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"Good news," Dora announced with a wide grin.
"What is it, Miss Dora?" Jimmy asked cautiously. He was wearing a sports
bra that was too tight and laid flat across his chest, along with mini-
shorts that showed off the bump made by his small penis in front, and had
a rear seam that rode up between his shapely, sponge-cake-soft, bottom
cheeks. He kept his body free of hair, for the times when he wore
panties. The smooth skin now enhanced his unmanly appearance.
"That club where I got you a job called me. Because of Valentine's Day,
they have a lot of members making reservations. That means they need
extra waitstaff. So, you'll be starting right away."
"NO!" He had a panic reaction. "I won't do it. You can't make me."
Dora couldn't help thinking how much he sounded like a difficult teenage
girl. She calmly said, "Maybe you need some persuasion. That spanking
got you all excited, Kinky Jinky, so we'll have to do something else,
like I said. Remember how I mentioned leather? And straps?"
Jimmy saw the huge mistake he had just made. He held up his hands, palms
out, to suggest surrender. "I'm sorry. You don't have to do that. We
could just discuss the job at that private club, and if it's really
necessary."
She rolled her eyes. "Jinky, this isn't something to be negotiated.
This is the way it's going to be. You WILL begin working there on
Valentine's Day. And right now, you WILL get some special motivation, in
the form of... well... it'll be easier to simply show you." She paused
to let that sink in, before adding, "You don't mind if I invite Annie
over to help me, do you?"
Of course, he minded. This whole happening was very upsetting. But
resistance was futile. His narrow shoulders sagged. "Yes, Miss Dora.
I'm sorry. Thank you for making everything clear."
"I'm happy to do it. Now please mind your posture. Shoulders back and
chest out."
She phoned her friend and then took Jimmy down to the basement. He was
distressed to see that she already had several pieces of bondage
clothing, along with eyelets set into overhead beams. There was a
cabinet against the wall, behind whose doors he worried there were more
items to be used on him. It wasn't chilly down there, but he was
shivering. All too soon, Annie joined them. She wore a sleeveless top
and skintight slacks, as well as knee-high riding boots with blocky heels
and rounded toes.
"Well, Jinky," the new arrival said, "Aren't you going to thank me for
driving over here to help you with your latest lesson?"
"I..." He sure didn't feel like showing any appreciation. "... um...
err... thank you."
Her brows drew together in disapproval. She frowned. "I think you can
do better than that. For starters, why don't you, oh, I don't know...
kiss my boots?"
He hugged himself and pressed his thighs together. Did she honestly
expect him to do that? When she didn't say anything to change his
initial impression, he sank slowly to his knees in front of her. In his
new position he could smell the leather. His lips twitched. He leaned
down until his mouth was an inch from the glossy black surface. Jimmy
closed his eyes and made contact, kissing his way down from top to toe.
She snapped her fingers and pointed to the other foot. On that one he
started at the bottom and worked his way back up.
As he turned his eyes up to Annie, she said, "That wasn't so difficult,
was it?"
"No, Miss Annie."
"I'll bet you got at least a small thrill out of doing it, you little
pervert. Didn't you? Be honest."
He wasn't sure. His penis had twitched inside those tight shorts, but
that might have simply been the combination of compression and movement.
He wasn't really into all sorts of weird stuff... was he?
Jimmy told her, "Maybe. Sort of."
She chuckled. "That's no surprise. And if you like spanking and boot
worship, you might enjoy what comes next."
"If he does," Dora offered, "I don't know WHAT we'll be able to do to
discipline the sissy."
The women laughed. Annie ordered him to give her boots each a goodbye
kiss and then get up. He did, with the taste and scent of her footwear
clinging to his lower face. As if he wasn't even there, they went to the
wall-mounted rack where those threatening items of leather clothing hung.
Dora selected something that he couldn't identify and went behind him
with it.
"Let's have your arms back here," she told him.
