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Day 3 - Part 1 - Nancy
"Good Morning sweetie," Nancy's overly perky voice said into the nape of
Mark's neck. Mark shook his head and groaned obviously struggling to
pull his mind into focus, at least until he felt one arm rise smoothly
above his head and remain there against the desire of his muscles. The
shock of this burned away the cobwebs still clinging to the dark corners
of his brain. His eyes flew open to see Nancy's green eyes framed by
circles of red curls. She stood behind the couch above his head looking
down so she seemed upside down in Mark's view.
"What're you doin'?" Mark said pulling again on his arm his speech
slurred by sleep.
"Getting you ready?"
Following the line of his arm he saw his casted wrist still covered with
a pink spandex sleeve encircled by several circuits of white rope with
more strands disappearing behind the corner of the couch where Nancy's
hands were working. In seconds she reached for his other arm and pulled
it toward the opposite corner of the couch. She was strong and with one
of his arms already trapped he could not prevent the ropes from
encircling his wrist. "Please stop, I don't need to be tied up."
Nancy ignored his pleas and spent several minutes adjusting his arms so
he sat in the center of the couch his arms stretched wide and immobile
to either side. "Oh, I think you do," Nancy walked to the front of the
couch and Mark could now see she wore a pair of black leggings with an
oversized T-shirt which was knotted at her waist obscuring the colorful
design decorating the front. She knelt down by his feet and slid her
fingers across the pink spandex capri leggings he wore. Her hands
traveled higher tickling his stomach and chest. Then suddenly she
hooked her fingers around the waist band of the leggings and pulled them
down. Mark struck out with is feet pushing on her body but only
succeeded in adding momentum to her pull and though she fell backward
toward the television she took his leggings with her leaving him wearing
only the pink silken cami.
"Hey, stop. What are you doing?" Mark yelled now fully awake.
"Now don't whine about it, you said you were going to give up. You
can't complain about what happens now. You literally asked for it. I
told you I planned to go all-out, and that's exactly what I'm going to
do. It's not my fault if you have a failure of imagination." Nancy
stood up and tossed his leggings into a nearby easy chair.
Mark pulled at his arms but the ropes only creaked a little under the
tension. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Well first your legs are going to have to be controlled, you could've
hurt me," Nancy said.
"Stay away from me," Mark sat up straight and prepared to strike out
with his legs.
Nancy sighed. "This is foolish, just relax and this day will go much
easier."
"No, stay away," Mark said following her every move.
With a shake of her head Nancy gave the front of the couch a wide berth
and walked behind. The furniture piece was positioned out from the wall
to allow a walkway for access to a closet door. Nancy knelt down and
slid her fingers along Mark's jawline onto his neck and toyed with the
spaghetti straps of the pink cami he still wore. "Come now Mark, you
are tied to this couch and cannot leave. This doesn't have to be
unpleasant."
The delicate touch of her hands sent shivers through Mark's body, but he
had to resist the pleasurable feelings. "No, leave me alone." He
twisted the few inches his spread arms allowed resulting in only a
slight rolling of his hips as his legs flailed uselessly about.
Nancy slid her hands further down beneath the pink satin cami flicking
Mark's nipples and caressing his belly tracing delicate circles around
his navel. "Calm down, you know I won't hurt you."
In horror Mark realized her sensual touches were having an affect on his
body. Now nude from the waist down his arousal became obvious due to
her attentions. When her fingers found the hardening tip of his manhood
he sucked in a breath and froze into a rigid stillness. "There we go,
that's what I want. Just stay still. I told you this didn't have to be
unpleasant." Nancy walked around to the front and sat beside him on the
couch laying a soft hand on his thigh. She began to knead the flesh
there moving lower down his leg, over his calf, until finally placing
his foot in her lap massaging the soles of his feet. Mark sighed and
lowered his head to the back of the couch.
"You...shouldn't..." Mark gasped. "...be doing this."
"Just trying to be nice," Nancy said.
Mark felt the band of rope encircle his ankle too late to avoid Nancy's
clever misdirection. She leapt from the couch taking the end of the
rope with her. She pulled his ankle to the end of the couch forcing his
leg upward and away from his body. Now with but a single limb free
Nancy was easily able to loop another rope around his remaining ankle
and tie it to the other side of the couch leaving him with his arms and
legs spread wide. The ropes were tied over the arms of the couch
forcing his feet high off the ground and he found himself spread out in
an extremely vulnerable position. His entire lower body and buttocks
were completely exposed along with a generous amount of his lower back.
Nancy stood at the end of the couch with a mischievous smile on her face
with hands on her hips. "Well, I guess I can do whatever I want."
