her for not
doing something, so she did, she put the gag back and beat his arse with a
hairbrush for abusing her. Now here's the funny part, it seems she enjoyed
beating him so much she decided to keep him prisoner for a few more days
before freeing him. By the time she released him, he was completely docile
and she tells me she actually rents him out to her friends now. It seems some
of them haven't yet learned to control their husbands so they take out their
frustrations on Jim. Poor dear." She added, then burst out laughing. "She
even offered to lend him to me, free of charge of course, but I declined, after
all, I've got you now haven't I Trevor?" She patted his behind and smiled.
Then, without changing her expression, she gave his erect penis two hard
slaps and nodded with satisfaction as it shrunk away. As though nothing
unusual had happened. She continued to speak in a conversational tone.
"Anyway, that's enough of the family snaps, it's time to give you a new
image."
Although his mind was mostly focused on the pain coming from his crotch,
Trevor was still aware enough to be understandably nervous about the 'new
image' remark. If Angela noticed the expression on his face, she showed no
outward sign as she led the way up the stairs where, she assumed correctly,
the bathroom would be. "I take it you had a shower before you dressed for
me?" Trevor nodded. "Good, then this won't take too long. She turned on
the taps and tested the water, satisfied with the temperature she ordered
Trevor under the shower. Once he was wet all over, she turned off the taps
and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Trevor had read enough pornography
on the net to have a reasonable idea what was coming next. Sure enough,
Angela took out a tube and squeezed a good amount of cream onto her hand;
she spread it over his chest, and then added more covering his body from
neck to feet. Pulling off the gloves, she took another photo then said, "I have
to get a few things from the car, wait here like a good boy and I'll be back
soon."
After she left, Trevor felt the telltale tingling he'd read about, if he'd had any
doubts they were now gone, he was sure the cream was a depilatory cream.
He considered his options as he stood there. He could try to get a razor blade
from the cabinet and cut the rope. But then, suppose he succeeded, by then
Angela would probably be back and he was certain she was capable of
overpowering him and the last thing he wanted was to annoy her, he'd seen
what she did to the last man that made her angry. Apart from which, deep
down Trevor had to admit, he was really enjoying himself, and he'd never
had this much attention from anyone, particularly someone as beautiful as
Angela. Anyway, the decision was soon taken away from him as he heard
Angela's footsteps coming up the stairs. "Did you miss me sweetie?" She
walked straight across to the shower and turned on the tap then directed
Trevor under the water. She soon had all the cream, along with what little bit
of bodily hair Trevor had, washed off. Then, without warning she turned off
the hot water.
Trevor yelped in shock and tried to get away from the cold water, but Angela
stopped him from leaving instructing him to turn around and let the water
wash over him. "It will help close your pores." She smiled, "And anyway
I'm enjoying watching you wriggle around." Eventually she let him out of the
shower and towelled him dry. After dusting him with talcum powder she led
him back to the lounge room. Trevor looked across at the suitcase lying open
on the sofa; it was filled with female clothing. Angela retrieved a corset from
inside and turned to Trevor holding it up for him to see. He had to admit it
was a very attractive garment, mostly it was made up of crimson satin and the
edges were finished with black lace. He knew she intended to dress him in it
and decided if he must wear female clothing, it might as well be something as
good as this. Angela passed the corset round his body and joined the hooks at
the back. Before moving around to the front and tying the laces. "Please
Mistress, not so tight." Trevor begged as she pulled him in. "I don't recall
asking for your opinion, but if you think I'm doing something wrong, just
say so. We can always go out into the street and ask the first passer by
whether they agree with you. Well, what do you think?" "It's perfect
Mistress Angela." He lied. "I thought you might say that, but be sure to
speak up if there's a problem in future."
They both knew that would be the last complaint Trevor would have
regarding his clothing. Mainly because she knew and he strongly suspected,
that she wasn't bluffing and would indeed have taken him out into the street.
Trevor wasn't particularly big to start with, in fact he was quite slim, about
28" around the waist, but when Angela had finished, he was nearer 23" and
was having a good deal of trouble breathing. "Now Trevor, I need to untie
your hands, at least for a while. The thing is, you may have decided to
attempt some sort of escape. I must strongly advise against any efforts on
your part, firstly because, as I think you know, I'm stronger than you and
can easily overpower you, particularly when you're wearing that. If you are
foolish enough to try anything, I promise you the pictures you saw of Jim's
back earlier, will be nothing compared to what I'll do to yours. Do I make
myself clear?" Trevor nodded, despite the fact he had no intention of trying to
escape, her threats still made him nervous.
Good," She said as she untied his hands. "Now, I want you to sit down
over there and put this on your toe nails." She handed him a bottle of bright
red nail polish. Trevor accepted the bottle and sat where she directed him. He
knew very well it would be a complete waste of time arguing and, while he
knew exactly where this was all heading and didn't like it one bit, it was
oddly exciting. For now he was actually enjoying not having, in fact not
being allowed, to make any decisions for himself.
Although it was a struggle to bend far enough, eventually he succeeded in
painting his toes with two coats of varnish as instructed. His embarrassment
was increased when Angela took a photograph of him as he concentrated on
his task, but he soon had them finished to her satisfaction. He then gave his
fingernails three coats. He had to remove some a couple of times, but in
general he managed quite well and soon had both hands finished. Angela
inspected his work and nodded her approval.
