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This is a long story and it is also my first, please be gentle!! I originally wanted to do this with images, but it proved too hard (anyone with help or images they feel suitable please email) normal stuff applies if you are under 18, of a nervous disposition or don't like bondage/tg etc (why are you here!) don't read. Please give feedback (except spelling, grammar mistakes - life's too short!!!) Denver I love your stories please write more soon. On with the good stuff........... Life's a Lottery "What DO you mean you forgot to get it?" said Angie. "The only time I rely on you for anything David and you stuff it up!!" "I know I know I said, but I was busy." "Don't come that excuse, I set up your diary and workload for the week before I left and I know that you didn't have much to do." Unfortunately for me she was right, I had no excuse, I had forgotten to get a lottery ticket for her and most of her numbers had come up. "You've cost me $50,000 bucko and right now, I despise you and your laziness." "Please don't speak to me like that Angie, or you'll be out of a job as well," I said angrily. As soon as I said it, I regretted it, but it did seem to startle her a bit. Angie was my PA and damn good at her job, but she did tend to try and be the boss and although I felt bad about the lottery thing no employee of mine was going to speak to me like that. Angie turned on her well heeled legs and left the office. As she walked out I felt a pang of guilt, but that was overridden when I saw that she was wearing her seamed stockings, at least that's what I fantasised they were, and 4" black patent stilettos again and my guilt turned straight to lust, god she was hot. She was about 5'10" without the shoes and dressed in the most provocative manner most of the time, with tight skirts and power suits. Dress to impress and dominate the room was her advice to all the other aspiring girls in the office and she certainly took her own advice. She had a perfect model figure and face, she looked a bit like Christine Brinkley and Julia Roberts all rolled into one. I liked being surrounded by beautiful women and she was one of my better acquisitions, but so far had failed to succumb to my charms like most of the other female staff had. Hell what's not to like, I'm 30 years old, both my parents died when I was 20 and left me well off and I've managed to turn that money into a few million, and if I say so myself I'm not bad looking. Alright, I'm no beefcake being slightly built and only about 5' 7", but I keep myself fit and am not overweight or anything, although I am definitely getting a little bit of middle aged spread, but I like to live well. I'm one heck of a catch if I wanted to be caught, but I was still too busy enjoying myself to get tied down. I'll get her a bunch of flowers or something and give her a raise, I thought as I gazed out of the window. I could, of course, afford to give her the $50,000, but that would only set a precedent and I didn't get where I am today by being nice to people. Seeing her legs and body had made me horny, so I dialled the number of the escort agency and spoke with the owner, who called herself Madame Chou Wang, and arranged to have a nice little lunchtime sex session with one of their latino cuties. I loved the colour of their skin, so much easier than the dating game I thought, sex on tap. I made sure to tell the agency I wanted the girl in seamed stockings and very high heels, so I could imagine it was Angie I was fucking. A few days later and Angie had seemed to calm down, she was really off to start with, but her mood seemed to have changed a bit and she was more like her old self. Still a bit sniffy with me on occasions, but the threat of sacking her had seemed to do the trick. I idly wondered what else she would do to keep her job, but thought that asking her for a blowjob or else wouldn't work with her, as it had with some of the more junior staff, who I had fired anyway! By the following Monday she was positively sweetness herself, more than before and even started to bring me in cups of coffee. Perhaps she needed to be put in her place, I thought, and congratulated myself on my people skills. She came in and sat opposite me to take some notes. "You're looking a bit anxious," she said. I had had a late night with two of the agencies girls, but wasn't about to divulge that piece of information to her. "Would you like a pick-me-up? I have some herbal remedies that I use whenever I'm feeling a bit uptight." "Yeah sure," I said. She reached into her bag and got out a couple of tablets and handed them to me. As I took them she said, "Look, I'm sorry about my behaviour last week, it was unprofessional and I shouldn't have shouted at you, thank you for the flowers." I was stunned, an apology and thanks. I gulped the tablets down and blabbered on that I was sorry as well and had arranged for her to have a raise and didn't want to lose such a fine employee, but had to draw the line somewhere. As I walked around the room she swivelled in the chair and I caught sight of the top of her stockings. I knew it, I thought to myself. I sat back down and she said, "Well, if we're ok I'll come back later for the notes and I have some documents for you to sign as well, but let those tablets work and you'll be feeling much better later." An hour later and she returned. "How do you feel now?" "Much better," I said and I did. I felt calmer than I had for a long time, although a bit fuzzy. "What are those tablets?" I asked. "Just a herbal supplement. I've been using them for years whenever things get a bit much. They certainly seem to work great. Here's those documents for you to sign, normal stuff, letters to banks and a couple to various attorneys about cases they've been working on for us." I looked the pile and began to try and read them, but just couldn't be bothered, so signed them all. "Look boss, I know it's not my place, but have you considered a holiday, you've been working quite a lot lately and it's obviously getting to you. You've been a bit snappy with everyone and I know I upset you last week going off like that, but you've never spoken to me like that before. We're going to New York next Friday to meet those dealers, why don't you stay over. I used to live and work there, so could show you around, some of my friends are having a Fancy dress party we could go to, it would be fun." At last, I thought, my chance to get her in the sack. A week around me and she would be putty in my hands. "Yeah that sounds like it would be OK, I have felt a bit off colour lately," I lied. "Why don't you set it up?" I said, trying not to sound too triumphant. Things had certainly changed and it was for the better as far as I was concerned. "I'll set it all up David, leave it up to me, you won't have to worry about anything." The way she spoke to me was somehow soothing and I knew I could trust her to get on with the arrangements. The week flew by and Angie was always about getting things done. I had bummed a few of her tablets from her and I was feeling pretty relaxed about the upcoming meeting and looking forward to the holiday. Angie said she'd set up a few things to help me relax whilst we were away, and told me she had sorted out the fancy dress outfits for her friends party. When I asked her what they were she just smiled, handed me another couple of tablets and said, "Don't you worry about it, it's a themed party and I've arranged everything just like the good PA should." I took the tablets without thinking and swallowed them and sat down in my chair. As I looked out the window I had trouble recalling a lot of what had happened during the week and shook my head, it seemed as though everything was just a bit grey. As I did so Angie came up behind me and suddenly started massaging my shoulders. The tablets were kicking in again and I became quite relaxed. I mentioned to her that I can't seem to remember some of the stuff from