Bound On The Town
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Everything has changed. Everything. I thought I had it all
together, but now it has all fallen apart and come back to me in
pieces that I cannot recognize. My name is Diane. I am a
prostitute. And I cannot take off my clothes.
I wasn't always a prostitute - and I didn't choose this line of
work because I wanted to. I chose it because it's all the chance
I have to make money. If not for prostitution, I couldn't afford
to live. As for the rest of it, I'll get to that later.
First of all, my name wasn't always Diane. It used to be Jack.
That's right, Jack. As in male. The women who are responsible for
making me this way renamed me. Again, more on that later.
I was an attorney. A good one. Not that I wasn't corrupt - Oh,
yes, I was corrupt - but I was good at my job. I was a defense
attorney for the state of New Jersey. I had only lost one case,
and that was a clerical mistake that I blamed on the
investigator. The defendant only got a month suspended sentence
and he and I became friends for the longest time. But I had lost
a case. I never lose. In work or in life. And this one case
seemed to send me on a downward spiral.
My girlfriend and I had lived together for about two years at the
time. She and I had never married simply because, in my line of
work, there is never enough time to arrange things like this. It
had been in the back of my mind off and on for most of the
duration of our relationship, but I never had the time to sit
down and talk to her about it. My schedule usually ran the same
way every day - sleep, work, sleep, work, work, sleep, eat (if I
was lucky), and started over the next day. Becca was very
encouraging toward me and very sympathetic to my plight, but
having lost my first and only case, I needed something more. I
needed reassurance that I was as good as I thought I was. If I
couldn't prove it in the courtroom, I could prove it elsewhere.
In the meantime, I found something to keep my mind off of it -
alcohol.
Since I have a competitive nature about me, I had a tendency to
turn everything into a contest. That included drinking. After
about a month, I could easily out drink any bartender or
Irishman. But it didn't stop there. In my drunken stupor, I
managed to alienate Becca, since I had become verbally (although
never physically) abusive. So she withdrew back into her shell
and began going out more with her friends.
We had both known Susan and Denise for quite some time. We all
met in college and became good friends. But they always preferred
Becca to me, and we both knew that. I had to admit, however, that
I was always attracted to Denise. She was born of a white mother
and Chinese father, and it gave her the traits of both races. She
was white, but had long, dark hair and narrow eyes with perfect
eyebrows. She had a figure to die for, and was taller than you
would expect at about 5 foot 10. To make matters worse, she
always dressed very extravagantly, since her father was a well-
to-do businessman in China, she could afford it. I had always
fantasized about sex with Denise, but never acted on it because I
loved Becca.
When I came home from the bar one night, after having beaten
everyone in my imaginary drinking contest, I found Susan and
Denise in the living room. I asked them where Becca was and she
said that she had gotten a call from her mother and would be out
of town for a few days. They asked if they can stay the night,
since Becca had driven them from home and they didn't have a way
back until morning. I guess I could have volunteered to take them
home myself, but I was in no condition. I simply told them,
"Sure, I don't care," and went on to bed.
Alcohol has a strange effect on me for some reason. It makes me
have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. On my way
to the bathroom, I saw that the guest bedroom door was open. I
saw the light from the streetlamp in front of our house shining
down through the window like a ray from Heaven, highlighting the
silhouette of Denise as she lay sleeping on her side, facing away
from me. Even with the sheets covering her, you could easily see
all the curves in her body and the delicate softness of her skin.
I couldn't help myself.
I slowly tiptoed into the room and made some "accidental" noise
to awaken her by kicking the footboard of the bed. When she awoke
with a start, positioning her hand in front of her chest to see
better, I told her that I has forgotten my glasses in the guest
room and I apologized for waking her.
"It's okay." She said, "I was kinda hoping that I'd get a chance
to speak to you alone sometime. You and Becca are always together
when I see you."
Stupefied, I replied, "So, why did you want to talk to me alone?"
"Jack," She said, "I don't know why I'm telling you this, except
that maybe this is the only chance I'll get, but I have always
thought that you were the most attractive man that I had ever
met. Then I had to go and introduce you to Becca. I wanted you
for myself and she grabbed you up before I had the chance."
Well, at this point, I'm not sure that anything I said came out
monosyllabically, but I did manage to say something like, "But
I... uh... and Becca... er..." And that was pretty much it.
With bitter sarcasm in her voice, she said, "Oh, Jack, you say
the sweetest things. I can see why you are such an effective
lawyer."
"Sorry, Diane, but I had a lot to drink last night and this is
kinda catching me off-guard," I said.
At that point, she removed the sheets that were covering her body
and exposed her naked flesh to my eager eyes. I was hard
instantly. Once again, I'm not sure exactly what I said, but it
went something like this... "Wow... duh... you're purty."
