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My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye.
My fee is a Thousand Dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work. My
specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich. My clients
know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're
rich and in a jam, come to see me. Elise Bentley did....
"I've lost my husband and wonder if you might be able to find him for
me?"
Elise Bentley, in an expensive dress accentuated by even more expensive
jewelry, lounged back in one of my comfortable office chairs and
regarded me carefully before she went on,
"I should stress though that I don't want him Rescued; just Found. Is
that clear?"
I looked at her closely, trying to ignore the lush body beneath the
expensive fabric of her clothing, and concentrate on her eyes: vivid,
mischievous, and incredibly inviting!
"I think so," I answered carefully. "I get the impression your husband's
in some sort of trouble: Probably
sexual in nature, possibly of his own doing, but certainly awkward.
Awkward, enough that once you've found him, you'll have to decide for
yourself whether you want him out of it or not. Am I close to the mark?"
The look on her face told me I was, and that she was surprised I'd
gotten there. She paused, uncertain about confiding more.
"Rest assured," I went on. "That anything I learn will be kept strictly
confidential and that any information I get will be turned over to you
and you alone for action. That's my policy and I intend to maintain it.
Now why don't you start at the beginning?"
Elise Bentley lounged back in her chair as she began her story,
punctuating it with graceful, catlike movements of her startlingly well-
proportioned body,
"I married Rex for his money. He had enough of it that he didn't need to
work; Just Play. And how he played! The man has a sexual capacity beyond
belief, and an appetite for the kinkiest thrills imaginable! Well, I'm
no prude myself, so I put up with some of his wilder notions just to
please him.
"Then he asked me if, I might feel like Making it with a Dog some day,
and I realized that sooner or later, one way or another, he meant to
pressure me into doing just' that!
"But for some reason, instead of throwing up, I just smiled and said,
'Sure... If you'd be the Dog!'
"Once the idea penetrated his brain, he smiled, and I could see his
pants bulge again. Something about the notion of him playing Doggie to
me turned him on in a big way.... and I began thinking how I could use
it to my advantage!
"It was surprisingly, simple. I met with, a high-priced Special 'Effects
Consultant, a woman who does those bizarre disguises for Monster Movies,
and she seemed fascinated by the notion... especially when I confided
some of my own plans to her! Together we worked out details, for porous
latex that could be worn over the skin for extended periods, reinforced
with thin, strong wire so it couldn't' be torn off.' We decided on a
face mask- a prosthetic tongue that would enable Rex to eat and drink,
but not speak. And we came up with an ingenious device to disguise his
ass as a functioning dog's!
"All this time, of course, Rex thought we were going to fit him out as a
virile Police Dog, with a big stiff penis, in some sort of rig he could
get in and out of easily. So you can imagine his surprise whenwe finally
glued, bonded, and fastened him into this apparatus... and he saw
himself as a big, pink French Poodle, complete with ribbons and a silly
haircut! With no way to get out!
"He tried to get up and struggle, but the restraints built into his
outfit made it difficult for him to stand on two legs for any length of
time. He tried to protest, only to find that his false tongue and
extended mouth made his speech an unintelligible series of barks.
Finally, he tried to scratch and bite his way out of the disguise, and
discovered that it was too strong for his soft rubber teeth and claws!
"You should have seen him, scampering around on all fours in that
ridiculous disguise! His howls of frustration amused us no end, and we
delighted in putting a collar and leash on him and swatting his rear
with a rolled up newspaper until she learned to behave!
"Oh yes, one other surprise for Poor Rex: we'd made him a Bitch! His
penis was folded back and trapped in layers of reinforced plastic, with
a hole at the tip so he could relieve himself. But any erection that
horny bastard got would press painfully up against his balls. I tested
this by stroking his nipples (we deliberately left them exposed!) until
she howled with pain!
"For the next week we had a lot of fun, making him fetch things, scratch
at the door for permission to relieve himself, teaching him to sit up
and beg, and watching him get hungry enough to eat dog food. But after
awhile I began to get bored with him; I mean, I had all his money now
and lots of shopping to do, and he was just in the way!
"So I looked through Rex's little black book and found a team of three
call girls who agreed to do a little Dog-Sitting for me! All I told them
was that this man had paid me to treat him as a dog, and I needed their
help, but I think they guessed it was Rex, and they wre delighted to
have a chance to get back at a demanding ex-customer!
"About a month later I checked back in with them and they filled me in
on all the stuff they'd been up to with him:
"It started off tame, with them teaching Rex some basic commands. Only
they gave their commands in French, and since Rex--or Fifi, now--doesn't
know French, she had to figure out what they wanted, and if she guessed
wrong, she was severely punished!
