Tawni's TV Chronicles

The air was warm, the room dark. She seemed to appear as if from nowhere, blinking and trembling ever so slightly, though I think it was from excitement rather than from fear. She was a magnificent creature, beautiful, naked and caught in the soft glare of the light.

"Turn slowly ," a voice from the shadows said. The timbre was that of an older gentleman she thought as she turned. The voice seemed to caress her, engulf her, command her inner soul.

"Stop," he commanded.

She stopped, facing the voice, awaiting the next order. Would it be to drop to all fours and crawl to him? Would it be to stand absolutely still as she was fitted into a skin-tight corset and thigh high leather boots? Nipple clips & chastity belt? Punishment or pleasure?

It seemed forever before the voice spoke, and when it did it startled her, "Bring me a Shemale of your own making. Bring her here tomorrow night at 10 pm. Don't disappoint me."

When she awoke it was already noon. She showered and dressed: Sheer black stockings (no panties, it wasn't allowed), high-heels, very short black leather mini which fit her like a second skin. A skin-tight sleeveless body stocking top which was see-through sheer with a black satin bra. She exposed just enough of her perfect creamy breasts to arouse but not so much as to be slutty. The pearl choker, her ruby red lips, long red fingernails, luxurious black hair and her very blue eyes completed the picture of an angel gone a slight bit wrong. A sure guy attractor.

She was going to lure a man in and turn him out a woman.

At the record store she rejected seven guys who hit on her; too macho, too stupid, too fat. At the bank she turned away another three; Clumsey, Awkward and Mr. Cool. If only they knew what would have been in store for them!

It wasn't until 3pm when she found her target: a good-looking guy who finally summoned up the courage to approach her. He was perfect. He had a face like an angel with longish brown hair. He was about 5'8" with long legs and a smooth beautiful complexion. Not too hairy, not too brawny...

He fell under her charms easily enough and introduced himself as George. They shared some small talk and a pizza before he mustered up the courage to ask her out.

George could hardly contain the excitement he felt just thinking about Heather, the beautiful woman he had met at the mall. The vision of her floated in front of him as he pulled up to her house.

He knocked on her door and it opened to reveal the most sexy, sensual woman he had ever seen. There, beckoning him in, she stood, almost posing in the doorway. She was sheathed in a body hugging short black dress, sleeveless with a plunging neckline, shoulder-length gloves, silky stockings and very sexy high-heeled shoes. Her silver earrings brushed her shoulders, accenting her long porcelain neck. Her hair was piled up on her head with wisps of it falling around her incredible face. So intensely beautiful she took his breath away. She was the vision of a modern Venus, a goddess of love.

George stepped in and she wrapped her long, lovely arms around him. She kissed him on the mouth. A long, wet, deep, passionate kiss. He felt her tongue part his lips ever so slightly, lightly darting, teasing, then leaving him standing there in a state of suspended animation.

Heather mixed drinks for them asking, "Are you ready for tonight?"

George replied, "More than ready. Heather", he paused, "I...I...I really, um, you look great. You take my breath away."

"Good", she purred as she handed him the drink, "I want nothing less."

He sipped his drink as he wandered into a larger room. She came up behind him, wrapped her luscious arms around his waist and kissed his neck. He tried to turn but she held him tightly.

She kissed him again and again deeply, passionately. She suddenly threw herself into his arms. George held her tightly returning the passion. The heat. He began to fumble with the back of her dress.

"No, no," she whispered still kissing him, "not yet."

He continued to kiss her as she lifted his hands over his head. Suddenly, click-click, he was in hand-cuffs. She backed away, an enticing smile playing on her lips. She flipped a switch. Before him, the floor slid open to reveal a large pool of creamy liquid. He was hooked to some kind of block and tackle, which was hanging from an overhead track. He turned to her with questions on his lips and she gagged him with a red ball which had a leather thong through it, and tied it behind his head

Don't be afraid", Heather purred. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to love you. This is just a game and you're it."

