>                       ONE SURPRISED LAD

>                       by Willa

I don't know where Janice found three women sharing her feelings
about men but apparently it wasn't too hard and the feelings must
have run deep if their treatment of me was any indication.

I'm still not sure how I got into it although I have to admit my
treatment of Janice wasn't exactly delicate but I didn't do
anything any red-blooded male wouldn't do if he had the chance. I
thought she cooperated well and enjoyed our creative and
energetic sex life. When I told her I had had enough and wanted
to move on to other women Janice seemed genuinely saddened. So,
when she called that Wednesday saying she wanted just one more
night with me I figured it wouldn't hurt to spend a Friday night
and, after all, I DID owe her a few favors.

I had a couple of drinks at a bar to loosen up and arrived at her
place about 8:30. When she opened the door I saw she was really
fixed up, sexy negligee, makeup, perfume, the whole enchilada.
She REALLY let me know she didn't want to waste a minute so we
got right with it. I had my pants off -- and the skirt of her
nightie up -- and we were rolling around on the bed when I became
aware of movement behind me. Before I could turn and look I felt
my hands and feet pinned tightly to the mattress while other
hands secured them tightly with cord. Fingers knotted themselves
in my hair pulling my head back while a pair of balled up panties
were stuffed into my mouth. Janice shoved me from her and I
tumbled to the floor where I lay helplessly bound and gagged
looking up at four women laughing down at me. I didn't have the
faintest idea of what was happening, but it wasn't long before I
found out what they planned for me.

Helplessly I watched as they used large scissors to cut away the
rest of my clothing. In a minute or two I was naked, except for
the securing cords. They dragged me to the bathroom where the
tiles felt cold on my bare flesh. I hadn't the slightest idea
what they were up to since none of them had spoken a word and
with the gag in my mouth I certainly wasn't able to ask any
questions.

Two of them spread shaving lather on my arms and legs before
shaving them smooth. The treatment was repeated on my abdomen and
back. Finally they removed the magnificent mat of hair I so
admired from my chest. I heard the whirr of an electric motor and
felt the blade of a pair of barber's clippers as they cut my
beautiful hair to the scalp. Done with the clippers they shaved
my scalp as smooth as a billiard ball. God, I could have cried.
Lastly my eyebrows were shaved. There I sat. Bound, gagged, naked
and hairless -- except for my pubic area.

Back in the bedroom they lay me on my stomach on some kind of
smooth, stiff material. It took them a minute or so to tug the
loose ends of the thing up between my arms and body and then I
felt it tightening around me as they laced the edges together.
One of them stood on me to press as much air out of me as she
could while the others tightened the laces so tight I felt as
though I was being cut in half and could hardly breathe.

They fastened a leather sheath around my penis, attached a
leather cord to it, pulled the cord tight back between my legs
and fastened it somewhere on the back of the tight waist-cincher.

I was rolled me onto my back and, after loosening the cords
binding my ankles, two of them worked a pair of sheer black nylon
panties up my legs. The caress of the silken material stirred
feeling of lust in me and my stretched penis would have erected
if possible. I felt pain as blood surged into it. Pantyhose were
worked onto my feet and then up my legs until the waist band
encircled my now severely whittled waist.

One of the women painted two circular areas on my chest with
something slightly sticky. In a minute or two she placed two
almost unbelievabley perfect false breasts on my chest and
pressed down on them tightly while the adhesive dried.

I was pulled to my knees my hands untied, my arms raised over my
head with a woman holding each wrist while something black and
shiny was dropped down my arms. Without so much as a second's
fumbling my hands were guided into sleeve openings of what I now 
realized was a garment of some kind. I felt my penis trying to
erect again as the satiny folds dropped caressingly down my
smooth, naked body.

My hands were again secured behind me and I was seated on a low
stool. One of the woman spent many minutes making-up my face.
Satisfied with her work she stepped back while another dabbed
adhesive on several spots on my bald head and forehead. A wig of
long, dark hair settled on my head and she pressed down in
several places making sure the adhesive was doing its job. I felt
the hair brushing the bare area of my back near my shoulders.

I felt a tingle of pain as each earlobe was pierced and large
silver loops were inserted. Satisfied with their work they
slipped tight patent leather pumps with, what I later learned
were, five inch heels on my feet. I was pulled to my feet and led
to a closet door where I saw the reflection of a pretty tiny
waisted woman with make-up, mascara, eye-liner, lipstick attired
in a black satin short-skirted maid's uniform -- complete with
tiny apron and skirt flaring slightly over a tiered,
multi-colored underskirt and the circular earrings dangling from
her ears. Judas, I was getting turned on again. I knew what had
happened but wasn't prepared for what I saw. It took a few
seconds for it to register that I was looking at myself.

