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The New Neighbor By Christianne Larry met his new neighbor a week after the moving vans left. The new neighbor knocked on Larry's door just before noon on Saturday. Larry was still groggy from sleeping all morning. He had been working like a plantation slave during the preceding week and a half and was trying to catch up on much-needed rest, so he wasn't as cheerful about someone knocking on his door as he might have been. He hadn't shaved yet and was dressed only in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt as he shuffled to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw a willowy young man with longish blond hair standing on his doorstep. He opened the door a crack and said: "Can I help you?" "I'm Carl, your new neighbor. I noticed you were home today, so I thought I would introduce myself." He offered a hand to Larry, who opened the door a little bit wider and took it. Carl's grip was surprisingly strong from such a slender man. "Larry Marsten," Larry said, introducing himself. "I hope I didn't wake you. I was just trying to finish up the rounds, as it were. You haven't been home during the week and you live right across the hall from me...." "It's okay," Larry sighed. "Sleep is overrated anyway." "You're sure? I can come back later...." "No. It's okay. Really. Would you like to come in?" Larry cast a quick glance around his apartment to make sure that it was presentable. Carl smiled. "Actually, I was hoping you would have a bite of lunch in my place." "Uh...sure. Let me get dressed. I'll be over in a bit." Carl nodded and returned to his apartment as Larry closed the door. Larry grumbled incoherently under his breath as he ambled to his bedroom. He dressed quickly in a clean t-shirt, faded black jeans, and black court shoes. He stopped in the bathroom to run a comb through his hair and to brush his teeth. Satisfied that he was as presentable as time allowed, he left his apartment, crossed the hall, and knocked on Carl's door. "Come in, come in," Carl invited. Larry walked in and looked around. Carl still had a few boxes stacked against walls, but for the most part, his apartment was very well organized. Tidy, even. "What can I get you to drink?" Carl asked as he retreated to the kitchen. "Orange juice, if you have it," Larry said. "Coming right up... " Carl reappeared carrying in a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it and a glass of juice. Larry got a good look at his new neighbor for the first time. Carl was willowy, as Larry already knew, but he seemed to bulk himself up with clothing: oversized sweatshirt and baggy khaki pants. His hair was long and blond, tied behind him in a discreet ponytail. His skin was clear and fine and young looking. His smile was quick and sly and lit his blue eyes as if he was two steps ahead of the game and knew it. Larry liked him on first impression. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't have bothered you, but you live right across from me, so I thought that it would be a good idea to be friends. Y'know, in case of emergency and all that," Carl said as he sat down on his sofa. "Sit!" he invited. Larry sat in a chair opposite his new neighbor. "Where did you move here from?" Larry asked. "Peoria, believe it or not. By way of Champaign-Urbana." "So you didn't play in Peoria, huh?" Carl smiled wickedly, "No. Definitely not." "What do you do?" "I'm a graphic designer. How about you?" "I'm an architect." "You look a little young for that," Carl said. He was looking at Larry intently. Larry sampled the sandwiches--tuna--and paused before answering. "I'm 26. That's old enough." "What firm do you work for?" "Marsten Design. It's my own firm." "Do much business?" "Oh yes. I'm very busy. I do okay." "That's great. I would love to be my own boss. Not enough experience yet, though." The rest of their lunch was cordial and friendly. Larry liked Carl well enough. Carl clearly liked Larry and invited him to have lunch again sometime. Larry agreed, but made no promises. Larry went back across the hall, turned on the basketball game, and settled in to work on a model for a mini-mall he was designing. Even though Larry had liked Carl well enough, there was something about him that nagged at the back of Larry's mind. He couldn't put his finger on it. ------------ Larry didn't see Carl again for a week and a half, and that was just to say hello. The next time he saw him after that was a week later still. Larry was a caffeine addict, but he didn't like coffee. He took his caffeine in the form of Coca Cola. He was working late one night when he realized that he didn't have any Coke left in the refrigerator. He grabbed his coat