He put them where she said and felt the cool leather encasing their
length. Soon straps were being buckled all along their length, pinning
his wrists together and drawing his elbows uncomfortably toward each
other. Soon he was helplessly caught in what Dora identified as an arm
binder. To emphasize how vulnerable he was, Annie fingered his nipples
through the thin material of his sports bra. Jimmy whimpered with need
and shifted his feet around. His breathing accelerated.
Annie reached down to caress his crotch. "Thought so. This twisted
sister's clit-dick is stiff. She is SO naughty."
Dora took another piece of equipment from its hook and held it up. There
was no mistaking what this one was. A bondage hood. She fitted it over
Jimmy's head, cutting off his eyesight. When she tightened the laces in
back and knotted them, he was shut off from the visual world. There were
holes under his nostrils and a slit over his mouth, as well as openings
to allow him to hear. She put her finger through the mouth opening and
made him suck it. Then she opened flaps that had been covering his eyes.
Her face was all he could see as she told him, "I'm going to put a collar
on you and attach a leash. When I take you for a walk, it will be an
exercise in trust and obedience. What I'm hoping you will learn is to
depend on others and not give them any backtalk. Those will be valuable
skills at your new place of employment. If that job doesn't work out,
the same people own another, even more private club, called Leather Land,
where we can send you instead. But I don't think you'd like that
alternative, despite your penchant for perversions. So, the choice is
yours, Jinky. Be a well behaved sissy, or find yourself the center of
attention for a roomful of half-naked men who wear lots of leather and
favor metal studs and big belt buckles, if you get what I mean."
"Yes, Miss Dora," he said, unable to keep a quaver out of his voice.
She tweaked both his nipples and gave them a half twist, to demonstrate
that she could do whatever she pleased to him. By extension, he
understood, so could the members at Leather Land, if he got himself sent
there. His eyeholes were again covered. Then he felt a collar being
fitted around his neck and fastened. Finally, a leash was clipped to it.
When it was given a slight tug, he cautiously took one step and then
another. Dora led him forward to the bottom of the steps. She warned
him to take his time on them. He climbed the full flight slowly and was
relieved to reach the top. Next, she led him through the house. At one
point they stopped in the kitchen and he had to kneel. His leash was
tied to the pipe under the sink and he was left there while they each
enjoyed a glass of wine. He reflexively strained at his arm bondage and
assured himself it was inescapable.
After about fifteen minutes, there was an unexpected stab of pain in his
butt cheek. He lurched forward and banged his forehead on the edge of
the open cabinet doorway. The hood protected his skin. That was
followed by a similar sensation being ignited on the other buttock. What
was he being struck with? Who was wielding whatever it was? He had no
way of knowing. His leash was untied and Dora's voice commanded him to
get up. He rose unsteadily, flinching repeatedly in fear of more
surprise strokes which, at least for the moment, didn't come. Then his
blind walk continued through the rest of the house.
Dora stopped. At least he assumed it was still her walking him. Then
Annie said, "Time to visit the backyard."
Through the mouth slit he begged, "Please, not outside. What if someone
sees me?"
Dora said, "Do you mean Mr. Weston? I think he'd get a kick out of how
you look. And he might want to get free with his hands, which would be
good for you to experience before the same thing happens at the club."
"Oh, don't make me go out there."
"Sorry, Jinky. But you're still showing that bad attitude. Which is
exactly why we have to enter the great outdoors."
Jimmy squealed and strained against his bondage as they opened the
sliding door and got him onto the patio. He felt the cement under his
feet and then grass. One of them walked ahead of him, with the leash,
while the other stayed behind, to keep flicking his bottom with whatever
was being used. He yelped and took one extra fast step each time he was
hit. Then he heard the last thing he wanted to -- a male voice.
"Who's that, Dora?" asked Mr. Weston.
"Hi, Bob," she replied, "this is my friend Annie."
He let out a hearty laugh. "Well, she's a lovely lady. But you know my
tastes, dear. So, I was more interested in that piece of fluff you have
on a leash."