"What..." Mark stuttered in panic tugging on the ropes but this new
position offered even less leverage than the previous. "Let me go,
please."
"How long has it been since you had a shower?" Nancy asked.
"What? I can't shower without hands," Mark answered looking at his
still casted arms.
"Oh, of course, silly me. That's where we'll start." Nancy stepped
closer and pulled the cami over his head and with a sharp tug snapped
one of the straps allowing her to slide it down one arm to the side of
the couch leaving Mark without even that small amount of coverage it
provided.
Nancy left the room and returned with several towels which she placed on
the floor near the couch. Mark heard water running in the kitchen until
Nancy returned with a basin and a bottle of body wash. Shaking out a
towel she placed several underneath his legs and behind his back. "Don't
want to get the couch all wet." With a smile she stood in front of him
and pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a confident snap of rubber on
skin. "I'm going to enjoy this."
"Listen, I'm sorry I lied to you, please let me go. I'll give up the
silly bet and you can win. I promise." Mark's legs shook as Nancy
began to soak a towel with steaming water.
"Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that now. I can't really trust you
anymore," Nancy said as she began to slide the warm towel across his
skin paying particular attention to the crevices beneath his arms and
between his legs. Mark's muscles were rigid as he fought against
Nancy's intrusive yet delicate touch. With the first washing complete
and his skin chilled from the evaporating moisture Nancy squeezed a
healthy amount of pink soap into her hands working the viscous fluid
into a thick lather. With a smile she began between his legs running
her soapy hands back and forth between his buttocks which were locked
into a fierce contraction fighting against the spread position of his
legs. From Mark's perspective it appeared she was shoving her gloved
hand deep within him but it only passed between his body and the couch
cushion. With a predatory smile she continued to probe her fingers
between his buttocks paying careful attention to the rim of his anus.
"You can't do that, it's a violation," Mark said through clenched teeth
annoyed at his turgid manhood that swayed with every one of Nancy's
movements.
"A violation?" Nancy said sliding her soapy hands up his hard manhood.
"I'm sorry, please tell me exactly what you want me to stop doing."
Mark could barely understand the words with one of her hands continuing
the ministrations to his back side while the other began applying soap
to his erection. "Please..." Mark sucked in several breaths before
continuing. "...stop."
Nancy's hands immediately disappeared from his intimate areas and began
to apply the soap to the less exciting parts of his body. Mark sagged
into the ropes his muscles having been rigidly locked for so long they
simply lacked the strength to even hold his head erect. Nancy coated
his body with the soap and meticulously removed it with a wet towel.
"There now, you are all clean except for the few spots on your back I
couldn't reach, we'll attend to those later."
"Let me go please?" Mark said with an obvious plea in his voice.
"Oh no not yet. You're not really clean until all that pesky body hair
is removed."
Mark's eyes flashed open. "No, you can't."
Nancy smiled at the reaction. "Sorry, it's technically not a permanent
change, so your body hair goes." Mark opened his mouth to curse the red
haired demon but Nancy held up her hand silencing him. "And if you
aren't nice I'll wax your pubic hair instead of using a razor. I
promise you won't like that."
Mark bit back his retort and watched in silent fury as she plugged in a
small pot and set out several strips of cloth. Beginning at his ankles
she began to wax his legs pulling off the fine hair with every pull. It
took way longer than he expected and the constant lightning bolts of
pain began to wear him down. "Please stop, I beg of you."
Nancy ripped off a piece from his arm. "Almost done, then we'll tend to
your armpits."
"Nancy I'm sorry, please stop. I'll do anything," Mark begged.
"Too late, you already won the bet. Your aunt has to teach you to
drive, this is just bit of payback for lying to me. Besides you don't
have any boy clothes to wear, might as well make it easier to find you
some clothing around here," Nancy laughed.
"You took my suitcase, just give it back," Mark said as he watched Nancy
apply cream to his armpit.
"Lost it, sorry," Nancy laughed.
"You what!" Mark said straining uselessly.
"Sorry, can't find it. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Ok." Mark shook his head trying to keep up with her rapid topic
changes.
Nancy's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm really enjoying this."
"You enjoy shaving people?" Mark said with no small amount of
skepticism.
"No, not that exactly, but I've nearly soaked my undies I'm so turned on
by all this. Maybe it's you." Nancy smiled.
Mark lapsed into silence as he stared at Nancy's face while she licked
her lips as she watched him. "I...I'm only 16."
"You're right, wildly inappropriate to do this without your permission,"
Nancy knelt down and began to slide her hand between his legs. Her
hands were coated in shaving cream. "Do I have your permission to
continue."
