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I had checked into my travel hotel early. It was 2.15 in the afternoon;
I had eaten a full meal at lunchtime and brought some sandwiches, cakes
and drink in with me for the rest of the day so I did not need to go out
of my room until the following morning. I was away from my wife and home
visiting one of our more distant branches and had told the office that I
was leaving early so that I could do the preparation work without being
disturbed. I had with me my laptop and overnight bag, a bag much bigger
that one would normally need for one night away from home as I had
brought with my special clothes and toys to have an uninterrupted
afternoon and evening alone in my room.
In truth I was intending to take advantage of one of my few
opportunities to indulge my secret cross-dressing fantasies and had been
planning this day well in advance. I had been a closet CD ever since my
teenage years, and although I thought I should stop once I was married,
I quickly found that you can't just switch off those sorts of feelings
as if they are a light. My wife once found my secret stash of clothing,
and whilst being tolerant, thought that simply getting me to throw them
away would 'solve the problem.' As we all know, it does for a while, but
then the impulses steadily return, and they can only be satisfied by
acquiring replacement items. The internet has merely broadened my
interests and made things easier to buy, and I now have an obsession
with the adult baby world, in dressing like a little girl in pretty
dresses, petticoats and black patent shoes, as well as an on-going
fetish for ballet and dancewear.
When I booked my room I had been specific in requesting a first floor
room - don't want anyone peering through the window or worse, breaking
in whilst I was dressed up - and at the end of the corridor next to the
fire escape. I had told them that it was the result in having previously
stayed in a hotel in which a fire broke out and that I was paranoid
about being able to escape quickly and easily, but I really wanted as
much time as possible to be able to change into more acceptable clothes
if there was a fire alarm. I had plugged in the laptop, found the
coolest place for my provisions, and was making myself a pot of tea -
always found it helps to keep the bladder working. I was lying back on
the bed, incredibly excited that my dreams were about to really happen,
and going through in my mind one more time the order I was going to do
everything to ensure that my afternoon and evening would be as perfect
as possible, when I heard a noise outside in the corridor. It was
directly outside my door and sounded like the excited giggling of young
girls, but the noise did not actually sound like the voices of young
girls.
I put my ear to the door and tried to hear what was being said, the last
thing I wanted was that this was the time that the cleaning staff did
all the rooms, and would therefore interrupt my plans. I wouldn't be
able to relax and enjoy what I was going to do if I knew there was a
risk that they might let themselves into my room at any time, even
though I tried to convince myself that I would be safe as they would
know I had checked in, or I could leave a key in the door lock. I could
just about make out what they were talking about. They were trying to
take photos of each other out in the corridor, wondering what would
happen if someone was to see them, and how embarrassing it would be, but
that was what made it so exciting'. There was a lot of laughter and
giggling and they sounded as if they were having a lot of fun. I peered
through the security spy hole, and although the lens distorted the view,
I could make out that the door of the room opposite had been left open,
just in case they had to dash back in a hurry I heard them say. A figure
went in and came back out through the door but I couldn't believe what I
saw - she was dressed like a sissy in a short dress and full frilly
petticoat. I stepped back in disbelief, excitement and in a state of
total confusion. For the first time I was within touching distance of
someone else who shared my fantasies - I assumed it was another male, it
would be too much to expect for it be a female, but what should I do
now, do I get involved, or should I just stay in my own little world,
where I would at least always be in control.
At the thought of 'control' something else seemed to take over me.
Without further thought I dropped my keys in my pocket and went to the
door. I looked through the spy hole, and listened to their
conversations, and heard one of them say that were going to the door
near the stairs so that he/she could hear if anyone was coming, but that
the other person would have to come closer as they were too far away to
get any decent pictures. As I could hear them moving away down the
corridor, I could see that the door opposite was still open. Impulsively
I unlocked my door as quietly as I could, but as they were making enough
noise that they did not hear me. I jumped out into the corridor, and
pulled the door to their room closed, and grabbed the key they had left
in the door lock. I stood in the corridor and turned to them both with
the satisfied look of a military commander who had just pulled off a
stunningly successful and cunning manoeuvre. For a brief moment they
both stared back at me in silence, their eyes and mouths wide open in
shock and disbelief. The figure holding the camera had a golden brown
wig of curls and ringlets, a short, ivory coloured short-sleeved satin
dress adorned with pink ribbons and bows, a very full frilly petticoat,
white stockings with bows on the top and white platform sandals. The
other, about eight feet from me, had long straight blonde hair down to
her shoulders, a high necked pink satin dress zipped up to the top with
a white satin sash tied into a huge bow at the back, an even fuller
frilly petticoat, white ankle socks with pink ribbons and lace and black
patent mary jane flats, the very essence of 'typical little girl shoes,'
like the ones I had looked loving at so many times on a well known
American dancewear website.
