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I wanted to argue, to protest in some way. But the look in Rod's eye was as firm as her logic. She had me, and we both knew it. Reluctantly I removed my daring swim suit and stood nude before her. "My, you certainly did put a lot of work into yourself, Julia!" Rod teased. "What lovely breasts! Are they real? Here, let me feel them. Mmmm, they certainly do stand up when I do that! Oh, and what an adorable little pussy! Let me just stroke it some. So all your man-stuff is captured inside that thing and can't get out? What an intriguing notion! You must get awfully horny!" How right she was! The effect of this bikini-clad woman, standing so close, caressing my feminized body so intimately, was sending waves of frustrated desire through me. "Please, Rod," I moaned. "There are people watching!" "So there are," Rod smiled. "I wonder if they're enjoying the sight of two women making out. Oh well, just kiss my ass and we'll go back to the cabins -- you've got a lot of work ahead of you!" Rod made me put my swim suit into the tote bag, but she let me wear my sandals and sun hat while we walked back to the cabins. Other guests eyed me laughingly and called out taunts to me as I walked, nearly naked, beside the nonchalant Rod. I thought I could just die of embarrassment when she stopped to talk to various men and women, introducing me as her slave and ordering me to proffer my bottom for spankings! As we walked on, it struck me: This was the same fix I'd been in weeks ago, after my run-in with the prostitutes; then, as now, I was forced to walk down the street practically naked, carrying a bag and wearing a big floppy hat. It seemed to me that, for all my work and suffering, ,I was right back where I'd started from! "We're here, Slave Darling," Rod broke in on my thoughts. "Now just go in to your cabin and pick up all your clothes and things. We'll check the clothes in at the Security Office, since you won't be needing them, and you can just let me have all your money and jewelry. Hurry now, Dear. I want you finished in time to come out to Dinner with me. You look so charming in that outfit, I just can't wait to show you off!" I returned to her cabin about a half hour later, after checking in every stitch of clothing I had at the Security Office under Rod's name. It had been a rough walk there and back, and my face and bottom were both beet- red as I scampered in the door. "Oooo!" I squealed, rubbing my rump. "Those people are so mean!" "Quiet, Dear," Rod shushed. "I'm on the phone. Yes, Eva Darling," she said into the receiver. "I think three days will be about right. Okay. I think 'Julia' wants to talk to you now." And she handed me the receiver. This was my one chance for a quick rescue, but with Rod listening, I couldn't get across to Eva how desperate my plight was. She thought it was just great that I had gotten hooked up with something so kinky so soon. And despite my urging, she insisted that it would be a "few days" before she could come to take pictures. As I hung up, Rod was gloating. "Come along, Slave Dear," she said. "You can help me change into an elegant dress for dinner. They have a fine restaurant here, but the service is rather slow, so you'll have to serve my drinks for me. And then I may have you dance on the table for a while." "Dressed like this, Mistress?" I asked, gesturing down at my lack of clothing. Her smile was immensely self-satisfied. "Dressed like that," she said firmly. Somehow I got through that evening, although it was one of the worst nights of my life. The restaurant was located on a large terrace at the rear of the Mansion. True to her word, Rod made me fetch drinks for her and dance on the table -- perched precariously in my high heels -- between rounds. As I kicked up my heels and wiggled my bare ass before the amused onlookers, I had another of those horrid flashbacks, remembering the night I had been forced to dance in my panties at Clarisse's Club. I had that same feeling of going to an awful lot of trouble to get absolutely nowhere! I was allowed to kneel beside the table while Rod ate dinner. When she finished, she smilingly put her plate on the floor and ordered me to lick it clean. I was crouched there, engaged in that humiliating task, when I heard a man's voice above me. "That's very ingenious, Miss. But if I may make a suggestion..?" Startled I looked up. The man above me was slender, dressed in well- tailored Sports Clothes. I looked in envy at his softly masculine features and wavy blonde hair, thinking what a contrast he was to me now, in my nude and feminized condition. Then I noticed that he was leading a woman on a leash! The woman was taller than he, with long brown hair that seemed to shimmer over her bare shoulders. She was nude, except for