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One of my favorites, sadly very much unfinished, in fact, little more than

the intro to a very promising story. JB, if you're out there, finish this

one, OK?

OPEN WIDE

BY JOHN B

PART I

I remember the first time that I met Shannon. She's the type of

woman who makes a definite first impression. And I remember, clearly

and in remarkable detail, every second that I've spent with her since.

After all I've been through, who could ever forget?

It all started with a toothache. At first it was just a

occasional twinge of pain during happy hour one Friday night. With

the help of the alcohol, I tried to ignore it. It's not that I'm

totally afraid of going to the dentist or anything. It's just that

it's not one of my favorite things to do. There's something about the

smell and all the strange equipment and things being stuck in my

mouth. And the fact that I've got to just lie there and let the

people do whatever they want to me. It all gives me an uneasy

feeling.

Actually, 'uneasy' doesn't fully describe it. There's part of it

that is, in strange way, a turn-on. I don't know why, but I've always

been aroused by the feeling of helplessness. Other than the

occasional jerk-off fantasy, I've never really explored this side of

my personality. Freud would probably have a picnic with all this.

Anyway, by Monday I was in agony. It felt that my jaw was about

to explode. I hadn't been to dentist in years and didn't know where

to go. A friend suggested his dentist and even arranged an emergency

appointment for me. That's how I ending up in Dr. Squires' office.

And how I met Shannon.

Dr. Squires' office is located in one of those small enclosed

shopping malls located on the outskirts of a larger regional shopping

center. It's in a small space tucked into a corner not far from the

mall entrance. I arrived early that Monday afternoon; eager for

relief from my suffering. As is usually the case, I was forced to sit

and the waiting room for a time with only the outdated magazines to

take my mind off my pain. I was disinterestedly leafing through an

old Popular Mechanics when I heard my name called. I looked up to see

a very attractive woman.

As she led me to the examining room, Shannon introduced herself as

Dr. Squires' dental assistant. As we walked down the hall I was

surprised at how tall she was. Even though she was in low-heeled

dress shoes she was about my 5'10" height. In her white lab coat and

slacks, it was hard to tell much about her slender form; other than

that it was nicely rounded. I was particularly curious about her long

legs and tight ass. (I'm a leg man from way back.)

She had a very attractive face with high cheekbones and full lips.

I was especially taken by her eyes. They were the richest and deepest

blue that I could imagine. Shannon is a very direct person; making a

lot of eye contact. And those cobalt blue pools seemed like magnets.

She wore her long blonde hair pinned up in a large, very business-like

bun.

Dr. Squires took care of the toothache. Because he did a good job

and because of Shannon I decided to have other long-neglected work

done on my teeth. My visits were, for the most part, painless; Dr.

Squires was most efficient and did good work. And being around

Shannon help ease my dental anxiety and even had me looking forward to

the next appointment.

I would lay there, watching her work. Her deep contralto voice

was heaven to my ears. I admired her long polished nails and full

shiny lips. I imagined want promise lay beneath her office garb.

Sometimes I would close my eyes and fantasize wildly about her. I had

to be careful about this; I soon would develop a raging erection. I

think she knew this; a couple of times I caught Shannon staring at my

groin. One time I had to interrupt the dental work to excuse myself

to 'go to the bathroom'. I did; and beat-off like a teenager.

Shannon always had a generous smile and was quite the flirt.

Tease might be a better word. Maybe it was my imagination but many of

her remarks seemed to have a double meaning to them. And when I would

look at her carefully to determine her real meaning, I ran into a

stone wall. At first I wrote this off as professionalism. Yet there

was something very cool, almost hard, about her. I never was able to

flirt back. That was rather unusual for me. I'm a pretty good-

looking guy and keep my body solid with frequent workouts. While I'm

no romeo, I do pretty good with women. But Shannon's directness and

self-assurance, combined with her smoldering sexuality, left me unable

to approach her. My first feeble attempts at conversation ending with

my voice trailing off in a mumble. She made me feel like a high

schooler, trying to get the courage to ask the prettiest cheerleader

for a date. So I was reduced to letting her remarks go largely

unanswered. I don't know what it was, the powerful hold she had over

me. Something that excited me and made me uneasy at the same time.

Something in

her eyes.