They remained rooted to the spot for what must have seemed to them an
eternity but was in fact only a brief moment, long enough however to
allow me to smile smugly at them and suggest that it might be better if
they wait in my room whilst I decide what should be done next. The noise
of people on the stairs below sent them both rushing past me almost
knocking me over. I took my time and entered my room, they were both
sitting meekly on the edge of the bed, pleading "be gentle with us" and
"there has to be something we can do to earn our key back", both
speaking in their girliest, most sissy-like voices. I suddenly realised
that having got this far, I had no plan of where to go from here. I told
them both to wait in the bathroom whilst I checked out their room. As
they both filed dutifully past me, I grabbed a roll of parcel tape from
the pocket of my bag. I beckoned them both to stand beside the bath and
told the first one to put her hands above her head each side of the
shower rail. I wrapped the tape around her wrists a couple of times and
once round the rail near where it was fixed to the wall. I told the
other to do the same, and after securing her hands in the same way at
the other end of the rail, I pulled off a small length of tape and put
over her mouth to keep her quiet. The first one saw what I was doing and
pleaded with me that they were not 'who I think they were'. I covered
her mouth with another piece of tape, and cupping their balls in each
hand, I gave a gentle squeeze, and told them both that as we all knew
exactly 'what' they were, I was going to their room to find out 'who'
they were. I could tell by their stiffening reaction that they were both
getting very excited and I found myself sharing their feelings.
I closed the bathroom door, and went across the corridor to their room.
There were clothes everywhere, so I chucked all the male stuff up one
corner, and gathered all their dressing up stuff into the two suitcases
that were on the bed. I quickly checked drawers and wardrobe space to
make sure I had not missed anything, made sure no-one was about, as it
might look suspicious to be seen taking two suitcases from one room into
another, and quickly crossed the corridor and let myself back into my
room. I opened the cases on the bed/settee and drooled over the choices
of underwear, dresses, shoes, petticoats as well as bundles of rope. I
picked up a beautiful white, boned corset, with metal clasps down the
front, and lacing down the back - I so wanted to wear it, with one of
their full petticoats; I had brought one but it was nothing compared to
theirs, it must have been 80 or 100 yards of frills. Then I found some
breast forms - I had to put hem on and know what it feels like with
'proper' breasts - I had only stuffed a bra with tights to give the
impression of breasts. I suddenly heard some whimpering from the
bathroom and remembered that I ought to check on my two little 'toys'.
When I opened the door and saw them both looking so helpless and
pathetic, their arms stretched above their heads pulling up their too
short dresses and showing off their pretty panties which were barely
containing their stiffening cockettes, I had an overwhelming feeling of
power, excitement and, I have to admit, jealousy, as a big part of me
wanted to swap with one of them.
Approaching the girl in pink I unzipped her dress and slid her petticoat
down round her ankles. It was so full and frilly I had difficulty in
helping her to step out of it. I cut the tape binding her wrists, and
led her into the bedroom. I picked up a pile of ropes, and after taking
her dress off, instructed her to lie on the bed wearing just her pink
satin bra with breastforms, a white boned waspie, short white socks and
black patent mary janes. I stretched out her arms - she was certainly
very willing and submissive - and taking two separate lengths of rope I
tied each wrist to the corner of the top bed frame. Picking up two more
lengths I moved to the bottom of the bed and she expectantly opened her
legs to allow me to tie her ankles in similar manner, but I first pulled
her panties down and removed them, allowing her cockette to spring into
an upright position, its purple shiny head proving she was loving every
second. I then tied off her ankles to the bottom corners, leaving a
little slack. She kept asking me what I was going to do with her which
was beginning to get a bit annoying, so I rummaged through their
suitcases and found the ideal solution, a black rubber O-ring gag. I
forced it into her mouth despite her token protestations, and buckled it
behind her head.