the week and she whispered in my ear, "Well, anxiety can do that, stress blocks out things you don't want to remember, just let me take care of you over the break and you'll not need to worry about anything." Something in the back of my mind was nagging me and I thought I almost had it, when Angie stopped massaging my shoulders and walked out. I suddenly felt a bit lost, what was happening to me, perhaps I was stressed. Angie walked back in and gave me a smile. "The dealers have called off the meeting so it'll be just a holiday for the two of us, if you don't mind paying me for the time off that is." "No, No, that alright," I said. "Ok, the car will pick you up from your home tomorrow and I've arranged for a valet to pack your clothing for the trip and send it on, so you just need to take some personal items for the flight. Please make sure you get a good nights sleep tonight David, here's another couple of tablets for you to take tonight and I'll get you some more for tomorrow's flight as I know you don't like flying much." As I looked at her talking to me I couldn't remember if I liked flying or not, and her instructions seemed more like orders, but I was too far gone now to be bothered about that. 'I really do need this holiday,' I thought. Friday morning came and at the airport Angie had indeed taken care of everything. The car drove straight up to the private jet she had chartered, with my permission she said, but I couldn't remember and as I boarded she gave me a couple of her tablets to take. I'd decided the night before that I wasn't going to take any more of the tablets this week, so when she handed them to me I told her that I didn't want them and would be fine. I wasn't ready for what happened next, she just burst into tears and started to say she was just trying to help and if I didn't want her to help me then there was no point in her coming with me, as she would just feel in the way. I comforted her and for the first time held her in my arms. As I did so, that reinforced my need to get her to sleep with me so I said that I'd take the tablets and of course I would still need her to help me this week. "So you'll do what I ask you to do?" she said. Yes of course anything she wanted as long as it was intended to relax me so we could have a good time. She gave me the tablets and watched as I took them. She seemed to have a strange sort of smile on her face as I did, but I took this as one of happiness that I had agreed to go along with her plan. Little did she know that I had my own plans for her that week. I sat in one of the large comfy seats and Angie began fussing round me, helping me with the seatbelt. Making sure I was strapped in nice and tight, and I must say that she certainly strapped me in tightly. As she was doing so she said that the tablets were a little stronger than the other ones to help me sleep on the plane and I started to feel a bit woozy. She put some earphones on me so I could listen to some "relaxing" music and my week of rest and recuperation would start now. She said by this time next week you won't know yourself and you wont have to worry your pretty little head over anything. The last thing I can remember about the flight was her undoing my shoes and rubbing her hands up and down my legs saying, "We'll have to do something about all this hair." Angie woke me as the plane was taxing along the runway. I still felt a bit unsteady as she helped me down the steps from the plane and into the waiting car. She again strapped me in the back seat and got in herself, then asked if I wanted to listen to some more music. To be honest I couldn't remember what I had been listening to, but said. "Yes, if you want me to." She smiled and clapped her hands in glee, which I thought a bit strange, but felt better about it when she put the headphones on me and started to rub her hand up and down my leg. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as she had done the seatbelt up real tight again, but with her rubbing my leg, the effects of the tablets and the strange music I felt myself entering a kind of dream world. I felt Angie move her hand up towards my cock and begin to rub it over the top of my pants. I seemed to be able to hear her voice repeatedly telling me to do what she says and to trust her completely and obeying her would get rewards, which I shouldn't have been able to over the music, but it just seemed a part of it. As she continued to rub me I could feel myself about to explode, when suddenly she stopped and I could plainly hear her say, "Wake up sleepy head, been asleep all the way." What? I had dreamed the whole thing, it didn't feel like it and I had a raging hard on. "You must have needed that sleep, out like a light you were," she was saying as she got out of the car after unstrapping me. I was really confused now, her businesslike demeanour definitely wasn't one of someone who 30 seconds ago was rubbing my cock that's for sure, it must have been a dream. I got out of the car and went somewhat shakily into the hotel with her. She went straight to the check-in desk and got our rooms organised. I was feeling somewhat of a spare part in the proceedings and felt like I was watching it all happening to someone else, when she came up to me and grabbed me by the hand and lead me to the lift. "I've booked us adjoining rooms, so I can help you all week and will only be next door if you need anything. There's been a bit of a problem with your luggage, but they are trying to find out where it's gone to, but I can help you tomorrow to buy some new stuff if it doesn't arrive, here we are." She opened the door of the room and we went in. "Now you rest up for an hour or two and I'll be back to run you a nice bath and we can go out for dinner, that OK?" "Yeah I think that's best, I want to try and clear my head," I said. "Right, I'll be back in two hours and David, I think it best if you listen to the music again whilst you sleep, it does seem to relax you." She then went through the adjoining door into her room. I got undressed and went to bed. I lay there for a short while trying to figure out why I felt like I did and trying to sleep, but it wouldn't come. After about ten minutes I absent mindedly went and got the MP3 player with the music on and placed the headphones on my head. When I switched the music on it was like someone switched me off. I awoke to the sounds of water running and realised that Angie had come in and was running my bath. My head felt clearer now and I could think a bit straighter, but as I walked into the bathroom to see Angie I forgot I wasn't wearing any clothes and immediately realised when she turned from the bath and said, "David!" I immediately grabbed a towel and began profusely apologising as I backed out of the bathroom in embarrassment. Angie came out of the bathroom a few seconds later and somewhat sternly said, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure it was an accident. You wouldn't deliberately set out to embarrass me, would you?" It again sounded like a command, but I said no it was an accident and I wouldn't do anything to make her embarrassed. "Good, because I will be introducing you to some of my friends this week and I don't want you doing anything to upset them or me, as we have all been to a lot of trouble arranging things for you to make sure everything's just right, so you can relax and we can have a good time, OK?" I didn't know what to say so I just said, "I'm sorry Angie, I just forgot that's all and with everything that's been happening I'm just not feeling myself." She then seemed to soften and said, "That's why you're here to relax and to make sure you can go on in your correct role, and why you need to do what I say, so I can help you to do so, isn't that right Dave? That's what's best isn't it? That's what we agreed to on the plane, isn't it?" "Yes Angie," I said and felt a bit better now she wasn't mad at me. "Now, I've run you a nice bath with some relaxing oils in it, but to