One day, after several appointments, Shannon called me at my

office. "We've been looking over your x-rays," she began, "and it

looks like you've got a real troublesome tooth that going to need some

extensive work. Maybe even a root canal; although we hope to avoid

it." I winced slightly. "We'd like to schedule you for the last

appointment of the day," she continued, "so that we can get all of the

work done in one session." That was fine with me. As much as I

lusted after Shannon, I still wasn't wild about sitting in that chair

more often then necessary. And the end of the

certainly fit best in my schedule. We made the appointment for Friday

of that week. "If your real good and behave yourself," Shannon teased

before she hung up, "I give you a treat." After waiting just long

enough for my imagination to fire and my cock to begin swelling, she

finished, "I've got a nice lollipop for you to suck on."

I arrived at Dr. Squires' office a few minutes before the 5:00

appointment. It had been a long and tiring week and I had considered

cancelling out. But since I didn't have other plans, I decided to go

ahead. Who knows, I thought, maybe I'll get up enough nerve to ask

Shannon out for a drink after we're done. I didn't really think this

was likely but a guy's got a right to fantasize.

When I walked in, the receptionist already had her coat on and was

ready to leave. I checked-in, then took a seat in the empty waiting

room. After a few minutes Shannon appeared. "Hi there," she greeted

me with her usual smile, "All set for a fun time?" "I've been looking

forward to it," I replied lamely. "Since we're going to be working

for quite a while Dr. Squires has suggested a tranquillizer to help

you relax," she continued. "Seems like a good way to start the

weekend," I answered; trying vainly to sound witty. Silently I cursed

myself for my lack of imagination in

responding. Shannon handed me a small paper cup; her warm hand

lingering for a long moment on mine. All the pick-up lines that I had

mentally rehearsed slipped away. Why even bother?, I thought. "Just

some Valium," she explained, "They'll make you feel good." I washed

them down at the water fountain. Then I followed her down the hall.

OPEN WIDE

BY JOHN B

PART II

We entered a small room at the end of the hall. In its center was

a large dental chair; surrounded by the usual menacing paraphernalia.

"Hop into the saddle," Shannon said with a mischievous grin as she

patted the vinyl cushion of the chair. "You're in for quite a ride

today," she added with a sly wink. Against my will, I felt my face

blush slightly. Hoping to avoid her noticing this development, I

turned to hang my suit coat behind the door. I silently cursed the

erotic effect she had on me. Feeling my cock beginning to swell in my

crotch, I slid quickly into the chair. I was unsuccessful. Her gaze

fixed steadily on my groin as she worked the controls that tilted the

chair backward. Against my will, my cock continued its expansion as

the chair now moved upward. "That's about right," Shannon noted as

she flicked off the control. Her grin was now a broad smile.

Shannon closed the door and busied herself preparing and turning

on the equipment, I felt the first warm glow of the Valium wash over

me. I took the opportunity to admire her form. The open front of her

lab coat provided a glimpse of her silken blouse stretched tight

across her firm breasts. She bent to rummage in a cabinet along the

wall, her lab coat riding up. Her loose-fitting white uniform slacks

stretched tight; outlining for my view the well-rounded curves of her

ass. I followed the line of those long legs downward; imagining their

appearance. When my eyes moved back upward they were met by hers.

"You've been a bad boy and now you'll have to pay for it," she said

motioning with her head toward the x-rays clipped to the light panel

on the wall. She continued her bold stare into my eyes. "But if you

behave," she added giving my knee a squeeze, "I'll try not to make it

too bad for you." Her voice had more an edge of seriousness than

teasing in it. I felt a shiver of excitement and fear run through me.

Shannon swung the tray of instruments over the right arm of the

chair and adjusted the position of the spit sink on my left. She

flicked on the overhead light. "The doctor is busy in the other

examining room with an emergency abscess so I'll have to prep you. I

hope you don't mind." Of course I didn't. But looking up at those

full shiny lips smiling down at me I found myself only able to mumble

a weak 'OK'. "That's good," she said stepping behind me. She slipped

the paper bib around me. The touch of her warm hands on my neck as

she clipped it into place was heavenly. When she followed this by an

elaborate smoothing of the stiff paper across my chest my nipples

began to stiffen.

"OK... spread 'em," Shannon ordered; tapping a long tapered

fingernail under my chin. Obeying, I felt beads of sweat forming as

she probed around my mouth with a dental mirror. She stepped away to

study the x-rays again. "Yeah, this is real-l-l-y going to be an

experience you won't forget," she announced with a low whistle.