He looked at her with frightened blue eyes. "No, no", she mock scolded him. "This will be fun, I promise. Trust me. You'll get what you want. Just be patient and enjoy."

He sighed and blinked. Heather took off his shoes and socks. She kissed his feet. Sucked his toes. Chills ran up his spine. He was beginning to feel new feelings. They were wonderful, but ...

She removed his pants and very slowly, very gently and very mock accidentally rubbed up against his manhood as she kissed his neck and ears. He tingled with wonderment at the sensations. She stuck her tongue in his ear. He writhed as ecstasy careened through his body and goosebumps rose, making her every stroke and caress electric. "This wasn't so bad after all," he thought as he relaxed just a little bit...

And then she produced a pair of scissors. He became ridged. "Trust and enjoy", she repeated and then ripped as much of his shirt off as she could. She's always wanted to rip a shirt off some hunk! She had to cut the rest of it off... such were seams and all.

She knelled in front of him and sliced through his underwear as she licked his stomach, kissed his navel and then dropped to tease his sex with her mouth.

He moaned through the gag. A moan of total pleasure. Goosebumps and tingles. He was being washed away with the feelings, the sensation of her. She licked his small hard nipples. Lightly touched his cheeks, both face and bottom. George thought he would cum on the spot but she grabbed his dick tightly and put a stop to that.

Heather turned and walked away, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Every cell of his body was alert. She turned to look at him. He stood naked. "Now the fun begins. Are you ready?"

He did not have a clue to what she was talking about. He stared at her. She raised her hand to a wall switch, "You're ready." she pronounced, and flipped the switch

A hum began and he was suddenly dragged forward by the hand-cuffs, pulling him towards and into the pool.
As he descended into it she said, "I envy you this transformation. The first time is the best." A pause, then she added under her breath, "It was for me..."

The block and tackle pulled him to a stop in the middle of the pool. The creamy liquid came up to his neck. It felt kind of nice...until the tingling started. He looked to Heather with panicked eyes and tried to ask her what was happening through his gag.

"Hair remover," she stated flatly. "You are being made smooth as a babies bottom." She turned, "I'll be back in a few minutes," and walked away, "It won't hurt, just make you silky. And silky feels so goooood." She disappeared through the doorway, leaving only the sound her heels made on the floor and the image of her perfect silhouette.

As he stood in the pool, body tingling, George tried to free himself. The cuffs cut into his wrists. He was beginning to squirm from the sensation of the hair remover doing its job. Or was it more from what he imagined was happening to him. These and other thoughts were flooding his mind, confusing it with speculation and urgency, while his body could do nothing about it.

When Heather returned George was hanging limp, seemingly sleeping. She activated the track and he was lifted out of the pool and moved over to a tiled area with a drain. There she removed his gag and rinsed him off, revealing a beautiful, totally hairless body.

The water stirred him from his slumber. Groggily he asked, "What's are you doing to me?"

"George," she said, "You have been drugged. In your drink. Only to make you more (beat) co-operative," she assured him as she began to towel him off gently, lovingly. "We're only at the beginning of it, you know."

"Beginning?" he asked in a fog. "What?"

"The best thing to ever happen to you," she giggled in his ear. She kissed him and stoked his hairless body.

"MMmmmmmm," he sighed giving in to the wonderful sensation of skin to skin touch on his new hairless body. "How bad can it be..." and he drifted back to sleep.

"Not bad at all. In fact", she purred, "I think you'll love it more than you ever would have guessed."

Heather activated the track and George was dragged to a small mirrored room with a barber's chair, which she positioned him in, and then released him from the track. She bound his arms to the arms of the chair with wide leather straps. His fingers were fitted into special fingerless gloves which were part of the chair and his wrists were bound to the chair arms. She attached his head to the headrest with a device which held his hair firmly. Buckled his waist to the chairback with another strap and lastly tied his thighs and ankles together, then bound them to the chair with smaller leather straps. He couldn't move a muscle...even if he wanted to.