work properly they need to be able to sink into your skin. Seeing you naked has reminded me about that, so it would be best if you shaved off your body hair to help the process." "What?" I said, "shave my legs?" "No silly," she said, "I said all of your body hair. I want you to shave off all of your body hair, legs, arms, underarms, pubic hair, chest, the lot." "I can't do that!! What would people say?" "Who's gonna know? Anyway that's what I want you to do and you agreed to do what I said to help you. The oils won't work unless they can get to your skin and they can't with all your hair in the way, so get shaving. Honest Dave, you'll feel much better without it, from what I've unexpectedly seen you've not much anyway." She was right, I'd never been that hairy. I tried to grow a beard once, but gave up after about two weeks, when no-one had noticed I was even trying. Angie was still talking and I just heard her say, "You'll get a nice reward if you do this for me Dave." Immediately I thought about my dream from the car and got a hard on, which was doubly embarrassing as I still only had on the towel I had grabbed from the bathroom. "OK, OK," I said, "I'll do it, but really Angie, it's a bit much, don't you think?" "Trust me Dave, it'll be worth it," she said seductively as she put a pink ladyshave razor in my hand and pushed me toward the bathroom. "I'll get you a nice drink whilst you're doing that. Shout when you're in the bath and I can come in with it, and if you need a hand with shaving anywhere a bit delicate......" She laughed as she said that and I scuttled into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bath and considered my options, tell Angie enough was enough and I wasn't going to do it and blow the chance of getting the reward she promised, which I hoped would live up to the dream, or following the path of least resistance and complying with her orders, which was what they were I now realised. 'I'll do this, then if she doesn't put out for me as a reward I'll stop this right now,' I thought. As soon as I'd decided to comply, I felt a great rush of happiness and relief, as though a weight had been lifted from me. 'It won't be too bad and she is right, no-one will know,' I thought. I got into the shower and began to shave off my hair, using the razor and some cream she had left in there, all the while feeling pleased that I'd made the right decision. It was nice to have someone looking out for you and telling you what to do now and again, it was quite liberating really. As I watched the hair being washed away I felt like some of my unhappiness and anger went with it. I got into the bath, which was overflowing with bubbles, and could indeed feel and smell the oils in the bath. As I relaxed I heard Angie shout out something like are you decent and then come in. She had a big smile on her face and a drink in one hand. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it, and I bet you feel great now, don't you?" I had to admit that it did feel good, a very pleasant experience being smooth and I could tell that she was pleased with me when I put a leg out of the bath and showed her what a good job I'd done. "Drink your wine and I'll go and get some things ready for your reward. You like stockings, don't you?" she said as she went out the door. "Yes!" I thought. "It didn't even take a week." I took a great big gulp of wine and sank back into the bath. I could hear Angie moving around between her room and mine, and finished my wine before getting out of the bath. As I did so she appeared with a huge fluffy towel and wrapped it around me, then began to rub me dry. I felt great, the towel was warm and Angie was paying particular attention to the areas I'd shaved. "Come into the bedroom and I'll give you some oils to rub into your skin, so it doesn't chafe." She led me by the hand into the bedroom and gave me a bottle of oil. "Rub that into your pubic area and I'll be back to do the other parts for you." She winked and left for her room. I sat on the bed thinking about finally screwing Angie and rubbing the oil around my by now raging hard-on, when I suddenly started to feel a bit dizzy. The wine was starting to hit me I thought, I hadn't eaten since breakfast and with the heat of the bath as well. I lay back on the bed just as Angie made her appearance. She was dressed in a black basque stockings, red panties and high heels and looked every inch as gorgeous as I'd imagined she would. She moved over to the bed and said, "I'm gonna take care of you this week Dave. You do want me to take care of you, don't you." As she said this she took the bottle of oil from me and started to rub it onto my legs. I thought I would come there and then, but didn't thankfully. "Well Dave, do you want me to take care of you good and proper?" She moved up to put the oil on my chest and rubbed it in small circles around my nipples. "See what being a good boy brings Dave, now I've told you to do what I say and you've been good, so you get your reward. Do you want to come Dave?" "Oh yes please Angie," I moaned, "please take care of me." "Well it's like everything else this week Dave, you can only do so if I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes Angie, please let me come." Her hand moved down to my cock and she began to stroke me slowly. "You're gonna be pleased with the end results of the week, Dave. I know I will be if tonight's anything to go by. You like me telling you what to do Dave, don't you, you like me being in charge?" "Oh god Angie, please let me come." "Are you gonna be a good boy for the rest of the week, Davey?" "Yes Angie, oh yes." "You gonna do what you're told?" "Oh yes, yes." "Well in that case you can come now Davey, but don't forget your promise." "Oh shit," I said as I had just about one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. I was in ecstasy, what a ride. I was still dizzy from the wine and the excitement of seeing Angie dressed like she was. And having such a spectacular orgasm and didn't see her scoop a little of my cum from my chest and drop it onto my lips. I licked my lips and tasted the salty substance, but didn't know what it was. She did the same again, but this time I watched her do it and when she dropped it onto my lips I couldn't help myself and licked them again. "Did you enjoy your reward Davey?" she said. I could only nod as the wine continued its work. "Good, you rest for a little bit and then get in the shower, don't forget we're going out for dinner." About 30 minutes later I had showered and was looking for something to wear when Angie walked in, looking a million dollars in a black sheath dress. "Why aren't you ready Davey?" she said looking cross. "I haven't got any clothes to wear," I said, "they still haven't bought my stuff up." "Oh yes, sorry I forgot," she said softening her tone a little. I tell you what, let me go and see what I can rustle up and I'll be back in a jiffy. You can't go out just wearing a towel, can you." "Why don't we just get some room service?" I suggested. "We don't have to go out." I put on my best seductive voice. I'd recovered a bit and the thought of screwing her had cropped up again. "I've got dressed up now," she shouted from her room. "Anyway I've found some stuff you can wear." She came back into the room with a pile of clothing in her arms. "Now, don't laugh, but most of this is unisex and should fit you." She held up a pair of slacks and they indeed did look like men's pants until I got a little closer and saw that they fastened in the back. The "shirts" she had were also ok, until on closer inspection I could see that they buttoned up the wrong way. "I can't wear these," I said, "they're woman's clothes.2 "Look," she said, "they are all we've got and I want to go out and have something to eat. I knew you'd be like this, you're just like all the other men. Once you've had your oats you don't care about how the women feels or what she wants. I've worked really hard for you to arrange