I was getting incredibly aroused myself, and feeling most left out being
still dressed in my normal male clothes, and was desperate to join in. I
quickly stripped off everything, which made her wonder what (or who) was
coming next, and couldn't help but notice her look of disappointment
when I left her to return to the bathroom. Seeing her friend in some
distress, I realised that I had probably left her too long with her
hands tied above her head. I cut her free, removed the tape from her
mouth and gently rubbed her arms to relieve her discomfort. I found
myself treating her as if she really was a girl, as I could not conceive
that I could otherwise be this tender and intimate with another man, it
was a really strange, and confusing feeling, but I was not at all
uncomfortable with it, it just seemed so natural. I was not even
embarrassed by my nakedness; if anything she seemed more surprised, as I
guided her through to the bedroom.
Picking up the white corset I had found earlier I asked her to help put
it on me, and not having worn one before, I needed her assistance with
the lacing. I wanted it to be as tight as I could stand, as I wanted to
see how close to an 'hourglass' figure it could give me. She told me to
reach up and hold on to the top of the mirror whilst she first wrapped
it around me, pulled the laces to stop it falling down, and then
gradually worked and re-worked them, getting them tighter and tighter
each time. I could feel my body being squeezed and squeezed, and
breathing becoming more difficult, I had read in other stories how
taking shorter breaths helped, which it did, and eventually she stopped,
telling me that she couldn't get it any tighter without cracking my
ribs. She slipped the breastforms into the cups, and adjusted the
shoulder straps, pulling them tighter so the breastforms felt part of my
chest. It was strange how much the corset and weight of the breasts
changed my posture, and how much more feminine it made me feel, I looked
at myself in the mirror and was amazed that it made me look and feel so
'un-manly' - other than the tell tale sign sticking out so proudly to
attention. I reached for a pair of my own panties, in pink satin, with a
double lining with satin on the inside as well the outside, with elastic
round the legs and waist which ensured all my bits were imprisoned in
their satin cage. For good measure there were rows of white lace across
the butt.
I was engrossed in my own feelings and fantasies and was suddenly aware
that 'she' was standing next to me waiting for me to do something with
her. In one of the suitcases I found a head harness, with a ring at the
side of the mouth which the straps attached to. There was a choice of a
red ball gag, a penis gag or a bit gag either of which could be snapped
in place, but I had a devious plan. I fitted the harness without any gag
and motioned her to get on the bed. She laid down in the same direction
as her friend but I told her face the bottom and to turn over. They were
now laying one on top of each other in a classic 69 position - I tied
them together right wrist to other's right ankle, obviously four times,
and using a piece of thinner cord, I tied it behind the balls of the one
on the bottom, and passed the cord through the rings of the head harness
back behind the 'bottoms' thighs and tied it off to the ring on the top
of the harness to prevent her from lifting her head, carefully bringing
her mouth over her friend's cock, leaving enough slack the allow
vertical movement, but tight enough that she could not remove it from
her mouth.
They both obviously enjoyed this predicament and starting sucking and
moaning. I smacked them both and told them to wait until I was finished.
I tied another chord round the forehead of the 'top' , wound that round
the legs of the bottom, and back round her neck so that the 'top' was
similarly secured with the 'bottoms' cock in her mouth as well. For
added security I tied a rope just above the knee of the 'bottom' passed
it under the bed and tied it to her other knee, pulling her legs apart,
and minimising any possible movement. I did the same to the other girl's
legs, and finished off by tying another rope round their backs and
cinching it off to keep them together. They were both well and truly
secured to each other, both moaning and writhing as best as they could,
but I still told them to wait.
I put on my own white hold up stockings, no bows, but a pretty lace band
round the tops, the incredibly full petticoat I removed from the pink
girl, and my own pink dress which I knew fitted me perfectly. With my
smaller waist I had to tie the sash much tighter than normal so I had a
much bigger bow at the back. I took a fancy to the black patent mary
janes and removed them from the feet of the 'bottom' - she was hardly in
a position to resist. They fitted me perfectly, and I finished dressing
myself with my blonde page-boy wig. I had never looked and felt so good,
and told my 'guests' that I now had the camera ready, so they could
start doing whatever they wanted to do with each other.
Well, they certainly knew what they each wanted, and how to do it, I
took dozens of pictures from every angle, and even had to tell them to
keep the noise down a couple of times. I found it incredibly arousing,
and would have relieved myself on many an occasion if it was not for the
fact that I could not reach to free my cock from beneath all the layers
of the petticoat. Eventually, completely exhausted, they both finished
what they were doing and the moaning and gyrating stopped. I untied
their heads from the others' groins and removed their gags, I didn't
want them to choke on anything, they were both so exhausted that I
thought it would be safe and kind to release them completely from all
their bonds They were both so very grateful and wouldn't stop thanking
me for the 'most amazing experience they'd ever had'. I told them that
if they didn't stop I would have to tie them up and gag them again, with
which they both squealed in delight saying 'Yes please' and both seemed
to come back to life and find new energy immediately.
