Don't Ever Get Caught ? by: Cissykay
My marriage of three years was everything I had dreamed of growing up.
Cheryl, my wife, was a fantastically beautiful woman who also had a brain.
She worked as a senior account manager for an investment firm in South
Florida. I had just been made a partner in a law firm that did mostly
corporate law, with an occassional high profile divorce thrown in. That's
where I came in. I was a very successful divorce attorney. Cheryl and I
had met in law school. She originally wanted to do the same thing I was
doing, and even passed the bar. She then received the offer from the
investment firm, and it was too good to turn down.
Our sex life was wonderful also. We fit in bed like two spoons. She is
5'10", and so am I. I weigh about twenty pounds more than Cheryl, and
that is due to me having a 32 inch waiste to her 27 inches. We both
liked to get a little kinky in the bedroom. This mostly consisted of
her dressing like a hooker, and then charging me a small fee for her
services. I, at times really got into the game, and went so far as to
purchase over the internet, some mild restraints. I told her that if
she was a hooker, she had to do what the client asked for. I would
usually cuff her to the bed, hand and foot, and use my tongue on her
until she had an orgasm. Then I would release her, and we would make
passionate love for the rest of the night. I even went so far as to
mimic my little slut wife one evening by donning a pair of her 5" heels,
and trying to prance around in them. Although they fit comfortably, (we
also had the same size feet), I couldn't manage to take more than one
step without falling over.
My problem began when Cheryl began to suspect that I was getting a bit
more loving than she was giving me. I took the case of a very well
endowed, and very beautiful woman who was suing her very wealthy
husband for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. I, being the type
of lawyer who consoled my clients in every possible way, took the soon
to be wealthy divorcee to lunch and dinner on several occasions. Well,
one thing led to another, and I comforted her in her bedroom two or
three times. It was apparent that she thought all men were nothing more
than pond scum, but some of us were good enough to shack up with.
I was taking a Friday afternoon off in the hammock that I had stretched
out in the back yard. Cheryl had just brought me one of my favorite
cocktails, and I was beginning to feel quite relaxed. I was so relaxed
in fact, that I promptly fell off to sleep. When I awoke, I saw Cheryl
sitting on her lawn chair with a drink in her hand. She was watching
T.V. and seemed to have a wide grin on her face. As I tried to shift my
body to get up from the hammock, I couldn't move. While I was asleep,
Cheyrl had fastened my now naked body to the hammock. My hands and feet
were securely tied to the mesh of the hammock with lengths of rope.
Not only that, the hammock had been totally wrapped around my body, and
tied together with rope. I was effectively encased in a nylon rope
cocoon. The T.V. was situated so I could see a movie of myself and my
client making love in her bedroom.
Soon after that, Barbara, a now wealthy client wandered into the back
yard. Cheryl poured her a drink, and Barbara walked up to me to survey
what had been done. "Well, it doesn't look like this pig will be going
anywhere soon."
"No, he's pretty well tied up at the moment," Cheryl began to giggle, and
then a look I had never seen before possessed her. She looked as if she
could take a knife to my private parts right there on the spot. "Well
honey, it appears to me that you like to have some fun while I'm at work,
and you're counseling your distraught wives. Barbara and I are going to
have a little fun of our own before this day is over."
Barbara had the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen on a woman
in my life. I had one of the biggest erections I had experienced in mine.
"Let's finish our pitcher of drinks. I don't think our little captive
here will object." The two ladies took the better part of the next hour
chatting about the type of things that women talk about, and didn't
give me so much as a look. I tried with everything in me to free myself
without appearing to be in a panic. When they had their fill of the
martinis, they talked softly for a minute, and then Barbara went into
the house while Cheryl came over to me.
"O.K. Cheryl, you've had your fun. I can explain what you saw on the
video. Now just get me out of this and sit down so I can talk to you."
"Ken, my darling, you can't even begin to imagine the fun Barbara and I
are going to have today. The fun has just begun." With that, I saw Barbara
returning, pushing a gurney like one would find in a hospital. She
proceeded to lower the table until it slid under my bound torso, and then
Barbara started to raise the table until I was laying on it. Cheryl then
unhooked the hammock from its posts, and before I knew it, I was being
wheeled to the garage, and put in the back of Barbara's SUV. With the back
seat folded down, I was able to fit quite comfortably.
Barbara and Cheryl then got in and we were on our way. Barbara drove for
about fifteen minutes. I wasn't able to see anything from my prone
position except the house and tree tops. Finally, we pulled into a long
driveway and drove into a huge garage. I knew immediately that we were
now at the house I won for Barbara in her divorce, since I had been there
before, and parked in the same garage. Once inside, Barbara must have
pushed a button on her key ring alarm, because the garage door closed. The
two girls then pulled the gurney and my bound body out of the car, and
wheeled by into the basement of the house. I could see that the basement
was beautifully finished, with doors leading to two separate rooms off the
main room. I was left in the middle of the basement, and Barbara went into
one of the side rooms. She quickly reappeared with a black leather strap
that had a ball in the middle. The strap was fastened around my mouth, and
the ball was forced in. Barbara fastened what I now knew was a gag in
place.
Cheryl was the first to speak. "We thought the gag was a good idea for
the moment, because I want you to just listen without trying to insert
any feeble excuses for your actions. In a few minutes, we're going to go
into Barbara's fun room, and you will do everything you are told to do
without one word. If you fight us in any way, life as you know it is over.
I will sue for divorce, and as you know, I'll get everything you have now,
and every penny you'll earn in the next twenty years. Am I making myself
clear?"
All I could do was nod, because I was unable to speak with the gag in my
mouth. We are going into the other room, and you will do exactly as
instructed. Now, you may think you can escape from here, and maybe you
can, but all you will succeed in doing is to run away naked, and in the
process lose everything."
The gurney was then wheeled into the next room, and it looked like a spare
bedroom with a few strange features. I could see some eye bolts fastened
to the ceiling and floor in various places throughout the room. I had no
idea what they could be used for, but I soon found out.
The first thing Barbara did was to remove the gag and warn me again not
to speak a word. I did as I was told because I knew I was in deep shit
here. "If you do as you're told, we'll discuss our future together, when
we're through." My heart jumped. The way Cheryl spoke, I knew there was a
chance to save our marriage. This made it all the more important that I
appease these two. I was then lifted off the gurney, and both women
started to release me from my web. They laid me on the floor, and started
at the bottom. When my left foot was finally, released, Barbara produced
and leather cuff, and locked it around the ankle. She then took about a
ten foot length of chain, and locked one end to the cuff, and the other to
one of the eyebolts in the floor. I was then tethered to the floor with no
way to free myself without the key. Then they untied the rest of the
ropes, and I was able to stand.
