A Week at The Queen's Way Inn

by Mary Kay

 

I've been lying on my back atop the coffee table in my hotel room for the past two hours. Leg cuffs attached to the table legs secure my ankles. My arms are behind my back and under the table, secured by handcuffs. I have a plug in my ass and an 8" dildo over my penis, held on with a cockring. I might be mistaken as a damsel in distress since I am wearing my favorite little black cocktail dress. The only think that dissuades this opinion is the 8-inch cock protruding from between my legs and obscenely pushing my skirt out leaving no doubt that what you see is a man dressed as a woman. There is a camera behind the large mirror on the wall taking pictures of me and periodically showing my current situation to anyone in this hotel who happens to turn to the proper television channel.

The key that will release my bonds is stuck inside of a frozen bottle of water, which I am warming as best I can with my hands. I need to be released. My body aches and I want to leave this hotel. I lie here warming the bottle with my hands, waiting for the key to come free.

I can hear a key entering the door lock and then I see my room door swinging open. I turned and strained to see who was coming into my room

"Hi sugar, can I come in? Don't get up. I think I can help you." She said as she walked in the door.

I looked at her as my angel coming to my rescue. "Oh please come in. I do need your help."

With that invitation she walked in and closed the door. She was wearing a black French maids uniform so I knew she worked for the hotel. Her dress was made of satin, and had long sleeves and a scoop neck. There were white ruffles around the bodice, at the wrists and along the edge of her apron. A very full white petticoat peaked out at the hemline. White opaque stockings and black platform high heels completed her outfit. She was also carrying a small suitcase. I could tell that she was a he in she clothing, but then again so was I. She grabbed a wooden chair and pulled it over to the table locating the chair close to my head and said, "Do you mind if I sit, these heels are just killing me. I was sent here by the hotel manager to help you out."

I said, "Great, how about taking this bottle out of my hands and getting the key out so I can release myself."

She smiled and took the bottle and to my chagrin simply placed the bottle on the floor. "You can call me Colette. Now, you're probably wondering why I stopped by. I run a service in this hotel where girls like you call me and I come up to your room and I give them a makeover for a fee."

I said, "I didn't call you and I don't need a makeover. You can help me though if you would just get that key for me."

"You silly." she said. "I know you didn't call me being all tied up like you are. My boss sent me over to give you a free makeover and to invite you to our nightly party. Your video was a big hit and a lot of people want to meet you. Just think of this as part of our Queen's Way Hotel Welcome."

I answered, "Well I'm sorry to disappoint all of you but I won't be going to your party. I really have lost my taste for this and just want to stop all of this stuff. Could you please just get me the key?"

Colette – "Well as you know the bosses here have a way of getting what they want so you may want to do something and they may want you to do something else. Besides, you look like you are having plenty of fun." She then reached her hand over and grabbed hold of my penis through my skirt and moved it back and forth playfully. "Anyhow, lets get started."

She looked into her case and got out a jar of ointment. "Did you know that you are really a winter and yet your makeup is really made for an autumn complexion? Your face is done up all wrong. Whoever picks out your cosmetics should be shot."

With regards to the seasons, I had no idea what she was talking about. The gunshot however would result in a self-inflicted wound.

Colette continued, "Your skin dictates your ideal cosmetics. You my friend are a winter. Now I have a fine selection of products in my case that will do wonders for your looks. First I'm going to make you more comfortable and I have to clean off all that stuff you have on your face." She got up and went into the bathroom and I heard the water running. She came back with some towels and a washcloth and placed them on the floor. She then got a pillow off of the bed and placed it under my head.

She said, "You girls all have the same problem. You want to dress up but you are too afraid to go outside because you don't look good enough. Lift up your foot, let me look at the sole of your shoe."

I did as she asked and she put her hand on the sole of my boot. "I'll bet you have worn those boots fifty times yet the bottoms are still brand new. You probably haven't stepped outside of a carpeted room while dressed in your life. No wonder you're lying here with a party dress on and your prick is at attention and you're wearing the wrong makeup. I'm sure you buy your makeup bit by bit. You go to a drug store to pick up some items and as you walk by the cosmetic counter you grab a tube of lipstick or an eyebrow pencil. That's why you end up with a jumble of different brands with nothing coordinated. Then you go and pay for the stuff and hope that the check out person assumes you are buying the cosmetics for your wife or girl friend. Think about it. How many times has your girl friend ever asked you to go buy her some blush or eye shadow? Never. A female enjoys buying cosmetics; she tries on one color then another. She makes a judgment among six different browns. The last thing in the world she would do is to send her man to go pick up some cosmetics. That's why you girls always end up with the wrong makeup. You are going to thank me when I'm done. I'm going to fix you up and I'll leave the remainder of the products with you and I'm going to leave my card. When you need more you can just buy the stuff by E-Mail and I'll send it to you in a plain box."

She was right about most of the stuff but she was wrong about me not stepping out while dressed. On a number of occasions while traveling I have gotten dressed and left my room, getting in my car to drive around the city. Of course I would only do this if my room was on the ground floor and my car was parked close to my room. I find this to be a tremendous rush. Peaking out the hotel door, making sure no one is outside as I leave. My heart pounds as I walk to the car, feeling the cool night air go up my skirt as I make my way. Then I drive around aimlessly, knowing that a traffic infraction or an accident will place me in a very precarious position. I finally return to my hotel and race back to my room, finishing off with a mind-blowing masturbation. I wish I could masturbate right now.

I looked at Colette and said, "I would be a lot more comfortable doing this in the bathroom. Could you take the key and unlock me so we can get started?

She smiled at me and placed a towel under my head and one atop my bodice. She then sat back in her chair and started to work on my face with some cold cream. I asked her, "Don't you think it would be better to do this in the bathroom? Why don't you take the key and release me. I promise I'll be your perfect client."

Colette continued to rub the emollients into my skin and said, "The light is good here and I can see that you like your present position so I think I'll just do my work right here. Now this is a wonderful cold cream. It deep cleans pores, dissolves dirt and acts as both a cleanser and eye makeup remover, which eliminates the need for a toner. I need to clean off this old makeup so that I can get a good look at your skin tones."

When she finished she wiped my face with a towel and said, "I was right! You are a winter. Your skin has blue undertones. You should be wearing a bisque foundation. I have a brand new bottle right here in my case." She retrieved the bottle, and searched her bag for other appropriate items. "Now this Cedar Rose blush is just the thing for that outfit."

I said, "Look, could you just pick out the cosmetics that you think I need and get the key for me. I'm not enjoying this and I really would like you to finish and leave."

She looked at me like she hadn't heard a word that I said. "You have nice full lips and I think we should accent them with our Burnt Sugar lipstick."

I was ready to explode. I said, "Look bitch, this is my room and I want your ass out of here right now. I don't give a shit about your cosmetics and I don't even think you know what the hell you're talking about."

She looked down at me and shook her head. "My my you are very macho for someone wearing a tea dress and wait, let me guess," as she moved the towel off my chest and unbuttoned the front of my dress "Oh I was right, a pink satin bra. Now that comment about me being a bitch was uncalled for. I haven't called you any names have I?" She put the towel back over my chest and wiped the cold cream off of my face.

She then took a tripod and a camera out of her bag. She set up the camera so that it looked down at my head and she connected a cord from the camera to a receptacle located under the big mirror. I protested her bringing in a camera and told her to take it down immediately. She told me that she was going to make a video to show me how to properly apply my cosmetics. She was going to film the application of the material on my face and later I could review the tape to "maximize" the usefulness of the products. I don't know why she needed this camera, what with the camera behind the mirror.

She got something shiny out of her case and said, "Now comes the part that I have been looking forward to. I want to do a really good job on those eyebrows." She then began plucking my eyebrows.

I panicked saying, "Stop. Stop right now. Don't go any further. I do not want to get my eyebrows plucked. They are just fine as they are. I cannot allow you to destroy my eyebrows." She would grab an eyebrow hair and pull it as I moved my head around trying to keep her from continuing.

Colette - "Now look silly. I'm not going to destroy your eyebrows I'm going to make them look beautiful. You just have to have a little faith in me. Your brows are too thick. They need to peak in a line from the edge of your nose through the center of your eyes. Your brows are much too unruly and needless to say there should be two of them. Now if you keep moving your head like that I could make a mistake or I could hurt you."

I said, "I'm not looking for a feminine face. Just leave the eyebrows alone."

Colette - "Now you don't want to just think of yourself. Think about how pleased your boyfriend will be."

I told her "Look, I'm not a queer little faggot like you. I don't have a boyfriend. I like girls. Please just leave the eyebrows alone."