I was actually enjoying the power and control I had over these two, and
told them to kneel on the bed, back to back. As I was tying them
together with a rope round them both, above and below their 'breasts'
and round their waists, I remarked that we'd been together for all this
time and that I didn't know their names, they had addressed me a couple
of times as 'Master' and 'Sir' but it had not really sunk in and they
explained that they were 'Monica' and 'Natalie'. I told Monica to put
her arms above her head, and I tied her wrists together, bent her arms
back over their heads and brought the rope down tightly to Natalie's
cock and balls. I did the same to Natalie, tying her wrists to Monica's
cock and balls, and they both squealed with pleasure and pain as they
each had control over the others' cock and balls, which very quickly
became stiff and erect again. I tied their left thighs to the other's
right thighs just above the knee, so they were well and truly joined
together and told them that they had to get to a standing position and
walk to the bathroom. This was easier said than done, especially when
their first move was to roll sideways onto the bed. There was much
laughter and frivolity, not to mention the occasional groan as one
pulled their arms too hard to try and get some leverage causing the
other a bit too much pain, which she then countered by giving a quick
yank with her wrists causing them to fall back to where they started.
Eventually they began to communicate and work with each other and were
making some progress, so I decided to make it more difficult for them by
snapping the penis gag on Natalie and got a ball gag for Monica. It was
really funny listening and watching them trying to tell the other what
to do and where to go when neither of them could make any sense of what
the other was saying. Eventually they managed to succeed and made it the
bathroom. As I was untying them I sensed they were almost disappointed
that it was finished, so I cheered them up by suggesting 'one last one?'
which they readily agreed to.
I told them to put their arms behind them and tied off each one just
above the elbow as close as they would comfortable go, and then tied
their own wrists together. I told them to face each other, and doubled a
smaller cord which I tied round the top of Monica's ball sack and then
round the top of Natalie's ball sack about 6-7 " apart. As they began to
stiffen, I laid one cock on top of the other and laced the two tightly
together. They tried to rub their cocks against each other but I again
told them to wait. I instructed them to kneel down, which was more
difficult than I had expected, but not impossible, and I pulled down the
remainder of the rope from their wrists to tie their ankles together,
forcing them to arch their backs. I did have a wicked thought thinking
that it was a shame they were both wearing false breasts, as a set of
nipple clamps with chain between to make the leaning back extremely
uncomfortable would have been fun. I had noticed a pair of platform
sandals in their suitcase, and I wanted to give them a try. I slipped
off the mary jane flats, and sat on the bed so I could buckle the straps
round my ankles. They must have had a 2-3" platform sole and 6-7" heel,
and were quite difficult to walk in at first but great fun and very
sexy. I admired myself in the mirror and walked back and forth to get
the full effect of the swishing of the petticoat and the sexy walk that
the corset, breasts and heels gave me.
By now however I could contain myself no longer. Reluctantly I slipped
off by petticoat, and was able to remove my panties. My cock was feeling
totally neglected and sprang to attention. I stepped across between them
both, and found myself facing Monica. She was obviously eager to 'thank'
me so I removed her ball gag. She immediately took my cock in her mouth
and started to slide it up and down my shaft. Just as I thought I was
about to come, she released the grip her lips had on me, and the moment
passed. As I looked down so query why she had stopped, she began licking
the underside of my shaft with the tip of her tongue, and as I stiffened
again, she took me in her mouth and slid her lips up and down again in a
steady, rhythmical movement. Twice more she stopped and started again
until she could sense that I could take no more, and just as I thought
my balls were going to explode, she speeded up and sucked hard on the
head of my cock. I erupted with a force that I had not experienced for
years, so much so that I was almost sore with the quantity and intensity
of it all. I withdrew from Monica's mouth, she was a bit of a mess, and
turned round to let Natalie clean me up. She gratefully accepted my
sticky member into her mouth and dutifully did exactly what was expected
of her without me having to ask, even caressing and sucking it gently
until it had recovered and felt normal again.
