My name is Steve. I'm 11-years-old. I have an older sister named Stephanie, who we call Stephie. Stephie and Steve - my parents thought it was some kind of joke. Whatever. Oh, Stephie's a year older than me.

Well, I've got a horrible story to tell you. I guess it's kind of a warning - don't start up with your sister.

When Stephie was younger, my parents were really into making her a sweet, cute, pretty girl. Dressing her up all pretty with bows in her hair, cute little bikini bathing suits when she went swimming, ballet lessons - all that. But when she turned ten she turned into a tomboy. She didn't want to dress up all cute anymore, and if there was a party or something, my parents literally had to threaten her to get her to wear a dress. She always wore jeans and a t-shirt, and avoided swimming at all costs. If she had to go swimming, she'd wear boxer shorts over a plain one-piece bathing suit as a kind of protest.

I tried my best at sports, because I wanted to be like all my friends. But I wasn't so good at it.

Anyway, LAST summer Stephie and I entered some kind of draw at the mall. All we had to do was pose for some cameras wearing jeans and a T-shirt. If our picture was chosen for an ad, we'd win free tickets to the circus. And we won. So we got to go to the circus for free - the two of us and one adult. Mom came along with us.

The show was great - we all really enjoyed it. The part I liked best was the lion act. I thought it was amazing how such a relatively small person could control such a large wild beast. I kind of became obsessed with lions after that, and started collecting all kinds of pictures of lions and lion trainers and stuff like that.

School began, the usual stuff. Eventually Halloween began to come close. All my friends began discussing what they wanted to be for Halloween. A nerdy kid in the class said he was going to dress up as Spider-man, and we all laughed at him because his costume was skintight - we called him a fag. He cried.

I couldn't really think of an idea. Then one of my friends suggested I go as a lion.

"Too lame," I answered. "A lion's a little kid's costume."

"I don't know about that. My older sister once dressed up as a lion. So then why don't you go as a lion trainer?"

My eyes lit up. How I so wanted to be a lion trainer. "It would never work, though," I said. "You can't be a lion trainer without a lion. Who would be my lion?"

"Why don't you ask your sister?"

I laughed. Stephie would NEVER agree to that.

"Why not? I'm sure you could convince her. Bribe her with something."

That night over dinner I casually asked Stephie what she was planning to dress as for Halloween.

"I'm not dressing as anything. I'm not going out. Halloween's lame."

"Oh, come on, Stephie, you've got to go."

"What are you planning on wearing?"

"I'd like to be a lion trainer, but I don't have a lion. Maybe you want to be my lion, if you don't have any other plans?"

"Yeah right! Dream on, bro!"

"Oh, come on, Steph, it will be fun! Nobody else will be my lion - you're my only chance! If you agree, I'll let you can play with my gameboy anytime you want!"

"Why should *I* be the lion? Maybe *you* should be the lion and I'll be your trainer!"

"The trainer can't be a girl!"

"Sure she can! Lots of times lion trainers are girls - right Mom?"

"Stephie's right, Steve. I've been to circus acts with female lion trainers."

"Well it doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to be the trainer, not you. I don't want to be the lion."

"Well, neither do I, Steve, so I guess you'll be a lionless trainer!"

A couple days went by. Halloween grew closer, and I became depressed, because I really wanted to go as a lion trainer and I couldn't see myself going as anything else.

"Why do you look so down?" Stephie asked me one evening.

"Because I really want to be a lion trainer," I said, pouting.

"You know, I kind of began to like the idea of going as a lion trainer myself. Maybe you should take me up on my idea, and you can be *my* lion. After all, you're younger than me! The older one should be the trainer!"

Later that evening:

"Okay, Steve, I talked to Mom, and I'm ready to make you a deal. I'll go with you as your lion - if you agree that next year, you'll be a lion and *I*'ll be your trainer."

"No."

"Okay."

But the next day I talked to Mom. Mom pointed out that Stephie was going to be older next year, and she probably wouldn't even want to stick to the agreement anyway. And if she did - how bad could it be? One evening walking around the neighborhood in a lion's costume. But it wasn't that. It was the humiliation of being seen by my friends being "trained" by my big sister.

But the next day, Halloween was still becoming closer and I really wanted to be the trainer. So I agreed.

"I want you to sign a contract," Stephie said. "And Mom's going to witness it. You agree to be my lion next year at Halloween - for the entire Halloween night until sunrise. If you refuse, or back out in the middle, then you have to pay me 300 dollars within a week of Halloween, or else I can confiscate ANY of your belongings I want to, up to a 300 dollar value. Now sign," she said, handing me the paper and pen. I signed. Stephie handed it to Mom and she signed as a witness. Stephie went to the fax machine and made two copies of the contract - one she gave to me, and one she gave to Mom for safe keeping. She went and hid the original somewhere in her room.

The next day I went and asked Mom to take us to a costume store. Halloween was only two days away. Stephie was out with a friend and told me just to pick up a simple lion costume for her, nothing weird or outrageous, and it will be fine. I went with Mom.

For myself, I found a one piece kind of suit with a funny color print all over, similar to what the lion trainer at the circus wore - only his was skintight and mine obviously wasn't. I didn't want to be called a fag by anyone like that nerd in my class. And I didn't want my butt to be on display for everyone. Mom thought a skintight suit would look better and be more realistic but I refused. So we went with the baggy one.

I looked over the rack of furry costumes and found one that looked like a lion. "I found one," I called out to Mom, who was looking at another rack.

Mom came over and looked. "That's nice," she said, "but maybe you'd rather this other one I found." I walked with Mom over to another rack which was obviously filled with girls' stuff. Mom handed me a package. All I saw was some kind of fabric with a leopard-print. A leopard wasn't really a lion, but it was close enough. "What does it look like?" I asked. Mom turned the package over. There was a label with a picture. The picture showed a girl wearing black tights and a leopard-print leotard. The girl was down on her hands and knees, smiling wildly. And there was a boy standing over her - wearing a costume similar to the one Mom thought I should get. He was holding a whip and a big hoop.

"It's only the girl's costume," Mom said. "The boy's costume's sold separately. But this one comes with leopard-print ballet-slippers, gloves, a matching scrunchie, and a belt with a tail attached. And, it comes with a fake whip and a fake leash. It looks a lot more convincing than the one you saw over there."

"Yeah," I said, "but Stephie will never agree to wear it. You know she won't even wear a normal bathing suit."

"Well, she did agree to go with you, and she did say you should pick out a normal costume for her. This looks pretty normal to me - I'm sure she'll wear it - with a little incentive from me."

I knew Mom was getting her back for refusing to wear a dress last week, but I figured that with Mom's help, it would work out. Then I shuddered.

"But next year..." I began.

"Oh, don't be silly. This is a GIRL's costume. Stephie won't want you to wear a girl's cosutme!"

We took the costumes to the checkout and went home.

Of course, Stephie threw a fit when she saw the costume, but Mom talked to her privately and she quieted down about it.

The night before Halloween I was sitting in the den watching TV. Suddenly the TV went off. I complained and looked around the room to see who might be holding the remote. Next thing I knew I saw Stephie - she ran across the room and jumped, landing on the sofa practically on top of me. She was wearing the leopard costume - including a bit of make-up that I assumed Mom put on for her. She stayed there for a moment - knees on the couch pressed against one side of me, elbows to the other side of my legs, and growled. Then she did some kind of kick and landed flat on my lap - butt up. She wiggled her butt in my face a bit, then turned over and rearranged herself again - this time sitting on the couch beside me but at a 90-degree angle, with her black-tights-enclosed legs over mine.

"So, trainer," she said, "train me. What do you want me to do for you tomorrow night?" She put the whip and chain on the couch beside me.

I was really surprised by this behavior. Suddenly she seemed to be enjoying the part. And she was willingly wearing the skintight costume one day earlier than she had to. Also, I never really thought of what we were going to DO - I just figured we'd go around LOOKING like a trainer and his lion. But she had a point - we should have some kind of act, shouldn't we?

"I hadn't really thought about that," I said. "Well, what can you do?"

"I dunno," she said. "I haven't really practiced any gymnastics lately. But lets see if I can still do the splits." She could, as well as a variety of bends and balances and other stuff girls like to do. I could also do the splits - I don't know why, but I could. I never did it in public, though, but sometimes, in the privacy of my own bedroom, I'd do it just for fun.

We worked out some kind of routine that she would do.

"Now as your lion, you're going to have to keep me on a leash," she said. "So put the chain on my neck."

She turned her back towards me and kneeled on the floor in front of me. Then she lifted up her hair exposing her neck. I examined the chain - on one end there was a handle with an extendable chain, the kind people often use for their dogs. On the other end there was something that looked like a dog's collar. It was fastened with a buckle. So I undid the buckle, put it around Stephie's neck, and refastened it. There was a spring between the collar and the chain so that she wouldn't be choked to death if someone pulled on the chain.

"Now what are the signals for my tricks going to be?" Stephie asked, playfully tugging at the chain.

I started saying some signal-words. "No, silly, lion trainers don't use words, use this," she said, putting the whip in my hand.

"How?" I said. "Won't it hurt?"

"No, silly, it's a fake whip. It makes a loud noise but doesn't hurt. See?" she said, grabbing it out of my hand and slapping it violently across my stomach. I screamed when I heard the loud crack, but then realized that despite the scary sound, it didn't feel like more than a light slap on the back of your hand. "Now you try," Steph said to me.

I gave her one across the thighs, and she sprung into a handstand. We worked out the numbers of hits that would correspond to each trick. "But you shouldn't be hitting me on my legs," she said. "Trainers never do that."

"Okay, as you wish," I said, bringing the whip down loudly on her back.

"Do it on my butt - it will look more daring," she said.

"What? You don't really want me touching you butt, do you?" I asked surprised.

"First of all," she said, "it won't be YOU touching it, it'll be the whip. And secondly, what do *I* care if you touch my butt? It's not like you don't have one yourself!" And with that she helped herself to a quick feel of my butt (over my pants, thankfully not under!).