She looked at me and said, "So your not a queer little faggot like me. From where I'm sitting you look like a queer little faggot. You have on a cocktail dress that fits you like a glove. Did you buy that off of a rack or did you have it tailored? And look at your cock standing up. It has been like that ever since I got here. You my friend are a queer little faggot and I'll prove it." She got up and moved to the side of the table and knelt down. She pulled my skirt up exposing my erect penis. She bent her head down and started sucking on my cock. While I enjoyed the visual image, the rubber dildo that encased my penis prevented me from feeling much of anything.

She sucked on me for a number of minutes and finally moved upright and took a deep breath. "Now then didn't you enjoy that? I may be a little faggot but I think you are a little closet faggot. Now lets get back to your eyebrows. I think I'm going to need some extra help to finish them off." She brought the hem of my skirt back down to my knees to preserve my modesty and headed back to her bag. I remained in the same position, locked on my back, wearing my dress with my dick pointed upward.

She came back and pulled off my wig and through it on the floor. She then put a Velcro band around my head. She attached another Velcro strip that locked onto my headband and secured the strip under the table. My head was immobile. I couldn't move my head a millimeter to the left or right. Then she really went to work on my eyebrows. She must have plucked for 15 minutes. I protested the entire time but it did no good. I have no idea how I'll be able to go out while wearing the eyebrows of a movie starlet.

I cursed her and she smiled. She told me that she was going to make me the "Belle of the ball."

She then took a shiny device from her bag and moved to the side of my face. I didn't get a good look because my head was still immobilized. I felt her remove my earring and then felt a sharp pain on my ear lobe I cried out, "What in the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?" She had pierced my ear.

Colette said, "I'm just doing this for your own good."

I replied, "You haven't yet done anything for my own good. Ouch" as she pierced my other ear.

Colette -"Now you are really starting to shape up. If you play your cards right and loose some of that attitude, you may find yourself some nice boyfriend tonight. And because of the quality of my products, you won't get lipstick on his underwear this time. He'll be so pleased "

I told her "I'm sure you have gotten a lot of lipstick on lots of men's underwear but that's not a problem for me. You see you are a queer and I am just a heterosexual transvestite. There is a difference."

She looked at me and said, "You are a closet bisexual, or given the chance possibly a homosexual. Given the chance you would suck my dick in a minute and dream about it for the rest of your life and I can prove it." She then stood up and threw her leg over my chest. She came down with her panties right on my face. Her crinolines encased my head as she rubbed her panties against my face. I could feel her member go hard as she rubbed it against my lips. She continued rubbing my face for some time. I could breath okay but I couldn't free myself from the musky smell. I refused to do anything but breathe. Finally she relented and stood up. She was still astride my head with her legs on either side of the table. She said, "Fair is fair. I sucked on your dick now it's your turn to pleasure me."

I said, "I never asked you to do anything. Also I couldn't feel anything you did because of the dildo that's on my dick. Besides all that, the lace on your panties is rough and scratchy."

She pulled up her dress. She was wearing pair of long leg sissy rumba panties. They were white with black lace. I own a red pair myself. She brought her leg over the table and stood next to me. She then removed her panties and let them drop to the floor. "Now you owe me a blowjob and I intend to collect on it. I will give you the pleasure that you have always dreamed of."

She pulled up her dress and raked her penis across my lips. I could feel her testicles against my cheek and I closed my eyes and refused to do anything for her. I couldn't move my head but I could refuse to participate. I heard her say "I'm waiting" but as far as I was concerned she could wait forever. She may be queer, but I am not.

She then said, "I'll make a deal with you. If you just kiss the head of my penis then I won't pierce your ear, or rather your ears again. You have only one hole in each lobe. Are you familiar with cartilage piercing? I've done a number of them although I wouldn't get one myself because it hurts too much."

She bent over and felt the top of my left ear. "I would say right around here. Just for you I'll do both ears. Or you can just kiss the head of my dick. You might as well kiss it. Kiss it or I'll keep punching holes in your ears until they look like Swiss cheese." She looked down at me and said, "Well, I'm waiting."

Her penis was resting on my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed it.

"There now that wasn't so bad was it? You are now a full-fledged cock kisser." She stood up and went into the bathroom. When she returned she placed various objects on the floor. My head was still immobile and I couldn't make out what she brought.

She held up a bottle of baby powder that I kept in my shaving kit. "Look what I found. I'll bet you can guess what I'm going to do for you."

I didn't have a clue.

She positioned herself at my waist and pulled up my dress, exposing my dildo encased penis. She sprinkled the powder onto her hands, got down on her knees and started massaging my balls and my dick. I could feel her hand on my balls and could just barely feel her other hand stroking my cock. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. After a few minutes I started moaning and thought I would cum but just as I got close she suddenly stopped.

I said, "Please don't stop. That's the best thing that you have done for me. I am so close please don't stop."

She stood up and moved so that she was looking down at my face. "We can both enjoy this moment. I know that you enjoyed what I was doing to you, now you can give me some pleasure. She then raised her crinolines and moved her penis near my face. "Now be a good little queer and start sucking on my dick."

She might have had a chance if she hadn't used the word queer in that sentence. My mouth remained closed as she moved her dick back and forth across my lips.

"All right, just give it another kiss."

I did nothing.

"Look you have already kissed it. It's not that bad. Just kiss it a few times, or maybe I'll have to find some way to make you kiss it."

I thought about it for a second. She was right, I had kissed her penis and it was no big deal. I didn't need for her to look for ways to force me to kiss it. I didn't know what she would come up with but she was very inventive. I started kissing her dick as she moved that shaft up and down my mouth.

"Good. Now lets see what's next. You have very hairy legs. How do you expect to attract men with your legs covered with hair? It's no wonder you wear opaque hose. She then lifted my skirt, undid my garters and rolled my stockings down to the top of my boots. She grabbed my shaving razor and my can of shave cream off of the floor as she began to soap up the top of my right thigh.

When she moved the razor near my leg I moved my leg back and forth, as much as my leg cuffs would allow. I was going to make it very difficult for her to shave my legs. She looked at me and said, "You just don't learn do you? You are lying here strapped to a table, I have a sharp razor in my hand and you are moving your leg around just daring me to cut you. The problem is that you can see what I am about to do. Well I know how to take care of that problem." She took the Velcro strap off of my head, which made me happy. She then picked up her panties off of the floor and shoved them over my head.

I couldn't see anything. The panties were full of her musky smell that I had experienced when she first straddled my face. I shook my head and told her to take her dirty panties off of my face but she just answered, "Don't go making a big fuss about it. I'm sure when you were 14 there was many a time that you sat on the toilet with your mothers or sisters panties on your head while you masturbated. The only difference now is that I'm not your mother and you aren't masturbating."

She then went back to my leg and I could feel her preparing to shave my upper thigh. I moved my leg as much as I could, although I knew it to be a futile gesture. Finally she relented and released my leg. I heard her sigh and I knew she was getting something from her bag. I figured it was rope or cord to better bind my legs. I was wrong.

I felt her working on my left thigh. She placed some material on my skin and then she rubbed the area. I moved my leg around but she didn't say anything. She stopped and nothing happened for around a minute. Suddenly it felt like she was pulling the skin off of my leg. I shrieked and yelled at her, "What are you doing to me? Are you crazy?"

She lifted the panties off of my face and showed me a cloth that was full of hair. "See how good I am to you. This hair was on your leg and now your leg, or at least a small part of it is nice and smooth."

She pulled her panties back over my face and I could feel the process being repeated on my inner thigh. I stopped moving my leg around since it didn't seem to make any difference. She pulled the next strip off and I screamed again. "Please, use the razor, I won't move my legs but please don't use that glue strip thing again."

"Now you're being sensible. Okay, I'm moving back over to your other leg and I'm going to use the razor so don't move." I remained as steady as I could. I felt her renew the shave cream and felt her scrape at my leg. After a few scrapes she stopped and walked away. I heard the water running in the bathroom so I assumed she was washing off the razor. She returned and again lifted her panties off of my face. "Now look down at you r legs and see how nice both thighs look." I raised my head and looked at my legs and saw that she had removed the hair from the top of both of my thighs. "Now you see when you act nice, I am nice, but when you're not nice then I'm not nice."

She then pulled her panties back over my face. She soaped the sides of my thighs and took her time shaving the legs. Periodically she went off to the bathroom and I heard the water run. She then moved up between my legs and spent a long time on my pubic hair. I could also feel the razor scraping my balls. I remained as still as I possibly could.

Removing the panties off of my head she said "Now we have a problem. I have to remove your boots so I can get at your calves and I also have to do the backs of your thighs. Now I could cut off your boots but it would be a shame to loose such nice boots. Yet if I free your leg, as nasty as you are, I think that you will try and kick me. So we are going to have to do this so you don't hurt me and I still get the job done."

She removed the pillow from under my head. She took two cushions off of the couch and placed them on the floor, at the end of the table near my head. She then placed the pillow atop the cushions. "Move yourself up the table so your head lays on top of the pillow." I wasn't crazy. I did nothing.

