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A Walk On The Wild Side free porn video
"Welcome to San Francisco, the city where just about anything goes!"
Jim stared at the extraordinarily beautiful and exotic woman who stood
before him. Her name was Mistress and he had corresponded with her many
times before setting up this face to face meeting. He was at a
convention and this was his first trip to the city where nearly all
fantasies could come true.
Jim was already naked, his clothes all stuffed into a bag on the floor.
He had emptied his wallet of the $5,000 which he gave Mistress and put
the wallet and the rest of his money along with his ID in the bag with
his clothes. She had promised a two day fantasy of humiliation and
slavery the likes of which he had only dreamed about while he masturbated
in his bedroom at home in Kansas City.
"Of course," Mistress said, "Everything that is going to happen is going
be of your own choosing. No one is going to actually use force on you to
make you do anything.'
Jim just nodded his head.
"Speak up," she demanded. I want your voice on that video as well as the
pictures.
"Yes, Mistress," he stammered. I am doing this of my own free will."
She handed him a steel boned, wasp waisted, satin corset, red on the
inside and pink silk on the outside. He wrapped it around his middle and
slowly snapped the front hooks closed. He reached behind himself and
started to pull the laces closed.
When he could pull no further, he stood there, gasping for breath. He
then looped the lace ends over a doorknob on a closed door and began to
lean forward, taking up yet more slack. He even stepped back a few steps
and then ran forward, pulling the laces even tighter until he felt the
two ends of the corset meet. Each breath was now very shallow and forced
his chest to heave upwards. He felt as if he would pass out if he
exerted himself at all.
"You will get used to it," she said. "Or else you will start fainting
like a delicate maiden at every opportunity. I guarantee you that you
will not want to faint, so you better to learn to breath shallow but
often."
Jim released the laces from the doorknob and quickly tied a tight knot at
the center of his back. He picked up the scissors from the table next to
him and cut off the excess lace. With a great effort, he managed to
grasp the zipper and run it down, closing it over the laces. At the
bottom he slid the fastener into the locking housing. He had no idea
where the key might be.
He picked up the can of surgical adhesive and carefully, using the molds
provided, sprayed his chest. He pulled the empty bra cups on the corset
away before he did this. Then he sprayed the back side of the huge
silicone breast forms on the table in front of him.
While he waited for the glue to set, he pulled on a pair of lace top,
pink colored sheer nylons and clipped the tops to eight garters which
hung down from the corset. Then he slipped his feet into the impossible
heels that stood on the floor. Bright red patent, t-strap pumps with
chrome heels at least seven inches high. He was perched on his toes by
the time he had fastened the steel reinforced ankle straps and snapped
the tiny golden padlocks in place.
Somehow he managed to stand back up. He picked up one of the breast
forms and found the spring clip that was fastened by a cable to the
nipple of the form and then ran through the form to the back. He clamped
the clip to his own nipple and pressed the form against his chest where
it bonded with the contact surgical cement. The bra cup held it in place
but only covered the bottom half. The breast was forced up and out with
the nipple showing.
The second breast was similarly fastened in place and when he was through
he had a massive chest, two very large hard nipples and a spectacular
cleavage. The corset bra managed to relieve some of the new weight
pulling on his chest but he was very aware of the new ornamentation. He
tweaked the nipples and felt the clips on his own nipples tighten.
Next he fastened the locking strap around his testicles and pulled it
tight. His ball sacks stretched tightly and were held away from his
body. He injected the drug into his penis that would give him an
erection that would last for several hours. Finally he fastened the
small silver bell around the end of his cock. It would ring every time
the thing moved, which would be, of course, every step he would take.
A blonde wig and whore makeup soon followed. He did his eyes in bright
blue with overlong extensions. His lips were a luscious bright red. His
hair was styled in a blond mass like Farah Fawcett had made so popular.
He then donned the satin sissy dress. Low cut, it showed off his chest.
The mini skirt and stiff petticoats made certain his "equipment" would be
often on display. A bright red belt cinched his waist and called
attention to his hour glass figure.
He glued the two inch long talons to his fingers and painted them with
the bright red nail polish that matched his lip color. Although his toes
did not show he knew he had painted them with the same polish.
"Go look out the window," she told him.
He did and he found himself looking down on Union Square. It was just
about 4:30PM and the square was filling up with people, local and
tourists. The square was only one block on each side but they were very
long blocks and each was lined with famous stores and hotels as well as
restaurants.
She walked over to the door of the suite and opened it. Go outside, take
the elevator down to the main floor and then walk all the way around the
square," she ordered. "I'll be able to watch you from up here so I will
know if you follow my orders."
He trembled as he imagined himself walking down the busy street dressed
like a sissy wet dream. Everyone would be looking at him and laughing.
But he did not know anyone but her in the city and it was a very public
place. He would survive although is pride would probably take a beating.
He walked through the door and heard it close and lock behind him. He
was committed.
The elevator ride down was a chance to let his terror begin to subside.
The car only stopped twice and while the people who got on stared at him
and smiled, no one said anything. The walk across the marble lobby, his
spike heels clicking with every step was terrifying. By the time he made
it to the door, he realized his pride was not the only thing that would
hurt. His feet were already screaming in pain from the unaccustomed
pressure the heels put on his toes and the balls of his feet.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorman opened the door and
said, "Have a nice afternoon, Madam."
