1 comments/ 35936 views/ 2 favorites Taking Stock By: prettypolly Chapter 1: Graveyard Shift The cardboard box was surprisingly light. I had braced myself for a heavy weight, as much of the load that needed moving was heavy. I checked my schedule list again. This section of boxes should be jeans and trousers, but the room was in complete chaos as last week's shift were inundated with stock and just dumped boxes where there was space. I paused, the only sounds were the strange ticking of ancient Victorian water pipes as they cooled down in the cooling air of the night. The air is musty. Dry. Very still, I could hear myself breathing. I was on graveyard shift. It was 3.30 am. Dead and quiet, here and there some glow from emergency lighting, every now and again the pipes echoed eerily through the floors and up to the attic spaces. I was in the main store room on the upper warehouse level, the dim lights hung low from the high ceilings, now lost in the dim shadow of piled boxes, wooden racks and shelving. About now there should be a patrol from security but they hardly ever wandered out from their office, I have caught them several times snoozing over easy chairs, Ol' Jack, Eric and John Boy's soft porn mags having slipped off their laps onto the floor. Playboy and Leg Heaven. In the three years I've worked here I've encountered around twenty or so patrols, mainly due to the new recruit who obviously felt honour bound to do a few security checks. But even he succumbed to sleep, and so I had the entire store to myself, well almost, Chris was somewhere in stores getting clothes ready for display near the office section. I didn't mind Chris, he was big guy with some brains, not overly intelligent but we had a laugh and he worked hard - saw me as his superior although I wasn't. I was just more with it. Hornes Department Store stood on the corner of Walford and Gussington Street, a vast rambling Victorian edifice with numerous extensions and wings added as Hornes expanded and grew over the decades. Its still run by the family, Angela Horne, great granddaughter of Alvinton Horne the founder, is the owner and manager of the shop. She is very dedicated and tends to works long hours, she always chats to me when she sees me as she goes home sometimes as late as midnight. Angela Horne, for a middle aged lady is quite foxy. She has attractive long brown hair and is very tall. She's always in a business suit and believes all her employees to be dressed smart. She even grants clothing allowances from the store, and so I am always in smart jeans and shirts even for a shift such as the graveyard shift. I shifted the light box over to the centre of the room, in the overhead light I could see it was hosiery, a box of large sheer tights. Aristoc. I checked it off the lingerie-hosiery list and pushed over to the third door. Chris could take it down when he finishes the display mound. I look at my watch, its 3.45am. Where can he be? The job should have only taken 5 minutes if that. He was a bit of a daydreamer. I often caught he staring off into space, or fixated on floor girl. I found him one shift stroking a silky nightie in the women's department just gazing at the mannequins. He snapped out of it when I called for him, said he was thinking about Alison. Now if Angela if foxy, then Alison is a babe. She's taller than Angela and she wears very high heels that make her long legs look even longer. She wears short skirts and blouses, her breasts are a good size but it is her legs that are gorgeous. Very well defined legs and nice thin ankles, she always wears shiny sheer tights either nearly black or navy. Alison is the new women's department manager. She's been here for two months, and has turned every bloke's head who works here, even Colin the gay guy in Luggage. I checked off a few more rails of suits and moved a couple of baskets of tee-shirts over. The room was becoming more organised. Hopefully by the end of my fortnight shift the stores would be efficiently organised once again. Chris was really taking his time, I decided to go looking for him. Tick tick went the pipes as I past beneath them down the stairs to the main office floors. The big waste bins hadn't been emptied yet, Chris was slacking! Old display clothes were dumped here after they were offered to staff for minimal amounts. What with the clothing allowances much of the ex-display clothes were left for charity. I pushed past the wheelie-bins and noticed that one of the office doors was open. In the dim light of the corridor I could see a shadowy figure inside. 