I saw Colette pick up the frozen bottle with the key to my handcuffs in it. I was overjoyed. At last she was going to remove the key and set me free. The evil Colette then shoved the frozen bottle between my legs. She held the bottle directly on top of my dick and balls. I could even feel the cold through the plastic dildo. I squirmed and bucked on the table yelling continuously but none of it made any difference. I yelled, begged and swore but she continued pressing the ice-cold bottle between my legs. The ice on my balls caused me to involuntarily slither up the table. I went as far as I could, spreading my legs so that the table would go between them, allowing me to move as high up on the table as possible. Then, wonder of wonders, Colette reached down and removed the sheath off of my penis. Shrinkage had occurred. Both my dick and balls were trying to crawl into my belly to get away from the cold.

Colette grabbed hold of my right arm and tied the upper portion to the table leg. She did the same to my left arm. My arms were still locked behind my back underneath the table. My upper arms were tied to the table legs. Now I had even less freedom and my head was hanging off the end of the table, although the cushions and pillow supported it.

"See, I always keep my promises." Said Colette. "Now then, I need to shave your legs."

My smart ass answer, "Why don't you suck on my dick instead?"

Colette - "Well that might happen, but I want the same in return. In fact, I'm not sure I will give you that pleasure, but I know that you will have your lovely lips around my dick before you go to the party."

My reply – "Now you just named two things that aren't going to happen." With the dildo off of my dick, I felt like a new man.

Colette – "We'll see, we will see. Now I need to get started on your leg." She grabbed hold of my leg and pulled the side zipper down on the boot.

I started to move my knee back and forth and said, "Really, if you suck on my dick I'll be really cooperative. If not, this process could take a long time."

Colette smiled, let go of my leg, got something out of her case and moved near my head. She grabbed hold of my ear and put an earring through my new piercing. She did the same through the other ear and asked, "Do you like to fish?"

My reply "Are you crazy?"

Colette – "The only reason that I asked is because I just locked a wire spinning trace in you ear. Consider it your first pierced earrings. It locks in so it won't come off." She showed me one. It consisted of a foot long wire and had a heavy-duty clip on each end. "People use it to catch large fish. It's made of stainless steel to keep the fish from biting through it."

I replied "That is the ugliest earring I have ever seen. You say you are going to make me look good. Where do you buy your jewelry? Ace Hardware."

Colette supported my head with her hand and kicked the cushions away. She then gently lowered her hand. She sat down behind my head. I bent my head back to look at her. She said, "That's perfect" and placed her hand on my forehead. With her other hand she grabbed hold of the wire extending from my ear, and held it taut.

I immediately complained. "Ouch, don't do that. Why are you doing that, you could hurt me."

Colette – "It could hurt you, but it won't as long as you cooperate. I'm clipping the end of this wire to the table leg." She finished the one side and did the same to my other earring. "Be nice. Don't move and you won't get hurt. Those wires are strong enough to pull in a large fish and I will tell you from experience, if you move quickly or jerk your head, it will pull through your earlobes. Then I'll just have to put another hole in what's left of your ears and we'll do this again. Oh, and this should help entertain you." She again placed her panties over my head.

My head was back so far that my mouth was open. I had no doubt that I needed to be careful or I would wish that I only had tiny holes in my earlobes. I remained very still. I felt her unlock one of my ankles and she removed my boot and my stocking. My leg was placed atop the table and it protruded over the end of the table. Colette quickly shaved the rest of the leg. She lifted the leg and shaved the backside. She then returned my leg to the side of the table and again locked my ankle to the table leg. She treated my other leg in the same manner.

She removed the towel from my chest and undid the buttons down the front of my dress. She then worked the dress off of both of my shoulders. "I'm going to be very careful here. I don't want you to get hurt." She took my stockings and tied one stocking to each wrist. She unlocked my handcuffs and untied my right upper arm binding. I tried to move my right arm but the end of the stocking was tied to something so my movements were restricted.

Had I more freedom I might have tried to rip my arms loose, but being anchored by your own earlobes is very intimidating.

She loosened the tether and my right arm had more freedom but it was still restricted. I was instructed to work the dress down my arm and over my elbow. She then untied the end of the stocking but held on to the stocking, still controlling the movements of my right arm. Colette gave me clear and precise instructions on moving my arm as she maneuvered the tether. I pulled my arm free of the sleeve of my dress. She then let go of the stocking and told me how to move my arm. Eventually my arm was parallel to the table and straight over my head. She then had me bend my elbow and she took the end of the stocking and tied it off. She moved my elbow sideways to expose my underarm. My pit hair was quickly shaved. She reversed the process keeping my arm outside of the dress and again secured my right arm back under the table. She quickly serviced my left armpit in the same manner. She again locked my wrists under the table with the handcuffs.

"Now you were good and I'm going to give you a little reward." She removed her panties from my face. She was on her knees and her dick was staring at me. "Just take the head in your mouth and then I'll release your ears." I had no choice. My mouth was partially open and my head was immobilized. She slowly pushed her dick into my mouth. We remained still for some time. I lay there incapable of moving while I had the head of her dick between my lips. She very gently began to move her cock in and out of my mouth. I was afraid that she would move her penis too far down my throat and cause me to gag and jerk my head but Colette was very careful with her thrusting. Then as I stimulated her dick with my mouth I feared that she would cum in my mouth, causing me to gag.

Finally Colette said "Well I would like to continue this but now isn't the time for me to shoot into your mouth." She then removed her cock from my mouth and released the metal lines from the table freeing my ears. She brought back the cushions and the pillow allowing me some support for my neck.

Colette moved down to my stomach and grabbed my dick in her hand saying in baby talk "You poor little baby, you're still cold. That's okay, momma knows how to warm you up." She then took my dick in her mouth and started to tongue the head of my penis. My dick was already hard due to my recent cock sucking adventure and my general stimulation over the past few hours. She then began moving her head up and down on my penis. God it felt good, I needed release and I was finally going to get it. She continued sucking on me and I started moving my hips up and down to further the excitement. Just as I was getting close to my release she removed her mouth from my dick.

She moved back up near my face and said "Boy that was fun. Now lets have a look at your chest." I pleaded for her to return to my dick but to no avail. Colette opened my front closure bra and then had me sit up as well as I could so she could cut the laces on the back of my corset. She then unbuttoned my corset busk, and complained about all of the hair on my chest. "We'll make quick work of that." She then soaped up my chest and shaved off every remaining hair.

She squirted some shave cream on each of my nipples and started to play with my nipples using both of her hands. She would massage one tit and pinch the other, then reverse the process. Until now I had never enjoyed having my nipples played with. I really wanted her to play with my cock but I did enjoy the attention she gave to my nipples. Finally she wiped the shave cream off of my chest and said "Lets work on your face."

She then began applying the makeup. She talked thorough the entire process of starting with a concealer, then applying a foundation followed by translucent powder. She then worked on my eyes. She put on three different products, a base color, a crease color and what she called a highlight color. Then she added some more translucent powder. I couldn't see the results yet but I had faith that she knew a lot more about makeup than I ever would. She added mascara to my lashes, added blush and then worked on my lips with a lip brush.

At this point I was into this process and would have let her finish even if I didn't have my wrists locked together. She used an eyebrow pencil on my plucked brows and then she told me to close my eyes and she sprayed on a product that she said would "set" my face. "You won't believe what this product will do. No more lipstick on your coffee cup. No more eye shadow on your boyfriends underwear."

I didn't bother to argue that I wasn't a cocksucker.

She wiped off my nipples and then applied some glue to a disk and applied it to my right nipple. The disk extended out to cover the entire areola. The disk had some rough edges or small pins that surrounded and dug into the nipple. She applied another to my left nipple. "Sometimes I like to pierce the nipples but since you have been nice to me I don't think that I'll bother."

Thank God.

She then moved to my head and removed one of the cushions from under my head. One cushion and the pillow remained and she told me to "rest your head on the pillow." I let my head move down to the pillow. It was uncomfortable having my head inverted but it was better than holding my head in the air. She moved to the head of the table, knelt down so that her dick was at the right height for my mouth. She pressed the head of her prick against my lips but I refused to open my mouth.

Colette – "Are you familiar with a Prince Albert piercing?" I had a vague understanding that it had to do with the piercing of the penis. "See I take this needle and shove it through your piss hole and then shove the needle through the head of your cock. It's kind of neat because then you can have your dick inside of a tube and have a lock go through the Prince Albert. It makes a very nice chastity device."

I have another little trick where I pierce both nipples and the cock and then chain your tits to your cock. It's really messy when you take a piss. Now you either open up that pussy mouth of yours or you'll find out what it's like to get a Prince Albert.

