I'm Now Just A Painted Lady

by Mary Kay

 

The night started out like a regular evening. Suzy made me dinner, then we had sex and finally I washed up and picked up a few treasures from the bathroom hamper. They were beauties. I'd had the same kind of evening two dozen times before. As usual I had to make some vague promise to the bitch about someday marrying her but there was no way I was going to be permanently tied to her. As they say, if I can get the milk, why do I need to buy the cow?

Suzy wanted me to stay later but I had made plans to meet a friend at a bar where we would try and pick up a little tail. I told Suzy that I needed to be at work early the next morning and just had to go home. Besides, if I stayed later it would be likely that I would run into Suzie's apartment mates, Cathy and Mary. I sensed that they didn't much like me and thought they were trying to poison this fine relationship that I had with Suzy.

Things began going wrong when tried to start my car. The engine turned over but would not start. Then up to my window came the dynamic duo Cathy and Mary. After a little small talk centered around the obvious, yes I was just leaving, no my car wouldn't start, to my surprise they actually offered me some help. They knew that I lived on the East side of town, although not exactly where and they asked if I would like a ride home. Cathy even offered to have her boyfriend look at the car since he worked at the garage right down the street and he would do anything for her.

Perhaps I had misjudged these girls. The bar that I was going to was within walking distance of my apartment so I accepted the offer. I locked up my car, gave Cathy the car key and followed Mary to her car. They insisted that I sit in the front while Cathy got in the backseat. Cathy made sure that I put on my seat belt since she didn't want to get pulled over by a cop.

I asked Mary if she worked with Cathy but learned that she was a Nurse and she worked at the local hospital.

As we drove Cathy moved her mouth close to my ear and I felt her hot breath as she talked about how she sometimes thought about me. Mary told Cathy to stop and told me that I shouldn't pay any attention to what Cathy was saying. Mary told me that Cathy had a few drinks earlier and had recently been dumped by her good for nothing boyfriend and was feeling bad and when she got like this she got horny as hell and that I shouldn't pay any attention to her. Mary then told Cathy to sit back in the seat and be quiet and enjoy the ride.

Within 30 seconds Cathy was back whispering in my ear about how she had dreamed of having my hands all over her body and she asked me if I would like to feel her breasts. "Why don't you bring your arm over that seat and see if I don't have the best body you have ever felt. My tits are 100 % real and I'll bet you haven't felt anything this good since you were in high school."

I started to turn around but Cathy told be to just keep facing forward and just bring my arm over the back of the seat. Cathy was pulling at my arm and moved it so my elbow was in the air and my forearm was next to my ear. I felt her breast in my upturned hand and admitted that she did have beautiful breasts.

Mary was looking over and laughing and made a half hearted attempt at stopping Cathy telling us that we wouldn't want Suzy to find out about this.

Cathy announced to the both of us "I won't tell if you don't tell." Then to me she said "How can you tell if I have nice breasts when you are only feeling me up with one hand. Get that other hand up, my other breast is lonely."

I tried to turn around but Cathy insisted that as long as I faced the road my hands could do whatever they wanted and that if my hands were good enough, perhaps other parts of my body could soon be occupied. In an instant I had a hand on each breast and was stimulating both nipples. Cathy was laughing and Mary was giggling telling us to both stop.

As I began to work on the buttons on the front of Cathy's' blouse I felt pressure on one wrist and then the other. I let go of the breasts to determine what was going on and found that I could not move my arms. My wrists were somehow attached to the metal rods of the headrest. I pushed and pulled and finally determined that the bitch had used plastic tie wraps to secure my wrists to the headrest support rods.

I was locked in place just as we were pulling up to my apartment. The girls were laughing and I think I even had a grin on my face thinking we were just in another stage of some sex game. Then suddenly the two bitches got nasty. Cathy started with "You don't deserve a girl like Suzy," immediately followed by Mary telling me that I'm like all men and "can't be trusted."

I tried to defend myself saying that I wouldn't have done anything but that Cathy had shoved her tits in my hands, what did these two expect?

Mary answered for the both of them, "We think that you are a pig and that you have been taking advantage of Suzy. We also think that you have been stealing from us."

I protested, "There is no way that I have been stealing from you. You have nothing that I want."

At that moment Mary went straight for my pants pockets. Out of the right pocket she pulled out my wallet and keys. Out of my left hand pocket came my cell phone and the red push up bra that I had removed from the hamper at the apartment.

Mary exclaimed, "Apparently there is something that we have that you want. I'm surprised you didn't take the matching panties."

From the back seat I heard Cathy say, "I'll bet the little fairy did take them. He's probably wearing them, the little fairy."

Mary went straight for the zipper on my pants. I struggled and tried to free my arms but the headrest was secure and so was the seatbelt. I moved and wiggled but could do nothing to prevent Mary from getting into my pants. I knew what she was going to find there besides my erect penis.

