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Posted with permission from Cindy V -- thank you Cindy! :)



SILKTRAP.TXT by Cindy V
Femdom, TV, humiliation


     "Do we have Microsoft Access on our computer, Alex?"  my wife
Mary yelled up 
to me from the kitchen.

     I was upstairs in the den, on the computer, surfing the web.
Well, to be 
more honest, surfing for, shall we say, adult sites.  My sex life with
Mary was 
OK - there's nothing wrong with the missionary position - but Mary was
completely 
disinterested in anything a little kinkier.  I fulfilled my wider
sexual interests 
by visiting adult sites.  Mary did not know this, and I arranged the
computer facing 
the door so she could not sneak up on me and catch me.

     "Yes we do have Access," I yelled back down.  It came as part of
a suite of 
software, although as a spreadsheet and word processor guy I had never
used it myself. 
But it was a strange question coming from Mary, who at most used the
computer for 
e-mail or to chat with friends.  "Why are you asking?"

     "Oh that was Linda on the other phone.  She is doing some sort of
volunteer 
project for church and she says she needs to use Access," Mary yelled
upstairs in 
reply.  

       That made sense.  Linda is Mary's sister.  Linda always had a
number of 
projects going on simultaneously.  Whether she was networking with
other rising 
female business executives, speaking at the high school on women in
business, or 
chairing a committee at church, Linda was always busy.

      "She wants to know if she can come over Thursday night at 8 for
a couple of 
hours to use it," Mary yelled again.  "I have a business dinner that
night, but 
you'll be home, right Dear?" she asked.

     "Sure that's fine," I yelled back.  Thursday at 8 really was
fine.  I wouldn't 
be using the computer then because I'd be watching TV.  Uh, well - I'm
a closet 
wrestling fan.  It's not politically correct among educated people to
admit this, 
is it?  Yes, I know it's fake.  But I still like it.  And those women
are so strong 
and gorgeous.  Nowadays the women sometimes wrestle against the men in
mixed tag 
team matches.  When a woman gets the better of a man - even if it's
all staged and 
rehearsed - well, I find that pretty erotic.  So Linda was more than
welcome to use 
the computer then.  Of course she would tease me for watching
wrestling.

     Thursday night came, and just as I settled in to my easy chair to
watch TV, 
the doorbell rang.  I got up to let my sister-in-law in.

     I gave Linda a brotherly peck on the cheek, and she gave me her
million-dollar 
smile.  I sneaked a peak at her.  She was in a shirt, jeans and
sneakers, her long 
blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she wore no makeup.  But even
casually dressed, 
she was a fine looking woman.  My wife is nice enough looking, but her
sister is a 
step above.  Linda's jeans were a little tight and showed off her
curves.  She 
mischievously had one shirt button too many open, showing the faintest
amount of 
cleavage to what I guessed were magnificent breasts.  Linda works out
and always 
dresses meticulously to her advantage.  You should see her in her
tailored business 
suits at work, her thick long straight hair flowing down her back, and
her subtle 
makeup drawing your attention to her enormous eyes.  

     We chatted for a few minutes, as she shifted her pile of papers
from one arm 
to the other.  She glanced at the TV, saw what was on, and sighed her
disappointment 
at me.  Then she said she was going upstairs to do the church
inputting, and asked 
if it was OK if she dialed into the Internet when she was done.
"Sure, no problem," 
I replied, and went back to watching wrestling.

      Linda pretty much left me in peace for an hour, coming
downstairs a couple of 
times for an apple and a diet soda and to take a break from inputting.
She happened 
to be downstairs as a female wrestler got her male opponent rolled up
in an awkward 
position, and was able to pin him.  Linda looked over at me with a
smirk on her face.  
"I don't suppose Mary would do that to you, would she Alex?" she
asked, waiting for my 
verbal reaction although peaking at my physical reaction. I had found
the wrestling 
sequence erotic and I think Linda knew this.