leather panties and high heels, with matching ankle-cuffs, wrist-cuffs chained in front of her, and a stiff collar, all in brown leather that emphasized her hair. The outfit also showed off her shapely, well-muscled legs, round ass, and firm, high breasts. What struck me most about her though, was the look of barely-concealed defiance in her eyes. In contrast to most of the slaves at the Lust Resort, the expression on her face seemed to say: "Just wait!" But she obeyed as the man leading her ordered her down on all fours and sat down across the table from Rod, propping his feet up on his slave's back. "May I introduce myself?" He smiled. "My name is Clinton Crayle." "Pleased to meet you," Rod replied. "I'm Roderigua Cortese. Now you were saying..?" "Oh yes, Miss Cortese -- May I call you Rod? -- Rod, your slave is just charming, but I've always felt that slaves belong in bondage. I don't mean to criticize, but I must say that without some kind of shackles, she looks positively naked!" He eyed me up and down as he spoke, and I blushed furiously, wishing I could cover myself some way, and terribly confused. Across the table- bottom from me, his slave simply glared. "Oh really?" Rod seemed particularly amused. "And what sort of bondage would you suggest?" "Well, I just happen to have some things here with me," he said. "Shall I have Hannah here do the honors?" He gestured at the woman beneath his feet. Rod seemed more and more fascinated. "By all means!" she giggled. "Hannah!" Clinton snapped. "Fix up this young lady like a proper slave!" "Yes Master," the slave Hannah said through clenched teeth. She arose from the floor and picked up the items he set out on the table. Then she stepped over to me and, before I knew it, was securing my arms behind me to the elbows in a leather arm mitten! "Ouch!" I complained. "Mistress Rod! Please stop her! That's much too tight!" Rod smiled down at me. "Sorry, Julia. You insisted on getting into this thing and now you're going to have to play the game. Put some more things on her, Hannah." "A pleasure, Mistress." Hannah smiled grimly and began lacing a collar about my neck. It was much higher and more confining than her own, forcing me to crane my neck back and stare straight upward. A leather corset came next, tightly compressing my middle, restricting my breathing and arching my back. Then a pair of ankle cuffs hobbled my legs so that I could take only tiny, mincing steps. Hannah forced me to parade around the table like that, nude in leather bondage. With the high-neck collar, the only way for me to see where I was going was to bend over sharply at the waist, a position that prominently displayed my jutting breasts and bare ass, emphasized by the corset and single mitten. "Now why don't you two go out on the lawn and play," Crayle said casually. "I want to discuss some things with Rod." Imperiously, Hannah snapped a leash to my collar and, as Rod laughed, led me out across the terrace onto the lawn. "Please," I gasped as we walked across the grass, "don't treat me like this!" You have no right! You're a slave too!" In the distance, I could see Rod and Clinton, seated at the table in luxury, sipping coffee and chatting. Suddenly Hannah detached my leash, doubled it over, and gave me a stinging lash across the bottom with it! "Oh!" I cried. "Ow! What was that for?" "That was for calling me a slave, you miserable little bare-assed pussy! Now are you ready to take orders or do you need a little more convincing?" "No! No please," I said quickly. "I'll obey! I will, Miss!" There certainly wasn't much else I could do, in this awful bondage and nudity. "That's better." Hannah's smile was almost genuine. Standing there in her panties and heels, she looked me up and down and sneered. "Now I'll tell you a thing or two," she said. "I'm no more a real submissive than you are a real woman!" My mouth opened in shock. I tried to speak. "But how did you know? Why are you here?" "You'll find out in due time, Missie," Hannah said. "Just keep in mind that if you don't want your cover blown here, you'd better do exactly as I tell you!" "Yes," I said. "Whatever you say." She casually flicked one of my nipples. "Call me 'Mistress', Slave." "Yes- Mistress." I lowered my eyes. "You know," she said, running a hand along my smooth bare thigh, "it makes me kind of horny seeing you this way. Knowing that you're really a man who's been forced into becoming a female slave. I can tell you don't like being made to parade around naked like that, all sexy and feminine -- and it excites me!" She began caressing my furry crotch. "Oooh," she sighed. "I just love thinking about your male equipment being all locked away in there where you can't get at it, no matter how much you want to. You must be getting kind of horny yourself, aren't you Julia?" How