and drove down to the corner convenience store to pick up a twelve-pack. On his way back in to his apartment, he saw a woman working a key into the lock of Carl's apartment. From behind, she looked good, with wavy blond hair and a nicely rounded ass sheathed in a black leather miniskirt. As Larry walked to his own door, the woman looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Hi Larry," she said in a soft, pleasing contralto voice. "Do I know you?" Larry asked. "Yes," she answered, smiling a sly smile. Then it hit him. "CARL?" She smiled even more broadly. "Well...not really. I'm Carol right now." "Oh, my god!" Larry exclaimed. Then he started laughing. "Well, I see you aren't upset," Carol said, still smiling. "What do you think?" She did a pirouette so Larry could get the full effect. "Amazing," Larry said, still laughing. "I would never have guessed you were a man." "Thanks, I think." Carol opened her door. "Care to have a nightcap?" Larry hesitated for a second. "I won't attack you, Larry," she reassured him. "Okay. Sure. Let me put my soda away." Larry fumbled with his keys and opened his door, shaking his head in disbelief. He remembered what it was that he thought was odd that first time now: Carl's eyebrows were plucked into high arches. When he crossed back over to Carl's--Carol's apartment, she was waiting for him with a beer in her hands. She had removed her leather jacket . In addition to the leather miniskirt, she was wearing a red silk tank top that hugged seemingly feminine curves. Larry noticed that her fingernails were long and feminine and that she had two dangly earrings in each ear. His first impulse--that Carol was a gorgeous blonde--was not yet dispelled. "I don't know what brand you drink," she apologized. "This is fine," he stammered. "I guess you're wondering..." "No. Your lifestyle is your business. It doesn't bother me." She let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I knew there was a reason that I liked you right off." "I must say, the illusion is amazing," Larry complimented. "You go out like that? Oh, of course you do. You were coming home just now." "Yes. I go out like this. I go to a bar that caters to 'girls' like me. Nice place, but I'm still the new fish there. I haven't met anyone yet." "Are you looking to meet..." "Men? Oh, Larry. Don't you know that most transvestites are heterosexual?" she teased him. "Well, sure, but..." "Well, most of them are, hon, but I'm not. Yes. I am looking to meet men. Or other girls like myself." "I see." "Larry, you've gone white as a sheet. I told you I wouldn't attack you. I know that you're straight. Relax. " Larry hung his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that....it's just. Well. You know how deeply ingrained some prejudices are." "Don't I know it. So far you've done a good job of ignoring yours. Good for you. I like you, Larry, as a friend. Friends?" She held out her hand. Larry thought for a split second, then took it. He was surprised at the strength of the grip once again. "I have a drag queen for a friend," Larry muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Carol laughed at that. "It could be worse, you know," she said, still holding his hand, "I could be one of those shy, quiet types. Y'know the ones--nobody thinks anything about them until they find the mason jars in the basement filled with their victims?" She giggled as she saw his expression change. "On that note, I have to get back to work. Nice seeing you again." She walked him to the door. "G'night." --------------- Larry saw Carl again several times during the next several weeks in the way that neighbors see each other. The passed each other in the hall, met on the way to the curb on trash day, and ran into each other on the way out to work. Larry only saw Carl as Carol one more time during the at period, and was still amazed at how beautiful Carl looked as a woman. Then, one day, Larry ran into Carol on the way out the door to work on a Wednesday morning. His shock must have been plain to see on his face. "You're going to work like that?" he asked. Carol looked at the ground and nodded yes. "Wow! And they don't care?" "No. Well, they say they don't care, but I think it bothers them. I'm looking for another job--as Carol. I have an interview today, and I don't have time to change once I leave work." "You're going to live as a woman all of the time?" "That's the plan, hon." She winked at him and got into her car. Larry just shook his head. ------------------ Larry never saw Carl again, but he found himself becoming pretty good friends with Carol. Both of them, it seemed, had a passion for basketball. Most Saturday afternoons, they played a game of street ball before going in to Carol's apartment to watch the college games. Larry was becoming comfortable around his new neighbor, despite her unusual lifestyle. Time passed. -------------------- One Saturday night in September, Larry returned home from his office and heard what sounded like a struggle in Carol's apartment. It sounded like blows on flesh, and grunts. Then a muffled yelp of pain. Larry set down his briefcase and burst into Carol's apartment. What he found there was shocking. Carol was on her knees, bound into the position. She was gagged. There was a man standing behind her with a cat o' nine tails. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and nothing else. His erection was impressive. Larry didn't know what to do. He decided to be aggressive. "Friend," he said, "you don't even want to think about using that on me. I strongly suggest you leave." The man with the whip glanced at Carol. She gave a quick nod and he gathered up his coat and pants without a word and left. Larry untied Carol and removed the gag. The gag was shaped like a penis. "What are you doing here, Larry," she asked, impatiently. "I heard a struggle. I thought you were in trouble." She rolled her eyes and struggled to her feet. Larry became intensely aware of the way she was dressed. She had on a black satin corset that laced up the back, black thigh-high stockings, six-inch stiletto heels, and a black leather dog collar. Her crotch was exposed and Larry noticed that her genitals were small and completely hairless. She also seemed to have real breasts. As she walked into her bedroom, Larry noticed how rounded her ass was. The heels she was wearing made her ass roll in an exaggerated sexy feminine undulation. He was getting an erection in spite of himself. When she returned, she had on a silk bathrobe that covered her. She had removed the collar. "I suppose it's best that you found out," she said. "It gives me a safety valve if I need it. Larry, I like what Mike was doing to me. If you hadn't come in when you did, I would be having glorious sex even now." Larry's face had turned bright red. "I've shocked you, haven't I. I'm sorry. I won't apologize for what I am and for what I need, Larry. I hope we can still be friends. " "I don't know what to think. I AM shocked, I guess. I thought I was more broad minded than that. Look, what you do in the privacy of your own home is your business. I'm sorry I intruded. It won't happen again." As he turned to leave, she said: "Larry, wait. I think we need to talk about this." He stopped and faced her. Again, he marveled at just how pretty she was. "Yes?" "I...I really hope this doesn't screw up our friendship, Larry. I really like you. I would hate to have a neighbor who didn't like me because he thought I was a pervert or something." She folded her hands over her breasts and looked at him sheepishly. "You do think I'm a pervert, don't you?" "Well...I don't know. You aren't exactly normal, are you?" She laughed harshly, "No, I guess not. But I'm not abnormal, either. Have you ever read Anais Nin?" "No." "She once wrote that the only abnormality is the inability to love. I don't hurt anyone, Larry. And I get my own gratification with willing and consenting partners." "You like pain?" "Not really. I like being helpless, though. At the mercy of my partner. It's a power thing for him. It's a trust thing for me. Do you understand?" "He was whipping you." She giggled, "Yes, but that whip is so soft that it isn't much more than a stiff massage. Felt good, actually." She lowered her robe to expose her back. "Any welts?" "It's a little bit red, that's all." "You see?" "I never thought of it that way. I would hate to see you get hurt." She smiled at him. "I guess we are still friends after all, then." She walked over to the door and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Larry." "Can I ask you one thing, before I go?" "Sure." "Are your breasts real?" In answer, she flashed him. They sure looked real. Then she closed the door, giggling. --------------------- "I've been on hormones for two years," she said to him over her coffee cup the next morning. She had knocked on his door early and dragged him down to a diner for breakfast. "I've always wanted to be a girl. I started dressing in my mother's clothes before I started elementary school. I never stopped." "You seem pretty confident in what you want. Weren't you ever in the closet? I mean, you don't keep what you do a secret." "It's taken a while to be comfortable with myself. Five years ago I was terrified, but now I realize that nobody cares. So long as I am careful in some situations, it's no big deal. The hormones have helped a lot. I look like a woman now." "That's for