I felt that this was the right time to bring this whole afternoon to an
end. I put the petticoat back on, I wanted to enjoy it as long as I
could, untied both Monica and Natalie and told them that I hoped that
they had enjoyed the afternoon but that I thought it best if we call it
a day. I asked them to take some pictures of me all dressed up with they
happily did, including some rather sexy shots of me on the bed. It
seemed too final just to say 'thank you and goodbye' after all we had
shared, but not having done anything like this before I really did not
know what usually happened next or where else this could go.
They were both really kind, I don't know if they sensed my uneasiness,
but Monica assured me that they had had the best afternoon ever and
couldn't thank me enough. She suggested that it would take them a while
to clear up, and did I want them to tie me up whilst they did so,
assuring me that they would not go off and leave me helpless! I had to
admit that I had more than a passing interest in bondage and that self-
bondage was not the same. I felt that I could trust them and I agreed
that I would like them to tie me up. They asked if I had any preference,
but this was all becoming too much and my brain seemed to have stopped
thinking clearly, so I told them I would leave it to them so long as it
was something I could never be able to do by myself. Monica pushed me
into the bathroom and after removing my dress and petticoat was washing
my cock with cold water as Natalie came in with something in her hands
that I could not see. As Monica was drying my shrivelled up cock I
suddenly felt it being pushed into something cold and hard and I looked
down to see they had locked me into a stainless steel chastity tube. In
my corset stockings and shoes, they told me to fold my arms behind my
back and tied my wrists and arms together, passing the ropes expertly
round my body above and below my 'breasts' and over my shoulders until I
was trussed up in one of those Japanese bondage positions. I was laid
down on the bed, and my legs bent and tied in a tight frog-tie. My cock
was trying to react but the steel tube was preventing any erection, they
forced my legs apart and tied each one to opposite corners of the bed. I
then felt something cold and sticky up my butt and a well lubricated
plug was eased up without any difficulty. Natalie had been going through
my bag and as I opened my mouth to speak my red ball gag was pushed in
and buckled tightly behind my head. As I began to struggle and test my
bonds, which were very expertly applied, there was a humming noise and
the plug in my butt started to vibrate, very gently at first but with
increasing intensity. Monica and Natalie began to collect all their
possessions together, including removing the shoes I was wearing Monica
saying 'I'll need these later'. All I could do was to moan into my gag,
drooling all over the sheets, the ropes to the corners of the bed and
arms having been rendered useless preventing me from moving very far at
all, and rock back and forth to try and get some relief and satisfaction
from the frustration caused by my confinement in the chastity tube.
Just as I thought I could take it no longer they disappeared into the
bathroom to clean and tidy themselves up, dressed themselves in the
pretty little outfits they were wearing when I caught them out, and had
even tidied up my room. They both sat down on the floor in front of me
and watched me as I struggled with my bondage. Natalie was the first to
speak thanking me again for a lovely afternoon, saying that it was now
her turn to thank me properly. They untied the ropes securing my knees
and turned me over on my back; she unlocked and removed the chastity
tube, and I almost poked her eye out as my cock was released from its
prison. With the plug vibrating at an ever increasing speed she gave me
the most incredible blow job I have ever had. As soon as I was spent, I
was rolled back onto my front and the gag removed. I was gasping for
breath, and Monica slid her cock into my mouth. It was the first time I
had had another man's cock in my mouth, I had always wondered what it
felt like, and it felt strange as it swells inside your mouth. I closed
my lips round her shaft but I was not entirely comfortable which she
sensed, and said 'I reckon that is your first time' I nodded and agreed,
she slid it in and out and pumped my face a few times before withdrawing
just as she climaxed all over my face, 'welcome sister, you're one of us
now' she said.
They untied me and removed the plug, and told me they were returning to
their room. They explained that they had booked in to go to a fetish
party that evening and would I like to go with them. I was very tempted
- doing it in your own room I was comfortable with, but going out in
public was something I wasn't ready for yet. I made my apologies,
blaming too much work. I realised I was still wearing their corset and
breast forms, and asked them to help me take them off but Monica gave me
a peck on the cheek and told me they looked so good on me that I could
keep them - to remind me of them. They opened the door, peeked out to
make sure it was OK and scurried across back to their own room.
I closed the door behind them and lay on the bed, running my hands over
my breasts and following the curved lines of my new little waist. It was
suddenly very empty, very quiet, the occasional sound of a door swinging
open and closed, but I was having difficulty in accepting all that had
gone before had actually happened. Sitting up I caught my reflection in
the mirror and saw the evidence that it was not a fantasy
Myra
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