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Lori's Debut - by Melissa Monroe CHAPTER ONE Lying on the floor of the stretch limousine, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, with a ball gag between my lips keeping me silenced, I thought back over the last few months and wondered how I had gotten my self into such a predicament. George, the limousine driver, wasn't helping my concentration. He had his hand under my tiny pleated skirt, "checking out the goods," as he put it, while he regaled me with all the things he'd love to do to me, if only "the boss" would let him. I tried to ignore George's prying fingers and thought back on the events that led to my current situation. My obsession with crossdressing had gotten me into big trouble I had met Brad in an Internet chat room. My nickname was Lori - it's my favorite female name. My real name is David Madison. Brad was a presence in a room inhabited mostly by crossdressers, flattering all the "girls'" and telling them how much he liked crossdressers. That was why I was in that room - I loved dressing as a woman. I was living in Atlanta, just having finished college. I was just 22 the summer that I graduated, and I convinced my parents that I'd be able to find a job more easily in Atlanta than in my hometown. Another reason (which I did not tell them, of course) was my confusion over my sexuality. I never dated a girl in college, and I was beginning to wonder if I would ever have a date. And I had developed a passion for women's clothes. Whenever I got a chance I would don women's clothing, and it always excited me tremendously. It was much easier doing that living alone, so I decided to move to Atlanta. When Brad and I first started chatting, I was very shy, unwilling to tell him anything about myself. Eventually, however, I told him lots of things - how old I was, my height and weight and where I lived. I also told him I found bondage very exciting when I was dressed as a woman. Brad was very open about himself, but he asked me not to let anyone else know how close we had become. He told me he lived in New York, was 34 years old, and had a nice apartment - which he'd love me to see. When he suggested we exchange pictures I resisted, but I eventually agreed to send him one. Of course it was a picture of Lori, not David. He also sent me a picture via the Internet. He was very, very handsome - ruggedly good-looking. We agreed that no one else could ever see those pictures. Brad and I became very close - as much as that is possible via the Internet. When he suggested that I come to New York for a weekend, however, I panicked. At first I felt that there was absolutely no way for me to do that. But Brad persisted, and gradually overcame all my objections. First, he agreed to pay for all my expenses - my airline ticket, my hotel room in New York, and even some clothes for me to wear while in New York. Yes, he said, he wanted to see me "dressed" in New York. He suggested that I take a Friday off and fly to New York as David. I could return home late on Sunday, after spending a weekend in Manhattan. It sounded very exciting - and romantic. Brad promised to reserve a room in a hotel near his apartment. Once I checked in I could begin my transformation from David to Lori. We would meet in a little restaurant on the East Side of Manhattan. He would send a cab to the hotel with instructions for the driver to bring me to the restaurant. That would take care of my concerns about finding my way from the hotel to the restaurant. My real concern was whether I could "pass," but Brad assured me that I was beautiful, and that he was dying to meet Lori. The fateful Friday arrived, and I was incredibly nervous. For weeks I had prepared for this brief trip. I'm only 5'7" and 145 pounds, but once I had decided to make the trip I went on a crash diet. The day before I left I was down to 133 pounds, and managed to squeeze into a size 8 - which excited me enormously. I had shopped carefully for the kinds of sexy clothing that Brad said he loved and wanted to see on me. Brad had even sent me some items that he said I should wear. My luggage was packed with lots of lingerie, stockings, and other unmentionables. I wear my hair long normally and I had let it get even longer. I worked at a dot.com company, with a very casual working environment, and hardly anyone there noticed anything different. My plan was to arrive at my hotel at mid-afternoon so I would have enough time to style my hair properly. If that didn't work out, I would wear one of the two wigs I had brought with me. The flight from Atlanta to New York was uneventful, except for the looks I got from the security checkpoint when an inspection of my carryon revealed mostly women's makeup and perfume. By 2:00 PM I was in my New York hotel room, preparing for my first time out as a woman. It was ironic, I thought, but my first date in over five years was going to be with a man. I was positively delirious with excitement. Brad called me at about 6:00 PM, and asked how I was doing. When I told him I would be ready in about an hour, he said he would have the cab pick me up at 