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A Weekend To Remember Part 1 ? by: Joanie Davis
I love to dress in women's clothes. One weekend as my wife was out of
town I decided to indulge myself. After checking into a nice hotel in
the Atlanta area I carefully shaved my face and legs and applied pink
polish to my fingernails and toenails and smoothed on a pair of suntan
pantyhose. A lace-covered padded bra enhanced my bust and a waist-
cinching girdle gave me more female curves. I stepped into a black
mini-skirt and pulled on a creme colored blouse. Grey high heeled
sandals and a gray belt completed my outfit. After applying lipstick,
eyeshadow, and a touch of rouge I hung large silver hoops from my
pierced ears.
After I admired myself in the mirror for awhile I decided to place
myself into some bondage. That's when I realized that I had left the
bag containing my ropes, nipple clamps, etcetera in the car.
The idea of going outside dressed in public was frightening but also
very exciting. Steeling myself, I took my room key in hand and opened
the door. My heart was pounding but I walked as calmly as possible to
the elevator. As I crossed the lobby I became aware of a large man
staring at me. I felt my face turn red as I hurried on out to my car
and retrieved the missing suitcase.
Retracing my steps through the lobby I was beginning to enjoy myself. I
had never believed myself to be particularly feminine but I was pulling
it off! Of course it may have been due more to the jaded Atlanta
mentality than my clothes and make-up. Thinking of possible bondage
scenes I didn't pay too much attention when someone entered the
elevator behind me. I looked up when a deep masculine voice asked
me for my floor. It was him. The man who had watched me cross the
lobby.
I pitched my voice a bit higher and gave him my floor number. As the
elevator began to rise he smiled and said, "You know, if you're going
to pass for a woman you're really going to have to shave that chest."
Involuntarily I flinched and looked down. Sure enough, a couple of
stray hairs poked accusingly out above the top button of my blouse. I
looked guiltily at the man and said nothing. He continued, "Cat got
your tongue? How about you and I go back up to your room and talk about
it?"
"No, I don't think so," I mumbled as I stared red-faced at the floor.
This was the longest elevator ride of my entire life.
The man's voice got lower and more menacing, "How about I call the
police and tell them that you propositioned me? I bet they'd be
interested in my suspicion that you are some kind of faggot
transvestite."
"Please, I don't want any trouble," I said miserably.
"Well I'd say its way too late for that," continued my new friend
"Hand over that room key." I meekly complied and as the door slide open
he took me by the arm and walked me down the hall.
Taking from me the bag that had caused all of this trouble he pushed me
somewhat roughly towards the bathroom and told me to take care of that
chest hair, and any other hair as well. I closed the door and stood
shaking with my back to it. I thought about the mess I was in and
resolved not to let it get any worse. Opening the door I walked back
into the bedroom but stopped dead at the sight that greeted me there.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed with my toy bag open. Several
coils of rope along with a ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps and a
large dildo were scattered around my bag. But what stopped me cold was
the wicked grin on his face
"I don't think I'm going to be listening to any arguments," he said,
"You get your ass back in there and do what I told you to or I'll just
tie you up and do it myself." I scurried back into the bathroom and
took off my blouse and bra. With shaking fingers I picked up my razor
and stood staring into the mirror. How would I explain this to my wife?
I had managed to hide the fact that I had shaved my legs once by
wearing pajamas pants to bed for several weeks one winter but this was
going to get ugly real quick if I didn't do what this guy said. I
didn't know if he'd really involve the police but I decided that the
lack of body hair would at least be easier to explain than a phone call
from the cops. So I shaved my chest, my belly, and then my armpits as
well.
After putting on my bra and blouse I took a deep breath and opened the
door. As I walked into the larger room I didn't see him at first. For
one joyous moment I believed that he had left. Then a large hand
snaked around from behind me and clamped tightly over my mouth. At the
same time his other arm wrapped around my middle, trapping my arms
against my sides. As I yelled out in surprise he lifted me from the
floor and shoved me towards the bed. He landed on top of me, driving
the air from my lungs and momentarily stunning me. He took advantage of
it, jamming the ballgag into my mouth and buckling it firmly in there.
As I gathered my senses I realized that he had yanked my hands behind
my back and had started to tie my crossed wrists together.
