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Chrissy the Masseuse Woodsy Adventure Part I
The man's voice on the other end wasn't rushed nor did it sound like so
many of the tedious telemarketers. Perhaps it was because it was
Thursday of an already overworked week that his offer not only seemed
plausible but simply irresistible.
I owned and operated a small relaxing massage studio in the big,
stressful city of Chicago. This offer was to enjoy a relaxing weekend in
the Upper Pennisula of Michigan in a cozy cottage nestled in the
woods...for free. For free!...with the idea that if I enjoyed my stay I
would then refer all my present and future clients to this back-to-
nature retreat spa. I accepted and it wasnt until my ride up there the
following day that I realized the caller seemed to know several facts
about me...but I really didnt know much about him or his company. Oh
well, I 'd ask later.
Once off the interstate, I immediately got lost. I had been given a cell
number to call and a pleasant sounding woman answered. Her name was Bess
and I heard her husband in the background saying before I hung
up..."he'll get lost again....you watch". Well, like a self-fulfilling
prophecy ...I did get lost again..and again and again..and it was a long
dark hour after midnite before I finally pulled in front of lone cabin
in the middle of nowhere.
Oh how pleasant these two where...Bess and Bob...both in their sixties
and as comforting as any doting grandparents..."oh you poor boy...you
must be exhausted...here get settled...there...let me get you something
to drink...Bob..get his things and bring them in"
I dont remember too much after those first few sips of tea....someone
said..."there, there dear....get your rest....tomorrow the adventure
begins".
THE NEXT DAY LATE SATURDAY MORNING
Sometimes you wake up alert...sometimes you wake up sleepy....this
morning i woke up groggy...as if i'd been drugged. It was taking me a
forever time to remember how i came to be in this strange bed with pink
linens naked and alone. Then...as my body woke up...the pain started. In
my crotch and feet....both places felt distinctly different. What the
hell....as i reached for my penis and found empty space..then
frantically felt further and realized it was tucked back and between my
legs and trying to unfree it only caused enormous pain. I pulled the
sheets back and then realized why my feet hurt...
i was wearing black colored hi heels...an ankle restraint strap with a
tiny lock prevented my attempt at taking them off.
The walk to the bathroom wearing heels wasnt as difficult as it should
have been for an ordinary male...alas i wasnt ordinary. For over 15
years i had been a closet transvestite. Needless to say...prancing
around in high heels wasnt something i was new at. What was new
though,was this entire situation and the heartracing implications. First
things first...the urge to urinate ruled my actions. Of course, with my
penis tucked behind me i had no choice but to sit down to pee and
afterwards i discovered what had been done to me.
Seems a piercing ring behind the head of my penis and a piercing ring
through the perineum( the space between the scrotum and the anus) were
interlocked again with a tiny lock. This was quite clever because if not
for the tenderness associated with the new piercing it really didnt hurt
but its effect was quite impossible to ignore. It created a feminine v
shape and the fact that i always kept my body free of hair and wearing
the heels ...well simply put...below the navel i was appearing quite
feminine.
I started to look about the room in earnest for my clothes and only
found in the top drawer a leopard print string bikini and matching g
string and a note. Clutching the note i looked outside for the car...it
of course was gone. It read:
Dear Chrissy
Surprised...you shouldnt be. All those hours you have spent online
roleplaying a sex-starved slut(this was true...but oh my god..how did
this person know that)
Did you really think you could just continue to tease and torment so
many always just turning the computer off to the ones who tried to get
too close. No Chrissy...this time the game is different...this time you
cant just turn the computer off when you've had enough. This time
another controls the game. Now of course you'll try to escape...and I
encourage it. Course a citygurl like yourself might have some trouble
navigating in these dense Michigan woods and you might find the way
difficult in those hi heels..but run you must dear one...for when I
catch you I will surely make some more "modifications".
Good luck, your RealTime Master
I reread the note ...then reread it again....NO WAY THIS WAS HAPPENING!
My mind racing...feeling anxious....feeling unsteady...sitting down on
the edge of the bed...Ouch!...a sharp pain from the recent piercings
reminding me of the reality...this was happening..and happening to me!
In another situation....say if i was controlling this playtime...i would
definitely continue to get dressed. Would put on black thigh-high
stockings and attach them to a garter belt...pull on a pair of v-string
Victoria Secret satin panties and matching bra. I would go to my
computer, log on to yahoo messenger and begin to transform into the role
of any one of several female profiles i play under.How absorbed i would
get just exchanging racy words with a variety of different
men...anonymous men met in the various chatrooms with the lewd headings:
Women Who Like to Be Dominated....or You Will Do as Your Told... or
BareBottom SPankings or Bondage Sluts...and many,many more such rooms.