     "Nothing personal Linda, but I don't think I care to discuss my
sex life," I 
managed to reply politely, afraid that Linda was figuring out
something of my 
submissive fantasies from observing me during the wrestling match.

     "I see," Linda said, not revealing to me what she had been
thinking.  Linda 
went back upstairs.  

     Linda came back down about a half an hour later.  "All done?" I
asked.

     "Yes," she replied, "And thank you for the use of your computer.
But Alex, I 
had a little question about something on the Internet.  Do you know
anything about 
a website named 'Darkheart'?"

     "No, I don't think so," I replied nervously.

     "I think the address is http://www.darkheart.com" Linda explained
innocently. 
 "I had a question about it. I have the website up right now.  Would
you come 
upstairs and take a look at it with me?" she asked innocently, nearly
batting her 
pretty eyelashes at me.
 
     Now I was confused. I knew very well what 'Darkheart' is, and its
name has 
nothing to do with its content.  I was confused about why Linda knew
about it, 
and why she had it up right now.  We went upstairs to the computer.

     Sure enough, the computer screen showed the opening page for
'Darkheart'.  
There were two banners: one for 'Those We Worship: The Virtual Temple
to Dominant 
Women', and one for 'The Silken Trap: kneel, obey, become the girl of
your dreams.'

     "Look familiar, Alex?" Linda asked innocently.

     I studied the screen seriously.  "No, I don't think so," I lied.

     "I see," she replied.  "Well, just for fun, and not that it
really means 
anything, if you were going to pick one of the two choices, which
would you pick?" 
she continued in her innocent tone.

     I could feel the trap closing around me.  "Just for fun?" I
asked.  "Oh, 
I don't care - pick the second one."

     Linda clicked on 'The Silken Trap.'  The next screen had some
text about 
forced feminization and showed a picture of a pretty woman adjusting
the gag on 
what was possibly a crossdressed male.  I shrugged, as if this didn't
interest me 
at all.  "Let's click on 'Enter' and see where it takes us," Linda
suggested. 
"Just for fun."

     She clicked again. There was the famous photo 'Pucker.'  A pretty
but 
tough-looking woman with slicked back hair was smoking a cigarette and
calmly 
applying lipstick to a guy who looked like his hands were bound over
his head.  
I had seen that photo many times over the years, and in truth I have
always 
considered it the single most erotic photo on the Internet I have ever
seen.

     We both shrugged our shoulders, neither of us claiming to
understand why 
people would want to bother looking at such an image.

     Further down the screen there was some discussion that the rest
of the 
website was protected by an adult verification service, and that we
would have 
to enter a password if we wanted to continue.

     "Damn," said Linda.  "I wonder what the rest of the site is like.
I certainly 
don't have one of these passwords.  Do you, Alex?" she asked me.

      "No, of course not, Linda," I lied.  She had stumbled on one of
my favorite 
websites, but without a password, this was where her little
exploration would have 
to end.

      "Well, just for fun, why don't I try a few random combinations?"
she asked.  

     I smiled slightly when I heard this.  Finally I seemed safe from
Linda and 
from potential exposure of my little secret online fantasies.

     Linda typed an unintelligible string of characters, and of course
the adult 
verification service responded with a message saying the password was
invalid.  
She tried again, with the same result.  She frowned a very pretty
frown.  "Well, 
let me try one more, and if this doesn't work I'll give up," she said.

     She typed in one more password.  As she typed each character
slowly, I came 
to a horrible realization: she was typing in my password!  Since it
had my name 
'Alex' within it, I could hardly deny that it was mine.

     "Well, what do you know, Alex?  This one seemed to work."

     I was dumbstruck and said nothing.

     "Anything you'd like to say, Alex?" she asked me.

     "Uh, well, I, ...," I stammered, but what could I say?

     "Admit it Alex.  Not only do you have one of these adult
passwords, but I 
happen to know that you are a regular visitor to this 'Silken Trap'
website," Linda 
demanded.

