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How could it go this wrong?
By Rosanna
PART 1
It was a dark and rainy night when my cab rolled up to the Brisbane
airport. How was I going to explain? In 15 minutes I would be home!!
What was I thinking? Leaving early on Saturday for a conference this
week. I hoped my telephone calls and emails would lead to a weekend of
uncontrolled obedience before embarking on the conference. Little did I
suspect...
It had all come about through frustration... at work... at home.
Everything in my life seemed to drone on and I was looking for some
excitement where I didn't need to make the running.
About a week before the conference I emailed Mistress Violet politely
enquiring about the possibility of arranging a bondage session with her
over the weekend before the conference. A positive response from the
Mistress led to a request for information about the extent of my
experience to date. With my heart beating solidly in my chest, I jotted
down page after page of my previous 15 years experimenting with B&D and
my extensive reading and thoughts... it must have appeared the ramblings
of a lunatic rather than a recipe for excitement!
Undeterred, I hit the send button and eagerly awaited a reply... how
long would it take?
Some days passed before I received an email in response. It must have
been a hundred times I had checked my emails and finally, one arrived:
Call me on 0499 999 999 after 8pm tonight to discuss your proposal.
Mistress Violet.
Once again my heart pulsed strongly in my chest in anticipation. A
little more than two hours to wait... and for virtually all that time
there was nothing else I could think about other than what would I say
to Mistress and what would she say.
After what felt like an eternity the countdown started ... four, three,
two, one!
I dialled the number and waited as the phone rang. Four times it rang
before a firmly spoken voice answered... "Yes," I stuttered into the
phone "It is Roger, Mistress. I'm calling as arranged."
Firmly, Mistress Violet asked me about my experience and what I hoped to
get out of the session. I'm sure the Mistress could spot my discomfort
at talking about what I hoped for. Not because I was embarrassed about
the subject... more because even after 15 years I was uncertain of my
limits and was looking to be led where I wouldn't dream of going.
At the end of the discussion Mistress Violet had details of my flight
into Sydney and said I would be met at the airport by a man holding a
card with my name on it. I was instructed to follow his instructions to
the letter... any hesitation in doing so would immediately terminate the
arrangements for the weekend.
Only a couple of days to wait for my flight that Saturday and I couldn't
concentrate on anything except my upcoming adventure. Work was a mere
annoyance which distracted me from imagining what my Mistress had in
store for me.
After what seemed an eternity, I packed my bags on Friday night and
prepared for my departure in the morning. Carefully I slipped my laptop
PC into my luggage containing my limitless supply of B&D fiction, a few
bondage items and crossdressing gear ... all without my wife even being
aware of my plans. Phew!! Escaped detection!!
Setting my alarm, I settled in and dozed off to sleep with a smile on my
face.
Riiiinnngggg, Riiiinnngggg!! He rolled over and slammed the alarm and
breathed deeply as I woke with excitement. I quickly had a shower and
dressed casually for the flight in polo shirt, shorts and sandshoes.
Having a small breakfast and cup of tea, I bid farewell to my wife and
children and drove the 30 minutes to the Brisbane airport before parking
and checking in.
It would be little more than two hours before I would be picked up in
Sydney airport and I was trembling with excitement and uncertainty. What
would happen to me when I arrived? My imagination went wild. Somehow I
hadn't even noticed I had begun my journey when I heard the squeal of
tyres hitting the tarmac as the plane touched down at its destination.
My heart was now firmly pumping in his chest as my excitement grew
again. What would happen now I thought.
As I alighted the aircraft and collected my small suitcase I glimpsed a
sign with my name. So with my suitcase in tow I moved quickly across the
terminal to the muscular man waiting for him.
"Hello, I'm Roger" I announced to the man. "Good," he said back. "I need
you to take this parcel and go to the toilets before we leave. You are
to read the note in the envelope and follow the instructions
explicitly."
Conscious of Mistress's words of absolute obedience I wheeled
immediately and headed straight for the toilets. Going into the end
stall, I tore open the envelope and read the note:
"Congratulations on getting this far slave. But I have so much planned
for you. Remember you must obey all My instructions without hesitation.
