Walkies

by

Ray Kitten

  

The crisis I now faced was of my own design, or at least crafted by my negligence. I had figured myself to be a man capable of great feats of drinking, as well as somewhat of a poker 'ace' if you will pardon the phrase. My first co-ed mixer had managed to shake me of both illusions. By the next morning I was sporting a hangover the size of a football field and was owing a figure roughly equal to a years tuition. Mary, it turned out, was a card shark without equal, she had put me on the run and managed to keep me upping the stakes with each consecutive round. One win would have put me out of her debt but that eluded me, and in my addled state I didn't recognize what that meant. She approached me that morning with a proposal, it was simple and horrifying, but what made it the worst was that it

was an offer I couldn't refuse. Her deal was simple, I would be her slave, her willing puppet, dancing to any tune she cared to name, and in exchange at the end of a month of weekends I would have paid my debt to her without the loss of a single penny, save anything I spent in fulfilling her wishes. And I had her word that nothing I bought would be for her, so she was not trying to expand her financial winnings by requiring me to buy her even more expensive trinkets than her not inconsiderable winnings could have netted.

Today was the first day of my servitude, and I had arrived at Mary's dorm ready for just about anything. The first thing she told me as I entered was that my task for tonight was to be the only visible display of her power to be made on campus, and that enough people had been told to ensure that word would circulate that what was about to transpire was my way of paying my debt to her. No mention of my indentured status would be made to anyone outside of the two of us, unless it was by my own tongue. At her command I stripped myself nude and put on a pair of flesh colored high gloss tights, thick enough to hide my fair colored leg hair. Then she took my clothes into the other room, no doubt to prevent me from backing out of our deal, and returned carrying my costume for my initiation into her servitude. It started with a pair of silky blue panties, and a matching bra. A couple of grapefruits filled the sagging cups, giving me the illusion of a considerable bosom. Over this lingerie she dressed me in a cheerleader's skirt and top, in the blue and red of our school colors, even a pair of white running shoes with red laces in one and blue in the other.

Once she had me skirted and pantied she sat me down and plastered my face with a thick coating of make-up in very bright colors and crowned me with a blonde wig set into a pair of girlish pig-tails set to the sides. Before she even let me see myself she slapped a pair of handcuffs on me and stepped back. I went to get up but she commanded me to stay sitting. At least until she could take a couple of photos with a digital camera. From there it was immediately out of the dorm building, with her leading me by tying a length of rope to the handcuffs, which were mercifully in front of my body. The halls seemed oddly deserted. It was unusual to go from a dorm to the ground floor without meeting anyone at the best of times, let alone this early in the evening on a Friday, but somehow we managed it. As we stepped out the front doors I realized how it was that we had managed such a feat; more people than lived in the whole of our dorm were gathered outside. A roar of applauds and cat calls went up as we walked out the doors.

It was late fall and as such there was a heavy chill in the air, but fortunately this close to the coast it never got that cold. But I had never worn a skirt before, especially not in this kind of weather. My legs went all goose bumpy but that, like my leg hair would be invisible under the pantyhose I wore. The other residents formed a gauntlet of sorts leading from the doors to the resident parking lot. Laughing faces were all around me as I was pulled onwards. A couple of the girls seized the opportunity to lift my skirt, flashing my panties at the assembled crowd and because my hands were handcuffed in front of me there was nothing I could do to preserve my modesty. A shiver ran through me both because of the wind on my ass and the humiliation of this situation. The girls walked along behind me holding my skirt clear giving over a hundred students a good view of my pantied ass whether I liked it or not.

As we reached the parking lot my two 'friends' lost interest in this particular aspect of my torment, everyone had seen my panties, and several people had photographed them so there was no novelty left there. Mary led me up to her little Jeep Cherokee and started to lash the rope to her trailer hitch. I saw where she was going with this and I wanted more than anything to avoid this but I knew better than to try to untie my tether I still had 10 more days in her service ahead of me, failing to comply with her wishes today would simply give her impunity to take my servitude public tomorrow, a punishment she could claim for me refusing my end of our bargain. So I stood there leashed by my handcuffs to the back of Mary's car, dressed like a drag queen cheerleader as she started the engine and slowly rolled out of the parking lot. Cheers echoed behind me as she led me out into the rest of the campus' residential sector.

She made sure to keep the her speed down to what was surely a crawl for her but I was having to jog to keep up. I couldn't even effect a decent jogging stride because of the reduced mobility of my arms, but I did my best. As our strange little parade made it's way down the campus streets Mary honked the horn of her jeep every half a block, rarely failing to attract attention. Several times we were greeted by a group of people running out of their dorm buildings to get a better look, at which point Mary would stop and let them play with me for a few minutes.

This play usually consisted of a good number of photographs, some by myself, some with other people wanting to prove they were here and saw my degradation. The girls frequently tried, successfully since my hands were immobilized, to flip up my skirt so that they could inspect my panties. The guys usually kept their torment in the form of crude remarks; honestly if anyone had to follow through on half the propositions I received that night they could fulfill a certain urban legend involving a stomach pump.