     "Well, OK, so I have an adult password," I admitted. "But how did
you find it?  
And how would you know what websites I have visited?" I asked, finally
feeling I 
had a little of the offensive in this inquisition.

     "Sweetie," she said derisively, "you may be spending your free
time with these 
adult websites, but I know more about computers than you'll ever
know."  Obviously 
she was not going to answer my questions.

     "Not only do I know that you visit this site and that other
'Those We Worship' 
site about once a week each, but I know that you have downloaded about
every picture 
on the two sites."  Linda had her hands on her hips as she made these
accusations.  
I was speechless.  Her every word was true.  I thought I had buried my
downloaded 
photo collection deep enough through arcanely named subdirectories,
but she had 
found them.

      "I bet my sister would love to know all about your little
hobby."

     "No, you wouldn't do that to me, Linda, would you?" I pleaded.  I
cringed.  
Mary would never understand.

     "Isn't there anything I can do to get you to keep this quiet from
Mary?" I 
begged.  "Please, I'll do anything."

     Linda thought about this for a long time.  The silence was
killing me.  
Finally she smiled a tiny smile.  "I'll tell you what," she said.
"Mary is 
going away next week for an overnight conference, right?  She won't be
home at 
all next Thursday night?  I have a friend who has been bugging me for
months to 
host sort of a Tupperware party for a few women.  How about if we have
it here?  
And you will be our waiter, serving us wine and hors d'oeuvres.
Do you agree?"

     "And if I agree, then you promise not to tell Mary?"

     "I promise," said Linda.  "If you are a good waiter.  I will be
here with the 
wine and food at 7 p.m. to show you what we need."

     "7 p.m. next Thursday, that sounds fair," I said, relieved that
she was going 
to keep my secret.  "Thank you so much, Linda."  And I hugged her.

     "Very well," Linda said sternly.  She kissed me on the cheek, and
walked 
downstairs to leave.  "See you in a week."

     I was relieved.  So I would serve her and her girlfriends some
wine and 
cheese.  Big deal.  Anything to keep this from Mary.

     During the week I decided I had better clean up my computer.  I
deleted 'Silken 
Trap' from my bookmarked favorites.  Or so I thought.  For some reason
the deletion 
did not take.  I compressed my photos and put them in a zip file, and
then I 
deleted the original photos.  But for some reason the deletion of the
photos did 
not take either.  Very strange.

     Next Thursday came, and Linda arrived on time at 7 p.m.  She was
again dressed 
very casually, in jeans and low-heeled shoes, although she was wearing
makeup which 
she had not worn a week ago.  She asked me to bring in the wine and
food from her 
car, while she brought in a tiny bag.  I did this, and she showed me
how she wanted 
things set up.  I uncorked several bottles of wine and got the wine
glasses out.  
I cut up some cheese and put it out on the cheeseboard.  I took out
some napkins 
and the good plates, and I was ready for Linda and her friends.  Or so
I thought.

     "Alex, you didn't give much thought to dressing for tonight, did
you?" Linda 
asked, as she appraised my outfit of a sport shirt and Dockers.  I
agreed that I 
had not thought about it.

     "You're the waiter tonight, Alex.  A servant.  In fact, you're
supposed to be 
subservient.  You don't look very subservient.  Do you feel
subservient, Alex?"

     I shook my head No.  I didn't like where this was going.

     "I think it would help if we dressed you in a way that emphasized
your 
subservience tonight," Linda decided.  "I don't suppose you own a
tuxedo?" she 
asked.  I told her I didn't.

     "OK, quickly, before my guests arrive.  Take off your clothes.
All of them.  
And give them to me."  She said this in such a commanding tone and
clapped her 
hands twice that it never occurred to me to do anything else.  I
handed her my 
clothes, covering my privates as best I could, expecting her somehow
to produce 
a tuxedo.  Instead she reached into the small bag she had brought with
her, 
produced a pair of panties, and handed them to me.  They were silky to
touch.  
If they had been black I might have deluded myself that they were
men's underwear, 
but these were pink with floral designs.  There was no question that
they were 
women's panties.

