Dressed For Bondage
RE: Dressed For Bondage
Dressed For Bondage By Dodgerfan Sam was surfing the web when he came across an ad that caught his eye. The ad said dressed for bondage. What really excited him was the woman from the ad. It was a topless gorgeous woman with rope in her hands. The ad claimed that for a slight fee. You could have yourself placed in bondage. She only had two exceptions no women only men. The second one was you had to dress as a woman. Sam loved bondage if he had to dress as a woman to get tied up why not. Sam sent an email to see if it was for real or just some kind a joke ad. He went to work not thinking about it anymore. His girlfriend didn't dig bondage so he chose not to push it on her. If this worked out he could have his cake and eat it too. He was working late when he checked his email. The email said you must pay half the price up front. That wasn't a problem he had some money saved up for a vacation. Why not spend it on this his girlfriend didn't know about the money. He immediately sent the money. The next day another email came in it said that he would need to send his exact measurements to her. She needed the measurements to make his cloths. He had to fill out a form on the web site. That was a problem how would he get all of his measurements? Then he thought his secretary could help with the measurements. He told his secretary that he needed the measurements for a costume he needed for a party. She helped him with the measurements. He quickly filled out the form. A few days passed when another email came in. It said where do want the cloths sent? He didn't want them sent to his home the girlfriend might open the package. He sent back an email to send them to his office. With same day delivery they would arrive tomorrow. He awoke early kissed his girlfriend goodbye and went to work. Sam couldn't keep his mind on his work. He kept waiting for the package to arrive. He told his secretary that he had a package coming today. He told her to send the delivery man straight to his office. It was day like any other day until the secretary bussed his phone. "Delivery for you Sam" "Yes send him in please" His mouth dropped open when he saw the person delivering the package. It was the woman from the ad. "Send everybody home early make it 1 pm." "I can't do that" "Do you want to get tied up?" "Of course I do" "Then send them home at 1 pm" "Alright I'll send them all home" "I need your car keys too." "My car keys why do you need my car keys?" "Yes you get tied up. No you lose your deposit and don't get tied up" "Alright but you drive very careful with my car." "Sure now strip" "Strip what do mean strip" "I'm going to dress you right now" "Go to lunch early and cancel all my appointments" "Good now get those cloths off now" Sam quickly removed all his cloths. "Sit down" "Not my hair don't cut my hair" "Do you want to get tied up? The hair ruins the look of my wigs." "Well it will grow back shave it off." "Now your getting into the right spirit" She quickly shaved off all his hair. From his legs to his cock. The sharp razor glided across his skin. His cock was rock hard when she shaved his cock. "Hey wait a minute dressing is one thing. But makeup I won't do that" "Do you want get tied up or not your making this too difficult." "Alright you win I'll quit complaining." "Good" She slowly gave him new eyebrows. His eye lips and face came next. "Here take a look" He looked in the mirror. It startled Sam he actually looked like a woman. She was an artist he had become her canvas to paint on. The cloths fit perfectly she even somehow adjusted for the corset. Even the fake boobs fit the blouse. Sam had become Samantha. "Here meet me at this address at five o'clock sharp. One minute late I'm gone." "I'll be there early no problem" "Goodbye Sam or should I say Samantha?" "What is your name?" "You don't need to know my real name. You can call me Stacy Cord." "Goodbye Stacy Cord" "Goodbye Samantha" Stacy gather up her belongings and left in her car. She came back with a cab and drove off in his car. Sam hid in his bathroom until everyone left the office. He couldn't believe what Stacy had done to him. The blouse really displayed his fake boobs just right. Stacy made the above the knee skirt figure flattering. If he didn't know he was a man. He would have dated himself. He called for a cab and waited outside. With a great deal of difficulty he began to walk. He never worn high heels before today. Besides the shoes Samantha had another problem. Where would she put her wallet coins? He grabbed a paper bag and thru everything in it. He wobbled across the floor opened the door and went outside. "Hey baby you need a ride?" Samantha startled turn around bewildered perplexed. Then she remembered he was Samantha not Sam. "Thank you anyway I have a cab coming." "Ok babe maybe another time" Samantha was going to have a hard time dealing with all this unwanted attention. She only wanted to get tied up for awhile that's all. The cab finally arrived she got inside. "Where to Miss" "I need to buy a purse. Take me where I can buy one." "There's a lady's shoe store that sells purses a couple miles from here." "Fine that's perfect." Samantha went to eat while she waited for the time to pass. She couldn't wait to be in some good bondage done by a professional. The time slowly passed until it was time to go meet with Stacy. Samantha entered the night club to cat calls and wolf whistles. This was quickly becoming annoying. Stacy came in dressed as a cop. What's going on why is she dressed as a cop? Samantha would soon find out. Stacy pulled out her gun. "Hands up against the wall spread your legs wide wider" "Hey Stacy what's going on?" "Keep you mouth shut" Stacy did a rough frisk of Samantha. From her fake boobs to her cock. By the time Stacy got to her cock it was erect. "Your hands behind your back now" Stacy cuffed Samantha and dragged her out of the night club. "Stacy you really take your job seriously." "Yes I do Samantha I love it." Stacy drove into an alley and stopped the car. "Get out now get out now" "Stacy what's the matter?" "Nothing just do what I tell you to do." Stacy opened the trunk. "Get in" "Alright give me a minute it's not easy with these tight fitting cloths." Stacy grabbed a ball gag from the trunk shoved it in her mouth. Stacy grabbed some leg irons for her ankles and locked them on Samantha's ankles. With a huge grin on her face Stacy slammed the trunk and drove into the night parts unknown. End of part 1dodgerfan2011-05-08 04:20:22