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You Ladygirl Preface If this were a true story, and it isn't, but if it were, I would need to protect the innocent. The innocent in this case is a culture rather than individuals. So to protect a fictional culture I have changed the fictional name of the fictional culture to "Chinese." Me, I am, like the protagonist, of European ancestry second generation on my father's side. I admit knowing little about Chinese culture. There is a high likelihood that this story is chock full of stereotypical racism, and of course, sexism and genderism. This is, however, just erotica. To work the story simply needs some culture foreign to Americans like myself. If there are parts that offend then I willingly accept some number of lashes as punishment. The safe word is "red." ---- You Ladygirl No, I'm a runner. My toes. They tingle. My doctor says most likely nerves not blood vessels. Running was compressing the pads of my feet. The nerves to my toes were possibly shot. Get some physical therapy my doctor said. But even with a prescription that can be expensive. I went for cheap. The sign had said Thai Massage. Holistic. TCM. Pedicure. Et cetera. It said a lot of stuff. It was a small storefront tucked between a bunch of other small storefronts. It's my neighborhood. My rent is cheap. My neighborhood is cheap. This would be cheaper than physical therapy. A foot rub is a foot rub, right? I went in. Several women's faces turned toward me. An Asian woman approached me. Owner? Worker? "You ladygirl." I couldn't tell if it was a question or statement. Or even if I had misheard some other accented English word. "No. I'm a runner." "You come back Tuesday at ten when I not too busy." ------ Suzy I returned at ten, Tuesday. The place was empty. "See place empty. Perfect for ladygirl." "No I'm a runner," I explained. I just wanted a foot massage. She sat me down in a comfortable chair. She removed my shoes and socks. "Close eyes. You relax. I take care. This first session extra long." Already my feet felt better and all she had done so far was take off my shoes and socks. It was if it had taken the effort of all ten of her fingers to do it. It was that sensual. I closed my eyes. She covered my eyes with a heavy seed-filled eye mask. And then nothing. She had stepped away. It took her several minutes to return. I heard water and then a hot wet towel relaxed my foot. God it felt good. First one. Then she stepped away again and after several minutes returned with fresh reheated towel. She did the other. To me laying there with clean feet and closed eyes she said, "You relax. I be right back," and she stepped away again. When she returned she began the foot massages proper. Very sensual. Very relaxing. Of course. But very very slow. I couldn't believe the time it was taking. It seemed that between every change of effort there was a pause as she stepped back from me. I note this not in frustration but in amazement. I was glad. The unrushed atmosphere just added to my relaxation and general good feeling. Two and a half hours later it was finally time to leave. I was astounded at long I had been there and how cheap her rate was. Granted there had likely been only an actual hour or even less of real physical work, but still.... I couldn't be certain but it seemed the feeling in my big toe was returning. It didn't matter. At her rates and skill I was hooked. Plus my running times the next week seemed a tad faster. It was a no brainer, I went back. "Ladygirl come back. You like, yes?" "Yes, very much. But I'm just a runner, remember?" ----- You will need to be disciplined It was my fourth visit. I was actually getting a little discouraged. I thought my toes were better but it wasn't dramatic like I had hoped. After my session I mentioned it to Suzy. I beginning to think of her as my personal foot therapist. I knew her name. "You come tomorrow this same time. We talk to doctor Ming. She TCM." TCM, traditional Chinese medicine. I had learned that. "How much? I can't afford a doctor for this." "No, no. Just consult. No charge. I take care you. You my ladygirl," I brushed off her running joke. The next day I explained my problem to Dr. Ming. Suzy listened. Dr, Ming examined my feet. They consulted with each other in Asian. Then she spoke to me. Her English was accented but better than Suzy's. "I would be happy to treat you. Suzy says that money is an issue. Honestly what I would do can just as easily be done by Suzy for less expense. She is in training with me. Acupuncture and so forth. The herbal work will be approved by me, naturally. There will additional charges. To be sure. But since the work will be training for Suzy you will get a good rate. As with anything you will get out what you invest in. You will need to be disciplined in following our instructions or you will not see the results you desire." "Of course. Thank you doctor." ----- I didn't read it It was my fault. I had fallen asleep during our session. Dr. Ming had stopped by to check on the work. I had been up late the night before this sixth visit. The new regime had begun modestly the week before: a few acupuncture needles, an herbal compress and an herbal oral pill. I had been dreaming I suppose. When I awoke there was Suzy and Dr. Ming staring down at me, whispering. They discreetly pointed at my midsection. I had a hard-on! It was clearly tenting my running pants. I was so embarrassed. I blushed deeply. "I'm so sorry," I exclaimed as I rushed my hands over my crotch. I tried to push my hard erect penis down. To no avail. It would not stay unless I held it down with my hands. Dr. Ming left after a few more words to Suzy. Suzy silently stared at me after she left. I was still beet red, blushing, still embarrassed, pushing my penis. Finally she spoke. "You bad ladygirl. Bad bad ladygirl." I cast my eyes down. I couldn't look at her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I fell asleep." She said nothing. Just staring at my hands holding my still hard penis down. "We have to see if I can still treat you. I talk to Dr. Ming. She say we not that kind of place. We not massage parlor. We very high class place. We treat only ladies and ladygirls. No man with hard penis." I blushed again. I was mortified. Then Dr. Ming returned. "Suzy please leave us," she said. Alone she spoke directly to me. "I'm sure you understand that we must not run afoul of the law here. But beyond that I have a responsibility to protect the safety of my employees and students. You seem like a nice person. I am sure you would never be improper. However even the appearance of impropriety must not be allowed. We have been making such progress with you. You do want to continue don't you?" "Yes very much. Please, what can I do?" I asked sincerely. "Well since we can now never be sure when this might happen again, and since we cannot risk it happening when another customer might see it, we must request that you be treated in a private room. That won't cost much more, but it introduces additional possible problems. Anything might happen in a private room, you see. So we must also insist that you be restrained during your sessions. And there may yet be further requirements. We'll see. Are you willing to try?" It was vague but I trusted everyone here. I really wanted to continue. "Yes, of course." "And since we are proceeding along a slightly unorthodox path we had better set things down in writing. A small contract if you will, setting out obligations and expectations." She withdrew a single sheet of paper from a desk and handed it to me. I didn't read it word for word. Who does. It was medical jargon about giving them permission to treat me as needed. I signed it. ----- she seemed bemused More acupuncture needles and more herbal pills. But the big change was the private room and the reclining chair that now had straps that bound my hands. I have to admit that I was a bit shocked when I first saw it. I had heard