7:15 PM, and make dinner reservations for 7:30. Talking to Brad, and knowing how close I was to meeting him, made me even more nervous. I actually began to think that I might not be able to go through with this. But, at 7:10, I was closing my hotel room door behind me, and walking down the hall toward the elevator. I was wearing the mandatory "little black dress." A very conservative one, I thought, but a lovely number. It came to slightly above my knees and clung to my body nicely (glad I lost that weight, I thought). It was sleeveless, with a neckline that clung to my padded breasts but did not show anything. I wore dark stockings and toeless high-heeled sandals. The 3-inch heel made walking difficult, but I had been practicing for weeks and had gotten used to them. And I loved the way they made my legs look. I carried a black sweater just in case the Manhattan evening proved to be cooler than I expected. Under my dress I wore a black bra and panty set with a matching garter belt. Brad had sent me these items after pleading with me to let him determine some part of the outfit I would wear when I met him. I had to admit that he had good taste. The bra and panties were gorgeous. And when I checked myself out in the full-length mirror, I liked what I saw. I loved the way my legs looked in the stockings and garter belt. My legs were as smooth as they could possibly be, since I had shaved them just that afternoon in my room. The mirror also told me that the time spent styling my hair had been worth it - it looked positively gorgeous. The first people I encountered was a couple waiting for the elevator on my floor. They paid little attention to me. When the elevator arrived I actually thought I would not get on, but the man stepped aside and gestured for his wife and I to step into the elevator. I couldn't refuse so I got on, shaking like a leaf. Luckily the trip to the lobby was quick and I stepped out, heading for the front door. My heels clicked on the marble floor as I crossed the lobby. When I got to the hotel entrance, a doorman held the door open for me. "May I call you a cab, miss?" he inquired. "No," I said, "I'm being picked up by a cab." "Are you Lori?" he asked. I was shocked at his remark but I replied that I was named Lori. He waved to a waiting cab, and helped me into the back seat. He tipped his cap as he closed the door, and we were off. The cab driver said very little as he wheeled through the crowded streets. It was my first time in a New York cab, and I was scared to death. What would I do if we were in an accident? What would I do if I were taken to a hospital? I tried not to think about those kinds of things. Within ten minutes we pulled up in front of a restaurant. I recognized the name on the awning out front. The restaurant doorman opened the back door and I slid across the seat and stepped out. I went to pay the driver, but he told me that he had already been paid. The doorman slammed the back door, and the cab quickly departed. The doorman escorted me to the door and held the door as I entered. He seemed to know whom I had come to see. He whispered to me, "The corner table in the back on the right." As I entered the restaurant the maitre'd smiled at me and then pointed to the back, where I saw Brad sitting at a table. I walked toward him, trying to look as ladylike as possible. Brad stood as I approached. When I reached the table he took my hand and kissed me on the cheek, whispering, "You're absolutely lovely!" I smiled at him, and took my seat on the leather banquette. Brad slid in next to me. I hoped he couldn't tell how nervous I was. Our table was perfect in my mind. We were at the back of the restaurant sitting in a booth side by side, and we could see the entire restaurant from where we were situated. The restaurant was lovely, decorated in reds, each table covered with a white linen tablecloth. Brad and I chatted, laughing and giggling about all the silly things that go on in those Internet chat rooms. Dinner was lovely. Brad could not have been nicer. We shared a bottle of wine, and our conversation became more and more romantic. I quickly forgot my concerns about going out on a date as a woman. Brad did everything to make me relax and just enjoy the evening. We were finishing dinner, and the wait staff was clearing the plates from the table, when Brad whispered something in my ear that shocked me. I looked at him doubtfully, knowing that I was blushing terribly, but he just nodded that I should obey him. He leaned over again and said, "Lori, go to the ladies' room. When you return, your panties will be in your purse. Do as I say. Now. Go." He stood up to allow me out of the booth. I was dumbfounded, but I was reluctant to upset Brad. I slid out of the booth and went to the ladies' room. As I left, Brad said, "Hurry back, sweetheart." In the ladies' room (which was empty, thank heavens), I slipped into a booth. I relieved myself, and then slipped out of my lacy black panties. I stood up and smoothed my dress, then went to the mirror to freshen up my makeup. I waited a few moments for my obvious arousal to subside, then left the ladies' room. When