Stand in TimeChapter 12
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by Ray Kitten
The crisis I now faced was of my own design, or at least
crafted by my negligence. I had figured myself to be a man
capable of great feats of drinking, as well as somewhat of
a poker 'ace', if you will pardon the phrase. My first co-
ed mixer had managed to shake me of both illusions. By the
next morning I was sporting a hangover the size of a
football field and was owing a figure roughly equal to a
year's tuition. Mary, it turned out, was a card shark
without equal, she had put me on the run and managed to
keep me upping the stakes with each consecutive round. One
win would have put me out of her debt; but that eluded me;
in my addled state I didn't recognize what that meant. She
approached me that morning with a proposal, it was simple
and horrifying, but what made it the worst was that it was
an offer I couldn't refuse.
Her deal was simple, I would be her slave, her willing
puppet, dancing to any tune she cared to name, and in
exchange at the end of a month of weekends I would have
paid my debt to her without the loss of a single penny,
save anything I spent in fulfilling her wishes. I had her
word that nothing I bought would be for her, so she was not
trying to expand her financial winnings by requiring me to
buy her even more expensive trinkets than her not
inconsiderable winnings could have netted.
Today was the first day of my servitude, and I had arrived
at Mary's dorm ready for just about anything. The first
thing she told me as I entered was that my task for tonight
was to be the only visible display of her power to be made
on campus, and that enough people had been told to ensure
that word would circulate that what was about to transpire
was my way of paying my debt to her. No mention of my
indentured status would be made to anyone outside of the
two of us, unless it was by my own tongue. At her command I
stripped myself nude and put on a pair of flesh colored
high gloss tights, thick enough to hide my fair colored leg
hair. Then she took my clothes into the other room, no
doubt to prevent me from backing out of our deal, and
returned carrying my costume for my initiation into her
servitude. It started with a pair of silky blue panties and
a matching bra. A couple of grapefruits filled the sagging
cups, giving me the illusion of a considerable bosom. Over
this lingerie she dressed me in a cheerleader's skirt and
top, in the blue and red of our school colors. She even had
a pair of white running shoes with red laces in one and
blue in the other.
Once she had me skirted and pantied she sat me down and
plastered my face with a thick coating of make-up in very
bright colors, then crowned me with a blonde wig set into a
pair of girlish pigtails. Before she even let me see myself
she slapped a pair of handcuffs on me and stepped back. I
went to get up but she commanded me to stay sitting, at
least until she could take a couple of photos with a
digital camera. From there it was immediately out of the
dorm building, with her leading me by tying a length of
rope to the handcuffs, which were mercifully in front of my
body. The halls seemed oddly deserted. It was unusual to
go from a dorm to the ground floor without meeting anyone
at the best of times, let alone this early in the evening
on a Friday, but somehow we managed it. As we stepped out
the front doors I realized how it was that we had managed
such a feat; more people than lived in the whole of our
dorm were gathered outside. A roar of applauds and cat
calls went up as we walked out the doors.
It was late fall, and as such there was a heavy chill in
the air, but fortunately this close to the coast it never
got that cold. But I had never worn a skirt before,
especially not in this kind of weather. My legs went all
goose bumpy but that, like my leg hair, would be invisible
under the pantyhose I wore. The other residents formed a
gauntlet of sorts leading from the doors to the resident
parking lot. Laughing faces were all around me as I was
pulled onwards. A couple of the girls seized the
opportunity to lift my skirt, flashing my panties at the
assembled crowd and because my hands were handcuffed in
front of me there was nothing I could do to preserve my
modesty. A shiver ran through me both because of the wind
on my ass and the humiliation of this situation. The girls
walked along behind me holding my skirt clear giving over a
hundred students a good view of my pantied ass whether I
liked it or not.
As we reached the parking lot my two 'friends' lost
interest in this particular aspect of my torment, everyone
had seen my panties, and several people had photographed
them so there was no novelty left there. Mary led me up to
her little Jeep Cherokee and started to lash the rope to
her trailer hitch. I saw where she was going with this and
I wanted more than anything to avoid this but I knew better
than to try to untie my tether I still had 10 more days in
her service ahead of me, failing to comply with her wishes
today would simply give her impunity to take my servitude
public tomorrow, a punishment she could claim for me
refusing my end of our bargain. So I stood there leashed by
my handcuffs to the back of Mary's car, dressed like a drag
queen cheerleader as she started the engine and slowly
rolled out of the parking lot. Cheers echoed behind me as
she led me out into the rest of the campus' residential
sector.
She made sure to keep the her speed down to what was surely
a crawl for her but I was having to jog to keep up. I
couldn't even effect a decent jogging stride because of the
reduced mobility of my arms, but I did my best. As our
strange little parade made it's way down the campus streets
Mary honked the horn of her jeep every half a block, rarely
failing to attract attention. Several times we were greeted
by a group of people running out of their dorm buildings to
get a better look, at which point Mary would stop and let
them play with me for a few minutes.
This play usually consisted of a good number of
photographs, some by myself, some with other people wanting
to prove they were here and saw my degradation. The girls
frequently tried, successfully since my hands were
immobilized, to flip up my skirt so that they could inspect
my panties. The guys usually kept their torment in the form
of crude remarks; honestly if anyone had to follow through
on half the propositions I received that night they could
fulfill a certain urban legend involving a stomach pump.