'Oh shit,' I thought initially. Burglars. Where was security when you needed them! I was about to head off to fetch Dave, head security officer, when a low desk lamp was switched on in the room. I stepped closer quietly, and hunched down beside the door. The office door plaque read 'Alison Bourget, Womenswear Mananger.' I could see a crumpled heap of cloth on the floor. Jeans? Chris's jeans were on the floor! In the desk light I saw Chris standing there in front of a long mirror. He was wearing a pair of sheer black tights and nothing else. In the reflection I could see he was admiring his long legs and was getting turned on by them. His large cock was erect and poking skywards encased in black nylon. I was quite shocked by the sight. To see a well built guy naked except for sheer to waist tights, dick erect and buttocks clenched was strangely arousing. My own cock started to grow in the underpants. I continued watching. Chris was turning sideways from left to right and right to left, his eyes peeled to the mirror. Then he pulled the gusset down and started to take his cock in his hand and touch it. He moaned with pleasure. My dick was hard. He started to masturbate, his hand going up and down slowly. With his left hand he reached forward and grabbed at something. Another pair of tights, navy ones. He brought these close to his face. Chris was sniffing the crotch area of the tights. Even from here I could see they had been worn before. He moaned "Alison, oh Alison", and was wanking himself off faster and faster. After a few minutes he stopped suddenly and groaned loudly, his dick twitching madly before he came big gushes of white spunk into his hand. He dropped the navy tights and brought his hands to his mouth. Chris was licking and eating his own cum!! I was so hard I was almost cumming myself. I had never seen anything like this before! I backed off slowly and silently, Chris was pulling his black tights down. I headed back to the stairs. "Oi Chris! Where are you, you lazy oik"! I yelled suddenly, grinning from ear to ear. I could imagine the look of horror on his face. I heard him swear and scramble around frantically getting his normal clothes back on. "Oi Chris! You finished with the bins yet? We've got all of mens to sort out and its nearly four already". I hung around the stairwell, and kicked the nearest bin to me. He swore again. I grinned even more. "Coming"! Chris yelled exiting the office as silently as he was able. He then ran round the corner practically into my arms. I could smell the spunk on his breath. He backed off quickly. "Had to empty the rubbish down on third before I could...er move these down". He lied. I could tell when Chris lied as he always hesitated and rubbed his chin with his hand. "Yeah, right", I said. The rest of the shift till seven we spent in the main store sorting out boxes. I had noticed the wheelie bins were full with lingerie and snagged hosiery from the display mannequins. I had concocted a plan. Taking Stock Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Stock Taking Chris was on the same shift pattern as me for the next three months. We were on a fortnight of graveyard shifts, then a week off, then day shift for a month. It then repeated. I didn't mind night work. It paid well and you didn't have to put up with the tossers from Menswear, the bitches from Lingerie who always flirted and the bastard management team who made you work too hard and trimmed tea breaks down to being virtually nonexistent. I kept Chris in the main storeroom deliberately for the first two hours, but got him to move just hosiery and lingerie boxes over to the third door. "So how's your sister?" I asked Chris. She was quite a babe too. Sharon worked on tills and we often flirted around the store and canteen. She had great legs too. The till girls wore long till coats so you couldn't see their legs much, but Sharon always pulled hers up at the lunch table just to flash her stocking tops at me. "Yeah, fine." Chris said, reading label after label on the hosiery boxes. I could tell he was getting aroused by it. "She still seeing Bob from Accounts?" I asked moving rails of jumpers to the children's area. "Yeah, Bob can't keep his hands off her. Fucking knob." Chris looked up. "He's a tosser, but he's rich. Sharon likes a penny or two." "I noticed." I said. "She still on tills?" "Yeah, she starts evening classes next month for her course. Bob wants her to start a temp position in Accounts. So he can keep an eye on her, I guess." "It's a way out." "Yeah, Sharon hates tills. Tracey is always on her back, she even reported her to Angela." "Too bad, Angela's fair though." I said. "Yeah, I like Angela. I mean Miss Horne." "Me too, she's a great boss. And not bad looking for her age, eh?" I looked at Chris, he was placing boxes on top of boxes near the wall, facing all the labels inwards so you could see what they were exactly. "Oh yeah," Chris smiled, "she's quite good for her age, bet she was a minx when she was young." "Reckon so. As attractive as Alison maybe?" "Maybe. Alison is..." Chris sighed, "hot, though. She gets my wood." "You got the hots for her then?" I asked innocently, remembering how he moaned her name last night whilst jerking off. "Yeah, she's a babe. I would love to get into her knickers." Chris looked up. He had finished the boxes. "Right, see that desk there?" I pointed to the heavy desk filled with brochures. "There are new ranges of tights going out, and new labelling. Unpack one box of each, match the new boxes up to see if they are correct with the new labels, place the new marketing posters on top along with the brochures. Do the same with the stockings, knee-highs, socks