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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 As is usually the case, I was forced to sit and the waiting room for a time with only the outdated magazines to take my mind off my pain.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.
From netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Dec 3 11:47:48 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.sex.stories:44083 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Open WIde 2/? (TG, femdom, unfin) Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:35:12 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 232 Sender: news@newsbf01.news.aol.com Message-ID: 3bpvn0$t7j@newsbf01.news.aol.com NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf01.news.aol.com
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...