"They'd make Fifi follow them about the house while they teased her with
their sexy naked bodies or made love to customers and each other in
front of her. Then, in warmer weather, they.put a chain on her collar
and made her sleep out on the porch. After awhile , when herspirit was
completely broken, they started taking her for walks on a leash, around
the neighborhood and through the Park. Can you imagine how he felt? A
guy who used to buy and sell these women, now being led around in public
by them, naked on a leash? And as for the girls, they just loved seeing
this former arrogant male, reduced to Bitchood, being forced to heel,
sit and beg in front of strangers!
"It was on one of these walks that an amorous Bassett started sniffing
at my poor transformed husband, and that inspired the girls to visit
some breeders!
"I could barely contain my tears of laughter when they told me about
taking her to various kennels, puttingspecial powder on her ass, and
watching her get mounted by a variety of well-hung stud dogs! It seemed
so perfect! Here he'd been wanting to see me perform with animals, and
now she was reduced to doing it herself!
"But I still had a problem. I was enjoying myself quite a bit by now
with Rex's money and all the new friends l'd made since he
'disappeared'. But I. simply didn't feel like spending.a lot of time
with Fifi, and the Call Girls were finding he a bit of a burden as well,
so I had so I had to find some Long Term solution for her.
"That's when I got the idea of Boarding her out!
"Through a friend of a friend, I met these two very attractive lesbians
-- real man-haters!-- who live in the Country and supplement their
income by boarding Animals. It seemed the perfect place for Fifi!
"Of course, I let them in on the secret, but we didn't let Fifi know
they knew! The look of disbelief on her disguised face as she found
herself being treated like an ordinary dog by these women was simply
priceless! And her efforts to call attention to herself by writing in
the dirt or showing off her supposed Intelligence were rewarded by
smacks on the rear and Tranquilizer Shots to quiet her down! Oh, and you
should have seen her shiver when they seriously discussed grooming her
for Dog Shows!
"These two are real Nature Girls, incidentally, and they love working
around outside in the Nude. The effect of displaying their sexy bodies
to Fifi is really something, and they rub it in by teasing, rubbing up
against her, riding her around bareback and generally working her up to
a fever pitch of desire... before: they bring in a male dog to mate with
her!"
She smiled, and sighed a little sigh of amused contentment before
continuing,
"This really worked well for about a year but several months ago I
moved, and so did Janet and Jennie, the lesbian caretakers. They said
something about wanting a more remote area, and they found some land
really cheap in the mountains of Western Georgia. So they moved there,
and took their animals and Fifi with them, and we've somehow lost each
others' addresses! I don't want Rex back, of course, but it's always
nice to keep in touch, so I'd like to find them again"
Her look now was direct and challenging.
"Can you handle it?"
Well, I had my reservations of course, but a case like this was too
intriguing to resist. An hour later I had accepted a ten-day advance
retainer from Elise Bentley and was wondering how to spend it.
That's when I thought of Clarisse Clark
Clarisse Clark is a lovely and talented Call Girl who gets $500 a night
for her services..., and she's well worth it--I should know! A few months
ago I took a case on her behalf that had to do with a Lesbian Stewardess
who was blackmailing Clarisse's sister. It took longer than I'd
expected, but I finally managed to dig up enough dirt to convince the
Stew that she'd be better off working in Australia, and she left the
country and Clarisse's sister alone. That left the matter of my fee, and
we decided to work it out in Trade. And I must say, I think I got the
best of the deal. Over the past year, I had enjoyed more than a dozen
pleasurable evenings in Clarisse's company, and after an hour of talking
with the sensuous Elise Bentley, I was ready for another!
"Clinton Honey," ClariSse stretched her nude, tawny body lang?rously on
the bed besides me. "Mind if I ask you a question? How come you're
always Strictly Business with me?I mean, I've really enjoyed our time
together; You're a sweet, sensitive, good-looking guy, and no slouch in
the Sack, either. And I've tried like a son-of-a-bitch to let you know I
like you: I've invited you over for Dinner and out to parties, asked you
to the movies... But you always turn me down! The only time you're
interested in seeing me is for Installment Payments on my debtto you!
"Now like I say, I have as much fun in the sack with you as you do with
me; I just can't help thinking we could be a lot more to each other!"
What could I say? How could I tell this beautiful, oddly vulnerable
courtesan that, much as I liked her physically, she was no company for
me on an intellectual level? I'm no Egg-Head or anything, but I do enjoy
good books, classical music and NPR. Clarisse, on the other hand, was
hopelessly addicted to Prime Time Television and Bubble Gum Music. In
all the time I'd known her, I had never seen a single book in her
apartment! She wasn't dumb by any means, but she just... well how could
I tell her that out of the sack she bored me stiff?