Mary had my zipper down in record time (I think she has done this before), and had her hand buried inside my pants. Mary then announced, "It feels like he has on a pair of boxer shorts and I can feel something hard down there but it's really small. Let me just find the opening and, Oh My, I do believe I have found what we have been looking for. He has on two pairs of underpants and the one next to his small dick feels like there is a lot of lace. Cathy, I think I just found the panties that matches your bra." She dug in a little deeper and also found the garter belt attached to the stockings that I was now wearing.

Mary finally removed her hand from inside my pants and said to Cathy; "Why do you think a big strong man like Dave here is wearing your panties and stockings? Could it be because he is big and strong on the outside but on the inside he is just a little sissy closet queen?"

Cathy responded, "I knew the little pervert couldn't resist the panties. He probably wears panties to work." Both statements were true.

I started to protest but could see that it would be no use. Cathy and Mary took my keys and decided to go in and investigate my apartment. They left me in the car with my wrists locked to the headrest and my pants open. My newfound panties were doing a poor job of covering my engorged penis and the combination of tie wrap and seat belt was preventing me from moving. I sat in their car as they violated my living space.

It seemed like hours but they finally returned to the car, each of them carrying a paper bag. They opened the car doors, put the bags on the rear seat and again resumed their positions in the car. Without a word to me Mary started up the car and drove away from my apartment.

I protested saying that they got what they were looking for and that they should just let me out of the car and let me go home. They were kidnapping me and I told them that there would be hell to pay when I contacted the police and told them about this false imprisonment. My statement really set them off.

Mary started in on me first, "You little shit. You have been coming over to our apartment, taking advantage of poor Suzy and then stealing our clothes for your sick little games. You are going to go to the police? You are going to go to the police? We should be taking you to the police. Most the stuff in those to bags was ours before you stole them. We are taking them back just to keep you from playing dress up with them."

Then it was Cathy's turn, "You are so disgusting. Rubbing your sick little prick all over our undies so that you can get your jollies off. And don't think we didn't find your collection of shoes and dresses. I know you didn't steal them from us, did you actually buy some of that stuff or are you hunting all over town for female clothing. Do you spend your weekends prancing around in that maid's uniform? We should take you back to our place and make you serve as our maid for a few weeks just to see how much fun that would be. Try doing some real work while wearing that costume, showing off your or should I say our underwear every time you bend over."

They were trying to berate me but in actuality the projected punishment was just making me hotter. I hoped that they would come through with their threat. I could better take the berating if I was suitably outfitted. Unfortunately that was not their plan. We weren't heading towards their apartment; in fact we were heading in the opposite direction.

We finally pulled up to some seedy motel where Mary parked the car near the office, took my wallet and pulled out my VISA card. I tried to get Cathy to explain to me what was going on, what were we doing here and I pleaded with her just to let me go. I just received a firm and nasty "Shut up" from the girl in the back.

Having checked into the motel with my credit card, Mary returned and drove the car to the parking space in front of one of the rooms. Cathy worked on my wrists and eventually I was detached from the headrest but my wrists were now linked to a new wire tie that went around my neck.

The girls opened the car door, released my seatbelt and then helped me out of the car. Since my pants were undone, my pants fell down to my knees. I started to complain about my unbound pants and was rewarded by having the girls pull down my boxer shorts as well revealing my panties, garter belt and the upper portion of my stockings. I then received a sharp slap on my ass as a reward for my protest.

I was forced to mince my way into the room with my pants and shorts around my ankles and my wrists locked to my neck while wearing a red flower lace thong, with double side strings and a blue flower petal back, red fence net stockings and a red and black four strap garter belt. I was mincing and my cock was straight up and raging hard.

I was hustled over to the bathroom door and my belt was removed from my pants. The belt was looped through the wire ties and the ends of the belt were connected and then placed over the top of the door. The door was then closed, trapping the belt and locking me in a standing position in front of the door. Both Cathy and Mary tugged at the belt, assuring themselves that I couldn't pull myself free.

They then retrieved the bag of clothes from the car and we went through an article-by-article discussion of the clothing in the bags. This discussion went along the lines of "And where did you get this rose colored push up bra? Why do you even want a push bra, you don't have any thing to push up." At first I tried telling them that I had bought the item over the Internet or at some store but they knew that these were all clothing that I had liberated from their bathroom.

Eventually I found that it was best to just admit that I had stolen the clothing in question from them. I had some moments where I was sure that I had stolen something from the neighbors clothesline or from the Laundromat but they weren't looking for that kind of answer.

I did draw the line when they pulled out a short pleated red tartan plaid skirt with matching beret. I loved that combination and told them that I had purchased the items from JC Penney's. Cathy said that she loved the look and wanted to know where I got it. It's a good thing I hadn't stolen it from someone else.