"We're in a tight spot and we're going to have to go in deep."

Reflexively, my mouth snapped shut and I gulped. "Don't worry," she

continued, "we'll numb things as best we can."

"First a little topical anesthetic." She dabbed some foul tasting

liquid on my gums. "Now to 'freeze' things." She held up a metal

syringe of novocaine. The bright light glinted off the stainless

steel. My eyes followed her long polished nails in horror and

fascination as they caressed the sharp needle point with a cotton ball

soaked in alcohol. "Now relax and you won't get hurt," she purred

patting my hand. Under the influence of her soothing voice and the

increasing effects of the Valium I began to relax. Except for my

cock. It now had hardened to nearly its full size. I no longer

cared. In fact I shifted slightly in the chair to give it more room

in my tight slacks.

This last movement wasn't lost on Shannon. "That's a good little

boy," she murmured; casually running her hand across my thigh. "The

area we'll be working is a little tricky," she said leaning over me,

"there's a lot of nerves that we'll have to be sure to deaden."

Holding my mouth open with one hand, she injected the novocaine in a

number of spots throughout my mouth. "Now that wasn't to bad was it,"

she announced as she finished. I had to admit that, other than the

minor pricks and the spreading cold sensation, she had done an

excellent job. She rinsed my mouth and I leaned over to spit. "Here,

let me help," she offered; swinging the sink closer to me.

I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. I felt more

relaxed now that was over with. In fact I rather enjoyed the warm,

spacey feeling I was now experiencing from the Valium. A smile spread

itself across my numbing face. My mind began to wander. I was in the

midst of a wild fantasy involving Shannon when her voice brought me

back to the present. "We've got to put in some 'hardware' to hold

your mouth open and isolate the tooth we'll be working on. You'll

have to breathe through your nose but, other than that, it shouldn't

be uncomfortable." Seeing my silly grin, she added, "I don't think

you'll mind a bit." My head now seemed to be filling with cotton

candy. I could only grin even broader in response.

Shannon set to work with a variety of metal and rubber appliances.

I lay there passively; fascinated by the way the tip of her pink

tongue darted about the corners of her moist lips as she concentrated

on her task. I wondered what it would be like to have it dart about

my mouth... or on other parts of my anatomy.

"There. All done," she announced with some satisfaction." Coming

back to the present, I tested her work. Because of the numbness of my

mouth I was unsure of exactly what she had done. I tried to close my

mouth and found that it was held rigidly open by some sort of

apparatus. Saliva began to pool in the corners of my mouth and I

attempted to sweep in away with my tongue and found that it was

somehow restrained against the bottom of my mouth. I started to

panic, feeling like I was choking and couldn't breathe.

I jerked upright. "There, there, just take it easy," Shannon

cautioned; gently yet firmly pushing me back into the chair. She

quickly slipped a suction hose over my lower jaw as I began to gasp

for breath.

Now just relax and breathe through your nose," she comforted as

she leaned over me. She gently caressed my cheek with her hand.

"Take it real easy... Breathe slowly... Steady... steady...," she

comforted me. My hyperventilating began to subside. "That's it,

That's my boy," she encouraged. My gasping gradually slowed to the

tempo of her hand rubbing my cheek. As my breathing returned to

normal I became aware of another caress. Her other hand lay on my leg;

making the same circular motions on my upper thigh. Forward and back

it moved; each time stopping just short of the now prominent bulge in

my crotch before retreating again. My breathing became deeper and

more rhythmic as my panic turned to lust. I arched my hips upward in

an attempt to heighten her fondling.

Suddenly, Shannon withdrew her hand. "I think you're doing better

now," she observed with a smile in her voice, "In fact, you're doing

much better now." She turned off the overhead light and stepped away.

A low moan escaped my throat as my cock twitched in frustration.

"We're going to be drilling at a real awkward angle," she mused as she

again studied the x-rays, "If you jerk your head like that I'm afraid

we might damage a nerve." She disappeared behind me for a moment.

"This won't hurt. It's just to help keep your head steady," she

cautioned as she pulled a wide strap across my forehead. Thickly

padded, it held my head snugly to the headrest of the chair.

Now unable to lift my head; I could only follow Shannon's sounds

as she moved about the room. I heard her humming softly as she opened

drawers and cabinets. Dreamily, my thoughts began to drift again. I

was now quite high. My body seemed tingly and my muscles soft and

spongy. I felt pleasantly warm all over. I was more acutely aware

then ever of the straining hardness of my cock. Trying to judge where

Shannon was, I thought of inching my hand towards my crotch in an

attempt at relief...