As I looked around the room, I saw that it contained a very expensive four
poster bed, a lighted makeup table, and another door leading off this
bedroom. A victorian chair was situated at the front of the makeup table.
It appeared to be a normal guest room except for the hooks.
"Are you ready to start having some fun sweetie?" I nodded my head not
knowing what they had in mind. "The first thing you are to do is go to the
makeup table, and in the top left hand drawer, you will find a tube of
gel, and a razor. You're to take them out, and go through the door. It is
the downstairs shower. You're to take a shower, and then apply the
contents of the tube to your entire body, from your neck down. There is no
need to acknowledge, because I know you can follow directions. And while I
think of it, don't close the shower door. We want to make sure that you
are doing as you're told. Please don't forget to shave your face very
close."
I removed the tube and noticed that the label had been removed. I then
walked into the shower. The chain attached to my ankle was just long
enough for me to stand in the middle. I turned the hot water on, and
took a long soothing shower. I the opened the tube, and applied the
contents to my entire body.
"Now, just stand there until I tell you to rinse the gel off." I noticed
that as soon as I got into the shower, Barbara disappeared into another
room. After about fifteen minutes I was instructed to turn the shower back
on, and rinse the gel off. To my great surprise, all of my body hair went
down the drain along with the gel. I was now completely devoid of any body
hair except for my head and eyebrows. "O.K. come on out, and dry yourself
off so I can see how you've done. As I dried myself off Cheryl just
giggled and told me that I did a very good job.
Barbara now reappeared and took a seat next to Cheryl. She was carrying
another pitcher of drinks for the girls. Although I couldn't see a clock,
I thought it must be about 6:00 P.M. Barbara spoke up next. "This is where
it gets a little tricky love. Just do as I tell you, and everything will
turn out fine. The next thing you are to do is turn the chair at the
makeup table sideways, and go into the top right drawer of the vanity and
remove the items that you find. I rearranged the chair as instructed, sat
down, and opened the drawer. It contained a black very lacy bra, a pair of
lifelike looking breasts, and another small tube. "First, put the bra
around your chest backwards, and fasten the hooks. Remember, not one word
of protest." I was beginning to see where the girls were going with this
little game of theirs. They wanted to humiliate me for my infidelity.
There are worse things that can happen, so I decided to play along. I also
noticed that again, I had a raging hard-on. I didn't know why, but it must
have been because I was sitting naked before these beautiful creatures.
I did as I was told and fastened the bra around my chest with the cups
facing backwards. "Now, turn the bra around so it is on correctly, and put
your arms through the straps. See, you now know how we ladies get those
awful things on. Now please insert one of the fake tits into each cup." I
did that and saw that I now had a pair of huge breasts, most definitely
bigger than Cheryl's.
"Now, I want you to feel the breasts inside the bra. Go ahead, grab a
handful. I know you know how to do that. You grabbed mine enough times.
Oh, sweetie, where's that big lovely smile that you give the ladies. This
was getting comical, and even without realizing it, I was smiling as if I
was enjoying this stupidity.
"Now, remove one of the breasts, and apply a liberal amount of gel to the
inside of the breastform. Then do the other." I did it as quickly as I
could. The sooner I was finished with this weird game, the sooner I could
get back to normal. As soon as I had replaced the tits in the bra, I was
told to press against the tits for about thirty seconds. When I was
through, I knew immediately that I had applied some sort of adhesive to
the breasts to help keep them in place.
Now I was sitting there with nothing on but a black bra and big tits.
Now it was Cheryl's turn. "O.K. darling, second drawer on the left. I'm
sure you won't need any instruction, since you've seen me dressed in
these items many times. I opened the drawer, and found a pair of black
lace panties, and a waist cincher. I got up from the chair and stepped
into the panties. Here comes that silly erection again. They actually
felt so smooth against my now hairless body. These panties were definitely
expensive real silk. Next, I wrapped the waist cincher around myself, and
pulled the laces.
"We want this as tight as you can make it, so pull tight muscleman." I
pulled it as tight as I could, and wrapped the laces twice around my
waist, and tied off the ends. "Boy, you're beginning to take on a great
shape honey. If I knew you'd look this pretty in my undies, I'd have had
you do it long ago." Both girls broke out into a laugh that was half
enjoying what I was being subjected to, and half the booze.
"O.K., now the second drawer on the right." I opened it and discovered
the silk stockings that obviously would attach to the garters hanging
from the cincher, and Cheryl's sexiest pair of black 'fuck me pumps' with
the 5" heels and the ankle straps. I rolled up the first stocking as I had
seen Cheryl do many times. "Hey, you're pretty good at that."
I was about to wisecrack back at Barbara, but I remembered my warning
about not saying one word on penalty of divorce. I rolled the stocking
up the leg that didn't have the cuff on it, and attached it to the tabs
on the garter. Barbara then produce another identical length of chain
attached to a cuff and I was told to put it around the stockinged leg
and lock it on. I was thrown a key and told to remove the other cuff.
Next, I was told to put on the other stocking, which I did. "Now take
the left shoe, open a drawer, and put the shoe on. I placed the left
shoe on my foot, and had some difficulty fastening the strap even with
my foot perched on the open drawer. Now stand up and attach the first
cuff to the ankle with the shoe on it. Again I was given a key and
removed the other cuff. I then put on the other shoe and fastened the
strap. "Now attach the other ankle cuff, and throw the two key to me."
I did as I was told. Now I had both my ankles cuffed and bolted to the
floor.
"O.K., next step. Why don't you bring us another pitcher of those great
drinks Barbara. This could take awhile." Barbara left and told Cheryl
not to start until she returned. This part I just have to see with my
own eyes." As soon as she returned and poured two drinks, I was told to
put the chair back facing the vanity, and remove all the items from the
small drawer in the middle. It was a full array of makeup.
"O.K. lover, first take the foundation base and the wide brush, and apply
it to your entire face in a thin layer." Cheryl was now laughing
hysterically. I tried to comply, but I knew I wasn't doing a very good
job. Now take the skin colored rouge, and apply it over the foundation. I
did that, and now I looked worse. Then came the eye shadow, eyeliner, and
lipstick. I had taken a good thirty minutes to perform the application,
and looked like a fool. Just then Barbara left the room to fetch the
third pitcher of drinks.