     "I can't wear these," I stammered.

     "You can and you will," Linda demanded.  Unless you want to greet
my guests 
stark naked!"

     I sheepishly put on the panties.  They were too small, and fit me
very tightly.  
But the silkiness of them was something I had never experienced, and
they felt 
wonderful.  I was feeling almost dizzy.

     "Snap to it, Alex," Linda said with a sly smile, as she no doubt
understood 
the effect the panties were having on me.  "You don't think you're
going to appear 
in front of my friends in just a pair of panties do you?  Let me cover
you up."

     She reached into her bag and pulled out an apron.  This was not a
macho men's 
barbecue apron; it was white and lacy and dainty, and was clearly a
maid's apron.  I 
felt ridiculous as she stood behind me and tied the apron on me with a
bow in the 
back. It reached from my waist to the bottom of my panties, not much
longer. I 
could smell her perfume as she was tying it on me.  She smoothed the
apron in front 
of me, gently moving her hand over my panty covered penis, and I was
becoming aroused,
forgetting about the embarrassing outfit she had put me in.

     A ring of the doorbell brought me back to life.  "Answer the door
Alexander," 
Linda commanded quietly, using my formal name.

     I gave her a questioning look, hoping this had all been her
little joke and 
that she was not really going to make me go through with this. But her
serious 
demeanor told me she expected me to go through with this.  I opened
the door.

     On the other side of the door was an attractive woman with dark
shoulder 
length hair, about six feet tall.  She was impeccably dressed as if
she had just 
come from work.  She carried herself with a regal manner, gave me a
contemptuous 
glance, and let herself in when she found Linda.  She and Linda hugged
like long-time 
friends, which I assumed they were.  Linda introduced her friend as
Yvonne, did not 
introduce me by name at all, and told me to take Yvonne's coat.  Linda
and Yvonne 
chatted, paying no attention to me at all.  Yvonne did not find it
strange to be in 
the presence of a male who was naked except for the apron and panties.

     The doorbell rang several more times.  Next to arrive was a very
pretty woman 
with short, straight blonde hair and a bold shade of red lipstick.
Her name was Tara.
You have to have supreme confidence in your beauty to wear a lipstick
that red. After 
that came a woman with long brown wavy hair and elaborately made-up
eyes; this was 
Gloria, and I think she was Hispanic.  Last came a woman with short
red hair and 
glasses, but very cute; Linda introduced her as Lois.  The women all
knew Linda, but 
they did not know each other.  They chatted for a while, easily
finding common 
interests.  They were all thirty-ish single business executives, and
soon the topic 
turned to the inadequacies of the male species.

     "And speaking of which, Alexander?" Linda called out.  

     "When were you planning on asking my guests what kind of wine
they would like?" 
she asked me. "Honestly," she turned to her friends, "you can't get
good help 
nowadays."

     I asked each woman for her wine order.  I blushed as I felt their
eyes look me 
up and down.  I heard them whisper about me as I went to the kitchen
to get their 
wine, and I tried to avoid their eyes as I served them.

     This went on for some time, as the five women munched on cheese
and kept me 
hopping to refill their wine glasses.  As they drank more and more
wine, the women 
got bolder with me.  They lifted my apron and teased me about my
pretty panties, 
and they admired my bulge and patted it.  They asked me if I liked
wearing panties, 
although the bulge made the answer obvious, and they asked me if I
enjoyed serving 
a group of horny women.

     With that the doorbell rang.  "It's about time that boy came with
the pizzas," 
Linda announced.  "Get the door, Alexander."

     I had a horrified look on my face.  It was bad enough to parade
around a group 
of women dressed as I was, but to appear before a teenaged boy was a
different matter.  
But Linda giggled at my discomfort.  "No, I didn't order pizza,
Alexander.  Let the 
Tupperware lady in."

