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Once inside, I felt my way to the wall and stood there, panting. She
asked me what I thought about the sensation, but I was unable to
answer. She just asked me to either nod or shake my head as to whether
I liked it. After a few moments of thinking about it, I nodded. She
said that she figured that I might.
She placed a collar around my neck as I stood in the kitchen. She asked
me to raise my head, and she lovingly fastened the collar and buckled
it behind my head. I heard a click and she told me to wait a moment.
She returned and fastened something to the collar. It turned out to be
a leash. She took the leash and led me into the living room, where she
guided me onto a couch. She then removed my blindfold.
She was stunning. She had really gone out on her outfit today. She was
wearing a black dress with little straps around her shoulders. The
dress was incredibly short-showing almost all of her legs, up to her
upper thighs. She wore stiletto heels with straps that almost matched
mine, a silver ankle bracelet and black stockings. I could clearly see
the tops of the stockings and the straps connected to them as she stood
in front of me. Her makeup was expertly done and highlighted her
beautiful brown eyes. She wore diamond dangle earrings that made her
eyes stand out even more, and her hair was... well, it was beautiful.
In front of me was an array of makeup and applicators. She sat on a
chair facing me and picked up a bottle of foundation. She commented on
how well I had shaved and how soft my skin was before slathering
foundation on my face. She carefully went around the straps on my gag,
making sure that she applied the makeup on my whole face. Then she
turned to the table and lifted a pencil. She applied the black eyeliner
to my eyes, making sure not to accidentally poke me and when happy with
her handiwork, sat down the pencil and picked up a small case. In the
case was eye shadow. She swept the brush through the lightest color of
pink and brushed it across my eyelids-all the while instructing me on
what to do. Normally, she said, she would apply the eye shadow first,
then eyeliner, but since she was using a light base for the eye shadow,
it was alright. Finishing with the light pink, she then applied a light
green across the tops of my eyelids. Satisfied, she then removed
my gag, but only from my mouth. She left it dangling around my neck and
told me to remain quiet. She picked up another pencil and told me to
open my mouth. She carefully outlined my lips, then filled them in with
a dark red. She then brushed dark black mascara over my eye lashes and
finally a light pink blush over my cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin.
She then returned my gag to its original position and told me that she
had one other thing to do. With that, she left the room.
I looked around the room for a mirror but couldn't find one. I had no
idea what I looked like and really wanted to know. Just as fast as she
had left, she returned with a bottle of bright red nail polish. She sat
behind me, and, while I was still cuffed, lovingly painted all of my
fingernails. She told me it would be a few minutes before it dried and
she again left the room. She retuned with a black box in her hand. She
sat in front of me and opened the box. Inside were two objects, in a
circular shape made of metal. She took the first one out of the box,
placed it around my left leg, and took a smaller piece of metal from
the inside of it and looped it though the arch in my heels. She
attached the two pieces at the side and placed a small padlock through
the hole. With a click, my shoe was locked on-effectively keeping me in
the panties and the pantyhose as well. To be sure, she repeated the act
with the other foot as well. She then produced what looked to be
a pair of panties. She lifted my dress and pulled them up onto me. She
pressed a button and they began to vibrate.
She took my leash again in her hand and led me into the bathroom.
There, resting on the sink, was a bottle nail polish remover. She told
me that this was the only bottle she had as she poured it down the
drain. I was beginning to feel very nervous. But at least I was able to
steal a glance in the mirror. I looked good. I didn't look like a
woman, though. I definitely looked like a guy in drag. But in the dark,
during a snowstorm, on a foggy night, I might be mistaken for a woman.
With that, she led me back into the living room, where she removed the
leash and let me out of the handcuffs and gag.
She told me to remain quiet while she outlines what I have to do.
With that, she took the keys to the handcuffs and placed them in the
small black box. Upon closing the box, she padlocked it shut. She then
took the handcuffs and placed one around her own wrist and the other on
metal arm of the couch. Cuffing herself, she told me, first of all,
that under no circumstances am I to remove or turn off the vibrating
panties. Secondly, she told me that the keys to the devices around my
neck and feet were in the box in front of her. The key to the box
itself, however, was in my car. Since she was no longer able to get
them, I would have to. Unfortunately for me, I had parked about two
blocks from her apartment and the sun was still out. I could not go out
right now for fear of being seen. So, we hung out for a while and
talked. I have to say that I really enjoyed just hanging out in women's
clothing. Before we knew it, it was 2 in the morning. She told me that
now would probably be a good time to go get the keys.
I cautiously opened the door to her apartment and listened intently to
see if anyone was downstairs. I didn't hear anything, so I stepped out
and closed the door-making sure that it wasn't locked. I made my way
down the stairs as quietly as I could-which wasn't very quiet
considering the click-clack of the heels on wooden stairs. In the back
of my mind, I wondered what would happen if I were to slip and fall.
How would Nicole get out of her handcuffs? How would I look, going to
the hospital all made up like a girl with my shoes locked on? I
dismissed the thought as I made it to the bottom of the stairs.
The outside door is really tight. So when you open it, it makes some
noise. I tried to open it as quietly as I could, but still produced
enough noise that I knew if anyone was awake they would have heard it.
Once outside, I again gauged the sound around me to see if anyone was
there. I heard nothing so I proceeded. I made my way through her
backyard, under several street lights, to my car. Once in my car, I
suddenly felt safer. I knew that if anyone would walk by, they would
easily see me, but being inside something made me feel safer.
I tore open the glove box, checked under the seats, under the floor
mats, in the backseat, on the floorboards, and finally remembered that
the last time Nicole was in my car, she had used the mirror on the
passenger side sun visor. I pulled it down and, sure enough, out fell a
key.
Victorious, I quickly exited the car and nearly dashed toward the
apartment. I slipped on wet grass and went down like a bag of potatoes.
I didn't hurt myself much, just skinned my knee-but in doing so I drew
attention from a neighbor. I saw the porch light flicker on and someone
walk out onto the porch. But I wasn't about to be deterred now. I got
back up and, a little more slowly this time, made my way back to the
apartment.
Once inside the apartment building, I closed the door behind me with a
slam-forgetting about the noise it makes. I quickly looked around, saw
no one, and took to the stairs. I swung the door open leapt inside, and
quickly closed and locked it behind me. I stood there for a moment,
gasping for breath. I wasn't running or anything, but for some reason,
I felt like I had just done a marathon. I waltzed into the living room,
where she was still bound to the couch. She looked up at me in a smirk
and asked me if I had fun. Before I could answer, she noticed my torn
pantyhose and asked me if I was alright. I told her what had happened
and that I was ok. With that, I sat down on the couch beside her and
picked up the box. I turned the key in the lock and opened it. First, I
produced the key to her handcuffs. I gave the key to her and she
removed the cuffs. Then I took out the other two keys, but I hesitated.
I really liked having my shoes locked on. And the collar
was nice too. Did I really want to take them off? I didn't have a
chance.
She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. She threw me down
on the bed and climbed on top of me. She produced the gag that I had
been wearing before and secured it again on my mouth. Then she attached
both of my wrists to the headboard with handcuffs that had already been
laid out. She then stood at the front of the bed and lifted her dress,
took hold of her panties, and slid them down her legs. She kicked them
off into the corner and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the
floor. She then climbed back on top of me.
More to come...
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