Smiling, one of the women pulled the now sodden gag from my mouth
while another removed the cord binding my wrists. I was surprised
to hear myself say "I'm ready to do anything you want."

For the next several hours I was the perfect maid, serving
drinks, dinner, lighting cigarettes, doing the dishes, obeying
the slightest whim of my four warders. Toward the end of the
evening their behavior changed. I felt a hand slide up my nylon
encased leg and caress my buttocks fondling me lovingly.
Entranced I allowed her to continue her explorations. Another
moved in to play with my lovely, albiet false, breasts while
another caressed my neck and blew in my ear. Hands were all over
me touching every conceivable spot. I was burning with passion,
but they were only teasing me. Slowly, without my realizing it,
they maneuvered me to a lowbacked chair where I was
unceremoniously pushed so I was draped stomach down with my face
on the seat cushion and my fanny high on the air. I felt a hand
flip my skirt up and pull my pantyhose and panties down exposing
my buttocks for all to see.

The suddenness and the size of the first of many items, a dildo
of some sort I suppose, entering my anus brought a look of
surprise to my face, tears to my eyes and a cry from my mouth. To
quiet my anticipated sounds a ballgag on a strap was forced into
my mouth and the strap secured tightly behind my head. For the
next hour I alternately endured and enjoyed the size, texture and
motion of the various objects thrust into me. 

Janice, squatting in front of me where I couldn't fail to see her
slowly and lovingly spread a coating of lubricant along the
length of a large, flexible, penis shaped dildo. She was smiling
when she disappeared from my view. I felt a hand clasp me tightly
on one hip and then the thrusting penetration of the large,
lubricated dildo entered me. The smoothness was pleasant and the
sensations I felt while she was thrusting more and more rapidly
into and slightly out of me were, oddly enough, were quite
pleasing and sexually arousing. I found myself moving my hips and
buttocks rhythmically in synchronization with and in the opposite
direction of the thrusting and withdrawal movements.

When Janice ceased her efforts I was exhausted, but silently
hoping others would continue where she left off. Instead they
stood me on my feet, still shod in the heels, tied a silken scarf
around my head securely blindfolding my eyes, bound my wrists
behind me and, after tugging my panties and pantyhose back into
place, hobbled my ankles. I felt hands grip each bicep and moved
with them as they guided me out of the house and into a car.

We drove for what seemed like hours, in circles, along straight
stretches of street and the freeway then onto less traveled roads
and finally onto an dirt road. What seemed like hours was
probably not more than an hour. I felt the car slow and before it
stopped I was unceremoniously shoved from it. I lay on the ground
several minutes two before managing to work the loosely knotted
cords free from my wrists. Then I removed the blindfold and saw I
was on what was probably a fire lane in the forest high in the
hills. I could see the lights of the City many miles distant and
I could still hear the hearty, almost evil laughter of the women
ringing in my ears as they'd driven away leaving me clad in the
maid's satin uniform, wearing full make-up, five inch heels miles
from home and wondering what would happen if the wrong people
happened along and found me. Unsteadily I started walking along
the road hoping to make it to the main road where I could flag
down a friendly, helpful motorist. As luck would have it I was
able to stop a state police car. Using initiation as an
explanation for my condition and presence. Rather than drop me
where I could call a cab he took me all the way to my apartment.

The sun was just rising as I stood safe in my apartment admiring
the pretty, but tired and slightly dirty female image looking
back at me from the mirror on the door of my bedroom closet. From
the corner of my eye I saw a sheer, lace encrusted nightgown left
by one of my female bed partners hanging in the closet. After
removing the maid's uniform, placing it and the underclothing in
the laundry hamper and removing the heels from my tender feet I
showered and returned to my bedroom. On impulse I plucked the
lovely nightie from its hanger and thrilled as it slid over my
head and down my smooth, hairless body enfolding me in its silken
embrace. I marveled at its feel and the way it fell from and
accentuated the lovely false breasts still adhering to my chest.

In bed thinking about the night's event it was clear to me the
women were not out simply for fun but had been expressing
something very important to them. It was also clear that I had,
for the most part, gotten a good deal of pleasure out of the
evening, even if I was aching all over.

The one thing I couldn't figure out was why I had the compelling
feeling of wanting call Janice and thank her not only for a most
enjoyable evening but for what she had turned me on to -- the
marvelous feelings imparted by the wearing of women's clothing,
especially the silken lingerie. To say nothing of the new sexual
experiences I'd had and, surprisingly, for the most part,
enjoyed.

Settling into a more comfortable position in the bed I marveled
at the feelings I was receiving from the pleasant weight,
projection and smoothness of my "breasts" and the clinging caress
of the silken gown on my smooth, hairless, bare flesh as I
drifted off to dream of the outrageously sexy lingerie and other
erotic and exotic things for "around the house" wear and the
SENSIBLE heels I would be purchasing to- morrow -- or rather,
later today.