I reluctantly opened my mouth as Colette pushed her penis into my mouth. She began to rhythmically thrust her prick in and out. She was careful not to go too deep because she was sure to gag me. She continued on her knees moving her penis in and out of my mouth. I felt the tip of her cock moving close to the back of my throat, but not so far that it would gag me. There was nothing that I could do. She kept plunging her dick into my face until she finally shuddered and squirted her cum right into my mouth. Her dick was so far down my throat that I was forced to swallow her cum. I was surprised that there was very little taste.

Colette removed her flaccid penis from my mouth, stood up and put on her panties. She handed my back the bottle with the key in it. I asked her how she had removed my handcuffs when she didn't have the key. She replied "I have an extra handcuff key with me. I can't be bothered with getting the keys out for all the prissy little cocksucking faggots that I come across."

As she was leaving, she said, "Listen Honey, they want you to go down to the lounge, you were really a big hit with everyone. They told me to tell you to put on something nice. I want to be clear about this. They are telling and not asking. Also, when they say nice, they don't mean a shirt and pants. They would prefer something short and sexy. A leather miniskirt is always good. Okay, I'm off, see you in the lounge. Try not to let my cum stain that cute little dress of yours."

The ice was mostly melted and soon I had the key that provided my release. I unlocked my handcuffs, sat up and released my legs. I did need to clean up, and I needed to brush my teeth. I was sure of one thing, I wasn't going to the lounge. I was going to clean up, pack up and get out of here. I was once again alone, except for the mirror. I began to carefully plot my escape.

I looked in the mirror and saw that Colette had done a wonderful job on my makeup. She had also plucked the hell out of my eyebrows. I was undeterred. I removed the penis from my asshole and the fishing things from my ears and tossed them in the trash. I took a shower and washed my body clean. I tried to remove the disks that had been glued to my nipples but they were on too securely, I would have to remove them later. I dried myself in the bathroom. I didn't think there were any cameras other than the ones behind the large mirror, but I couldn't be sure. If I gave a good show in front of the large mirror, I just might be able to make my escape.

I walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist. My clothes were spread around the room and my computer and suitcases were across the room. To leave, I would have to gather my things and move them past the mirror, over to the door.

I picked up both suitcases and walked past the mirror. I put my man suitcases near the door, and opened my girly suitcase on top of the table. I then began rummaging through the girly suitcase.

This plan was brilliant; I would put on some of these clothes and prance past the mirror, making it look like I was getting ready to go down to the lounge. At the last minute I would change into my normal man clothes, hop in my car and take off.

I put on a pair of black lace thong panties with scalloped trim along the top and a sexy keyhole in the back. I then walked past the mirror and made sure that both my front and back were seen. I had my back turned to the mirror as I bent over to pick up some of the things that were on the floor. I'm sure they didn't get the message but I was telling them that they could kiss my ass.

I added the matching bra and again ventured into the room, picking up various things and adding them to my suitcases. I put my silicone tits in place and again walked past the mirror. This time I put my computer into its bag and held the bag against my side away from the mirror so that my body acted as a screen keeping the camera from seeing the bag.

I added some black panty hose and for the mirror's benefit I put on some 3-inch high black closed toe Mary Jane style shoes. I walked over to the coffee table and placed my foot on the table in front of the mirror and buttoned the strap on each shoe.

I then added my sheer long sleeve black ruffled blouse. This is a killer blouse with a high collar and buttoned cuffs. It is ultra feminine with 4 sets of ruffles running vertically on either side of the buttons. You could clearly see my beautiful bra through the blouse. My penis started to come alive and I actually thought about going down to the lounge. I did look good in this outfit and they wanted me there. No I thought, going there would only lead to trouble. I needed to stay with my plan.

I added my black lambskin leather skirt. The skirt ran to mid thigh and was more than just sexy. I walked in front of the mirror and looked at myself from all angles. I did look good although a little bulgy in the stomach area. I would have looked better wearing my corset but the corset wasn't a good look with the shear blouse and besides that witch Colette had cut the laces. After I thought for a second I realized that I was only dressing for the camera, so I surly didn't need my corset. Yet as I looked at myself, I again considered going to the lounge. I then saw the reflection of the coffee table in the mirror and knew that the smart thing to do was to leave.

I moved my girly suitcase near the door and placed Colette's makeup on the coffee table. I took some face powder and went close to the mirror and started to powder my face. I knew enough not to get all dressed and then work on my face, but thought the viewer would just think I didn't know any better. I made a big deal about looking around and adjusting the lights and finally acted as if the lighting wasn't good enough. I picked up the makeup and headed back towards the bathroom. It takes women a long time to put on makeup, and it takes men even longer if they want to look good. I calculated that I had a good long time before I needed to show up again in front of the mirror. Now was the time for me to escape!

I took out my silicone breasts and threw them back into the suitcase. I did the same with my skirt and shoes. I put on a pair of pants and a windbreaker and just put my loafers on over my stockings. No one would be able to tell that I wasn't wearing socks. I quietly opened the door, took my three bags and left the room.

I went to the end of the hall and down an emergency exit. I kept my head down and hoped no one would connect this normal man to the sexy image that was supposed to be preparing herself upstairs.

I opened the door into the parking lot and walked with my bags over to my car, which was two rows over, and to the left. When I got to the car I saw that the windows had been painted over with some white substance. I didn't care. I was going to leave this place. I put my bags into the trunk and got into the driver's seat. No good, I couldn't see through the windshield. I needed to clean the windshield before I could leave. I started the car and turned on the squirts and windshield wipers. The wiper fluid helped some, but I had only a little fluid left and quickly used that up. I still needed to clean off the windows.

My only choice was to go back to the room, get towels and soak them in water and then come back and wash off the windows. I shut off the engine and went back to my room, slowly opened the door and slipped into the bathroom, hoping that I wasn't noticed. I took all of the towels and wet them down and again slipped out of the door as quickly and quietly as I could.

I made it down the stairs and over to my car with two armloads of wet towels. I placed the towels on the hood of the car, took one of the towels and started working on the driver's side of the windshield. I figured that I could roll down all of the side windows and only had to clean off the windshield and rear window. I was rubbing the windshield hard with the towel and the white stuff was beginning to come off when I heard a voice behind me say are you having a problem? I didn't even look, I just kept rubbing and said, no that's okay, I don't need any help I can handle this myself.

I then felt a tap on my shoulder and the voice said, "I asked you if you needed any help." I turned around ready to tell him that I was fine and saw two police officers standing in front of me. Their squad car was parked behind them. In my haste I hadn't even heard them drive up. I could see that they were a little irritated and I'm sure they felt that I didn't show them the proper respect so I did what I could to make amends. I said, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize you guys were cops. Some jerks put this paint on my car and I'm trying to get it off so I can drive away.

The larger of the two said, "We sometimes have problems here so we are on the lookout for anything strange going on in the parking lot. We didn't see anyone paint your windows, but now I'm wondering if we just caught someone trying to steal hotel property."

I said, "What, these towels? I'm not stealing these. You can see that my windows are messed up. I'm staying at this hotel."

The smaller cop asked, "Are you registered at this hotel."

"I certainly am, I'm in room 205. You don't have any reason to bother me. My windows are messed up because you're not doing your job. Now you're giving me a hard time and I didn't do anything." Immediately after saying that I wished I could take it back because they were now both pissed at me.

The two cops looked at each other and the short one says, "Well Mack, I guess we aren't doing our job. This man is a taxpayer. He pays our salaries. The least we can do is conduct a proper investigation." Mack looked at me and said, "Turn around and put your hands on top of your car."

I turned around and protested saying, "Look, I'm sorry, I have just had a hard night. I really didn't mean to spout off like that." I put my hands on the roof of the car.

From behind me I heard, "Do you mind if we look in your car? We just want to make sure that that we aren't missing another major felony like that windshield painting crime wave."

"Go ahead. The keys are in my pocket. I have nothing to hide."

They took the keys from my pocket and one man searched the car as the other man stood behind me. When the trunk of the car was opened the cop said, "I thought that you were staying at this hotel. You have your suitcases in the trunk and a bunch of hotel towels on your car. That makes me think that you are getting ready to leave."

"Look, I'm checked in. I went to my room and I didn't like the room, in fact I don't even like the hotel. I'm funny that way sometimes I'll check in to two or three hotels in a night before I find one that suits me."

The next thing I knew I was pushed up against the car by Mack who was twisting my arm into a hammerlock. I heard him say, "Something is fishy here. I'm cuffing this guy until we straighten this out." He locked my arms behind my back then turned me around and pushed against my chest so my back was pressed against the car.

Now they were both in my face, both of them asking me questions so fast it was hard to even answer them. "What are you doing here? Are you robbing this place or just casing it? We thought you were stealing the towels have you stolen any other property from the hotel? If we open these suitcases are we going to see anything that you don't want us to see?"