Read on...
you have a parcel in your hands... unwrap it and feast your eyes on its
contents... (as I opened the parcel I noticed fishnet stockings and
garter belt, white satin panties and matching bra, breast forms and a
sealed bag. On opening the bag I found a pair of size 12 black patent
court shoes with five inch heels!!! And another note.
The note said "Act immediately and without question! Remove your clothes
and replace your underwear with the contents of the parcel. Put in your
breasts and pull the stockings up your legs and attach them to your
garter belt. Slip on your shirt and pants and your new shoes!
You are now ready to rejoin Max, but first of all put your male clothes
(yes your underwear socks and shoes) in the paper bin on your way
out!!!" The note was signed Mistress Violet.
Oh no! I thought. I can't do this!! I will look like some sort of
perverted weirdo in front of hundreds of people. Why oh why did I wear
shorts today!! If I don't, then I will have to stay here and find some
other way to get to the hotel for the conference. Uh Oh! I left my
suitcase out there with Max.
I decided quickly to follow the instructions and act fast and just stare
through anyone looking at me when I emerged. Quickly I removed all my
clothes. Standing there completely naked, I slipped on the garter belt
and panties over the garter straps. I clipped the bra in front and slid
it round before inserting the breast forms. Sitting down I put on the
stockings and stood to clip them to the straps before reaching for my
polo shirt and stretching it taughtly over my new breasts. I picked up
my shorts and pulled them up reaching for the shoes and mounted the high
heels. It was then that I noticed the strap round the ankle didn't
buckle, it had a small padlock which had been left open. Where was the
key, I looked... time to trust, I thought as I quickly closed the
padlock on each ankle. I hoped I was not getting in too deep, but
secretly begging to be taken as far as possible.
As I moved to leave I waited a short time for there to be apparently no
one in the toilets and taking my underpants, shoes and socks and
deposited them in the bin on the way out.
I emerged into the large and open terminal looking over to where I had
last seen Max. I teetered on the skyscraper heels in the general
direction but could not see him anywhere. What the hell have I done I
thought as I started to panic. Just then a touch on my shoulder and Max
came up behind me, ushering me towards the exit. I could hear the heels
clacking on the hard floor of the terminal and was doing my best to
pretend to be inconspicuous, looking through everyone. Who was I
kidding!!! Inconspicuous?
Approaching the exit doors, Max ushered me to a waiting car and opened
the rear passenger door. I slid into the seat and the door closed behind
me. Another man was sitting in the driver's seat and staring straight
ahead. After hearing the boot close, Max entered via the rear driver's
side door and the car moved off at a steady pace.
A little way down the road, Max said "well done slave. you have followed
instructions promptly. But there is much yet to do before we meet
Mistress."
It must have been about a 15 minute ride before we pulled into a
driveway in a row of shops. Max firmly said "you need to hop out and
walk back the way we came to a shop called 'women's outlook'. When you
get there open the door and walk inside. you must introduce yourself as
Mistress Violet's toy. Now Go!!" he insisted.
Teetering back to the footpath I walked alone and very exposed in an
unfamiliar city, no friends, no clothes except what I had on!! Putting
my right hand on the door to the shop I turned and opened it, stepping
straight to the front counter of what looked like a beauty salon.
A beautiful young lady approached me asking how she could help.
"I am Mistress Violet's toy" I said quietly.
"Pardon me," she said.
"I am Mistress Violet's toy!" I repeated much louder this time.
"Come with me," she said.
I followed her towards the back of the salon and went behind a curtain.
Speaking very quickly and directly she said "I can't work on anyone
wearing men's clothing. Remove your pants and shirt immediately and put
on this cape and follow me... quickly... I don't have all day."
I slipped my shirt off and unbuckled my belt and let my shorts fall to
the floor. Slipping the cape over my shoulders she clipped it at the
back of my neck and slid back the curtain before leading me to one of
the basins.