all the things I have and given you a hand job tonight, that's way above the call of duty by the way, you promised you'd do what I want and straight away you're breaking your promise." I felt really guilty and thought I'd blown any chance I had of getting her in bed with me. "Look Angie, I'm really sorry, of course I'll wear them, it's only for tonight and I won't break my promise. I really appreciate what you are doing for me, are we OK?" "Yes," she said rather sulkily, "but I wish you'd just do what I say as you promised without any argument. I thought you liked getting rewarded," she added rather sexily. "Oh I do." I moved closer to her to kiss her, but she moved back and instead handed me the pants with a evil grin. I laughed and took them from her. She giggled and went back into her room quickly returning. "I think you should put these on as well," she said handing me the pair of silky red panties she had been wearing earlier, "as a punishment for not doing as you were told straight away." I took them from her and laughed. "OK, if that's the worst you can come up with as a punishment, I can live with that." I put them on in front of her, dropping my towel as I did so. As I slid them up my legs I again felt the rush of excitement I had felt earlier when I shaved my body hair off. It felt great to do something that pleased Angie, and as I pulled them up my cock betrayed that feeling. "Oooh someone likes that," said Angie. I blushed and quickly pulled on the pants. She handed me an off white shirt and helped me do it up. I tucked the shirt in and was about to put on my shoes when she said, "What about socks?" "I only have the pair I've been wearing all day," I said. "Wait, I have an idea." She returned with a pair of hold up stockings. "They'll at least stop your shoes chafing," she said with a shrug. I took off the pants and put on the stockings. The feeling of them on my shaved legs was awesome and feeling them rub against the pants when I put them back on was something else and I shuddered. "Like the feeling?" she said. "There's nothing nicer than new stockings on freshly shaved legs, is there Davey?" "It's very nice Angie," I said as she helped me do up the zip on the rear of the pants. "There we are, we're ready," she said as I put my shoes on and followed her out of the room. Dinner was largely uneventful, nobody seemed to notice what I was wearing, much to my relief, and after a few drinks I was feeling a bit more like the old David. 'Perhaps she's right and I do need to relax a bit,' I thought. We went back to my room for a nightcap and Angie gave me a couple of her tablets which she insisted I took in front of her, before announcing that she was off to bed. "But I thought we might spend the night together," I said. "Oh no, that's a big reward that you haven't begun to deserve yet," she said. "Now go and listen to your music and get a good nights sleep, the tablets will help, they are the same ones you had on the plane, goodnight Davey." And with that she left. I felt somehow cheated and disappointed. 'What will it take to get that women into bed?' I thought. I undressed down to the red panties and decided that I'd keep them on as they felt so good and reminded me of her. I began to feel a bit sleepy and had hardly managed to get the headphones on and the music switched on before I fell asleep. The next few days went by in a bit of a blur. We did a few tourist things, empire state building, that sort of thing, but I was sleeping until late into the morning as every night Angie made me take a couple of the tablets and listen to the music. We weren't exactly burning the midnight oil either. "You came here to relax and forget about everything in the past," she said, and that certainly was what seemed to be happening. I was having great difficulty remembering some stuff, but Angie was always there to help. It was becoming like I was dependant on her for everything. She woke me up every morning with a bath and a new razor. "Gotta keep smooth for the oils," she would say and I enjoyed the fact that she was smiling at my acceptance of her command of me. "See, it's so nice when you do as you are told," she would say. The clothing situation had not been resolved and during the day I was wearing a pair of Angie's jeans and one of her jumpers. She had told me to wear stockings under the jeans to stop them chafing my legs as they were pretty tight on me, but way too long. I had tried to fold the bottoms over, but there seemed to be too much material and she had given me a pair of her shoes with a 2" heel to make up for the difference. "I don't want my jeans ruined by being dragged along the floor," she said, which sounded fair enough. They were a bit tight and uncomfortable to walk in, but she had insisted and I didn't argue with her as they couldn't be seen and it was easier to do what she said. In fact it was becoming easier and easier as the week went by. I hadn't yet done anything to deserve another reward, but I was still wearing her knickers, a different pair each day, "To remind me that I should do what I was told," she would say as she handed them to me every morning along with another couple of her tablets. In the evenings, when we went out, she insisted that I wear the pants as before and keep the stockings on, and she was giving me a different shirt each night. By the Tuesday night I was a bit fed up with this and as she brought another one in, this time a pastel pink one, I told her to forget it and I would rather stay in and tomorrow I would get some proper clothes. As I was telling her this she freaked out, accusing me of breaking my promise to her and becoming quite agitated. I had just taken a couple of the tablets and wasn't ready for what happened next in my hazy state. She grabbed me and dragged me into her room, spun me around a few times and pushed me face down on the bed. I felt, rather than saw, the handcuffs she put on me, locking my hands behind my back. "I think it's about time you got a proper punishment Davey, to teach you that you don't have rewards without the other end of the scale. I won't have you being disobedient to me and breaking your promise. You told me to take care of you completely and that's what I intend to do." I was about to start to tell her to let me go when she pulled down the pants and knickers I was wearing, grabbed hold of my wrists in one hand and lifted them up. I had no choice but to bend forward and was forced down into the bed and could hardly breathe, let alone yell. "This is what disobedient people get Dee," I had overlooked the shortening of my name and over familiarity the past week, but this was ridiculous I thought. The next thing I felt was severe pain on my arse. 'Bloody hell,' I thought, 'she's caning m.' Another stroke and more pain followed by 4 more. By this time I was nearly in tears with the pain, this was no play caning, she was hitting me as hard as she could with a strength I didn't know she possessed. "Are you gonna do what I want Dee, whatever I want, without question?" she said as another stroke fell. "Well, are you?" Another stroke. "Tell me you will obey me without question Dee, or the next one will draw blood," she hissed. I was in tears now and cried out that I would and I was sorry and please don't hit me anymore. I must have begged for about 5 minutes, all the time tensing for the stroke of the cane and praying it wouldn't come. She finally let go of my wrists and turned me over on the bed. To my complete surprise she was crying. "Oh Dee, why do you make it so difficult for me to help you? I'm only doing what's best for you and now you've made me hurt you to do it. What's wrong with you? Do you like making me upset, do you like making me do stuff I don't want to?" "No, No Angie I'm sorry, it won't happen again I promise." And I was completely sure it wouldn't. I didn't want that pain again whatever she bloody well wanted me to wear! But all the time it was nagging me, I was apologising for her