Suddenly Shannon's face loomed over mine. "How're we doing here?"

she asked cheerfully. "We're just about to start the fun." she added

with a wink. She disappeared from view again. "Oh yeah, one more

thing," I heard her muse to herself somewhere off to my side. Next I

felt something tightening around my left wrist. I tried to pull my

hand away and found it was strapped to the arm of the chair.

Startled, I went to free it with my other hand. But my right arm was

blocked by the instrument tray that hung over that side of the chair.

As I struggled to move it, Shannon moved around to that side and

quickly secured it in place.

Panic now flooded my brain. I tugged and pulled with my arms. I

tried to sit up in the chair. No matter how I twisted and turned the

straps held firm. With the only freedom I had, I bucked and jerked

with my lower body. Even this movement proved short-lived. Shannon's

hands grabbed on my ankles. In my drugged condition my resistance was

weak. With only a minimal effort she strapped them to the sides of

the chair. My legs were held spread apart; my bulging cock left

defenseless.

I continued my struggles for a few moments more. My efforts

succeeded only in making my impaired breathing more difficult.

Finally I lay still; fighting to stem my gasping by breathing through

my nose. When I had calmed down somewhat, I heard Shannon from

somewhere near my feet. "Now we are ready for the fun. My kind of

fun." I felt her hand slide slowly up my inner leg as her voice

neared. "I've got you where I wanted you and I can do

whatever I want."

A cold wave of fear swept through my heart. I began to pulled at

the straps again. "Go ahead, fight all you want. I like to see

helpless little boys struggle," she taunted. "But such disobedience

means you might suffer needlessly." There was a soft click and the

suction tube hanging from my jaw went suddenly silent. As I squirmed

my saliva began to again fill the bottom of my mouth. I tried

desperately to swallow but all the hardware in

my mouth made it all but impossible. A choking sensation rose slowly

in my throat. Fighting not to panic, I forced myself to lay as still

as possible. "That's better," Shannon rewarded as the suction hose

came back to life. "Do things MY way and they won't be so bad. In

fact I might allow you some enjoyment." Boldly fondling my engorged

cock and balls she observed, "It looks like you're enjoying this

already.

The feel of her hand on my manhood was exquisite. In the rush of

events I had forgotten how very aroused I was. Shannon unbuckled my

pants and slid down the zipper ever so slowly. With equal

deliberation my pants were pulled down past my knees. "Now shall we

see what your so proud of ?" she teased. The tips of her long nails

skimmed lightly over the thin material of my stretch briefs. She

gently traced the contours of my genitals. My entire body tensed as I

focused on the faint yet so intense stimulation. My hips rose in an

attempt to meet her caress.

Suddenly her hand withdrew; leaving my midsection arched in

midair. "But you won't be needing these," she remarked casually. My

torso snapped back at the touch of cold steel on my inner thigh. I

froze in terror as my shorts were snipped into shreds. Released, my

cock sprung upright; the shock of the cool air of the room adding to

my arousal. My breathing grew heavier as I again tried to free my

limbs.

Shannon's face appeared above mine. Her smile was now a sinister

leer that sent a new shiver down my spine. "I've got to leave you for

a little while. I hope you won't run off," she announced with a

laugh. She disappeared from my view. I heard her move to the door.

The room lights went out; plunging me into darkness. The door opened

and the light from the hall cast her shadow ominously over me. She

paused for an instant. Maybe

she noticed the fear in my eyes. "Poor baby," her voice came nearer,

"So scared and all alone in the dark." She turned on the examining

light and directed it straight into my eyes. My eyes closed in pain

under the blinding glare.

"That's better. Maybe I can help you relax a bit." I was barely

aware of her movements behind me. I blinked and squinted as I

gradually became accustomed to the bright light. Just as my eyesight

cleared I saw a dark shape descending towards my face. The strap

prevented me from twisting away. A small mask was placed over my nose

and fastened firmly into place. The harsh smell of rubber filled my

nostrils; making me a bit nauseous.

Shannon's voice suddenly echoed in my ear. "Be good now." My

eyes swiveled to find her. Her face was inches from mine. Her eyes

trapped mine; pinning me down with more force the straps. The power I

saw in those deep blue pools drained all resistance from me. "Bye

bye, baby. See you in a little bit. We've barely begun." Even after

her face was replaced by darkness, my gaze remained frozen in place.