I said, "Look, I'm not doing anything illegal. I haven't stolen the towels I'm still on hotel property. You have no reason to be treating me like this."

Mack seemed to finally comprehend my position. He said, "Well Harry, let's take this guys bags and go to the hotel managers office and straighten this out."

I stammered, "I don't really want to go back in there. I don't like it here."

Harry - "You have two choices, we can go into the hotel and take care of this or we can go to the station house, you decide."

Faced with this decision I said, "Lets go into the hotel."

They marched me into the hotel with my arms cuffed behind my back like a common criminal. They brought along my computer and my two bags and we finally were taken to the manager's office.

The manager's name was Susan. She was tall and blond and under other circumstances I would consider her good looking. Since she ran this place I knew she was devious and I would have to be careful.

Mack told the story of how they found me in the parking lot wiping my car off with the hotel towels. How they were very reasonable with me but that I became loud and obnoxious and then resisted arrest.

I protested saying that I hadn't resisted arrest, I didn't mean to be obnoxious and that I was sorry for any problems that I caused.

Susan asked if I was registered in the hotel.

Harry - "He says he is registered in room 205."

Susan - "Okay I'll just get the sign in records and we'll see if we can straighten this out." She left to get the records and I spent an uncomfortable moment with the two police officers.

Mack - "I think we should still take him in."

Harry - "Lets just see what's going on. We don't want to have to fill out a lot of paper work."

Susan came back with the files and asked me my name and she said that I was registered for the whole week.

Mack - "He said he was leaving the hotel, he said he didn't like it here and he was going to go somewhere else."

Susan - "I'm sorry to hear that, he is still registered in the room. I have no record of him checking out."

I said, "I was just about to go into the lobby and check out. I'm sorry, I wasn't happy with the accommodations. I will of course pay for the one night's stay even though I haven't stayed the full night."

Susan - "Okay, there is still the matter of the towels and you are leaving in an awful hurry. I think we should just look in the bags to make sure that you aren't leaving with hotel property. If everything is fine then you can leave."

Mack - "Do you give us permission to open the bags?"

I thought about the panties and bras and things I had in the one bag. I really didn't want everyone pulling out this stuff. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I decided to go on the offensive. I said, "Listen, I'm not the one who should be arrested. She should be arrested. You are going to open that one case and you are going to see women's clothing. I admit that I like to dress up like a woman, but only in my room, not in public. It's not against the law for me to do that. What is against the law is for people to be photographing me without my knowledge. This hotel has secret cameras in the rooms and they take pictures of the people renting the rooms. That's not right, it must be illegal. If they are doing it to me, they are doing it to lots of people. Maybe your wife or sister stayed here and they have films of them."

Harry - "That's a very serious charge. Susan you wouldn't be taken pictures of people in their rooms would you?"

Susan - "Well yes actually we do sometimes, but only if the renter specifically asks us to film him or her. We rent some theme rooms. Frequently a couple will stay in the honeymoon suite and have us take pictures of them making love. It's a lasting remembrance that they cherish for all time."

I said that, "I never asked to be filmed. I specifically told your people over the telephone that I didn't want to be filmed. You people just wouldn't listen."

Mack - "Okay everyone calm down." Pointing at me he questioned "Do you give us permission to check your bags?"

I answered yes.

Mack - "Okay, good, now I don't want to hear another word from you unless we ask you a question. Just stand over there and be quiet. I'm still not sure if a crime was committed or not."

I leaned against the wall. I was across from Susan's desk while they were standing on the other side of the desk.

Harry picked up my "male" bag and dumped the contents onto a table next to the desk. The three of them pawed through my stuff and finally agreed that there was nothing wrong with the contents. I was cringing at the thought of what would happen next.

I saw my girly bag dumped on the table. I closed my eyes and could hear a discussion of how pretty this thing was and how Susan would like to get a blouse like that. One of the cops said what the heck is this thing. Susan answered, "You are holding a corset. It's like a girdle only more restrictive. You put it around your waist, tighten it up and it gives you a narrow waist, a nice womanly shape."

Harry - "So when the faggot is doing his boyfriends they can pretend that he's all woman." They all laughed.

Mack looked at me and said, "What do you say faggot. I'll bet that you would give anything to get all dressed up in your corset and stuff and get down on your knees and do us all right here."

Susan said "You can leave me out of this. I don't think he likes girls anyway. He wants to be a girl but wouldn't want to have sex with one."

Harry - "What you say sweetie. Is that what you like. Sucking on dicks and taking it up the ass. I know your type. You think Susan here should step out of this room?"

I said, "Look I admit that I'm a transvestite. I don't like to suck on dicks. I don't want anything shoved up my ass. I just like to dress in woman's clothing. I know it sounds weird but I do it in the privacy of my room. I didn't break any laws. She's the one who broke a law by filming me. She and her people made me do things that I didn't want to do. She should be arrested."

Mack - "You know I still think this little pervert wants to give me a blowjob but let's talk about the film for a minute. Susan, did you film this guy and can we see this film?"

Susan - "Let me get on the computer and we'll see if we have some film made today in room 205, okay, their it is. Lets see what we have here."

The film began to play. I was behind the monitor and couldn't see it but I could imagine what was being shown. Music had been dubbed in and I could hear a voice every so often say something. The voice wasn't mine but it seemed like the film was arranged to make it look like I was the one saying things.

Mack - "Oh my goodness. Look at that will you. Look at that bra and those tits."

Harry lifted up one of my silicone breast forms. He stood their squeezing it saying "You know this actually does feels like a tit."

Mack - "Let me see that. Hey you're right. Here Susan, you need an extra one?"

"No thank you." She replied icily. "I have enough of my own thank you."

Harry - "Wow that corset really does suck in his stomach. Hey Mack maybe you should get one to hold in your gut."

Mack - "Very funny. Lets just watch the movie and see what else this little perv is going to do."

Susan sat there remarking about my boots.

Mack - "Well he's all dressed, now what does he do? What do you do when you're all dressed up and have no place to go?"

I heard a dial tone and then a voice say "Okay I'm still getting ready. Come over in around 30 minutes. I'm in room 205. Why don't you come in dressed like a maid. I left the door unlocked."

I protested saying "That isn't my voice. I didn't say that. They worked over that film. Its not me saying that." I moved away from the table and started my way around the desk to look at the monitor. My picture was on the screen and I was talking on the phone. In this version there was no digital blackening of my face, my face was completely exposed!

Harry grabbed my arm and led me back to a chair saying, "OK princess, take a seat and be a good girl." He then went back around the desk to watch the next installment.

Mack - Look at him he's making love to that mirror. Susan you are going to have to get maintenance to clean that mirror. Make sure you tell them to wear gloves."

I just sat there. I knew it was going to get worse.

Susan got up and leaving the room said, "I'll be right back." Now just the three of us were in the room.

Harry exclaimed "Hey look at that dildo and look at that he's putting it right up his ass. Look at him hopping up and down on that thing. Hey you little sissy, I thought you didn't like things shoved up your ass. You sure seem to like it in this picture. Oh that's right. They made you do it. Hey answer me this, you're the only one in that room. How did they make you do these disgusting things, and I see your dick sticking up so it looks to me like you were enjoying every minute."

I just looked down.

Mack - "Hey Harry, did you notice that we don't seem to have that dildo in either of these bags? You don't suppose he still has it on him, or in him do you? Why don't you check and see."

Harry got up and walked over to me. He grabbed my arms and pulled me to a standing position. "Let's see do you have a little something shoved up that asshole of yours?" He pushed me against the desk and pushed my head forward so I was leaning over the desk. He then started grabbing my ass and pushing his hand against my asshole.

It was difficult to move and I struggled trying to get free. During my struggles the zipper on my jacket started to come down and Mack said "Harry why don't you unzip that jacket of his. I think you are going to be surprised at what you see."

Harry spun me around and pulled down the zipper. "Well now this is interesting. It's good to see that you don't wear women's clothing outside of your room. Now I have to say I don't have a shirt like that, how about you Mack? Do you have one of these see through shirts?"

Harry then pulled the coat off of my shoulders and down the back of my arms. I was standing there in my shear, ruffled blouse. He turned me so that I was facing Mack. Standing behind me, Harry put his arms around me and placed his hands on the front of my bra. "I think I need to frisk this dangerous felon. I think he's clean on top, I'm not feeling much of anything here."

Harry kept rubbing my breasts through my brassiere. Mack said "Hey Harry I don't know who's enjoying that more, you or little miss Barbie there." Harry turned me so I was facing him and unbuttoned the top five buttons of my blouse. His hand reached under my bra and he felt my nipple shield. He then pulled my bra aside exposing my nipple. Harry turned me around to show his buddy.