"Hey, stop that," I protested.

"Okay, now you can feel mine!" she said and grabbed my hand, giving me a slow tour of her leotard-covered butt, crack and all. This sure wasn't the Stephanie I knew! "Now we're even," she said. "Now whip my butt," she commanded, and I did.

The next night was Halloween, and we had a blast. We went around the neighborhood and did our routine for the neighbors. Steph especially did a long show for my friends. Mom got a bit of it on video. A few weeks went by, and Steph went back to being her usual self, and eventually we pretty much forgot about Halloween - except for the photo of us that I kept up on my wall with my other lion pictures.

The next summer, we went to the circus again. Steph had some money and decided to treat me. As school started, Dad was called away. He works for the army, and was sent to Asia for a few months. That didn't usually happen, but he was some kind of specialist and they really needed him out there. So we all said goodbye and I was left in a home with just Mom and Steph.

As Halloween grew near, I remembered my deal with Stephie. I was now hoping that Mom was right and that she wouldn't want to do it. I didn't really like the idea of being Stephie's lion. And, I was now Stephie's age last year and began thinking that at my age I shouldn't be dressing up at all. Nothing was mentioned at home until about a week before Halloween so I figured Stephie forgot.

But a week before Halloween, Stephie approached me. Recently she began dressing more girlishly again, and she was now wearing a short T-shirt and pink spandex bike shorts. "So you remember our deal, right?" she asked.

"What deal?" I asked back.

"You know - about Halloween."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. You still want to do it? I figured you were too old this year."

"Too old for Halloween? Nonsense." she said.

Later that evening I approached Mom. "Mom, I don't want to be a lion for Stephie."

"Well, Stevie, you don't have to. But you remember that contract you signed, and don't think I'm going to nullify a signed agreement. If you back out - you know what you'll have to give up!"

300 dollars was a lot of money for me, and I figured I'd suffer a bit of temporary humiliation and not lose the money. After all, it was just one night.

The day before Halloween I asked Steph, "So should we go to the costume store to get costumes? I can't wear the costume you wore last year - it was a girl's costume!"

"Oh, don't worry, Stevie dear, I've got it all worked out. I've already been to the costume store - and I got you a boy's costume. So don't worry. I'll show it to you tomorrow when we get home from school - no reason to spoil the surprise!"

The next day I got home from school before Steph, so I sat down in front of the TV. I watched for about an hour. Then Steph came in the door, said a quick hello, and ran up to her room. About ten minutes later she called out, "Stevie, come upstairs, it's time to start getting ready for Halloween."

Reluctantly I made my way up the stairs to her room, wondering what was awaiting me. Steph was ready for me, waiting outside her closed door. She had changed - she was now wearing a black spandex sports-bra top with the word "trainer" printed across her just-beginning-to-form breasts, and bike shorts with a stars-and-stripes print on them. I was surprised - this sure wasn't the tomboy Stephie I knew!

"So how do you like my costume?" she asked, spinning around a posing in various muscle-flexing poses for me.

"Nice," I mumbled, more surprised than anything. I was surprised at how muscular her biceps looked.

"So, does it make you want to submit to my training?" she asked with a giggle.

"Not really," I said, although to my surprise I felt something stirring in my underwear.

"Well, that doesn't really matter now, does it?" she asked a little teasing.

"I guess not," I muttered.

"Okay, your costume's in this bag."

"I looked inside and pulled out a package. It was clear plastic, and all I saw was a leopard-print. There was no picture, but it was labeled with the words "leopard costume - boy - size 2".

"They assured me this would fit you - Mom told me your height, weight and waist size to tell them. Now let's try it on," she said. Then she took the package out of my hands, and grabbed my elbow, and took me into the bathroom.

"I'm not changing in front of you," I said.

Steph laughed. "I know, don't worry. I just want to make sure you know how to put it on - then I'll wait outside the door. BTW - you're lucky you don't have hair on your legs yet - we'd have had to shave them!"

I couldn't imagine why. Steph began opening the package. "Now you normally wear boxer shorts for underwear, right? Well, with this costume you won't be able to because they'll show. But don't worry - the costume's made to be worn without underwear anyway.

"What are you talking about? I asked nervously. She ignored my question.

"These are your socks," she said, handing me some spandexy leopard-print socks. "You can put those on in front of me," she said again, putting the toilet cover down so I could sit down. I hesitated, so she said, "or would you rather pay me 300 dollars?" Hearing that I nervously sat down on the toilet, lifted up my pant legs, pulled off my socks, and slipped the shiny, smooth stockings up my legs. They felt like girl's tights, and came up to just below my knees. A tight elastic held them in place. Steph ran her hands up and down the stockings and said, "cool, so nice and smooth."

"Okay, the costume's not really complicated. There's only one more piece - here it is. You have to take off all your clothes - and I mean everything, including your underwear. Not your socks, though. Then you just step into the leg holes and pull it up your body. Not too complicated. Oh, I'll have to help you fasten the part that goes behind your neck. Call when you're ready."

She placed the fabric in my hand. It felt, and LOOKED like a girl's bathing suit! "I'm not wearing this!"

"Oh yes you are - that's your costume. You agreed, remember?"

"I agreed to a normal lion costume. This is for a girl!"

"No it ISN'T - I specifically got the boy's one. Look at the part that goes between the legs - see? It was made especially to fit a boy. Now put it on and be quick about it - I'm running out of patience - we have to start working on our routine." With that she left the bathroom and closed the door.

'I can't wear this!' I thought to myself. I looked it over - it indeed did look like a girl's bathing suit. Fairly high-cut in the legs, and open back. Oh, and I didn't notice at first, but there was a small circle cut out of the front of it. On top of it all, it looked way to small, like - even if I WANTED to wear it, it would never fit!

"Are you ready yet?" Steph called from behind the door.

"No - and I'm not going to do it - forget it!"

"Okay, I've had it. I'm going to your room and starting to take some of your belongings. And I'm going to start with that new boxing game you were given for your gameboy from Dad - my friend Jack would really like it - I think I'll give it to him!"

"No! Don't you dare touch it!" I hadn't even opened the game yet, I was so excited about just having it.

"Then get moving. Put the damn costume on already! If you're not ready in sixty seconds I'm taking the game and hiding it."

I couldn't believe this was happening! There was no way I could give that game up! And this was just one night, right? But how could I let her do this to me? Maybe not being humiliated would be worth the 300 dollars? Not likely, for an 11-year-old. 300 bucks is a lot of money. I decided to try it on and see what it was like, and then make my decision. So I went over and locked the door. Steph began counting down from sixty on the other side. I quickly threw off all my clothes - including my underwear, watch and gold chain (save the leopard socks). I stood before the mirror, naked. Trembling, I held the flimsy material and stepped into the holes. I drew it up my legs. When it came close to my private-parts I noticed a pouch-like thing on the suit where I assumed my dick and balls were supposed to go. I pushed my dick down over my balls and eased them into the pouch - it was tight, but not too uncomfortable. I pulled the suit the rest of the way up and put my arms in the appropriate holes, drawing the shoulder straps over my shoulders. That pulled it real tight. I couldn't believe I was wearing something so tight. There were flaps on the back at the top that looked like they were meant to go behind my back and be fastened there, but each one ended in a very small ring, and there appeared to be no way to fasten them, so I just left them dangling behind my shoulders. The whole suit felt quite tight, and my ribs and nipples protruded quite noticeably through the leopard-print fabric. There was no lining on the top like Stephie's bathing suits normally had. The circle that was cut out of the front was now about three inches in diameter and framed my navel, exactly in its center. The pouch-thing holding my private parts was particularly embarrassing - the edges of the leg openings squeezed my groin area perfectly smooth, and the pouch squeezed and pulled my parts, pulling them slightly upwards, making me hard and clearly defining where my dick was and where the two balls were. There was no way I could be seen wearing this!

I heard Steph from the other side of the door: "Five, four,"

"Wait," I called out nervously, frantically trying to figure out what I'd do. But I couldn't think of anything. I quickly began to take down one of the shoulder straps, figuring I'd just give up on the money, when Steph said, "One". I heard the doornob click - she used the emergency key! I quickly pulled the shoulder strap back up - instinctively thinking that without that, she'd be seeing me uncovered or something like that!

"Wow, you look cute," she exclaimed. "Better than I expected!"

"I'm not doing it," I said, holding my hands in front of my balls self-conciously.

"Don't be silly, and move your hands out of the way!"

I didn't move my hands. "Okay," she said, "we'll take care of that problem later. For now, let's put on the final touch, the part I needed to help you with." With that she grabbed me by the shoulders and surprisingly forcefully spun me around so my back was towards her. I suppose the slippery stockings I was wearing helped her in spinning me.

"Go away, leave me alone," I said. Then, realizing she was now staring at my butt, I moved one hand to block that. She laughed.

"You probably noticed these two rings that are supposed to be fastened behind your neck. I'll show you how it's done." She took some black thing out of the bag - it was a small strip of fabric, wider in the middle and thin at the ends, with a 1-inch ring hanging from the middle, and two small rings in the center of each end. She held some metal thing in her hands - I didn't get a chance to see what it was.