I struggled weakly but as he was sitting astride my butt I didn't have
any leverage and he soon knotted the ropes firmly around my wrists.
Then he wrapped more around my elbows pulling them close together and
cinching them even tighter. He also ran a rope from my elbow cinch
under my right arm and around behind my neck then under my left arm and
back to the cinch. This kept the ropes from being able to slip back
down my arms.
Satisfied, he stood and rolled me over onto my bound arms and smiled
down at me. "I guess we really haven't been properly introduced, my
name is Ken but you can call me Mmmmph!" Pissed off that he was making
fun of me on top of everything else I kicked ut with one sandaled foot
and connected with Ken's thigh. I didn't get much power behind it bound
as I was but his face immediately darkened with rage and he launched
himself at me again.
Ken flipped me roughly over onto my belly again and sat heavily down on
my upper thighs facing towards my feet. Bending my legs at the knees he
pulled each of my feet towards him in turn and unstrapped my shoes,
throwing them carelessly to the floor. Another length of white rope
bound and cinched my ankles side-by-side. Standing once more Ken
grabbed me, pulling me from the bed and depositing me on a chair.
Leaning me forward from the waist he draped my bound arms over the
chair back and then tied yet another length of rope from my wrists to
my ankles. He pulled this line tighter until my feet were pulled
backwards, my nyloned toes suspended above the carpet and my legs
tucked neatly underneath the sturdy chair. Ken tied a final rope around
my thighs binding my legs together just above my knees. All of the
ropes bit deeply into my flesh as I was reduced to squirming and making
ridiculous grunting noises around the ball which was beginning to make
my jaws ache.
"There now I'd like to see you kick me now, bitch!" Ken said gloatingly
as he began to run his hands over me, pushing his hands under and into
the cups of my bra and squeezing my breasts. Ever since I was young
I've had small breasts which gave other kids something to pick on me
about and probably started me down the weird path which led me to this
place, bound to a chair in women's clothing and being molested by a
complete stranger. Ken shoved a hand between my bound thighs and
caressed my penis which hardened in spite of what was being done to me.
Ken leered at my face and said "See baby, I knew you'd like it. We're
going to have so much fun this weekend, but not here. You just sit
still and enjoy yourself while I go and make some arrangements."
While he was saying this Ken had unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra
up around my throat. Picking up the nipple clamps from the bed and
ignoring my frantic head-shaking, he rolled my nipples gently between
his fingers. I moaned involuntarily as they hardened and the bit down
hard on the ballgag as he attached a clamp to each nipple. "So you
won't forget me," he said mockingly. Pulling a pillowcase from the bed
Ken fashioned a blindfold and tied it tightly over my eyes. Then he
kissed me lightly on the cheek and left me.
I heard the door open and close and footsteps recede down the hallway.
I didn't know what sort of 'arrangements' Ken had gone to make but I
certainly had no intentions of being there when he returned. I twisted
and turned in the ropes that held me and screamed as loudly as I could
but soon realized that I could neither free myself or make enough noise
to attract help. I could feel my chin getting wet as I drooled around
the ball in my mouth and my nipples were on fire.
I'm not sure how long I waited there. Blind, silent and tormented by
the tight ropes and fiendish nipple clamps it seemed like hours.
Finally I heard the door open and what sounded like a wheeled cart
being pushed into the room. Momentarily blinded by the brightness as
the cloth was pulled from my eyes, I blinked the tears from my eyes and
looked around me. My clothes were a mess, my blouse open to the waist
and soaked with drool.
Ken smiled at my tear-stained face and joked, "My princess, your
chariot awaits." as he gestured towards a large trunk that he had
wheeled into the room. As I realized that he meant to put me in there I
shook my head sending spit flying and tried to plead with him. He
laughed at my obvious distress and said, "No sweetheart, I want to use
that lovely mouth of yours and I just don't trust you not to raise the
roof. So we're going to go to my place where we can have some privacy."
Ken cut the line joining my wrists to my ankles. Then he set my feet
over into the open trunk, stood me up and then forced me to kneel. He
then reattached the line from wrists to ankles and added a rope from
beneath my knees to behind my neck. It was a very effective ball-tie
crushing my knees to my chest and permitting a almost no movement at
all.