Mark opened his mouth but the animalistic side of his brain clawed at
his reason and he could not speak the words. A garbled moan escaped his
lips.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that. Shall I continue with my plans?"
Nancy leaned closer and licked his ear with her tongue as she spoke.
"You want this, don't you."
"Oh god, it feels so good." Mark's eyes rolled in his head. Nancy's
warm tongue tickling his ear and her strawberry scented breath was too
much to handle.
"I'll take that as consent." Nancy then meticulously shaved away his
pubic hair keeping his mind muddled with occasional strokes to his
manhood.
His legs and arms ached from the enforced position when she finally
stood up, but more than anything he wanted her to touch him more. Nancy
smiled knowingly sliding her gloved hands across his stomach. "Almost
done."
Nancy stepped around behind and quickly shaved off his underarm hair.
"Doesn't look like you shave your face yet."
"I get a mustache every few weeks if I don't," Mark felt compelled to
say.
"Ah, I see. Well, I'm almost ready to release you. I just have to
attach the obedience guarantee."
"Obedience guarantee? What's that?" Mark asked.
"You'll see." Nancy disappeared from his view and returned from the
kitchen holding a zip lock containing ice and water. In her other hand
was a small bag which she sat out of sight at the foot of the couch.
Kneeling down she wrapped the bag of ice water around his now softening
genitals.
"Shit, shit," Mark hissed. "That's cold, stop."
"Sorry, it's necessary."
The seconds flowed by like molasses as Mark ground his teeth against the
pain. Nancy finally removed the bag of ice and he could barely feel the
flesh between his legs. She then pulled a stainless steel ring from the
bag on the floor and easily pulled the his genitals through the ring.
Working quickly a second device was then attached to the ring trapping
his penis in a shiny steel tube. She turned a key in a recessed keyhole
along the joint where the ring connected to the tube. "There we go all
done."
"What is that?" It wasn't uncomfortable at this point but the tube
which contained his penis would obviously never allow an erection.
"A chastity device, or as I call it, an obedience guarantee. I'm going
to go stash this key, then I'll be back to untie you from the couch."
Nancy left leaving him to observe the device. The keyhole was invisible
from this perspective but the heavy steel would take some getting used
to.
Nancy returned moments later. "I think you need a demonstration of the
power of my obedience guarantee," Nancy said as she pulled off her T-
shirt to reveal a black sports bra pulled tight across her chest along
with a generous cleavage. She did not stop there and removed the bra
allowing her large breasts to swing free. Still not content she began
to massage them while watching him, sliding the nipples between her
still gloved fingers.
For Mark the shock lasted only a moment quickly turning to teenage
excitement at the sight of Nancy's gorgeous breasts. A twinge from his
crotch however halted this reaction and he looked away from Nancy's show
to his crotch as continued sharp pains began to radiate outward. His
eyes darted back and forth between Nancy's movements to his trapped
penis and realized the awful truth as the pain reached a point where it
destroyed his arousal. "Oh god, no."
Nancy knelt down between his legs. "Exactly, if you want me to take
that off, you will do exactly as your Aunt Tracy and I say. Do you
understand?"
The pain was subsiding as his erection shrank beneath the onslaught.
The sight of a topless Nancy kneeling between his legs and her body
inches away returned the arousal and the cycle began again. "Please
take it off, I'll obey. Anything you say. I promise."
"I know you will," Nancy smiled pulling her bra and T-shirt back on.
"Take it off," Mark yelled.
"No, not today. And for every second you yell at me I'll extend the
time," Nancy ordered.
Mark reigned in his anger. "Please Nancy, I'll do anything."
"Just imagine how much more willing you'll be tomorrow." Nancy smiled.
"I'll go to the cops," Mark said.
"Please do, I'd love to hear that conversation. Of course, they don't
have the key so you'd be mighty embarrassed and still stuck."
"Aunt Tracy will free my hands and then I'll cut it off."
"You can try, but medical steel is tough and you'd need power tools to
make a dent. Of course, if something goes wrong your temporary
disability could become permanent. Better to find a locksmith, if
you're that desperate. However, I would like to offer you an
alternative."
"I'm listening," Mark said with genuine eagerness.
Nancy pointed at his crotch. "I remind you also that even if you get
Tracy to free your hands you don't have any clothes so you'll have to
make the trip to a locksmith in female attire and expose your shaved
body to get it off."
"I'll do what I have to do," Mark responded.
"That's your choice, but if you behave and do as you're told. I'll
personally release you and make the discomfort worth your while."
Mark's eyes bugged. "What? I'm sixteen, you can't do that. It's
illegal."