caning me, there's something wrong here, but just as quickly as the thought came into my head it went again and I could only think of how upset I'd made Angie and how sorry I was I had disobeyed her. "Look Dee, tomorrow is another day and I have arranged for you to have a special treat with one of my friends, so just go back to your room and think about what you really want, and if you don't want me around to help you anymore tell me before I introduce you to save us both some embarrassment, OK? I'll see you in the morning." She uncuffed my hands and pressed two of my night tablets in them, then led me into my room, still with the pants and knickers round my ankles. She went back into her room and for the first time I heard her lock the adjoining door. I was devastated. I fell onto the bed crying, both at the pain from my red raw arse and the fact that Angie might not be around to help me. I felt as though I had betrayed her. She was only doing what I had asked and I had upset her enough to make her hurt me. I was still sobbing when I took the tablets 30 minutes later after getting undressed, and I put on the music. And it was as if I could hear her voice as I drifted off to sleep, comforting me, saying that I would be better only if I obeyed her and did as she asked without question, and I began murmuring to myself that from now on that's what I would do for the rest of our time here. I would do exactly what she wanted, and I felt comforted enough by that to finally drift off, despite the pain from my throbbing arse. The next morning I awoke to the normal sound of Angie running my bath. As I stirred she came in and I gasped, she was dressed to kill in a tight black pencil skirt and white blouse. She was wearing her stilettos and I could just make out the tabs of her garter belt when she bent over to pick up some clothes from the floor.+ "Well what's your answer Dee, do we carry on or do I leave now, will you obey me completely or not?" she said sadly. "We carry on," I said, "there will be no more dissent from me, I don't want to upset you any more. I'll do whatever you say and if I don't you can just leave, but I am determined that you won't. Please don't leave Angie, I need you." She bounded over to me with the biggest smile on her face and hugged me. "Oh I'm so glad," she said, "we are finally getting somewhere. You're finally getting the point of all I've done for you so far, it's to make you like me." Seeing her happy was like the best rush I'd yet had and I wanted it to continue, and was sure that from now on I wouldn't make her upset. She almost skipped into the bathroom and said that she had a big day planned for me. We were going to see a friend of hers, who ran a sort of spa, and she was going to give me some treatments to help me relax and feel more comfortable and better presented. I was to be nice to her, because she was also going to help me get ready for the party on Friday. I had almost forgotten about that. Which in hindsight wasn't surprising, as I could barely remember what day it was, let alone much else except pleasing Angie. "Now come on, get into the shower and get shaving, you must be extra smooth today and don't be long in that bath. I'll pick you out a nice top to wear, but I must say Dee that I'm running out of stuff for you to wear, perhaps we'll pick some up today." "That'll be great," I yelled from the shower, "whatever you choose will be fine." "Don't tempt me Dee, I'm still a little mad at you," she laughed. "Remember what I made you wear as punishment the first time you upset me." 20 minutes later I was standing in a towel as Dee gave me the red knickers I had worn the first time and a new pair of stockings. I noticed that they were seamed and she said, "Sorry that's the only pair I've got left, make sure the seams are straight when you put them on, and you'll also need this garter belt as they aren't hold-ups like all the others you've used before." I noticed that the top she had put out was the pale pink pastel shirt from the night before and could feel she was testing me in some way. I turned around to put on the knickers and I could hear her wince when she saw my arse. It was still red raw with deep welts across it. I quickly put on the knickers and she said, "Don't make me hurt you again Dee." "I won't," I said. She moved closer to me and gave me a huge hug, then moved away quickly and said, "Come on, hurry up and get dressed, or we'll be late." The area we were in was certainly not on any tourist map of New York I had ever seen. It was a weird collection of small alleys and streets. "This is the old New York," she explained. The streets were lined with an eclectic array of shops, selling all sorts of stuff. As we passed one I saw a pair of black stillettos in the window, similar to what Angie was now wearing, only about 2" higher. They also had a thick ankle strap on them, which was fastened by a small padlock. I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame. "You like them Dee?" she said. "They are awfully high, they must be at least 6". They would be awfully difficult to walk in." "They would make your legs look great," I said. "They would make anyone's legs look great Dee. Do you like any of the other stuff in the windows? Give me some ideas of what you'd like from me." "I like the skirt you're wearing now Angie, but it would be better in leather." "What about that one there Dee?" She pointed at another shop and for the first time I realised that the shops around here were fetish shops, as the dress she had pointed out was made of a shiny rubber material. "Shall we go in for a quick look Dee?" She grabbed my hand and we went into the shop. For about 20 minutes we went around the shop, with her picking up various outfits and pieces of clothing, telling me to say what I liked and didn't, because she wanted to make it up to me for the caning she had given me. I was in heaven picking out all sorts of tight restrictive clothing, that I was sure would show her off the best. Before we could purchase anything though she gasped and said, "Look at the time, you're gonna be late for your appointment." She dragged me out of the shop and we rushed along the street, which was a bit difficult for me as she had made me wear her shoes again. A short time later we entered a shop called "beauty first" and as we went in it dawned on me that this was in fact a beauty salon. Angie gushed as a women came out from the back room, "Hi Sandra, sorry we're late, we were looking at some clothes." She turned to me and gave me a wink. "You and clothes Angie." Sandra was a striking woman not quite as tall as Angie, but not far off, and she also looked stunning. But she did run a beauty parlour, I thought to myself. Her and Angie had a conversation for about 5 minutes about how they were and what they had each been up to, then Sandra said, "So this is the poor lamb that needs my help to find himself?" "Yes, Sandra this is Dee. Dee, Sandra, say hello, then don't be shy Dee." "Hi," I said. "Well that's the introductions over, so I'll leave him in your hands Sandra," said Angie. "Yes don't worry, he'll be a new man by the time you come and collect him." Angie came closer to me and said, "I'm gonna go and buy some of the clothes we saw now Dee, for your reward, if you've been good for Sandra that is. But I'll need your credit card to do it, as I'm not cheap." I practically broke my hand getting my wallet out of my pocket, but before I could give her the card she just took the whole wallet from me. "Do I have a limit?" she said in a voice which almost made me cum in my pants. "No," I said, "there are no limits," gulping. "You might be sorry," she said. "You make sure to do what Sandra tells you Dee, or else no reward." "Don't worry Angie, I'm sure he will enjoy the day so much he won't be able to wait to come back on Friday, so he can look his best for the party for you and make the most of the fabulous costume you've got him," said Sandra. "Oh that reminds me, I