By this time, both ladies had half a bag on. When she returned, both
Barbara and Cheryl surveyed my work. "This will never do Barbara. We're
going to have to give him some help here." Cheryl then removed the makeup,
and proceeded to reapply it. She was so good at this that it took her half
the time to make my face up, and as I looked in the mirror, I was a
strikingly attractive female. As soon as she was finished, Barbara
disappeared again, but this time didn't come back with drinks. I guess
that I must have used too much eyeliner, shadow and lipstick, because
Cheryl had to use a different bottle and tube of each.
Cheryl and Barbara, now sitting again instructed me to open the small
drawer on the vanity top and remove what I found. I found a complete
set of two inch false nails, and the adhesive to attach them. "Go ahead
pumpkin, you've seen me put those on before." I started to glue on the
nails until I had all ten in place. Next came the two coats of bright
red polish that I noticed matched my lipstick. When I was finished, I
was now totally dressed and madeup as a woman except I was only wearing
undies. I knew that this ordeal was almost over, and not too soon for
me. I did learn one thing so far though. It isn't as easy as you may
think for a woman to become beautiful for us men.
"Now my love, for the last two few steps, and we'll be finished. Open
the other tiny drawer on the vanity and remove the next stage." I did
as I was ordered, and found my neckless, ear rings, and bracelets. I
had no problem putting these items on, and my transformation was now
complete. The wristbands were bright red, and seemed to look a little
strange. Each band had a small gold knob on the inside. I had no idea
how any woman would wear these, but what did I know.
"Last my love, go get the packages on floor in the corner, and put them
on the bed." I did and was told to open the largest box first. I opened
the box and found a bright red leather mini skirt. "Now slip the dress
over your head, and pull it into place. I did that quite easily. "Now
the next biggest box." I opened that and found a matching leather top
that was almost like a vest. I put it on, and it covered the bra, and
showed plenty of cleavage. I could see in the vanity mirror that I
looked very sexy, cheap, but sexy. Here comes that rotten swelling cock
again.
I figured we were opening boxes biggest to smallest, so I reached for the
next box without being told. It was a Farah Faucet looking blonde wig. I
went to the mirror, and place the wig on my head and adjusted it until it
was perfect. I could tell it was made of human hair, and it didn't even
need any brushing out. "Only two more boxes, and we're through dear."
I opened the next box and found a very wide belt that when put around my
waist, made the entire outfit look as if it were one piece. The belt had
three gold studded holes on each side. I fastened the belt and only had
one small box to open. As I did, I was astonished to find a matching red
leather choker, with the word 'SLUT' engraved in gold.
This was beginning to go too far, but I was so anxious to get this clown
show over with, that I just fastened it around my neck. The box also had a
very small gold lock that went through a studded hole in the collar. "Lock
it in place, precious, or we stop right here." By now she was so drunk she
was slurring.
I was now decked out like an actual slut. "Look at our red leather hooker
Barbara. Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" She is most definitely a
heartbreaker all right. Sexy as hell too." Barbara then began talking to
me. She was slurring worse than Cheryl. "Now go sit at the vanity, and put
one more coat of lipstick on, and the sealer on top. Be very careful not
to mess Cheryl's work up."
As Barbara took off one more time, I went to put the lipstick and sealer
on. When she returned, she had yet another pitcher of drinks. These two
were going to be in a coma any minute now. She was also carrying a
videotape. She inserted the tape into the player and took hold of the
controler.
"O.K. baby, now take your chair and turn it around so it's facing us, and
stand in front, so we can get a good look at you." As I stood there, the
girls came closer to inspect me at close range. "I'm not sure that these
bracelets are what we want here. What do you think Ken? It's O.K. you can
talk now. You've been a peach by not saying one word all evening."
"Well, they do look really cheap. Like cosmetic jewelry, and bad jewelry
at that. These knobs are ridiculus."
"Let's see if the color matches the belt. I did pick them out in a hurry
yesterday." With that, each girl took a wrist and brought it down to
compare the color of the bracelets and the belt. I then heard two
distinctive clicks, and instantly my wrists were attached to by belt.
"There, that should hold you while we all watch a movie. I was shoved into
the chair and Barbara hit the play button on the VCR.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a film of everything that had taken
place. "As you'll notice Ken, the camera was set up in such a manner that
the ankle restraints never comes into view. And, by not talking, it
appears that we were not in the room. Looks like you just dressed yourself
in women's clothing because you're a pervert. And, I especially like the
part where you apply your makeup. You'll notice that the film only shows
the back of you when you're putting it on. I went into the other room, and
turned the recorder off while Cheryl applied it correctly. But, it looks
as if you were expert at doing it on your own."
"Barbara, it's now about 9:00 P.M. I think it's about time the girls went
out for a night on the town."
"You aren't taking me out with you two nuts to clubs with me dressed like
this."
"Oh, don't worry sugar, we're not going to bring you inside any clubs
dressed like a hooker."
"Good, I know too many people in this city."
"We don't have time to take all this stuff off of you now, especially
since the breastforms can't be removed without a special solvent, and
that's at our house. Oh, and the lipstick and eye makeup need a special
remover as well. It's kinda semi-permanent. So, you'll just have to come
along for the ride." It was then that Barabra hooked a chain between my
ankle cuffs which will force me to take small, mincing steps. The two
other chains were then removed, and I was helped to my feet.
"We'll help you to the car honey, I wouldn't want you to trip and smudge
your makeup." I was led to the car and placed in the back seat. As we
drove into the city, the girls were giggling like the two drunks they
were. Twice, Barbara almost drove right off the road. They just laughed.
When we reached our destination, Barbara parked the car about a block
away from a club that was in a very seedy neighborhood. I immediately
saw my Mercedes convertable parked in the next block. "What the hell is
my convertible doing here. It could be stolen."
"We just thought you may want to drive home later, as Barbara and I will
be out till the wee hours of the morning." Barbara then came to the rear
seat of the car and was about to release my seatbelt, when she gasped.
"Oh, I almost forgot something. I must be drunk already." She produced a
short length of chain and a tiny lock from her purse. She attached the
chain to the lock at the back of my collar. Then she helped me out of the
car. "We'd better hurry up. It's almost 9:30, and we told everybody to
show up at 9:45. In front of her car just to the left was a metal no
parking sign.