Taking an elastic bandage from his pocket, Ken wrapped it around and
around my bound hands leaving me with two padded fists. Another bandage
was wrapped around my head over the ballgag further silencing my
protests. He then laid me over into the trunk and wadded packing
blankets around my bound form. As I looked fearfully up at Ken I
realized to my horror that I was crying. Ken must have noticed too
because he reached down and softly stroked one heavily bandaged cheek.
"Don't worry baby," he said soothingly, "a couple of days is all I want
and then you can go back to your boring old life free as a bird. But
for this weekend you belong to me. And I'm not about to waste any
time." With that he lowered the trunk lid into place and I heard the
sound of a padlock securing it in place.
I began to feel motion. Ken had brought the trunk to the room on one of
those wheeled carts that hotels provide for luggage so he had no
poblems rolling me right out of the hotel and to his car. As he
rolled me outside I heard a bellhop offer to help Ken lift the trunk
into his car. My mind raced as Ken graciously accepted the offer. I had
to make some kind of noise! I tried to kick the side of the trunk as I
felt it being lifted but there was absolutely no slack in the cords
joining my wrists and ankles so I couldn't draw back to kick. I could
only wiggle my feet and without my shoes on, my stocking clad feet
were making no sound. I also tried knocking with my hands and then
realized why Ken had padded my fists like he had. Bent as I was I could
barely reach the side anyway and the packing blankets muffled my
desperate efforts. I felt the trunk settle and heard the car hatch slam
shut. Another door opened and shut and the car started. I dimly heard
Ken's voice say, "There now, a short ride and we'll be home. I know
you're uncomfortable but I'll give you a break once we're there."
Uncomfortable indeed! I've never been so miserable in my life.
Scrunched up so I could barely get any air and that only through my
nose. Cramped and strained by the tightly applied ropes. And those
damned nipple clamps were still on my breasts. I guess the ride lasted
no more than maybe a half an hour but it certainly felt like longer.
Finally I felt the car come to a stop and shut off. Doors opened and
closed and the trunk was unlocked and opened. Ken cut the ropes holding
my knees to my chest as well as the ones that were hogtieing me. He had
me roll over and stick my bound legs out of the trunk and he freed them
as well.
He said, "Once you get some circulation back I want you to get out of
the trunk and climb out of there."
As I ungracefully kicked and maneuvered myself to do as he instructed,
Ken just stood by and took in the view as my legs parted frequently
offering him crotchshots. I saw that the trunk was still in the rear
section of a large SUV which was in turn parked in a large garage and
workshop area. I also saw with some dismay that he had brought along
all of my baggage. He saw where I was looking and said with a smile, "I
checked you out of your hotel so now no one knows where to find you.
You really ought to relax and enjoy yourself. Hell, you've probably
been fantasizing about this for years."
After I had managed to extricate myself awkwardly from the back of the
car I found myself standing before my captor. He said, "I'm going to
untie you for awhile and give you a chance to go to the bathroom. If
you try to run I swear I'll make you regret it." With that he abruptly
took the clamps off my poor tortured nipples. The pain was so sudden
and intense that I sank to my knees on the cold concrete floor. Ken
began unwrapping the bandage from around my head and then removed the
ballgag, cautioning me against making any noise. My jaws ached from
being pried apart for so long and I just licked my dry lips and said
nothing. After all, I didn't know where I was and I was wearing women's
clothes with my arms still tied tight behind me.
Obviously pleased by my compliance, Ken helped me to my feet and
stepped behind me to begin untieing the ropes around my elbows. I
groaned in relief as the cords loosened and allowed the blood to
circulate again. Finally he released my wrists from their bandage
and rope bondage. I stood meekly with my eyes on the floor. Handing me
my bag and my shoes he pointed me towards a door and said, "There's the
powder room. Get yourself cleaned up and dress for dinner. I'm going to
padlock the door and there are no windows so no funny ideas, you got
that?"
"Yes," I replied softly.
"Yes Sir," he said in return.
"Yes Sir," I complied. I went inside the small room and listened as the
lock was applied to the door, then undressed and showered.
After emerging from the shower I stood looking in the mirror over the
sink. With my chest shaved my tits looked even more like small female
breasts. I put on a black bra and thong panty set as well as a fresh
pair of pantyhose, in black this time. A black slip for under my little
black dress (every girl needs one!) and a pair of black leather pumps
with 3-inch heels completed my outfit. I carefully applied my makeup,
adding mascara and eyeliner. Then I waited, nervous as hell for
whatever came next.