Dr. Ming mention restraints, but it was while I was blushing and trying to hide my hard-on. My sessions were now taking two hours. And Suzy was not only stepping away but out as well. All I could do was relax and wait. My hands tied down. Because I had been bad and had a hard-on? How could I get that thought out of my mind? And when it did force its way in I was embarrassed all over again. And lets face it, thinking about a hard-on is sometimes the precursor to getting a hard-on. Then a good looking woman comes in and begins sensually touching you. Sure just your feet but come on. It was bound to happen. Sure enough I fell asleep again, relaxed as I was, alone, my mind wandering into its own devices. When I awoke there was Suzy staring at my once again raging hard-on. Only this time it had pushed out of my underwear and against my ever so slightly unzipped pants zipper. Oh god, you could just make out a bit of pink skin. And there was nothing I could do to hide it. My hands were literally tied. "Bad ladygirl. Now you must wear special medical clothes during treatment. You come back next week wearing these." She handed me a package. I felt too embarrassed to open it right there. When I got home I opened it. They looked like women's panties. I guess they didn't want any crotch opening that might allow my penis to escape. When I came in for my next session she took my shoes and socks off and told me to stand up. Without a word she proceeded to undo my belt, unzip my pants and pull them down. "Oh good. ladygirl wearing panties." She actually laughed. I blushed. So these were women's panties. "You get in your chair. No want hanky panky from ladygirl." She removed my pants, guided me to the chair and strapped me down. As she was fixing the buckles her hand brushed against my now bare thigh. I felt so exposed and emotionally vulnerable that instantly I felt a tingle in my penis. She commenced to do my feet and it was all I could do to not fantasize about my penis. Trapped in women's panties. My bare legs out-stretched. A beautiful woman stroking my feet. My hands bound. My penis got hard. It stayed hard for the entire session. Suzy just ignored it. Actually she seemed bemused by my predicament. ---- I am not a pervert Let me digress. I want to be clear. I'm not a pervert. I had never done anything like this before. That is to say I had never ever worn women's panties nor had I ever been tied up. When I had to put on the panties that morning I was burning with shame. Yes, I confess to a tingle of excitement. But it was shame and embarrassment that I felt. Not some perverted excitement of sexual masturbatory fetishism. I reminded myself that I was doing it to protect Suzy. Or protect other clients. Protect them from having to see my, to them, disgustingly erect penis. See, I was being ordered to do it. By a Doctor! It's not some sexual fantasy that I was choosing to engage; some infantile pleasure wish. Granted, bound in the chair I often couldn't help myself from getting hard. Yes, for that you may condemn me. But I am only human. Well, yes male human. Surely you can understand that. I am not a pervert. Really, I am not. ----- It was hypnotic. I might have quit right then. But my running had improved, especially my endurance. I did notice that my explosive bursts seemed tamer. The feeling in my toes was returning, if slowly. I was falling asleep every session now. It seemed that Suzy was spending more and more time away. Once I fell asleep within the first five minutes. When she awoke me it was time to go. I was dazed. It seemed mere minutes yet sure enough it had been two hours. Maybe more. The next session began as always. Suzy taking her time getting me ready. Strapping me down naked below the waist except for the panties. Suzy droning on in her sing-song voice about nothing. Me getting more and more relaxed. Many of her words were about relaxing and letting go. A couple of needles would go in and then a long wait before the next pair. All very relaxing, even boring. Then there she was waking me up and releasing my restraints. In a fog I sat up and took my pants from her hands to put on. As I was pulling them on I felt something funny. Then I realized. All the hair was gone from my legs. "Suzy! Where did my hair go? Did you shave my legs?" "No, no. Cream. You run faster now, ladygirl." My anger subsided a bit. Yes it was true some runners shaved their legs. I had considered it once but rejected it. I was not nearly elite enough for it to matter. I ran my hands down the inside of my pants. Then I felt my balls and penis. They were bare too. "My pubic hair? You did that too?" "Yes, you like, no?" No I didn't like but I also didn't feel like scolding her either. That is until I saw my toenails had been painted. "My toenails. They're pink! No! no! no!" I felt like I wanted to cry. Before I could, Suzy came over and took me in her arms. She patted me on the back. She rubbed my crotch with her leg. Through the panties that I still had on, I started to get hard. I was anxious to leave so I could get home. My mind was awash with conflicting emotions. I was angry yet I was also wanting to get home to masturbate. It was becoming a habit. Once home and before removing the panties I would get myself off while wearing them. I would think about it all the way home. I was guiltily thinking about it now even. Indeed I had begun to allow myself to think about it at the end of my sessions. It had become a game for me. If I started to become hard while thinking about the panties while strapped down I had to shift my thoughts to stop it. All these emotions racing about my head, my guilt and my anger and my growing anticipation of exciting myself at home, signalled to Suzy that something was wrong. It increased Suzy's concern for me. She held on to me and started talking in that soothing monotone she used at the start of my sessions. She was saying how pretty I looked. How sensuous I looked. How attractive. How the other ladies in the salon were noticing too. Her hand had come down and was brushing my hardening penis through the silky smooth panties. Light, almost non-touches that would jolt me out, ever so briefly, out of a mild fantasy trance like state. A picture of smiling Asian ladies looking me over. Crooking their fingers at me to come to them. Suzy snapped her fingers. "Twice a week not enough now. You come three times a week. Here your pills. Every day, you take." Quickly I put on my shoes. Then my socks, glad they covered my toenails. In a flash I was out the door and into the harsh sunlight. I began stroking myself on and off all the way home. Walking up to my house I unbuttoned my shirt. At my front door, which was mostly but not entirely private, I dropped my pants and lowered my shirt down my shoulders lightly pinning my arms behind me. Fumbling with the keys I got the door open and shuffled in, kicked off the pants and dropped the shirt. I pulled the panties down below my butt. I stared down my pink toenails sparkling in the sunlight hitting the floor. Angrily I thought how Suzy had done a really pretty job on them. I stared too at my smooth hairless mid-section. My balls were no longer hidden in a mini-forest. They were round and obvious and called themselves out. My smooth skin and thighs were mildly pornograhic. They were clearly erotic. My anger melted into excitement. My shame morphed into ejaculation. And then returned. That next week was a marathon week. I ran the fastest marathon of my life. I didn't care anymore. I only cared about Suzy. ----- Dr. Ming "Would you like to go to dinner?" I asked Suzy, my heart pounding. "You mean like date?" she replied with a puzzled look. "Uhh, yes, like date," I said, casting my eyes downward. I had made a faux pas I realized. Our relationship was close but formal. I was a client, not a potential friend. I regretted my words. "I need ask Dr. Ming," she replied in her usual cheery voice. I realized that I was narcissistically pursuing