READER PLEASE NOTE:  This is a work of pure fiction based on real people, so should not offend anyone, yet inevitably it will because of the subject matter.  This story includes cross-dressing, bondage, and sexual experimentation by minors (no adults) and you may find it offensive.  However, if you are interested in the thoughts and fantasies of a couple of unique young boys (one of them was me), then read on.  Either way, you've been warned!  Categories:  TG, BD, SM, femdom, pre-teen, MM.

 

What Really Happened...

by Ami Lamida

 

Chapter 3

"Oh sure, honey.  I know Mrs. Willis from the salon I go to.  You can stay there tonight.  In fact, you can stay until Sunday morning if you like.  Just be home in time for church, okay?  Are you sure this is alright with Mrs. Willis?"

"Yeah, Mom.  We've already okayed it with her.  It's fine."

"Okay then sweetie.  Have fun."

"Okay Mom.  Love you."

"I love you too."

"Aw, isn't that sweet, Sandra?  Little sissy loves his mommy.  What do you think she would say if she saw you now sissy-boy?"

I couldn't help wondering once she brought it up.  Larry and I were quite a sight.  Sandra had let us down from the swing set, but our hands remained tied and our waists were still tied together.  This left us in a sort of bondage hug, and made walking awkward, and quite amusing to the girls.  We must have looked something like a giant retarded crab.  Then again, with Larry dressed as Cinderella and I as a bunny, we might have looked like a very warped Lewis Carrol sketch.  I think my mom would have disowned me immediately even though not all of our present condition was my fault.  But since I'd been caught before tying myself up in my mom's clothes, I know I couldn't convince her that I hadn't gotten this way willingly - which was mostly true anyway.

Feeling ashamed at the thought of causing my mother any disappointment, I found myself staring at the floor.  "Look Sandra.  I believe sissy bunny is turning red!  I think we've found his hot button.  Would you like for me to mail those pictures we took of you and Cindy to your parents?"

"No, no...please, no!" I pleaded.

"So you'll do as I say this weekend and not give me any trouble?"

"Yes, anything!"

"Good.  This is going to be fun.  Hey, I know...I think I'd like a picture of Cinderella kissing her precious little bunny.  That would be so cute.  Would you like that, little sissy?"

I flushed again, and turned my head, not wanting to admit that I would indeed like it.

Nothing slipped past Melissa though.  She smiled knowingly.  "I think little sissy bunny would like that.  Cindy, kiss the pretty little bunny."

"No, please Melissa, don't make me kiss, um...the sissy bunny.  I can't.  Please."

"Cindy, you seem to be forgetting who's in charge here.  I can make both of your lives miserable, but especially yours.  I could destroy you both for life.  Your sissy friend understands that, but what I can do to him won't be half as bad as what I do to you if you don't do what I say.  NOW KISS!"

Without another word, Larry nervously pursed his lips tight and gave me a peck on the cheek.  "NO!  Not like that!  Kiss the bunny slow and soft - on the lips!  You have to hold it long enough so I can get a picture of it."

Larry sought my eyes with his, questioning, and I responded with a reassuring smile.  I wasn't going to mind.  I was totally into the fantasy that Larry was actually Cindy, and Cindy was cute.  I wanted her painted lips caressing mine.  I had never really kissed anyone other than my mom, and this seemed like a good time to see how it felt.  There was nothing we could do about it, so we had just as well enjoy it.

Slowly, timidly, Cindy moved her lips towards mine.  We made contact, and the kiss was soft and warm.  We shared a shocked moment before both of us started exploring each other's soft lips.  We hardly noticed the camera flashing over and over.  Wanting to taste the combination of our lipstick, I slipped my tongue out.  Cindy responded with her own, and within seconds we were feeling around in each other's mouths and playing tongue tag.

Melissa interrupted the tender moment.  "Okay, that's enough you two little sluts.  Sheesh!  I didn't expect you to like it so much.  I think I'm going to have to separate you two for the night.  Sandra, separate them and bring them to the pool house.  I'll be down there getting things ready."