In the beginning...i wasnt very good as an imposter...there are subtle
and not-so subtle differences in the way males and females write as well
as think.I learned though...you can learn how to do anything if your
passion is strong enough.Finally online in this medium i had an
opportunity to really immerse myself into another identity...a feminine
identity and well specifically a quite submissive,BDSM-loving, take-make
and break-me type. Oh NO!...The realization flooded through my mind like
a tsunami. Could someone of the numerous anonymous men i had roleplayed
with so well over these last few years have decided to take the game
beyond the security blanket of the internet? What would that require
exactly...a person exceptionally intelligent,highly resourceful, well
funded...a formidable person or persons for sure! How far would this go?
Can't think about this right now...have to get out of here!
I put the gstring on...it fit perfectly...the recent dieting had brought
my weight down to 165 at 5feet9inches and a thin bone structure i didnt
have quite the problem some plus six feet transvestites have when trying
to pass themselves off as the opposite gender.Though i still had plenty
of muscle and looked rather like a female wrestler or female bodybuilder
i wasnt so huge in the hands and feet and arms that i looked ridiculous.
No...in fact i was blessed with the classic bubble butt..round full very
muscular and i would delight myself parading in front of the mirror at
home in thongs and heels..or short skirts and heels...yes i really
considered my best asset my ass. And if i didnt stop digressing someone
else with designs on my ass might make me an asset!
I opened the door to the cabin and stepped outside.I was greeted with
what looked like a jungle on steroids...trees and plants were
everywhere...how on earth did i drive up here last nite. Thankfully, the
August early afternoon sun felt like a warm caress and i began to follow
the two ruts that was called a road.
Just about 10 steps over this terrain and i felt like i had walked a
mile. It's one thing to wear 3 inch heels around the house...but outside
on a uneven dirt road...whole different affair. After what seemed like
100 miles but was really more like a mile...i was drenched in
sweat,scraped up from falling more than once and quite exhausted.Ahead
was a fork in the road.
I decided to stay to the right when i realized that only a 4x4 could
handle the road to the left and i had driven into this jungle forest in
a sedan. I heard and caught a glimpse of exactly that ...a 4x4 just as i
was starting to follow the road to the right. All at once, i suddenly
felt very self-conscious about my appearance and something...call it
intuition...told me to hide. So into the thickets along the side of the
road i went. Just 30 seconds later peeking through my thickgreen hiding
place i saw a black Ford Bronco come to a screeching halt near the
fork...one young man with a Michigan State t-shirt got out on the
passenger side. He moved just a few feet from the truck,fumbled with his
fly and started to urinate....right there on the side of the road!
Then another occupant...an unshaved,unkempt grungy looking lad came
around from the drivers side and took the last swigs of beer before
throwing the bottle into the thickets just a few yards from where i lay
in hiding. I tried to squirm into a better position and in doing so
broke a branch of some dead pine. It sounded as if a shot gun had went
off...and i froze in fear.Both of the young men looked intensely in my
direction. Time suspended. The grungy guy started to
laugh...saying.."guess that animal doesnt like Bud" . His friend
chuckled and they both got back in their truck and drove off.
It was five more minutes before the shock of that close call wore off
and i could muster the strength to get back up. I began to follow a foot
path that followed the road but hid me from sight.
It seemed the path started where the fork began...and after what seemed
like 100 miles but was probably a mile..i heard a loud snap as my right
foot stepped down. Suddenly,a gripping sensation around my right ankle
became a yanking sensation and i was falling forward and then being
pulled upward ...UPSIDE DOWN! This started a swinging motion and i
frantically tried to reach my ankle to free it but it was no use. I had
obviously sprung some sort of trap and now i was hanging upside
down..helplessly.
It seemed like 4 hours later but of course was probably much shorter
when i heard footsteps behind me...then i heard a voice...a Man's
voice...very deep..very commanding."Well, well, Chrissy is that you just
hanging around when you are suppose to be trying to escape." I tried to
turn around to get a glimpse of him and began to ask Who are you when i
felt the sting of a needle in my right ass cheek...then the warm liquid
...and then it all faded to black.
On and on...the wondrous feeling of being impaled by a throbbing thick
cock was almost too intense. My pussy felt so full, so stretched tightly
over his fabulously hard cock. I clenched my anal muscles around
him...yet held still as i was by the bonds. Arms restrained overhead by
wrist cuffs and rope. Oh how i tried to lower them...futile...oh how i
tried to squeeze my legs together..also quite futile. An iron spreader
bar seperated my stance. A cuff on each ankle held it securely in place
preventing me from closing myself. I tried to kick my legs up at
least...again no movement was afforded such a great muscular effort due
to the certain fact that my hi-heels locked about my ankles with a strap
and a tiny padlock had a short length of rope from the straps to small
o-rings welded to the floor. No..i wasnt going anywhere...held
helpless...restrained creatively....tethered to his relentless thrusts
over and over......