Oddly enough it was the last dorm building we visited that provided what was quite possibly the most interesting interaction of the evening. It started with the typical pictures, lifting of my skirt and so on. Then my heart skipped a beat Emily Lorence, the most desirable girl in school, was sauntering towards me. She was the most desirable partially because she was off limits, everyone knew she had a steady girlfriend since they came out together in High School wherever they had come from. Emily and Debbie were the college's most visible gay rights activists, and they were right now holding hands as they approached me. They separated and stood on either side of me, my hands were sweating despite the chill in the air, and my knees were getting weak. And then Emily put her soft delicate hand to my cheek and turned my head towards her and pressed her lips to mine. My entire body stiffened as though an electric current had gone through me, it was fortunate that I had tucked my privates down between my legs when I put on the tights. Emily's mouth was open wide, her tongue brushing mine in a motion like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, drawing my own tongue along by the proverbial hand, pulling me into her mouth. A massive cheer went up among the crowd of onlookers, I'm sure many of them jealous of me, despite even what I was going through tonight. Emily's kiss reflected all the qualities that are traditionally desirable in a woman, it was smooth as porcelain, warm as freshly baked bread. I am not sure how long it was before she broke but it surely hadn't been more than a year and a half, which meant not nearly long enough. As soon as Emily's lips left mine I felt a powerful set of hands seize my shoulders and spin me around. I panicked a moment as I remembered Debbie, I closed my eyes and tensed ready to pay the price for kissing her girlfriend, a bargain to be sure. And then our lips met.

My eyes started open and sure enough Debbie was now locking lips with me. She was in no way as beautiful as Emily, she was a little more hard edged, definitely butch, but hardly the 'Fred Flintstone in drag' one thinks of when the word lesbian comes up. Debbie's kiss embodied many of the qualities touted by the new age woman. It was strong as plate steel, and as secure as the roots of a mountain. A fresh cheer went up, this one a little more ribald in nature, here was a guy, dressed in a cheerleader's miniskirt, getting action from the hottest girl on campus and her steady girlfriend. Her kiss was oddly nostalgic in it's lack of the tang of lipstick, it reminded me of those first stolen kisses as children experimenting, before the girls were old enough to get away with make-up. But it was at the same time a highly refined technique, her own tongue diving deep into my mouth, in the same way my own tongue had conquered Emily's mouth. She held my head firmly in both hands controlingly. Then she pulled our heads apart as though separating two powerful magnets of opposite polarity.

Then Emily spun me to face her again, and we dived at each other. Now I noticed the sweet flavor of her lipstick, a strong contrast to her girlfriend. As we softly made out I felt her hands creeping up under my skirt to slide over my panties. I wished I could return the attention but my hands were in no position for me to accommodate that desire. She fondled and caressed my ass softly for an eternity compressed into a single instant, even dipping her finger inside the leghole of my panties, scratching teasingly at the pantyhose separating her flesh from my ass cheeks. Then we drew apart and she gave me a last sensual peck before I was spinning again to face Debbie.

This time I knew not to fear and let Debbie assault me again. Is it really considered assault upon a willing participant? She too started to fondle me but her attention was like her kiss, more commanding and forceful. She mauled my asscheeks, squeezing them between her fingers and digging her blunt fingertips into my fleshy rump. Handcuffed and skirted I merely let myself be dominated and devoured by this powerful woman, in a sense playing the woman's role in this scenario. Eventually we separated and Debbie spun me again to face Emily, who didn't so much as give me a peck before spinning me back to face Debbie. Then Emily, then Debbie, Emily, Debbie, Emily. I was starting to get dizzy and that was when it dawned on me, all my rotations up to this point had been in a single direction. This had the effect of causing the rope that was still connecting me to Mary's trailer hitch to wind around my body and around my arms. These new rotations were now tightening that rope and pinning my arms to my sides, immobilizing them even more than the handcuffs.

I got dizzier and dizzier as the girls spun me and the crowd that had been watching us roared with laughter. They wound me in until I was standing next to Mary's jeep, rope from my fake breasts to my waist, holding my handcuffed wrists straight down in front of me. They had slowed the speed of my spinning after the first couple of turns and so although I was dizzy I wasn't falling down. There were still more pictures being taken as Debbie and Emily leaned in next to me and each kissed me on the cheeks, creating an ideal pose. While they leaned in like this and flashes sparkled like strobe lights Emily whispered in my ear, "Be sure to thank Mary for this later, cutie." I couldn't help but somehow smile even broader than I had been receiving a kiss on each cheek from two hot lesbians, this had all been set up for me, kind of a consolation prize, or a reward for being a good sport. And then the girls put their hands up my skirt again, one on each side. There was a swift jerk on each side and my panties were around my ankles! Everyone roared with delight as Debbie picked me up and threw me in the back of the jeep, while Emily stripped the panties from my ankles. Debbie took them and held them aloft like a trophy as the other end of the rope was thrown in and the doors slammed.

As Mary drove back to our dorm I took stock of my self and realized that when I had been thrown in my skirt had gotten bunched up and with out my panties to protect me my privates were on display. I rolled around in the back while she drove, and by the time we arrived at the dorm I had managed to rectify the situation. While we drove I heard Mary talking on her cell phone, notifying someone we were on our way back. When we arrived there one of the football players from our dorm was waiting for us. He didn't even unwind the rope around my body as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as though I were a child or a girl. I felt Mary's hands take my skirt and lift it over my waist leaving my ass exposed for her to look at as her friend carried me up to her bedroom.

The End

  

  

  

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