"This goes around your neck," she explained, pulling what now appeared to be a choker-necklace around my neck with the opening in the back, "and we hook everything together like this." I felt the tight suit tug up even more, then heard a click, and felt something cold hit the top of my back. Instinctively, the hand that had been covering my dick shot up to see what it was - and I felt it. The two ends of the choker, as well as the two ends of the flaps that I THOUGHT would go behind my BACK, not my NECK, were now fastened together, behind my neck, with a small combination padlock! And I knew there was no chance in hell that Steph would reveal the combination to me - hell, even if she did, I doubted I'd be able to work the dials into place behind my neck - meaning that I was at Steph's mercy of ever getting this thing off. As if reading my mind Steph said, "I guess you realize that you'll need my help going to the bathroom now. So you'd better be good. Oh, and thanks for moving your hand for me - nice dick!" My hand shot back down. "Yeah, like I said, we'll take care of that later. Now let's see your butt." With that she forcefully yanked my hand up and away from my butt. I was so surprised by her strength that I didn't even try to fight her. "Nice," she said, letting go of my hand. I put my hand back in place. Then I realized that when she locked the suit into place behind my neck, it had pulled the suit right into my butt-crack, revealing that as well! I tried pulling it out with my fingers, but it instantly snapped back in! Then I felt it - I realized that there was a seam there, right in my butt crack, that must have been sewn there especially to make it rest inside the crack. It probably had even been up there before she closed the top - I hadn't really had time to look at my back. Now that it was pulled up to my neck, it had become exceptionally tight there - as well as everywhere else.

"Wow," she said. "You're just like I dreamed!"

"Steph, you can't do this to me, PLEASE!" I begged.

"Don't be silly Steve, it's going to be fun!"

"Where's Mom? She'd never allow this!"

"Mom will be home in a few minutes, but I'm sure she's going to LOVE how you look. After all, she convinced me to get this costume!"

I didn't want to believe what she last said, but I had my suspicions. "Well Dad would never allow this!"

"Dad's not here now, is he? Listen, Stevie, just calm down, okay? Once you get used to this, you'll like it - trust me. Now lets just get a few more things into place."

I was feeling so helpless and depressed that I didn't even protest. She took some kind of belt out of the bag and fastened it around my waist, locking it in the back with another padlock. It too had a leopard print to it, and it rested just below the back-opening of the suit, low enough so that it wouldn't conceal anything that shouldn't have been concealed. Two small chains dangled from each side. Wasting no time, she firmly eased my wrists up towards the chains and locked them - one by one - with another two padlocks. My hands were now uselessly fastened at the sides of my waist. I tried moving them, and realized I couldn't even rotate the belt to move one of my hands in front - the belt had some kind of hard form sewn into it that prevented that. "Now we don't have the problem of things hiding the important parts, right Stevie?" With that she gave me a friendly peck on my cheek. I had tears in my eyes. She noticed, and wiped them with her fingers. "I'm sure the real lions aren't too happy about being trained, either, so I guess your reaction's to our benefit. Let's take you to my Mom's room and fix a few more details."

Without waiting for a response, Steph grabbed me around my legs and hoisted me up over her shoulder! She held my legs tightly as she carried me out of the bathroom and into our parents' bedroom. To say I was shocked at her strength would be a huge understatement! I never got the impression that Stephie was anything close to strong, and while I wasn't exactly on the heavy side, still, for her to be able to carry me with so much ease - well, it shocked the living daylights out of me! I was so shocked that I temporarily forgot all my misery and just thought in awe about her newly discovered strength. My wrists were still restrained at my waist, and my face was now pressed against her back, just above the top of her spandex-covered butt. Once we had reached our parents' room she put me down on the floor again, then took my arm and led me over to my Mom's vanity, having me sit down on the chair.

"Mom said I should put a little makeup on you - nothing major - we don't want you to look girlish or anything. Just that, since it's going to be dark when we go out, it would be best if your features were a bit more noticeable. Hold still please."

Stephie began to apply a bit of makeup to my face - lipstick, blush, and a bit of eyeliner. Feeling totally out of control, I didn't make a fuss and just sat still, letting her do what she wanted. In the meantime, I was looking at her body - looking at the tight sports-bra she was wearing, her small beginning-to-form breasts just slightly poking out from under it, her thin but surprisingly muscular biceps, her smooth, flat stomach, her cute little belly-button... I began to realize that she looked quite sexy! I had never thought of my sister like that before! Just as Steph finished doing my makeup, we heard our Mom walk in the front door. When I heard her close the door, I stopped checking Stephanie out and came back to my senses. The thought of my mother seeing me like THIS - made me want to puke!

"PLEASE, Stephanie, I don't want Mom to see me like this," I begged.

"What? Don't be silly - of course she's going to see you! Don't be shy! I was actually planning on bringing you downstairs for her to see right now!"

With that, I was up over her shoulder again, being carried down the stairs to the kitchen where Mom was.

"Mom - wanna see the lion I'm training?"

"Wow!" said Mom. "He looks SO cute! Way to go Steph!"

"Mom, you can't let her do this to me!"

"Oh, Stevie cutie, I seem to remember that you signed a contract last year, agreeing to this. So there's nothing really that I can do - I'm not going to get involved. Seems like the two of you are working it out between you just fine. So, Steph, have you trained him to do any tricks yet?"

"No, I was just about to start working on that. For starters, Stevie, show us what you can do. The splits, for example."

"I can't do the splits!"

"Nonsense, of course you can - I've seen you doing it in 'private' before!"

Steph took hold of my shoulders and stuck a foot in between my feet, sliding them apart while pushing down on my shoulders. The slippery stockings I was wearing in combination with the smooth linoleum of the kitchen floor provided no friction whatsoever and a second later I found myself on the floor, doing the splits.

Mom said, "Wow, I never knew you could do that, Steve!"

Steph took my shoulders again and pulled me backwards so I was lying flat on my back. She straightened my legs in front of me, then lifted one of them up and brought it all the way up so it was touching my shoulder, extended perfectly straight.

"Wow, you're really flexible, Steve!" she said as she brought my leg back down and did it again to the other one. I was putting up no resistance, just lying there like a rag-doll letting her do whatever she wanted to me. I couldn't have protested much anyway, with my wrists restrained at my sides the way they were. She turned me over onto my stomach and lifted my legs up so that the soles of my feet were touching the back of my head. "Yes, we definitely have what to work with!" she declared. I was devastated. I couldn't believe my Mom had seen me like that. In fact, I couldn't believe my Mom was agreeing to all this! Where was Dad?

"Okay, let's get you up to my room and start training you." Once again I was over her shoulder, being carried upstairs to her room.

On the way up, something weird happened. I don't really know why. She was holding me tightly by my thighs. Against the front of my legs I could feel her sports-bra and her bare stomach. My head was resting against her bare back, hanging inches above the beginning of her spandex shorts. I looked down and noticed her butt. I watched it turn and sway, entranced by the way it looked in those spandex shorts. I began to realize that my sister was kind of hot! I mean, I had always thought of her as that annoying older sister, always tried to stay out of her way and make her stay away from me, away from my stuff. Even when I started looking at the girls in my class, I never looked at her that way. I never really considered her a girl! I suppose that was partly because she never really acted or dressed like a girl. But now I suddenly began to realize that she was probably better looking than the best looking girls in my class! Then I began to feel sensations in my groin - the way my dick was stuck inside the tight suit, accompanied by the way it was pressed against Steph's shoulder and being rubbed by it through the slippery fabric of the leopard suit - all contributed to getting me pretty horny! I thought more about my predicament - I was completely helpless, totally controlled by my older, stronger, sexy sister... Steph could do anything to me and I had no way of protecting myself. Yet, she wasn't really being mean to me - she wasn't hurting me or anything, she was just playing with me! I began to enjoy it! (Even though this paragraph took you a couple of minutes to read, it only took a few seconds to go through my head and change my attitude. Go figure!)

My only worry was who else was going to see me like this. Even though I was still embarrassed to be seen like this by Steph, the helplessness of the situation was enjoyable. I didn't care, anymore, that she was seeing me this way and began to like it. I wasn't too crazy about my Mom seeing me this way, either, but somehow I felt I could live with that, too. But if anyone from school saw me, well, that would be a different story! I could never continue going to school like that! I'd lose all my friends, everyone would pick on me. That made me scared. If only I could know who she intended to show me to.

I decided I'd ask her outright. "Stephanie," I said, as she was putting me down on the floor of her bedroom, "who else is going to see me like this?"

"None of your business," she said. "You're the lion, you don't have any rights."

"Come on, Steph, please, just tell me."

"Okay, Stevie, look. I've been meaning to tell you the rules anyway. Here's how it's going to be, okay? I know you're not enjoying your predicament so much, but - tough. I'm enjoying it and there's no way I'm going to let you free before tomorrow, like our deal says. I've always fantasized about doing stuff like this to you, and now that I've got the chance - I'm not giving it up. But, I'll let you know, that I don't have any intention of hurting you or spoiling your life or anything. I just want to have fun. Okay? So, like, if you're worried that your classmates or other people at school are going to see you and that you'll never be able to go back there, stop worrying. Nobody from school's going to see you. Mom and I already worked that all out. We're going to drive to another city and trick-or-treat there so that nobody will recognize you. Okay? Well, I did promise Lisa and Megan that they could see you like this, but they're sworn to secrecy and you can trust them that they won't tell anybody or anything. They're gonna come over here when we get back from the trick-or-treating. Okay? So stop worrying - this is just one lousy night for you, and then you can go back to living your normal boring life and nobody will know this ever happened.

"Now for the rest of the rules and things. You know, lions never like being kept in captivity, so it's a good thing you're protesting and everything - makes it a lot more realistic. But, you did agree to this yourself, and I even have your signature on a contract. So, from now on, whenever you complain or protest, no matter how real you make it look, I'm going to assume that you really DO want to do this and you're just PRETENDING you don't to make your lion act realistic. I already told Mom that I was only going to do this to you if you agreed, and that first thing I was going to tell you was to pretend like you don't want to, and she should just ignore your protests. That's why she didn't try to stop me when you complained. So just realize that you're stuck like this and you're never getting out until it's over.