my own feelings and not ones shared by Suzy. It was too late to retract my words. I would come off worse, as insincere. "She here now. I ask." It was going too fast. Again I regretted asking. I had imagined a simple acceptance or rejection, just between the two of us. Asked and answered. Yeah or nay. Now I would become the object of a discussion. Pros and cons weighed and considered. Certainly subconsciously if not actually verbalized. She came back with Dr. Ming. They had already discussed the matter. "I need to give you an examination," said Dr. Ming matter-of-factly. "It's been a while anyway and it's time," she said as if reading my why- wondering mind. "You need to strip. It's private here with just Suzy and I, no need for a gown." Actually, yes there was a need for a gown. I had never been nude in front of Suzy or Dr. Ming. Yes, Suzy was my physical therapist and Dr. Ming was a doctor. Yet they were both attractive women and I had just invited Suzy out on a date. This was to my mind very unorthodox. I stripped and mildly blushed. The panties were last to come off. Had Dr. Ming even seen me in panties? As I slipped out of them I asked, "You know I was wondering. Isn't there something else I could be wearing to cover a potential hard-on? Something besides women's panties?" "Are you embarrassed to be wearing them?" asked Dr. Ming. "No one else but us sees you. It really shouldn't be a big deal. You are a grown man, not a little child." I felt embarrassed for even asking. She began looking closely and touching me all over. In some ways a typical physical exam but not in others. She inspected my penis more carefully than any other doctor. Luckily my penis didn't get hard. In my mind this was an exam by a doctor and that helped. She ran her hands up and down my smooth hairless legs. What must she be thinking about that? And my hairless crotch? She took my painted-toenailed toes in hand. I blushed a tiny bit and I thought I saw a smile cross her face. When she got to my upper body I gave out a small cry of pain when she touched an area near my nipples. "Is that tender?" she asked. "Yes, it's been like that a while. I think I may have run into something or other and bruised it slightly." I had meant to ask her why my upper body seemed a bit softer than it used to. But she started asking me questions. How was my running? Really fast. Was I satisfied with my running? Yes, my times were coming down but my style was changing. How so? Well I could hold a faster pace longer but if I needed to pass someone quickly I struggled. And the feeling in your feet is it returning? Yes. Do you have any concerns about your running? No. Any other concerns? Then I asked about the upper body softness. "Well the herbal pills I am giving you may be responsible. They improve the circulation in your legs. But partly at least at the expensive of the chest and upper body. They may also improve the toes at the expense of a softening of the legs. Would that concern you?" "Yes, a bit, if it affects my running." "Chinese runners on this regimen sometimes wrap their legs lightly in silk cloth to place mild pressure on the muscles to encourage them to reject fat. Here in America they have a different practice but I am hesitant to suggest it to you." "Oh, no. No problem. I am very happy with the results of your care. I will try what the Chinese do if you think it may help me," I exclaimed eagerly. She took a minute to reply. "Let me first ask you some questions about your commitment to running. Is it the most important thing in your life at the moment?" "Yes, yes for sure." "If you met someone and began considering partnering with them long term, but they expressed concern that your running would take too much time out of your life for your relationship with them and/or possible children, could you give up running or would you find a more suitable partner?" Wow. Talk about getting to the point. So was this about Suzy or was it really a generic question? Was Suzy a more or less suitable partner for a runner? No way to know that now. I would have to give a real answer. It was made harder in that I had never had a really serious relationship in my life. But hell, I wasn't a professional. Running was important but leaving it for something else important did not strike me as something I would have trouble doing. "No running is not so important that I would not be able to give it up if there were something else of value in my life." "In that case, what I am about to suggest to you, will likely not be something you will be willing to try in order to improve your running." She held out her hand to Suzy who placed a flattish cellophane wrapped package in it. "You should wear these as much as possible. You don't need to keep wearing the panties as long as you have these on. Even when you are here for a session. But these must be worn at all times, although you can skip them at night when you sleep. Any questions?" she asked as she handed me the pair of pantyhose. ------- Suzy was all professional So it was out of the frying panty and into the pantyhose fire. I had not said I would wear them. They had shown me how to roll them up to put on. I had half hoped Suzy would put them on me herself. While tied down. Then it would not be me doing it. I had never heard of wearing pantyhose as a training technique. I guess it's not something that one would advertise. It was really left up to me. They would treat me. I had nothing to lose by not wearing them. Wearing them on the other hand was one more step down a path: panties, hairless legs and pubis, painted toenails, and now pantyhose. What had Suzy been calling me? "You ladygirl!" At home I put them on. It felt exciting. I was doing something perverse not perverted. I was doing it for my running. I certainly didn't want my legs going soft. And who would know? Under pants and socks it was my secret. That night I left them on. In the middle of the night I awoke from an erotic dream. I masturbated while I ran my hand up and down their sleek smoothness. I also lightly brushed my nipples into a hardness that I had not known was possible. When I orgasmed it was a full body orgasm with tingles all over. My next appointment with Suzy was all professional. She said nothing about the pantyhose. Since I earlier had masturbated, with the pantyhose, of course, I had no problem with an erection during the session. There were no accidental brushes of my thigh or anywhere else that might have excited me. At the end of the session she simply said, "We go on date next Friday. You meet me here seven pm. Dr. Ming say ok." yyyyyyyyyyy ----- Lotus It was Friday. To show that I was a true gentleman I wore the panties and the pantyhose. I rapped on the door of the closed salon. Suzy let me in. "Remove your pants and get in your chair," she ordered. I was a bit confused but obeyed since she was treating it like it was just like a regular session. She strapped me down and walked out. Then a strange woman walked in. I was mortified to be seen as I was. "You seem surprised. Has no one told you how this is going to work?" I nodded and whispered no. "Oh dear. No wonder the surprise. Well see Suzy may not go on a date unchaperoned. I am her chaperone, Lotus. Pleased to meet you too," she quipped and laughed. It was a friendly laugh and put me at ease. Well as much ease as a man can be. A man who is wearing panties and pantyhose and tied down in front of a strange woman. "I regret to inform you then that there is one more condition you must endure if you are to go on a chaperoned date with Suzy." I gulped. "Of course you may refuse. But if you refuse then you can't go on the date." "OK, what?" I asked. More and more I was regretting asking for the date. Lotus reached into her purse and withdrew a bit of plastic. "This is a chastity cage. Once you are locked into it we women will be completely safe from your uncontrollable animalistic impulses to rape us." She laughed again. "Suzy may not put it on