and shoe slips. Then start on the bras, basques, corsets and other lingerie." I grinned, my heart was beating hard as I imagined Chris's mind going overtime fantasising about Alison in all this gear. "Um, okay." Chris said, "but isn't that the womenswear department's job?" "Nope, I got orders to get the stores clear and ready for the next supply. Eric made a right pig's ear of the last order." It was true, I got a note hand-written to Allan Jones in my pigeon hole from Angela herself saying to get it sorted." When you've done that go empty the bins that you should have done yesterday. I'll be here checking the Blackriver range of trousers and shorts, then the Pierre Cordille shirts, and all the other shirts. Come back here when you're done, then we can go for a coffee at the machine." "Ok Al." His face was grinning as he strolled over to the table and saw the pictures of women modelling hosiery. "Whoa, fuck me, great legs." "Huh?" I said pretending not to notice. "These women with the tights and stockings. Nice pictures." He held up a Pretty Polly and Wolford poster advertising the latest lines of luxury hosiery. I must admit they did have stunning legs. "Oh, yes. Very nice. You a leg man then, Chris?" I smiled. "What? Oh well yeah, I guess. I just like them all over." "Have you got a girlfriend?" I asked, rustling through the inventory to shirts. "Not for a few months. I was going out with a girl called Elise, but she dumped me for a car mechanic. She fucked me all night. She was hot. I could have fallen for her big time." "You lucky sod. Didn't you fight for her back?" "No, er..."...there was the hesitation and the chin scratch (a lie), "she said she didn't love me anymore. Um, these tights are differently packed from the brochure one, what should I do with this box?" I strolled over. "Stick them over there for sales." I was feeling a bit mischievous by now, as Chris was clamping up. "Next week we're due an order from WoMan hosiery. Can you make sure it goes straight to department from the basement? They want them out while the brand is in the press." "Yeah sure thing." "You heard about them?" I asked inquiringly. "No, what about them?" I chortled. "Apparently they are being marketed as hosiery for women and MEN! Can you imagine that? Men in tights?" I laughed and looked at Chris to gauge his reaction. He hid it quite well, but not well enough. He turned away. "No way!" He said, gazing at the thighs of a blonde wearing Synergy Lites. "Tights for men..." he sighed. I left him to it. Hopefully the seed was planted. An hour later he strolled off to empty the bins. I sat listening to the tick tick of the water pipes as they cooled for a few minutes before I snuck down to the main office level. Sure enough Alison's office door was ajar, and her desk light was on casting an ambient light strong enough for Chris to see. Again he stood in front of the mirror. This time he had nude sheer tights on and had somehow cut the gusset out as his erect dick was poking straight out. He was turning sideways now and again to see how his legs looked. I was hooked. And transfixed. Something about Chris in tights was incredible; I instantly sported a rock hard erection. This was strange, I never fancied men. Never even thought about them. Counted myself completely heterosexual. Never really noticed hosiery on girls, in fact it usually got in the way. But somehow seeing Chris in sheer tights got me going. He was starting to touch his dick when I caught myself standing up outside the office door and grabbing a load of silky lingerie and discarded tights. "Ah, there you are!" I walked into the office clutching the underwear. "Have you seen the stuff they're throwing...away." I gawped at the sight of him standing there dick erect, his legs shiny in the soft light. His face was frozen with fear and shock. "Er." He mumbled. "Oh trying on the WoMen range already? When did that come?!" I dumped the underwear on Alison's desk. "Nooooo." He stood there gazing at his feet. "Look, please don't tell anyone..." "About what?" I grinned. "Nothing to tell. I was just saying that all this silk lingerie is being sent to the charity shops. There's a few hundred quids worth here, and no staff have claimed it." "Well, we're staff." Chris looked at the pile of black silk. "You claim it." "Yeah right, and do what with it?" I said nonchalantly. I started to sort it out. There were two basques, a few bras, some camisoles, a thong, three pairs of stockings, two pairs of black tights and a pair of knickers. Chris shrugged, his dick was deflating quickly. He was starting to look nervous. I fondled a pair of the black tights. Then as I was taking my shoe off, I saw that he had been through Alison's desk. The middle drawer was open. There were a few pairs of tights and some panties in there. I began to undress, lifting off my tee-shirt, and pulling down my jeans. "What are you doing?" Chris said. "Trying these on." I pointed to the black tights, they had two small holes in the feet where the dummy's feet were screwed to the base. I took my underpants off and began to roll the tights up. I was quite