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High School CD ? by: Vicki Anne Stevens
I was lying on the bed of my best friend's older sister, dressed in her
clothes, and tied and gagged. Instead of fear, I was extremely turned on,
and as I watched my captor move about the room, watching me, smiling,
twirling the scarf that had until recently been my blindfold, it didn't
occur to me that this might be considered strange in some way.
Ever since they had come back and 'tortured' me in the basement, my
indignation at being dressed and tied, a captive of them had turned into
an eagerness to see what came next. I was confused of course, what were
the feelings that I had for Alex. Why had it been so exciting when he had
first kissed me? Was I... gay? If I was gay, then why was it even more
of a thrill to be lying in Jennifer's bed?
I shifted a bit in my bondage. I was lying with my wrists behind me and
the panties were for some reason extremely tight right now. I knew
Jennifer could see the small hump in her skirt, the one that was
currently on my body. She was extremely pretty, and I'd had a crush on
her since I had figured out that girls were good for more than chasing
with snakes. But what was going on here. She was a good three years older
than I, and she had a pretty goodlooking boyfriend. Why had she had I
brought to her like a prisoner to a queen? The imagery in my mind had
become quite lucid, and I was playing every fantasy scenario out as
quickly as it came.
Jennifer came to the bed next to me, and reached out with a finger to
trace a line up my nylon clad leg. I was hit with a jolt of energy like
none I'd ever had. She had my attention. She lay down next to me, and I
could have sworn that at that moment my insides had turned over on
themselves. At the time, all I could think of was the words warm and
mushy.
She leaned close to me, and whispered, "Vicki."
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. When she spoke the name, I felt so
feminine. Vic was somewhere else. I was Vicki now, and that is all I
wanted to be. But that was only the beginning. Seeing the reaction this
caused, Jennifer breathed the name again. She said it over and over.
"Vicki.... Vicki.... Vicki." All the while she was tracking her fingers
up and down my bound form. I wriggled next to her, twisting my wrists in
the ropes, rubbing my legs together. Not that I was wishing to escape,
but because It felt so good to feel the resistance on my limbs.
Jennifer continued to play with me, whispering my girl name in my ear.
Every time she pushed me to new heights of excitement. My cock was
throbbing under all the nylon, and I was sure I was going to explode. But
somehow every time it seemed as if I were going to be pushed over the
top, Jennifer would stop what she was doing, and wait for me to calm
down. I mewed into the gag for her to continue, and then she would, over
and over.
I worked up quite a sweat in the feminine attire; I was fascinated with
the way my legs looked in nylons, the way my toes were forced together
under the strap across my instep. The way the fabric of the skirt
gathered together at my knees. I didn't want to be a boy anymore, but
wanted with all my heart to become a girl. I mumbled into the gag,
begging Jennifer to make me into a girl for Alex.
"Vicki," my insides quaked, my cock jumped. "Vicki, I'm going to untie
you now. Are you going to be a good girl?"
I nodded my assent. I was incredibly hard, and I was ready to take
Jennifer in my arms and make love to her. I'd seen the movies; I thought
I had a good idea what to do.
"I'm going to untie you, and then we're going to fix you up," she began
to undo the ropes at my ankles, and knees.
I had been tied for some time now, it was dark outside. She undid my
wrists and finally peeled the tape from my mouth. I waited expectantly,
wishing to take her in my arms. But she only sat watching me. I grew a
little uneasy under her stare, and looked down. Sensing my discomfort she
reached out and took my chin in her hand and lifted my head slightly.
"Vicki, I know you want me right now, and don't get me wrong, that would
be great. But first, I need you to take care of Joe."
I sat rubbing my wrists, looking at the rope marks, thrilled to be
sitting next to Jennifer, not at all embarrassed to be seen in her
clothes. Well, what had all that kissing been about? She watched me
carefully. I hadn't needed to be tied up for that. We'd been doing just
fine before.
"Vicki, I need you to help Joe become a man."
I goggled at her. I wasn't sure what that meant.
"If you do this, I'll let you come make love to me."
"Um, sure, what do I need to do?"
"When the time comes, you'll know." "Will you do it?"
I thought I knew what she was hinting at, I guess I was going to go and
jerk Joe off, while I was dressed up like a girl. Maybe it would help get
over his natural shyness. And I was about to get the former captain of
the cheerleaders. I'd been teased into sexual ecstasy, and I was ready to
do just about anything. I squeaked out a yes. After all, we'd already
kissed, what else could there be?
She had me undress, now, much to my disappointment, but it did not last
that long, as she quickly showed me what I was going to be wearing. She
decided I needed my makeup fixed up; it hadn't been that good to begin
with. I sat at her dresser as she removed my previous effort, and let her
do her magic on me. She applied beige foundation, blush, eye shadow, and
lipstick. She brushed mascara on my lashes, and powdered my nose and
cheeks. Straightening the wig, she brushed it into a full bouncy curl.