I was brought in front of the sign, and told I could lean against the
post. It was one of those metal posts that for some reason had holes
running all the way up the middle. "Let's get these silly ankle cuffs off
you." Cheryl knelt, and began removing the cuffs. My arms were still
fettered to my sides. As she did this, Barbara said she was going to
remove the collar. "On second thought, this doesn't have the effect I had
hoped for." I was told to bend my head forward just a bit. She the reached
behind the collar, and instead of removing it, she threaded the chain
through a hole in the post and locked the other end. I was now chained to
the sign in an erect position.
"There we go Cheryl, we finally have this piece of shit of a man as we
wanted him. Let's get the belt off and go on our way. Cheryl then
unfastened the belt, and pushed a button on each of the insides, freeing
my hands. I tried to grab her as soon as she did that, but she wasn't so
drunk that she had any trouble jumping out of reach.
"There, there slut, is that any way to attack your wife? Just relax, the
party will begin in just a few minutes." With that the girls left, and I
was standing there, chained to a post, in cheap neighborhood, with no way
to free myself. It was a very short time later that a young girl showed
up and asked what I was doing there. "Aren't you Mr. Burns, the attorney?
Why are you dressed like a cheap hooker? Not that you look bad."
I didn't know what to say to this girl, so I said nothing. If there was
one thing I learned in law school its, when you're in this type of
situation, don't say a word. "How long have you been a cross-dresser? By
the way everything is so well done, I'd say a long time."
"Will you please just try to get this collar off my neck, so I can get
out of here." The girl walked behind me and shook the lock and chain.
"This isn't coming off without a key, or a boltcutter." I'll get someone
to release you if you'll come clean and tell me how long you've been
dressing in woman's clothing?" I knew that if I told this young lady that
I was forced into this situation by two drunken females, she wouldn't buy
it for a minute. So I told her what I thought she wanted to hear. "I've
been doing this since I was a teenager."
"Did you have an unhappy childhood, or did you just like to dress in your
mother's or sister's clothing."
"I don't have any sisters. I used to dress in my mother's things when I
was young. Will you please get something to get me out of this now?"
"O.K., I'll call a locksmith. Don't go anywhere until I get back."
"You're very funny young lady."
"I'll go to the club up the street and call."
She no sooner got out of sight when my biggest fear was realized. It
was the police, and they were pulling over. "Well, what the hell do we
have here?" It was a redheaded female officer. Her partner was also
a female. "Honey, you don't even try to hide what you're doing, like
most of the hookers around here. You're new. Have I seen you before?"
I just shook my head. As she got closer she blurted out, "Hey partner,
I got some news for you. This broad has an Adams apple. This is a guy.
And I think I've seen him before. Are you sure I haven't busted you
before fag?"
"I'm not a fag officer."
"Then what the hell are you doing in this neighborhood, dressed as a
prostitute? Trying to pick up lesbians?" I didn't answer her. "Now I
remember that face. You're Ken Burns, the attorney." I was done for.
"Well, Mr. Ken Burns, rich and cocky attorney, I'm going to cite you for
soliciting as a female. You'll have to appear in court when the citation
arrives. I want to see you talk your way out of this." She wrote the
citation, and ordered me to get my transvestite ass out of her sector. I
was lucky she didn't walk behind me to see that I was chained to the post.
As they were leaving, the other officer walked up to my ear. She
whispered, "Good luck honey, you're going to need it," as she placed a
small envelope in my hand.
As soon as they left I opened the envelope, and found the key to the lock
on the collar, and my car key. I fumbled for about five minutes, but
finally opened the lock, and freed myself. I don't know if the young girl
had called the locksmith, and I wasn't about to hang around to find out. I
jumped in my car and drove off.
My only option was to drive home. When I arrived, I was shocked to see
Barbara's car in the driveway. I was so shook up I didn't even remove
my heels before I ran in the house. As soon as I walked through the
door, I saw Barbara and my wife sitting in the den drinking more booze.
"So how was your evening sweety?" Barbara just sat there while Cheryl
wanted the details. "You'll find out how my evening was just as soon as
I get out of this get-up. I'm going to break every fucking bone in your
body."
"Oh look Barbara, she even talks like a cheap whore now. I guess we did a
good job in her transformation. Now slut, you'll listen to me. You'll get
out of the get-up as you call it when I tell you to. Have you forgotten
already that I have a full-length feature of you dressing yourself up as a
woman. Now shut up and digest what I'm going to say.
The young girl that approached you this evening couldn't wait to call as
soon as she left you. You have no idea how thankful she was to get the
biggest story she's had since she went to work for the local newspaper.
Not to mention the court date. Your going to have to explain to a judge
what you were doing.
I'll have all I need to file for divorce and financially ruin you. With
all that I've accomplished this evening, and the film I have of you
playing 'hide the salami' with Barbara, you'll lose everything. The law
firm will suffer greatly, and I'm sure they'll be right on my heels in
court to sue you for whatever I don't get. Bottom line here is, you're
the one who got fucked here. Now get your cheating ass upstairs, and
get ready for bed. Be sure to put on the nightie that has been left out
for you. I'll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in."
I had no choice but to comply with my wife's demands. I went upstairs,
removed my skirt and vest, and put on the nightie over the lingerie. About
fifteen minutes later, my wife came into the room. "You'll find your brand
new black leather maid's outfit in the closet. We expect breakfast at 7:00
A.M. sharp. Oh, and be sure to fasten the posture collar that's hanging
beside you're uniform securely in place, and lock it on. See you in the
morning sexy." I went to sleep wondering what was in store for me. I'm
sure I don't know what it is, but I am sure I won't like it.
Don't Ever Get Caught Chapter 2
I had a very uneasy night. As much as I tried, I couldn't sleep as I kept
replaying all that had happened to me in the last twelve hours. I knew
that everything I had worked for since college was now gone. Cheryl would
most certainly file for a divorce first thing Monday morning. I awoke at
6:00 AM and laid in bed trying to get my thoughts together. I had two days
to convince her that I would change my ways, and never be unfaithful to
her again. After all, I did love her very much, and I didn't want to lose
her. I resigned myself to do whatever it would take to give me one more
chance. I finally got myself out of bed, and went to the closet to get the
maid's outfit.