I returned to the table and slid into the booth, Brad looked in my purse to confirm that I had obeyed him. Moments later I felt his hand slipping under the hem of my dress, playing along the inside of my silken thighs. After dinner we retired to Brad's apartment, which was only a block or two away. We walked arm in arm through the streets, chatting about lots of different things. Other than the slight chill I felt without panties, it was a lovely walk. We barely got to the elevator before Brad pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. Once in his apartment, he took my sweater and asked me to sit on a sofa in his living room. I looked around and saw that Brad's apartment was beautifully decorated. Brad went to his bedroom and returned with several lengths of rope. I began to feel very nervous. I was thinking about leaving but Brad was chatting on about a lot of things. He asked me if I still got turned on by bondage. I replied that I did find bondage exciting - some of the time. "Well, Lori," Brad said, "tonight is one of those times." He offered his hand and I took it. He led me over to a large ottoman in the middle of the room, and gently forced me down on the ottoman - face down. He tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the ottoman. I felt my dress riding up on my legs, exposing my thighs above my stockings. After he tied me like that, Brad left the room. To my surprise, he returned shortly, wearing only pajama bottoms. He padded over to me, and then positioned himself sitting on the floor...with his crotch just below my face, which was hanging over the edge of the ottoman. Now I was frightened. This was something I had never done before. Brad then shifted to a kneeling position. I could see the bulge inside his pajamas. He forced my head up and took his cock out of his pajamas. It was rock-hard, and he quickly directed my lips to his bulging cock. I took the tip of his cock between my lips and sucked on it as best I could, tied up as I was. After several minutes Brad pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. I was disappointed because I had enjoyed ministering to his cock. The feeling of it in my mouth was incredibly sensual. Brad went to the sofa and opened my purse. I was wondering what he was doing. But he returned with my panties in his hand. He wadded them up and forced them into my mouth! Then he produced a roll of sticky white adhesive tape. He ripped off several strips and sealed my lips with them. I tried to protest but only managed a, "Mmmphh." Brad moved to the other end of the ottoman, and slid my dress all the way up and over my hips. He used a pair of scissors to cut the gaff I was wearing from my body and tossed it aside. I was shaking my head and moaning, "No, please!" but Brad was insisting that I really wanted to be a woman, and to be a woman I had to know what it was like to be fucked. He lubricated a finger with KY jelly and started to explore my bottom. I was squirming on the ottoman so much that Brad used another longer length of rope to tie my waist down tightly to the Ottoman. He was using two fingers now, sliding easily in and out of my anus. I was moaning behind the gag, and they were becoming moans of pleasure with each passing moment. I felt Brad clamber on to the ottoman behind me, knees on the edge of the ottoman. Slowly, he slid his cock inside my ass, telling me continually how beautiful my bottom looked, and how wonderful it felt. Deeper and deeper he went, probing my ass, and obviously reveling in the sounds I was making. My squirming, too, seemed only to serve to heighten his excitement. He asked me if I was enjoying the taste of my own panties, but my reply was unintelligible, I'm sure. I could feel Brad's cock getting larger and larger inside my ass. It felt as if he would tear me apart, but I finally felt him coming - again and again deep inside me. It was absolutely wonderful. Brad untied me within a few minutes, and gently removed the tape from my lips. We shared another bottle of wine cuddling on the sofa. Brad said that I should spend the night and I eagerly agreed - but I didn't anticipate what was going to happen. We slept in the same bed, Brad and I. He slept in the pajama bottoms. I was wearing only a brief white teddy, with high-cut legs and a snap crotch. Around each of my thighs was a wide leather strap; another strap kept each wrist bound to my thigh. A bright red ballgag, tightly wedged between my teeth, insured my silence. And, though the rubber gag tasted awful, I could still taste Brad's semen from when he came in my mouth just before he gagged me. It had been a wonderful night, but I really was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into. CHAPTER TWO Out of a strange haze I awakened, suddenly aware of strange surroundings. Then I remembered last night and Brad lying next to me before I fell asleep. I tried to move, but quickly realized I was still bound - my wrists securely strapped to a thigh, a tight leather cuff around each wrist, attached to another cuff buckled and locked around my thigh. The restraints kept my arms pinned uncomfortably to my