"Next - about your rights. Well, you have none, since you're my captive. But still, I'm going to tell you a few things. Number one - I'm not going to make you take your clothes off. What you're wearing now is what you're going to be wearing until this game's all over. so don't worry about me stripping you naked or anything like that. If you need to use the bathroom, say so, and I'll leave you inside the bathroom and unlock your costume, then wait outside until you're done and clothed again. Also, I'm not going to be touching your private parts, and not going to make you touch mine or anyone else. This isn't a sick incest thing, this is just a game. Not that you could stop me if I wanted to feel up your cute little penis. But I'm not going to do it because I respect your privacy. The rest of your body, though, is fair game, if I want to touch it. Of course, your chest including your nipples are fair game since boys' nipples aren't private parts. And, actually, I'm going to make your butt fair game too since girls have butts the same as boys so they shouldn't really be considered private. Also, last year you got to touch mine. So I'm gonna touch yours. I'm not going to make you show it to me naked - it's gonna remain clothed like it is now. And I'm not going to be sticking things in your butt. But I get to touch it on the outside, through the clothes if I want to. So I guess that leaves only your dick and balls that I'm not going to touch. Now let's demonstrate. Turn so your back's towards me, and stand up straight."

I obeyed. My hands were still fastened uselessly at my sides. She began to give me a full body massage - boy did it feel good! She began with the top of my head, working her way down the sides and back. Then she did my face, gently massaging my forehead, my eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Then she did my neck and shoulders for a while. It felt so relaxing! Then she put a finger on the top of my head and brought it down the back of my head, down the back of my neck, down my back, all the way down to my butt! She continued going THROUGH my butt - not pushing in, but following the way the costume was covering it - all the way until her finger was on that piece of skin that separates your butt-hole from your balls. Actually she kind of touched the bottom of my balls for a second, but she apologized saying it was an accident. Then she turned her finger to the side and worked her way down the inside of my right leg until she got to my foot. Then she brought her finger over the top of my foot and up the outside of my leg until she got to my waist. Then she crossed over my stomach, tickling me briefly in the navel, and then kept going all the way around to the other side of my waist. She moved down a bit to the top of the left leg-hole of my costume, and commanded me to part my legs some more. I obeyed. Then, with her finger, she followed the elastic of the leg-hole down towards the front, barely escaping brushing against my balls, and then down the inside of my left leg the same way she had done it to my right leg. Her finger massage was weird, I mean, it wasn't unpleasant, I guess it was even moderately pleasant. But it was nothing compared to the beginning of the massage when she did my neck and shoulders - that was absolute pure enjoyment!

"Are you enjoying this?" she asked after she had brought her finger back up through my butt, up my back and neck and back to the top of my head, then began massaging my shoulders again the way I liked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good." She stopped abruptly, and I was quite disappointed. "That brings us to our next topic.

"About the training. Training animals works by the simple system of rewards and punishments. If you obey your commands, you get rewarded. If you disobey, you get punished. Simple enough, right? So, as far as the rewards go - if you follow my instructions, you can look forward to a pleasurable experience. First of all, you'll get simple things like food and drink when you're hungry or thirsty, and to go to the bathroom when you need to. If you disobey I'll be less inclined to give you those things as you want them. But more importantly, if you obey, you can look forward to more enjoyable things like more massages and other nice stuff. Plus, I'll be happy with you so even after our game's over I'll be inclined to do favors for you and stuff like that.

"Now as far as the punishments go. Look, I'm not sadistic or anything, I don't enjoy inflicting pain on others. Light bondage, yes, but s&m, no. So unless you're REALLY REALLY bad, I'm not going to hurt you. But, if you ever ARE really bad, I have this." She showed me a small black box with two round silver colored probes sticking out one side. "This contraption came with your training kit. It's battery-powered, and when the two probes are placed against your skin and this button is pushed, it'll give you a very painful electric shock. I'm not going to demonstrate, and I hope I don't ever have to use it. But you should know that I do have it and if you ever get really out of hand, I'll have to use it. It's programmed especially to give the maximum painful shock without leaving any marks or scars or other permanent damage. It works anywhere on the body, even through clothes, without damaging the clothes. But, like I said, I hope not to have to use it ever.

"For stage-punishments, meaning punishments that don't really hurt but are for the show, I still have that fake whip that we had last year." She took out the whip and whipped me a few times across the butt, back, stomach and knees. It made scary, loud whacking sounds but didn't hurt one bit. "And I may spank you a bit with my hand." She gave me a few slaps on my butt with her hand. They didn't hurt either. "If I REALLY need to punish you, I'll probably just tie you up in an uncomfortable position or lock you inside a very small container or something like that. But I hope we don't have to do that. Okay? So listen well and we'll have fun. Any questions?"

She had been pretty clear, and it sounded pretty fair. I had no questions.

"Okay, good. Now, if I can trust you not to pull anything, I'm going to unlock your wrists now and let you move your arms a bit. Can I trust you?"

"Ya," I said.

"Okay, but just one thing. Under no circumstances are you to try to shield your butt or dick with your hands, okay? Like every other part of your body, they're mine to see as I please, and I want them nicely on display at all times. So you can hang your hands at your sides, or put them on your hips, or clasp them behind your back if you want. But keep them away from your dick and butt. Got that?"

She unlocked my wrists. I moved my arms around and rolled my shoulders. Then she lifted up my hands and placed them on her shoulders, and began massaging my wrists with her fingers. My fingers were resting on the straps of her sports-bra, and just touching the smooth slippery material made me excited.

Once she was done with my wrists she took my hands off her shoulders and put them down by my sides. Then we started working on my "routine". She gave me various commands to get into various poses - I surprised myself with my flexibility. Each command came with a loud but painless whipping. She even taught me how to do a handstand - something I had never done before. I was surprised I was able to learn to do that so quickly, but I did! And I was able to open my legs into a splits position while standing on my hands!

"Okay, very nice," she said when we were done practicing the twists and turns. She gave me a friendly pat on the butt.

"Okay, next we need to practice something else. Something real circus lions are quite used to - restraints. Real lions are dangerous, and you can't just let them walk around freely. You got a little bit of a feel for that with the wrist locks I put on you in the beginning, but now we need to practice some more things. After all, you've got to be used to it all by tonight - we can't have you all freeking out and claustrophobic. Now, before we start, you'd better use the toilet. Put this on," she said, handing me the end of a 5-or-so-foot chain. At the end of the chain was a small shackle, like one end of a pair of handcuffs, but only big enough to maybe fit a finger. I was wondering where she wanted me to put it when she answered my question. "Attach it to the ring on your collar. You can push it open now without a key. Once it's on your collar, though, I'll need to unlock you with a key. Now come with me."

Steph led me down the hall and into the bathroom. Once there, she locked the other end of the chain to a pipe at the back of the toilet. "Be careful not to dip your leash in the toilet," she warned. "Now turn around." Steph turned the dials of the small lock that was keeping my costume closed and attached to my collar. She unhooked my costume, then relocked the lock so it was just holding the collar closed. Instantly the suit felt a lot looser. She also removed the belt that was locked at my waist so I'd be able to take the suit down all the way. "I'll leave you here for a little while so you can do what you need to do. When your done, put the suit back on and wait for me. When I come back I'll lock it up for you again."

She closed the bathroom door but didn't lock it. I felt funny about using the toilet with the door unlocked, but my leash wasn't long enough for me to reach the door to do anything about it. So I brought the suit down to my ankles - it felt good to free my dick and balls from their tight enclosure - and took a long leak into the toilet bowl. I wanted to leave the suit off for a bit and let my balls breathe, but I was worried she or someone else might come in unannounced. So I flushed and pulled the suit back up over my shoulders. Steph had taken the locks with her so I couldn't lock it behind my neck. I washed my hands in the sink, closed the lid of the toilet bowl and sat down to wait.

After about five minutes I heard a knock on the door. Then Steph asked, "Are you done?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay, I'll be with you in a minute."

A few minutes later the door opened, but it wasn't Steph there - it was my Mom! I suddenly felt sick with embarrassment again. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Steph's getting something ready in her room so she asked me to come help you out. I brought the little padlocks. Oh, and don't get any ideas," she laughed. "Steph didn't even tell me the combination of the lock around your neck. She just gave me another lock, which she already opened and then turned the dials again so it can be locked without you being able to see the combination. I'm going to leave the lock that's holding your collar where it is, and add a second lock to your collar, attaching your costume to it. If both locks together are too heavy for your neck then Steph'll take one of them off later. Now stand up." I stood and put my hands over my dick. Mom laughed. "Turn around so I can do up your costume for you."

I stood with my back to her, and put my hands over my butt. "Did you put your private parts in their special compartment properly?" she asked, glancing over my shoulder.

"Yes Mom," I said reluctantly.

"Good. But it looks like you didn't pull this up enough yet." She grasped the top of the fabric that covered my butt, where the back-opening began, and pulled it a few inches up so that it rode way up my butt."

"Mom, you don't need to do that - when you do up the neck part it happens by itself."

"Oh, I just thought it might be more comfortable for you if I did it gently first."

Now Mom pulled the ends of the costume up, making the suit even tighter, and then looped the lock through and made the "click". The suit didn't get any loser when she let go.

"Now for this part," she said, holding the strange belt. She quickly looped it around me and locked it into place as well. I didn't bother trying to protest, I was too busy dying of shame. I was beginning to enjoy being controlled by my sexy sister, but by my fat old mother was something else! Not in the least bit enjoyable.

I was surprised when Mom told me to put my wrists at the sides of the belt so she could lock them into place.

"Mom, you don't have to do that. Steph's letting me go without the wrist locks now."

"I don't think you're in any position to be telling me what to and not to do, young man!" Mom said sternly. With that she grabbed my hands and pulled them roughly into position, locking them to the belt the way Steph did the first time. Once my hands were immobile, Mom said. "Actually, Steph said I didn't need to bother with the wrists, but I couldn't resist. Stevie, you have no idea how much pleasure it gives me to see you, my own little boy, like this! I was so happy that you agreed to Steph's wishes! You two look so adorable together! And you've got such a cute butt!" She began feeling my butt.

"Mom, you're not supposed to touch me there!"

"Yeah, right! Stephie told me you agreed that your butt wasn't private. If she gets to touch it, so does everybody else!" With that she felt me up some more, slowly drawing her finger down and up my butt-hole. I shuddered.