I struggled to get into my new uniform. After a few minutes I had the
zipper up and looked at myself in the mirror. Although my wig was all a
mass of tangles, and my makeup had faded, I still looked damn good for a
man dressed as a maid. I walked back into the closet to get the collar,
and noticed a small piece of paper taped to it. It instructed me to put on
a fresh coat of lipstick, brush my hair, and do nothing else. I fastened
the collar around my neck, and locked it in place. I did as instructed in
the note, and was ready to go downstairs to prepare breakfast for Cheryl
and Barbara.
As I tried to walk down the stairs I immediately realized that my feet
were killing me from having had these heels on since yesterday. I managed
to hold on to the railing, and get myself to the bottom without falling.
When I reached the bottom and began to walk, I noticed that I had to take
very small steps because of the pain. I almost had to walk on my tiptoes
so the heels wouldn't take my full weight, and make me wince in pain.
I finally made it to the kitchen and went directly to the refrigerator.
There was a note taped to it also. "My darling Kendra, this will be your
last opportunity to leave. I realize that you can find something to cut
through all the leather that is locked to various parts of your body. If
you choose to do that, I will proceed with everything that I threatened
yesterday. If you choose to stay, you will be required to show me that you
are truly sorry for breaking my heart. I do love you, but you have forced
me to punish you for your transgressions. I know there have been many more
than just Barbara.
If you wish to stay as my husband, then I am going to make sure that you
never cheat on me again. On the diningroom table, you will find a pair of
steel handcuffs. Lock them on your wrists, and then begin to make
breakfast for the three of us. I know we will all be quite ravished after
yesterday, so make plenty. There is a list of what we would like on the
dining room table. Now be a good little slut and get to work."
Cheryl was right. I could get out of what I was wearing, and remove all
the makeup. I could leave now, and take my chances in court. I am a damn
good attorney, but with the film and Barbara as a witness, I knew I wasn't
that good. Perry Mason couldn't win this one. I decided that my only hope
was to placate Cheryl until she calmed down, and then I could talk some
sense to her. I went to the dining room and locked the steel cuffs on my
wrists. Then I read the breakfast note and knew I could take care of their
requested bacon, eggs, juice, toast, and coffee. Just thinking about it
made my stomach rumble. I prepared a huge breakfast by the time I heard
the sound of slippers sliding into the kitchen.
"Good morning Kendra. I am so glad that for once you have decided to think
with the head on your shoulders instead of the one between your legs. Is
breakfast ready?"
"Yes Cheryl, breakfast is ready, and I'm not really sure that I like the
name Kendra. My name is Ken."
"Well that just too bad. From now on until I'm sure that you have changed
your ways, you will be addressed as Kendra by me and my friends. What's
more, you will address me as Mistress Cheryl at all times, and any other
female that you talk to in private as Mistress. If that isn't acceptable
to you, we can always make it sissy Kendra, and you will be required to
address all women as Mistress at all times. Which will it be?" I knew that
this wasn't the time to test her resolve, so I agreed to her terms.
"Now, be a dear and set up breakfast in the dining room. Mistress Barbara
will be down shortly." I set up everything that was needed in the dining
room, and sat down to eat.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing. The maid always stands and waits
for her Mistresses to be seated before she serves them." I jumped to my
feet and stood at attention until both ladies were seated, and then served
them before I went back to my breakfast. When we were through eating, and
the ladies were finishing their coffee, the talk was mostly woman stuff,
and it was like I wasn't even there.
"Kendra, please remove the dirty dishes and return as soon as you are
through. There are a few things we need to address. On your way back, get
a pad and pen from the study, and bring them with you." I did as I was
ordered. I had a feeling that I didn't want to piss her off. Especially
after reading in the note that she still loved me. I returned with pad and
pen in hand. My wrists were beginning to feel the effects of the manacles
by this time. I sat back at the table and waited silently until Cheryl and
Barbara were ready to try to humiliate me further.
When they were through with their conversation, Barbara got this evil look
on her face. "Mistress Cheryl has told me that I am not the first woman
that you have had an affair with. Did you tell all of them that you were
divorced, or just me? You don't have to answer that. I really don't care."
I was in shock. Not because of the question, but because Cheryl knew that
I had played games with other women beside Barbara. "Before we begin,
Barbara has brought something from her playroom that I would love to see
on you. It will give you something to think about instead of trying to lie
your way out of what you have done." Barbara then went behind me and took
something out of a bag that was on the floor. I had no idea what it could
be, and since I couldn't see behind me, I had no way of getting a look.
"Open wide honey, NOW. I just did as I was told. Barbara then inserted a
vile looking gag in my mouth. I could feel some sort of fairly hard rubber
inside my mouth. When I lowered my eyes, I saw what had to be an eight
inch black rubber penis protruding out the front. The big black prick had
a small hole in the head, just like a real penis. She tightened the strap
as far as she could, and then buckled it. I heard a click and knew at once
that it was locked on, and not coming off without the key.
"Oh that looks so delicious Barbara. I just love it. It's too bad though
that the penis in her mouth is so small though. I would like it even more
if she could experience what it's like for us girls, when we have to make
men happy while we get no pleasure."
"Not to worry Cheryl, I think I may have the solution for that little
problem." Barbara than walked in front of me, and inserted a small metal
tube in the hole. It was attached to a tube and a bulb. When Barbara
started to squeeze the bulb, I could feel the penis inside my mouth
expand. The more she squeezed, the more it filled my mouth. My cheeks
couldn't expand because of the strap on the gag. It wasn't long before my
mouth was totally full and it became very uncomfortable. Barbara kept
pumping until I began to gag on the gag. "Oh, look at her eyes. I believe
they are going to pop right out of her head." Finally Barbara removed the
pin, and I began to struggle with the gag to rip it off, but it was
useless. "Be a good girl Kendra, or we'll leave it on all day." I removed
my hands from the gag and just sat there in pain.
Cherly finally stopped laughing at my plight, and then dropped her first
bomb on me. "I want you to sit there and write down the name of every
woman that you have fucked, sucked, or fondled since we were married.
Don't be so foolish as to think you can omit any because I already know of
some, and if I ever find out that you weren't honest, I'll have your balls
removed." I was in tears. It was partially because of the discomfort of
the gag, nut mostly because of what I was ordered to do. I didn't want
Cheryl to know how many women I had slept with, but I also knew that she
was dead serious about what she said.