sides. The ache in my jaw swiftly reminded me of the horrid ball gag jammed in my mouth, buckled securely at the back of my neck. A quick glance or two - yes, still chained by my leather collar to the headboard . ..still wearing the white teddy with the thin spaghetti straps. Suddenly Brad appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. He was still wearing only that pajama bottom, his muscled chest so tanned and inviting. He carried a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand. He came toward me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning, Lori. Sleep well?" I tried to respond, but only managed a mumble from my mouth. My jaws ached from being pried open all night. "Yes I'm sure you'd like the gag out. I bet it's very uncomfortable. But--" I nodded eagerly, my eyes pleading to have the gag removed. "..we need to keep the gag in place a little longer. Wouldn't want the neighbors upset, would we?" Oh God, I thought...what's he planning to do with me?? He reached for me with his left hand, as he sipped his coffee. The smell of the coffee filled the space between us. I felt his hand on my thigh, above the leather strap. His fingers tickled the inside of my leg, wandering up to my "pussy". An involuntary moan escaped from my mouth, stifled by the cruel gag. Brad's fingers slowly inched up to the edge of the teddy...and slid underneath. He began to tickle my abdomen and I squirmed under his touch. "I see you like that, don't you?" I nodded again, trying to tell him how much I really did love his touch.. His hand slid further up my body, under the teddy, almost touching my breasts - but not quite. My excitement became obvious, and Brad saw it, and withdrew his hand. "Mustn't get you too excited, Lori. I have other things in mind for you." Brad finished his coffee and set the cup on the nightstand next to the bed. He produced a key and unlocked the padlock securing the chain to my collar. I heard the links slide through the metal D-ring on the leather collar. He helped me to sit up. With my wrists buckled tightly against each thigh, I had difficulty maintaining a sitting position. Brad steadied me, then stood up. "Be right back," he said and quietly walked to a closet. When he returned he was carrying a black steel rod with leather cuffs attached to it. I cringed and try to slide off the bed to escape, but he grabbed my arm and held on to me tightly. "Take it easy love...we're just going to have some fun." He ignored my mumbled protests and began buckling one of the cuffs around my left ankle. As he secured the cuff, I could see his erection, bulging inside his pajamas. I'm his to do with as he pleases, I thought to myself, and he knows it. Once the cuff was secured, Brad grabbed me by the shoulders, and turned me over on the bed, forcing me to lie as flat as possible - face down. But the thigh and wrist restraints forced me to lie with my butt slightly up in the air - I could not lie flat! I was frightened again - knowing that my bottom, already stretched and sore from last night's activities - was on display again to my lover - my captor. Brad spread my legs and secured my right ankle with the other cuff. Now I knew the purpose of this device he was binding me with; my legs were bound and spread and I could not close them. I screamed into the gag and Brad replied, "See, I told you the gag had to stay in a while longer, sweetheart." He moved to the side of the bed - to the nightstand, and showed me the tube of KY jelly. "We'll probably need this," he said. I watched him pull the drawstring on his pajama bottom. It dropped to the floor and I got another good look at his gorgeous cock, the same one that filled my mouth and my bottom last night. He stepped out of the garment and moved to the foot of the bed. Then he was on the bed behind me, pulling my hips so my ass was even higher. I was pleading with him not to do this; tears were beginning to well in my eyes and drool from my mouth was falling into the sheets. My pleas, muffled as they were, fell on deaf ears. Brad positioned my body to his satisfaction, telling me very firmly, "Now, don't move." He went to the closet again and returned to the bed, showing me a thin, very flexible cane. "Ever had your ass reddened, Lori?" I shook my head as best I could, begging him not to whip me. My obvious fear only seemed to please him. "Well, let me give you the ground rules. If you don't please me, I'm going to flick this little beauty against your lovely alabaster bottom. A few flicks and I'll begin to see a lovely pinkish hue. Ten or fifteen, and I might see some redness. That really excites me; it's too bad you won't be able to see it." "Keep that bottom 'up,' if you know what I mean - or else." I'd never been so frightened in my life. I was utterly helpless, bound and gagged, in another man's bed. I knew what was coming - the ultimate degradation. Yet my erection betrayed my excitement. Brad moved onto the bed again, behind me. I felt his fingers and hands caressing my ass cheeks, my thighs. I was squirming again, but could not escape his touch. I knew that the teddy was nothing but a strip of fabric