"Check this out. I don't know if her name is Barbie or Janet." They laughed so hard they almost pissed in their pants. At this point Harry took his right hand and felt down at my crotch. Harry had given me a hardon by grabbing my chest and he was now rubbing my dick with his hand. Harry said "Well maybe I did find his dildo because I'm feeling something hard right between her legs. I think that's a good name for her. We should call her Barbie. What do you say Barbie, do you like that name? How about giving us both a blowjob?"

Mack pointing at the computer screen said, "Hey Harry, you need to see this. Our little friend here is dressed up like he's going to a party. Only now he's locking himself onto a table and he just clapped on a pair of cuffs."

Harry let go of me and returned to the other side of the desk. My blouse was open, my bra pulled over to the side and my nipple was still exposed. I moved my shoulders and my bra adjusted itself to again cover my nipple.

"Look at that his dick is standing straight up. You know Mack I think we made a mistake putting the cuffs on him. He loves that shit. We got him standing here wearing a bra and a see through blouse and he's in handcuffs. We couldn't have made it any hotter for him, well I guess maybe I could if I pulled down my zipper, what do you say you little homo, do you want to suck on my dick?"

I said no, this is all a mistake. I am a transvestite but I'm not a homosexual. I have no interest in giving you a blowjob. I just want to leave.

Just then Susan walked back in "Well, that's quite an outfit. I don't know if I could pull it off but you seem to have the proper flair. I especially like the ruffles, and that bra is to die for. By the way your eyebrows are just perfect. Are you boys having this guy put on a fashion show for you? Are you two picking the outfit or is he making the choices?"

Harry - "No he was dressed this way when he came in. I just opened up his jacket. There is no telling what he has on under those pants. This is the same guy who swore on a stack of bibles that he never went out of his room in ladies clothes. This must be the one exception. I really think we should take him down to the station house. I'll bet that he will make a lot of new friends in the holding cell when we put him in dressed like that."

Now Mack got all excited saying "Hey look Barbie's friend just arrived."

Susan - "Is that what he calls himself?"

Mack - "Well we're not sure. It's either Barbie or Janet."

Harry – "Hey Susan, check this out." Harry again put his hand inside my blouse and pulled away my bra once again exposing my nipple shield. "This is why we think he calls himself Janet." More peals of laughter from Harry and Mack along with giggles from Susan.

Susan – "I don't know, his tits are kind of small and he is a little stiff. I see him as Barbie."

Mack - "Now look at that. This new honey is Barbie's night in shining armor. Look at that she's washing off his face. Now she's sucking on his cock!"

Harry - "I'll bet she gets a kiss for that."

Susan - "I'll bet she gets more that that. I knew it. She is sitting on his face and he's eating her out."

Mack – "I could be wrong but it looks like our upstanding citizen here has that girls panties on his head."

Mack - "I'm not sure but it looks like that there maid has a dick on her and I guess my eyes are deceiving me because it looks like our little Barbie here, the one that says she isn't homosexual and doesn't even know how to suck on a cock is in an unusual position doing an excellent job of sucking on a cock. Look he lost his hair in all of the excitement. Lets see now does he swallow? Why of course."

They all looked up at me. Evidently the film had ended. I finally said, "Look, I know it all looks disgusting and all, and I look like an idiot. But you have to admit that I wouldn't knowingly want to be filmed doing those things. This is still an invasion of my privacy. This hotel shouldn't be doing this."

Mack… "Well Susan what do you have to say about this? Why did you film this little pervert?"

Susan "Many different kinds of people stay at this hotel. Some like this little specimen are exhibitionists. They want to be seen doing outrageous acts. They get a thrill out of it. Look at the blouse he's wearing. He's either an exhibitionist, a hooker, or both."

I replied "Assuming I am an exhibitionist, I still shouldn't be photographed in the privacy of my own room without having first given permission."

Susan turned the registration book around so we all could see. "This is the check in record. See where Barbie signed her name. See what it says right above the signature."

The lines above the signature said "I the undersigned request that the hotel photograph me at any time while I am occupying this room. I further understand that this photographic record will be made available to me, upon checkout, for a nominal charge." My name was signed beneath this statement. I can't believe that statement was there when I originally signed in. Maybe it was and I just missed it. All I knew was that my signature on that document meant that I didn't have a legal leg to stand on.

Mack - "Susan it looks like you're in the clear. I don't know about this guy. It looks like he only has his frilly things in his luggage. It doesn't look like he took any of the hotel stuff other than the towels and he has an explanation for that."

Susan - "Well there is one thing." She reached over and picked up the legcuffs out of my bag. "These are hotel property. See on the side it has our logo stamped on the metal. We supply these in our special rooms like the one Barbie here signed up for, but they are ours and we don't want them stolen."

I said "I put them in my bag by mistake. I never meant to take them."

Harry - "That would be enough to charge him. Do you want to press charges?"

Susan - "We could, but we are in business as a hotel and we don't make any money putting our paying guests in jail. If he agrees to stay the rest of the week I'll let this slide. I think though that I'll put our little friend in a different room for the rest of his stay."

Harry - "Suit yourself. If he gives you any more trouble we will be happy to come back and give him our own accommodations for the night. Do you want me to take off our cuffs?"

Susan - "Oh why don't you give him a thrill and just leave them on. We'll get them back to you shortly. I think I want to have a heart to heart talk with our little friend."

Mack - "We cruise through your lot every hour on the hour so just flag us down if you need us. Try and get the cuffs back to us before the shifts over. Lets go Harry. See you sweetie."

I was now alone with Susan. I was wearing my black bra and see through frilly blouse. My hands were still cuffed behind my back. I agreed to stay on at the hotel for fear of going to jail.

Susan pushed on the intercom button at her desk and said "You can send in security now."

In seconds the door burst open and two large men walked directly up to me, stood on either side of me and took hold of my elbows. Susan took something from the drawer of her desk and walked up to me. She then placed a mask over my nose and mouth, forcing me to breath the contents. I quickly passed out.

When I awoke I was still in Susan's office, sitting in the chair. My wrists were buckled to the arms of the chair and my ankles were secured to the chair legs with some leather cuffs. I couldn't move off of the chair. I felt a familiar pressure on my ribs, which told me I was wearing a corset and it was on as tight as I had ever felt. I was wearing my black leather skirt and a new pair of fishnet stockings. I didn't own a pair of fishnets because the hair on my legs would distract from the look. Now that wasn't a problem. My boobs were in place and I was still wearing my black sheer blouse although I now had on a camisole. I wonder why I hadn't thought of that. I also felt a plug in my ass, although it was pretty small. Instead of shoes I was wearing a pair of black closed toe pumps with both an instep strap and an ankle strap. They had a stiletto heal that appeared to be 4 inches high. I didn't normally wear heals higher than 3 inches so I knew walking in these would be a problem. I had on a new wig, although I didn't know the color or the style. I also felt large hoop earrings attached to my earlobes. At least that was better than fishing tackle.

Susan was sitting at her desk. "Well I see you're finally awake. You're antics here caused me some problems and now I'm going to return the favor. As you can see we have made some changes, personally I think for the better. I'm glad you're awake because there are a few things I need you to take care of before you go to your new room. To begin with I'm going to release you from that chair." She pushed a button, which released the straps that had held my arms and legs. I was now free to standup. "Now you can take the handcuffs off of the desk and cuff your arms behind your back."

I saw the cuffs sitting on the desk. It was a short distance from my chair to the door. I figured I would stand up, and move to the desk and pick up the cuffs. I would then race for the door. The shoes would be a problem but I had to try it. With luck security wouldn't be on the others side. If they were perhaps I could use the handcuffs as a weapon. I knew I wasn't going to voluntarily put on the handcuffs.

I stood up and then better understood the problem I would have walking. I wasn't used to these 4-inch heels. I walked over to the desk, picked up the cuffs and then moved as fast as I could for the door. I reached the door handle but it wouldn't turn. The door was locked.

Susan looked at me and said "Now lets stop this foolishness and lock your hands behind your back."

I said, "Look, if you think you can treat me anyway you please you are wrong. I demand that you let me out of this room. You know I have half a mind to come over there and..." At that point I saw Susan push a button on what looked to be a garage door opener and I felt a tremendous pain in my scrotum. I doubled over and felt as if I had been kicked in the balls.

"You know that's one of the things that I failed to mention. While we were prepping you we took the time to have some electrodes glued to your balls. Have you noticed that when I press this button it gets your attention?" Having made the statement she pushed the button, and the pain that followed caused me to writhe on the floor.

I begged her to stop "Please don't push that again. God that hurts."