"Okay, enough fooling around. Let's get out of this bathroom," she said. She took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the chain from the toilet, then led me out into the hallway. I couldn't protest, since she was dragging me by the neck and my hands were immobilized at my sides. Unless I wanted to choke, I had to follow her wherever she led me. Turns out we stopped in the hallway, and Mom relocked me to the top of the banister. "One second," she said, leaving me there and going into her bedroom. Moments later she came back with the digital camera and started taking pictures. "Smile," she said. I didn't. "Smile or I'll tell Stephanie you misbehaved and she'll punish you." I forced a smile. "Good. Now turn sideways. Now turn some more. Good. Now bend over - all the way. Good. Now turn back to me. Now kneel down. Good." She continued telling me to take different poses and snapping pictures. This whole thing was so out of character for her! At least I thought it was! Finally Steph came and redeemed me from Mom, and brought me back to her bedroom.

"Sorry about Mom," Steph said. "But she begged. Anyway, it's good experience for you." Steph unlocked the extra lock from my collar, and then released my wrists. "It's not for long, so don't get too excited," she commented.

"Okay, let's get started. I have a number of devices for keeping my lion safely restrained so he can't hurt anyone. We'll try them out one by one and see which I like best. First, though, there's something else. Tell me, what is a lion tamer's worst fear, when taming the lion?"

"Uh, that he'll get hurt?"

"How might SHE get hurt?"

"The lion could attack her."

"How might the lion attack her?"

"What do you mean?"

"With what do lions attack?"

"Their claws?" I asked back.

"True - for that we have a number of paw restraints. But what's even more dangerous than their claws?"

"Their teeth?" I asked, wondering where this was going.

"Right, their teeth. So what can the lion tamer do to the lion to make sure it doesn't bite her?"

Nervously I responded, "Put a muzzle on the lion?"

"Very good. A muzzle. So do you feel up to trying one on now? You don't have to answer that because it doesn't matter anyway - you're going to try one on anyway. Now, I have a few kinds of muzzles for you. They're actually maybe better called 'gags', but they do the same thing. I have one that is a harness that fits over the whole head with a ring part that locks over your tongue inside your mouth. But I think we'll start with a less drastic one - a simple ball gag. Here - check it out."

She handed me the ball gag - it was a medium sized rubber ball attached at both ends to a chain that was covered over part of the way with some kind of cloth. At one end there was a clasp like the kind on a girl's necklace - it could be attached to any link on the other chain. I also assumed that it could be further locked with a padlock if need be.

Steph started speaking again. "Now listen up - you're going to do this part yourself, with me watching. Here's your assignment. See the board standing there by the wall? Turn it around."

I hadn't noticed it before, but now I did. There was a wooden board, painted white, standing vertically, on wheels, by the wall. The board was a little taller than me. I wheeled it around. The other side had some smaller, padded boards sticking out at various places, and a bunch of shackles attached at various places.

"Okay, here's what I want you to do. First of all, you're going to put the gag on. make sure it's nice and tight and isn't going to slip off. Then, you're going to lock yourself to that board. First, you'll carefully sit on that seat there in the middle, and lock that seatbelt around your hips. Make it nice and tight so you won't fall off the board. It can only be loosened or opened with a key. Once that's done, bring your legs up sideways into the splits position, and rest them on those boards on the sides. Then snap those shackles down over your thighs to where they attach on the boards, and if you can reach them, the ones just below your knees as well. You won't be able to reach the ones at your ankles yourself, but the other ones should hold you tight enough anyway. I'll take care of the last ones for you myself. Next you'll lock your arms into position. Your arms go out to the sides as well - there are little boards sticking out that they can rest on. There are two sets of shackles positioned for your arms - one goes just above your elbows, and the other goes around your wrists. The hand shackles are made especially to allow one-handed fastening. All you have to do is push your arm against the spring on the back of the inside of the shackle, and the locking part will automatically swing around and lock itself into place. Once you've done all that, you'll be totally, helplessly restrained. Still, there are a few more final touches that I'll need to help you with myself. But I think it's so cool that you'll be able to do the main damage all by yourself. Okay, now begin."

I couldn't believe I was going to do this to myself! But I knew I didn't have a choice. It frightened me - I hadn't yet been so confined, so restrained like I was about to be. Total restraint! Not able to move a muscle! Not even able to speak! Yet, it also excited me. Thinking about how Steph was forcing me to restrain MYSELF, (almost) willingly putting myself in her total, absolute control - the thought made me kind of horny.

"Stop daydreaming and start working! I don't have all day!"

Shaking, I placed the ball gag in my mouth, then brought the chains around the back. I fumbled a bit with the clasp and then managed to get it, attaching it firmly. The ball filled my mouth completely. My mouth was now stuck in an open position, and I couldn't move it a millimeter. I couldn't even breathe through my mouth - only through my nose, now.

"Next," Steph commanded.

I perched my butt on the little seat and clasped the buckle of the "seatbelt", tightening the strap so that it held me firmly. I tried to loosen it a bit and realized that she was telling the truth - it was made in such a way that it could only be loosened with a key. Moments later I was totally restrained, the way Steph had instructed me. It was the weirdest feeling in the world, being so helpless. The ball-gag even prevented me from whining or complaining! I was completely, totally powerless, completely at my sister's mercy!

Now Steph got up from her seat on the bed and walked over to me, checking all the restraints to make sure they were tight enough. Then she locked another two shackles over my ankles - these were made of leather so they didn't rub against my ankles and hurt them. Then she had me open my hands and place the fingers flat against the board, and then she locked my thumbs, middle and pinky fingers to the board with little finger-cuffs! Lastly, she pulled some kind of strap around my forehead and locked my head firmly to the board. I think the only muscles I could move were my eyelids and my ankles a little bit! It was unreal! Not pleasant, but not overly unpleasant either. It just was.

"How do you feel now, Stevie?" Of course I couldn't react. She began massaging my shoulders. It felt so good! Then she moved down and massaged my nipples, ever so gently, through the suit material! I felt funny, a little good! I never experienced pleasure from someone touching my nipples before! I didn't want her to stop. Actually, I wanted her to go back to my shoulders, but I had no way of telling her that. After a few minutes she left the room and closed the door. I was stuck there, totally helpless. I tried listenning for footsteps, hoping she was coming back to release me. I think most of the time I was imagining that I heard something. It felt like hours passed before she returned, but there was a clock on her wall and I knew that in reality it had only been seven minutes. Still, it felt like an eternity. When she finally opened the door and came back in, Mom was behind her.

"Wow," Mom said. "Stevie, did you really do this yourself?" I couldn't answer. She snapped some more pictures and then started tickling me all over. That was pure torture - I couldn't move a muscle to escape her!

Steph came to my rescue. "Mom, don't do that! You're torturing him - he has no way of protesting or moving away."

Mom stopped tickling, but continued to rub me all over my body (except for my penis and balls, thankfully she stayed away from them)!

When Mom finally left the room, Steph finally released me. I stretched for a bit.

Then she said, "You were really good, Steve. Thanks. Would you like me to massage your back and shoulders for you?"

"Yeah, that'd be really nice," I answered.

"Okay. Lie face down on my bed. Oh, wait. Let's do it this way. First chain your ankles and wrists to my bedposts using these." She handed me four sets of handcuffs.

"I won't be able to do this all myself," I said.

"Sure you will. First attach one end of each set to your ankles and wrists, and leave the other ends open. Then stand at the foot of my bed with your legs apart, bend over and fasten those ends to the bedposts. Then lie yourself down on your stomach - you should be able to close the other ends with only one hand each. Try."

Reluctantly I did as I was told and soon found myself restrained, helplessly, on my stomach, spread-eagle style.

Then Steph said, "Let's put this back on, just for effect." I hadn't seen what she was holding, but soon felt the rubber ball pressing against my lips. "Open up," she said. I thought about asking her to skip the gag this time - it made my mouth dry and my jaw sore - but the moment I opened my mouth to say something she popped the ball in and fastened it tightly, leaving me with no choice in the matter. She began massaging my back. It was so enjoyable! Actually, she massaged my whole back side - back, butt, legs, head - everything. It was so relaxing, and I think that close to the end I fell asleep. Because one moment I was getting a massage, and the next moment I found myself alone in her room, still restrained in the same position with the gag still in place, but Stephanie nowhere to be seen. All I could do was wait. I dozed off again, and woke up when she gave me a swat on the butt.

"Okay, enjoyment's over! No more time for sleeping on the job - get up!"

I tried to move but was still restrained. "Oh yeah," she said, undoing the cuffs but leaving the gag in place. When she turned around I reached up to touch the chains of the gag, and realized that she had locked it with a padlock.

Then she locked the leash to the loop at the front of my belt and began leading me out her bedroom door. She said, "Now we're going to the garage."

That made me nervous - our garage wasn't attached to our house - you had to walk through the back yard to get there. And our backyard was fenced in with a chain-link fence which the neighbors - or anybody driving through the lane - could see right through. This didn't seem to concern Steph, though, as she pulled me by the leash out the french doors and through the yard. Turns out our old neighbor, Mr. Thomson happened to be sitting right there in his yard - he looked at us funny but didn't say anything. I guessed his eyesight was probably poor anyway.

Once in the garage, Stephie locked the door. The cars had been moved out of the garage, leaving it empty. Well, empty of what it USUALLY had. In the middle of the garage sat a little red wagon. And, perched on top of the wagon was a cage. And it wasn't hard for me to guess who the cage was intended for. The cage was a strange shape - it wasn't very tall - looked like I could put my head and chest vertical if I sat on my knees, but there would be no way for me to stand up in it. But it was very long and wide - it looked longer than my height, and wide enough for me to do the splits inside.