in the crack between my cheeks. I was completely at his mercy. I felt him searching the length of the teddy and I remembered it had a snap crotch. Deftly he opened the snaps and pulled it away from my hips. My bottom was completely exposed. Soon I felt his fingers entering my bottom. I wiggled my butt in mild protest. My reward was a flick of the cane. Pain shot through my bottom, and I screamed into the gag. "I warned you, Lori. Behave yourself," Brad sounded like a schoolmaster. But he continued his exploration, while I tried to stay as still as possible. One finger up my rectum became several fingers. I got more and more excited. Soon I sensed him kneeling behind me and then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my innermost passages. He began to enter me, slowly and deliberately, a little at a time. Grunts were escaping from my mouth now, steadily increasing in volume, but I tried to stay still, not wanting another lash from that awful cane. Brad was taking his time, sliding in and out, while he held my hips. Suddenly he plunged deep inside me, stretching my anus to its fullest. The pain was enormous, but so was the pleasure. I soon felt his balls, slapping against my butt, and I tried to rise to meet his powerful thrusts as he slid in and out of me. It felt as if his cock was probing my insides to incredible depths, and I found myself enjoying it totally. I was panting behind the gag, begging him to come inside me, trying to clench my bottom tightly around his wonderful rod. Soon I heard his cries, louder than mine, as he approached orgasm. He was holding my hips so tightly that his grip was actually painful, but I loved it. I was crying, tears falling onto the sheets, but I didn't know whether they were tears of pain or pleasure, and I really didn't care. I felt him explode deep within me and it felt wonderful. I continued trying to rise to meet him, to keep him inside me forever, silently willing him to stay hard and rigid inside my ass. After several minutes Brad slowly slid his cock out of me. I heard the "plop", as his cock was withdrawn. He collapsed on the bed beside me, lying face up. "That was absolutely great, Lori." I smiled at him, and nodded my head in agreement. I felt so much like a woman lying here next to him in his bed. Fifteen minutes or so passed. We lay in bed silently, two satiated lovers. No words were spoken. His silence was voluntary; mine was enforced. But I saw that he was beginning to stir. I was desperate to be released from my bonds, and my hopes soared as Brad sat up and got out of the bed..... Minutes later I found myself kneeling on the living room floor, close to the Ottoman Brad tied me to last night. He led me to this spot by a leash clipped to my collar, after freeing my ankles from the spreader bar. The leash hangs from my collar, touching the floor between my legs. My wrists are still in the grip of the leather cuffs and still bound to my thighs. And this horrible gag - when is he going to remove it? Brad returned from the kitchen, still naked, with a glass of water and something else in his hand, but I couldn't quite make out what the other item was. His hard body looked so sexy to me, but I tried not to show it. He sat on the ottoman, took the leash and pulled me toward him. I shuffled closer, sliding on my knees, pushing as best I could with my bound hands. He pulled on the leash, forcing me to straighten up slightly. I knelt before him, helpless, wearing the briefest of lace. "You'd like that horrible gag removed, wouldn't you Lori?" I nodded vigorously, mewling behind the hard rubber ball. Tears began to well in my eyes. I was trying to speak but the words were muffled. "Well I'll take it out of that pretty mouth, but only if you do something for me in return." I looked at him quizzically at first, but then I decided it didn't matter. I would do anything to have the gag out of my mouth. I nodded agreement, and tried to say yes. Only "mmmph" came from between my lips. "Okay then, but remember my lovely - you agreed." Again I nodded in agreement. He reached for the hem of the teddy and slowly pulled up on it. It slid up my body, then over my head. Brad continued to pull on the delicate fabric, until it was totally off my torso, just bunched up around my arms. Now I was virtually nude. Brad admired my body with a smile on his face. His obvious pleasure excited me. I got even more excited as he ran his fingers lightly over my boyish breasts. I moaned with pleasure as he tweaked my nipples, and I began to squirm from his attention. "I'd like to see some jewelry adorning this lovely body," he said. Then I saw what he carried from the kitchen - nipple clamps!" He clipped one on to each of my nipples. A chain connected the clips. When Brad was done, I felt pinching and pulling on my nipples. The pain brought another "Mmmpph" from between my lips. "Oh, I'll wager you like the nipple clamps, don't you?" I shook my head, trying to tell him how painful they were, but he ignored me. He yanked on the leash and pulled my neck toward him, and then pulled down on the leash so that my face was buried in his lap. His rock- hard