Nancy rolled her eyes. "I won't have sex with you, but there are things
your young mind can't imagine. And besides, you're stuck anyway unless
Tracy releases your hands. You can't go anywhere until you convince her
to do that much."
"So what's the offer? I don't have much choice at this point."
"My offer is eventual release, without the embarrassment of a locksmith
if you do as I tell you. No complaints, well at least no prolonged
resistance, I don't expect you to be happy."
"We'll see, maybe it won't be so bad," Mark said trying to extract a
small modicum of control.
Nancy shrugged and took off her shirt. "Ok, maybe you're right."
Mark groaned as Nancy laughed.
"Let me get you untied," Nancy said making no move to replace her T-
shirt. Lucky for Mark she kept her sports bra in place. She quickly
released his arms and pulled the naked teenager to his feet. "Walk
around and get the blood flowing again before we continue."
"Continue?" Mark said while trying to adjust to the added weight hanging
from his crotch. He wanted a pair of pants but figured he need not ask
for the impossible.
"Oh yes there's more."
Nancy cleaned up the living room while Mark walked around, he was pretty
stiff from the enforced position. He was walking down the hall when a
soft hand rubbed across his shoulders. Mark jumped and turned around to
see Nancy. "I guess we don't need to worry about the hair on your back.
It's really smooth."
Mark made no response.
"Follow me, it's time to get you dressed," Nancy said as she walked into
Aunt Tracy's bedroom.
"Finally," Mark answered.
Nancy laughed. "Yes, I've been waiting all day to see you dressed."
Mark stopped on the threshold. Nancy held a brilliant white garment he
did not recognize. "Oh no."
"Oh yes. I can tell you're wondering how far you'd get if you started
running away."
Mark's eyes snapped away from the garment to Nancy's eyes wondering if
she could read minds.
"If you want that thing off anytime soon, you'll wear whatever I want."
Mark sighed heavily, winced at the twitch in his crotch, and stepped
into the room. Nancy unfastened some closures on the front of the
garment and wrapped it around his waist. "This is a corset, though more
decorative than slimming. It will be tight, just not crushing."
Mark looked down over the rigid garment of white satin which started
just below his nipples the scalloped upper edge rising high toward his
sternum and descending lower as it passed under his arms. As Nancy
tightened the laces the garment conformed to his body and pulled in over
his hips creating a V-shape that seemed to point at his steel-covered
crotch.
"No need for something to cover your breasts, since you don't have any,"
Nancy smiled as she slid her hands over his stomach and hips and made
adjustments. "So sexy." Her hands found his buttocks and began to
slide around.
"Please don't," Mark said wincing at the pain in his crotch.
"Oh sorry, I'm just a bit turned on right now. This is more fun than
I've had in years," Nancy said.
"You're welcome?"
Nancy laughed and kissed him on the lips. "Yes, thank you very much."
Again Mark winced as her full lips contacted his own. "Nancy please."
"Sorry, let's finish you up," Nancy pulled out a small package wrapped
in cellophane and withdrew two lengths of shimmering white nylon.
"What are those?" Mark asked.
"Stockings of course," Nancy said helping Mark to sit on the bed before
kneeling down at his feet and carefully sliding the stretchy nylon up
his smooth legs. When they reached the middle of his thighs she
attached two elastic garters connecting the stockings to the bottom edge
of the corset. Mark winced through the entire process as the smooth
nylon seemed to ignite his skin in a way that aroused him constantly.
The second stocking was no better.
"Almost done," Nancy slid a box from beneath the bed and pulled out a
pair of white heels.
"Oh no, I can't wear those. I'll fall down."
"These aren't that high, three and a half inches at most," Nancy argued.
"Now give me your foot."
Mark was beaten and Nancy slipped each shoe on his feet and fastened the
strap that crossed across the top of his foot and buckled around his
ankle. There would be no way to kick off the shoes.
"Let me help you walk a bit before you give it a go on your own," Nancy
said.
"Finish with the clothes first," Mark said.
"Finish, that's it, we're done, except I'm going to swap out your hot
pink arm covers for some matching white ones."
"What? I'm not even wearing underwear," Mark argued.
"Well you are sort of, maybe halfway," Nancy smiled.
"Please, let me wear something else, a dress, anything," Mark said.
"Sorry, you wore a dress yesterday and you didn't seem to mind. So this
is all you get unless Aunt Tracy takes pity on you. Now start walking."
Mark took a single step and Nancy interrupted. "Smaller steps, you'll
fall for sure with a stride like that."
Mark took a smaller step moving toward the door. "Better, but still
smaller, if you can't manage it I'll bind your ankles."