surprised how they felt as I pulled them up my leg trying not to ladder them. Fortunately one of the floor girls has dabbed nail varnish around the hole to stop it laddering. By the time I got the tights up around my waist I noticed Chris was getting hard again. "If it's good enough for you, I want to try it." I pulled the gusset up, I was in heaven - the tights felt amazing. My dick was straining against the fabric. I stood next to Chris, and admired the sight of us standing there naked save for sheer tights. "These are the Wolfords, and they feel incredible. Fuck, my legs look amazing and feel amazing." Chris stood beside me looking into the mirror, his face was radiating bewilderment. He looked at my legs and then his gaze drifted up to dick, enshrouded in nylon. He looked at his legs and turned to me. "You know, for a bloke, you've got great legs." I shrugged. "Yeah, so have you. Do you shave yours?" I looked at his legs, they were hairless. "No, I use Veet. The hair removal cream. In fact Alison's got some in her drawers." "You've been through her drawers?" I laughed. "Yeah, the horny bitch keeps a supply of lingerie and hosiery, and even a dildo!" "No way!" "Yeah, it's a small one but it was in the back of her drawer in a small bag. She's a real horny cow is Alison." Chris grinned and pulled out a small purse like object, inside was a small cream coloured dildo, two spare batteries and a tiny tube of KY jelly. He sniffed the end of the plastic tip. "Fuck, she smells good. There's the Veet." Chris pulled out the large tube. Chris's dick was bobbing by itself, the veins standing out proud and purple. His balls were hair free too and hung loosely in the hole he had cut in the gusset. A small globule of pre-cum nestled in the hole of his cock catching the table light as he moved, it got to be hypnotic. I moved closer to see it. Before I knew it Chris's hand had brushed my thigh, and his fingers spread wide and went firm as he moved his hand over my legs, he was sensing the glorious shine and silkiness of the Wolford's fabric. I groaned, it did feel good. Soon his hands were all over my thighs, reaching down to my knees and calves. He sunk slowly to the floor caressing my ankles and feet. I sat on the desk quivering with joy at the amazing sensation. Chris was transfixed with my feet. His fingers were constantly rubbing my heel and the balls of my feet, then he moved up to my ankles again. He held them and pulled my feet gently to his mouth. With his lips open he started to suck my toes through the re-inforced section of the tights, I was squirming with lustful thoughts and sensations. Gradually he worked up my black sheer legs, hands brushing gently and lips kissing nylon. It was so erotic I felt like cumming. I could scarce believe that this was Chris, my warehouse mate, clad in nude tights kissing and caressing my own nylon covered legs. "Ungggg" I moaned. Suddenly Chris stopped all of a sudden. I gazed down at him, he had shot a load of milky white cum over the floor in his excitement. He grinned like a maniac, and knelt back. His dripping dick sagged slowly and flopped down between his legs. "Look, um, maybe tomorrow." He said backing off his eyes still fixed on my legs and throbbing cock. He pulled his tights down and turned around. I just sat there watching him get dressed, my own cock still standing to attention. He put away all the bits from Alison's desk and cleared up the mess on the floor. I could hear the distant tick tick of the pipes and as I looked up Chris left the room and started to wheel the bins down the corridor. I stood up and gazed at myself in the mirror. I did have great legs. I started to wank myself off picturing Chris in tights, it wasn't long before I came too. Taking Stock Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Getting it on I went home after the shift and had another wank. I was mesmerised by the events of the last few days. I was so worked up I had to pop down to the chemist on the parade and buy a pair of tights and a big tube of Veet hair remover. I chose Pretty Polly Italian range in barely black. The guy gave me a weird kind of look, I just stared back blankly. No, in fact I relished the look, knowing full well what would be happening tonight. I walked briskly back to my house clutching the packet, and as soon as I got the front door closed I ran my finger beneath the cardboard seal at the top to open them. I went to my room and took my clothes off. The room was at the front of the house, and was well lit which was why I had the heavy curtains made up. Sleeping during the days for night shifts is a killer if you can't block out the light. I sat on the bed and shivered with delight, these felt wonderful. I ran a hot shower first and read the Veet instructions carefully. Half an hour later I was sitting in the hot bath with hairless pink legs and balls. I decided to clear my entire groin of hair. It felt weird, very smooth and sexy. My balls felt a bit raw, may be I had left the Veet on too long?! I had a constant stiffy. I got to read half a page of my book in the tub before I had to give up. The tights were calling me. I washed my hair and got out, drying myself and admiring my new bare legs, I prepped them with a flick of talc. I hadn't anticipated the feeling of nylon on de-fuzzed legs. It was electrifying! My dick went instantly solid as the nylon slid up my smooth legs. I was in complete heaven! I couldn't believe the feeling. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had sexy supermodel legs, nicely defined blemish free nylon clad legs. I must have gazed at my reflection for half an hour before gradually nodding off. I awoke in bed with an hour or two before I needed to set off to work. I pulled the duvet off and took a long look at my nylon covered smooth legs. My dick started swelling instantly. I was afraid I was becoming a hose junkie. I strolled around the house in just a t-shirt and my tights, enjoying the sheer sensation of my legs encased in nylon. I was hard all the time, a wet patch appeared on my gusset. I could not stop gliding my eager fingers over my legs and feet. I was in nylon heaven. After scoffing a pizza and drinking a cup of tea I got ready for work, pulling my jeans on over the tights, not bothering with underwear or socks. I got my keys and wallet and went out into the night. I could not stop thinking about Chris in his tights, his hands all over my feet and legs, he was lustful and crazy about them. I kept wondering what he would do when I turned up wearing them tonight. I let myself into the back yard behind the store and entered the pin code that Hornes uses for its warehouse staff. I checked my pigeon hole, picking up the post and went up to the main stock area. There was no sign of Chris, and strangely the water pipes were not tick-ticking. There was the usual blurb about staff reviews and company news, then I saw a white envelope. It was addressed to me. I opened it as I drunk my coffee. My hopes sank like lead, Chris had phoned in sick. I looked down at the translucent blackness of my exposed ankle. A sinking feeling, disappointment, hit my stomach. Shit, and there's tons of work to do too. I spent some time sorting the stockroom out, then emptied the wheelie bins on the various floors. There was nothing of note to take. Around midnight, my first break I realised I was working so hard I had forgotten I was actually wearing tights! But as I sat down for a coke I began to feel the nylon on my legs. I decided a quick sneak into Alison's office was long over due. I pushed the door ajar and went in. After locating the desk light in the semi-darkness I switched in on. I opened some of her drawers, nothing! I opened some more. Nothing! Shit, she's found out someone is going through her desk!!! I made a mental note to tell Chris. I went back to store room. I took my jeans off. I wanted to feel the cool air on my thighs. There was no sign of security and no one else was in the building. I thought what the hell, and went down to the lingerie department to explore. I stood by the corner of the changing rooms. The floor lights were not wholly on, just areas of low light in an otherwise sea of darkness. There were islands of mannequins sporting the latest dresses and shoes. I stood quietly listening. It was totally quiet. I couldn't hear the pipes cooling nor the rumble of the staff fridge behind me in the sitting area. My tights felt fabulous, I brushed my hand against them and looked at the hairless skin. My cock hardened. I went out into the dark areas, carefully avoiding the light spots to avoid the security cameras, which run all night. I was near the shoe area when I thought, hey I could try some shoes on. That would make my legs look even sexier. I was an 8 1/2 so I could just about fit into the largest ladies' shoes. I spent some time crouched low shambling among the rows and rows of mules, casuals, boots and sandals before I hit the patent high heels. In the dim light it was hard to see the sizes but I managed to find a pair of size 8 3-inch heels in black. Breathing shallowly, my heart a flutter I slipped the shoes onto my feet. They fitted snuggly, as the shoe was a wide fitting. They felt very comfortable. I was surprised. The awkward moment came to stand up. I wobbled. I wobbled a lot! How on earth do women walk in these? And what about the four and even five inch heels!!! I slowly paced my self walking in the dark and reached the archway that separated swimwear from lingerie. I knew there was only one camera in lingerie and that was pointed towards the basques and cinches. The lights were on in here. I looked down at my feet and my ankles. I had women's feet and legs. I walked swaying to the full-length mirrors, I was getting the hang of walking now. My reflection was incredible. I looked so sexy. My cock was now rigid. I gazed at my legs admiring the way the nylon curved around, getting darker as the tights curved round to the back of my leg. I loved them. They felt marvellous. My feet felt good. I really enjoyed wearing women's stuff. I was a transvestite!! I couldn't believe it. I had been standing there for around ten minutes when I heard a rustling noise, very distant. I spun round and peered into the