Oddly enough it was the last dorm building we visited that
provided what was quite possibly the most interesting
interaction of the evening. It started with the typical
pictures, lifting of my skirt and so on. Then my heart
skipped a beat. Emily Lorence, the most desirable girl in
school, was sauntering towards me. She was the most
desirable partially because she was off limits, everyone
knew she had a steady girlfriend since they came out
together in High School wherever they had come from. Emily
and Debbie were the college's most visible gay rights
activists, and they were right now holding hands as they
approached me. They separated and stood on either side of
me, my hands were sweating despite the chill in the air,
and my knees were getting weak.
Emily put her soft delicate hand to my cheek and turned my
head towards her and pressed her lips to mine. My entire
body stiffened as though an electric current had gone
through me, it was fortunate that I had tucked my privates
down between my legs when I put on the tights. Emily's
mouth was open wide, her tongue brushing mine in a motion
like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, drawing my own tongue
along by the proverbial hand, pulling me into her mouth. A
massive cheer went up among the crowd of onlookers, I'm
sure many of them jealous of me, despite even what I was
going through tonight. Emily's kiss reflected all the
qualities that are traditionally desirable in a woman, it
was smooth as porcelain, warm as freshly baked bread. I am
not sure how long it was before she broke but it surely
hadn't been more than a year and a half, which meant not
nearly long enough. As soon as Emily's lips left mine I
felt a powerful set of hands seize my shoulders and spin me
around. I panicked a moment as I remembered Debbie, I
closed my eyes and tensed ready to pay the price for
kissing her girlfriend, a bargain to be sure.
And then our lips met.
My eyes started open and sure enough Debbie was now locking
lips with me. She was in no way as beautiful as Emily; a
little more hard edged, definitely butch, but hardly the
'Fred Flintstone in drag' one thinks of when the word
lesbian comes up. Debbie's kiss embodied many of the
qualities touted by the new age woman. It was strong as
plate steel and as secure as the roots of a mountain. A
fresh cheer went up, this one a little more ribald in
nature, here was a guy, dressed in a cheerleader's
miniskirt, getting action from the hottest girl on campus
and her steady girlfriend. Her kiss was oddly nostalgic in
it's lack of the tang of lipstick, it reminded me of those
first stolen kisses as children experimenting, before the
girls were old enough to get away with make-up. But it was
at the same time a highly refined technique, her own tongue
diving deep into my mouth, in the same way my own tongue
had conquered Emily's mouth. She held my head firmly in
both hands controllingly. Then she pulled our heads apart
as though separating two powerful magnets of opposite
polarity.
Then Emily spun me to face her again, and we dived at each
other. Now I noticed the sweet flavor of her lipstick, a
strong contrast to her girlfriend. As we softly made out I
felt her hands creeping up under my skirt to slide over my
panties. I wished I could return the attention but my hands
were in no position for me to accommodate that desire. She
fondled and caressed my ass softly for an eternity
compressed into a single instant, even dipping her finger
inside the leg hole of my panties, scratching teasingly at
the pantyhose separating her flesh from my ass cheeks. Then
we drew apart and she gave me a last sensual peck before I
was spinning again to face Debbie.
This time I knew not to fear and let Debbie assault me
again. Is it really considered assault upon a willing
participant? She too started to fondle me but her attention
was like her kiss, more commanding and forceful. She mauled
my ass cheeks, squeezing them between her fingers and
digging her blunt fingertips into my fleshy rump.
Handcuffed and skirted I merely let myself be dominated and
devoured by this powerful woman, in a sense playing the
woman's role in this scenario. Eventually we separated and
Debbie spun me again to face Emily, who didn't so much as
give me a peck before spinning me back to face Debbie. Then
Emily, then Debbie, Emily, Debbie, Emily. I was starting to
get dizzy and that was when it dawned on me, all my
rotations up to this point had been in a single direction.
This had the effect of causing the rope that was still
connecting me to Mary's trailer hitch to wind around my
body and around my arms. These new rotations were now
tightening that rope and pinning my arms to my sides,
immobilizing them even more than the handcuffs.
I got dizzier and dizzier as the girls spun me and the
crowd that had been watching us roared with laughter. They
wound me in until I was standing next to Mary's jeep, rope
from my fake breasts to my waist, holding my handcuffed
wrists straight down in front of me. They had slowed the
speed of my spinning after the first couple of turns and so
although I was dizzy I wasn't falling down. There were
still more pictures being taken as Debbie and Emily leaned
in next to me and each kissed me on the cheeks, creating an
ideal pose. While they leaned in like this and flashes
sparkled like strobe lights Emily whispered in my ear, "Be
sure to thank Mary for this later, cutie." I couldn't help
but somehow smile even broader than I had been receiving a
kiss on each cheek from two hot lesbians, this had all been
set up for me, kind of a consolation prize, or a reward for
being a good sport. And then the girls put their hands up
my skirt again, one on each side. There was a swift jerk
on each side and my panties were around my ankles!
Everyone roared with delight as Debbie picked me up and
threw me in the back of the jeep, while Emily stripped the
panties from my ankles. Debbie took them and held them
aloft like a trophy as the other end of the rope was thrown
in and the doors slammed.
As Mary drove back to our dorm I took stock of my self and
realized that when I had been thrown in my skirt had gotten
bunched up and without my panties to protect me my privates
were on display. I rolled around in the back while she
drove, and by the time we arrived at the dorm I had managed
to rectify the situation. While we drove I heard Mary
talking on her cell phone, notifying someone we were on our
way back. When we arrived there one of the football players
from our dorm was waiting for us. He didn't even unwind the
rope around my body as he picked me up and threw me over
his shoulder as though I were a child or a girl. I felt
Mary's hands take my skirt and lift it over my waist
leaving my ass exposed for her to look at as her friend
carried me up to her bedroom.
The End
Gert
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