I started to write down all the names of the women. I found it strange
that I had to really think of some of the women, because they were one
night stands. I was very grateful that I had never slept with a prostitute
because I would have never remembered their names if they had told me.
After about fifteen minutes, I thought I had them all, so I slid the list
to Cheryl.
Cheryl read the list very carefully and then broke out in a fit of
laughter. "Thirteen names on the list Kendra. I guess what they say it
true. Thirteen is a very unlucky number. You are going to find that out
before I'm through with you. I guess I didn't satisfy you in bed if you
had to go sleep with all of these other women." I shook my head from side
to side violently to tell Cheryl that it wasn't the reason I cheated on
her, but it was no use. I knew that there was nothing I could say right
now to extinguish the fire in her eyes.
"Go to the kitchen and wash and dry the breakfast dishes while Barbara and
I figure out what to do with you." I almost ran to the kitchen so I
wouldn't have to look at her distain. I did the dishes as quickly as I
could. As I was putting the last plate in the cupboard, the front doorbell
rang.
"Kendra, answer the door and see who's there." My heart stopped beating. I
couldn't go to the front door dressed as a maid with my wrists chained
together, and this huge penis sticking out from my mouth. "NOW, you dumb
bitch." Cheryl was in the kitchen in a flash and grabbed a handful of my
gag and started to drag me to the front door. I had to run in my heels to
keep up with her. We got to the front door and she scowled, "Open the door
now, or I'll chain your ass to a post in the cellar and leave you there
until you learn some manners."
I had no choice but to do as I was told. As soon as I opened the door, I
was blinded by the flash of a camera. "Smile for me honey. I want some
nice photos of you for me series on the male transvestite."
Cheryl was in hyterics and I was in shock. "Don't you think you should let
our guest in the house Kendra?" I stepped aside and the young woman I had
met last night jumped into the house and walked right past me. "Get our
guest a cup of coffee Kendra, and then join us in the dining area." I was
now totally beaten, so I just hung my head and went to get her coffee.
When I returned with the coffee, Barbara introduced the young girl as
Donna. "Donna is a cub reporter for the newspaper. I was very instrumental
in getting her the job. She will be taking photos of you from time to
time. Nothing has been sent in to be printed as of yet, but it can and
will be done if you decide to rebel. Also, the two policewoman you met
last night are friends, and the ticket you got hasn't been filed with the
court." For the first time since yesterday, I now had a reason to be
happy. The life that I had worked so hard to attain was still intact.
After Barbara's speech, and a warning as to how Donna was to be addressed
at all times, I was told that it was time to begin my first full day of
repentance. Cheryl gave me my instructions. "I want you to go upstairs to
the guest bedroom. There you will find everything you need to remove the
breasts and fingernails. You will also find a bottle of makeup remover.
Get everything off and take a shower. On the bed is a new set of lingerie
for you to put on when you are through. I don't want you to use any of
your male deodorant.
There is a bottle of perfume on the dressing table also. Just put a little
on your chest and neck. Put your dirty undies in the hamper and your
breastforms and heels on a shelf in the closet. Now hurry off like a good
little girl. You have twenty minutes."
Barbara then unlocked the cuffs from my wrists so I could undress. I
removed my heels at the foot of the stairs and went to the guest bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was what was on the bed. It was a pair of fire
engine red crotchless panties, a matching bra and corset with eight garter
straps, and a pair of sheer red silk stockings. I removed all of the
effects of the previous night and jumped into the shower. It was the most
soothing shower I had ever experienced. I noticed in the vanity mirror
that the water was not penetrating my gag. The leather must have been
treated.
When I was finished, I dressed as quickly as a man could considering I was
trying to squeeze into woman's underwear. I finally cinched the corset,
and after what seemed like forever got the silk stockings attached to the
garters. I spritzed the perfume on the places that Cheryl had told me to,
and I was ready to return to the dining room.
As I reached the three ladies, Donna took three or four more pictures.
This time it was of a man not wearing anything but woman's lingerie. No
makeup, and no way to hide my identity. Not to mention the black rubber
prick sticking out of my mouth. Try to explain that to a judge.
"Oh you look so cute Kendra, and you did everything just as you were
instructed to. If I cut you some slack this morning, will you promise to
do exactly as you're told without a word?" I nodded yes. Anything had to
be better than aprading around like this all day. Cheryl then deflated and
unlocked my gag and I could move my jaw again. The relief was fantastic.
"I'm going to leave your collar locked on so you'll remember who is in
charge at all times, but we've decided that you might be more comfortable
wearing your own slacks and sweater. I've brought down the clothes for
you. You're taste in clothes is so appalling that I thought I would match
the outfits for you from now on. Now please put on the sweater I've laid
out for you."
It was my favorite white cotton turtleneck. I pulled it over my head and
when I made an adjustment to the top, it hid my leather collar completely.
Next came a pair of red slacks that almost matched my underwear. I hadn't
worn them in quite some time. "Hurry up Kendra, you take all day getting
dressed. I have things to do." I got the slacks on as fast as I could and
started to buckle my leather belt.
"Stop right there Kendra. I'm not sure that this is the look that I want
here." Cheryl walked up in front of me and knelt to inspect my pants. I
had no idea why. She pulled the fly all the way down and then asked
Mistress Donna to hand her the steel cuffs. All at once she looped the
chain around the base of my penis behind my testicles and inserted a very
small lock on the chain. The cuffs were now left dangling from my balls.
She pulled the slacks up slightly and ordered me to put my hands in my
pockets. To me surprise, the pockets had been cut out. When my hands went
in Cheryl attached a cuff to each wrist and locked them. Next she pulled
the slacks up, zipped the zipper, and buckled my belt. I was now a
prisoner in my own pants.
"Your new loafers are on the side over there. Step into them and let's see
what you look like." These were leather woman's loafers with a one inch
heel. Anyone who saw them would surely recognize that I was a man wearing
woman's flats. "Let me take a look at you sweetheart. Yes, I think that is
just what I wanted for a full day of shopping." I began to protest, but as
soon as I got the first word out Donna slapped my face very hard. "Be
quiet you sissy. My daddy would never yell at my mother like you were
going to do. You still need to be taught how to act like a lady." Donna
then looked at Cheryl. "Well, I think I have all that I need here. I'm off
to the lab to do some developing. Have a good day ladies, and I'll see you
tonight at the party. Oops, did I let the cat out of the bag?"
"Don't worry dear, it's perfectly all right."