cock (already?) rubbed my face and I smelt the musky odors of his manhood. I tried to raise my head but now he had a hand on the back of my head, and he forced my head to remain in his groin area. I was squirming now trying to get free, but he had control and it was useless. I accepted my fate and relaxed. Then he began unbuckling the gag. "Oh thank god," I thought.. "please take it out of my mouth!" Brad straightened me up and gently tugged the dreadful rubber ball from my mouth. "Thank you, Brad," I croaked to him after the gag was removed. "You're quite welcome Lori. Would you like a drink?" I nodded and he put the glass of water to my lips. I drank eagerly of the cool liquid. I thanked him again. "Now....you need to do that something for me, Lori. Okay?" "Y-yes," I said...and he immediately pulled on the leash again. My head was in his groin area again. I knew then what he wanted, and my lips searched for his cock. He had one hand on the leash. With his other he held his erection and guided it to my lips. "Let's see that lovely tongue of yours Lori. Let's see if you can lick me clean." I went to work eagerly, running my tongue the length of his shaft. I tasted his fluids on his cock. I tasted my own body also. As I tongued his cock it got bigger and more rigid. I wished my hands were free so I could touch him, but it was not to be. Brad soon began to make strange noises; they only served to make me work harder. I licked his cock slowly, caressing it with my tongue, like a child savoring a delicious lollipop. He lay back on the Ottoman and opened his legs. I slid between them to get closer, and I took his cock between my lips and began to lightly suck on it. His cock felt so good in my mouth! I swirled my tongue around the tip, and I felt his body react. I did it a second time, and he murmured, "Oh baby," to me. Although I was bound as if I were his slave, I sensed that I was in control at this moment - and I liked it. I began to take him deeper into my mouth, and his erection got even bigger. Brad was beginning to lose control; I could sense it, so I worked even harder, hoping he'd come in my mouth like a roaring locomotive. He sat up, his hands grabbing my head. He was going to come - and I couldn't wait for that moment. His cock was hard as a rock, quivering between my lips. He started spurting semen, and I sucked up every drop I could, greedily milking him till he was dry. Brad had collapsed back onto the Ottoman. Finally he sat up and planted a kiss on my lips, "You are unbelievable," he said. I was glowing with joy, knowing that I'd pleased my lover. I lowered my head on his thigh and tried to rest. CHAPTER THREE After our lovemaking in the living room, Brad freed me from the thigh and wrist cuffs. I quickly slipped into the teddy (after removing the nipple clamps), and went to the bathroom. The rest of the day was spent preparing for a party that Brad had suggested we go to late that night. It was a costume party, and sounded very glamorous, so I was quick to agree. When I asked about our costumes, Brad assured me that it had all been attended to, and that all I had to do was to make myself as pretty as possible. Brad had arranged for all my clothes and belongings to be moved to his apartment from my hotel. I found that out when I went looking for my clothes from the previous night. He had checked me out of the hotel and very generously taken care of my bill. My clothing and everything else was now in a spare bedroom in his apartment. We had a light breakfast. Brad suggested we go the gym for a workout. I liked the idea but I didn't have the right clothes. Brad had taken care of that. He produced several boxes and gave them to me. They contained exercise clothing. He also had gym shoes and socks for me to wear. I liked them, but this would be my first time at a gym club as a woman, and I was very nervous. But Brad reassured me, saying that the club was very crowded and noisy and that no one would be able to tell - "...you're very beautiful Lori. Believe me." The club was only a block or two from Brad's apartment. I had chosen a red long-sleeved leotard, cut high on my thighs. Over it I wore knit gym shorts. My hair was a mess but I wore a baseball cap and threaded my hair in a ponytail through the opening in the back of the hat. I spent an hour with Brad at the gym - mostly on a stationery bike and treadmill. Brad worked hard on some nautilus devices, and also with free weights. I had been very self-conscious when we arrived, but I eventually relaxed and enjoyed working up a sweat. I noticed a few men glancing my way as I worked out; I wondered what they were thinking. When we were finished Brad took me to a tanning salon. And at Brad's suggestion I took advantage of an opportunity to indulge myself in a tanning session. By the end of the afternoon I was a little tired but I was enjoying myself. Brad had charmed me - that much I was sure of. When he held my hand as we walked back to his apartment, my heart was pounding with excitement. He had dinner delivered to his apartment. It was so romantic dining with him, sipping wine, and pestering him with questions