Susan looked over her desk at me on the floor and said "This is one my favorite training devices. Some people like to use straps or whips but for me this little device works wonders. I can adjust it so you get just a little tingle, or you get a sledgehammer effect. From now on when you feel a little tingle down there you will have a very short time to change your actions. If you don't react quickly enough, severe pain will follow. You see how I can push this little button and have you lying on the floor in seconds. The neat thing is it leaves no marks, and it can be used over and over again. So just as you're recovering, you can feel another shock. I can even turn on a timer that sends a shock every few minutes. Now this part is really going to surprise you, this ball burner is only set on medium. You can just imagine what a higher setting would feel like. So you see you have a choice. You can either do as I say, or you can have barbequed balls. It's all up to you. Now I'm going to ask you nicely again to stand up and take the handcuffs and cuff your arms behind your back."

I stood up took the cuffs and quickly locked my hands behind my back.

Susan stood up and walked over to me. "Now isn't that a good little girl. Let me straighten you out." She played a little with my hair, tucked in my blouse and pulled the wrinkles out of my skirt, taking time to rub her hand against my crotch.

She gave the tips of my breasts a pinch, walked behind me and whispered in my ear "Now you go out in front of this hotel you little queer and you stand out there and wait for the squad car to return. When you see the car you walk up to the window and say to the nice policeman that you want to return his handcuffs. You also tell him that they were right, that you are a little cocksucking whore and that you want to give each of them a nice blowjob to make up for all of the trouble that you've caused. Now you go out there and give them the best blow job that they have ever had or I swear to god I will fry your balls off of your body."

There was nothing else I could do. I looked like a whore and now I was going to act like one. I said "Yes mam."

"Also, say those words in as high a voice as you can. We have planted a microphone on your body and we can hear every word you say. If we don't like what you are saying, you'll know it. By the way, that little device on your balls has a security alarm feature. If you tamper with it, in fact if you even try and remove clothing without our permission, you could trigger it. I understand that it would be better to cut off your own balls then to let the device go into this mode. When you are done servicing those fine officers go back to the front desk and tell the girl working the desk that your name is Barbie and that you have taken care of the two officers and then ask her to call me, and again, please do it in a high voice." She then walked over to the door and opened it, saying "Off you go now, have a good time on your date."

I walked through the lobby as best I could on the high heels and made it through the front doors. I passed four people who of course stared and pointed at me. I stood out in front and leaned against a tree, trying to hide the handcuffs behind me. I thought that I looked like a hooker and it's just as well since I'd soon be acting like a hooker.

After a few minutes I saw the squad car show up. The driver was slowly driving through the rows of cars. I walked over and was able to get in the path of the car. The squad car stopped and the driver poked his head out his window and said "What you doing there Honey?"

I looked at Mack and said "Hi it's me" just then I felt a small jolt at my balls. I started again in as high a voice as I could manage "Hi Mack, its me Barbie."

Mack looked at me and said, "Well look what we have here. Barbie, I didn't recognize you as a blond. Look at you all dressed up. If I didn't know any better I would say you were trying to score a trick."

In as high a voice as I could muster I said "Actually I'm here to return your handcuffs. I also want to apologize for all of the trouble that I caused the both of you and to make up for that I would like to give each of you a nice blowjob. You two were right all along, I like to suck cocks and I would love to suck each of you off."

Harry got out of the passenger side and went around to the back door and opened it for me, inviting me to get into the car. I got into the back seat and he closed the door. He then went around to the other side of the car and got into the rear seat with me.

Harry – "Well what do you think should we take this bitch to the station or should we let her get our rocks off?"

Mack - "I personally like to get my dick sucked and we both know that this bitch has plenty of experience. Isn't that right bitch."

I couldn't argue, "Yes officer. I am a bitch who loves to suck cocks and I'd like to show you how much I like it."

Harry - "I say lets just take her to the back of the parking lot and let her do us." Before he finished the sentence Mack was driving towards the back of the lot. We parked under a tree in a dark area of the lot. No one would know what was going on.

Harry - "I'll flip a coin and you call it. Who ever loses gets sloppy seconds."

Harry lost. Harry got out of the car and walked a respectable distance away. Mack got into the back of the car next to me and shut the door. He then really surprised me by grabbing me by my head and pulling my face over to his. He then kissed me on the lips and his hands were all over my body. I could feel the pressure on my fake breasts and then he started to French kiss me. I had never kissed a man before much less French kissed him. My tongue played with Mack's tongue and Mack's hands were heading for second base. At this point I wasn't sure who was the homosexual. I didn't want any part of this yet I was becoming excited with the kissing and the groping. Mack, the avowed anti-homo had his tongue so far down my throat you would think he was checking my tonsils. After around 10 minutes of French kissing and having Mack's hands alternatively on my rubber tits and then rubbing my penis through my skirt and then going under my skirt, running his hands up my shaved thighs and renewing his attention to my penis, Mack finally let go of me with both hands so that he could loosen his pants and pull down his zipper. His dick came out. It was long and it was hard. Mack gave a very poor impression of being turned off by a man dressed as a woman. "Okay Barbie do your magic."

I bent over towards his firm penis. I was breathing hard because I was so excited from making out. It was difficult for me to position my head over Mack's dick with my arms locked behind me and with the restrictions of my tight corset. I finally got close enough to start licking the head of his penis. He took his hands and pushed my head down further and my mouth enveloped his member. Now his dick was alive and he was moving my head up and down to his rhythm. I really didn't have to do that much. I just kept my lips locked around his penis while letting my tongue rub his dick as Mack pushed my head up and down on his lap. After around 5 minutes I felt him go rigid as he spurted cum into my mouth. I heard Mack say "I don't want any jizz stains on my pants so you better lick up and swallow every drop of that or I'll stick my nightstick up your ass." I swallowed every drop.

Mack let go of my head and I sat up as best I could. I was red and breathing hard from the sex. Mack looked at me and said, "See I knew you liked sucking on dicks. You queers are all alike." He then opened the door and got out of the car and said to Harry "Its not all that good Harry but you might as well have your turn."

Harry told me to get out of the car. Harry was much more business like. He told me to get down on my knees. It was a little hard for me to get down with my arms locked behind my back and wearing my high heels. Harry helped steady me by holding on to one of my arms. When my head was positioned at crotch height Harry unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and dropped his pants down to his knees. He was wearing boxer shorts but they were also quickly pulled down. Harry's penis was uncircumcised, making it different from the two other dicks that I had sucked.

I started by teasing his penis, kissing it, breathing lightly on it and tickling it with my tongue. As it got harder I then switched to sucking lightly on the head of his dick. He was then hard enough for me to bring my mouth over his penis. I stroked him with my lips and then tickled the head of his penis with my tongue while holding on to the head of his penis with my lips. Harry finally got in the mood and put both of his hands on the back of my head, pushing my head to his own desire. After a while he became rigid and came in my mouth. He held onto my head and told me to swallow his cum. I swallowed like the good little cocksucking whore that I had become.

Harry finally let me go and with difficulty I stood up. Mack came over and said "Let me get those cuffs off of you Barbie." He got out his key and walked up in front of me. I started to turn around but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He pushed my chin up with his hand and I was once again locked in an embrace with the man. His lips were joined with mine and his tongue quickly found its way into my mouth. He copped a few cheap feels, getting a much better grab of my ass than he had gotten earlier. He finally worked his way to my cuffed wrists and unlocked the handcuffs.

I wrapped my arms around him and started to rub his ass with my hands while I continued to kiss him. Finally, Harry hit the strobe lights on the squad car and we unclenched. Mack said, "Barbie you are still a cock sucking queer but you give great head." I said "I want to thank you for the pleasure of your company. You really know how to show a girl a good time." Mack got into the car and the two patrolmen drove off.

I felt changed but I wasn't disgusted with myself. I always liked to wear women's clothing and here I was, in as sexy an outfit as I could have ever imagined and walking outside instead of being locked in a small room. I have masturbated innumerable times while thinking about sucking on a cock, yet I never had the nerve to take the next step to see what it would really be like. Well, when I was forced into the situation I found that I enjoyed it.

I slowly strolled through the parking lot making my way back to the front of the hotel, still having difficulty with the high heels. I noticed a number of cars with the windows painted over and could only imagine what freaks their drivers were being turned into.

For my part I was living the part that I was dressed for, a sexy cocksucking whore. I made my way through the front door and walked up to the front desk. The girl at the desk asked if she could help me and I started to say "I have taken" and then I felt a small jolt in my balls. I changed my voice to as high a pitch as I could and started talking again saying "Please give Susan a call and tell her that Barbie is at the front desk and that she just wanted to let her know that she just took care of both policemen."

The girl looked at me, shook her head back an forth with a disgusted look on her face, picked up the telephone, dialed a number and said "Hey, one of your weirdo friends is in front of my desk saying that his name is Barbie and he just took care of some cop friends of yours." She listened for a bit and looked at me and said "Susan wants to know what you did for them?"

"I gave both cops a blowjob."

The girl relayed the information, looked at me again and said "Describe what happened."

I told her how Mac, the tall cop French kissed me and felt me up in the back of the squad car and then how I went down on him. Then how I got out of the car, got on my knees and sucked on Harry's dick.