you as that would destroy the mystical attraction between you two. And you may not put it on at this time because it is a bit too complicated for your simple male brain. So it is left to me to put it on. Tell me when you are ready. Oh by the way, I am Dr. Lotus, Dr. Ming's daughter if that makes it any easier. You can think of this as strictly professional." What a lot of stuff to absorb. I had gone this far. There was no sense ending it now. What was one more humiliation at the hands of a beautiful woman. Or is that the hands of a beautiful doctor. While Suzy watched Dr. Lotus pulled my panties and then the pantyhose down. But that was not enough, she had to pull them off so she could spread my legs. Because I was restrained it was work for me to bend at the neck and waist to see what was happening so I just laid back and let it happen. "Damn, who sized this? Probably mom. It's just a bit too small." "No me," said Suzy. "Man penis always look small to me." "Never mind. Have we got some ice." They got the cage on. Now safe from my cave-man instincts they released my wrists from the straps. "Do I still need to wear these?" I asked pointing to the unmentionables. "Oh yes," they said in unison smiling. Then Dr. Lotus got a call on her cell. "It's Charlie, he's outside. Charlie's my date," she said to my inquiring look. "It's a double date. Just like old fashioned TV." Indeed it was. We went to a restaurant and had burgers and a malt. Then a local shopping center was hosting a 1950's style drive in movie. They had converted a part of their huge parking lot for the purpose. They had erected a big screen at one end. Everyone lined their cars up facing the screen. You were then told to tune your radio to a certain FM station that didn't exist locally. They were broadcasting the audio via a low power antenna. Suzy and I had been in the back. We were told to switch. They commenced to make out in the back. Suzy meanwhile began taking advantage of my predicament. She regularly brushed my thigh and leaned in close. Her perfume was intoxicating and was driving me mad with lust. Ok that's an exaggeration but not too far off. After the movie Charlie needed to call it a night. I was crestfallen. It had been too short and I had not really had time to talk with Suzy. He asked to be dropped off first as he had an early morning. Dr. Lotus walked him to his door and they exchanged a passionate embrace while Suzy and I cooled our jets. When Dr. Lotus returned she got in the driver's seat and told Suzy to join her up front. "OK he's dumped, lets go have some fun!" I was pleasantly surprised as I figured the night was over. "Suzy were you ever a Lesbian?" Dr. Lotus asked. "No, well let's pretend then, I know a really fun dance bar for girls who like girls." "What about him?" "Hmmmm. Well get his socks off, roll up the pant legs to show a bit of hose and slap on a big gob of bright red lipstick and he can pass for a butch dyke or something." I actually had a pretty good time. I got to dance with each of them when they weren't dancing with each other. The big event for me was when we three were sitting at a little table, me in the middle and they decided to drunkenly kiss each other. They each put a hand on my back then leaned in to each other for the kiss right in front of my face not three inches away. Right there. All the sound and fury. But not for me. Then they parted, looked at me and began running their hands on my nipples and then down around my thighs and even fondling my caged penis. The look on my face made them laugh. When the bar closed for the night we made our way to Dr. Lotus' for a last nightcap. We spent an hour in light hearted banter. I was finally able to begin to get a feeling for Suzy. She was smarter even than I had thought. My feelings of comfort with her increased. Fun too was Dr. Lotus. She had a wicked sense of humor. Even better was that she appreciated my own eclectic humor. She jokingly warned me to keep my humor under wraps so as not to excite mobs with torches. I am usually uneasy around people who I sense may be smarter than I. But not with Dr. Lotus. What did make me uneasy was a power she struggled to keep tamed. It was only later that I was able to recognize my unease and its source, her power. At the time it was just something that added an edge of excitement to the evening. Finally the evening was declared done and they drove me home. As they stopped and waited for me to exit the car I mumbled, "Uh I guess we need to get this cage off?" They laughed. "Oh yeah, that would have been funny, you stuck at home with no access to your penis. It would kind of limit your masturbation." They laughed again at their joke. "Suzy, the key please," she asked with out-stretched hand. "No, no. You have key, yes?" "No, I got the lock and cage from you but you kept the key. He's your date so you would be the key holder." "I no have key. Maybe it still in salon. Or maybe Dr. Ming have it." "Well lets hope it's the first as mom left town today for a week. Suzy you are in charge of finding the key. I wash my hands of this, I have too much going on." "No Doctor, I have weekend off. I look forward to busy free weekend. I not go to salon until Monday soonest." Suzy looked at me and said, "You come in Tuesday morning. I look for key or call doctor." ------ Actually doubted my manliness I was horny after all the teasing. All evening I had been fantasizing about the masturbation to come when I got home. My body said sleep. The next morning there was a big smear of red on my face. It came back to me. It seemed fun at the time but now it seemed I had been made a laughing stock. All the teasing was just that, teasing. They weren't having fun with me, they were using me to have fun. I stripped off the panties and pantyhose. I took a shower. Instead of panties I searched for and found some of my old underwear. I looked at my toes. The pink color on the nails was getting worn and chipped. I rubbed at one. Not coming off without solvent. I pulled off the underwear and stood nude. Saturday morning was one of my best masturbation times. I would regularly awake with a hard-on. I would take the hard-on to the computer and pull up some porn. A shot of some gorgeous gal kneeling sucking a guys dick. I reached down and grabbed the cage, I yanked and pulled. All I got for my troubles was a bit of unsatisfiable stimulation. I wanted to cry. This was the ultimate humiliation. They weren't here yet they were still teasing me. For what? Some supposed help for some feeling in my toes. Some few seconds of faster amatuer running time? Bullshit. I was done. Finished. Time to move on. I had made the decision. I felt relieved. Yes, this was the right thing to do. I looked at my pantyhose in a heap on the floor. I shuddered in disgust. What was I doing wearing those things? What possessed me to do that? I'm a guy, a man. Not some sissy boy. Fuck this shit. Except that until Tuesday I still had a fucking cage locked penis. At work on Monday, after yet one more orgasmless day on Sunday, thank you - and I'd like to forget it - I was reminded how much I really didn't care for my job. It was a service job. Mostly I helped youngish kids be insolent. Even the older folks were at best bored and impatient. And I had to put up with it with a smile and cheery words. I was not cut out for service work. I did not possess the personality required for it. I was desperate for a job when I took it. If I could afford to I would quit today. Well, quitting the treatments would save me a bit of money. Even at their reasonable price the costs add up. Tuesday arrived. I sought out Suzy. As soon as I saw her I had to buck up my resolve. Her soft face had already begun to waiver me. She came up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. She had never done that before. "I had a good time Friday. Thanks so much for taking me out." She then reached down and unzipped my fly and reached in. She withdrew in horror. "Where your