"Oh," Dora said, as if belatedly understanding. "This is Jinky or, as
she prefers to be called, Kinky Jinky. He's one of those sissies who
loves being molested but pretends he doesn't."
"Really?" Bob said with obvious interest. "That sounds perfect for me.
As long as it's just, like you said, pretending. I sure wouldn't want to
play that game with a sissy who didn't want it for real."
"Oh, no," she assured him. "The more this delicate flower protests, the
more it means he's enjoying it."
"Well then, if it's okay with you, I'll be right around."
"Sure thing. I'm sure it's fine with Jinky, too."
Jimmy whimpered loudly. "Don't let that guy paw me."
"Poor baby. But Bob is good looking. Too bad you can't see him. He's
in great shape for a middle-aged man. Plus, based on everything I know
about him, he's perfect to help you get in touch with your sissy side."
"I don't want to. I'm not even sure how far I should go. If all I did
was wear panties..."
"Now, Jinky, let's not go too deep into denial."
"But, but, but..."
"Hey, Bob. I'm so glad you were home."
He responded, "Me, too. And here's a bottle of wine I'd like you to
have. In fact, you can go in and sample it now, if you'd like."
"And miss the show?"
"You can sit inside the sliding door and be comfortable. Jinky and I
wouldn't want any distractions to spoil his fun." He made a throat
clearing sound. "I mean, to keep me from hearing him telling me to
stop."
"Sure thing," Dora agreed. "I'll leave the door open a crack so we can
listen to him saying how much he hates it. And naturally, we'll holler
if you go too far."
"Oh, I insist," Bob confirmed .
Jimmy heard the women moving away and then the glass door sliding partway
closed. Bob took the leash and walked him unhurriedly around the
perimeter of the yard. Jimmy failed to suppress the wordless mewling
vocalizations that bubbled up from his throat. When they stopped, the
sissy wasn't even sure what part of the yard he was in. He heard the
leash being unclipped and tossed aside. That was when Bob's large hand
settled on Jimmy's shoulder.
"So," the man wanted to know, "are you telling me you don't want to be
touched?"
"Yes," Jimmy answered in a strained whisper.
Bob squeezed his shoulder. "Do you mean like this?" He ran his hand
down Jimmy's back. "Or this?" He cupped one bum cheek through that
close-fitting shorts. "And especially not like this?" While the first
hand stayed on Jimmy's bottom, the other covered his crotch, gingerly
massaging.
"All of those," Jimmy said with a sniffle. "I never wanted it to go this
far."
Those practiced hands roamed freely, exploring and stimulating. The
sissy wriggled around but didn't go anywhere. Bob repeatedly touched him
between the legs, reminding them both that Jimmy had gotten stiff. He
was so hard it hurt. His balls throbbed. Bob continued to visit one
erogenous zone after another. His fingers went under the sports bra,
opened the shorts, and dipped inside them. He eased the lower garment
down until it was around Jimmy's thighs, where it was tight enough to
stay. Then Bob took them for another stroll. His unwilling partner was
shamefully aware that his immature penis was exposed and the two women
could see it bobbing in front of him. Not until Jimmy was a blubbering
mass of frustrated arousal did the older man relent.
Bob gave Jimmy a hard smack on his bare ass. "I'll just tie your leash
to this sapling. The ladies will be out before too long to take you back
under their loving care." He brought his mouth close to the hood's ear
opening to add, "At least I hope they will."
Jimmy moved around enough to assure himself that he was bound as Bob had
described. All he could do was the stand where he was. Were the women
still watching him through the glass door? Or maybe they had gone off to
do something in another part of Dora's house. He had to stand there,
dwelling on all that he had been told, while he waited to be retrieved,
like a piece of property or a pet. What had been said about sending him
to a leather club was especially disturbing. He got the message that, if
he didn't succeed at the first club, they would subject him to the much
worse alternative.