She passed on the information adding that she thinks that I'm in love with Mack. She expects that we'll get married and that we will live happily ever after. She added "By the way his makeup needs a little work and his breath is just awful." She looked back towards me and said "You need to go down that way to the beauty parlor. You'll find a nice lady there, just your type who will take care of you. Be sure to brush your teeth"

As I walked down the hall I got to look at myself in the mirrors that lined the walls. I had on a very nice blond wig that was somehow attached to my head. My hair was chin length and done in a flip and I had bangs across my forehead. I pulled the bangs back and looked at my eyebrows. They and been tweezed thin and curved high in the middle. When I get out of here I have no idea how I am going to fill those out so I can look normal again. I was wearing large slutty hoop earrings. My makeup was a mess. My lipstick had smeared from the necking and the cocksucking. My tits bounced suggestively as I walked because I wasn't wearing a bra. Silicone breasts had been glued directly onto my chest. I never considered doing that before because I had too much hair on my chest, but now the hair was gone. My skirt, legs and ass looked awesome. I couldn't tell about my breath but I could easily believe that it wasn't the best. I also had on long fingernails painted pink to match my lips.

I arrived at the Beauty Parlor, and tried the door. I let myself in and a woman said "Hi Honey, come on in, you can call me Cindy, come over to the seat and I'll fix you up." I walked over to what looked like a barbers chair but was probably called a beauticians chair and took a seat and said "You can call me Barbie". I hadn't used the high voice and was pleased that I didn't get buzzed.

"Well I don't know what you were getting into, or who has been getting into you, but while you were having a good time you absolutely destroyed the work I did on your face." Handing me a new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste she said "Clean out your mouth and then I'll get the rest of you back in shape. I'll have you back on those heels in no time."

Cindy pulled over a small portable sink as I worked on my teeth. When I was finished she reclined the chair, placed a plastic apron over my chest and tucked the apron in around my neck so she wouldn't stain my clothes with the cosmetics. Cindy expertly applied cold cream on my face to clean off the makeup. She worked quickly to reapply my makeup. She told me I needed a little "Bling" on my eyes and fussed with them for a fair amount of time. Cindy had me sit up and combed out my hair. A little hair spray and she was done.

Cindy handed me a mirror for me to have a look. My eye shadow was dark on the upper lid and along the upper and lower lash line. My lashes were heavily covered with black mascara and a silver glitter had been applied to the lashes. I guess this was my "Bling". My lips had been outlined to slightly exceed my natural lips, and my lips were covered with a dark red shade of lipstick. The face powder evened out my skin tones and made my skin look smooth and I had a touch of blush on my cheekbones. I would love to learn how to do my makeup this well.

Cindy handed me a new black leather duel handled roll type purse that matched my skirt. She told me that it contained the usual stuff - lipstick, face powder, mascara and "other girl stuff". She told me that Susan wanted me to go to the 9^th floor at meet her in the "Loose Lady Lounge." I thanked Cindy for her help and walked out of the beauty parlor holding the handles of the purse. Cindy called out to me and told me to hang the purse from my arm, and let the wrist go limp, it would look better.

I strolled down the hallway with my purse hanging off of my arm watching my reflection in the mirrors that lined the hallway. I noticed that if I took small steps placing one foot in front of the other, my hips (which were exaggerated with hip pads) swayed from side to side in a feminine fashion. I practiced the walk while I made my way to the elevator. The elevator walls were also covered with mirrors giving me another chance to admire my reflection.

As the doors opened on the 9^th floor I looked through the hallway and saw that all of the rooms on the floor had been turned into club lounges. Based on the spacing of the doors it looked like most clubs were the size of three normal rooms. The names on the rooms were pretty good indications of the types of deviance that took place behind those doors. I was headed for my preferred deviance.

I entered the lounge and was immediately stopped by a bouncer stating that this was a private party and unless my name was on the list I wasn't getting in. I told him my name was Barbie and that Susan had sent for me. The man let me in without hesitation.

I entered the darkened lounge. Soft music was playing in the background. There were a few couples dancing and people were sitting in the leather booths that ringed the dance floor. French maids (transvestites I'm sure) were delivering drinks to the tables. I noticed a large screen TV mounted on one wall showing some pornography.

I looked around and saw Susan sitting next to a short balding man. As soon as she saw me she motioned for me to come over to the table. I strolled over to the table adopting the exaggerated feminine walk that I had recently acquired.

"This is the girl that I wanted you to meet Henry," said Susan. "Everybody just loves her. You saw the video of her earlier. Barbie, say hello to Henry. Now let me get up so Barbie can snuggle up with you Henry." As Susan got up she held my arm and whispered in my ear "Henry is a very important investor in this operation. You will be one of the perks he gets for his money. When you get in the booth I want you to greet him by rubbing your hand up his thigh and then rub his crotch. I've been doing that for 10 minutes while you were taking your sweet time getting your hair done."

I sat on the bench and moved over next to this important man. Maybe if I treated him well I could get him to let me out of this crazy place. I flashed my smile, snuggled up to him and put my left hand on his knee. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I said sure as I moved my hand slowly up his thigh.

Henry raised his hand and a maid immediately came to the table. Henry asked for his usual and said "the lady will have a Green Bomber."

The maid quickly left to retrieve the drinks. I had no idea what a "Green Bomber" was but I knew that my likes and dislikes were of no concern. By this time my hand was at his crotch and I could feel his soft member through his pants.

Henry looked at me and said "What have you been doing with yourself today?"

I didn't think he wanted to know how I checked in and got shanghaied into this situation so I told him about the sex with the French maid while I was tied to the bench and then how I had serviced two policemen in the back of the parking lot. He asked a lot of sexual questions regarding men and their penis lengths and how long they stayed hard. I told him what I knew about the circumcised and uncircumcised dicks and he wanted to know how I gave a blowjob. Then he asked about black men's dick size. I told him that I hadn't had a black man's penis in my mouth. I was sure he was about to ask me to go back to his room and give him a blowjob. I was wrong.

The drinks arrived and I tried to have a normal conversation with him about the "Green Bomber" drink. He said that it was a favorite of his and that he thought I would like it. "Drink it fast, its best that way" was his final admonition. I drank it down like a thirsty man. It was quite powerful. I started feeling the effects of it immediately.

Henry raised his arm again, ordered another round for me and said some other things that I didn't catch. I was more concerned with the effect the "Green Bomber" was having on my equilibrium.

Another "Green Bomber" showed up at our table along with a different French maid. Henry told me to drink up and I hesitated and then I noticed his hand moving towards a garage opener sitting on the table. I stopped my objections, took the drink and chugged it right down.

Henry said to me "Barbie, I'd like you to meet Dawn." As I tried to focus on the conversation I saw that Henry was pointing to a French maid sitting on his left. Barbie you may have noticed that Dawn is black." I hadn't noticed, in fact I was having a difficult time focusing on anything at the moment. Speaking to the both of us Henry said "Barbie here has been complaining to me that she hasn't been able to suck on one black cock today so that's why I asked Dawn to join us. Barbie, I want you to come over to the other side of this table and I want you to stick your head under Dawn's pretty dress and give her a nice blowjob. Now this is a public place so lets be discrete. Barbie, keep your head under Dawn's skirt so we don't bother the other patrons.

I walked to the other side of the table and got down on my knees. Dawn remained seated with her legs apart as my head went beneath her petticoat. She was wearing white baby doll ruffled panties. My hands pulled her panties down to her ankles and my mouth went around the head of her stiffened penis. Just like they say, the dick was huge! There was no way I could take the whole cock into my mouth. I sucked on the head and then released it and rubbed my tongue up and down along the nerves of her shaft. I lubricated the dick with the saliva from my tongue and then started to suck on the cock in earnest. I used my hand to pump up and down on the cock as my head moved up and down on her penis. I was dizzy and my inhibitions were non-existent as I knelt on the floor sucking on the cock and pumping the penis with my hand. I could just imagine what this looked like to anyone watching this performance. My head must be pushing the dress up and down, causing quite a scene. I was on my knees, obviously giving head to this French maid. I felt Dawn move up in her seat as she exploded into my mouth. I figured I might as well swallow since I would probably be told to do so anyway.

As Dawn's dick returned to normal size I gradually pulled my head from beneath the crinoline. I heard clapping and hooting but I was so dizzy from the drink that I had trouble getting up. I held onto the table to help me stand and Dawn lifted me to my feet and sat me down where she had been sitting next to Henry. Henry looked at me and said now tell me what's it like to suck off a black man. I tried to focus on Henry and told him that his cock was really big and that I couldn't get his whole penis in my mouth but that I enjoyed sucking him off.

"Good girl Barbie, I think we need to get you off to the room now" said Henry. Through my bleary eyes I saw Henry motion again to someone as I passed out.

  

  

  

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