panties or hose?" Now I had to tell her. "Suzy I like you but I think I am done with the treatments. They have worked and and ..." I trailed off. I looked away from her disapproving face. There was a silent pause. She walked back to me and laid her hand on my back. "You come and sit. Relax. Not a treatment just sit in your chair. You very stressed. Just sit. Do not think, let your thoughts drain away. You troubled, I see. Close your eyes. Rest." I sat down. It was partly her soothing professional voice but beneath that I sensed some real care. I laid my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. I was glad to be able to stop trying to think of things to say. I was relieved to be able to put off having to try to convince Suzy that the right thing for me was to stop the treatments. She stepped away and returned with a hot damp cloth and placed it on my forehead. She started talking again. Her soothing voice began a small lecture. "You know many mans be unsure of their manliness. They not sure of their attractiveness to women. They insecure of themself." What was she saying? She had never spoken so abstractly before. "They think they must pretend to be a man. To put on a show of those things they think a man must have but that they feel they do not have. They afraid to feel themself exactly as they are. They afraid to take chances and do unusual things. They feel they must be exactly like mans on tv commercials or they not a man." "But you different. You confident that no matter what you do you still a man. That nothing can make you an un-man. You always man no matter what. That kind of confidence rare in many mans. That why me and Dr. Lotus like you so much." I thought back to my little "not-a-sissy-speech" at home. Yeah, she was right. You can't be a real sissy unless you are a real guy. I had willingly chosen to wear the pantyhose. I had not doubted my manliness while doing it. So what was the real reason I wanted to quit the treatments? It probably was the money. I couldn't quit that stupid job as long as money was still going out the door. But ending the treatments was just a small part of a larger problem. And did I just hear Suzy say she liked me? I took her words home. ------- Pulled me into her face On Thursday I got a real shock. I was called into my bosses office and informed that I was fired. For cause. A customer had complained. Who I had asked? We have to respect our customer's privacy. That's nuts. What's the proof, I asked? The customer knew things a customer shouldn't know about me. I had been unprofessional with them. What? What are you talking about? "Pull your pant leg up to your knee," my boss said. I was in his office with him and my supervisor. They need a witness during a firing. She was it. I started to comply and then remembered. I had returned to wearing panties and pantyhose. My face began to glow red. "Pull them up," he ordered. I should have just walked out and been done with it. I pulled up the pant leg and revealed to them that indeed I was wearing pantyhose. And inward breath was drawn by my supervisor. "So!" I said. "You can't fire me for wearing pantyhose." "It's not that. It's not for wearing pantyhose. Although if it were up to me it would be. No it's for showing it to a customer and making them uncomfortable. That's why you are being fired. Parading around ..." he stopped mid sentence. "Get your stuff and go." My supervisor escorted me out. As a parting shot she asked, "And what about your panties? What color are they. And do they have frills? Come on drop your pants. Let me see." "And if I do will you suck my dick," I shot back in anger? We were passing the ladies room at that moment and she turned to me, grabbed an arm and with shoved me into it. Her demeanor changed. "You know I actually like you. I'll miss you. You are a lousy service person but a good looking boy." She came up close to me. I was frozen in place by the sudden turn of events. It was an emotional roller coaster inside my body. Fired, embarrassed, now a borderline assault. As long as I wasn't saying no it might not be considered rape. Her hands were unfastening my pants and were now pulling at the waistband of the pantyhose. "Hmmmm, pink panties I see," she said as her hand descended to my crotch. Surprise and a broad laugh exploded from her as she grasp hold of the chastity cage. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" she asked as she began to pull down my under-garments. I was still frozen silent and emotionally helpless. I did nothing as she kneeled before me and put my caged penis in her mouth. The hot moistness of her mouth warmed my penis as it tried to harden. Her hands glided along my thighs and reached back and squeezed my butt just as she pulled me into her face. "Too bad pretty boy but it's pointless for me to go on," she said as she released my penis from her mouth and got up. "Here's one more thing to remember me by." She slapped me hard across the cheek with a stinging blow, turned and walked out. I stood there shell shocked. The door opened, a women started to enter, saw me with panty hose down around my knees, caged penis, and let out an "eeek" and quickly left. ------ Reverence At home I was depressed. Normally I could cheer myself up by masturbating. I was doubly depressed for having missed the chance of a blow job. I went to my regular appointment with Suzy. "Suze, I really have to stop the sessions now. I lost my job." I explained the whole sad tale. I left out the part in the ladies room. No purpose in relating that. Without skipping a beat she blurted out, "You work here now, ladygirl." "No, what would I do?" I asked. "I teach you everything. Hand work, foot work, painting. You do great pleasing other ladies once you get skills." "But I hate service work. I suck at it. No. It won't work. Besides it's girls work, isn't it?" "No. Sometimes boys do work. Anyway, I teach you skills and attitude. I teach you how to enjoy work. I tell you real natural. I talk to Dr. Ming when she return in a week. I know she say ok. I start teaching you now anyway." It turned out that Dr. Ming did indeed have the key. That's why I was still caged when I got fired. I had already been nearly a week in the cage. I was expecting Dr. Ming any day. But Suzy was saying another week. I've gone longer than two weeks without an orgasm before but it's rare. It's usually been when I was sick and didn't have the desire. But this had been different. I had plenty of desire. Desire as well as seduction. Between Suzy and Dr. Lotus' teasing at the beginning and my supervisors hot wet suck, I had had lots of seducement. I couldn't remember ever being more horny. Suzy got right to teaching me the skills needed to be a salon boy. The technical skills were straight forward enough. The nail painting was like doing art work. It was satisfying and sometimes fun. The body work, hand and foot massaging, was interesting. Suzy was teaching me therapeutic skills. Basic stuff to be sure, and stuff that I would not actually use in a medical sense. Yet stuff that was beginning to give me a deeper understanding of the underlying reality of the surface work that I was going to be doing. She also began teaching me some attitudinal skills. "Imagine when you work on a woman older than you that you are working on your mother," she said one day. "That way you bring to your mind a level of reverence and respect that will seep through the ordinary physical work you do. Your mind will guide your hands to transmit that reverence and respect to the ordinary muscles of your clients feet which will send that reverence to your client's mind. She will feel not only the relaxation of her foot but also will feel revered by you without realizing why. She will feel like a adulated goddess with powers far beyond what she ever imagines is possible. She does not think this. She just feels it. She will have no words for the feelings. It will just feel good. She will think it is the foot