     I breathed a sigh of relief.  I opened the door to find a pretty
woman with 
streaked blonde hair, a bright red jacket and a black miniskirt. She
had three huge 
zippered leather bags that she thrust in my arms with a quick, "Would
you bring 
these in for me Honey?"  She just walked right in and hugged Linda
before I could 
even invite her in.  Linda introduced her as Karen, the Tupperware
lady, and Karen 
quickly shook hands with all of the other women.  Karen was one of
these women 
with boundless energy and personality, and even I liked her at once.

     Karen got right down to business.  "Who's ready for some
Tupperware fun?" she 
asked.  The women got all excited about this.  To tell the truth, I
didn't get it.  
Why would these five beautiful women care about Tupperware?

     "OK, where should we do this?" asked Karen, as she gathered her
leather bags.  
Linda suggested we go upstairs, so the women followed her up with
their wine 
glasses. "You come too Alexander," Linda commanded.

     We assembled in the computer room.  Karen said we need a
volunteer to test 
the merchandise, and she asked each of us to hold our hands straight
out, palms up, 
pinkies together. She examined each woman's hands, looking for what -
cleanliness?  
She kept rejecting each woman's hands.  What was this - sterilized
Tupperware?  
Finally she had rejected all five women's hands, and she examined
mine.  She smiled 
and said, almost reluctantly, that mine would have to do.

     Then quick as a flash, before I knew what was happening, Karen
produced a 
length of rope and put my hands through a slipknot that she had
pre-tied.  She 
tightened the knot around my wrists, pulled me towards the door,
tossed the loose 
end of the rope over the door, pulled taut, and tied the end of the
rope to the 
doorknob on the other side of the door.  The women giggled at my
helplessness and 
applauded Karen with how quickly she had subdued me.

     Karen turned me around so my back was to the door and then spoke
to me in a 
low but not inaudible voice.  "Shhh.  Don't tell anybody, but we're
really not 
here for a Tupperware party."  The women thought that was hysterical,
as I burned 
in embarrassment.

     Then addressing the women, Karen asked, "So who has ever
experimented with 
S&M toys?"  I was surprised that all five women raised their hands.
Suddenly I 
remembered that Linda had promised, in her words, "sort of" a
Tupperware party, 
and that this was exactly that, except that Karen was not
demonstrating Tupperware.  
In fact, I was going to be the demonstrator.

     "Now wait a minute," I objected.  "You can't do this to me ..."
But before I 
could say another word, Karen had placed some sort of ball in my mouth
and strapped 
it around my head.

     "There are many kinds of ball gags," Karen explained.  A lot of
people like to 
silence their men with rubber ball gags, but as you can see this is
more like a 
plastic golf ball sized wiffle ball. Notice the many holes in the
ball.  With this 
kind of gag he can always breathe through his mouth. Plus the ball is
too big for 
him to swallow accidentally. Safety first, ladies."

      She was right.  Although I panicked when she first gagged me, I
could breathe 
through my mouth.  I certainly couldn't speak though.

      "I like it when I don't have to listen to a man," said Yvonne
with a laugh.

      "Next I'd like to show you some different kinds of ropes," Karen
said.  Karen 
reached into her bags and produced several small lengths of nylon
rope.  She passed
one around. "Notice that these are thick and smooth."  She tied one of
them around 
my ankles.  "Too thin and they will cut into the skin.  Too rough and
they will 
chafe.  You don't want to just use any rope.  I can give you a very
good price on 
the kind of rope I use."  Karen was certainly quite the expert.

     She untied and removed my apron, and then tied me with several
more lengths 
of rope.  One went just above my knees.  Then she tied me around my
waist, around 
the middle of my chest, and around my upper chest.  Next a long thin
rope went 
around my neck, loosely so as not to choke me, with one strand in
front of me 
intersecting the ropes around my chest and waist to make sure those
ropes didn't 
slip up or down.  She fondled my panty-covered penis, and she
continued the end of 
the rope around my balls through the panties.  The rope then went
behind me, 
centered in my ass crack in the back, and she tied it in the back.