right she was! The nearness of this magnificently-shaped woman and her sexy caresses were causing lustful excitement in me, despite my strange predicament. Standing there, bound, naked and feminized, I felt my nipples tingle and my cock try to swell in its confinement, putting aching pressure on my balls. "Oh yess, Mistress," I breathed. "Ohhh, it's been so long and I'm soooo horny..." I could feel my knees trembling. "Would you like me to take my panties off, Julia?" Hannah asked softly. "Would you like to be close to a real woman's pussy?" "Ahhh, yes Mistress!" I felt like a doe in heat. "Yes I would!" Slowly, smilingly, Hannah lowered her leather panties and stepped out of them. Bound as I was, I had to bend over sharply to see her and this put me almost at eye level with her moist, inviting womanhood. "Nice, isn't it?" Hannah teased. "Why don't you get down on your knees for a better look?" Slowly I sank down onto my knees and found that my bondage was perfectly suited to a kneeling position as my elbow-bound arms propped me up behind and my corset and collar arched me back. Hannah gleefully touched a finger to her love nest. It came away moist. She held it up to my nose. "Sniff!" she ordered. "Oh," I sighed. "I want to fuck you so bad!" "Well," she said. "This is as close as you'll ever get!" and she stepped closer, straddling my bent-back face. "Suck!" she ordered. "Eat me out like a good little lesbian. Prove what a woman you are!" In an agony of frustration, I tongued her desperately, not knowing what else to do. For several minutes I moved my tongue and lips with all the skill could and finally I was rewarded by her shuddering cry of ecstasy. "Oh! Yes She-male! Yes She-male! Yes!" she cried, grabbing my long hair and pushing me even further into her. One more convulsive jerk and she was through. She rested quietly on my face for a while, though, glowing with satisfaction. Finally she dismounted me. "That was the best ever," she sighed, looking at me with a strange expression. "Now that I've had a she-male, I may be hooked. Too bad for you if I am, Sweetie." She took a deep breath. "Now we'd better fix your makeup. Your Mistress and thar worm who calls himself my master are coming!" Later, walking back to the cabin with Rod, I asked, "Mistress, when is this awful slavery going to end?" I was still wearing my high heels and the stiff leather corset and my neck was still arched back by the leather collar. My arms had been freed from the single mitten, but at Clinton's insistence, Rod had put them into leather wrist cuffs that were secured to my corset front by cords a foot in length. "Oh, I don't know, Julia," Rod replied casually. "Whenever Eva gets here to photograph you, I guess. In the meantime, aren't we getting Julia into some real escapades?" "But this is nothing like what I had planned," I protested. "I never figured on having to walk around naked like this while people spank me and bind me and things!" I also never figured on Clinton Crayle treating me like that! But I couldn't tell Rod about it. Whatever plan he'd made, he must be playing a complicated game. "That's just too bad, Julia," Rod smiled. "You're in too far to back out now so you'll just have to play along with it until Eva comes." "But that other slavec-- Hannah -- she knows I'm a man!" Rod raised an eyebrow. "Dear, at this point, I'm not even sure you're a man. You certainly don't look or act like one! All I know is that you used to be a man named Larry VanLow and you plan to be returned to that identity someday after you've framed your cousin Julia. But for right now, you're definitely on the femme side." She giggled. "I've seen the way you quiver when men touch you!" I blushed all over. "I can't help that!" I snapped. "I mean, with all the female hormones I've taken, and going without sex for so long, I'm getting confused!" "Well, Slave Darling, we're at the cabin now, I'll let you rest for a while on the floor rubbing my feet. Then you can draw my bath, wash, dry and powder me, and help me dress for bed. Also, I'm anxious to have you perform for me like you did for Hannah!" The thought of pleasuring Rod's lean, athletically feminine body sent a chill of excitement through me. And a wave of pain through my confined masculine organs. "But Mistress," I asked as we entered the cabin and Rod started undressing. "Aren't you going to take off this bondage?!" Rod looked thoughtful for a moment. Then "No," she said. "I find you rather amusing that way. I think I'll let you keep it on all night!" It was ten o'clock the next morning when Rod took the collar, corset and cuffs off me. By that time, I had waited on her every need, served her breakfast, helped her dress and undress, and lapped her to three orgasms. By way of thanks, she had spanked me twice and forced me to