A faint hissing sound began as I heard her leave the room.

OPEN WIDE

BY JOHN B

PART III

I lay there frozen; too stunned to move. It had all happened too

fast for me to absorb. I felt trapped in the glare of the bright

light like a deer surprised on a dark highway. The hissing of the gas

seemed to roar in my ears. I fought desperately not to breathe; to

hold on to whatever little control I had over my situation.

It seemed like hours but I lasted but a few short moments. I

strained against my bonds. My lungs burned and tears streamed from my

eyes. Finally, I slumped back into the chair and gasped for breath.

The slightly metallic smell of nitrous oxide filled my lungs. As I

panted deeply the top of my head seemed to expand and its contents

fill the room. I made another feeble effort at freeing myself. My

struggles succeeded only in causing my still-hard cock to wave back

and forth obscenely.

My resistance fading, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I

imagined how I must have looked. Highlighted in bright light like

some laboratory animal... strapped helplessly to the chair... my mouth

forced wide open in submission... my tear-stained face... my erect

cock pointing at the ceiling...

In my drugged condition, the last thought both bemused and aroused

me. I was acutely aware of my cock. I pictured its blood-engorged

head with the skin shiny and stretched. My aching balls were drawn

tight into my groin. Every nerve ending in my member twitched in

frustration. I jerked and swiveled my hips in an attempt at providing

additional stimulation. An involuntary moan rose from what seemed

like somewhere far away.

Suddenly, I was aware of voices. I froze and strained to

concentrate my foggy mind. The voices grew louder and I located them

in the hallway outside the partially-opened door. By the time I was

able focus my mind I was able to catch only the end of a conversation.

"... he didn't really give much of a reason for cancelling his

appointment," I heard Shannon say, "He just called and said that he

couldn't make it. I think he just chickened out... the big baby."

"Damn it. I wish just once a patient would

be courteous enough to give a little notice," said a second voice that

I recognized as Dr. Squires'. "Oh well, I've about had in for today,"

he continued. "I've got to put something away," said Shannon, "I'll

lock things up when I leave." A shiver of fear ran down my spine.

Was I the 'something' she was referring to? I tried to call out but

the apparatus in my mouth held my jaws and tongue unyieldingly. The

best that I could manage was soft gurgling noises from somewhere deep

in my throat.

The voices drifted away down the hall. I slumped back in

resignation. My only hope for release was now gone. My concentration

faded away and my mind filled with thoughts of what lay in store for

me. My wild fantasies ran the gamut from the horrifying to the

incredibly erotic. Suddenly I sensed the presence of someone at my

side.

My eyes snapped open; then closed as quickly in the glaring light.

I was aware of Shannon's soft laughter before I was able to blink away

the brightness. When I finally focused I found her face inches from

mine. "How's my little patient doing ?" she asked. Her once-engaging

smile now had a decidedly sinister twist to it. "What's the matter ?

Cat' got your tongue ? " With a fingertip she casually wiped a bead

of sweat from my nose and rubbed it across my lips. "Maybe your too

warm," she offered. Removing the paper bib, she very slowly and

deliberately began to unbutton my shirt.

She took the opportunity to run her hands over my chest. Then she

disappeared from my view. I felt my shirt being pulled open and

partially down my bound arms. The cool room air washed over my

exposed flesh and my nipples stiffened in response. As much as I

could in my drugged state, I tensed in anticipation of what might

happen next.

"Yeah... I know how to cool you off," she continued as she slowly

ran her finger threw my bush of pubic hair. I raised and twisted my

hips as much as I could in an effort to increase the contact on my

inflamed genitals. With a laugh she withdrew her hand. Next I heard

her rummaging in the cabinets along the wall. My ears strained for

any clue as to what she might do next.

There was a sudden whoosh and my crotch was covered with a cold

wet substance. The sudden shock to my groin sent me to the edge of

orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my midsection in an effort

to will myself over the brink. "Poor baby," Shannon teased at my

frustration. In defeat I grunted and slumped back against the chair.

When she sensed that my excitement had subsided some she smoothed what

I now assumed to be shaving cream over my crotch. I tried to shrink

back into the chair as I imagined what was to happen next.

"Now sit still so we don't have an accident," cautioned Shannon.