dimness. I felt there was someone watching me. There was no one there. I could only see naked mannequins wearing the latest sexy underwear and hosiery. Chris had started doing a good job on hanging the new advertising boards. I wished he was here tonight so that I could watch him in his black sheer tights wanking and eating his cum. Damn, I wish he was here feeling my legs up and down. What would he say to my now hairless skin and high heel shoes? I walked over to the bras. I selected a nice black Charnos one and put it on. It sagged slightly. I reached for a drawer at the serving desk and pulled out some hosiery samples to stuff down my bra cups. I now had quite a bosom. I went back to the mirrors. I was looking hot, but I needed something more. I slipped on a black teddy to cover the small area of chest hair. It was gloriously silky smooth. I then saw that the nearest dummy had some suspender tights on. My Pretty Polly tights were nice but I was frustrated I couldn't touch my own rigid cock and rub it. So I slipped off the shoes and took my tights down. I still felt a presence of someone there. It must be the dummies, standing there in groups. I found an extra tall pair of sheer black suspender tights and opened them. I slid the cool silky fabric up my legs and shivered with lust as I put my feet in the shoes. I strolled out into the centre space and shimmied. I felt so horny, my cock was pointing skyward and glistened in the low light. I started to touch my cock, which was rock hard, and leaking pre-cum. It throbbed, and jerked with a strange mind of its own. "Let me do that." A voice said behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin. I spun round, and at the same time fell to the floor, as the heels seemed to do their own thing and fell away from beneath me. I couldn't see anyone. There was no one there. Maybe I imagined it. I continued to stare into the dark corners of the department. Then suddenly one of the mannequins moved away from the group. It was dressed in black, black basque, black stockings, and black high heel shoes. It had long blond hair and black opera gloves on. The makeup was amazing, as it looked so human. I was frozen with a kind of horror and wonderment. Walking towards me was female mannequin, beautiful and wearing very sexy clothes. "I've been watching you." It said. "Mmm-m me." I must have stammered still in shock. "Oh yes. You are a naughty boy." The figure smiled, her red lips glossy with lipstick. "You're wearing naughty girlie clothes. And look at your cock!" "Mmm-mm...my cock." I looked down at my dick, it was starting to go a little soft. The figure stepped forward and knelt down. She reached out for my cock and held it in her satin-gloved hands. Expert fingers played lightly over my purple cock head. It soon became hard. "You have a lovely hard, long cock. I may have to kiss it." The mannequin smiled, pushing me backward so that I lay on the floor gazing up at the ceiling. Before I knew it I felt a hot breath on my hairless testicles and soft lips kissing my balls. My dick pulsed with excitement. The lips kissed up my long shaft, whilst her gloved hands wandered freely over my pantyhosed legs. I was in ecstasy. When her mouth finally cupped over my throbbing dome and her tongue started to flick lightly over its shiny surface I tensed as waves and waves of incredibly intense sensation sent my mind on fire. This was one of the best blowjobs I had ever had, I felt the nylon on my legs and gazed down at my erect dick disappearing into her red lipped mouth. I brought my legs up so I could see the sheer nylon tights I was wearing. It was so fucking pornographic. Then I noticed that the mannequin looked strangely familiar. That nose. Those mascared eyes. It was Chris! Chris, my night co-worker - supposedly off sick, was on his hands and stockinged knees dressed in a black silk basque, a long blond wig and high heel shoes giving me the best blow job I had ever known! I was doubly excited and I watched his head bob up and down, my cock disappearing into his mouth. My balls tightened and then I exploded. My cum erupted into his mouth, he swallowed vivaciously sucking and licking. His tongue darting back and forth over and over, I thought I was never going to stop. "You haven't been getting any for a long time, eh Al?" Chris finally said, licking my dome and grinning. "You taste good." "Fuck me Chris, you fucking horny sod, that was incredible. Where did you learn to do that? You fucking gave me a heart attack!" "Don't know, I've never sucked a guy off before. Was it really that good? "Shit yes." "Good. You look so fucking horny in those suspender tights." Chris's eyes wandered up and down my legs. "You've gone hairless you randy old bugger." "Yeah, you inspired me." "Ever since you peeped at me wanking in Alison's office?" He grinned, his face looked so feminine. "You knew?" I gasped. "Of course, been doing it for months hoping that you would catch me eventually. I always thought you might fancy hosiery..." I looked at him in amazement. "How?" "You always gave me the hosiery jobs, and when Sharon used to flash her