At last, he heard Dora and Annie approaching, chatting and sounding
happy. They took him inside and removed the arm binder. He worked the
stiffness out of his muscles and tried to flex away the pain in his
shoulders. Then they unlaced and peeled off the hood. Dora patted him
on the cheek. Annie playfully tickled his ears.
"Well," Dora announced. "We need to get you showered and ready for your
first shift at the club."
"Right," seconded Annie. "The Pink Parrot."
The females closely supervised his shower, much to his shame. When they
took him to his room, he looked at the Bad Girl Chair with something akin
to longing. It had been mortifying to sit on the juvenile piece of
furniture, but that would be welcome now, in preference to what faced
him. They dressed him in nothing but a short, wraparound robe with a
cloth belt, pointing out that he would get his uniform as soon as he
arrived at the club. He didn't like being naked under the skimpy
garment, but with the threat of spending time among the leather devotees,
he voiced no objections. Dora and Annie dressed appropriately for a
night out, in colorful tops and stylish skirts. They bundled him into
the backseat of Annie's car and headed off. He expected the place to be
in the midst of the city, so he was surprised when they headed into the
country. It turned out that the club was even more remote than he had
expected, being located in a distinguished old mansion, outside a
historic town. There was a long access road through thick woods, that
led to a wall, with a security gate that featured a guard booth. They
were waved in by a man in shirtsleeves, rather than wearing a uniform.
He peered into the backseat and winked at Jimmy.
Annie avoided the circular drive that led to the front door, instead
following a branching lane that took her to the rear of the place. Jimmy
held the top of his robe closed with one hand, the other on its high hem,
as he was led through a door and down a corridor. That took him to a
dressing room, which was occupied by a trio of young men who were putting
on make-up and fixing their hair. They wore panties and stockings. When
he entered, all heads turned toward him.
Dora said, "Hello, everybody. I phoned ahead. This is my friend Jinky,
who's starting work here tonight. I hope you'll make her feel very
welcome. She likes to pretend she doesn't want to look girly, and that
she never likes men to touch her, but we know better. Acting reluctant
is just part of her fantasy. Please get her ready and teach her the
basics of being a good sissy, so The Pink Parrot management won't send
her to their other club."
"Leather Land?" one of the TVs said.
He looped his arm through Jimmy's and moved him to an unoccupied spot in
front of the long counter where others were already working on their
faces. When Jimmy sat down, he saw himself in the mirror, pale and
stressed.
Another member of the waitstaff said, "You ladies can go out and find a
table in the main room. We ladies will take good care of Jinky here."
When Dora and Annie departed, Jimmy got more nervous than before. The
crossdresser who had guided him to his seat, now cupped Jimmy's chin in
his hand, so he could inspect his face.
"Girl," he said, "you are a natural. Definitely more femme than butch.
Sissy genes, I suppose." He stroked Jimmy's hair. "I'm Candy Flossie.
That big girl is Southern Bella. And our little Asian geisha-type is
Anime Wong."
Bella said, "Hey there, hush puppy. Welcome to Hands-On Heaven." He had
an accent that matched his name.
"Ah so," Anime said, but then destroyed the illusion that she was a
stereotypical meek Asian by delivering a sentence laden with dirty words.
"Hope you like having a lot of grabby guys put their _______ paws all
over your _______ ass and grabbing your _________ crotch."
"So," Candy went on, "your lady friend called you Jinky. But what's your
full drag name?"
Without thinking it through, Jimmy used what he had recently been called.
"I'm Kinky Jinky."
The others nodded their approval. Bella opined, "The kinkier you are,
the better you'll do with a certain segment of our clientele. A few of
these guys have some weird desires. You're welcome to all the ones we
like to avoid."
"Oh," Jimmy said, his voice soft and feminine because he wanted to be
accepted. "I don't really like any strange stuff."