"Now to transform George's face into that of a woman's," she thought. First: Silky base, to even his color; lip liner, in a deep shade of red, to shape and accent his mouth; China red lipstick, applied with a brush; dark charcoal and deep purple eye shadow; navy eyeliner and black mascara to make his deep blue eyes even more shapely and alluring; and lastly two colors of blush to highlight his exquisite cheekbones.

Lovely! Perfectly perfect and oh so believable! Heather danced with anticipation as she put the make-up away and returned with the fingernail kit. It took a while but she had finally built and painted his new two inch fingernails, red of course, to match his lipstick.

George woke up as Heather finished his last toe-nail. He stared dumbly at the incredibly beautiful woman in the mirror. He was immediately aroused when he noticed she was strapped into a chair, "But she has no breasts." He thought.
He tried to move. He became alarmed when he realized that he couldn't even lift a finger. He struggled but to no avail.
George was still struggling when he saw two silky hands reach toward his nipples from behind him. His body went electric as Heather gently rubbed them and began playing with them.
"Heather..." he said in a slightly breathy way, "what are you doing to me?"
"Trust," she soothed. "Enjoy. Feel what I'm giving you to feel." She began to rub cream into his breasts. "Don't worry, I won't think you're strange or sick if you begin to like this."
His breasts began to tingle. The electric feel of her fingers sent shock wave after shock wave through his body. His sex hardened even more and began to throb for attention. Yes, if she wanted this then he could go along for a while.
Heather unfastened his hair from the retaining device. It fell about his face in an not altogether unattractive way. "Let's make your hair beautiful", she said, "but first..."
She gently rubbed his freshly de-haired legs from his toes to his crotch, lingering on his sex. She scooped up a drop of pre-ejaculation fluid from his penis and put it in her mouth. She scooped up another drop of this sticky sweet liquid and put it in his mouth. To his surprise, he licked it up eagerly, tasting it for the first time. Sweet, salty, disgusting...then again, if he could have one more drop...but he would never ask for it, it's just too sick.
Heather captured another drop of it as if she could read his mind. "Here you go baby. Not too bad, is it?" She put it in her own mouth and licked her lips in a manner designed to drive all men crazy with desire. And it worked. It always worked.
He opened his mouth hungrily. His tongue played over his lips in a crude impersonation of her. She laughed, scooped up another drop and let him lick it from her finger. He began to suck her finger into his mouth.
"Georgie. I had no idea!" she laughed. She continued to play with him in this manner until his nails were dry, then she put a leather collar on him, attached a leash, unfastened his ankles but not his thighs, released one hand and arm and fastened it behind his back, then the other. Finally he could rise from the chair.
"Come with me, my little Sweet Thing," she cooed. He followed without any resistance.
Fettered as he was by the strap just above his knees, he could only take small steps. "Lady like steps," Heather assured him.
"You could undo me," George said, "I'm not going to run away."
Surprised, she turned, "Do you want to?"
"No. I don't, I think."