"Your two options Kendra are to come shopping with me or I'll put you in
the yard and you can wait for me to return. What will it be?" I knew I had
no choice, so I opted for the shopping. "Good, it'll be so much fun. Just
us two. We will shop till we drop." Barbara said her goodbyes, and left. I
was escorted to my convertible, and Cheryl opened the passenger's door for
me. "See, isn't it fun to be treated like a lady, even though you are
nothing but a whoring little slut?" I didn't say a word as we drove away.
After driving for about thirty minutes, Cheryl told me that we were on our
way to the 'Unique Boutique' that Barbara had told her about. "Not to
worry sweetheart, nobody there will recoginize you. Some may glance at
your very swanky loafers though." She gave out with a hearty laugh. It was
another fifteen minutes before we reached our destination. As we pulled
into the parking lot, I noticed that this was not a very busy area. The
small group of stores consisted of the boutique, a video rental store, and
a full service beauty salon. There was nothing else in the general area.
Cheryl opened my door and I stwpped out of the car.
"Well, here we are sweetie. This little boutique caters to a special kind
of cliental, and according to Barbara, it has some very special services
that I'd like to try. If you are a good little whore, I may be very kind,
and take you to lunch when we're through." As we started toward the store,
I noticed some very bizzare leatherwear in the window. Somehow, I knew I
wasn't going to like this one bit.
Inside the boutique there were racks and racks of leather skirts, dresses,
vests, pants, and just about everything else one could imagine. The was
also a section of lingerie. It all looked extremely sexy with lots of
lace. There was a shoe department, and a makeup counter. We were greeted
by a clerk as soon as we were inside. "May I help you with anything this
morning?" Cheryl immediately told the girl that she had an appointment
with Miss Monique, but she was a bit early.
"I'll tell her that her appointment is here, and you may feel free to
browse if you'd like. She should be available in about thirty minutes.
There is fresh coffee on the table at the back of the shop. Feel free to
help yourself." I felt a little awkward standing there with my hands in my
pockets, but the clerk didn't even set eyes on me while she spoke to
Cheryl. It was as if I wasn't there.
Cheryl went directly to the woman's undies. She looked at every style. She
would occasionally hold a pair up and ask what I thought. I don't think
she really wanted my opinion. Cheryl finally selected at least two dozen
pair of panties. Most were lacy in all different colors, but I couldn't
help but notice that some were crotchless. Next she went to the stockings.
About a dozen pair of those were soon in her cart. Fishnets, seamed,
sheer. She had them all covered. "Barbara was right. This is a great
place."
We then went to the lingerie section. Cheryl picked out about six nighties
in all different colors, and all with lace trim. The more I trailed behind
her, the more uncomfortable I became. I was starting to think that
everyone around knew that my hands were chained to by balls. Cheryl then
went to the racks that contained the leather skirts and dresses. She
rummaged through the entire inventory and chose about three skirts, three
dresses, and a couple of pairs of leather slacks.
"I can't remember when I've had so much fun shopping dear. Can You?" I was
about to tell her that this entire morning was a load of shit, but in my
present state, I thought better of it and just nodded. "Good girl. You
have already learned not to open your cute little mouth without
permission." I was turning beat red, both in frustration and anger.
The clerk reappeared just as Cheryl was through in the leatherwear isle.
"Did you know madam that we have some very nice accessories to go with
some of you selections?"
"I didn't, but I'd like to see them when I'm through talking to Miss
Monique. Thank you."
"We also have a very special new type of leather dress that has just come
in. Judging by your taste for tight fitting leather, you may be interested
in this item. It is quite expensive, but worth every penny, I assure you."
"I'll look at that also when I have a free moment." Just then Cheryl was
told that Monique was ready for her.
We entered a small room at the rear of the store next to the dressing
rooms. The room had a table, and some chains hanging from the ceiling, and
a chair next to the wall. "Be a dear, and go sit for a few minutes while
Miss Monique talk privately." I was starting to get a little tired, so I
took the opportunity to take a load off my loafers. By this time, I didn't
care if Monique saw that I was wearing red stockings, and woman's shoes. I
had the feeling that she had seen it many times before. The two women
talked for a few minutes. It appeared that Cheryl was doing most of the
listening as Monique was explaining something to her. When they were
through, both women walked up to me.
Cheryl took me by the arm and lifted me to my feet. She then walked with
me, arm in arm, to the rear of the room. As I stood there facing the door,
Monique came, and walked behind me. I heard her do something with one of
the chains, and before I could jump away, she had locked the middle chain
to the back of my collar. "Your wife said that you may not be as receptive
to this as we would like, so I suggested that you be slightly restrained."
Now I was standing straight up with my neck attached to a chain hanging
from the ceiling, and my wrists shackled inside my pants. Cheryl then
reminded me of what would happen if I said a word, and she started to undo
my belt. She lowered my slacks, and unlocked one of my wrists. Miss
Monique took hold of it and attached a leather cuff. She then locked it to
one of the other two chains hanging down. The process was repeated on the
other wrist, and I was now standing with my arms straight out at my sides.
"There, that should hold her until we're through. You will have to remove
the chain from the balls though, and take off the slacks. But please,
leave that pretty underwear on her. She looks darling in it. I get so
turned on when I see sexy undies on a man." I immediately got a raging
hardon. "Oooh, and so well endowed too. I think I'm in love."
Miss Monique was a strikingly beautiful woman. My mind immediately began
to fantasize about her wrapping her lips around it to relieve the stress.
"If your wife wasn't here, I swear I'd be all over that gun, cowboy. Have
you ever got a real good blowjob?" I stood there in total shock. '"You may
answer Monique. I'd like to know too." My head just dropped, and I knew
they knew the answer. Monique looked at me with a form of delight I had
never seen. She walked directly in front of me and giggled. "Have you ever
goten one from another man?" I looked at her face, and she had an adam's
apple. I fought violently against the chains, but to no avail. "Don't
worry Kendra. I've told Miss Monique that you are strictly heterosexual.
She is just trying to get you all worked up."
Monique than pulled a measuring tape and a ruler from a drawer in the
table. "This tape is to take your measurements, and this ruler is for
bad little girls that can't control themselves." Monique then laid the
ruler right on the head of my erect penis. I squealed and looked down
at what she had done. The erection was gone. "See, it works every time."