"Sure," said Sugar. "We get it. Because you're not... really... into...
any... of... that." She clearly meant that she was going along with the
idea Dora had given them, that Jimmy only acted reluctant about those
issues.
"So," Anime declared, "let's see what you've got under that _________
robe."
Jimmy got back up, his knees threatening to buckle. He didn't want to
show his nude body off to these... queens. Or princesses. Even so, with
visions of hulking males in leather jockstraps filling his mind, he shed
his single garment.
"Not bad," Sugar complimented.
"But check what's between those legs," Bella said disbelievingly. "It's
just a itty bitty, pink crawfish."
"Yeah," agreed Anime. "Let me get my _______ chopsticks, so I can give
it a close examination."
"Now girls," Sugar admonished. "Don't go after our new sister's
shortcomings. Just think how turned on some of our special clients will
be when they see that miniature version of what us three all have. And
Kinky here won't have to do as much work to hide hers as we do."
He sat Jimmy back down, naked on the seat, and got busy on his face with
a variety of products. Then he styled his full but not very long hair.
The end result made Jimmy gape at his reflection. He was even more
feminine than when Dora and Annie had given him a makeover. Sugar hadn't
stinted on flashy colors for his eyelids or the glossy red lipstick on
his mouth. Jimmy's hair was now a nest of curls, casually unfinished, as
if he had just napped, with them on a plush pillow. Then came the
uniform. He was unsettled to find that it was a minidress, with the
accent on MINI. There was a sheer panel across his chest that let his
nipples show through. The bottom was loose and extended only to
undercurves of his backside. That was followed by shiny stockings and
sequined slippers, the latter in place of the heels the others would don,
because of Jimmy's lack of practice walking in stilettos. Lastly, there
was a small drawstring bag, with the stings around his wrist, for him to
put the money he earned into.
Showing professional expertise, the other three got themselves ready in
very little time. Jimmy had no panties under his outfit, while the
others all did. They started toward a curtained exit, with him crowded
between them.
He was given several pieces of advice about how to handle drink orders.
More importantly, he was told that smiling, being flirty, and not
objecting to anything the men did, would earn him bigger tips.
Sugar's final words were, "If you collect enough tips, Kinky, you won't
get shipped off to Leather-Ville." She locked eyes with the new employee
and said, "I don't think you'd look too good in some of the full-body
bondage costumes they have there."
As they exited the dressing room, Jimmy saw the main space. It was a
shallow, wide room with a low ceiling. There was a bar along one wall
and a low stage in front. Relaxed music was playing softly, through a
quality sound system, and another sissy was dancing slowly and sinuously.
There were a dozen-and-a-half occupied tables, and an equal number
waiting to be filled. Jimmy spotted Dora and Annie near the back of the
audience. Sugar pointed him toward a table with three men at it, all of
them late middle-aged and wearing tailored jackets and pressed slacks.
Jimmy went to them and asked, in his wispiest voice, "What would you
like?"
"Well, I can see one thing I'd like right from here."
"And I'll bet there's something else nice under that dress, down low."
"Not to mention what's in the front, at the same level."
Heeding Sugar's advice, Jimmy smiled coyly. He couldn't believe this was
happening. A hand went to his exposed thigh and gave it a squeeze.
After he took that customer's order and moved on to the next, it cost him
a pat on his bare rear. While he memorized the final request, his
genitals were being fondled, skin-on-skin. He hurried away and was
barely able to stammer out the orders to the hunky bartender. When he
returned with the three drinks on a tray, the drinkers waited until the
first two were distributed. As he leaned over to set down the last of
them, a hand reached around to his back to keep him like that. The same
man's other hand went to Jimmy's chest, to toy with his nipples through
the barely-there material. The next nearest customer kneaded his tail
end. Jimmy writhed under the multiple assaults on his modesty. He
forced himself to grin.
The third member of their party summoned him nearer. When the other two
relinquished Jimmy, the young man went unsteadily to the last of them.
That one lifted the front of his dress to reveal that he had a raging --
though unwanted -- erection.