      "You need a thinner strand of rope if it's going to circle the
balls.  Come 
close and take a good look, ladies," Karen encouraged.
     
     There was a moveable floor-length mirror, and Linda moved it so I
could see 
myself.  The ropes were clean and neat, and I was very effectively
immobilized.  
Each woman came over to me and examined me as if I were an inanimate
object.  They 
felt the ropes and me, especially the rope around my balls, sipping
their wine, 
not speaking to me because after all, I could not speak back.  It was
very 
humiliating.

     "I'm not sure I am going to remember exactly how you tied him,"
Lois said.  
"No problem at all," Karen responded, as she took out a small Polaroid
camera and 
shot a picture of me.  "I'll make copies for everyone," she promised.
I groaned 
through my gag. 

     "What next?" asked Gloria.

     "Now I realize you can buy clothespins at any hardware store,"
continued 
Karen, "but look at these." She pulled out a small bag of clothespins.
"These 
are plastic, not wooden, and they are bright colors.  I mean, what fun
would it 
be to use all the same color?"  The women giggled at that question.
"Would someone 
tease his nipples a little bit?"

     Tara stepped forward and emotionlessly circled my nipples with
her very red 
lips. "How's that?" she asked the group, with as much enthusiasm as if
she had 
tossed aside a newspaper.  I felt differently; I moaned as both my
nipples and 
my penis responded to this very beautiful woman toying with me. I saw
my image 
in the mirror, and some of Tara's red lipstick had rubbed off on my
nipples. 

     "Who would like to place some clothespins on his nipples?" asked
Karen.  
Yvonne jumped at the chance to do so.  She watched my face as she
clipped them 
on me.  I tried to scream through my gag, but only a muffled sound
came out.  
Karen then pulled my balls out from my panties.  "Now put a few on his
balls, but 
remember to alternate the colors," she said.  One by one Yvonne
circled my balls 
with colorful clothespins.  Each one hurt more than the previous one,
and tears 
were falling from my eyes.

     Karen then handed out a variety of dildos.  They were different
shapes and 
sizes, as well as being either flesh tone or black.  "If it amuses you
to watch 
him squirm, then feel free to enjoy yourself with the dildos," she
offered.  
Several women lowered their jeans and did just that.  I had a good
view of them, 
which aroused me, and me made me feel the clothespins even more.

     "Just a few more minutes with the clothespins," Karen warned.
"We don't want 
to cut off his circulation and do any real damage."

     The women were in various states of arousal with the dildos. Some
were slowly 
teasing themselves on the outside of their clothes, while others were
vigorously 
pumping themselves in and out with them.  The female scent in the room
was very 
strong.  I found it strangely exciting to see these women masturbating
themselves 
just inches away from me, and the clothespins dug into me even more as
my penis grew.

     Finally Karen removed my clothespins one by one.  I don't know if
it hurt worse 
without them than with them on. Karen checked my nipples and balls
that they had 
not become numb. She also loosened and removed my gag.  I exercised my
jaw a little, 
which had grown stiff.  Unfortunately my mouth was not to be free for
all, for 
Karen encouraged the women to use my mouth to clean off the dildos
that the women 
had used.  They teased me mercilessly as I sucked their dildos, asking
if I had 
experience in this and whether they should arrange the real thing for
me. Each 
woman had her own unique taste, and sucking the dildos was especially
humiliating.

     "What next?" asked Lois.

     "Why don't we ask poor Alexander what he'd like next?" suggested
Karen.  
"Well, not really 'ask'.  Let's let him vote with his penis."

     Linda must have been waiting for an opening like that. "I know.
Let's visit 
his favorite website, take a look at the pictures, and try them out on
Alexander.  
His penis will tell us which one he really likes best," she said.

     I had forgotten about what had gotten me into this predicament,
but it was 
'The Silken Trap.'