will have to get some extra things to finish off the look whilst I'm out and about. Things are better than I could have expected and I think that I'll easily be able to enjoy the benefits on Friday," said Angie with a wink to Sandra. I was starting to get the impression that they were planning something quite special as my final treat on Friday, perhaps that was the day Angie would finally put out for me, I idly thought as I watched her and my wallet leave the shop. "OK Dee, it's just you and me now, so go into that cubicle, get undressed down to your underwear and put on the robe that's hanging up." Sandra was all business now that Angie had gone and I saw her pulling the blinds down on the shop front as I went into the cubicle. Once inside I started to get undressed and realised that Sandra would see I had on Angie's panties and was mortified at the thought. It didn't seem too bad with Angie knowing, but I didn't know Sandra at all, what would she think? Looking at the robe which was a short pink affair, with an open back, similar to the kinds you get in hospital, I knew I wouldn't be able to go without underwear. I was standing in the cubicle just wearing my stockings and panties, trying to think of a way out of the situation, when I heard Sandra say, "Are you ready yet," and as she did so she opened the door. "Wow, they look good on you," she said, which wasn't the reaction I was expecting to say the least. "Most men look ridiculous in stockings, but you have great legs. You'll have to take them off I'm afraid, for the treatments, but you can keep your pretty panties on for now. Angie was right, you are a hottie. Now hurry up, we have a lot to do with you today." A feeling of relief came over me and I hurriedly shed the stockings and garter belt and put on the robe. Angie must have told her, I thought, she wouldn't want me embarrassed, and Sandra seemed to think they looked good so everything was alright. Angie did know best I thought. I stepped out of the cubicle and Sandra sat me down in a chair like they have at dentists. "Now some of what we will do today may seem weird at first, but it's all part of the grand plan to help you get into your role with Angie on Friday and also to help you, so just relax and enjoy the day. Don't question me as to what I'm doing, as I'll explain what you need to know as we go along. Don't upset me or you'll upset Angie and from the marks I can see on your rear and what she has told me I think you have upset her enough don't you?" Now I did blush and just said, "OK," and hung my head down at the memory of Angie upset. Sandra put some headphones on me and said, "Don't look so worried Dee, just enjoy the ride, it'll be fun. Angie said that you were listening to the tapes I gave her to help you relax and I have some new ones for you to listen to today whilst we are going along. Here are a couple of those herbal tablets to help you relax as well, and a glass of champagne to wash them down with." Sandra came round and knelt in front of me and began to massage my feet as I took the tablets. "We're gonna start with a pedicure, then a manicure to disguise those nasty nails you've been biting. That's stress related you know, and I have some other treatments for you including a full body massage and a spray tanning session, a bit of botox and a few other things to make you feel and look younger and more trendy, does that sound good or what?" And it did, seeing her kneeling at my feet, looking up at me, was great. I began to imagine all sorts of possibilities. "You're lovely and smooth Dee, but it must be a bind having to shave all the time. I'll also give you a house special that I do, it's a depilatory cream which works wonders. Most of my clients have said that they don't see any growth of hair for months after and some say that they haven't had any grow back at all. Now just relax and let me do my thing," she said. The tablets had begun to work their magic really quickly this time, must have been the champagne, I thought as I lent back into the chair and entered a similar sort of dream state I had felt in the car from the airport. I can remember parts of the day, but mostly it's all a blur. The body massage was very relaxing, but the depilatory cream made me feel like my skin was burning, especially when it was put on my face and genitals. My hair on my head was already cut very short, but Sandra insisted that she applies the cream everywhere, and I remember her saying, "You can always get a wig if you want to have some hair." She had given me a different pair of panties to wear for the tanning session, so my others didn't get messed up, she said. I remember saying to her that they were a heart shape and wouldn't it show once the tan was on, but she just said not to worry about it. Nobody except her and Angie would know, call it our love heart, she said. By mid afternoon I was starting to feel a lot less woozy. Sandra came up behind me and pierced my ear. That woke me right up and when she did it again I couldn't help myself and let out a small squeal. She came around to the front and said, "Stop being a baby, it's trendy for men to have their ear pierced. You've got two now, so that makes you doubly trendy." She laughed, then said, "Damn, sorry Dee, I've pierced the wrong ear, men have it done on the other side, no worries." She lent over and pierced my other ear twice as well. "There, when the holes have healed you can take them out of the wrong ear, but you'll have to leave them in for a few days." I put my hands up to my ears and got another shock, I had nails. Seeing me looking at them Sandra said, "They were quite bad Dee, and I've extended them just a little, so you can see what they are supposed to be like when you stop biting them. They are acrylic and you won't be able to bite them off or get them off any other way without mine or Angie's help, so that your own underneath can grow and you can start to get used to having nails. Especially when you wear stockings, you have to be careful you don't catch them or you'll get a run." I looked at them and could see that they were painted a very light pink colour, almost unnoticeable unless you looked closely. "Why have you painted them?" I asked. "Oh that's just to make them look nice, you want to look nice for Angie, don't you?" "Yes, I suppose so, but that comes off, right?" "Of course it does, silly, you'll have to get used to putting on the varnish yourself eventually, to keep them pretty all the time." For some reason that statement seemed very reasonable. I would have to make sure I kept myself nice, especially after all the hard work Angie and Sandra were putting in for me. 'It's nice being pampered and looked after,' I thought. "You like Angie, don't you Dee? Do you want me to tell you a secret about her, something she likes?" "That would be great," I said. "We seem to be stuck at a certain point in our relationship," I said, meaning she won't sleep with me, but wanting it to sound deep and meaningful, so Sandra would spill the beans. "Well don't tell her I told you, but she likes to be called Miss Angie, it really turns her on apparently." Angie came through the door at that moment, festooned with bags and parcels. "I'm almost finished with him for today," said Sandra, back to being all business. "Just a few small injections to smooth away the lines and make him really kissable and I need to sort out his eyebrows as I unfortunately took them off as well by mistake with the depilatory." Sandra spun me around to face her and began using some sort of pen with what seemed like needles on it to stroke my brow over my eyes. "This is semi permanent," she said, "so by the time they grow back you'll never know." "They look much better like that Sandra anyway, a lot less bushy and untidy," said Angie. When she had finished with that she came at me with a large hypodermic needle. "This may sting a little, but the results will be worth it," she said as she proceeded to inject various parts of my face. "It'll soften up your features and make you appear a more softer person," she said as she finished. "Now only one more thing, then you can go and get changed, while I speak to Angie about the arrangements for Friday." She had another hypodermic in her hand and began injecting my lips with it. "This is just a little collagen filler to plump up your lips as they are quite thin, this will make your lips really kissable and make you look fantastic." The speed with which she had started to inject me had precluded any argument or dissent I might have voiced and again I thought, well it all helps I suppose. "Good girl," said Sandra. "Oops, sorry Dee, force of habit, now run along and get changed whilst I speak with Angie, and be careful putting on your stockings with those new nails." I stood up from the chair and went to the changing room. As I was putting on my clothes I felt a bit weird, like things were slipping away from me. I had to really concentrate whilst putting my stockings on and for some reason felt like I had to be sure the seams were straight, even though no-one would see them. Once dressed I came out and found both Sandra and Angie laughing loudly. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Oh nothing," said Angie, "just girl stuff. I've ordered us a cab back to the hotel, as I can't possibly walk there with all this stuff. But I've got some bad news for you Dee, I'm afraid I lost your wallet on the way back here, but I've used Sandra's phone and cancelled all your cards and things, so hopefully it's not too much of a problem." "Damn Angie, I know it's not your fault, but it had all my ID, driving licence and hotel card key in there, let alone all my cash, what am I going to do now?" "Well, don't worry, I'll take care of the hotel bill and other things like that, you don't need any ID and I still have my hotel key. I'll take care of everything for you. Look, you've got yourself all upset again, here take these and relax, I have everything you need." She handed me a couple of tablets and I greedily took them, they were becoming a crutch now and I was starting to enjoy the state they put me in. Angie noticed this and smiled. "You like the tablets, don't you Dee, you like the way they make you feel. All relaxed and carefree, let me worry about everything." Just then the cab drew up outside and in a rush of kisses and hugs Angie and Sandra said, "Goodbye until Friday." They yelled at each other, and I was bundled unceremoniously into the rear with all the bags and Angie jumped in after. Once at the hotel Angie paid the driver and I sulked a bit about my wallet. I had never been without money or cards and now I was having to rely on someone else to provide for me. "Good job you gave me that raise," said Angie, "or else we'd both be without cash. If I had only bought the lottery ticket myself instead of relying on you, still never mind we wouldn't be having so much fun would we." There seemed to be a harshness in her tone which unnerved me a bit, but I didn't say anything. "Carry all the bags up for me Dee," she said as she strode off to the lift. By the time I had gathered them all together the lift had gone and I had to wait a few minutes for the next one. As I got to the door of my room I realised I didn't have my key and I had to knock on the door. As I did so a porter came by and said ,"Can I help you miss?" Before I could reply Angie opened the door and said, "Where have you been?" and I walked in to the room. Angie closed the door and I sat down on the bed, a bit shell-shocked. "What's the matter honey?" she said. "The porter thought I was a girl, what's happening to me Angie, what have you done?" "I've only done what's best for you Dee. Don't worry about him, he's probably been on duty all day and has been mistaken or couldn't see you properly because of all the bags or something. You look fabulous and you truly deserve the reward I've got for you tonight." Again there seemed to be a certain harshness about her tone, but the fact that she was there to look after me was now paramount in my thoughts, and I started to cry like a baby. "Thanks for looking out for me Angie, I don't know what I'd do without you now." She came over and hugged me and all was right in my world. "It's been a busy day Dee, why don't you have a rest, let those nice tablets work, listen to the new tape Sandra has given me for you and I'll arrange for your reward. You can't eat anything tonight because of what Sandra has injected in your lips, so we'll have to stay in, and I warn you, now we'll have to stay in tomorrow as well because your face will probably be a little swollen from the injections. That's why we had to start today and not Friday, so you can look fantastic for me." "What is my costume for Friday Angie? You still haven't told me." "It's a surprise, so don't spoil it. Now undress and get into bed, make sure you don't ladder those stockings," she said as she picked up all the bags and disappeared into her room. I undressed and put on the earphones, lay down and went to sleep with what sounded like Angie's voice in my head. A few hours later Angie woke me up. "Are you ready for your reward?" she said huskily. I came awake in seconds, but couldn't move, or see and when I tried to speak only a mewing sound came out. "I could see that you liked all the stuff in the fetish shop Dee, so for your reward tonight I bought some to wear, but I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me, so bought some restraints for you as well. Tonight you really will do what I say, you're my slave, my sex toy, nod if you want to play this game with me." I thought I would break my neck, I was nodding so hard. "Do you want to see, Dee?" I nodded again and she took off the blindfold. She was a vision, she was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, the tight, shiny black rubber dress hugging every one of her contours, her arms were clad in elbow length gloves of the same material and I could just about make out that she was wearing black patent stilettos which had a 4" heel and a thick ankle strap. They were black and shiny against the slightly paler black of her stockings. They were undoubtedly stockings, as I could see the outline of the garters as the dress was so tight. Her face was beautifully made up and her lips were coated in the reddest lipstick I had ever seen. Her normally long blond hair was hidden under a jet black, page boy style wig, giving her a completely different appearance to normal. "Like what you see, Slave Dee?" she said. I nodded and could only swallow deeply as she moved closer and touched me on the leg. "Whatever shall I do with you for the next few hours, my little Dee Dee? I like the sound of that, that's what I'll call you from now on. Ooohhh Dee Dee, what's this, your cock wasn't this hard the other night," she said as she began to stroke me. "You must really like your new name if it excites you this much." I was groaning into the gag now and closed my eyes. Just as I thought I would cum she stopped and said, "Not yet Dee Dee, no cumming until I tell you, or you will be punished." She walked around the room like a cat who had got the cream. "I bet you have imagined me dressed like this, haven't you Dee Dee. Bet at the beginning of the week you couldn't have guessed you'd see me like this though, did you?" I shook my head and struggled vainly against the bonds. "It's no point struggling Dee Dee, they are made of very strong leather." I glanced left and right as well as down as she pulled off the bedclothes and could see that I was securely bound, naked, spread- eagled on the bed. 