Well, I couldn't. So I just laughed and said something about not having
a lot of ties to bind me. Then I gently pushed her face down towards my
crotch. Wow! A lot of girls in Clarisse's position might have been
ticked off, and they most certainly would have let it show if they
were.., but not Clarisse; She went to work with a will!
For the next twenty minutes, I experienced just about everything I'd
ever seen or read about, all courtesy of her skillful lips. For what
seemed an eternity, she excited and prolonged my pleasure, kissing my
manhood passionately, sucking, licking, gently caressing, squeezing the
slick, rigid shaft between her soft, bountiful breasts, rubbing her
whole body up against me like some desperate animal. Then, when I rose
to a peak, she stopped and, looking lovingly up at me, praised my
masculinity in passionate terms as she hugged my strong legs before
returning to her oral service; and finally, when I could hold back no
longer, drinking every drop with loving, sensuous passion.
What a night!
Two weeks later, I was driving through the back roads of Western
Georgia, following up leads from the classified section of PET&DOG
Magazine, placed by people boarding animals of all sorts, looking for
some clue to Rex Bentley's whereabouts.
But you wouldn't have recognized me.
My longish blonde hair had been curled and waved into a short but very
sophisticated feminine style. Electrolysis treatments had killed the
hair on my face, except for gracefully arched eyebrows, leaving my
features smooth and soft-looking, accentuated by soft, bright, feminine
makeup: Red lips, drawn into a slight pout, light foundation,
accentuating my pinkened cheeks and mascaraed eyes, so that the whole
effect was one of a knowing, worldly, COSMO-type female! Beneath my
white silk. blouse, shots had temporarily swollen my hairless chest into
round, soft, bouncy feminine breasts, slightly small, but definitely
well-shaped. Similar shots had swelled my smooth bottom into an enticing
roundness, perched above my shapely shaved legs.
Besides the blouse, I wore smart looking pink cotton slacks, pink silk
bra and panties with just a hint of white lace, and cool white patent
leather sandals that showed off my bare toes and painted toenails--Pink,
to match my carefully manicured fingernails. A bit of quiet jewelry
completed my disguise. Or almost completed it; I shifted uncomfortably,
remembering the false latex pudenda, bonded securely over my male
genitals, trapping them tightly back between my legs (with a small hole
to allow me to relieve myself) disguising my male fixtures as a woman's
inviting love nest.
Yes, using the services of one of the finest, most expensive
Transvestite Salons on the East Coast, I had disguised myself from head
to toe as an attractive, super-sophisticated female. And I had made
certain this disguise would stand even the closest scrutiny!
From what Elise Bentley had told me, this Janet and Jennifer, who were
looking after her canine'd husband, were not just lesbians but - in her
own words--actual Man-Haters. When she'd described some of the things
they routinely put "Fifi" through, I realized that, besides being
naturally suspicious of question-asking strangers, these were the kinds
of women who actually enjoyed tormenting and humiliating Men! And I saw
immediately that even if I found them, I could expect no cooperation in
learning if they were the right ones, or if they were still "boarding"
the unfortunate Rex Bentley--if they knew I was a man, that is!
But now, disguised as a woman (with just a hint of sophisticated
lesbianism) I felt supremely confident that as soon as I found them, I
would get all the cooperation I needed.
And I was going to need lot more than Elise Bentley had counted on!.
Ever, since I'd taken this case, I'd been wondering about the Ethics of
the Situation, seriously concerned about whether or not l was doing the
right thing in helping, to prolong a condition in which someone was
being held and abused against his will. From everything Elise Bentley
had told me, her husband Rex was the kind of horny, self-centered
bastard who richly deserved such a fate. But of course, that was Just
her side of things! What if he were a normal, considerate man who
suddenly found 'himself at the mercy of a mischievous gold-digger with
'a cruel sense of humor?
The ethics of my profession dictated that I should simply find Rex and
pass my information along to his wife. But other ethics were telling me
l might have a responsibility to set him free once I found him!
So it was with definitely mixed feelings that morning when I drove the
miles of gravel roads, through dense woods with no sign of habitation,
and, following detailed County Maps, pulled off onto the long, hilly
drive that eventually ended me up at J&J Boarding.
It looked like a smallish farm, with a big old barn, fenced pastures, a
tiny vegetable garden, and a surprisingly modern-looking Modular Home
plunked down in the middle of it all. I could hear sounds of animals
inside the barn, and towards the back, in a grove of trees, saw a row of
spacious animal pens with small shelters built in.