about the party and our costumes. He laughed at my curiosity, and insisted that I be patient. After I showered and fixed my hair, I was putting on my makeup when Brad came into my bedroom and showed me what I would be wearing. It was very cute, but very revealing. It was a two-piece outfit and consisted of a plaid, pleated skirt and a midriff top. The two pieces were done in a red plaid. The skirt was a hip-hugger style and very short - just 11 inches. The top was elasticized both above and below the breast line. I loved it, but wondered if I could really wear it. Brad re-assured me, telling me how lovely I would look as his "schoolgirl lover!" I worked carefully on my makeup wanting to look as beautiful as possible for Brad. He checked in on me several times, asking me if I was ready, but I shooed him away, telling him I wanted to look lovely for him. To complete the outfit Brad gave me a pair of red ruffled panties and white thigh-high stockings. The stockings had a satin top and a very feminine bow at the tops. The overall effect was, as Brad suggested, very "schoolgirl-ish." I couldn't wait to put it on! Brad also gave me something else to wear. It was a flesh-colored latex undergarment. Brad referred to it as a "cache sex." It was worn low on the waist and had a thin but powerful latex strip which went between my legs. It was meant to minimize as much as possible the "bulge" between my legs. He helped me put it on. Having him so near excited me, but this device quickly smoothed my pubic area. It forced my penis and testicles down and back between my legs. It was uncomfortable, but Brad assured me I would get used to it. Brad gave me a pair of plain black shoes to wear with my outfit. They were strap-on's and went well with the rest of my outfit. But Brad told me that he would ask me to change shoes in something much sexier when we got to the party. I dressed as quickly as I could. When I appeared in the living room, Brad looked up, and I pirouetted for him. "Do you like it?" I asked. Brad stood up and said, "You look absolutely gorgeous. Everyone at the party is going to be jealous of your escort." He took me in his arms and kissed me. I threw my arms around his shoulders and returned his kiss. "We have to go," he announced as he broke our embrace. "Our car is waiting." He gave me a knee-length coat to wear. He didn't want anyone else in the apartment building to see me in my costume when we left the building. I walked arm in arm with Brad to the elevator and through the lobby, keeping my coat tightly closed. No one even gave us a second look. Outside a stretch limousine awaited us. The chauffeur tipped his cap as I approached and held the door open for me. I stepped in and slid across the seat. Brad followed me in the rear seat and sat close to me. The chauffeur closed the door and went round to the driver's seat. The limousine had tinted glass, so no one outside could see us inside. And another sheet of dark glass separated us from the chauffeur In a minute we were on our way. Brad turned to me and said, "Let's lose that coat, Lori." He helped me to remove the coat and tossed it aside. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I was surprised yet pleased at the intensity of his kiss, and I returned it. Soon our tongues were clashing as we explored each other's mouth. I was getting so excited. Brad had a devastating effect on me. Effortlessly he picked me up and swung me across his lap, straddling his legs. I held his face in my hands and explored his mouth with my tongue. He dropped his hands to his sides as I kissed him passionately. I felt his fingers sliding over my nylon-clad legs. The short skirt was bunched around my waist, and Brad's hands were soon caressing my thighs above the stockings. His touch thrilled me and shivers ran up my spine. After what seemed hours of our passionate kissing and fondling, I slid to the floor before him, wanting to suckle his beautiful cock. As I fumbled for his zipper, Brad stopped me. "Not now my sweet, I wouldn't want you to go the party looking like you'd just stumbled out of bed." I pouted, but I understood - Brad wanted me to look heavenly when we entered the party. "Besides," he said, "we need to get you ready for the party." I looked at him quizzically, but he replied knowingly, "..just wait Lori, you'll understand." I moved back on to the seat and fussed with my hair and repaired my makeup. Satisfied with the results of my primping, I put my compact in the little bag that Brad had given me. Brad was rummaging in one of the compartments in the limousine while I had been checking my makeup. He slid back towards me with several items. "Put these on," he said, as he handed me a pair of outrageous platform shoes, "we're almost there." They were made of clear Lucite with a platform and what looked like 4-inch heels. "Oh Brad, I don't know," I said, wondering if I could ever walk in those shoes. "Don't be silly, Lori. They're perfect. They'll look great with your outfit, and will make those gorgeous legs look even sexier." I blushed at his compliment, and quickly decided to try them on. Once they were on, I had to