I didn't need the warning. I shut my eyes and tried to avoid thinking

of the possibilities. I froze every muscle as I felt the blade of a

razor scraping my lower abdomen. When I felt the cold edge of steel

on my balls, I even tried to breathe as gently as possible. Shannon

worked quickly and, to my relief, painlessly. "All done," she

announced. I responded with a great sigh of relief. "That should cool

you off some," she added blowing softly on my still damp genitals. My

cock, which had deflated somewhat at the thought of the razor,

immediately sprung back to a full erection.

"My you're nervous," came Shannon's voice from my side. "Why look

! You're s-o-o-o-o tense !" With the last remark she ran the tips of

her long nails around my hairless balls. The sensation was

incredible; devoid of its protective hair every nerve ending seemed

exposed and electrified. "How can I get you to relax ?" she

continued; now gently stroking the hard length of my organ. I

shuddered with heightened arousal. Just as suddenly as it began, she

ceased her touch. My cock was left twitching in frustration.

Again Shannon's face appeared above me. "Maybe this will help,"

she whispered into my ear. The hissing of the gas roared louder in my

ears. The smell of the nitrous oxide became overpowering. Panic

again surged through me. I feared that I wasn't getting enough oxygen

and that I might pass out. Or worse.

I pulled again at the straps that held me. As the gas filled me,

my efforts became more and more feeble. My muscles seemed to be

melting away until I could no longer 'find' my limbs. Shannon's image

above me seemed to melt too; the focus slowly faded into an

unrecognizable blend of colored shapes. I tried, with whatever

willpower that remained, to concentrate; to not lose control

completely. I succeeded for only a few seconds. Shannon's laughter

echoed in my brain. Then the top of my skull dissolved. And my

resolve with it.

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Subject: Story: Open WIde 2/? (TG, femdom, unfin)

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I don't know how long I was gone. I don't even know where I

'went'. I floated about; free from my body and from any cares.

Occasionally, I came across fragments of reality; more feelings than

truly coherent moments. I wasn't sure what was real or imagined. Nor

did I care. There were cold sensations on my torso and limbs...

Next, movement of some kind around my arms and legs... A vague

tightness across my chest... A heaviness in my groin... In between

there were long gentle periods of soft shapes and sounds and colors.

From somewhere deep inside me came a silly little giggle.

OPEN WIDE

BY JOHN B

PART IV

Movement around my face started to bring me back. Cool air began

to fill my lungs. I felt the chair begin to move. My eyes slowly

refocused and the room began to take shape. I still wasn't sure where

the rest of my body was but I knew I was sitting more or less upright.

My head slumped to the side; giving me a tilted view. There stood an

incredible set of legs. I absent-mindedly admired their form before

it dawned on me that they must be Shannon's. When had she changed her

clothes ? Those long legs that I had long imagined were now presented

to me in dark sheer nylons. I followed their gentle curves downward

from the hem of her fashionably-short denim miniskirt. The ended in a

pair of bright red pumps. As if obliging me, one of the shoes turned.

The light shone off the four inch patent leather heel. In fascination,

I traced the smooth contours back up.

I took considerable effort but I rolled my head upright to

complete my view. The movement caused the room to spin. When the

rotations stopped, I continued my visual journey from where it had

left off. She wore a wide black belt; pulled tight to emphasize her

slender waist. Above that, a red silk tee shirt clung to her firm

medium-sized breasts. She moved slightly and the flow of light

highlighted her nipples straining against the shiny fabric.

"Welcome back." Her voice caused my eyes to meet hers. There was

that sinister smile. And those piercing blue eyes that caught mine.

She had let her hair down and the long blonde tresses cascaded over

her shoulders. She looked more incredibly attractive than ever. And

more frightening.

"Almost time to go," she said pulling me from the chair. I was

surprised at my weakness; or maybe her strength. I still hadn't

'found' my legs yet and almost fell when they hit the floor. Catching

me, Shannon pulled me into the hall and propped me up against the

wall. "Now don't run off," she cautioned, "I've got to turn off the

lights." I turned to admire the swing of her shapely ass as she

headed down the hall.

I took the opportunity to inventory myself. I was still a bit

giddy and my head felt like it was full of cotton candy. But my

ability to concentrate was slowly improving. While I still wasn't

sure where my limbs were, I was getting some tingling sensations in my

hands and feet. As feeling returned, I slowly tested moving my arms.