She led him into a large walk-in closet and attached his leash to a hook in the ceiling. When the lights came on he was dazzled by the room: it was one half mirrors and one half racks of clothes. The racks went through the ceiling and were electrically driven much the same way as dry cleaners racks.
Heather walked around him in a circle, studying his shape and sizes. Finally, she went to a chest of drawers and pulled out some things: Corset, sheer black stockings.
She fastened the corset around his waist and cinched it tight, then she attached a sheath-type thing to his sex and pulled it tightly between his legs, tying it securely to the back of the corset.
He was surprised to learn that he kind of liked this and decided not to protest.
"Comfy enough?" Heather asked.
"Yes," he replied a little brethlessly.
Next she undid his arms and legs and helped him into the stockings. She fastened them to the garters dangling from the corset. So silky, so cool to the touch. And he loved the feel of them when they were on a girls legs, but on his own, it was so sensual.
He was beginning to like this, like it a lot.
Then she went to the clothes racks. She hit the buttons and it swung to life, rotating around and around until she stopped it. She pulled out a black leather mini-skirt, then a silk blouse, black and shimmery, a wide black belt with a large silver buckle and a black satin gloves.
Before he could put the blouse on she handed him a bra. He held it up and studied it for a second. It had breast forms attached to it.
"Oh, sorry. You won't be needing those," she said taking it from him.
He looked down and saw to his surprise that he had small, pert breasts developing on his chest before his eyes. "What?...."
"The breast creme I rubbed in. Quite magical, isn't it? Unfortunately it only lasts about 24 hours." She moved to him and gently stroked them.
The sensations were almost unbearable. "Oh my god!" he gasped. His sex came instantly to life, straining in its bonds. He had never felt anything like this before! It seemed that his new breasts were attached directly to his penis. Whenever she licked or touched them the intense sensations went directly there. "God! This is heaven," he thought.
"Just like a woman," Heather sang to him, snuggling close to his ear and still tantalizing his breasts. He wriggled, she laughed. "More?"
"Oh please!" he begged.
"First lets get you properly dressed," she replied.
"I would do anything for you, Heather. Anything." And then he tried to kiss her.
"Not yet my little wench. We wouldn't want to smudge your make-up, would we?"
She helped him into a bra and then the silky blouse, buttoned up only to the breasts, then the belt.
"Ah, how sexy we look, my pet. But we still need something more."
Heather went to another rack behind the door and returned with black, 4 inch high-heeled pumps and a small hand-bag. She helped him into the shoes, a perfect fit and then produced some silver bracelets, a five tiered pearl choker and a pair of long clip-on earrings.
After he put on the jewelry, Heather stepped back to survey her creation. "Good enough to eat," she pronounced. "Ready?"
George echoed, "Ready ... for what?"
"Ready for our appointment! Don't worry. You look fabulous. Every female we meet will envy you. What a body and face. You are perfect!"
"Uh, Heather. I'm not going out dressed like this."
She walked to him and began to seduce him with sensations. She purred in his ears and rubbed his new breasts. With her toe, she caressed his legs. She bombarded his senses with feelings. New feelings and new sensations, and when he thought he would lose his mind if he didn't have her this instant, she kissed him. A long deep kiss, tongue exploring, wet, passionate, mind-changing kiss. At last she stopped and said, "We have an appointment. Its for you. This is just a sample of what's in store for you tonight, my love."
And he gave in. She led him back to the make-up room to fix both their make-ups and then out to the waiting limousine. He felt very self-conscious. He felt that everyone was looking at him and seeing George instead of this beautiful woman he had become.

In the limo, Heather once again tied his ankles together and bound his hands behind his back, explaining that this would be more fun. George had given over his entire soul to Heather. Anything she asked he would do. She would protect him and introduce more wonderful new sensations to him. In his own mind, George had realized that she had him addicted. That he had become a sensation junkie. He abandoned all will to her to that end.

The limousine speed through the city. Through the night that was filled with laughing couples and wonderful women who dressed so sexily. Women who had excited him and denied him. Women who had loved him as a brother and women who had loved him as a man. It all paled compared to this new exciting adventure. An adventure that he might not want to ever end. But the night was young and George was still experiencing it, but this time with the lovely and exquisite Heather.

The limo pulled up to a large mansion. A butler opened the car door exposing George, still tied. Heather left the car and went into the house without a word. George was afraid to call out to her so he sat and waited. The butler remained standing with the car-door open, allowing the cool night air to caress Georges long shapely legs. It sent a wonderful chill of sensation through him. He wriggled which attracted the butler's attention.

"Madam," he said. George looked away from the butler's cold gaze. But he could feel his stare examining George's every curve and nuance. Could he tell? Did he see through this facade?

Suddenly George felt quite ashamed of himself and his predicament. Tied, helpless, shaved, made-up and dressed like a girl! How could he have let this happen? It felt so good but the price... way too high.