She had me strip down completely, and I stood in front of her naked, my
cock at full attention.
"While you were tied up we went and did some shopping for you." So I'd
been abandoned in my bondage. It thrilled me to think of what might have
happened had someone broken in.
She reached into a bag, and withdrew a pair of pink panties, a pink
garter belt, matching bra and white stockings. I didn't have a clue how
to pull it all together and stood humbly in front of my captor, as she
expertly dressed me, rolling the stockings up legs and fastening the
garter straps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was amazed at what I
had become. Jennifer had fashioned me into a beautiful girl.
The satin panties, stretched taught against my crotch. The wig tickled my
bare shoulders. Reaching into the bag again, she withdrew a shimmering
nightgown, with lacy bodice, and a slit front. I stood shivering with
excitement as she lowered the fabric in folds over my head and don my
body. It was white, but satin and shone in the bedroom light. I nearly
came again, but willed myself to calm down. The gown slipped and slid
around my thighs and calves, the hem stopping just above my white nylon
clad feet.
Finally, she sprayed me with a touch of Windsong, and declared me ready.
She led me to her bed, and allowed me to climb in the fabric of the gown
swishing against my stockings. She kissed me lightly on the cheek, and
again, I had to will myself to not come in the pretty lingerie. I had
never in my life dreamed that I would be able to dress like this, and
now. She walked away, opened the door, and said, "Wait here, someone
wants to meet you."
As I waited for my date, I ran my fingers over the feminine clothing,
thrilling at the feel. I was 17, and I felt 24. It had been an incredible
day, and as I pondered I tried to guess at what had tipped Jennifer off
about me. No one had ever seen me dressed up until today. I was not
embarrassed, but actually glad to be afforded such an opportunity. I
tried to think over the past, to what little thing had it been that had
given Jennifer an idea I might like this. I mean she had often been the
one we tied up when we were younger, playing Cops and Robbers. Perhaps
that had been the start. But it had nothing to do with me being tied, and
dressed as a girl. My reverie was broken at the sound of the door
opening.
Joe came into the room, he looked very nervous, and my heart leapt into
my throat when he entered. He was dressed in a robe, and I could see his
legs and feet were bare. "Are you okay with this?"
I nodded silently. I was getting hard thinking about kissing him again. I
pulled the covers aside, and he slipped into the bed beside me. "You ....
Um look...."
"Ridiculous?" I offered.
He shook his head no, "I mean... wow. You look amazing."
I blushed, and slid a little closer. I stared into his eyes, and said..,
"Your sister, she's really something else." Joe nodded, and gulped. "I
told her a long time ago that you liked to be tied up." Of course, I had
shared it with Joe, once long ago, reading comics in our pup tent in my
backyard. I'd told him how cool Batgirl looked tied up by the Joker in a
comic I was reading. He'd laughed, but I told him also that I liked it
when Jennifer caught me, and tied me. I never dreamed he'd tell, and once
upon a time, I'd have been angry. But they'd taken that concern away, and
now I was ready to be a girl and even be tied up again.
He reached out, and touched my gown, and I shivered and sighed. I slid
right next to him, and reaching out took him into my arms. He answered
the same, and pretty soon we were kissing again. This time it was much
more incredible. The feelings of femininity that I'd experienced while
tied under Jennifer's touch returned. We kissed madly and passionately. I
could feel Joe's cock hard against my thigh.
Our tongues darted against each other, and we moaned with pleasure. Joe
caressed me, sliding his hand up under my gown, and touching the tops of
my stockings, and playing with the garters. I played with his nipples and
drew his robe apart. He was naked underneath, and I stared down at his
cock. How were we going to make love? As if in answer, Joe gently pushed
my head down toward his waiting cock. I knew then what was expected. I
was so horny, it didn't seem to matter to me, and I slowly took his penis
into my lipstick covered mouth.
We were young, and madly horny, and it did not take long for Joe to shoot
his load. He came hard and fast into my mouth, filled with his penis, and
I swallowed as much of the hot salty cum as I could. When the first spasm
touched my tongue, I felt my own cock explode and my hole body shuddered
as the cum shot into the satin panties, and down my stocking clad legs.
We came together again and again, our bodies releasing our pent up
frustration and sex. And when it was over, and I raised my head, wiped
the dribble from my lips, I fell into his arms again. We fell asleep, our
bodies entwined, my gown draped over both of us.
I spent the whole next day at Joe and Jennifer's house, and begged my mom
to let me stay one more night. Jennifer washed my clothes and gave them
to me to wear whenever I'd like. I was tied up for most of the morning,
wearing some of Jen's other clothing, and that night, we went on a double
date, Jennifer and Victor, and Joe and Vicki. I wore a red miniskirt,
stockings and boots. That night Joe and I spent another night together.
After, Joe tied me up and I lay in bed next to him as his bound
girlfriend.
The End
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