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Those who read Celestial Reviews may know that over the last couple of weeks Celeste has run a competition based around the premise of a Locksmith called to release someone from a pair of handcuffs.
I entered and on Saturday Celeste declared my story the winner by a narrow margin. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think of it
Stephanie
The Locksmith by Stephanie
In my line of work, you come across loads of unusual situations. Of course, you quickly learn not to get involved. I just wished I'd followed my head and not my heart on that day.
I've been in the locksmith trade now for about twelve years and my business, while not massively successful, more than pays the bills. I was returning from fitting a new set of locks to a house when I got the phone call that would drag me into very bizarre situation.
I pulled into the side of the road and answered my mobile phone. "Michael Cox, locksmith. How can I help you?"
"Oh! Thank God." Said a frantic female voice on the other end of the line. "My friend has been handcuffed and we can't find the key. Can you help us?"
I had to struggle to keep the broad smile I had out of my voice as I replied, "Certainly. If you give me your address, I'll be around immediately." She quickly gave it to me and I told her I'd be around in about fifteen minutes.
She had obviously handcuffed her lover and then lost the keys. I've had a few similar cases in the years I'd been doing the job. I had learned that you have to act totally professional, however ludicrous the situation looks to you.
Soon, I was at the address she had given, it was a fairly exclusive neighborhood. Stands to reason, I thought, rich people seem to go in for the kinky stuff. I parked the van outside the house, picked up my tools and a good bolt cutter and headed up the drive.
Before I could even reach the front door, it opened to reveal a worried looking woman. "Are you the locksmith?" She asked. I had barely time to say yes before she ushered me into the hallway. She was dressed in a smart business suit and she was immaculately made up. I thought she must be in her mid-thirties and she was stunningly beautiful, but there seemed to be a hint of steel behind that face.
"Where is your friend, ma'am?" I asked her.
"Oh, through here. Please, call me Susan."
I followed her to the back of the house to a fair sized dining room. It had been decorated in a mock medieval style and had some wooden beams rising from the floor, pretending to support the roof. It was to one of these beams that Susan's friend had been handcuffed.
I got a big surprise when I saw Susan's friend. I had been expecting some over-weight balding man in his forties, not the pretty girl in her twenties. She looked very embarrassed and was blushing furiously and it was not hard to see why.
She was dressed like a whore. She had knee length black boots with six inch high heels on. Above the knee I could see black fishnet stockings, the tops of which I could easily see under the tight, short leather skirt. Above the waist was a tight, shiny blouse, which did nothing to hide the swell of her magnificent bosom. Her face had a layer of heavy make-up on.
"Don't worry Trixie, Mr Cox is a locksmith. He'll soon have you out of there." Susan said to the girl.
Trixie? I put down the bag and got the bolt cutters out. What had these two been up to?
Susan saw the cutters and said, "Isn't there any other way to get them off? They used to belong to my father and I'd rather not have them damaged if you can help it."
I walked behind Trixie and examined the handcuffs. I tried to ignore the heady scent of Trixie's perfume, but I could feel myself reacting. "Well, I could pick the lock. It shouldn't take me longer than ten minutes or so."
"Excellent, look I have to go now, or I'll miss my meeting. Trixie'll will pay you, won't you Trixie?" She gave Trixie a strange little look until Trixie nodded and then she was out the door in an instant.
Now that was odd behavior, I was obviously missing something here. I got some tools out and started work on the handcuffs. "I'll have you out in a minute, don't you worry."
Trixie nodded, but remained silent. I hate silences and had to say something to fill it. "So, how did you get in this situation?"
She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "she was just showing me how they worked." She spoke in a very quiet voice, that was surprisingly deep and husky.
I decided to drop the subject, she was obviously deeply embarrassed by events. A few minutes later I managed to open one half of the handcuffs so she was free of the beam.
"Why don't you sit at the table while I work on the other cuff?"