THEN i awoke
from that realistic dream...only to realize the other dream within a
dream..it still felt like a dream because i was still in the bed with
the pink satin sheets in the cabin in the middle of the woods of the
Upper Pennisula of Michigan.
I was still not free of this new "situation". This situation i had
entered into unknowingly,unwittingly but situation i was in
...nonetheless. I was being played with by some mysterious Master i had
teased one too many times online...online where i played a female for
fun...where i would exchange chat with anonymous men in chat rooms with
fetish headings. I would pretend to be the submissive bondage-loving
gurl of their dreams....dreams...dreams....
Now this dream in realtime was getting scary...as i looked down between
my legs. Yesterday, after awaking in the cabin bed i had found that my
penis had been pierced and then tucked back between my legs and held to
another piercing so that i couldnt free it to the front and had to pee
sitting down. In addition, hi heel shoes with ankle cuffs adorned my
feet and i couldnt get them off. I had been left with a gstring and a
note and a warning: "for when I catch you I will surely make some more
modifications" !
Well...examining the new piercings down there...you can surmise
intelligently..I hadnt escaped.
The new Piercings!!!!!!!!!
Examining myself i simply couldnt believe what i was finding...a row of
several piercings resembling eyelets ran along two strips over the loose
skin where my testes had been...before they had been pushed up inside
their respectful cavities. This anomaly exists in certain men because
the ligaments are not well developed...i remember finding this out on
myself when i was 20....remember being so afraid...ohmygod!...where did
they go...i smile now thinking back at that unnecessary fear...they
wernt gone..only receded back inward and out of sight. By creating
eyelet strips of piercings about an inch apart and then stringing them
together with some sort of stitch...it created a type of slit. This slit
now held my tiny penis inward in an invaginated way. This is another
anomaly that i just conveniently happened to have. A very very small
penis when flaccid..over the years i realized i could push it inward and
inside of my pelvic cavity to the point of it disappearing...i had to
hold it in place though...or else it would unfold and jut out ..though
only a few inches or so. But NOW!
This way it was quite readily out of total view...and as a quick
necessary trip to the toilet proved...again sitting down...this did not
interfere with voiding urine as the space between the stitches was small
enough to let liquid out but not penis girth.
It felt strange to say the least...it definitely felt better than
yesterday...when it was held stretched and flatten back towards my
scrotum with two piercings. Now it was folded in place,back inside of
itself and held within. Not being able to see it jut out , nor being
able to push it out if erect imprisoned in place as it was and not
seeing the bulge of twin ball sacs only made me more aware of it...made
me constantly aware "down there" ...constantly aroused.
Laying back on the bed i started to rub the head of my trapped penis
through the silky feeling stitches. This was enlisting an amazingly
feminine response...my torso would jolt with a 1000 electric sensations.
It was if i now had a clit...a clit to play with ..to rub to orgasm.
This was exactly what I was doing in the pink satin covered bed on the
late morning of my 2nd day of forced captivity. Not jumping up to try to
escape again...no....i was playing with my new clit...fascinated by it
really...i was losing it for sure. But i kept on rubbing and started to
play with my sensitive and already erect nipples as well. I felt
something on the bed...taking it in my hands it was a realistic painted
flesh skin vibrator about 6 inches long. It obviously had been left
there on purpose...ON purpose of course...everything happening now was
on purpose,planned in great detail...my ability to choose diminishing
down to just simple decisions.
SImple decisions like right now....keeping rubbing and use that vibrator
...or stop playing with myself like some lust-crazed gurl and try to get
out of this mess.
The vibrator felt so real in my hand...as if by instinct i took it to my
parted lips and began to suck on it...licking it and trying to make it
real wet. Then i took that pretend prod to my manpussy and probed the
virginal entrance gingerly. SLowly, carefully but consistently i worked
it inside my tight love hole ignoring the pain and pressure caught up in
the role as i was until it was finally inside me deeply and securely. I
flicked that power switch and felt an enormous sensation within me...i
layed back on the bed. One hand went to my clit the other to my left
nipple. I began to rub myself and gyrate my hips in lazy figure eights
pressing my ass down on the bed and pinching my nipples the whole
time.This i did ...irrevelant and irregardless of place, time,
circumstance till i came so hard and long that i shuddered involuntarily
for nearly a minute. WOW!!!!!!!
i had just had a mindblowing orgams with my penis soft, my ass filled
and vibrating and my nipples aching...i layed my head on the pillow and
fell fast asleep the vibrator turned off but still snug inside me.
TO BE CONTINUED
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