This would be where they boarded the dogs! I looked around. There was a
truck parked in front of the house, but so far, no one had come out to
meet me.. Could I have been lucky enough to get here when they were both
gone?
I had to take a chance. Casually, as if I were looking around for
someone, I strolled.into the barn, feeling the three-inch heels of my
shiny leather shoes pressing into the soft ground. In its warm, dark,
earthy-smelling interior, I saw horses, a goat, and even two llamas, but
nothing at all that looked like what Elise Bentley had described as her
husband husband's current state. Carefully, I made my way out the far
entrance of the Barn, towards the shaded animal pens.
Almost a dozen caged dogs immediately set up a din of noisy barking,
freezing me in my tracks. DAMN, I thought, if there's anyone here,
they're bound to come out and see me now!
But minutes ticked by in an agony of suspense and no one showed. They
must be gone, I decided.
And that made: it perfect! Quickly, I headed for the kennels.
They were well-appointed. Any pens that- weren't shaded by trees had
roofs like big Venetian Blinds, to protect them from the heat of the
sun. Dogs of all shapes and sizes jumped and flung themselves at the
chain-link barriers, demanding my attention.
And then, off to one side, I saw a. pink, large-looking beast simply
curled up in her straw-lined shelter. What I could -see of it looked
like the curled -hair of an over-sized Poodle! I started that way...
"Looking - fort- something?"
The voice-behind me scared me almost out of my panties. I jumped and
spun about guiltily.
And found myself standing face-to-face with two of the tallest, most
gorgeous-looking-females. I've ever seen!. I tried to get the guilty
look off my feminine features, tried not to stare at the ripe breasts,
long shapely legs, and beautiful faces of the two amazons who faced me.
One of them, slightly stockier than her companion, had short red hair,
swept back in stylish waves Faint freckles sprayed over her fair skin
The other sported long, dark tresses that swept down to her nipples.
Both of them were dripping wet, with droplets of water coursing
excitingly down their inviting curves.
As they stood staring at me with frank curiosity, I had the strange
feeling that they were mentally undressing me, and I felt my nipples
stiffen as an involuntary wave of sexual desire tingled through my
trapped privates, causing a waveof pain as my cock tried to stiffen In
the cramped space These two were getting me turned on just looking at
me!
"Cat got your tongue?" The redhead smiled.
"I-er-uh- J & J Kennels?" I stammered, totally abashed by the frank
sexuality of the two beauties.
"That's right," The other girl swept her longhair, heavy and wet, back
over her bare shoulder with a movement that set her breasts into
delightful motion and I winced visibly as my trapped penis surged once
more. "I'm Janet," She went on, "And this," She gestured to the
formidable red-head, "Is Jennifer. And you are.... ? " "I-er-uh-" I was
stuttering like a broken record, somehow completely flustered by these
two. Struggling to regain my composure as I went into my prepared lie:
"I-I'm Claire Clinton," I said, "I-er-just... that is-- I'm moving into
this area and I have a j-job that might-might.. or rather that will take
me out of town-- uh, travelling a lot, and I'm looking for someplace to
be-uh-board my.. my dog!"
It was a perfectly believable story, logical and well-rehearsed, and
yet as I told it in front of the two nudes, I felt as if they were,
looking right through me, as if it were l, and not they, standing there
naked! How can I explain it? I had been in plenty of disguises before
and always carried even the most outrageous of them off with total
conviction. I knew my appearance was totally convincing, yet somehow I
had the terrible sensation that every word I spoke had "LIE!" stamped
all over it! What was going on here?
Well for starters, I'm willing to bet that few men have ever been
disguised as women, then found themselves regarded with such open sexual
desire by two lovelies like these. I had built my disguise carefully to
appeal to lesbians, but it had worked too well! The interest I'd aroused
in these two was making me feel vulnerable, awkward... and incredibly
aroused myself!
"Why didn't you just call us?"
The red-headed Jennifer's smile was inviting, her words warm and
friendly, but there was just a trace of doubt in her eyes.
"Um-I-um... I wanted to see the place -er- you know, sort of off-guard,
that is, when you weren't... ah, prepared!". "Well you certainly
succeeded!" Dark, voluptuous Janet giggled, but there was a dubious
glint in her eye.as well, "We were just swimming down at the stream
there, when we saw the dust from your car comingup the gravel drive,"
She gestured at the stream, about a mile, down a wide grassy truck path,
"C'mon, we'll get our clothes and show you around the place!"