massage. But other ordinary foot massage will not feel so good." Until Dr. Ming gave the ok I could not work on real customers. So my practice was on Suzy. About a week into my basic training Dr. Lotus happened by. She asked Suzy what was going on. Suzy explained. I let her do all the talking. I was a bit embarrassed at losing my job and a bit intimidated by Dr. Lotus anyway. "Oh that's a great idea, Suzy," said Dr. Lotus. "Come here boy and do my feet." "No, call him ladygirl," winked Suzy. "Ladygirl! Here. Now," in mock command she snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet. To me the command felt very real. She sat in a chair and I kneeled on one knee and began in on doing her feet. I remembered Suzy's approach with an older woman. To be sure Dr. Lotus was only a few a years older than me, I figured, so it was hard to picture her as my mother. But on the other hand it was easy to be respectful and reverent. At the end she said, "Ok. Ok. You are off to a good start." The praise was milder than what I had hoped for. I had really thrown myself into doing her feet. After she left Suzy said, "Wow, Dr. Lotus really like your work a lot. She not say anything bad. Maybe she put in a good word with Dr. Ming." ---- Silence after her exit Dr. Ming returned after two and a half weeks. With Dr. Lotus at her side she sat stoically as Suzy pitched the idea of me working at the salon. Finally Dr. Ming turned to me. "This can only work," she said, "if you dedicate yourself to it. I am concerned that you, as you have admitted yourself, did not do well at your previous service work. The salon is all about serving. You will need to place your entire body and soul at the pleasure of your clients. You will need to become, in effect, their slave while in their presence. There can be no resistance, no complaint. Just the opposite. It must make you happy. Your pleasure, your highest desire, and the fulfillment of your own wishes must be to serve your client. "Do you see where I am going with this," she continued? "When there is no one to serve you must become depressed and morose. You must be willing to do anything, to give up everything, so as to have someone to serve. For you service must be like an addiction. The craving so strong, the fulfillment so glorious. You will do anything to get it." She paused to let her speech sink in. I understood why I had been so bad at service work before. This was taking it to a whole other level. A level I could not before understand and now I could only glimpse. The slavery part I took to being metaphorical not literal. I was excited to be trying this approach on this new job with these ideas in mind. Finally I spoke: "That's a tall order," I began, "I hope I can try to live up to those standards." Dr. Ming stood up and strode over to where I was sitting. "FUCK HOPE," she shouted to my face. She raised her hand and brought it down on my cheek full force. The slap nearly knocked me to the floor. "FUCK TRY!" She turned and left. The silence after her exit was deafening. Dr. Lotus and Suzy stared at me. I looked down. "He's got the job, yes?" Suzy asked Dr. Lotus. "Hell, yes," replied Dr. Lotus. "I've never see her so interested in a new hire. Lets all go out for a drink and celebrate." ----- Swirls Suzy said we should not bother Dr. Ming about the key right now. We should wait a bit. I was fine with that. I was excited about starting work on real clients. Suzy had said I learned fast and it made her job easier. I gently asked why I needed both the chastity cage and the pantyhose if the goal was simply to keep me from accidentally displaying a hard penis. She just looked at me askance. I dropped the topic. One day a customer caught a glance of my pantyhose above my socks. I knew something was up when she called Suzy over and they began to whisper. That evening Suzy spoke to me. One of your clients has complained about your pantyhose. I was mortified. I did not want to lose another job over them. I mean how could I if I was being made to wear them? Suzy explained that many women at the salon tended to be more comfortable with women working on them than men. I sighed. How was I to compete with the girls that worked here. Suzy explained that this customer's seeing me wearing pantyhose had made her more comfortable with me. Suzy went on to say that my complaining client had discussed what she saw with a few of the other clients. Oh god, I thought, how embarrassing. They all agreed. Their complaint was that from now on I must stop wearing socks. They wanted to see my panty hose. What the fuck, I thought. "And further," said Suzy, "you will need to wear these slacks that are slimmer and ride higher on your ankle. And one more thing, these laceless shoes that display more of your foot." I looked at the shoes. They were a pair of slightly large black leather women's flats. For the next week I was the subject of a lot of conversations. At least that was what Suzy said as many were not in English. It started out a bit embarrassing for me. But the attention and favorable looks and remarks were satisfying. It felt good to be appreciated. Even if mostly for my looks. Well, my clothes. Plus now there had been two new requests for my work. Suzy spoke to me at the beginning of the next week. "How are you doing? Are things working out for you?" "Very well," I said, "I am excited that customers like my work. It really pleases me and makes me feel good." "Excellent. In that case I would like to suggest some more changes. First I want you to continue to let your hair grow and second I want you to dye it a darker shade than it is now. Black even if you are game." "Sure," I said. "I don't care about my hair color." "Great. Then one more thing. I want you to start wearing women's blouses instead of men's shirts. We are not trying to fool anyone we are just trying to make our customers more comfortable with you. Can you become comfortable with that look?" I looked at Suzy. Her look displayed no emotional content. I had been so busy these weeks that I had not really given much thought to the depth of the affectations that I had been slowly adopting and adapting. This latest request had brought me up short. I was not only being made conscious of the requested changes but I was also asked to think and consider how I felt about them. My first reaction was sure why not? I just want to fit in here and go along and get along. Hell I probably would work naked if asked. But this was in some ways more intense than working naked. Naked was the ultimate expression of the raw unadorned self. As we clothe that self we define an identity. I was being asked to define a new identity for myself. One radically different than any I had presented to the world before. The fact that the world was this very tiny one inside of the salon helped a great deal. That further the inhabitants of this world did not overlap with any other of my worlds also helped. Still it was a significant step. A step that I took willingly if cautiously. I refused to entertain the next thought that entered my mind. That is that this was possibly only the beginning of something larger. I had invested much in my new skills and attitude training. But I had told myself that I could always step away at any time. It might mean giving up the relationship with the person who was now my dearest and closest emotional support, namely Suzy. But still we were just friends. Close friends yes, but not more. "Yes. Lets do it." Suzy kissed me full on the lips. Then slowly and lightly swirled her tongue around them. My still caged penis strained. ------ Dr. Ming's Lowliest Nail and Pedicure Salon Now the floodgates were open. One day I was wearing a tighter than normal top. On it my nipples displayed a clear definition of their presence. A customer's remark to Suzy was she needed. She took me in hand for a bra fitting. I complained that a bra store wouldn't want to be fitting a man. She just stared at me. Who are you kidding. You