"Okay, Stevie, this is going to be your cage for the trick-or-treating. It's a really fancy one - I think you'll like it. First of all, it's got padding on the floor so you'll be comfortable. You'll notice that the bars are spaced far enough to allow people to see through them clearly. And the two sides are made of special reinforced glass, without bars. The main door is here on this side - that's where you enter. The lock snaps shut on its own, but you need three different keys to unlock it. I'd better not lose the keys because this thin is REALLY REALLY strong and it would be hard for even the most professional locksmiths or metal-cutters to get you out without the keys! There are special small doors here, here, here and here to allow us to put stuff in or take stuff out. But the fanciest part are these chains and restraints. See, they attach to your ankles and wrists, your waist, your thighs, and your biceps. Normally, the chains are kept lose allowing you free movement. But when you press these buttons here on the side, in the middle of the glass - safely far enough so that you won't be able to touch them from inside - the gears start turning, pulling the chains so that you're forced into various different positions and held that way until someone pushes a different button. I think there are four or five different positions it can hold you in." Somehow I knew that I was going to be locking myself in the cage all by myself. The day before I would never have dreamed - in my worst nightmare - that I'd do such a thing to myself. But now I was sure that I would - without a fuss. I was really enjoying being Steph's lion!

"Okay, now I want to try this other gag on you - the head harness." She unlocked the ball gag and held up the head harness. It looked quite scary.

"That thing looks scary - do I have to wear it?" I asked.

"Try it on - I'll decide after if we're really going to use it or not. Okay, stick out your tongue. Good, I got the ring over your tongue. Now I just pull it over like this, buckle up these buckles, snap these snaps, and put this padlock over here to hold the ends. Let's get a good look at you now. Okay, it effectively holds your mouth open and your tongue in. Try to speak - good, you can hardly make a sound. And it has a ring on your forhead, one at the top of your head, one at the back, and one on each side that I can attach chains to. Is it comfortable?" she asked.

I made a so-so gesture with my head. It wasn't too bad, but the ball-gag was a lot more comfortable.

"You know, I think we'll save this one for another time. It blocks too much of your face and looks too clunky - even though it's probably more realistic for a lion. But we'll stick with the ball-gag, okay?" She unlocked the head-harness. I was grateful.

We went over our routine another time, and then Mom came into the garage and said that it was time to get on the road, if we were going to get to the next city in time to trick-or-treat properly. Mom took some makeup out of her purse and added some to my face.

Mom said, "I borrowed Paul's pickup truck so that we could transport the cage. There are only two seats in the cab, but that's okay since I think the lion should have to ride in the cage anyway." Mom pushed the button and the garage door started opening. I could see the big pickup truck with the back open.

Stephie disconnected the cage from the wagon, and then she and Mom lifted it up into the back of the truck, with the door facing out. "We'll load the wagon in after I finish getting him in," Stephie said, coming back into the garage. "Let's get on with it, lion," she said, handing me the ball-gag. Mom watched with a smile as I obediently put the gag in place.

Mom said, "Wow, Stephie, you're really a good trainer! He does everything you tell him now! He NEVER used to listen to his older sister - he hardly ever did what *I* told him to do! Now look at him!"

I wanted to protest, to say this was all an act, but the gag was already locked in place. Something told me to begin disobeying just to prove a point, but I knew I couldn't do that either. I was enjoying this too much and I wanted Stephie to be pleased with me. I wanted to be her good lion.

Now Stephie told me to crawl into the cage, and I remembered something. I pointed between my legs.

"Oh, good idea, you should use the bathroom before we go." Steph attached the leash and led me through the yard, into the house. Both old Thomsons and their teenage granddaughter were now sitting in their yard. I think the girl whistled - Stephie waved at her. In the house she said, "Don't worry, she doesn't go to the same school as we do."

On the way back to the garage, the Thomsons' granddaughter took some pictures of me. Stephie made me stop walking and pose in a few different poses for her camera.

"Now crawl into the cage," Stephie commmanded again.

This time I did as I was told.

"Hey Steph," Mom said. "Check out how his cheeks move and his bulge wiggles when he crawls!" I wished I was dead. Well, not really. But I was embarrassed. Very.

Steph showed me what to attach to each wrist and bicep, and what to each ankle and thigh, what to my waist, and what to the collar around my neck. Within no time I had, yet again, sealed my fate and become totally helpless. Except this time it was different. The chains were all loose, yet I knew that any moment, with just the push of a button, I'd be held in some kind of weird restraining position.

Steph put the wagon into the back of the pickup truck, on the side without the buttons. Mom climbed onto the back of the pickup truck and fastened the cage down with some belts. "You could get hurt if the cage slipped around," she explained.

"Steph, I think it would be safer if he was tied down for the ride."

"Okay, push the red and green buttons simultaneously."

The chains attached to my arms and legs started getting shorter, forcing my limbs outwards. Then an amazing thing happened. The ends of the chains started to move across the top of the cage and around the back, to the opposite sides, forcing me to turn over so I was now face-up! Then the chains started getting even shorter. In the end I was restrained firmly, flat on my back in a spread-eagle position. Now Mom draped a few blankets over my cage, blacking me out completely. I heard the truck doors slam closed. Then the truck began to move.

I had no watch on, and even if I had, I wouldn't have been able to read it - for more than one reason. So I have no idea how long we were driving, but it seemed like forever. But finally the truck stopped. Mom pulled the blankets off. She and Steph, together, managed to lift my cage off the truck and place it on the wagon. Steph fastened the cage to the wagon firmly, then pushed a button that loosened the chains a bit and turned me over again, back onto my front. Then she pushed another button loosening the chains more, allowing me free movement within the cage.

Steph pulled the wagon behind her. Mom followed, but at a distance. We pulled up to the first house - a rather large mansion, and Steph rang the bell. Nobody answered.

We pulled up to the next house - a medium-sized one. An old man answered the door. "What the hell is this?" he asked. Steph explained that I was a lion and she was my tamer. The man through some candy at her and slammed the door. We could hear the word "sicko" being muttered under his breath.

At the third house we had some better luck. A middle-aged woman answered the door.

"Is he really tamed? Can he do tricks?"

"Yes Ma'am," Stephie said. "And for only Fifty bucks, I'll demonstrate a complete lion show, right in your living room. Or, if you're not interested in the show, then for ten bucks I'll let you pet him. If you buy the show, then petting's free." Steph and I hadn't discussed any of this - it was all coming as a big surprise for me.

"Fifty bucks is a bit much for me now, but I'll go for the petting. Except, if he's a ferocious lion, wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"Ma'am, let me assure you that you'll be perfectly safe, and in no danger at all. The lion will remain locked in his cage. As you can see, the cage is securely locked, and can only be opened by these three keys. The lion has a gag locked in his mouth which prevents him from doing any harm with his teeth. And as you can see," Stephie pulled a chain, pulling one of my hands to the bars. I caught on to her cue and stuck my fingers out. "my lion is declawed. Furthermore, for your added protection, I will press this button and the chains will shorten, making my lion totally, completely, 100% restrained and unable to move an inch." Stephie pressed a button. The chains began to move until I was forced into a crawling position - on my hands and knees, with my butt sticking out way up in the air (there was a chain around my waist holding me up so that I wouldn't bring my chest or butt down to the floor), and with my knees and hands on the floor of the cage, pretty far apart. "There - he's now restrained. See?" Stephie opened one of the little doors and gave me a pinch on a butt-cheek. "Even though I'm inflicting pain on him he can't move an inch." It didn't really hurt, but to play my part I started trying to move against my bonds. I really WAS 100% restrained - I couldn't move more than an inch!

The woman must have handed Stephie the money. (My head was turned the other way, and I couldn't move it to see.) Thank-you, Ma'am. You'll get a full minute, 60 seconds, from when you first touch him. You may touch him anywhere you'd like, except for his penis and testicles. And if you'd like, I can move him so that he's restrained in a number of other positions as well. I could hear Steph opening the little doors of the cage. Then I felt someone begin to touch me. They started right in my butt-crack! I, of course, was totally restrained and gagged and had no way of protesting. They moved all over my butt and legs and feet, then over my back - with special emphasis on the part of my back that was uncovered. The woman reached around my torso and felt my stomach and chest, briefly.

"Can you turn him over?" I heard the woman ask.

"Certainly."

"Well don't yet - in a second." She felt my back some more, my neck, and my hair. Then she felt my butt some more. "Okay, now turn him over."

"Okay, stand back." Steph pushed a button. The chains became loose for a moment, then they pulled me over until i was lying on my back, doing a complete "splits", and with my arms out to the sides at 90 degree angles. My head was anchored to the floor as well. "Okay, go ahead," I heard Steph say.

This time I could see the woman and I watched. She looked me in the face, and then began feeling my face all over. "My you're pretty! Much too pretty for a boy - what a waste!" she said. When she had finished tracing my facial patterns with her fingers she asked Steph, "could you blindfold him? I'd rather he not know what I'm doing to him before I do it."

"Sure, no problem," said Steph, taking out a black spandex mask from who knows where. She pushed a button that loosened the chain that had been holding my head down, and forced my head upwards with her hand. Then she pulled the mask over - it fit tightly, kind of like a swimming cap, covering my hair and ears entirely and my eyes and nose in the front, stopping just above my mouth. Then I felt her push my head back down and the chain tightened again. I tried opening my eyes but I couldn't see a thing.

"Are you sure he can't see?" the woman asked.

"Positive," said Stephie.

Then the woman began touching me some more. She felt me all over, with both hands, paying extra attention to my nipples (why did it feel so good) and the part of my stomach that was uncovered. She must have traced her fingers AROUND my dick and balls a thousand times without actually touching them, although she was awfully close to touching them (and I think she did actually brush against them "accidentally" once or twice). My suit was so tight that even when I had an erection you couldn't really see it. Actually, it's more like it made it look like I was always having an erection. And maybe I was!

Finally I heard Steph say, "Okay, Ma'am, your time's up. I actually let you have two minutes for the price of one since you're our first customer."

Stephie removed my mask, loosened the chains, and we were on our way to our next house.