sure..." "Why, Larry, are you giving me a compliment?" she teased him. "Sure. You look fabulous. If I didn't know, I wouldn't guess the truth." "If you had met me in a bar, would you have hit on me?" She was having fun at his expense now. Her grin was nearly ear-to-ear. "Ummm....yeah, I guess so." He squirmed a little in his seat. "I'm flattered," she said with false modesty. "Do you miss anything about being a boy?" "No...well, no, that's not entirely true. I miss being able to ejaculate." Larry's face turned bright red again. He was sorry he asked. "Oh dear, I've done it again. So just how liberal are you, Mr. Marsten?" "I'm a lot more liberal than I was before I met you." Their breakfast arrived and they dug into the eggs and hash browns. "So you're impotent now?" Larry asked between bacon slices. "Kinda. I still have orgasms, but the fluid is clear and my penis doesn't get hard for it. It doesn't spurt like it used to when I was a boy, either. It just sort of trickles." Larry looked down at his breakfast as if he had suddenly lost his appetite. "I'm grossing you out, aren't I? I'm sorry. You're new to all of this." She paused for an instant. "I'm told that after the surgery, I should still be able to cum, thank God." "So you're going all the way?" "I haven't decided. I want to see how I like living the way I am right now first. I only just started the 'real life' test after I met you." They ate for a while in silence after that, as if Larry was digesting everything that he had been told. Finally, he asked: "Who was the guy I chased out last night? Is he your boyfriend?" She smiled. "He's cute, isn't he? Hung like a horse. He's not a boyfriend, though. More like a playmate. I'll introduce you to him sometime." Her eyes twinkled as she said that. --------------------------- Toward the end of October, Carol invited Larry to escort her to a Halloween party. "It's Christmas, New Years, and The Fourth of July all rolled into one for crossdressers, Larry." "I don't know about this. Is it a drag party?" "Naw. It's actually a fetish ball." "Oh...I couldn't, really." "Oh, come on, Larry!! It'll be fun. I know you've been dying to see me decked out in black leather. I've seen the way you look at me these days." She was teasing him, but there was a kernel of truth there. He had been glancing at her with more than passing interest lately. He had hoped she hadn't noticed. "There are a lot of rich perverts around, hon. It'll be a good way to network with prospective clients..." "You've got to be kidding." "Please say you'll come!" "Well...okay. But I don't guarantee I won't be freaked out." She smiled at that. "Ummm....now that you've agreed to come, I think it's fair to tell you that it's fetish attire only." He paled slightly. "What do you mean? I'm going to have to dress up in black leather or something?" "Yes. Or something." "What am I getting into?" he asked. She flashed a wicked grin at him: "Something sexy, I hope. Would you care to leave the arrangements to me?" "I don't know if I trust you now. What do you have in mind?" "Nothing...yet." She winked at him. Over the next week and a half, whenever he quizzed her on the matter, she put up a poker face and said, "Just you wait." In spite of himself, he was excited at the prospect. He was becoming very attracted to Carol and the thought tormented him. He was straight, wasn't he? But she was such a gorgeous girl, it was hard to keep in mind that she was actually a boy. He was terrified, too, of what "fetish" attire she was planning for him. When the big day arrived, Carol had him over to her apartment early. She was wearing sweats and tennis shoes, but her hair appeared to have been recently styled. "So what's the big mystery?" She didn't answer. Instead, she commanded: "Strip." When Larry didn't spring to action, she walked up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "We don't have all day, hon. I need you out of these clothes." He began to help her. "Boxers, too," she said when he stopped at his underwear. With a shrug, he dropped them. "Sit over in that chair. I'll be right back." He took a seat as she walked briskly into the bathroom. When she returned, she had a bottle of cream in her hands. "Hey...now wait a minute. That's Nair...." "Hush. I need you hairless for the outfit I chose for you." She knelt in front of him and began smearing the depilatory up his legs. "You aren't very hairy, which is a plus," she stated as she finished his legs and smeared the cream on his chest. "Give that about ten minutes and then we'll shower you off." "Are you going to dress me in drag?" he asked. "Of course. What did you think I was going to dress you in?" He was still apprehensive. After ten minutes had expired, she