I didn't want to go down there with them. What I wanted was to make some
excuse to stay here and get a closer look at the mysterious dog-like
creature cowering a few pens away. But somehow the prospect of losing
sight of these two sensuous females, even for an instant, seemed heart-
breaking, and before I could object, they were guiding me gently but
insistently down the verdant trail, asking me about mysef, Where I came
from, where I lived in the area, what sort of job I had...
I tried to make my answers convincing, but the further we walked, the
fakier I sounded to myself. And it didn't help any that the three-inch
heels on my shiny black shoes were hardly suited for walking inthis
terrain, making me feel even more awkward! By the time we reached the,
stream, I could only hope that my story sounded better to them than it
did to me!
"Tell you what," Jennifer, turned to me, her red hair and pale skin
flashing in the sun, "It's a warm day and the water's fine; Why not come
in. for a swim with us?" "Well I donit... r "C'mon!" Janet was already
unbuttoning my blouse for me, "It'll help you relax, and I think," She
smiled and wet her lips subtly, "And I think we'd all like to get to
know each other a little better. Then we can let you roam around the
place all by your lonesome to your heart's content!"
I don't know which tempted me more The promise of unlimited inspection
of their kennels, or the prospect of more intimate contact with these
lush bodies! I only know that I was quickly skimming out of my clothes,
slightly embarrassed, but unable to stop!
I quickly set my duds in a pile with theirs and, intensely aware of
their eyes searing into my feminized Nudity, I jumped into the clear,
refreshing water.
"My," Jennifer swam up to me and looked frankly down at my smallish but
well-shaped breasts, "You're so soft-looking...." She reached out and
cupped them in her hands, raising the objects of her inspection closer
to the surface asI tried not to moan softly in sexual arousal, "You
don't get much exercise, do you"
"I dunno," Janet.was suddenly behind me, squeezing my round tush,
"She'spretty firm back here! Feel this!"
Swiftly, gracefully, Jennifer slid through the water and got behind me,
stroking my soft, smooth buttocks approvingly. I squeaked as a finger
darted mischievously between my cheeks and she laughed as I threw water
at her and squirmed away.
The next thing I knew, all three of us were capering about in the
stream, swimming, splashing, squealing like schoolgirls, and just
generally having a hell of a time. Janet and Jennifer seemed to take
every chance they could to brush up against me, sliding their breasts
over mine, wrapping their legs about me, teasing me with the nearness of
their lush bodies... I found myself nearly forgetting my real identity
and job here in an overpowering rush of sexual arousal. For an instant,
I almost believed I really was a lesbian!
The next thing I knew, I was chin-deep in the water and red-haired
Jennifer was floating on her back, her legs wrapped gently about my
neck. Slowly, she bent her knees, pulling me to the inviting center of
her womanhood. I went eagerly, pressing my lips up to her inviting love
mound, kissing, sucking and probing with my tongue. And as I did this,
Janet swam through the water around me, alternately sliding her pussy
across my ass and darting her hand down into the water to squeeze my
breasts and disguised privates. Her long, dark tresses drifted across
the water like some exotic mermaid's, and as she finally clutched me
andground her pussy into my bare bottom to bring herself off, I felt
Jennifer spasm and heard soft cries of contentment from both girls at
once!
For myself, I was nearly out of my head with desire. In thebackof my
mind, I knew I could not climax with that false pussy over my cock and
balls, squeezing them Into a small--.now-achingly tight -- package. Yet
that seemed to make me hornier! Like a thirsty man pursuing a mirage
across the desert, I found myself clinging to these two, reluctant to
take my hungry, painted lips from their bodies, positively quivering
with Wanting them!
In a haze-daze, I felt them coax me from the water, heard them say, I
should shower off before putting on my nice clothes again... Weak-kneed,
I pulled myself -dripping from the stream, droplets of water trickling
teasingly down my soft skin, and offered to towel them off. Any excuse
to keep touching those bodies! They laughingly let me, flaunting
themselves under my trembling fingers, then dressed in their simple T-
shirts, cut-off s and-sneakers.
Janet gathered my clothes into a bundle as I slipped into my shoes.
Somehow it made me feel sort of awkward again, walking arourid the
rustic countryside like this, quiveringly horny, nude in high heels,
with my sophisticated makeup, hairstyle, and my soft pale skin, looking
so out-of-place as to seem almost exotic!
It was still difficult walking along the trail in those shiny, tiny
shoes, and my breasts and bottom swished and jiggled as I minced along,
still dizzy from my recent sexual encounter, feeling the warm, smiling
eyes of the two Nature Girls on me like a physical touch!
When we reached the f arm once more, Jennifer showed me to a chain-link
enclosure fitted out with a shower and drain.
"Sorry we don't have indoor plumbing." She smiled. "But Jan and I take
turns showering out here. Go on in!'"
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