agree with Brad - they looked fabulous. Now if I could just manage to stand and walk in them all night! "Turn around sweetie, so I can complete your outfit." I looked at Brad and saw that he had a few lengths of white rope in his hands. "Brad, what's that for?" I couldn't understand what he intended to do. "Well you're my naughty schoolgirl, and you need to be properly restrained," he explained. "But Brad - that's not necessary. I'll do whatever you ask," I whined. But Brad insisted, arguing that this was a costume party, and my being bound was part of the fantasy. I reluctantly agreed, and at Brad's urging I turned my back to him and put my wrists behind my back. Brad expertly tied my wrists together after insuring my hands were palm to palm. I complained that he tied them too tightly, but he dismissed my objections. And then he used another length of rope to tie my elbows together! I struggled and pleaded but I could not deter him. He bound them so tightly that my elbows touched! "Brad! Please! This hurts!" But Brad ignored my pleas. "I know it's tight Lori. But you look even sexier with your arms bound that way. You'll make me the envy of every man and woman at the party. At that point I didn't care about that. I squirmed about on the seat trying to loosen the ropes, but I quickly realized that Brad had tied me with no chance of escape. I could not sit straight in the seat because of the way my arms were bound. I had to lean forward to relieve the pressure on my arms and shoulders. Brad then produced a set of narrow leather cuffs. He quickly buckled a cuff around each of my ankles as I watched helplessly. "We'll need these later," he said with a knowing smile. I just sat there fuming. Beside the discomfort of my arms being so tightly bound, I was worried about my ability to walk in the shoes I was now wearing. Within a few minutes we turned into a long driveway and approached an enormous house that looked almost like an estate. "We're here," Brad announced. He leaned over and kissed me - very passionately. Despite my restricted state and despite my anger with him, I returned his kiss. His tongue probed between my lips. I felt his hand behind my head, caressing my neck. Oh, how I loved his touch! Suddenly he ended the kiss and before I knew what was happening he was jamming an enormous ball gag into my mouth! I tried to refuse to take it but he had one hand behind my head and he worked the hard rubber ball behind my teeth. With my hands bound I was virtually helpless. He buckled the strap behind my neck, making sure that the gag was very tight. I glared at him and flailed out with my legs, trying to kick him, but he just chuckled at my efforts. "You are a naughty schoolgirl, aren't you? Well we can fix that." He took a short length of chain and connected the leather cuffs at my ankles. The chain was only about 18 inches. It prevented any further attempts at kicking him, and I would soon learn that it would restrict my walking ability significantly. The limousine stopped in front of a beautiful home. It looked more like a country estate. There were quite a few other limousines as well as a lot of cars parked in the circular driveway. Brad climbed out of the limousine when the chauffeur opened the door. "Come on, Lori." I just glared at him; there was no way I could get out of the limousine bound as I was. Brad turned to the chauffeur. "George please assist Miss Lori." George climbed halfway into the back seat, put one arm under my legs, and the other behind my back. Effortlessly he lifted me out of the car. I found myself in George's arms outside the vehicle, squirming vainly to get loose. "Put her down George," Brad said. George carefully stood me up on the gravel driveway but steadied me by holding on to my shoulder with one hand. I was thankful for that because I was having difficulty with the platform shoes on the uneven driveway surface. Brad re-entered the limousine, apparently searching for something. To my surprise George took advantage of this opportunity and slipped his hand under my short skirt and fondled my bottom. I shrieked at this sudden invasion but very little sound came through the gag in my mouth. George slipped a finger under my panties and fingered my anus. I tried to keep my cheeks clenched to prevent his access to my tender hole. Thankfully Brad re-emerged quickly from the car and George's hand left my bottom. Brad had a leather collar, which he buckled round my neck. He attached a chain leash to the collar and pulled me toward him. "Come lover," he said, "it's time for our entrance." He kissed me on the gag between my lips and turned toward the house. I followed him, squealing through the gag because he was walking much too fast for me to keep up. The chain limited me to very short steps and the platform shoes made it very difficult to walk. Brad seemed unconcerned, however, and led me toward the house without even a backward glance. As we moved to the front entrance I wondered what was going to happen to Brad's naughty schoolgirl inside the house. I was excited, but I was frightened about what was going to happen to me in there. To Be Continued ??