perform a thousand menial, degrading tasks as she sat lounging around, smoking one of my expensive cigars and giggling as I meekly swept up the ashes with a whisk broom! "Clean yourself up now," Rod ordered. "You can use my old bath water. Then freshen your makeup and report to me." An hour later, freshly washed, perfumed and beautified, I presented myself to Rod. She was wearing a smart sundress, hose, and sensible shoes. I myself was nude, as usual now. "We're going out for a bit, Julia," Rod announced. "Would you like to wear something? Or would you rather stay naked, as you were yesterday?" "Er- I'd rather wear clothing, Mistress," I said. "You know, people here are rather cruel to naked slaves." "So I've noticed," Rod remarked. She pointed to some things on the floor nearby. "Lace on those boots," she ordered. "I'll help you with the rest of the things." It seemed odd to be putting on boots while I was totally naked, but I knew better than to argue. They were soft leather, well padded and comfortable, despite a rather high heel. At each ankle, there was a metal ring, and Rod had me tie them together with a three foot length of strong leather cord, creating a rather loose hobble. "Now for the gloves," Rod said. "I'll lace them on for you!" She called them gloves, but they were actually leather hand pods, without fingers. They laced on tightly, cramping my hands into uselessness. I noticed a metal spring-clip at the tip of each glove. "But- Mistress Rod," I protested. "I won't be able to use my hands this way! Why, I can't even get these things off!" "You won't need to get them off," Rod smiled. "And as for using your hands, I've thought of a very good use for them." "What do you mean?" "All day yesterday, you complained about being forced to run around naked. Well, today I've decided to let you cover yourself. Watch!" Swiftly Rod pulled my mittened hands down and attached the spring-clips at the tips to the tether between my ankles. "Mistress! What is this?" I tried to straighten up. Couldn't. My hands were securely fixed to that hobble. Then I found that by putting my booted feet close together and bending my knees slightly, I could get enough slack in the tether to raise my hands to just below my crotch. I was still bent slightly forward, however. "See?" Rod guided me over to a mirror. "You're as modest as the girl in 'September Morn'!" I looked at my reflection in the mirror and immediately wished I hadn't. I looked ridiculous, like a bashful female with both hands crossed over my pussy and my breasts half-hidden behind my arms. Some covering! My leather boots and mittens seemed to call attention to my lack of any other clothing more effectively than total nudity would have. And the half-bent-over pose that my bondage forced me to assume made my bare bottom jut out saucily. I knew that walking in this fix would make my ass sway wildly and and give teasing glimpses of the feminine charms that were now half hidden in my bondage pose. "Oh please, Mistress Rod," I begged. "Don't make me go out like this. It's just awful!" Rod gave me a look of amused concern. "Why, you poor Dear," she cooed. "Did you think I was going to take you out where everyone could see you dressed like that? Don't worry, Darling, I have something else for you to wear!" And she stepped behind me. "Oh what a relief," I said, "thank you, M--!" My words were suddenly cut off by a six-inch leather dildo that Rod suddenly stuck in my mouth. It was mounted on a strap, and she rapidly secured this around my head, locking the gag into place. I couldn't speak! Now she clipped a leash to a metal ring mounted on the gag. "There!" she said brightly. "You're all dressed for your walk!" I wanted to protest, to cry out, to do something -- anything! But I was helpless. I couldn't run, couldn't protect myself, couldn't even beg for mercy as Rod picked up a riding crop, draped a towel over one shoulder, and casually took the leash. "Come on, Slave." She tugged firmly. "That Clinton told me about a place where I can skinny-dip without worrying about anyone taking advantage of me. I happen to love skinny-dipping," she giggled. "And you're perfectly dressed for it!" The spot Rod had mentioned was fairly secluded, but the walk over there was sheer humiliation! Everyone we passed -- and there were dozens -- laughed heartily at the sight of me, a naked woman trying to cover herself as she hobbled at the end of her Mistress' leash. Now and then some man with eager hands or some woman with an urge to paddle my prominently-displayed bottom would stop us and chat a while. Rod was just as obliging as she had been the day before, offering me for caresses, pinches or swats to anyone who asked. Hands, male and female, roamed over my body, and I was almost thankful that my hands were tied where they