     "Let's see," said Linda.  "What was that Internet address again?"
she asked 
herself.  "Oh, yes, now I remember.  You start out with
http://www.darkheart.com," 
she remembered, as she logged on the Internet and keyed it in that
address.

     "Actually, we could take a look at the favorite sites he has
bookmarked and 
find lots of his R-rated sites.  They all seem to involve some sort of
submissive 
behavior," Linda told the group, embarrassing me even more.  "He tried
to erase 
his list of favorites, but I fixed his list so that he could not erase
it." The 
women chuckled as they examined my list of favorite sites.

      The screen got to the place where it asked for the adult
verification 
password.  "I happen to know Alexander's password," Linda explained.
"Come 
closer and let me show you how easy it is to find it. You see, the
computer keeps 
a file of passwords, and all you have to do is ..." At that point she
whispered to 
the gathered women how she found my password.  I strained in my bonds,
but I could 
not hear how she did it.

     "Wow, that's so easy," exclaimed Lois.  "I have to try that with
my boyfriend's 
computer."

      Linda was now in the 'Silken Trap' website.  She explained that
there were 
several categories of photos: forced feminization, transexuals, maid
service, and 
user gallery.  She clicked through each category, and invited the
women to pick out 
a few photos to try out for me.

     With great debate they picked out a large number of photos. Linda
was having 
trouble getting them to agree to just a few photos.  

     "Do we have to download these photos to Alexander's computer?"
Gloria asked.

     "Ordinarily that might be true," said Linda. "But not for this
pervert.  He's 
already downloaded everything on this website.  Here, I'll show you."

     Linda brought up my graphics viewing program.  She quickly
clicked to my 
subdirectory of photos I had downloaded from websites such as this
one.  I don't 
know how she found it - I had buried this subdirectory several levels
deep, under 
directories with innocuous sounding names.  One by one my screen
filled with photos 
I had downloaded.  All photos of dominant women and guys being put
into humiliating 
situations.  

     "By the way, he tried to delete these files so we wouldn't see
them.  
Unfortunately I added my own password so that he couldn't delete
them," Linda 
added smugly.

     Linda clicked my computer keyboard some more.  She took the three
photos her 
friends had selected and copied them into a new subdirectory.

     They pushed the computer screen closer to me so I could see the
first two 
photos.

     "This is a photo of a bound guy, dressed as a female, and his
girlfriend is 
watching him suck another guy's thick cock.  Then in the next photo,
the second 
guy has cum all over the first guy's face."

     "Too bad we don't have another guy here to see how much Alexander
would enjoy 
that," said Yvonne.

     "I could call my boyfriend Emanuel and have him come over,"
volunteered 
Gloria.  "If we could blindfold him so he didn't know Alexander was
sucking him 
off, I'm sure Emanuel would go for it.

     Linda felt my cock.  I thought this idea was humiliating, but in
some sense 
I have to admit I found it exciting too.  My cock stirred.  "That's
certainly one 
possibility," Linda admitted.

     Linda clicked to another photo.

     "This is a photo of a bound guy bent over a chair about to get
spanked by his 
girlfriend.  Let's put Alexander in the same position," Linda
suggested.

     They untied me from my hands overhead and from my numerous bonds.
They leaned 
me over a chair and made me grab the legs of the chair with my hands,
which they 
promptly tied.  They spread my legs far apart and tied them to some
furniture.  
They bound me securely to the chair from numerous points.  My ass was
exposed, and 
I was completely immobile.  I could see the photo on the computer.  A
guy was bound 
exactly as I was, with one woman reddening his ass with a paddle as a
number of 
women watched with great amusement.

     "I have a paddle just like the one in the picture," Karen
volunteered.  "Who 
wants to try it?"

     Everyone raised her hands.  Linda decided to give each woman a
turn.