She nodded and walked fairly unsteadily over to the table, either she had been handcuffed to the beam for quite a while or she wasn't use to the high heeled boots. I sat across from her and set to work on the remaining handcuff.
I was getting really turned on by this point and was glad the table was hiding the obvious bulge in my pants. My mind kept drifting back to the idea of making love to Trixie, massaging her breasts and then pulling off her tight skirt to reveal her pussy, wet and ready. With these thoughts running through my head, I found it hard to concentrate and it took me a while longer to undo the cuff.
Finally I managed it and she rubbed her wrists. "There you are, now that didn't take too long did it, miss?"
I watched her face and saw she was deep in worried thought, she was biting her red lipsticked lip as she did so. She reached a decision and said to me, "I don't have any money. But there is another way I can repay you." I knew exactly what she meant as she walked around the table to me. I should have been alerted by the worried look on her face, but I was concentrating on one thing, this beautiful girl was offering her body to me.
I turned the chair around from the table and her eyes fixed on the tent in my pants. She leaned over me and our lips touched, her kiss was strong and powerful, yet hesitant in some way. In retrospect its obvious Trixie was being coerced into this, but all I could think about at the time was getting between her legs. Her hand dropped to my cock and rubbed it through my pants. I broke the kiss and said "Suck me."
I stayed in the chair as she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants with her shaking hands. She drew my cock out and she seemed shocked by its size, though to be honest it's no bigger than average.
Trixie's mouth descended to my cock achingly slowly, but she soon had her red lips around its head. Slowly at first she started to move her head up and down my pole licking its head every so often. She was obviously a novice to cocksucking, but she was doing well enough to bring me to orgasm. She teased me to a frenzy until I could stand no more.
I pulled her head off my cock and laid her on the floor. I've always been an oral man and my favorite position has always been 69ing with my girlfriends. I laid down beside Trixie with my cock next to her face and undid her skirt. I pulled it off and looked at her crotch not believing what I saw. She had a pair of lacy white panties on, stretched to near breaking point by an erect cock. I pulled down her, I mean his, panties and his cock popped free. If anything it was bigger than mine!
"I'm sorry," Said Trixie, his face deep red with embarrassment.
I looked at him, "Don't be." I said and then I kissed his cock and sucked it into my mouth. I hadn't done anything like this since the usual exploration most boys go through at adolescence. Trixie had turned me on so much that my inhibitions had gone, and anyway, this wasn't really a man. Just a girl with a penis.
I licked the hot, length of his cock. Running my tongue around the bulbous head, which elicited a long moan from Trixie. I could smell his male scent which was mixed with the perfume and I ran a hand along his stocking clad thigh. My hand drifted to his balls which I gently squeezed as I sucked his cock.
I don't how long we were together like that, but I doubt it was very long. Trixie was learning fast how to suck cock and I was using all the techniques that women had used on me. I came first, spurting wads of cum into his mouth. I continued to suck him, determined to return the favor.
Trixie's body tensed and I knew he was about to cum, just then I heard a clicking noise and I opened my eyes to see what it was.
IT WAS SUSAN! Leaning over me with a CAMERA! I pulled my mouth away from Trixie's to protest, but I just succeeded in getting cum all over my face as Trixie orgasmed.
Susan laughed, took another quick snaps of my cum covered face, then ran out into the hall locking the door behind her. The door was solid and I didn't have a chance of breaking it down. I zipped myself up and turned to Trixie, "What is she up to?" I demanded.
"She gets her kicks from doing this." Said Trixie, making no attempt to disguise his deep voice.
I hammered on the door for several minutes, until finally Susan opened the door. "Where is it?" I demanded.
"Where's what, my little cocksucker." She replied sweetly.
"THE CAMERA! Give it to me or I'll..."
She could barely control her laughter, "or what. Make one move against me and I'll scream rape." I backed down, she had me by the balls and she knew it.
"What do you want?" I asked sullenly.
"Oh...I just want a little fun." She smiled, "now if you do what I say, you'll have the negatives in your hand in just a few hours and no-one need know of your little escapade."