Monique then measured my waist and thighs. "O.K. that didn't hurt a bit
now did it? Just one or two more and I'm through. Think about that nasty
ruler." Monique then measured by scrotum and my flaccid penis. "It's time
to wake that big boy up again. Tickle, tickle." Monique began to play with
my balls and as hard as I tried to fight it, I had another erection. She
measured my shaft again, and declared that she was done.
"I suggest that we leave Kendra here just the way she is until I am
completely through. I don't think she'll be as willing to be chained up
the next time." Cheryl agreed, and I was stuck until Miss Monique was
through with whatever she was doing. Monique told Cheryl that it would
take four to five hours to be ready for a fitting. Cheryl asked if she
was needed any longer. "Not until I've completed the job."
"Well in that case, I think I'll look at some of the things that the sales
clerk told me about, and then I'll grab a bite a a local restaurant."
"Are you sure you want to leave me alone with this cowboy here all chained
up and helpless?" Cheryl got a mean look in her eye and began to scold
Monique.
"I brought my husband here because I was told your reputation was the
best. Now you threaten to exploit my husband while I'm away? If I see that
she's been sexually abused by you when I return, I will not pay this quite
expensive fee you are charging. In fact, I will make you take at least two
dollars off the bill if you do that. Ta Ta sweets." With that she was gone
and Monique was roaring, and rubbing her hands together.
"Don't worry honey. I'm not going to turn you gay while she's away. You
can start breathing again. So, your wife tells me that you've been a bad
little boy, and have been sticking your dick where it doesn't belong.
Don't you men understand what can happen when you piss a woman off? I have
a feeling you're going to find out."
With that comment, Monique left the room and I was left there looking like
I was trying to fly. It seemed like forever before Cheryl returned. She
brought a sandwich and a drink back with her. "Seems like you'll have a
bit of trouble eating lunch in your present state, so I guess I'll just
have to feed you myself." She then unwrapped the sandwich and held it up
to my mouth. It was difficult to get a bite since my neck was chained to
the ceiling, and I had very little slack to move. We finally got through
with lunch, and Cheryl said that she had some more shopping to do out
front. Again, I was left alone. At about 3:00, Monique came back in and
called to my wife. "It's time honey. Would you like to watch?" Cheryl ran
back into the room telling Monique that she wouldn't miss this for the
world.
Monique whispered something in Cheryls ear, and they both started to
giggle. "I think that is a wonderful idea, Monique. Please go right ahead.
Monique the went to the other room and returned with a leather blindfold.
She placed it over my eyes, and fastened the buckle. I was now in total
darkness. "I've found it easier to do my job, when my client is unable to
see." She then began to take my crotchless panties off. Next she lifted my
left foot and put it back on the floor. The same thing with my right.
"If you try to step out of this, I'll be forced to chain your legs to the
floor." I stood motionless. I felt something cold sliding up my silk
stockings. "Cheryl, could you please assist me for a moment? I want you to
hold this up so I can complete the next step." I couldn't figure out what
was going on. Cheryl held whatever it was and then I felt something very
cold on my balls and penis. "Just a little something to cool you off. You
look so hot in red."
She held it there for about two minutes. I knew right away that it was
ice. "O.K., that should do it. I now you told me that he was an extra bad
boy, so I contoured the tube to be extra tight." I then felt something
like tweezers on the head of my penis. It was being stretched out as far
as it could go. Something cold completely covered it. It was some kind of
tube. The head was released, and Monique took what Cheryl was holding and
brought it up to my waist. Next she grabbed the tube and inserted it into
something and I heard a click. A band went around my waist and another
click.
"That's all there is to it Cheryl. Doesn't it look nice on her, all shiny
and new?" Cheryl was squealing with delight. "Now I'll remove the
blindfold and Kendra can see my handywork." When I looked down I couldn't
believe my eyes. I was in a chastity belt. "Let me explain the features
of this belt. First it is totally inescapable. It is made of stainless
steel with a neoprene liner. The manufacturer offers $5,000.00 to anyone
who can free himself from it. The closest anyone has come was to cut
halfway through the waistband. He also cut himself to shreds in the
process. I hope you don't need the money that bad, because he just can't
get out of it without the key.
Next. it is designed to let the wearer go to the bathroom at will. Of
course, he won't be able to stand and pee, so he'll have to sit, just like
a woman. No more toilet seats having to be lowered when you want to go
Cheryl. It also has the lockable bar in the back that can be inserted into
the slot on the belt. This will hold any of the buttplugs you've ordered
in place with no chance of escape either."
My eyes nearly jumped right out of my head. There are only two keys in the
world that will open the locks. If you lose them, the only way you can get
a new one is to contact the manufacturer with the serial number on the
belt, and the password that you requested. Although it can be worn for
extended periods, I recommend that you remove it once a month at least for
cleaning of the belt and the area it's designed to protect, if you know
what I mean. That's about it. Shall I let her down now?"
"No, not quite yet. Let's leave her there for a bit longer. I want to try
on all the leather I bought for her today. I don't want to have to return
anything." My heart sunk. All the money she spent today was on female
clothes for me.
Cheryl spent the next hour trying on all sorts of strange leather, rubber,
and vinyl outfits and very high heeled shoes on me. Finally she put a pair
of form fitting leather pants on me and forced the waistband to close.
"That should do it. Let me throw away these silly slacks, and we'll be on
our way."
She released me and told me not to forget my flats. Now, everyone who saw
me would know I was wearing woman's clothing. "Just one word out of you
slut, and you'll be walking home like this with no money and no
identification. How long do you think it will be before you get picked
up?" I was cooked. I had to go along with what she told me to do. I put on
my shoes, and we went to the front. "I have to cash out before we leave. I
have already bought some specialty items and put them in the trunk. You'll
get to see them at a later time."
We went to the cashier and it took her forever to check everything out.
"That will be four thousand and twenty one dollars please."
"Kendra, did you bring your credit card with you sweets? Of course you
didn't. Where would you put it. Luckily for you, I took it out of your
wallet. Now, be a good girl and sign the receipt." I signed it and loaded
the Mercedes with the bags. The sales clerk gave me my first call as I
left.
As I finished Cheryl asked if I minded if we stopped in at the salon for
just a minute or two. I didn't have much choice, so I followed. When we
got inside, Cheryl handed a girl a bag a snapped at me to sit in one of
the beauty chairs. More ice and fifteen minutes later, I left the salon
with three gold hoops in each ear. The ride home was going to be fun.