We were separated and led to the pool house.  Sandra had laid out some heavy-looking rope and some duct tape.  Mirrors had been positioned on either side of a four-inch thick pillar facing each other.  "Back them up to the post facing the mirrors."

We were backed up to the post, and I soon realized the reason for the mirrors.  I could clearly see the full length of my costumed body in the mirror, and when I leaned a little to the side, I could fully see pretty Cindy in her mirror.  We were going to be left for the night with a constant visual reminder of our captivity.

"Tie their ankles together," Melissa ordered Sandra.  Our ankles were bound while Cindy tied the heavy rope around my waist and forced it between my legs.  She threw that end over a beam in the ceiling, then passed between Cindy's bound wrists.  She repeated the process on Cindy, passing Cindy's crotch rope over a beam then between my bound wrists.  Both ropes were pulled tight and the excess was wrapped around the post, out of our reach.  When it was done, we were both hanging by our wrists from a rope which passed through the other one's crotch.  We had to stand on our toes to ease the pressure on each other's wrists and groins.

"And this is to keep you quiet during the night.  We can't have you waking up the neighbors, can we?"  She tore off several pieces of duct tape to cover our mouths with, then wrapped the duct tape all the way around us both, pinning our foreheads to the post.  She then wrapped our waists and ankles to the post with a heavy rope.  We were stuck in the position we started in, standing on our toes.  If either of lowered our arms a little, the rope through our crotches would pull tight.  If we both bent our knees, the waist rope would slide down, forcing us to stay in that position.  It was going to be a long, uncomfortable night.

Melissa gave me a kiss on the cheek and then a hard slap, then repeated the process with Cindy.  Sandra followed suit.  "Have fun tonight, girls."  Melissa giggled as they left us - not even bothering to turn out the light.  I could only see myself in the mirror and parts of Cindy, but what a sight we were!  I was quite nervous about the light being on all night, since anyone could look in the window and see our predicament through the light, gauzy curtains.  If anyone thought to investigate the light, we were in trouble.

But some new sensations begged for my attention as the rope between my legs rubbed against the material of the tights and leotard.  Amazingly, I was rock hard and ready once again to relieve the pressure that was building.  I started humping the rope between my legs by bending at the knees.  It was kind of a feeble effort since I couldn't move much of anything, but it was enough.  Cindy felt the tugging and started tugging back by pulling down on his wrist rope, increasing the tension at my crotch.  It took a little while longer than before, but finally I climaxed and sagged in the ropes, exhausted.

Several minutes passed before Cindy or I moved a muscle after I finished.  In fact, it may have been hours - I had lost track of time.  I actually getting sleepy when I felt a little gentle tugging at my wrists.  Cindy was attempting to do what I had done to bring myself to climax.  The tugging at my wrists was gentle and hesitant at first.  But Cindy must have quickly decided she liked the feeling because the tugging at my wrists soon began in earnest.

I tugged on the rope from my end, trying to match the swiftly developing rhythm of Cindy's humping.  It suddenly stopped, and I felt the slight weight of Cindy sagging in her bonds.  With us both sagging, our waist rope slid down and held us firmly.  There was constant tension on the ropes now and no way to release it.  Sighing through my uncovered nose, I tried to ignore the pressure enough to get some sleep.

I actually to doze off after some time, and as I did, I smiled at the realization that Cindy was becoming more comfortable with her sexuality.  She was turning into a sissy slut like me, and we were destined to be partners in bondage to Melissa for years to come.  I fell asleep thinking that this was going to be a long and pleasurable friendship.

 

...end Chapter 3.

COPYRIGHT:  This is my story and I reserve the right to grant permission before it is copied or reprinted (though most likely I will grant said permission if politely asked).  Misrepresenting this material as anyone's other than mine is strictly prohibited.  Although no material is used from anyone else's stories, this story is partly based on the story "A Night of Fun" by Laura Ellis.  Laura's "A Night of Fun", while not the great prose, is probably the most erotic story I've ever read (even more so if it is actually true), and I just had to put my young self into Laura's story to see what would happen.  This is the result.

   

  

  

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