     Lois took the first few swings, and although her swats stung,
they were not 
too bad.  Karen then explained that there are ways to get more action
for the 
same amount of effort.  She showed how to swing with her hips, and she
really 
laid into me.  Now I was grunting with each swat, and I could feel my
ass warm 
up.  Yvonne swung next, and Karen suggested aiming for the area of my
ass just 
above the legs.  Yvonne used her height to advantage and each spank
sounded like 
an explosion.  Tara was next, and Karen told her to aim for my inner
thighs.  
Although this seemed like a fleshy area with plenty of protection,
Tara soon had 
me crying like a baby.  Gloria was next and went for the meaty part of
my ass.  
Gloria wailed away with all her might, and I was crying with each
spank. Gloria 
patted my ass when she was done and teased me about how warm and red
it was.

     Linda saved herself for last.  She checked my cock, and she
announced that 
despite my cries I must have been enjoying myself.  She reached
underneath at my 
balls and aimed her paddle there.  Fortunately she did not swing very
hard, and 
maybe she really only tapped them, but the pain was excrutiating and I
thought I 
was going to faint.  I had never realized how sensitive the balls
really are.  The 
women howled in laughter at my discomfort.  But she was the last, and
I was grateful 
that they were done spanking me.

     The women released me from the chair, and Linda retied me with my
hands overhead, 
over the door.  If not for the way I was tied, I don't think I could
have stood.  
My nipples hurt, my ass was sore, and my balls were in pain.

     "Here's the final photo we chose," Linda announced.  "It's the
photo of a guy 
bound with his hands above him, with a tough looking woman applying
lipstick to him."

     "That wouldn't turn you on, dear, would it?" she asked me
sweetly.

     I looked at the computer screen, and it was my old favorite
'Pucker.'  
Regardless of how worn out I was from all the spanking, 'Pucker' never
failed to get 
a rise out of me.  My penis twitched involuntarily, and they all saw
it and tittered.  
"Tara, you probably wear the reddest shade.  Would you mind if we
borrowed your 
lipstick for a minute?" Linda asked.

     Tara shrugged her shoulders and went downstairs.  

     "You know what else might be fun?" Linda asked.  "Karen, would
you get your 
camera?"

     "Oh no, Linda, you're not going to do what I think you are," I
begged.

     "Dear, you think you know, but you can't imagine what I'm going
to do," Linda 
replied with a twinkle.

     Tara returned with the lipstick.  Linda unscrewed it with her
right hand and held 
my chin firmly with her left.  "Smell it Alexander," she commanded as
she waved it 
under my nose.  "Or shall we call you Alexandra?"

     Tara's lipstick had an intoxicating aroma. I loved its smell.

     "Pucker up, sweetie," said Linda triumphantly.  I was too
exhausted to resist.

     And as the women cheered and jeered, Linda stroked the red
lipstick over my lips.  
She explained every little step; how she emphasized the points of my
lips, how she made 
my lips just a little fuller than they naturally were, and how she
made sure the 
lipstick filled in all the way to the corners of my mouth.

     Karen took a Polaroid picture of Linda applying the lipstick to
me.  I was so 
humiliated, but meanwhile I thought my cock would burst.

     "Ooooh, how hot and sexy you look Alexandra," Gloria teased.
"It's not too late to 
get my boyfriend over here, you know.  He'd love those luscious red
lips on his cock."  
I felt myself blushing. I hoped she was kidding; they wouldn't make me
do that, would they?

     "That is tempting, but I have a better idea on how to embarrass
our little 
Alexandra," said Linda, as the picture developed.  

     Linda smiled as she examined the picture.  "Quite a pretty
picture," she said with 
glee. "You have such nice lips," she said to me.  "You should wear
lipstick more often," 
she teased. "And you shouldn't just share how pretty you are with only
us."  She turned 
on my computer scanner and scanned the photo.  She clicked the
computer mouse a couple 
of times in the 'Silken Trap' website.

     "Don't you remember ladies?" she asked, as I could see her
loading my e-mail program.  
"'Silken Trap' has a user gallery where people can send in their own
photos!  I think 
I'll name this 'Pucker Number Two!'"

END
     



     

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