Once again Heather stood in the single pool of light, waiting to be recognized, to be given permission to speak. Her eyes glanced over the familiar paintings and status adorning the walls. Dim as they were, she recognized the familiar erotic art. She always found comfort in the shapes and palettes that had stood for all the world to see: The two lovers entwined in the age old master/slave roles, Erotica, the picture of pain and pleasure, Poganesta, the details of tortured love, and her personal favorite, Inspiration, the rising of all women to power in the home and world. So delicate the brush strokes and so powerful the tableau.

"Heather. Your creation?" the voice questioned, "Where is she?"

Heather was afraid to speak. She had never spoken directly to the Master. Yes, that first visit to his house when he had introduced her former masculine self to the world of sensations, of silk and finery and elegant comportment. The feeling, for the very first time of being clean shaved and touched. The smell of lingerie and the touch of the newly formed breasts. Oh, yes! The world of true love. She envied George this experience and at the same time she held him close in her mind as if to protect him.

"Heather!" the voice boomed her back to the now.

She hesitated and then began, "He's out in the..."

The man to which the voice from the shadows belonged clapped his hands and two well built ,tall young men stepped from the darkness around Heather, took her firmly by her arms and held her. "I thought I had trained you better than this. Take her to the hall of learning."

They turned her and took her away. Simply and quick. She knew where she was going. She had been there many times before. Fear made her quake as they went along the corridor leading to the elevator. Anticipation and excitement made her tremble. An odd mixture which she was thoroughly addicted to.

The door opened revealing a buxom blond elevator operator, chained to the wall. She was standing proudly with her hands bound behind her back, wearing only a black leather harness, collar and thigh-high boots. Her nipples stood erect and their beautiful rose color matched her luscious lips. She did not raise her eyes to meet the men, but she stole glances to Heather revealing her beautiful shaped eyes with their elaborate and artful make-up.

Under other circumstances Heather would have reached over and kissed the girl full on the lips, but she was restrained by the iron grips of her escorts. The doors closed.

At that moment, two tall, lean, women, with long Auburn hair and matching faces and make-up, wearing shiny black, skintight leather turtleneck sleeveless jumpsuits, with lots of zippers, very high heeled shapely boots, and shoulder length black gloves released George from the bonds holding him in the limo, but not the ones holding his legs or arms. The twins carried him into the house and stood him in the pool of light.

"Don't be afraid," one whispered to him, "Stop shaking." The other added, "You're quite beautiful." And then they were gone, leaving George standing alone in the pool of illumination.

George had no idea what to expect. The only thing that keep him from breaking into tears was the thought of Heather. Beautiful Heather. Where was she? His thoughts where interrupted.

"Unbind her legs. Let's have a look at the new creation"

The twins stepped back into the light and unfastened the straps from his thighs and ankles. Then they were gone once again.

"Turn slowly," the voice commanded in a silky manner. George stood still, not sure he had heard or interpreted the words correctly.

"You are new, so I will repeat myself just this once. Turn. Slowly."

George hesitated a beat, then slowly turned, displaying his charms such as they were. "Heels together my pretty ... Ah, a beautiful young woman."

`Woman'? Did the voice not know what he was, George wondered as he finished turning.

"Breasts." The voice said and one of the twins stepped up to him and opened his blouse revealing his new small mounds of pleasure. "Developing nicely I see." George flushed with color and tried to turned away. The other twin abruptly turned him back and held his arms.

"Ahhh. A bit spirited, eh? Well we shall see about that later. For now, let us proceed. Ladies, begin," the voice ordered.

The twins reached out and with one extended finger each began to stimulate George's already erect nipples. The first touches sent little shock waves of exciting fire through him. They continued lightly messaging his breasts, George trembled and writhed as the pleasure accentuated . The sensations built from small waves of pleasure into large waves of all engulfing sensation. Wave upon wave crescendoed and crashed sending George to newer heights of ecstasy. George let a moan escape his lips, then another and another. His breathing became ragged and heavy, his knees became weak. He would have fallen if the twins were not holding him up.

"Good, good," the voice seeped into Georges consciousness from afar. "Dress her and train her. Now get her out of my sight."