I sat carefully almost lying down with my head over the edge of the
basin. It was only then I started wondering how much of me remained
concealed under the cape suddenly noticing airy gaps everywhere for the
women customers to see my satin underwear and exposed flesh.
Before I had a chance to take stock I heard the buzz of clippers as the
cold blades sliced close to my scalp and hand fulls of my hair came
tumbling over my shoulders covering the cape. I nearly passed out! What
the hell was I going to say to my family. You don't go to a staid old
business conference and come home without your hair!!!
But it was too late to worry about that now. I had just about none left.
Soon after, Mia, as she introduced herself to me, said she needed to
clean up the job and proceeded to apply some foam to the stubble on my
head and shave what was left.
It must have been only 15 minutes, but now I had a completely bald head
and that had made me as hard as I had ever been in my life!!
As I was becoming accustomed to the cold sensation of the air on my
scalp, Mia said "come with me" as she led me into a treatment room. "I'm
sorry for that but that is what Mistress Violet specifically requested.
Before I give you a body massage to relax you, I need you to strip off
completely and have a shower. When I had done so she said the massage
would work much better if she applied a muscle relaxant before the
shower. She then rubbed foam all over me asking me to do the same around
my groin. After about ten minutes waiting for the muscle relaxant to
work I felt a tingling warm sensation all over and Mia led me into the
shower.
"Argh!!" I shrieked as all my body hair disappeared down the plug hole
and with it my marriage I feared.
I emerged from the shower and Mia patted me dry and led me to the
treatment table. It was awfully comfortable and I was asked to put my
head face down on the padded area and relax. Mia left the treatment
room, returning a minute or so later. I was nearly asleep in the dim
light as she firmly but gently started to massage my back and buttocks.
Suddenly I could feel a couple more hands grab me and hold me down on
the table. These were much stronger hands and I was unable to move.
Straps were applied to my arms and legs and wide straps secured my upper
and lower torso to the table. The head piece of the table on which I had
gently rested my head just a few minutes ago was removed and I was
blindfolded.
Before I knew what was happening I felt this rubbery instrument hit my
face and suddenly a sizeable warm cock was thrust into my mouth and I
had pubic hair in my nose.
"Suck you bitch," I was commanded. Who owned the cock? I smelt a dank
odour and wondered about its owner. Before I knew it the cock moved in
and out and I could feel it harden considerably as I wrapped my lips
around it trying not to get my teeth in the way.
"Mind you keep those fangs out off my cock or ill have your teeth
removed the same way as your hair" I heard in a deep male voice. Minute
by minute I felt him grow and the deeper he thrusted. His breathing
became shorter and shorter before, with one final thrust, he deposited
his loads of cum in ... the condom he had on.
"Just lucky I like you slut... using a condom just saved you from a long
and painful death. I am an HIV sufferer and if you ever piss me off I
will give you a death sentence too," he threatened.
I heard him move away quietly and some more sympathetic hands started
adjusting the straps that held me tightly to the massage table. Soon I
realised the ones holding my lower torso had been loosened and I was
being encouraged to change position into my knees with them widely
spread. Just then my knees were firmly strapped again to the table with
my rear end completely exposed and my cock and balls hanging below and
vulnerable.
I did not have long to wait as a felt someone clambering up onto the
table. A warm naked body lowered itself on my back. It felt reassuring
in a way... but who was it. Then in quiet manner he announced his return
saying "I can' get enough of you slut... that?s why I?m going to screw
the living daylights out of your man-pussy... and this time we?re going
to be more than just connected... I?m going to fill your ass-pussy with
as much cum as I can. No condom this time sweety... I?m going to make
you mine for life... however long that lasts."
Moving forward I could feel his warmth approach. He squeezed his finger
up my ass and it slipped in aided by a large quantity of lubricant. Then
I could feel the head of his cock touch my puckered pussy lips as he
leant forward stretching me horribly, causing such pain as he slowly
squeezed forward into me.
With his right hand he brought a strong smelling cloth around to my nose
and ordered me to breathe deeply, which I did, feeling a warmth come
over me as my head went fuzzy and start pulsing and I could feel the
blood course through my veins. I was comfortable this was amyl as he
thrust heavily into me from behind and started manipulating my cock with
his other hand.