think you look like a man right now. For the second time in my life she pulled out a lipstick and applied it to my lips. "There. That make you feel better? Less self-conscious?" No, I thought, it didn't. To boot, I was really uncomfortable leaving the salon and going out in public. At the boutique I was surprised to learn that my breasts themselves were just big enough to warrant a bra. Fuck, I thought. What was that about? I was being fitted before I had a chance to think further about it. The bra actually made my breasts look larger. What had happened to the idea that we weren't trying to fool anyone? Wasn't I just supposed to make the customers feel more comfortable? Of course, the next week after the bra fitting I was ordered to exchange my sexy feminine slacks for skirts. "Show your pantyhose better," explained Suzy. I didn't bother to complain or resist. I also figured out that soon the skirts would give way to a dresses. Each upping of the ante brought more and better raves from my customer client fans. After each additional change there would be additional praise and warm good feeling endorphins flooding my brain. It made me happy to appear like a woman to all these real women who knew I was a man. It was a thrill for them. Having a man serve them, a man made to wear women's clothes, a man at their beck and call. It was exciting to them. I threw myself into the role. The role of personal slave. I submitted myself to their needs. The small needs within the tiny confines of Dr. Ming's lowliest nail and pedicure salon. A salon well outside the limelight of downtown. I was as happy as I had ever been in my life. I was a big fish in a small pond and I gloried in it: bra, panties, dress, lipstick and all. ------ Great Work Suzy All except for the cock cage. After several weeks when Suzy and I finally got up the nerve to speak to Dr. Ming about it she laughed. "You still in that thing? Well good. I am proud of you. Most men would have given up by now. Said to hell with it. But you - how long has it been - six, eight weeks? Well bravo I say." Suzy stifled a laugh. I stared at them both. I was crazy with horniness. Seriously this is not a joke I thought to myself. Dr. Ming softened, saw that I was suffering. "I can give you something to take with your regular herbal supplements that will dull the desire," she started and paused. She saw my crestfallen look. I wanted to be released, even if only for a little while. "No I can see that you don't want that. I am proud of you. You know that a lessening of desire also means a lessening of your tremendous effectiveness with your customers. That is the mark of a true professional. You have really taken to heart all that advice I gave you when we were first considering hiring you. You really are placing the needs of your clients before your own petty needs. You realize that your heightened libido leads you to superior service." She turned to Suzy. "Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I really had forgotten that he was caged." Turning back to me she said, "lets go a while longer. I want to see how you handle the customers at my other locations." And then back to Suzy, "Great work Suzy. I am proud of you." I looked at Suzy who was beaming, grinning ear to ear. Wait, I thought, wasn't I the one doing the great work. I caught myself. I pushed my ego back down into my brain stem. I too was happy for Suzy. I too began to think how I could turn the happiness of my horniness to better serve our clients over the next weeks. Yes, thank you Dr. Ming, I thought, thank you for keeping my ungrateful penis caged. ------ Salon #2 I was moved up from Salon number 3 to number 2. They had names but Suzy just referred to them by number. Dr. Ming had a small empire of businesses: three nail-pedicure-hair salons, a day spa, a retreat spa and a medical office. The nail etc salons were in increasingly better locations. Besides moving to a higher class of patrons with correspondingly greater expectations I was also shedding the protection I enjoyed by working with Suzy. Even more difficult for me was that I was leaving the security of not trying to fool the customers. Now it was intended that I be perceived as a woman. A not particularly pretty woman, mind you, but definitely a woman. It didn't matter if some suspected that I was really a man. What mattered was that it would be impolite to suggest that I was anything but a woman. The work was now work. Before there had been an element of adventure and there had been the camaraderie of working with Suzy. I would still occasionally see her as her work involved all of the locations. But she was no longer my immediate boss and mentor. My new boss was told nothing but that I was new and would need additional training. Here I could expect no special treatment. I was just another employee. A cover story had been concocted to explain any oddities in my manners and looks. It was suggested that I was in the U.S. without documents. I was told to speak as little as possible and to suggest that while my English was well spoken it was limited. It was suggested that I was working to pay off a debt incurred getting here. My days became routine. I spent regular time on my appearance and clothes. I applied myself to the job of convincing every customer that I was their personal slave. At the other salon the women loved looking down on a submissive man forced to play a female role. That story came with a built in degradation. Here though there was no automatic degradation. Here subtle and constant abuse was heaped on me to reinforce my position. Not just by the customers but also by my boss and my co-workers. Since I had no support community I slipped to the bottom of the pecking order. It was here, however, where I really learned my craft. At this salon I was not full time. My other time was spent learning additional skills. Some at a small college nearby. Some at Dr. Ming's medical office. IN addition I was beginning to pick up some Chinese, both speaking and writing. It was partly for the medical knowledge. The medical knowledge tended to be basic and practical in nature. Yet likely the most useful stuff for me. Things that could often be applied day to day. At college I would be learning first aid and CPR knowledge. I even took a course that covered the kinds of things first responders learn. At Dr. Ming's I was learning TCM, Traditional Chinese Medicine. I never used any of it and I didn't understand why I was having to learn it. But I was glad I was. It was a challenge and it was fun. Importantly it had become a diversion from the salon, where I was experiencing a meanness of spirit that I did not understand. At all the lessons, both at the college and Dr. Ming's I was expected to present as a woman. I was told to keep my head down and to not attract attention. I wore the plainest of dresses, sometimes even work smocks from the salon. I wore no makeup. In fact I rarely wore any even at the salon. I was told to leave my hair rough without spending a lot of time on it. For school I was told to be as unattractive as possible. The one flaw in the plan were my perfect and often spectacular fingernails. I hid them as best I could but every now and then someone, always another woman would remark. If asked where I got them done I would refer them to the number 3 salon where I no longer worked. The guys would tend to do a double take if they noticed. How can such a plain girl without money get such glamorous nails. One shy guy began taking notice of me. I ignored him. He began to ignore my ignoring. He would make short comments and seemed to not care that I never responded. Meanwhile on the other side of me a girl began to take notice of me too. I suspect it was because ignoring the guy had created its own attention. She invited me to lunch before he did. Listen, I told her, she was very nice to care about me but I really needed all the free time I had to make my life work. Why doesn't she ask the guy