They took him away into the darkness. The pain in his bound arms was growing. He was too weak from the recent stimulation to fight and too tired to care, for the moment.

After what seemed an eternity, George was brought into a room where he was tethered to a ceiling beam by means of his collar/leash arrangement. One of the twins left him and turned the lights on revealing Heather tied spead-eagle and naked to a large wooden frame. Her head hung limply and she was covered with perspiration. Her back, buttocks and thighs were covered in thin red crisscrossed welts. She had been whipped!

George was suddenly very nervous. "Heather", he called out. Immediately one of the twins gaged him with a large short dildo.

"Rule one: Never speak unless you are asked a direct question," Rita, the first twin said. Without waiting for an answer she slapped him across the face.

Heather raised her head at the sound, smiled at George, a knowing and loving smile that seemed to say, "Now you will learn and love it." Then her head dropped back onto her chest.

The twins quickly stripped George's skirt & blouse from him, then Rita removed the corset saying, "24 inch. Get the 20 out."

They next put a leather harness on him that had several rings attached at various spots. The harness went around his waist and around his chest, above his new breasts. It was connected with a piece which went straight up his front, between his breasts, attaching to his collar, and from that collar down his back, between his cheeks and over his sex, holding it bound in place, crushed and invisible. A dildo was attached to the harness, which slipped up inside his rear, giving him a new full sensation. They untied his arms and retied them to the rings at his waist. Next they bound his elbows together with another strap, forcing him to thrust out his breasts. They then tied his feet, spread apart, to rings anchored in the floor.

Linda, the second twin, put her mouth very close to his cheek, licked him and whisper, "Now you are on the path to becoming a real woman..." She slapped him hard, "Now your education begins." She turned and left the room.

George looked at Rita and pleaded with his eyes. "Now, now my darling, you must be patient. There's much more to come," she said playfully.

She stepped over to Heather and kissed her full on the lips while she fondled her breasts. Heather returned the kiss with passion and deep sighs. She writhed in her bonds. Rita's hand dropped to Heathers sex and gently stroked it. Heather let out a gasp of pleasure and strained against her silken ropes, thrusting her hips back and forth futilely in the air. Rita laughed and dropped to her knees. She slowly began to touch and lick Heather's moist sex.

"Yes. Oh yes...", Heather repeated over and over, building in volume and intensity, losing herself completely, until she screamed it out in total, sublime, ecstasy. Her entire body shuddered, and shuddered again. A long, deep shutter. Finally, a loud animal moan escaped her lips.

Rita rose to her feet, leaving Heather hanging, wet and in a state of exhaustion. She turned to George and said, "Your turn will come", licked her lips, then left the room, turning the lights out as she went.

"Heather?" George tried to say through his gag. "Heather?"

"Oh, Georgie. Oh, if you only knew." She raised her head with great effort and looked at him with dreamy eyes, " Georgie, you are so... so beautiful like this. Don't you want to stay this way forever? I know what you really are, and so do you. I saw it in you in the store. You love it. You'll love it," she mumbled groggily and drifted off to sleep.

George stood in the middle of the room, tethered and tied, bound and gagged, and thought about all this. He really didn't fight the transformation too much. He really loved the breasts, the new centers of incredibly intense and powerful sensations. The tight, short skirt he had on earlier actually felt wonderful too. The way the cool silky liner hugged his hips so snugly, the way the light highlighted his hip bone and thigh, now that his sex was tucked snugly away. And the silky stockings, the hairless legs. Yes, they did look good, even to him. And the way his legs felt when they were touched. Electric! Yes, this wasn't too bad. Not even this bondage harness, snug, tight, contained, seemed wrong. Even the dildo was erotic. As a matter of fact, when he wriggled just right, it sent a deep wave of luxurious sensation through him. Maybe he could like this, maybe he could love it.

If only the guilt would go away. This feeling of wrong, of being a pervert. But, then, it was being forced on him. Against his will. For gods sake, he was dragged through a pool of Nair, drugged and forced into a dress! Now he was bound and gagged and hung from a ceiling!