legs at you you'd gawp and stare. I asked her to flirt with you just to see you reaction. You obviously were affected by tights and stockings." "You bugger, I guess I was. Never really thought about it. But Sharon has got great legs. Not quite as shapely as yours though." "Yeah, well I do train and run. So what made you dress up in drag?" "I was hoping to watch you wank tonight, you got me so horny I thought I would try some shoes and then, well, why not the whole hog! When I got your sick note I was gutted." "I've been here for hours and hours waiting. I've tried various basques and teddies on, I even painted my toenails and fingernails. The makeup isn't that good. I can only practise when Sharon is out of the house." "Does she know you dress up?" "Oh yeah, she even helps me choose outfits. She suggested the opera gloves and the basque. It hides my cock well." "Well, I thought you were some goddess when you first moved. I couldn't believe my eyes. Your makeup makes you look so gorgeous, like a beautiful woman." "Yeah?" Chris smiled. He licked his lips again. "Fuck yeah." "You look pretty damn hot too." He said, he reached down and un-popped the fastenings on his basque slowly and deliberately, his cock instantly slid out, bright and glistening. "How long have you, er ..., been dressing up then?" I asked gazing at his cock. "About five years now. I started with just tights, I still love them but every now and again I dress up to the nines." He shifted forward and knelt upright, his cock just inches away from my face. He looked huge, I could see the veins under the skin, the thick purple helm of his penis covered with pre-cum. He smelt fresh and faintly of a very feminine perfume. I moved in closer, pushed him so he stood up. I felt his stockinged calves, and as I did so my own penis swayed briefly before getting solid. My hands moved up his legs to his stocking tops, I played with his straps wondering how a man would taste. I parted my lips and touched the tip of my tongue to his cock. I kissed the top of his dick and then went for the kill. I opened wide and took his penis into my mouth. He gasped and clenched his buttocks hard. He tasted nice, I flicked my tongue over his cock and rolled it around. He was breathing fast. I continued to feel his legs, they felt so good. I went up and down his manly shaft, wallowing in the sensation that I was cock-sucking a guy and both of us were dressed like girls. It was amazing. I continued to suck. Slowly sensually going up and down. Chris shivered, he trembled constantly, so I moved faster and faster. Saliva started to dribble out of my mouth, I had to swallow fast and as I looked up at the body of Chris dressed so convincingly as a woman I knew this was what I had wanted for so long. Within a few minutes Chris was breathing hard and fast, his buttocks tense and then his balls shifted upwards. He bucked. Instantly my mouth was filled with his hot seed, it tasted ever so slightly salty and delicious. I had to swallow as more and more filled my mouth. He was gushing hot spunk down my throat. My own dick was pulsating hard as I continue to drink him of his cum. I saw myself in a far off mirror, the sight gave me such a thrill, me kneeling naked save for suspender tights and high heel shoes, my lips around an erect dick belonging to what looked like a beautiful trans-sexual. I gazed and gazed and continued to suck Chris off, finally he stopped and was going slightly soft, my tongue gave him a final clean before he pulled out. "Fuck, that was good. For a first time cock sucker, you suck cock real good." Chris grinned, his red lips looked ravishing. I thought about those lips all that night and all the next day. Taking Stock Ch. 04 When I woke up the next day, the whole night shift seemed like a dream. I gazed at my ceiling with disbelief, Chris was not dressed up like a woman. I had not sucked his cock. I flung the duvet off and gazed at my legs. I was still wearing black suspender tights over my hairless legs and my engorged dick still had the smeared stains of red lipstick near its base. I smiled. Maybe it was true after all? I walked to the bathroom. I had a quick wank into the loo, brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower still wearing my tights. As I soaped myself down, I noticed how good the hosiery felt when wet. I dried myself and wandered around the flat in a tee-shirt and my drying tights. I was wondering what was going to happen tonight. I went online and surfed the web. I was checking out the hosiery sites. I ordered a few pairs of Pretty Polly Italian range, both barely black and nude, and some suspender tights. I also went to a lingerie site and bought a basque and suspender belt and some stockings. I spent ages looking for some shoes in my size, but eventually bought two black pairs of high heels, some four inch and some three. I checked out the Transformations website and was tempted to buy a fake set of breasts. But I thought I was going a bit too far too quickly, so I logged into a group specialising in men in tights and got talking to someone called Captain Gusset. We chatted about