out. That would be the best thing for me. So to my surprise she did. And as further surprise he accepted. Immediately I and she exchanged seats so she could be next to him. I was glad when the semester was over and we all went our separate ways. The salon people I could neither ignore nor escape. Before I relate these next stories let me say that my time at Salon #2 was invaluable to me. My nearly year there honed my skills to a mastery that only time and experience can bring. That I was on my own gave me the space to focus both on myself and my work. I had no real distractions. It was all school, work, sleep. The petty meanness of my co-workers and even my boss were valuable experiences as well. They served to sharpen my focus. I used them as reminders to apply myself harder and with more attention. My reaction to taunts and tricks rankled my tormentors into ever cleverer meanness. With some there was a real hatred. Between my studies and the need to keep my maleness hidden, I came off as stand offish. Honestly, I would have needed to be more convincing as a woman to have gotten along with them. I regret that I was unable to really bond. Near the end of the almost year at Salon #2 a customer came in who I remembered from Salon #3. I tried to avoid her but the shop was too small. She did not out me. But she did request me. She immediately began in on a campaign of subtle abuse. She took great pleasure in her knowledge that I was really a man. She slyly began to try to establish whether anyone else there knew my secret. When she became confident that it was a secret she reveled in creating a game around the knowledge. She mocked me in front of others that I was ugly and rather plain. She gave me a derogatory nickname that from the Chinese translated as bucket head. The best way to improve my looks would be to place a bucket over my head. She was mildly physically abusive to me as well. Pinches, pokes, hits, and light slaps were all quite common. A couple of times she even spit on my hand as I worked on her. Finally I had enough. Even though it is not allowed I went to my boss to ask not to work with her further. My boss was furious. She grabbed me by the hand and marched me over to my tormentress. In front of her she said, "You apologize right now for asking to not work on Mrs. A_. She request you personally and this is how you repay her? Shame." I apologized in my most abject manner. "Louder so whole shop can hear," she commanded. Red with shame I complied. Mrs. A_ smiled. She was likely thinking of her next abuse. Mrs. A_ said she felt shamed. She said that she no longer felt comfortable with the stare's of the other customers who now looked on her as the woman rejected by the lowly ugly salon girl. She demanded and got a private room. She ratcheted up the abuse now that no one could see. She began to make suggestions that I service her sexually. They were couched as jokes and suggestions but we both knew where she was headed. I was now in a double bind. We were required to report sexual advances from the customers. But as I had already complained about her I felt a loss of options. But rules were rules and as long as I was going to be in trouble I guessed that at least I should be in trouble for following the rules. My boss did not jump down my throat when I reported the advances to her. She merely said something very helpful to me and sent me on my way. She said that in the future I should without hesitation and at the slightest suggestion proceed to service the customer per their desires. This came as a shock to me. She went on to say that yes of course immediately report it because in short order there would come an adjustment in the customers fee requirements. And naturally I would be getting a bonus. "Oh," and here she shifted her tone. I knew I was not going to like what I was about to hear, "and you need to prostrate yourself before her and beg forgiveness for being so dense. Understand?" I nodded. "Good. Lets see you practice with me." I knelt down before her and then proceeded to lay full on the floor at her feet. "Madam my shame is unfulfilled and I beg the stings of your tongue and hand on this undeserving slave's person. Please grant me the abuse that might begin your pleasure to administer." She left me laying on the floor. She got a chair and sat down at my head. She removed a shoe and slipped the bare foot under my mouth. I began to suck her toes. She leaned forward and pulled my dress up over and eposed my pantyied and hosed behind. She brought the shoe hard down on my ass. Repeatedly. Maybe twenty or thirty times. "And I am being nice here compared to what Mrs. A_ may choose to do to you. Now rise up on your knees. How good is your tongue?" I looked at her puzzledly. "I thought so." She then got up, undressed and sat down again in front of me with her legs spread to reveal her vagina. I was shocked again and stared. "Well come on. We don't have all day. I need to see how bad you are." I confess that my experience at giving a woman head was limited to one instance. That was just a few minutes work before we got down to the real business. My boss got down to real business immediately. This was to be work, especially on my part, but hers as well. She began giving feedback at each step along the way. "Do you know where the clitoris is? Hell do you even know what a clitoris is? On me search for a pencil stub right here." She touched herself and grabbed my hand and guided it to her clitoris. "But don't expect every woman's to be the same or in the same exact place as mine." My medical studies started coming to mind. "Now get your tongue down there and I'll be real clear when it feels good and when it needs a change. But again you can't expect this from your clients." We did this for an hour. At times she would stop me and force a pause. I assumed that she was not interested in having an orgasm with me. After an hour she said she was giving me a break and to lay again face down on the floor. She went to the washroom and after a while came back. "I have cleaned my ass but I need you to clean it as well. You will be doing work there next. I'm not sure what she will want but these two will likely cover the ones you might need some practice to pull off." I had never given what I later learned is called a "rim job". It was a new experience. Oddly, working on the vagina had not excited me. The ass work did. I felt my penis struggle in its cage. Not painfully but had I the freedom of fulfillment I would have gotten quite hard. ----- And yet, and yet, She ordered me to strip. It was my next appointment with Mrs. A_ and she had begun right in. "Now pull your panty hose off I want to see your penis you little pretender. What," she exclaimed when she saw the cage, "they still have you in that after all this time? You must be as horny as a bull in a pasture of cows." She got that one right. She had been both disappointed and delighted to see me still caged. "Oh well, I guess they don't trust the likes of me around here. Just as long as they haven't caged your tongue." Then she laughed. "Stick it out! I want to check. I wouldn't put it past them!" I knew it was a joke but I also knew I had to comply. She immediately went to work on trying to arouse me. Considering that I hated her and simply wanted to get away from her she did surprisingly well. If it were a game then I most certainly lost. The other surprise was how skillfully she used an alternation of pain and pleasure to control me. After a long time of tonguing her vagina, from a painfully awkward position, she would release and excite me with her hot mouth around my cage. I couldn't help myself. She would spank my bottom mercilessly and rather than simply stop, she would switch quickly to fondling my caged penis at the same time as she tongued my ear. I would be so relieved by the end of the pain that I could not resist being pleasured by her attempts to arouse me. And as I got aroused I would feel the pain of the