The shoulder, elbow, and wrist seemed stiff and swollen; barely able

to flex and bend. As I shuffled my feet I noticed the same phenomenon

in my lower limbs. It seemed as if my joints had been wrapped tightly

with some kind of heavy bandaging. I also noted a tightness across my

chest. As things became more normal, I realized that I was still very

sexually aroused. My cock felt like it might explode at any movement;

yet there was a very heavy, compressed feeling in my groin.

I looked down. There, barely contained by my zipper, was the

obscenely large bulge of my genitals. My hard cock seemed to be

pointing straight out from my midsection. Anxious for relief, I

stiffly swung my right arm towards my crotch. Flexing my wrist as

best I could, I grabbed my organ. I was stunned by the hardness that

I found. My cock and balls had been tied into what felt like a hard

leather harness. Manipulating myself, I discovered that the harness

not only kept my erection pointed outward, it also blocked any

external stimulation.

The staccato click of Shannon's heels signaled her return. I

tried to hide what I was doing but, in my drugged condition, was too

slow. "You pervert !" shrieked Shannon; slapping my hand away. "I

leave you for a moment and you start diddling yourself !" In her

heels she seemed to tower over me. Blushing deeply, I lowered my head

in embarrassment. "Come on," she ordered, grabbing my forearm. The

sudden motion sent my head reeling. I stumbled after her.

She stopped at the front of the office and grabbed a tissue from

the receptionist desk. "For God's sake quit drooling all over

yourself," she laughed, pushing my tongue back into my mouth and

wiping my chin. "You look like a degenerate." I was stunned that my

tongue had been hanging out. I now realized that it, and in fact my

entire mouth, were totally numb from the Novocaine. So numb that I

was barely aware of the bottom half of my face.

Before I could digest this discovery, Shannon again seized my arm.

She propelled me out the door; which she locked behind us. She led me

down the mall corridor to the exit. I kept up with her the best that

I could. The movement made my world spin violently. I shuffled

along, swinging on stiff leg in front of the other. My arms hanging

hung virtually useless from my sides. The effect must have been like a

lame Frankenstein's monster or that I was the unfortunate victim of

some debilitating disease.

Suddenly Shannon's purse fell from her arm; its contents

scattering on the tile floor. Releasing her hold on me, she bent to

retrieve them. Hanging on to a nearby wall, I forced my surroundings

to cease spinning. A few dozen yards away to my right were the exit

doors. I lurched my way towards them as fast as I could. Hearing

Shannon cry 'Wait !' behind me, I swung my torso from side to side in

an effort to gain momentum. I was

planning on dipping my shoulder into the door to open it when a strong

hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Hold it there fellah," said the tall security guard who had a

firm hold on my wrist. "Where're you going in such a hurry ?" He was

huge black man; at least six-four and all muscle. I started to

explain, "Eess whuma eidh maah aahds...." All that came out was a

series of unintelligible syllables. I tried again but my numb jaws

and lips produced only more animal grunts and moans. "Thanks for

holding my brother, Officer," said Shannon. "I try to keep an eye on

him but he sometimes slips away. The guard turned to admire the

stunning woman now standing next to him. As he leered at her, I

jerked free from his grip. I had but a step or two of freedom before

my back was slammed into the wall. My head and chest were held hard

against the concrete by his massive black forearms.

"Poor baby," cooed Shannon; rubbing my forehead in mock pity. "I'm

sorry. He's usually well behaved but he does have some bad days.

We're thinking that we might have to institutionalize him." I was

enraged. I let loose with a torrent of loud obscenities. My tongue

flopped around uncontrollably; spraying saliva. Once again, my words

came out as babbling shrieks. I tried to break free but found myself

slammed even harder against the wall. In the struggle, several

buttons popped from my shirt and skittered across the hard floor.

As my mind searched for some way out of my predicament, I noticed

that the security guard had eased his grip on me somewhat. He was

staring at my chest with his mouth hanging open in amazement.

Following his eyes downward, I was shocked to see a satin bra cup

protruding from my open shirtfront. And all my chest hair was gone !

My face flushed with mortification. "What the..." the guard started

to question. Shannon interrupted to explain. "My brother likes to

wear these pretty little things. We're not sure why. But since it

makes him easier to handle and it doesn't do any harm; we let him.

Maybe it gives him some kind of pleasure."