bundled him into the shower. What body hair he had ran down the drain. It felt weird drying himself after removing all of his body hair. "Now, we shave you," she said. She sat him down at the vanity in her bathroom and set a basin of very hot water next to him. She dipped a towel into the water and wrapped it around his face. He let out a muffled "Owww," as she did it. "Hush," she said, "You'll love how close I'll shave you." She was true to her word. She shaved him with a straight razor. It was the closest shave he ever had and there were no cuts whatsoever. She applied an astringent to his face, then swabbed it down with peroxide. "God! That smells. What the heck is that for?" he complained. "It will bleach the shadow of your beard and make you look feminine longer," she explained. He whispered something under his breath. She heard enough of it to slap him on the butt for it. "That wasn't very nice," she pouted. Brightening: "Believe me, you are going to have fun tonight. Trust me." She led him into the bedroom and produced a blindfold with separate fleece eyepieces. It was the most effective blindfold he had ever seen. He couldn't see anything. She guided him to a chair and began to work on his fingernails. She shaped them slightly and painted them. He could smell the polish and the coldness on his nails was strange. She even did his toenails. When that was dry, he felt her dust his body with powder. He had to admit that it felt nice. Smelled nice, too. She stood him up and wrapped something around his waist. Suddenly, he was being constricted. He could feel her tugging at laces from behind him. When he thought he couldn't take any more, she tied them off. "I'll tighten it a little more once you are used to that. Now sit back down." He complied with great care. He couldn't bend at his waist. "Lift your leg," she ordered. He obeyed. She rolled something onto his leg, but he couldn't tell what it was. It didn't feel like nylon. Then she did the other one. He felt her attach garters to the corset. She stood him up again. He heard her rustling on the ground in front of him, then she guided his legs to step forward. She lifted the rustling something up his legs until he felt it settle in around his thighs. She fussed with the bottom of the corset, almost as if she were tucking something underneath it. "No panties?" he asked her. He was getting an erection in spite of himself. He had no way to hide it. "Not yet, love. Give me your arm." He held out his left arm and she rolled on a glove made from what seemed to be the same material as the stockings. She repeated this on his right arm. She then removed his blindfold so she could apply make-up to his face. She had covered the mirror while she did this, so he couldn't see what she was doing to him. "Stand up, hon," she said, lifting him lightly. His arms were covered in shiny black rubber, he saw. The gloves each had a flap with a row of grommets on them. He wondered what the hell he was doing in such a get-up. Suddenly, she was tightening the corset again. He looked down and saw that the corset was shiny black rubber, too. There was a froth of chiffon crinoline beneath it, so he couldn't see his legs. He assumed they, too, were rubber-clad. "Almost done," she chirped. She was obviously having fun dressing him up. She sat him back down and arranged a wig on his head. It was dark auburn and was impeccably styled, with blunt cut bangs and a froth of curls which she artfully arranged to frame his face. When she was satisfied, she retrieved a box from under her bed. Kneeling in front of him, she slipped his feet into a pair of shoes with impossibly high heels. He felt her fiddling with something else once the shoes were on his feet, but through the rubber stockings it was hard to tell. He heard a click on his left foot, then one on his right. "One last thing," she said. She wrapped something around his neck and began to lace it up. It felt like a corset. A neck corset? "A posture corset," she said, as if she had read his thoughts. The posture corset had garters, which she ran to the tops of his gloves. She attached the garters to the gloves with small padlocks. "There," she said. "All done." "Done?" I still don't have any panties on," he complained. "Oh! Shit! I almost forgot. Hold on a minute." She vanished into her closet and emerged with a box. "I hope this fits you..." She knelt in front of him again and lifted his skirt. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felt her grab his penis and testicles. She guided his penis through a metal ring and wrapped some sort of strap around his testicles. There was another click. He knew it was a lock. He was hard now. Harder than he had ever been. The ring at the base of his penis wouldn't let him go soft. She guided him into the living room. It was hard to walk in the heels, and the corset kept his body at such a pitch that he had to concentrate on every step. She closed the closet door and revealed a full-length mirror. What he saw shocked him. He felt a little faint. "Is that really me?" he gasped. "I can't believe it!" Standing in the mirror was a fetish vision in black latex and chiffon. Larry's fine features were perfectly complemented by the make-up Carol had applied to them and the body-shaping garments he wore created a perfect illusion. He looked a little bit like Betty Page. Carol lifted his skirt to show him the harness she had locked onto his genitals. She gave his erection a quick squeeze before heading into the bedroom to change into her outfit. Larry couldn't take his eyes off the mirror. He was simply astonished. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he called to her. "Glad you didn't chicken out?" she responded, obviously pre-occupied with something. "I don't know yet. I feel funny. I don't know if I can go out like this." "Don't worry. I'll help you with that part..." she said. When she emerged from the bedroom, she had been transformed. She wore a black patent leather corset dress that ended at her knees. It lifted her breast magnificently, but they were completely bare. She had small metal pasties covering her nipples. She saw him looking at that and said: "These will probably come off by the end of the night." She wore knee-high leather boots over black stockings. She turned around and said over her shoulder: "Lace me up, hon." He tugged at the laces until she said it was tight enough. From behind, her body was magnificent , laced into a dress that hugged and accentuated every luscious curve. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building in his loins, but the metal ring kept him in check. She turned back around and smiled at him. "You are being a magnificent sport about this," she said, and kissed him on the lips. She looked into his eyes for a long moment afterwards. She helped him into a coat that covered most of his outfit for the sake of modesty, then he helped her into her coat. "Carry this for me," she said handing him what looked like a tackle box. "What is it?" he asked. "The toybox, of course," she laughed at him. He spent the drive to the party in silence. "What the hell am I getting into," he asked himself over and over again in his mind. As they approached the party, which was held at a meeting hall off the business loop (which surprised him), she said to him: "If you see something that shocks you, just ignore it like you have seen it all a hundred times." She stroked his leg to reassure him. "You don't have to participate in anything you don't want to. Just don't disrupt any scenes that are going on. It isn't safe. If you do decide to play, and I hope you do, the safewords for the party are red and yellow. If you want whatever is going on to slow down, just say "yellow." If you want it to stop, just say "red." Other than that, just have a good time." They got out of the car and walked to the door, where a man in leather pants and a leather vest took two tickets from Carol. "Hi, Carol," he said. "Who's your friend?" "This is my protege, Lana," she answered, smilingly. "You do good work, hon," the man said, giving Larry a good look. "Enjoy the party." "Lana?" Larry whispered to her as they entered. "Well, I can't very well call you 'Larry' when you look like that, can I?" she answered. "Do you REALLY want me to use your real name, hon?" "No!" he exclaimed, then whispering again: "I mean, no. I would never live this down." "Oh, quit being so uptight," she teased. They entered the ballroom. The party was just getting into full swing, with a number of couples, gay and straight, dancing on the dance floor. They were all decked out in leather, latex, or rubber. Around the periphery of the dance floor were various pieces of bondage equipment: a horse, a cross, a suspension rig, a pillory. All of them were in use. Roughly half of the crowd was armed with whips of various types. Larry spent a couple of minutes staring at people as Carol guided him to an unoccupied table. It slowly dawned on him that he was more elaborately decked out than many of the people there. He could have worn a pair of leather pants and gotten away with it. He wondered what Carol was up to. "Dance with me," Carol ordered. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. He had difficulty dancing in the heels he was wearing, but he couldn't take them off. After two songs, he was getting the hang of it, but his feet were beginning to hurt. He needed to sit down. Carol let him sit as she mingled. She apparently knew quite a few people there, male and female. After a while, she returned to the table and grabbed his hand again. "I want you to meet someone," she said, guiding him through the crowd to a darker corner that was being lit up by strange lights. There was a woman there who had another woman tied to a chair. The dominant woman was dressed entirely in black velvet, including a corset that was the loveliest piece of clothing Larry had ever seen up close. It was velvet, embroidered with a slightly metallic black pattern of Chinese dragons. It complimented the velvet hobble skirt and velvet gloves she wore to perfection. Her hair was much like the wig Larry himself was wearing: auburn with blunt cut bangs. In her hand was some kind of device that glowed purple on the end of it. In her other hand was what looked to be a remote control of some sort that trailed a cord between the legs of the woman who was tied to the chair. The woman who was tied to the chair seemed to be in a good mood. She was smiling broadly. She was wearing a cupless leather bra and had leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists. She was wearing a steel collar that had a padlock dangling from it. Clips were attached to her exposed nipples and a chain connected the clips. "Hi, Liz," Carol said to the dominant woman. "I want you to meet someone." "Carol! Hello! You look fabulous as always, hon," the dominant woman--Liz--said. Despite her severe appearance, she had a warm smile and twinkling eyes. "Who's your new playmate?" "This is Lana," Carol said. "Lana, this is Elizabeth Raven." "Liz, for short," she said, extending her hand. Larry took it. Looking at Carol: "Should Lana address me as 'mistress,' or not, hon?" "No, no. 'She' isn't that deeply into the scene yet," Carol replied. Turning to Larry: "Liz owns the best lingerie store in the state. I get all my fun clothes there." "She flatters me," Liz defended. All the while, Larry couldn't take his eyes off the device in Liz's hand. She noticed and asked: "Ever played with one of these?" "Uh...what is it?" Larry asked . "It's a violet wand. I'm training Patrice to enjoy electricity." Liz demonstrated the device on her captive, dancing purple sparks over her nipples. As she did it, she pressed a button on the remote control. The bound woman closed her eyes and moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain. Liz relented, drew the wand away, and pressed another button on the remote. Larry looked quizzical. Liz explained: "Patrice has a egg inside of her that vibrates whenever I press this button--" she pressed the button for emphasis, causing Patrice to arch her back and close her eyes, "Every time I use the wand on her, she feels intense sexual pleasure from the egg. Eventually, she will be able to cum just from the wand alone." Larry's expression must have been one of shock. He felt Carol slide a hand over his bare butt under his crinolines as a reassurance. "Would you care to try it?" Liz asked them both. "I don't much like the violet wand, myself, Liz," Carol replied, "but Lana has never tried one." Liz raised an eyebrow at Larry. He shrugged in resigned acceptance. Liz came to him and gave him a once over. "She's wearing too much rubber, Carol." "Try under the petticoat, Liz," Carol replied. Liz lifted the front of Larry's petticoat and stifled a giggle. "Oh, Carol! You wicked, wicked girl. I love it." Larry suddenly felt the electricity tickle the shaft of his still erect penis. It felt weird, but it didn't feel bad. Then she moved the wand to the tip of his penis. The sensation was intense as the sparks tickled the opening of his urethra. He had never felt any sexual feeling nearly as intense in his life. After she teased the tip a little while longer, she grabbed his shaft and gave it a few quick strokes with her velvet-clad hand to soothe the skin. She plucked a napkin from the table and wiped his still-sensitive tip. "You're leaking, hon," she said to him. She shut off the wand and set it down. "So how come I've never seen you in my store, Lana?" Liz asked. "All the boy-girls in town shop there." Carol answered for him: "This is his first time dressing up." "No way!" Liz exclaimed. Smiling: "It suits you. Do you like it? Or are you just doing it for Carol." "I must admit that I'm having fun. I was just doing it for Carol to start," Larry answered. "You should come by the store sometime. I'm sure that I can set you up with a delightful selection of frillies," she winked at him. Liz leaned close to Carol and whispered to her: "He is unbelievably cute like that. Do whatever you have to, to keep him like that." Carol nodded conspiratorially, a wicked grin on her face. "You know, Liz, I didn't just bring Lana over here to play. She's an architect. Didn't you say that you were planning to build a new store?" "Really?" she said. Larry nodded. "Well, well. We ARE going to get along." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Stop by the store. It's Raven Intimates on Peach Street. We have a lot to discuss." The rest of the party was a blur to Larry. He danced some more, gazed at a myriad of bizarre fetish outfits, and even tried out one of those "soft" whips that Carol described. She was right--it didn't hurt. It was exactly like a stiff massage. "We'll work you up to something harsher, if you like," she said to him. He would only let Carol play with him, even though he had numerous offers from other partygoers. When they finally left, he was exhausted. Carol was still bubbling with excitement. Back at her apartment, she sat him down in a chair in the living room. "Wait there," she said. "I'll help you out of your clothes. You won't be able to get out of them yourself." She walked into the bedroom and re-emerged with another box. She knelt in front of him and he felt her fiddle with the locks on his feet. He heard her re-close the locks and realized that he was now bound to the chair. "Hey!" he said. She shushed him with a finger to his lipsticked lips. She pulled his hands behind him and began to lace his gloves together with a long piece of black ribbon. Soon, his arms were immovably bound behind him. "Carol...I feel funny about this...please let me go." She just smiled and knelt in front of him. "HEY!" he shouted as she stuck her head under his crinolines. Her lips were on his penis. She began taking him in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft and her tongue swirling around the ultra-sensitive head. She was good. Really good. She slid a finger into his anus and that did it. Even with the metal ring at the base of his cock, he came in her mouth. He erupted with all of the frustrated seed of the night. It had been building all day and when it came, it was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He passed out. ---------------------------- When he awoke, he was naked. He was in Carol's bed, he noticed, but she was not there. He roused himself and made for the bathroom. When he was finished, she was waiting for him, wearing a silk and chiffon baby-doll. She didn't have any panties on and Larry noticed that her penis was stiff. "I thought you couldn't get hard any more," he said, grouchily. His head was still clouded by sleep and by the events of the evening. "Only once in a great while," she said. She began stroking herself. In spite of himself, Larry felt himself begin to harden at the sight of her. Her face was overcome by lust. "I thought so," she said. "Come here, lover boy." He went to her and she pulled him down to the bed and kissed him passionately on the lips. She took his erection in hand and stroked him until he was as hard as steel. "I want you inside me," she said, reaching for a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. His manhood twitched as she said it. She bent down and took him into her mouth again for a few short strokes, then began smoothing the lubricant onto his shaft. When he was ready, she placed her legs on his shoulders and guided his hardness to her. He slipped in easily, but the muscles in her behind gripped his phallus tight. "Oh, my god , that's good," he said as he began to ease in and out of her. "Mmmmmm.....yeah." Her eyes were closed and she had a ecstatic smile on her face. "I've wanted this for a long time," she said. He was moving inside of her now, with long, regular strokes, pistoning his organ past the sensitive ring of her anus. From his point of view, he imagined himself making love to a beautiful woman--that's what Carol looked like to him. "You know what really turns me on?" she asked him with a languid, satiated voice. "Tell me." "Mmmmm....the thought of feminizing you. You looked hot tonight. You could look hotter still....mmmmm.....oh, that's good." He wasn't hearing her anymore. The pleasure building in his loins was too intense. He barely felt it when she climaxed and spattered her clear seed against his crotch. His orgasm was mind shattering. After he came, he collapsed. He eased out of her and positioned himself on the bed so that he was spooning her. She moved her behind rhythmically against his still hard cock as he fell into slumber. She was awake for a while yet, planning. "It turns me on more than anything else I've ever done," she thought aloud. "Lana, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship..." --------------- (c) Copyright 2000 by Christianne, so make up your own stuff, hon....