could defend my pussy-wig. If anyone should try to enter it with a finger and discover that it was just a disguise for my male sex... I shuddered 'to think! But we passed every prodding inspection. No one ever guessed that I was actually the wealthy and powerful Larry VanLow and not just a naked woman-slave. At last the passers-by thinned out. We entered a quiet woods with lightly-travelled paths criss-crossing it, and finally came to the edge of a clear, vigorous stream. "Just perfect!" Rod said. "Now I'll just fix you up so you won't get into any trouble while I swim." So saying, she reached up and pulled down the top of a fairly tall springy sapling. Then she tied the end of my leash to it and let it spring back up. I was secured perfectly. With my hands tied to the ankle tether, I couldn't raise them high enough to grapple with the leash. And with the sapling tugging up on the leash -- which was still attached to my gag - I couldn't bend down far enough to get the strap close to my mittened hands. I was stuck there in that awkward "September Morn" pose until someone chose to release me. And releasing me was obviously the last thing on Rod's mind! With tantalizing slowness, she began undressing, hanging her clothes on a nearby limb. The sun dress came off, revealing her small but firm and well-shaped breasts, unencumbered by a bra. Next, she unsnapped her garter belt, stepped out of her sandals and rolled her stockings down her long, shapely legs. She spent some time that way, in just her pale blue bikini panties, draping her clothing over the branches, being careful not to snag the delicate hosiery, seemingly unaware of my eyes devouring her sexy body. Finally she turned her back to me and let her panties fall to the grass, revealing her perfect rump. Gaily, she stepped out of them, bent down to pick them up, and hung them with her other clothes. Now she turned to me. "Well Slave," she said. "Keep an eye on these things while I'm in swimming. Why, are you staring at me?" She posed seductively, hands on hips, flaunting her, lean body. Beneath the pussy-wig, I felt that familiar, awful ache as my cock swelled in its confinement. I groaned involuntarily. "You're not getting sexually aroused are you Slave? You are? I guess you must really like being feminized and made to parade around all naked and tied up," She stepped closer. "Would you like me to caress your titties? Like this? You're moaning again, you must really love it! Just think: If some man were to come along now, all he'd see would be two women, gloriously nude. He'd probably have trouble deciding which of us was prettier? Well, maybe not. He'd probably pick you! I guess any real man would much rather handle a body like yours than than be trapped inside it, like you are. Minm, all this talk's making me horny. I'd better go cool off! Ta-ta!" And she turned and walked over to the stream, diving in gracefully. For several minutes I watched her sporting about in the water. Then she swam upstream, out of sight, and my eyes turned to her clothes, hanging in the trees just a few feet away. Oh, how I longed for them! If only I could get out of this awful bondage, I thought, and get back into clothing, even women's clothing! I yearned to feel panties on my bare ass once again and hose on my shaven legs. I never thought that I, a man, would feel so eager to put on a dress, but after two days of enforced nudity and public exposure, I'd gladly have worn even my Maid's uniform again! So deeply was I thinking that I failed to hear the approaching cart until it was almost on top of me. I guess I couldn't have done anything about it anyway, bound as I was, but it was an awful shock, seeing the light two-seater suddenly come up on me--driven by Clinton Crayleand pulled by Hannah! "Whoah up there, girl," Clinton ordered. Hannah came to a stop, and I had a chance to study the odd sight she made, wearing only a corset and boots, her elbows secured at her sides, a bit-gag tied into her mouth. Her eyes flashed angrily as Clinton, immaculately attired in masculine sporting garb, pulled on the reins attached to her corset with unnecessary roughness. "Let's have a look at this!" He grinned, stepping down from the cart. On his way over to me he casually removed the bit-gag from Hannah's mouth. "Well, young lady," he smirked at me. "That's quite a fix you're in! Alone here in the woods at the mercy of any passing stranger. Are those your clothes on the branches over there? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Then in a low tone he whispered, "That's in case anyone' listening; this case is getting involved and--" "Come on, Clinton," Hannah said disdainfully. "Go ahead and take her before her Mistress comes back. After all, that's what we're supposed to be here for!" "Not so fast," Clinton said. "A situation like this has a lot of possibilities, and I intend to make the most of it." He came closer and ran a hand over one of my breasts. Horrified as I was, trembling with fear and embarassment, my nipple still stiffened under his touch. Then, to my astonishment, he whispered, "I can understand how could a man can be brought to this." He flicked my nipple--for the benefit of anyone looking? "I'll get you out of this, but it'll take some time. Meanwhile just try to go along with things." Clinton stepped over to the tree and systematically gathered up Rod's clothes. He picked up dress, shoes, underwear, even her towel! "What are you doing?" Hannah demanded, squirming in her bondage as Clinton hid the clothes in the carriage. "We're only supposed to take this one. Rod's working with us, remember? We have a deal with Julia." "I've had enough of you trying to boss me around." Clinton roughly forced the gag back into Hannah's mouth. "I told you when I hired you on for this case that you have to take orders -- and I warned you it wouldn't be fun. But I'm playing this my way. Now pull the cart back into the woods and we'll watch for Rod." Hannah looked like she wanted to disobey, but when Clinton climbed back into the cart and cracked the whip at her ass, she apparently decided to cool it for a while. She dutifully pulled the carriage back along the path, just out of sight. And just in time! They had been gone no more than a minute when Rod came walking back through the woods, water glistening on her lovely skin. "Well, Slave, did you have fun waiting for me?" she asked. Then she looked around. "Wait a minute! Where are my clothes? Who took them? Wait 'til I get that gag off you. I'll--Oh! Someone's coming!" And she jumped back behind a bush. The Someone Coming was Clinton and Hannah, of course, jogging up innocently as though they had just arrived. I noticed a tear streaking down Hannah's face and her eyes shone furiously. "Whoah, Slave!" Clinton said. "Look here! I think that Slave belongs to the charming lady I met last night." Clinton dismounted again and walked up to me. "Where's your Mistress, Slave?" he asked blandly. "Back here in the bushes!" Rod called. "Rod? Is that you?" I could tell he was enjoying this. "Come on out!" "I can't," Rod said. "I was in swimming and someone stole my clothes. You haven't seen them, have you?" "Stole your clothes? My, that is unfortunate," Clinton said. "No, I haven't seen anything." "Well, could you let me borrow some?" From the tone of her voice, I could tell that Rod suspected Clinton but knew she was in no position to accuse him directly. "I've no wish to walk back to my bungalow this way!" "I know what you mean," Clinton said sympathetically. "Why, without your clothes, people might think you were a slave! They'd certainly give you a hard time of it if anyone told them you were coming! And of course, you'd have to go clear to the Main Hall and get a duplicate key to your cabin. And what if they ask you for identification? Why, you might have to stay outside in that condition for quite some time!" "Please." Rod sounded worried. After the way she'd seen people treat me, she had good reason to be! For a few seconds, I felt a small twinge of satisfaction at her discomfort. "Loan me something to wear!" Then I chilled at Clinton's next words. "All I have are Pony-girl outfits, like the one Hannah is wearing. But I'll be glad to harness up the two of you alongside her!" "Pony gir-" Rod said. "But that's bondage!" "Suit yourself," Clinton said smoothly. "I could fix you girls up like Hannah and ride you back to the cabins. That way, you'd be under my protection and no one would bother you. I could release you as soon as we got back to the cabins." "Hmm," Rod mused. "You promise?" "Word of honor," Clinton smiled. "You'll be a free woman again as soon as we get back to the cabins!" "Well....." "Of course, if you'd rather take your chances, I'll just head on back now. There must be quite a few people in the area who'd like to hear about the two naked slaves who'll be trying to sneak back to the Main Hall." "Never mind," Rod said resignedly. "Here I come." And she stepped out from the woods, defeated but not humbled. In a trice, Clinton had her decked out in a pony-girl outfit. Tight corset with elbow-cuffs attached to the sides, running boots like mine and a bridle-gag. "Oh please." She tried to protest the gag. "Must you gag me?" "Absolutely," Clinton said, strapping it on the helpless woman."Now let me just hitch you up beside Hannah and I'll get started on your slave." Rod and Hannah made a remarkable sight, hitched up to the cart together, their proud bodies rebelling in the bondage. But I didn't have long to admire the scene, for very shortly I was similarly corseted, elbow-bound and hitched up beside them!