George's reverie was broken by an extremely striking brunette in a Domitrix out fit: Thigh-high black, skintight, high-heeled boots, a black leather corset with straps that went between her legs and buttocks, and tight shinny black leather gloves. Her long, black hair hung over her shoulders and down her bare back. She had a black choker on and a long, stiff riding crop in her hands.

"George", she said. "You are a woman now. You must act as such and you must comport yourself in a ladylike fashion at all times."

Her voice was rich and beautiful. It reached out and caressed him. She lulled him into a trance with it.

"From now on", she continued, "you will answer to the name of Sherry. Do you understand, George?"

He nodded and she struck like lightning with her riding crop, hitting his exposed buttocks. The pain was searing and made him jump, causing the dildo to thrust deeper into his rear, which sent a wave of erotic sensations through him.

"Do you understand George?" He absolutely still. "Very good, my darling. You learn fast. Now lets see how well." She removed his gag and kissed him a long, sexy, deep kiss. Their mouths parted. He swooned and felt a great void. He wanted more. It was like a drug.

"More. Please?" he asked.

The answer came in a volley of stinging lashes with the crop. "You were not asked to speak."

She layed into him with another series of stinging blows to his backside. He cried out in pain, then bit his lip, trying to contain his groans. After a time, which seemed hours to George, she stopped.

"You are a pig," she said. "You deserve to be treated like one." She reached behind him and gave his dildo a push. A wave of sensation emanated from it, stimulating every nerve in his body. "You will do exactly as you are told". Another push, another wave. "You will not breath unless you are given permission to breath." Another push, another wave. More intense, more exciting. "You will now drop to your knees, Sherry. " Push, wave.

"Ohhhhh" he moaned.

"Now!" Push, wave, moan. And she stopped, released his collar and he fell to the floor. "OHH GOD NOOooo!" He thought. "Noooo!"

"Lick me" she commanded as she pulled his gag off. He hesitated as he tried to focus on the glistening nether hair between her lovely thighs. She whipped him again. He dove into her crotch and kissed it. He licked it. Lightly. Deep wide strokes. Lightly until it opened to his touch. She put her hands on his shoulders. He continued stroking, oh so lightly, with his tongue. She began to breath deeply. He kissed this beautiful mound of pink pleasure. Wetting his upper lip and using it to caress her clitoris as he continued his light, wide strokes of her moist sex. Tasting her, loving her. She moaned softly and pulled his head deeper into her. He wanted to reach up with his hands and feel her breasts. Share with her that fantastic sensation. Couple that feeling with the tremors he was giving her with his mouth.

"Oh, Sherry," she sighed, "Sherry", and reached down to fondle his breasts.

He picked up his speed, but not the strength of his touch, as he brought her closer to orgasm. Moan after moan escaped her lips. Her fondling of his breasts was driving him. Quicker and quicker his tongue stroked her sweet sex. Her hips began to quiver and move back and forth. He tried to stay with her. She grabbed his head more firmly and pressed it deep into her crotch, rocking her hips and moaning. He began to moan with her until she froze, jerked in spasm. Her juices flowed over him like a waterfall.

Finally she pushed him away. He could not fall because his ankles were still tied to the floor rings. She swept the hair from her face and looked at him.

"Your make-up's a mess," she said. She went to the door and pushed a button. Seconds later, a girl of 18 or so, came in. She was small, dark and very pretty. She seemed to be wearing an exercise outfit: leotard, belt, tights, leg-warmers, and the ever present choker. She had a black bag with her, out of which she pulled various make-up and re-did his face. She pulled out a small jar of creme and messaged it into his ever sensitive breasts. They tingled and again sent wave after wave of excitement directly to his crotch. He almost swooned but was brought back to the present by a sharp blow of the riding crop.

"Sherry, my dear. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He did as he was told. She put two drops of liquid on it. He immediately became woozey and passed out.