"I guess it does," remarked the guard; now grinning broadly. He

glared down at the prominent bulge in my crotch. I reddened further

and hung my head. As if to avoid my 'weapon', he spun me around to

face the wall. I was glad to be able to hide my shame from the people

who were now stopping to investigate the commotion. I wished that I

could make myself invisible.

"Would you be so kind to help me get him out to the car ?" I heard

Shannon ask, "It's not far." "Sure," replied the guard with a laugh

in his voice, "The little 'lady' won't be a problem. Will you ?"

Tears welling up in my eyes, I could only whimper in return. The huge

black arms encircled me from behind in a bear hug; pinning my arms to

my sides. I was half-dragged, half-carried into the parking lot. I

offered no resistance. I was glad to be away from the stares and

whispers.

Shannon led the way. I lusted after her shapely legs in the high

heels that caused the swaying of her firm ass. My cock swelled

painfully against the confines of its leather prison. She stopped and

opened the passenger door of a silver sports car. "Hold him for just

a second," she requested of the guard, as she retrieved something from

the trunk. "I hate to use this on him but it could be dangerous if he

should act up while I'm driving." She held up a broad leather belt

which she wrapped around my waist. Attached to each side by a few

inches of chain was a leather cuff. With the help of the guard, my

wrists were forced to my waist and buckled securely into place. My

hands were now immobilized; leaving me helpless.

I was turned around and bent into the small bucket seat. My stiff

legs were swung in after me. "There," she announced with satisfaction

as she buckled my seat belt. "Now he can't do any damage." She

patted my right hand as it hung a few inches from my crotch. "Or play

with himself," she added. "Sometimes he can be so embarrassing." She

closed the door and turned to the guard. "You've been such a dear,"

she gushed sweetly. "I don't now how to thank you." She wrapped her

arms around his neck and kissed him. Her lips lingered and she moaned

softly for my benefit. "Any time," the black man answered with a

smile, "Any time." As he waved and turned to go I noticed that HIS

crotch was now bulging. I was fuming with jealousy and embarrassment.

Shannon climbed in. She put on her sunglasses and started the

engine. Then, pausing, she slapped my face hard. "The sooner you

realize that your mine the better. I can make this as painful and

embarrassing for you as I want. Maybe I should dump you out now and

leave." I recoiled; both from the shock of her blow and the horror of

her threat. I was no longer defiant. The thought of further public

ridicule scared me. I begged and pleaded for mercy. My pleas came

out as, "Aww sahhee... Aww sahhee..." She got my meaning or maybe

just felt sorry for me. She seemed to soften some.

Well, you've been a naughty girl and you'll have to be punished."

She reached into the back seat and got a package. Reaching across,

she pulled open my shirt with such force that the rest of the buttons

came off. The satin bra was now totally exposed. I glanced nervously

around to see if anyone was close enough to notice. From the package

she held up a round, flesh-colored object. "For my little sissy," she

announced; slipping it into the right bra cup. It was a silicone

falsie; an exact replica of a female breast right down to the

protruding nipple. The left one soon took its place.

She teased me by fondling and tweaking my new anatomy. Their

weight felt strange on my chest and I was amazed at their lifelike

appearance. The erotic impact of my predicament and Shannon's

caresses caused my cock to twitch. The pressure of the confining

harness caused my balls to throb painfully. "Hmmm... my little slave

likes his new titties," Shannon murmured, sliding her hand down to the

bulge in my pants. Her touch, even dulled by the intervening leather,

raised my passion to new heights. My midsection arched upwards

against the seat belt. My hands fluttered helplessly by my sides.

"Yeah, you dig being a helpless little slave girl. I saw you

eyeing that guard's crotch." She grabbed my chin and turned my head

to face hers. She was wearing large mirrored sunglasses that seemed

to add to her mystery and power. She let the tip of her tongue slide

over her shiny red lips as she fondled me harder. "Maybe I should

invite him over so you can get down on your knees and suck on that big

black cock. You'd LOVE that, wouldn't you."

I couldn't give an answer if I'd had one. I saw my distorted

reflection in her glasses. The look of shock and, yes, utter sexual

arousal caused by her last remark made me drop my head in shame. Her

laughter rocked through my brain. As we drove off, a tear rolled down

my cheek and dropped onto the new breasts quivering on my chest. I

wondered where we were headed. And what else might lie in store. for

me.

TO BE CONTINUED...