Step by agonizing step he made his way around the block. It took him
nearly an hour with the tiny steps he had to take. He had to just mince
his way along because of the extreme height of his heels and his need to
keep his skirt from bouncing up and showing his erection. He was sure
everyone was laughing at him and he expected to be arrested at any
moment, but nothing happened. Except for that damn bell which just kept
tinkling as he walked. After what seemed like a lifetime, he found
himself back in front of the hotel room door, which was still closed and
locked. He knocked softly and the door opened but only the length of the
safety chain.
Mistress looked out and said, "You went the wrong direction." The door
closed and he heard the lock click.
An hour later, after yet another trek around the square he hobbled up to
the door again. He knew he could never take another step in these
terrible shoes. He knocked on the door and again it opened just the
length of the chain.
"You forgot to ask if your Mistress needed anything. Go get me a pair of
black satin panties from Macy's." She slipped a twenty dollar bill into
his hand.
Back down he went, his feet screaming at every painful step. He had to
ask for help at Macy's and he could tell the sales clerk was having fun
at his expense. First he had to find the lingerie department. Then she
made him stand while she showed him pair after pair of panties. She made
him pick a size and a style and she even asked him if he wanted to wear
them home.
Finally he made his way back to the hotel room door. This time when he
knocked it opened wide. But his Mistress was not standing there. It was
a hotel maid.
"Where is the lady who is checked in here?" he stammered.
"There is no lady here," the maid said. "The guest checked out nearly an
hour ago."
"Did she leave anything behind?" he asked.
"Only a bag of clothes to be given to the mission," the maid replied.
"We don't do that so we just tossed them in the incinerator.
"Oh, My God!" he screamed in his head. "MY clothes! My ID. My money!"
All burned up! What am I going to do?"
The maid seemed to smile at him for a moment. "Are you Sissy Jim?" she
asked.
He nodded. She invited him into the room. "Do you have a pair of
panties for me?" she asked. She made him take them out and hold them up.
Then she took them, rubbed them over her crotch and stuffed them into his
mouth. He could taste her juices as he stood helplessly.
"The guest did leave a message for you. I have it. If you are very nice
to me, I just may give it to you. Or, I could just toss it into the
trash with the rest of the garbage. What do you think?"
What did he think? Well, an hour later, after he had cleaned the hotel
room to her liking, given her a foot massage and given her two orgasms by
virtue of her little vibrator and his tongue he was allowed to touch up
his makeup, put the panties back in his mouth, stumble down the stairs
and finally open the envelope she handed him and read the note Mistress
had left.
The rest of your little adventure is not suitable for the St. Francis
hotel. You are to walk to another hotel, the Bijou, in the center of the
tenderloin and ask the desk clerk for the key to room 610.
He soon realized he had little or no choice. To return to his own hotel
dressed as he was would mean the ruin of his career and probably his
marriage. He was sure to be seen by someone he knew and how would he
explain all of this to the desk clerk to get a key to his room?
So it was that an hour later, he found himself in front of a seedy
looking desk clerk in a rundown hotel in a not very good part of town.
He had been forced to ask for directions a couple of times, removing the
panties from his mouth each time. He knew he had to replace them as he
was sure that somehow Mistress was watching. Each time he was
propositioned for much more than just directions.
Now he faced his next decision. "You heard me Sissy. You want a key,
you need a deposit. You don't have any cash, then on your knees and take
a deposit from me. And you better get busy because you don't have a
whole of time left on the room rental."
It was his first blow job and it seemed to take forever. He was not
prepared for the hands that grabbed his head and forced him to take the
shot at the back of his throat when the guy came either. As he trudged
up the six flights of stairs, he could taste the vile cum all over his
mouth and down his throat. At least the guy had kept the panties. They
would be a souvenir he said.
Once in the room, he found it to be empty. Empty except for a long box,
gift wrapped with the name Sissy Jim on it. He opened the box and found
several terrible "accessories." Also a note that read, "Put them on or
leave. Your choice. If you comply your adventure will continue and you
will receive more instructions. If you leave, it is over."
He stared at the stuff for a long time. Then he set up the small video
camera that would record him putting on the gear by himself and began.
First came a ring gag that held his mouth open in a large red circle.
The strap fastened with a lock at the rear of his head.
Next came a steel boned, satin posture corset that matched his waist
corset. This sat on his shoulders and cupped his head in a cushioned
ring. When he laced it tight, it circled his neck and kept him looking
straight ahead and slightly upwards. He could not turn his head at all.
From each side of the corset a long steel pipe stuck out. There were
wrist cuffs at the ends. When he slipped his wrist in he found that they
held his arms securely, his elbows bent and his wrists about shoulder
high. The cuffs were made so that they locked with a pressure fitting as
soon as he put them on.
He stood helpless and alone for only a few moments until the door to the
room opened and two well built, dark skinned, heavily muscled men
entered. The bulges at their crotches showed that they were well endowed
indeed.
"Well, Well. What do we have here?" one of them said.
"I think it's Sissy Jim," the other one replied. "All ready for his
promised night at the Power Exchange.
"Don't worry, honey," one said as the other reached up under the pink
miniskirt and fastened a ring and chain around his cock and balls. "It's
fuck a sissy night at the exchange and they are going to love you. All
night long. And it's only a couple of miles over there so I think we'll
walk it. Maybe drum up some business for you along the way."
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