I had no choice, I realised she probably wouldn't give me the film from the camera whatever I did. I just hoped she got sloppy and hadn't hidden the camera well. "Just wait upstairs, second room on the left. I just have to see to Trixie."
I climbed the stairs wondering how I had got into this mess. That mad woman could ruin me. The room I had been instructed to wait in was almost certainly her bedroom, it was done out in pink frills and lace.
About ten minutes later I heard Susan and 'Trixie' talking downstairs, I couldn't make out what they were saying and soon the front door opened and closed. Susan, climbed the stairs and smiled broadly at me, she was enjoying this immensely.
She said nothing, but went to a large wardrobe on the far side of the room and began rummaging through the contents. She stopped once to look at me critically before returning to the wardrobe. Finally she announced, "This should do perfectly." She threw a black and white dress on the bed, no, not exactly a dress, a maid's outfit.
My befuddled mind finally put two and two together, she was going to dress me up, just like 'Trixie' had been. "No way, I'm not doing this!" I declared.
"Oh, yes you are. I can easily track down where you live and have hundreds of 'interesting' posters put up in your street. Do you want that?" I stayed quiet. "I thought so. Right, strip to you underpants, its time to get you ready."
"But why?" I asked.
"I'm hosting a little party tonight for some of my friends and I need a maid to serve the dinner and drinks." She said in a matter of fact manner.
"Why me?" I asked in desperation. "What about Trixie?"
"Trixie is a friend, I couldn't ask her to do a demeaning job like that. Anyway, me and the girls find it fun to watch someone who is forced to do it rather than someone who wants to do it. It makes it more fun. Now stop moaning and get undressed, or your neighbors will be seeing you in a new light tomorrow."
I gave in and stripped down to my shorts. She took me to the bathroom produced a razor and told me shave my face to get me as smooth as possible. After I had finished she started rubbing shaving foam on to my legs and she took the razor from me. I could only sit there as she carefully shaved my legs as smooth as any womans.
When she had finished, she led me back to the bedroom and gave me some black satin panties and suspender belt. I just stared at them dumbstruck until she told me to put them on. I just looked at her, horrified. Susan sighed, then she took the suspender belt from my hands and fastened it around my waist. It was a little tight. Then she pulled down my shorts and held out the panties for me to step into. Covering my manhood I did so and she pulled them up my smooth legs. The panties felt very odd and not a little erotic, I was mortified to feel my cock stirring and I tried to hide it from Susan. I doubt I succeeded.
Next she pulled out some black fishnet stockings, identical to the pair Trixie had worn. She slowly worked them up my legs, it felt so strange to have my legs enclosed in the fabric. She noticed my half erect cock and said, "That's it, get into the spirit of things and this will all be much easier for you."
Next she pulled out a lacy black bra and quickly strapped me into it. It felt so odd, the way the straps pulled into my shoulder, the strange feeling of my chest being held by the bra. She spent the next few minutes padding out my bra with cotton wool, adjusting the cups until she was happy.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. She saw the look on my face and said, "Don't worry, I've never failed to make a good looking woman out of a man yet."
Next came the maid's outfit itself. The short skirt raised by the many layers of lace under it. She undid the back and I stepped hesitantly into it. She pulled it up and I slid my arms into the short sleeves. It had some form of corset built into it. She pulled it so tight I could barely breath and then did it up.
I looked back in the mirror and saw that the maid's dress had moulded my body into a more feminine shape, my head was still obviously mine and I hoped that she would work on that next so I would be totally unrecognisable.
Next she made me sit down by her dressing table and she produced a huge variety of lipsticks, powders and paint. "This is the trickiest bit," She told me. "I have to accentuate your feminine characteristics while disguising your male ones."
She worked on my face for the better part of an hour. I could taste the lipstick and smell the make-up as it was applied. I must admit I wanted to know what I'd end up looking like, though I couldn't believe she'd make me look convincingly female.