'How did she manage to do this without me waking up,' I thought. "I'm gonna make you fuck me tonight Dee Dee, so I need you to stay hard for me." She picked something up from the table and walked over to the bed. She lent over my cock and with her mouth only inches from the tip blew softly on it and took it in her hands. I could feel her doing something with the base of my cock, but couldn't see. She lifted her head and said, "This may feel uncomfortable for you, but it will make sure you stay hard for me." With that she pulled on a strap device she had fastened around the base of my cock. I yelped into my gag as the leather strap bit into my skin. "I'm told it will keep you engorged even if you cum Dee Dee, by not letting the blood flow back freely from your muscle, want to try?" I was again nodding furiously and she began to wank me off, slowly at first then faster. Within seconds I had cum all over my chest and fell back against my bonds exhausted. "You little slut Dee Dee, I never said you could cum, that means I get to punish you, doesn't it?" I could only nod weakly as she said, "Well at least the cockstrap appears to work, you're still rock hard for me." She moved over to the night stand and picked up two glasses, poured herself a glass of champagne from a bottle she must have brought in with her and moved over to the bed. She used the empty glass to scrape up all the cum from my chest and then very deliberately broke open two of the herbal tablets and poured them into the glass. "You like these tablets Dee Dee, but to have them you are gonna have to swallow them in your cum, that's your punishment, do you understand?" I nodded weakly and she undid my gag. "I don't want you to speak Dee Dee, just swallow." She pulled the gag out and grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth. "From now on when you take the tablets you'll think of cum and it will make it all the more exciting for you to take them, won't it my little slave?" she said, then proceeded to pour the contents of the glass down my throat. She was still holding my jaw and I couldn't close my mouth. I swallowed quickly, but couldn't believe how much there was. It was so thick, I could feel it as it slid down my throat. When there was no more falling from the glass she made me stick my tongue out and lick the inside. I thought I would be gagging, but was surprised with myself for not doing so. I thought it wasn't too bad after all, far better than being caned, that's for sure. "What a good little slave you are Dee Dee, you took your punishment well, perhaps there is hope you can be obedient after all." "Thank you, Miss Angie," I said, remembering what Sandra had told me earlier. I saw her physically shudder. "God I love people calling me that," she said. "Sandra told you that, the little minx, wait until I see her." I smiled, but it didn't last long as she then said, "But I told you to be quiet Dee Dee, I told you not to speak, so that's another punishment for you and I'm afraid I'll have to gag you again." She went next door and came out with something behind her back. She went to the foot of the bed and began to crawl up my body, I could feel the soft rubber of her dress against me, as she was fully on top of me she said, "Open wide, Dee Dee." I did somewhat hesitantly. "Wider, that's a good slave." She then pushed something into my mouth and it seemed she kept on pushing. Whatever it was it struck the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. "Just relax sweetie, let it in, this is your new punishment, so it's gonna happen either way." The tablets I had taken with the cum must have begun to act on me as the next time she pushed the object down my throat it was a lot easier. She drew it out and said, "Are you ready to take it all," then pushed it down my throat. "Breath through your nose sweetie, that's it. Oh you look so hot, all flustered and wide eyed." She pushed a bit more, then I felt her securing whatever it was I my mouth behind my head. I tried to speak, but nothing came out, nothing. My mouth felt as though it was stretched wide open and as I ran my tongue around the object it felt a bit rough and veiny? As the realisation dawned on me what it was in my mouth she said, "That's right honey, that's 6" of cock you have in your mouth. I'm proud of you, most women take years to build up to that sort of deep throating. Perhaps now you will be quiet," she laughed. My head was swimming. This was too much, I wanted it to stop, but at the same time didn't. I was really confused and couldn't think straight. At that moment Angie took off her dress and I saw that she was wearing a basque made of the same material as the dress and the only thing I could think of at that moment was making sure I did whatever it took to please her. At that moment I was lost to her, every fantasy I'd ever had, every other woman I'd ever slept with was not even close to how sexy she looked at that moment. "Well, let's see if I can do what you have Dee Dee." She crawled back on top of me into the 69 position and as I looked down saw that attached to the cock in my mouth was a dildo. My eyes went wide as she said, "Now I'm gonna suck you and fuck myself and there's nothing you can do. Don't you dare cum in my mouth or the punishment for that will be most severe and you will not like it, I can guarantee you that." She lowered herself down onto the dildo and her gorgeous ass covered my face. I could smell her juices and as she lent over and took my cock in her mouth. I was truly in heaven. She began moving up and down on the dildo and my cock. As she came down on the dildo it forced the cock in my mouth to move down my throat, it was as though I was sucking myself, the movement was so co-ordinated. She moved her body down the dildo and her mouth down my cock and the cock in my mouth went down my throat, it was a fantastic feeling. I was moving into that dream state again and didn't immediately notice that she had stopped sucking my cock and was concentrating on working the dildo. Up and down the cock in my mouth went, faster and faster until with a push that forced it further down my throat than ever before she came. For a good 2 minutes or more she didn't move. The cock in my mouth was still forced down my throat and I was having difficulty breathing due to that and her ass on my face. When she finally got off me she said, "That's the best fuck I've had in ages Dee Dee, you were a good girl and didn't cum, so I'll take the gag out now and you can speak." She undid the gag and slowly pulled the cock out of my mouth. "How do you feel Dee Dee, having sucked your first cock?" Strangely I felt elated. I had made Angie cum and she was pleased with me. "I feel OK Miss Angie," I said, "but why do you keep calling me a girl?" "Well only girls or gay men suck cock Dee Dee, and you're not gay are you?" "Oh no Miss Angie, I love women." "Well in that case you're a girl, because you suck cock isn't that right?" My mind was in a whirl, what she had said seemed completely logical and I could not think of any other answer. "I guess so." "Well then my little cock sucking slut, do you want me to release you, so you can wank yourself off for me?" "Yes please Miss Angie," I said, still confused over the way she kept addressing me. She undid my right hand and said, "Show me how much you like the way I dressed for you tonight," then sat on a chair at the bottom of the bed and began playing with herself. I reached down and began to wank myself off. It didn't take long until I had cum again and as I did she said, "Scoop it up and eat it slut, think of it as your tablets instead of the other way round." I gingerly scooped the cum from my chest, not as much this time, and put it into my mouth. "Swallow it slut," she practically shouted from her chair and I closed my eyes and did. When I opened my eyes I could see that Angie was having another orgasm. I watched her shudder as the orgasm hit her and she remained still for another couple of minutes before she got up and went into her room, without saying anything. She reappeared a few moments later, wearing a dressing gown, and began to undo the restraints from my legs and wrist. Once undone she hugged me and started to speak with an urgency, "That wasn't too much for you Dee Dee, was it? I bought some books from the fetish shop and read them whilst you