As she moved away, she once again slapped his erection down. 'Excellent'
she thought, 'Things are going perfectly'. "Come over here Trevor." She
didn't need to turn around to know he'd complied. Turning to face him, she
said, "If you give me your word that you won't do anything tiresome, like
trying to escape, I won't tie your hands again." She smiled at the brief look
of disappointment on his face and stroked his cheek, "Don't worry, you'll be
spending a great deal of time tied up from now on, just not for a while
tonight. Well, do I have your word?" Trevor nodded, "Yes Mistress, you
have my word." "Good, let's get on then shall we?"
Angela slid a pair of nylon stockings up his legs and attached them to the
corset. As she expected, the feeling caused Trevor's cock to leap to attention,
this time however, she only needed to raise her hand in threat, and his
erection began to subside. "I'm glad to see you learn quickly." She smiled.
Black silk panties were next. This time there was only the slightest twitch in
his cock but it remained flaccid. Taking his hand, she led Trevor over to the
dressing table, where she spent quite some time styling his blonde hair.
Because it was quite long, it wasn't hard to give him a more feminine style,
with the aid of hair rollers and setting lotion.
He watched silently in the mirror as she covered his head with the pink
rollers. Then while they did their magic, she began on his makeup. Trevor
stared in wonder as, with the aid of foundation, mascara, eye shadow,
lipstick and lip-gloss. Not to mention several other things he didn't know the
name of, his face was transformed from an average looking man into, what
he could only describe as, a stunning woman. When she brushed and teased
his hair for him, he was left speechless as he gazed into the mirror only to
have a beautiful women stare back at him.
When a short black dress and a pair of black patent shoes with three-inch
heels were added, his transformation was complete. Angela had him walk;
albeit shakily at first, up and down the room as she studied her creation. "I
knew you'd look good, I could tell from your photograph, now, what are we
going to call you? Any ideas?" Trevor shook his head. "How about Tina?"
Angela suggested. Trevor didn't respond he was once again standing in front
of the mirror looking at him self. "Tina it is then." Angela smiled
Trevor, or rather Tina, didn't notice Angela slipping out of the room; she
was gone for several minutes before he noticed. When he did, he followed
her down the stairs, assuming that was what he was expected to do. He
finally found Angela in the study. "What are you doing Mistress?" He asked
politely. He could see one of the photographs she'd taken of him on the
computer screen. "I'm just downloading these shots to my computer, I'm
afraid you're trapped now Tina my dear."
Tina felt a moment of panic as he realised he was at Angela's mercy. But
then it immediately struck him that he'd never felt anywhere near the
emotions he was feeling, both for Angela and himself. If asked, he would
have said he hated being dressed as he was, but the truth was, he was really
enjoying it, and was looking forward to whatever Angela had in mind for him
next.
As she finished the last download, Angela turned to face him. "Now Tina."
She began, "I'd better tell you what I intend to do with you. As you've no
doubt gathered, I'm going to move in here with you. The first thing that's
going to happen is, you are going to throw out all but, let's say, two outfits
of your male clothing. Unless you have to go somewhere that requires you to
dress as a man, you will, from now on, dress only as a woman. Tomorrow
we'll go shopping and buy you some new outfits, plus of course, a couple of
maids uniforms." She smiled at the slight look of surprise on his face and
continued. "Oh yes, didn't I mention it? You're going to be the maid from
now on."
"Over the next few weeks you'll learn to cook and sew, I assume you can't
do either at present?" She looked at him questioningly and he shook his head
no. "I thought not. Naturally you'll be doing all the cleaning, who does it at
the moment?" "Mistress, a cleaning lady comes in three times a week."
"Good, I hope you've been a good employer because, from now on she'll be
your boss. Her job will be to supervise your work, and she'll be permitted to
punish you in any way she deems necessary, so, as I said, I hope you've
been a good employer.
Tina stood quietly as he considered this latest information. He hoped Angela
hadn't misunderstood him when he'd said he had a cleaning lady. Actually
Jane was about his age and quite attractive, he was aware that for some time
she'd been dressing, well inappropriately, for the work she did. Short skirts
and tight sweaters were the norm, he knew she had her sights set on him, but
so far he'd managed to avoid her advances. He had no idea how she'd take
this latest turn of events but he doubted it would be pleasant for him.
"Do you hear me?" Angela demanded. "Sorry mistress?" "I said first thing
Monday morning, we'll go to the bank and you can authorise my signature to
operate your account. Don't worry, I have no intention of stealing all your
money, I just don't want you running away, so we'll make sure all the
accounts require both our signatures to be accessed. Now about sleeping
arrangements, obviously I'll be using the main bedroom. You can choose
whichever room you like from the others. On occasion, you will be required
to service me, but apart from that, you'll sleep in your own room. Any
questions?" Tina was still trying to absorb this latest bombshell about
servicing Angela, so he stood silently with his mouth open as she stood up
and walked by him into the lounge room. He wasn't sure what the future
would bring, but he was certain it wouldn't be boring.
(the end)
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