Then she put a wig on my head and brushed it into shape. It felt very strange, and oddly exciting to feel curls against my cheek. I was about to stand and look in the mirror, but Susan stopped me and made me put on some shoes with six inch heels.
She helped me to my feet, those shoes hurt! In the mirror was a tall, but sexy woman dressed as a maid. I couldn't believe it, I looked totally female. I felt my cock stir and pump erect in the confines of my panties, under better circumstances this could have been fun. For the first time since I was stuck in this mess I felt some hope, the chances of me meeting anyone at the dinner party I knew were virtually nil. But even if I did they wouldn't recognise me. If I kept my cool I'd get out of this with my dignity intact.
Susan got me to practise walking in the heels, she made me swing my hips as I did so. Finally she stood me in front of the full length mirror and got behind me. "That wasn't so bad was it." She said. "Just a few more hours and I'll let you go. First, I'll remove that unlady-like bulge."
With that she reached round and put her hand under my skirts. She quickly pulled my cock free and started to massage it. I watched myself in the mirror as she did so, I made a very strange, but arousing image. I caught myself wandering what it would be like to be a woman, to have a man possess and take me. I grasped my breasts and rubbed them, wondering what it would be like to have real tits. I fantasised that I was being brought to orgasm by a powerful man who was about to possess me with his cock.
She stopped just before I was about to cum and pushed me back on to the bed. She climbed on top of me her face flushed with excitement. I reached up to caress her but she pushed my hands away saying, "I'm in control, just lay back and enjoy it."
Why not? I let my hands fall to my sides. Susan unbuttoned her blouse and started rubbing her nipples through her silk bra. She smiled down at me and then lifted my skirt, grabbing my hard cock. She gently squeezed and rubbed it for a few moments until I begged her to fuck me.
Susan hitched up her own skirt and slowly, teasingly lowered herself on to my cock. She caressed one of my breasts and said, "Open your legs my pretty little maid." She wanted to take the male role and I was enjoying myself so much with this voracious woman I did as she said.
She started to thrust forcibly against me. I'd never been in this position before, on my back with my legs wide. As she ground my cock into her pussy I wondered what it would be like to be fully female and filled up by a man. I was so taken up with this fantasy that I could almost feel a cock gliding in and out of me. Susan had started moaning passionately and I was doing my best to last as long as possible, but it was a losing battle. She squealed in pleasure and gripped my false breasts tightly as she had a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clamped my penis tightly and I lost control and pumped my cum deep into her.
After a few minutes recovering she leaned over me and said, "You're really developing a taste for this aren't you, my little sissy." Susan cleaned me up and touched up my make-up, she was treating me almost like a doll. Finally she told me to go downstairs, "We don't want to be late getting ready for my little get together, do we?" she told me, patting me on the ass as she did so.
I followed her downstairs, I could do this I told myself. Just a few hours of humiliation from some women and then I'll be able to get out of here and forget the whole thing. Susan was smiling broadly, she had obviously had tremendous fun with the day's activities. We went back to the dining room, she started explaining that she would cook her dinner and then I'd serve it and if I did it well, she would give me the film and let me go.
Without warning she whirled behind me and grabbed my left arm SNIK and before I knew what was going on she got my other arm SNIK. She had handcuffed me to the beam! She walked away from me with a predatory look on her face.
"What are you doing! I can't serve your dinner like this!"
"I've changed my mind about the party. I'll just invite one person instead of a group." She told me. This should have been good news, the smaller amount of people who saw me like this the better. But I felt worried, what was she up to now?
"Who?" I asked her.
Susan didn't answer, she just turned and meandered over to the telephone in the corner. She picked up a notepad next to it, selected a number and started to dial.
"Are you the locksmith?" She asked in a worried tone. "Oh! Thank God! My friend has been handcuffed and we don't have the key. Can you help us?"
She looked over to me and could barely keep herself from laughing at my horrified expression.
The End
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