I was on another planet as his thrusting grew in speed and intensity
matched only by the speed he manipulated by bald cock. I was beginning
to lose control and could feel I was about to cum. Before I knew what
was happening he thrust forcefully and we came at the same time with him
milking me to the end.
As I came back to earth he climbed down off me then forcefully squeezing
a few fingers in my ass before walking towards my head and slipping his
fingers in my mouth. "Seeing you have a litre of my cum in your pussy
you may as well taste me as well," he said.
A few minutes later I realised he must have left the room and the
soothing hands of a woman were gently upon me removing my binding and I
slumped down on my belly on the massage table. She then used some
aromatic massage oil and proceeded to ease my now aching muscles.
Having massaged my back for some time I followed her instructions and
rolled over submitting as she gently secured my hands on either side of
the table. Again her hands firmly but therapeutically massaged my legs
and thighs before attending to my pecs.
I was awoken by a freezing feeling against both my nipples followed by
an alcoholic smell. I could not see through the blindfold but she
started to firmly twist and grip my tiny nipples. I felt an incredible
squeezing on one of my nipples followed by a painful sharp feeling.
"What was being poked into my nipple." I wondered. Whatever it was it
continued to be pulled painfully. The same process then happened with my
other nipple before the woman stopped and muttered that I would like her
work.
After a short silence she whispered in my ear that there was just one
last thing to do before I would be prepared to leave. She told me to lie
still and not move. She then gripped my cock rubbing it with ice for a
minute or so. Touching it lightly she urged me to remain perfectly still
as I felt an uncomfortable feeling in the eye of my cock and then a
sharp and pulling pain in my cock that seemed to go on forever. After a
short hiatus the pain started again but not nearly as bad this time.
"Just got to clean up a minute... don' go anywhere darling," she giggled
as she walked off.
I had lost any will or strength to fight. "What the hell have I gone and
done" I wondered.
She returned a few minutes later and I was still stressing out over my
circumstances but resigned to the fact that what was done was done.
"I'll undo your bindings and get you to sit up on the edge of the table,
sweety," she said as she lifted me up removing my blindfold.
Mia stood before me. I didn't really feel anything specific... just an
all over tenseness following what had just happened. Looking down at my
chest I discovered I was now adorned by rings through each of my
nipples. Not just any rings. They must have been at least 10 gauge and
didn't appear to have a ball or visible join in them. My cock dangled
between my legs weighted down by something substantial. Looking closer I
saw a reverse PA, again in what looked like 10 gauge or more. No wonder
it hurt!! It too appeared to have no join in it.
"May I speak" I asked. She replied yes and I asked about the rings and
the way they were closed. Speaking excitedly, she explained that they
were segmented rings with the lift out segment screwed into the
remainder of the ring. Speaking in a sinister tone she elaborated that
instead of just screwing the rings closed superglue was put on the
thread before permanently closing the loop. I was stuck with the rings
unless I could saw them off with a hacksaw.
Then Mia added that I should enjoy the rings for a very long time as
there was no way of removing them. They are made of hardened steel, she
said... designed to prevent them being sawn off. "Enjoy" she said
opening her blouse for me to spy that she had similar looking rings
through her nipples too.
Come this way Mia said as she walked out of the room and to a
hairdresser's chair. She motioned for me to sit down and said to wait a
minute as she went to a table behind her. Working out of view I lost
focus and looked forward at the mirror and saw my bald head glistening
back at me. It was such a turn-on my cock immediately rose to attention
betraying me.
I jerked to attention as I felt Mia putting something over my head.
Looking up I saw a long brunette wig being adjusted over my head and a
cool feeling as it slid and was adjusted into position. She spoke to me
for a few minutes about how lucky I was to have met Mistress Violet and
her friends.
"Times up!!" she chirped as she want to work on styling my long locks,
using many different cans of hair spray, gel and other products to
achieve the right look.