Mark took much smaller steps never letting one foot move farther than
the length of the other and made his way slowly to the door. Nancy
caught him moments later as he walked passed the couch. "Here let's get
those pink arm covers off." Nancy stripped off the pink ones only to
replace them with white spandex that sparkled in the afternoon light.
She sat down on the couch and looked him over. "I've been planning this
all last night, and I say you turned out even better than I thought.
Walk back and forth in front of me."
Mark sighed and did as he was told. His toes hurt before Nancy stopped
him. "A little makeup and a hair style and I'll be done for the day. I
wonder what Aunt Tracy will think of you."
Nancy allowed him to sit on a chair in the kitchen which was a great
relief, his feet were beginning to hurt so much they actually competed
with the pain in his crotch for a distraction. Now with Nancy hovering
over him applying makeup with her deep cleavage so near his face he was
squirming through the cycle of pain and relief as his teenage body tried
to overcome the restriction of the chastity. The pain would break his
arousal and then Nancy would move and her breasts held tightly within
the tight confines of the sports bra would wobble and it would start all
over. Mark was panting by the time Nancy disappeared behind him to work
on his hair.
"Oh how I wish your hair was longer."
Mark rolled his eyes and waited as she pulled and teased his short hair
somehow adding in a long white ribbon in the process which tickled the
nape of his neck. "There now, much nicer. Take another walk for me.
Feel free to walk past the mirror in your aunt's bathroom."
Mark moved in that direction obviously curious as to how odd he must
look.
"Small steps remember," Nancy yelled.
Mark immediately shortened his stride afraid of what she would do if he
refused. The tug of the nylons and compression of the corset as he
teetered down the hall on unsteady feet sent waves of foreign sensation
throughout his body that always ended in one constant fact, a pain in
the crotch. He entered the bathroom with an annoying click of heels and
looked into the mirror. A young girl looked back, at least a young girl
with something shiny dangling between her legs. The corset and nylons
seemed to frame his naked midsection as if attempting to highlight how
the silver metal clashed with his feminine body.
Since Mark had been looking down at his body all day it was less of a
surprise than his hair and face. Nancy used a white ribbon to create a
faux ponytail with several braids of Mark's too-short hair to hold it in
place. His cheeks appeared soft and flawless, not at all what he was
used to when looking in the mirror. Taking a step closer he tried to
see where the makeup started and his real skin began but gave up after a
few seconds. "How much of that is me?" Mark whispered into the mirror.
"Good question," Nancy answered from behind him.
Mark spun around to see her leaning against the threshold of the
bathroom door with her arms crossed under her breasts.
"I'd say more than a little. You look so sexy I am having trouble
keeping my hands off you."
"You're attracted to women?" Mark asked.
"I'm attracted to anything pretty," Nancy said. "Damn, I'm so glad you
lied to me yesterday. It would have been a shame to miss this."
Mark blushed and impossible to hide in the white lingerie. Nancy's foot
slipped and she slid to the ground. "Oh my god!"
Mark turned to see Nancy sitting on the ground with her mouth open and
eyes wide. "What's wrong?"
"You just blushed, it was so adorable, like a white rose," Nancy
answered.
Mark felt the heat rise and he carefully stepped passed Nancy who
stopped him with a hand on his nylon-covered leg. She slowly caressed
his thighs. "Please don't, that hurts."
Nancy sighed and let go of his leg. "So pretty."
Mark walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. Nancy
followed a few short minutes later. "I'm suddenly glad you're in
chastity. Your so pretty I'd be tempted to have you right here, and
that would be wrong, you're much too young."
Mark took a few moment to admire Nancy's figure and the teasing smile on
her lips. He ignored the pain in his loins and stared at her with
undisguised desire. She returned the look her green eyes blazing in
response to the unspoken challenge. Mark was the first to look away,
unable to compete with such a wanton display of desire.
"Well I have to go, is there anything you need?" Nancy sighed standing
to her feet.
"A glass of water with a straw in it and the bathroom door left open."
Nancy smiled. "I suppose you won't be going anywhere since you can't
open doors."
"As if I would looking like this."
Nancy placed the glass of water on the coffee table and grabbed her
things. "Just remember, if you want any relief for your friend down
below you do whatever Aunt Tracy wants. If she asks you what you want,
just tell her I told you not to answer."
"Wait a minute, I can't tell her what I want?" Mark said with obvious
surprise in his voice.
"No, not unless you want to remain in chastity for a lot longer."
"What if she asks what I want for dinner?" Mark asked.
"Tell her the truth, if you ever want free of that device you can't
answer the question." Nancy nodded once turned and left.
Mark watched her go and worried. Not being able to tell his Aunt what
he wanted could go wrong really fast.
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