She then lifted her hand and gave me the international symbol for
"come over here" by motioning her finger toward her.
Now, at this point, I would like to say that I thought about
Becca and I had a moment where I considered the circumstances and
repercussions for what I was about to do. I'd like to say that,
but it simply isn't true.
We made love like I had never made love before. She was better
than she was in my fantasies. "Relax," She said, as she produced
two scarves from the drawer beside the bed. It never occurred to
me to question where they came from. I wasn't thinking with the
right head. She lovingly tied my hands to the bedposts while
kissing every part of my body. I couldn't tell her no. Once they
were tied, she stopped. All of the sudden she just stopped. She
got up off of me, and retrieved her nightgown from behind the
door, placed it on, and walked back over to me, again reaching
into the drawer on the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, still believing that this was part
of the "game".
She produced from the drawer a long piece of leather with
something in the middle of it and what looked like a belt buckle
on each end. Holy shit! That looks like a penis! This is one
freaky bitch!
"What do you need that for?" I asked. "I have all the dick you
need right here."
She chuckled as she said, "You still don't get it, do you? This
isn't for me... this is for you!"
With that, she placed the strap around my head and, since I was
protesting, it made it quite simple for her to place the penis in
my mouth. She then ushered for me to lift my head. I frantically
shook my head "no," but she reached down and grabbed my balls as
hard as I had ever had them squeezed before. My body rose up with
a jolt, still tied to the bed, and allowed her plenty of time to
secure the buckle. Once done with that, she called for Susan. I
had completely forgotten Sue was even there. Apparently, she was
in the next room, waiting for this moment. I had been set up. The
next few hours felt like decades, but it all happened pretty
fast, in retrospect.
Sue: "Look at the poor baby. He couldn't control his little
hormones, could he?"
Denise: "No, and I'm sure Becca will find this interesting too."
Me: "MMMMFFFFPPPPPHHHH!!!!"
Sue: "Well, we'd better get to work."
With that, they both left the room. I was naked, left tied to the
bed with a penis in my mouth, wondering what they were going to
do next. They came back in after only a few minutes. I noticed
one of them - Sue I think - was carrying a drawer. It was my
underwear drawer. She dumped the contents out on the bed. At this
point, I figured that I couldn't fight them, being completely
helpless, so I just watched in horror as she took a pair of
scissors and dismembered every pair of boxers that I owned. After
doing that, she replaced all of the boxers with different shades
and styles of pink panties. She left with the drawer and returned
with another one. Denise just stood there while Sue then
proceeded to dismember all of my undershirts and replace them
with various styles and shades of pink bras. This process was
repeated again with my sock drawer and my socks were replaced
with pantyhose. All colors of the rainbow. Once the last drawer
was replaced, Denise came up to the bed and bent down over my
face.
"We have several other surprises for you as well, Ja..." She
drifted off. "I think he needs a new name. Jack is so... male. I
know, how about Diane. Just like the song!"
Sue cheered, "That's a wonderful idea. And a really cute name."
Denise then produced what looked like a pair of pliers and a
needle. "Now hold really still or I might mess up," She said.
The pain was indescribable. A needle had been inserted into my
left nipple. At the same time, Sue repeated the process with my
right. Each of them then produced a small, silver padlock. Diane
took one of the bras that she had kept out of the drawer, and
placed in on my chest as she spoke.
"I know that with your arms tied we cannot hook this up in the
back, but I think we'll manage to make sure that you don't take
it off."
With that both ladies threaded the padlocks through the holes in
my nipples and then through eyelets in the cups of the bra. With
two clicks, they were a part of me.
Now, if the pain from having my nipples pierced wasn't enough,
they both ventured south at this point, to my groin area. With
another needle in-hand, Denise grabbed my penis with one hand
while Sue grabbed my balls. Sue took the needle and shoved it
through my ballsack. Sue reached down behind her and produced a
pair of the pink panties. With growing protest, I tried as hard
as I could to keep her from doing what I knew she was going to
do. But it was all for naught. She managed to get the panties up
my legs despite my best efforts and secured them around my waist.
Diane then carefully threaded another padlock through the hole in
my scrotum and through eyelets in the panties. With another
click, I was secured in both panties and a bra. At this point,
the pain was too much for me to bear, I guess, and I lost
consciousness.
When I awoke, my arms were still bound to the bedposts, but with
handcuffs now, and I was still gagged, but I could now move my
tongue in and out of it. Apparently, this gag held my mouth open
instead of closed. My bra had been fastened behind my back and I
was now wearing a white wedding dress, white pantyhose, and white
shoes that had been locked onto my feet. I found out later that
there was also a padlock behind my head securing the dress. I
also found that, sometime while I was sleeping, all the hair had
been removed from my body. I knew this by looking at my legs, as
well as from the itch that I had "down below."
To Be Continued...
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