Cathy actually put on a plastic glove and picked out a light green flowered see through thong, one of my favorites. She held it up to my face and asked me what I saw. I told her a pair of panties. She pointed out that there was a stain on the panties. "Where did the stain come from?" I stated that I didn't know but she persisted and Mary joined in by pulling other equally tantalizing panties from the bag.

Mary stated that these had all come out of my bathroom hamper, "Turnabout is fair play. You stole from our hamper now we are taking from your hamper. We think that these stains are coming from that worthless little dick of yours. Tell us the truth. Don't lie to us."

I admitted it. With a little prodding I told them how I would dress up in my feminine clothes and how I would eventually jerk off into the panties. I felt so ashamed and yet my penis was as hard as ever.

They took a handful of the stained panties and then stuffed them in my mouth. I then received an injection in my right ass cheek and fell unconscious.

I awoke the next morning lying on the floor next to the bed. I was naked and stiff and cold and I felt a pain on different parts of my back, on my ass, on my legs and on my chest, especially my nipples. I was wearing a pair of my special pumps, four inch high, black with dual straps across the ankles. What made them special was the fact that you could lock the shoes onto your feet and both locks were present and no keys were in sight.

My nipples hurt and were actually red and I had black, red and blue marks across my body. I lifted myself up and noted that the blinds were open. I then discovered that actually there were no blinds, there were no curtains, there were no sheets on the bed and after a quick dash to the bathroom I found that there were no towels.

I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and saw a drawing on my chest of a bra, the same bra that I had stolen from the girls. The drawing included straps across my shoulders and across my back, all of the essential parts of the bra. The artistry included highlighting along the edges and the cups consisted of circles of fine lace culminating in my dark red highlighted nipples.

On my waist was a good likeness of the garter belt that I had stolen, complete with red trim and a red rose strategically placed below my belly button. It appeared that I was wearing a see through red flower lace double string thong. The bush above my penis was now completely shaved. I had a four-inch band of red lacy trim around the top of each leg, simulating stockings held up by the garter belt. My red fence net stockings were faithfully reproduced on each leg, down to the toes. I also had two parallel lines running up the backs of my newly shaved legs, giving the illusion of perfectly centered hose.

I tried to wash off the ink from my skin but it was no use. I became quickly convinced that these drawings had been tattooed to my body.

Folded in the corner I found my ultra sheer blouse with detailed ruffles down the front and with short cap sleeves. I knew that I could wear this blouse but that it would hide nothing. My permanently tattooed bra would be readily apparent.

I also had available a metallic teal mini skirt with lace up the side. If I had a hard on, and I always did when I wore this skirt, my dick would stick straight out leaving nothing to the imagination. The lace up the side insured that my ink simulated lacy trimmed stocking top and garter belt would be exposed to all who cared to look.

I found a note beneath the clothes, which told me that I would find my car keys in the top dresser drawer and that I could locate my car one block north of this motel and that I would find my wallet in the truck of the car. I was also told to not visit Suzy again or I would be turned in to the police and that a short stay in the jail would be very interesting considering my current condition.

It's not easy to run in four-inch high pumps but I did the best that I could. I got a number of car honks and I ran past two street punks who followed me and harassed me, asking me to give them a blowjob. I ignored them and thankfully they did me no harm. I eventually reached my car and drove home.

I never did see Suzy again; in fact I quit my job and moved to a different city. I'm saving up to get laser surgery to remove my tattoos but the surgery is painful and expensive. In some ways I am leading a much better life. I never drink and drive for fear of being thrown into jail and having my body adornments discovered.

The hair around my penis has never grown back. Nor the hair on my legs and surprisingly, all of the hair under my one underarm is gone. I now shave my other underarm to balance the effect. I have also noticed that I'm starting to develop breasts. I'm sure that since Mary is a nurse that she was involved in both of those changes.

I now purchase all of my female clothing. I can't take the chance to steal clothes since I might get caught and might have to go to jail where my secret will be discovered and I'll become some jailhouse ruffians' girl friend.

While I previously was continuously on the prowl for loose women, I am now practically celibate. I picked up a women a few months ago at a bar and brought her back to my apartment. We started to get friendly and I maneuvered her into my darkened bedroom. She was naked, I was naked and we were both enjoying the moment when I decided to go to the bathroom to take a leak. I left the lights off but she came into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch while announcing that she would like to take a shower with me.

She took one look at my naked body with my permanent brassier, panties and stockings and she laughed so hard I thought she would hurt herself. While laughing she maintained enough control to gather up her clothing and put enough of her clothes back on so she could leave my apartment in a respectable fashion. I still heard her laughing as she walked down the sidewalk.

Thus I now lead a life of work, masturbation and buying lingerie. If you can think of a solution to my problem please E-mail me because I can't take the chance of stealing anything since I could get caught and then go to jail and then, you know.

Marykay9@Verizon.com

  

  

  

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