Eventually I heard footsteps approaching and the padlock being removed
from the door. Ken was very gallant as he escorted me upstairs to
dinner. We had a very elegant and romantic dinner. All sorts of strange
feelings were clamoring for attention as I tried to sort out my
feelings at this odd turn of events. On the one hand I was being held
against my will but on the other I was living a long-held fantasy.
During dinner I had told Ken that I called myself Joanie when in my
female persona and when he laid his fork down he said, "Stand up and
turn around Joanie, I intend to make dessert of you." I stood and began
to turn but then suddenly gave into my impulse to run.
Ken had apparently been expecting my attempt at flight and simply stuck
out a foot and I found myself flying as I tripped over it. I landed
hard and he landed on top of me. I tried to scramble out from under him
but couldn't get any traction on the hardwood floor in my nylons. He
soon had my wrists and elbows securely bound again. Ignoring my pleaded
protests Ken pulled me to my feet. He pushed me towards a kitchen chair
and sat me down on it roughly. Taking some rope, he began winding it
around my waist, securing my hips tightly to the back of the chair.
Grabbing my bound wrists, he pulled them upward towards the top of the
chair back, forcing me to lean forward.
He tied my wrists to the top of the chair back securely, my torso
pushed forward with my head hanging slightly. Moving to my right side,
he removed my shoe and wound rope around my ankle. Pulling my foot up
and back, he lashed it securely to the side rail of the chair back, my
toes just an inch above the carpet. Then he moved to the other side and
repeated the process, stopping long enough to remove and discard my
remaining shoe.
I turned my head towards him and tried to determine what he had planned
for me. Ken produced a strange device, a metal ring, about an inch and
a half or so in diameter, with leather straps and buckles. He pushed my
head down, resting it against his hard stomach and forced the metal
ring into my mouth, pushing my jaws apart. My lips wrapped around
the cold metal and my tongue darted in and out through the ring as I
tried to form words. My language was garbled as he buckled the leather
strap behind my head. He then stepped backward and watched me work the
ring in my mouth, trying to speak coherently, although the ring
prevented me from doing so.
I suddenly froze as I noticed that he was unbuckling his belt. My eyes
widened as he unsnapped and zipped his jeans down. He pulled them down
to his ankles and his manhood sprang out towards me. I began struggling
and gurgling unintelligibly as he stepped forward. He was 7 solid
inches, if he was an inch. His cock sagged heavily with lust. I turned
my head from side to side as his cock was pointed straight towards my
nose.
Tied in this position, he could comfortably skull-fuck me without a
problem. He grabbed a handful of hair and held my head still as he
placed the head of his thick cock into the ring, letting it rest on my
stretched lower lip. My breath quickened as I anticipated the coming
violation. My hands twisted and pulled futilely against the ropes, my
feet stretched towards the floor, my nylon clad toes dangling uselessly
above the carpet.
I crossed my eyes as I tried to look down on his shaft, trying to gauge
just how much I might be able to handle. Before I could, he pushed
himself to the back of my throat. I felt his head slide across the top
of my tongue and bottom out against my tonsils. I gagged slightly
as his cock filled my mouth entirely. My face was pressed against his
crotch, my nose buried deeply in his musky hair.
He slowly fucked my helpless mouth, as I struggled against the ropes.
His grip was firm in hair, preventing me from resisting. He began to
increase the speed and depth of his strokes, and I could do little but
try not to choke on him. What seemed to be an eternity lasted about 10
minutes. I heard him moan and realized his orgasm was close. He grabbed
my hair violently and slammed himself deep into my throat as he
exploded inside me. I choked slightly as his cum slid down my throat.
He relaxed his grip and slowly withdrew, his cock still spewing cum
into my mouth and on my face. He took his cock and, using it like a
butterknife, spread his cum all over my face.
He stepped away and let go of my head, letting it hang wearily, his cum
slowly dripping from my open mouth. Stepping backward, he pulled his
jeans back on. Then he opened a drawer and retrieved my ballgag. He
held it with one hand while unbuckling the ring gag with the other. I
attempted no protest as he shoved the ballgag into my mouth forcing his
cum back into my throat, where I weakly swallowed it. He buckled the
gag tightly behind my head, and left the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
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