Mia then secured my wrists and forearms to the arms of the chair and
applied some liquid to my now very sensitive breasts. She turned and
went back to the table behind me fiddling for a couple of minutes before
returning. I watched closely as she positioned enormous breast forms
manipulating them into the perfect position. Holding them for about 30
seconds she said that within about five minutes they would be
permanently affixed due to the special glue which, when applied
separately to the my breasts and the breast forms bonded by forming a
natural skin bond.
She announced that as she'd used the same glue on my head and the wig, I
would be sporting my new hair for life unless I wanted to get scalped.
After 5 or 10 minutes passed Mia removed my binds and led me back to a
room saying "Now to get you dressed".
She asked me to reach high above my head and grip the bar across the
room. I stood on the tips of my toes as she reached around me and drew a
purple satin corset around my waist joining the eyelets in front of my
new breasts. "Breathe in deeply" she barked as she proceeded to pull on
laces behind me putting her knee into my back. My breath was literally
taken away as she tightened and tightened the laces making it impossible
to take anything but the shallowest of breaths.
Proud with the result, Mia said I could lower my hands. I looked down
and saw my new breasts lifted and presented deliciously before me like
hors doerves on a platter. Before my hands had completely lowered she
dropped a black chiffon dress over my head. I watched as it cascaded
down over my new curves finishing about mid thigh or even a little
higher. Mia then stood behind me pulling up the zipper and I heard a
click. She said I would be in the dress as long as Mistress Violet
wished as she had installed a padlock to prevent me from removing it.
Sit down over here Mia pointed to the straight backed chair. As I
approached the chair moving to sit down I swept the skirt of the dress
so it would not be crushed. She stopped me suddenly and said I should
listen closely as Mistress Violet had some specific requirements when I
sat down from now on. Looking me closely in the eye she warned me that I
would suffer severe punishment if I didn't follow instructions
completely. Mia then said I should note that I was wearing no panties
and as such there was an expectation that my bare flesh would sit
directly on the chair.
Lifting the short skirt of my dress, she raised it high stretching a
satin garter belt around my tummy clipping it in front and adjusting it
so the eyelets were behind me. Mia instructed me to sit down again and I
flipped the stiff skirt up behind me before gently placing my bare ass
cheeks on the somewhat cold leather surface of the chair.
Mia then moved around in front of me and kneeled. Taking my right foot
and calf in her hands she rolled a black stocking up my right leg and
did the same to my left one. "Stand" she commanded. Following
instructions immediately she moved around me clipping the stockings to
the garter belt using the six hanging clips.
"One last thing" she said. "Sit". Thinking closely about my recent
instructions, I again flipped up the skirt behind me and placed my bare
ass cheeks on the chair again. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling
while the trepidation of what this meant to my life was coursing through
my veins.
Mia gently grasped my right foot and eased on a black patent court shoe
with towering 6 inch heels. It felt very firm indeed. She similarly put
on the left shoe before clipping closed a strap around the ankle on each
foot connected to the back of the shoe. As I looked down through the
skirt I noticed it wasn't a clip. I saw glistening padlocks hanging from
the shoes screaming the permanency of this situation.
"Mistress has the key that fits all the locks so it is up to her when
you get released," Mia said. As she pulled me to my feet the shoes felt
mighty tight. "You should enjoy these wonderful size 11 shoes. Mistress
chose them herself," she said.
"Size 11... no wonder they feel firm, there a full size too small," I
thought.
Mia made some small styling adjustments to my hair, which hadn't moved
almost at all due to the amount of product I had in it. She then led me
in front of a full length mirror where I noticed for the first time what
a sexy woman now stood before me. I was getting hard again due to my
wicked imagination. I was sure it would get me into trouble!!
"Come with me," Mia said leading the way through the salon. Wolf
whistles and sexual urging followed from customers and staff in the
salon as I minced my way through and to the front door. "Thanks so much
for visiting us today 'Rosanna'," she said. "Come back and see us again.
Mind the step" she said as she opened the door and prompted me to the
car waiting with the door open in front of me.
What happens to Rosanna in the next part? Help me build the intriguing
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