At most of the next houses, I got petted again. At one or two we only got candy.

At the seventh house a man answered the door. When he saw what we were, he said, "Hold on." Then I heard him call out, "Betsy, come here - you've GOT to see this!"

"No, Dad, I don't care! I told you - halloween's for stupid kids - I'm 14, I'm too old for that. Man, leave me alone!"

"Betsy, trust me just this one time! You REALLY want to see this! Trust me."

Betsy came to the door. She was ugly and fat. The moment she saw me she began to giggle, and didn't stop the whole time. She made her father buy the show for her - he didn't seem to mind.

Before letting me out of my cage, Stephie fastened my wrists to my belt, and shackled my ankles together. Then she unlocked all the restraints of the cage, opened the door, and pulled me out. She through me over her shoulder and carried me into the house, into the living room. She placed me on the floor, and then locked my ankles to the back of my neck! Before going back outside to get her bag of equipment.

We did the entire routine twice, and then Stephie picked me up, carried me outside and pushed me back into the cage. Once in the cage she told me to lock myself in, and I did as I was told. Then Betsy and I went through the petting ritual, much like the lady in the second house did, except that Betsy begged for more time and ended up getting four minutes.

We went by a few more houses, and I got petted some more. Once even a GUY petted me - yuck!

And then we came to a big blue mansion. A teenage girl who I later found out was named Tina answered the door. She was hot! Really a babe. And I was so embarrassed that I wished I could just disappear forever. But no such luck. They bought the show.

Tina had a twin sister who got home from trick-or-treating just in time. They also had a nine-year-old sister who was in bed with the flew, but they called her out of bed to see it. "It's a shame Jill isn't home - she'd really like this as well." their Mom said, taking her seat on the sofa.

We did what seemed like an extra long show for them, and it seemed to me that they each got an extra-long turn petting me. As we were about to leave I saw Tina whispering something to her Mom. Once I was securely fastened back in the cage again - and for some reason, even though all the petting was over, Stephie decided to restrain me in the hands-and-knees position - the mother started to speak.

"Listen, we have a daughter who wasn't here - we're making her a surprise part for her 12th birthday next Saturday with all her girlfriends from school, and I'd really like to hire you and your show - it would make the party just perfect."

I got scared, but Stephie said, "I'm sorry, we don't do that sort of thing."

"Please, I'd be willing to pay you a lot for it."

I wanted to scream "no way". I tried, but could let out a sound. I tried to move, but was completely restrained.

"Please, Stephanie, let me talk to you in private in my study for a minute."

Stephie stepped back into the house, leaving me there, outside, alone with the girls. Once the door had closed, the girls managed to open the little doors and began touching me all over, INCLUDING where they shouldn't have! Finally the door opened again and the girls quickly shut the little doors of my cage. I heard Steph say, "I'll have to ask my mother - she's just down the block. Hold on, I'll be right back." I crouched there, helplessly. I couldn't do the show - I just couldn't! If Jill was even a third as pretty as those other girls - I'd die of embarrassment! And in front of her whole class! I just COULDN'T. It was out of the question. Then Steph came back, walked back into the house and had another private word with the woman, and then left, wheeling me away quickly. As we were leaving, Stephie said, "Don't worry, Stevie." And then she laughed. I understood that to mean that Mom told her not to agree. I was relieved.

We went to some more houses, did some more shows, and I got petted some more. Steph began to forget to mention that they weren't supposed to touch my dick, and lots of them did, especially the little giggly pre-teenage girls, but also a good number of the adult women.

Finally it was time to go home and my cage was loaded back into the pickup truck. This time they covered me up with some blankets because it was getting cold.

The car pulled up outside our garage and I was finally let out of the cage. I was completely untied and I did a lot of stretching. Mom and Steph both gave me a full body massage, with Steph working on the back and Mom working on the front. "You were such a good lion, you deserve a really good massage." It had been so long since Tina's house that I forgot to ask what the decision had been.

They brought me back into the house - this time nobody was looking in the yard. I used the bathroom, ate something, and then Stephie chained me to the couch and let me watch some TV. There was no reason for her to chain me like that, but I was happy that she did. About an hour later she unchained me and carried me, over her shoulder, up to her room. There was a smaller, simper cage there, and she told me to get in. She locked the door. I now was able to move freely - I mean, aside from the fact that I was locked inside that cage. But my hands and feet were free, and I wasn't even gagged. I enjoyed the "freedom" while I could. The cage was small, but I was able to sit up straight while inside, while crossing my legs in front of me yoga style.

I was in the cage for half an hour. She had left her small TV on for me to watch - of course it was out of reach of the cage so I couldn't change the channel or anything. But ironically there was a National Geographic program on lions!

Eventually Steph returned. She brought me a candy-bar for a snack, which I ate quickly in my cage. Then she gave me a Sprite to drink. Then she took me to the bathroom, and after I used the toilet she made me brush my teeth, and then she retouched my makeup a bit. Then we went back to her room again, where I was again locked inside the cage.

"Okay, Stevie, almost time for your next performance. How are you doing so far?"

"Alright," I answered.

"Good. Now, Stevie, you've been a really good lion this evening, and you really deserve a reward. But now I need to do something to you that's going to hurt a little. I really don't want to do it, but I think it's necessary for your training. You understand, don't you?"

I got scared. "Wh... what are you going to do to me?"

"Well, Stevie sweetheart, I need to try out that little black zapper thing. I have to test it to make sure it works - otherwise I'll need to return it. I'm going to set it to half charge so it won't hurt you so much, okay? Be brave for me, little lion."

"Do you really have to? I'm a good lion - I've done everything you've told me to."

"I know you've been a really good lion, I'm not doing it to punish you. And it's not because I'm a sicko into hurting other people. I just really have to test it out. Just a small little zap - one on each butt-cheek. Now be brave. Get onto your hands and knees and press your butt against the bars of the cage."

Quivering, I slowly did as I was told, nervous about what was going to come. I felt Stephie pull the end of my costume up a bit, revealing a bit of my butt-cheek. Then I felt the two metal probes against my skin. I got nervous. Then she took her fingers off of my suit.

"On the count of five, then. One, two, three, four,"

"Ouch," I screamed, jumping a bit, and hitting my head on the top of my cage. "Ow, that thing really hurts!"

"Okay, good, now I know that it works. Now just one more to the other cheek,"

"No! Please, Stephie, please. It really hurts. You don't need to hurt me - please!"

"Oh, just one more, Steve. It can't be THAT bad, can it? Bring me your butt! And do it quick or I'll put it on full charge instead of half!"

A few seconds later my other butt-cheek was in pain as well.

"Okay, Stevie, that's all. You've been a good lion. Part of being a lion is experiencing pain from your trainer. The pain will go away in a minute or so. Now listen up. Soon we're going to begin your final show for the evening. It's going to be a little longer than the other shows we did, and there are going to be more people. Like I said earlier this evening, there won't be anyone there who might ruin your life because of it. But like I said, I promised a few of my friends they could see you, and it turns out that Mom invited a few people. You might feel a little uncomfortable at first because of some of them - but tough luck. You're a lion in captivity and you don't get a say as to whether or not you perform. Now, I've shown you what the zapper does, and I'm warning you now - if you, in any way disobey me or embarrass me in front of my friends, or any other nonsense - I'm not going to hesitate to use it, right there in front of everyone, on full blast. So don't even think of disobeying - got that? If anyone says anything or jokes or comments - just ignore them and do whatever I command. Got it?"

Now I was really nervous about who was going to be there. It was bad enough knowing that Stephie's three friends were going to see me - but who else? And I also knew that no matter what, I'd have to do whatever she commanded. I sure as hell didn't want to get zapped again! And if what I got was only half blast - how painful would full blast be!

"Okay, Stevie, don't worry. Here's what we're going to do. I want the show to start with some fancy special effects. So, I'm going to blindfold you with this blindfold. It locks behind your head so you can't pull it off. This way you're not going to know who's watching, at the start of the show. Other than the blindfold, you're not going to be locked up - at first. I'm going to carry you down into the basement where the show's going to be. Then I'm going to give you a command, and you're going to lock youself up, in front of everyone. Doesn't that sound so cool? You'll still be blindfolded, and you'll have no idea who's watching you! When we get there I'm going to put your hand onto something. It's the seat of that board restraint thing you tried using earlier today. Feel around on the seat and you'll find the ball gag. Lock it into place tightly, and then climb up onto the seat and lock yourself to the board the way you did earlier. It wasn't too complicated, right? You should be able to do it while blindfolded. Once you're securely fastened to the board, I'll lock the remaining locks like I did for you earlier, and then I'll remove the blindfold and you'll get to see who's there. After that we'll do our show, and then we'll give everyone a chance to pat the lion, like we did when we were trick-or-treating. Okay, get out of the cage and stand up so I can put this blindfold on you." She unlocked the cage and I got out, rubbing my behind. I stood up and she fit the blindfold over my head. It wasn't the same one she had used earlier - it was similar, but it had a locking device on it, unlike the other one.

I was carried downstairs while blindfolded. I didn't have any restraints on now, nothing holding my wrists or ankles. I could have tried to resist if I wanted to, but I didn't resist. By now I was a very well trained lion, and Stephie knew that. I just silently let her carry me to my fate, motionless like a ragdoll.

When we got to the room, there was total silence. Stephie put me down on my feet and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, meet my ferocious yet well-trained lion." I heard applause. When the applause quieted down I felt the whip slap against my behind and Stephie commanded, "Lion, restrain yourself!" I wondered who was sitting there watching and giggling. But I had no way of knowing. I obediently felt for the ball-gag and fastened it securely to my face. Then I climbed up onto the seat and fastened myself to the board, the way I had practiced earlier that day.