Still elevating the covering, the man said, "Show me how you like to play
with that little appetizer you've got. And tell me how much you enjoy
doing it."
Close to an emotional meltdown, but somehow holding himself together,
Jimmy got his thumb and forefinger on his undersized penis and gave it
several strokes, taking himself to new depths of shame. He moaned, half
as performance and half because he was getting himself more stimulated.
"Ohhh," he purred. "It feels so good." What else? The memory of how he
had been touched minutes ago inspired him to say, "I love playing with my
nipples while I..." Did he have to say that? His audience waited
expectantly. "... while I jerk off. While I pull my pecker."
They clapped. "Okay," one said. "That was terrific." To the others he
suggested, "Come on, gentlemen. Let's each give her something for that
tip purse."
Three tens appeared and Jimmy accepted them with a quivering hand. He
stuffed them into the bag, managed a simpering grin, and looked around
for Sugar. She pointed him toward a table where two men waited, one of
them with his hand raised. He went there, trying to move quickly while
still appearing... what?... desirable? Seductive? Oh no. He was being
taken over by the necessity to become Kinky Jinky in more than just name.
"So," said one of the pair of drinkers. "Sugar tells me you're a sick
twist. And I saw that show you were putting on for the other table. So,
you're an exhibitionist. Are you a submissive too?"
"Um... yes?"
"That's good enough." The man assumed a tough demeanor and said, "All
right, you dirty pansy. Under the table. Right now."
Jimmy would have preferred to simply take their order and flee back to
the relative safety of the bar. That could work against him. He went
down onto his stocking-clad knees and got himself under the table.
"Now," the man said in that no-nonsense tone, "kiss my cock."
His pants were still on and his fly was up. Jimmy had to hope that he
only wished to have the experience through his clothes. Inching forward,
the reluctant waitress got his chin on the seat of the chair and pushed
his head further until his mouth was against the man's still covered
tool. Jimmy could feel how large it was, even while flaccid. He nuzzled
it and pressed his puckered lips repeatedly against the target. The man
growled appreciatively and got his hands on Jimmy's head, keeping him
there. The cock grew considerably and extended into the top of one
pantleg. Jimmy planted kisses up and down its considerable length. He
gave three in a row to the bulging head. At last, the customer pushed
him away and said he could come out from under. Back on his feet, the
shaken-up sissy was given a folded twenty, which went immediately into
his purse.
He spied a signaling hand from further away. It was Dora. Jimmy put the
swish back into his walk as he made a beeline for her. Maybe she was
going to take him out of there?
"Hey, Kinky Jinky," she said cheerily. "See that table in the corner? I
talked to that guy on the way in. He had a rubber prick in front of him.
Sit in the empty chair and reach across to get it. He wants to see you
give it a blowjob with plenty of tongue and lots of spit. Keep it up
until he tells you to stop."
It would be disgusting, but he had no choice. Jimmy wanted to know,
"Will you take me back to my room, at your place, after that?"
Annie shook with silent laughter. "No way, Jinky. We're going there but
you're staying here. This place is open until the wee hours. Maybe when
they close you can get a ride from somebody... though it might cost you.
Anyway, we're going to watch your performance and then we'll leave. Make
it a good one."
"But I'm... You can't just..." His attempted protests were to no avail.
He saw how useless any more would be. So he said, "Yes, Miss Annie.
Thank you, Miss Dora. I'll try very hard to get the most tips possible."
"Fine. And at the end of the evening, be sure to split them up between
the other three servers. As a thank you for the wonderful job they did
of making you look as slutty as you're acting."
In a daze, he went to the other table. The fake schlong, long and thick
and pink, waited for him. He sat, took hold of it, brought it to his
lips, and kissed the bulbous end. His mouth opened wide. It was going
to be an unforgettable night.
*********
(There was so much demand for a second part, that I had to write one.
Happy Valentine's Day to all. Stay pretty.)
Tammi
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