Stephie said, "There you have it, folks, my lion is trained SO well that at my command he'll completely restrain himself, rendering himself totally powerless." There was more applause. Then Stephie attached the remaining clamps and locks to me, locking my ankles and fingers and everything else like before. Just before she fastened my head to the board, she removed the blindfold. At first I couldn't see who was there because she was blocking my view. Then she fastened my head to the board and moved away. Now I could see! And I could just die!

I couldn't believe that all those people were there, seeing me that way! Of course, Stephie's close friends - Lisa, Megan and whats-her-name were sitting there front center. And of course Mom was there. But there were more - old Mrs. Thomson and TWO of her teenage granddaughters were there, and my single aunt Janet - Mom's sister, who I always suspected wanted to molest me or something, and my other aunt Clara! With her daughters Sarah and Linda! Sarah was only a week older than me! And Linda was a year younger! I couldn't believe that they were here, watching me like this! Also, Frank and Bill from down the street - two nice middle-age men who were supposedly "roommates" but everyone suspected that they were gay - they were there! There were also a few other people whom I didn't recognize. As I stared at them all (practically the only muscles I could move in this state were my eye muscles), Stephie leaned towards me and whispered, "Sorry about all this. I just invited my three friends - Mom must have invited all of them."

'Way to go Mom!' I thought. 'I knew I could trust you!'

Stephie began giving a bogus lecture about lions, "demonstrating" things on my helpless body. Then she turned on some spice-girls music and untied me, and we began doing our show. I followed all my commands exactly, despite the my utter embarrassment. I could see the black zapper at the side of the room and I didn't want to experience that pain again!

Stephie was right - the show did last extra long. When it finally ended, we got a standing ovation. Stephie told me to get on my hands and knees, which I did. Then she straddled me with her legs, and massaged my neck and shoulders. That felt good.

Then Mom got up off her chair and said, "Now, everyone, it's time for MY surprise." She handed Steph a plastic bag. "Make him put THIS on," she told her.

Steph opened the bag and handed me its contents. It looked like a pair of handcuffs, only it had four cuffs on it. I hadn't seen that device before.

"Put that on," she commanded, shortly. "It goes behind your back. Attach them to your ankles first, then lie down on your stomach, lift your legs up, and attach them to your wrists."

I was a little nervous about what Mom had in mind. But I wouldn't disobey my trainer. With a bit of difficulty I did exactly as I was commanded. Then Mom said, "Now, Janet, would you mind doing the honors?"

"It would be my pleasure," she said. She got up and walked over to me, holding her own plastic bag. She started taking stuff out of her bag, but from where I was positioned, I couldn't see what she was doing. Oh, by the way, Aunt Janet works as an OR nurse.

Janet said, "Now Stevie cutie pie, it's time for you to go to sleep so that WE can have OUR fun!" The next thing I knew, she was firmly holding a wet, smelly cloth over my mouth and nose. Moments later I felt myself losing consciousness. To this day I have no idea what they did while I was out - I've asked several times but nobody will tell me. All Steph told me was that the ether had been Mom's idea, not hers.

When I finally woke up I was still hogtied with the four-cuffs, only now I was lying face down on the floor of that small cage that was up in Stephie's room. I could see Stephie sleeping in her bed. I was still gagged, so I couldn't make a noise. Somehow I managed to fall asleep again and I slept like that until morning, when Stephie released me. She thanked me a lot for being such a good sport, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I changed into my normal clothes. Stephie took my costume and hid it for safe keeping. The rest of the week went by pretty uneventful, other than the strange looks I got from Mrs. Thomson and her granddaughters. I was glad the whole thing was over - in a way it felt like I hadi had been in captivity for months, and in another way - it felt like only a few minutes. I had enjoyed it, but I was glad it was over.

And something very important completely slipped my mind.

On Friday afternoon I came into the kitchen. Mom and Stephie were sitting there. Mom spoke up. "The party's tomorrow at noon, so we'll have to start getting ready at about 9 o'clock."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"I thought you didn't agree to the party?" I shouted at both Mom and Steph.

"Nobody ever said that," Steph said quietly.

"Nobody ever said otherwise either!" I responded.

"Do you think real lions are consulted before they give shows?" Mom asked.

"Mom!" I said. "Anyway, you can't make me do it. I signed a contract with Steph about Halloween, but there's no contract forcing me to go along with this, this time."

"True, but you're going to do it anyway, no ands, ifs or buts!" Mom said. "They offered Steph so much money - I told her that it would be absurd to refuse, and that I'd make sure you'd do it!"

"What? Mom! How could you! You've been acting SO weird lately! Does Dad know about all this?"

"I'm sure Dad's enjoying himself out wherever HE is! I'm entitled to my own fun myself!" said Mom.

"How much money are we talking about, anyway?" I asked.

"That's none of your business." said Mom.

"What do you mean 'none-of-my-business'? What's my share?"

"Your share? Steph gets the money, not you!"

"What the hell are you talking about - we do the show together - we split the money 50-50!"

"Now I'm sick and tired of your complaining, Stevie, so unless you want me to put the gag in your mouth now and leave it there until tomorrow, you'd better shut up. In a real lion show, the lion does most of the work, a lot more than the trainer. Yet, the lion doesn't get even one percent of the money the trainer gets for doing the show. Why should this be any different? You're Steph's lion, it's HER show, they hired HER, SHE gets the money. End of discussion."

I tried arguing some more and Mom said, "Stephie, honey, would you mind getting me your four-cuff thingy please?"

"No!" I shouted and ran up to my room. I could hear them laughing in the kitchen.

At night I thought about being the lion again and wacked off a few times. Truth was, I wasn't too disappointed.

At 8 AM Stephie woke me up with a kiss and a pat on the butt. She was wearing a short tight light-blue shiny skirt and a matching bube-tube. "Time to get ready," she said, handing me my costume. "Don't forget to shower first."

The preparations, the trip, and the routine went similar to the ones we did on Halloween. Except that, after the show, I was left blindfolded, gagged, and restrained, inside a cage, on their living-room floor, and for the few hours that were left of the party, the thirty-or-so girls had free petting access. Jill really enjoyed her surprise, as did all her friends.

I wasn't let out of my cage and bonds until we were back home again. And Mom made me eat dinner while still wearing my costume. Finally, once I helped clean up, she allowed Stephie to release me from my costume and I was able to change back into normal clothes. I never did see any of that money. But I noticed that Steph bought a bunch of new stuff. Over the next few weeks, whenever Steph would ask a favor of me, I'd do it right away without thinking twice. It had become natural to me. A few times Steph gave me awesome back massages - she made me take off my shirt for them and undo my pants and pull them down about an inch, and cuff myself to her bedposts. But I was willing - I enjoyed the massages so much. And I trusted her - why shouldn't I?

One Thursday morning, a few weeks later, Stephie came into my room and began massaging my shoulders. "Hey Steve," she said. "Mom's going away tomorrow, for the whole weekend, leaving us alone in the house. D'ya think you might want to be my pet for the time she's gone?" She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I thought for a few seconds. "Sure," I said.

"Only this time I think you'll be a different animal. A dog - a dalmation. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Once Mom was gone, Steph handed me a bag with my costume. I took it into the bathroom. It was pretty outrageous - maybe even worse that the first one! Of course, there were stockings - white with black polka-dots - that went up my legs until a few inches above my knees. And white dance slippers. The costume itself was a weird thing. the bottom part looked like a bikini, except it had one of those pouch-things for my bits. It ended just over my dimples. Then there were about eight or so spaghetti-straps - alternating black and white - that connected the bottom part to the top part - only in the front. The entire stomach and back would be visible. The top part was like a girls' bikini top, made for flat girls. It was held up by more spagetti straps, and the entire back of it was completely open, except for the few straps that laced across the back. There were two straps that were attached right in the middle of the top of the bikini bottom, directly over my butt crack. Those two straps went out diagonally to the sides, going through loops at the sides of the top part and were then laced back and forth across my back, until they came out the top with two little rings that I assumed were for a padlock. I figured that when the laces were pulled tight and locked, they'd do their thing to the fabric in my butt-crack. In short, it was even more outrageous than my other costume. I thought twice before trying it on. But I did try it on. I looked so ridiculous in it that I thought about backing out. There was no contract forcing me to do this, this time. And I felt really embarrassed about Stephie seeing me this way. But in some sort of weird twisted masochistic way, the thought of being totally controlled by Stephie while wearing this ridiculous suit excited me, and I couldn't bring myself to back out. 'Besides,' I thought, 'Mom isn't home and only Steph will see me this way. I won't be doing any shows.'

Shaking nervously, I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, letting Stephie in, who was waiting with the collar and the locks. It only took a few seconds before regret was utterly useless anyway.

I had fun with Steph on Friday and Saturday morning. Saturday noontime, Stephie locked me inside a cage and left the house for two hours. The TV was on - some crazy soap-opera was showing. When she finally came back, it was with my two cousins, Sarah and Linda, and with the two Thomson granddaughters! I couldn't believe it! I started to try and protest (I was gagged, though, so it was difficult). But they all just laughed and tickled me through the bars of my cage. They all slept over and stayed until Mom came back home, around midnight Sunday night. Mom got to pat and tickle me before I was let out of my bondage and the girls all went home.

As the next weekend approached, Mom began begging me nonstop to wear the dalmation suit again, for the weekend. She promised me there would be no guests, no visitors, just she and Stephie. Finally, Friday afternoon, I couldn't take the begging anymore and I gave in. Steph was wearing a plain white T-shirt and plain black spandex bike-shorts - which looked sexy, but not so much compared to the things she had worn the previous times. But she had told me that she'd appreciate it too if I agreed, and that there'd be lots of massages in it for me if I did. Steph told Mom the combinations to her locks and let her do the honors of locking me up this time. Only once I was gagged, collared and caged, with a chain locking my neck to the side of the cage and my ankles and wrists locked to the four corners of the cage, did Mom tell me that aunt Janet was coming over - "But only Aunt Janet and nobody else, just like I promised." Of course, I had no way of protesting.

Janet slept over for the weekend, and we all had lots of fun.