how we got into tights. I was a bit too enthusiastic and was talking about my very recent experiences, and how good a cock suck was in a pair of tights. I think I scared him away. I finally got ready for work, still wearing my tights underneath my jeans. I relished wearing them 24/7. As I walked up to the stock room, I paused again to hear the ticking of the pipes cooling down. To the notice board was a note pinned there by Chris. "Come find me at 2.30am, wear your usual things." There was a crimson lipstick outline of a pair of lips. I shuddered with anticipation. I took the note down, and popped into my pocket. Trying hard not to think about what has happened and what was going to happen, I got on with arranging the store room, and clearing the loading bay. Every glimpse of the watch making the time go slower and slower. By 2 am I was trembling with excitement, and got some clothes ready from where I had secured last night. There was also a Charnos bra, a pair of large panties, a pair of nude tights, three pairs of red stockings and a teddy being thrown away in the bins. I retrieved the bra, panties, tights and teddy. I took off my suspender tights and carefully slid into the nude tights, they felt smooth and silky. I cut a hole to let my erect dick out and then thought it would be a good idea to wear my suspender tights over them! They looked great, and my arse felt snug as it was still encased in the nude hosiery. I put the panties on, they were too small to keep my cock in which peeked out over the top. I put the bra on and the teddy, it all matched well, and put the stockings in to fill out my bust. By 2.15am I was jittery and went back to the store room, I rifled through the Wolford catalogue. There were some gorgeous women in it, and they had very fuckable bodies. Their legs were perfect. I made a mental note to take home the old catalogues from now on. Soon enough it was 2.30. I crept down to the women's department. It was dark and the few pools of light were like spot lights in a show. There were dummies and mannequins in new poses. I crept slowly in my high heels and crouched down near the entrance to the underwear section, avoiding the camera. I felt my legs and my silky teddy. My dick strained against the panties. I edged closer and closer to the racks of bras and corsets. Then suddenly a spotlight came on right in the middle of the floor. There, like last night, was this female figure, high heel shoes, shiny sheer black stockings, a black basque, black knickers, black opera gloves and a tumble of brown curly locks framing an attractive made up face. "Hello big boy." She smiled. "What have you got there?" She gazed at my panties, the purple dome of my shaft sticking out. "I bring gifts for my sex goddess." I grinned, unable to take my eyes off Chris' legs, they were just gorgeous. I reached out a hand and felt them, they were smooth and silky. "Not here." Chris removed my hand, "follow me to the changing rooms". We crept along to the far end and went through the curtains to the lounge area where the changing rooms were. There was a comfy sofa there, a coffee table, a big leafy plant, some easy chairs and plenty of hanging racks. I noted as I entered plenty of lingerie, shoes and boots and packets of hosiery lying around. There was also quite a few dildos, vibrators both finger like and ball like, condoms, gel, magazines and some cans of beer. "I thought we would be more comfortable here, its warmer and less likely to be investigated by any security guard." Chris sat down, and tugged at a can of John Smiths. "I brought some of my things..." "So I see." I smiled again, unable to take my eyes off Chris. He was unbelievable, if he was a woman, I would take her to bed and fuck her brains out all night. But he wasn't, and although something almost repulsed me that the creature in front of me was a man dressed like a woman I was fascinated. He gulped some beer down, and picked up a copy of Gusset Guys. It was an underground mag dedicated to men in hosiery, usually either gay or bi-sexual, quite often transsexual or transvestite. It was hardcore, the picture started off with guys putting on tights or stockings and ended up sucking, fucking or being fucked in hosiery. The stories and articles were hardcore too, and it had a classified section. I watched Chris's basque swell as his cock must be getting hard. I knelt down in front of him, took a swig of beer and began to rub his legs with my hands. I was in heaven, as I reached further and further up his thighs I could see the contour of his cock. I eased Chris further back and un-popped his buttons. I unveiled his large erect dick and moved in. I licked the dome of his penis, and followed it down to his ball, I took them into mouth and ran my tongue over then. I swished and swashed my tongue round and round and felt Chris getting bone hard. Then I went back to the top of his cock and started sucking up and down, whilst my hands ran randomly over his legs. The fabric of his tights was so erotic, and soon I was bobbing up and down on his shaft, getting faster and faster. Chris was attempting to look at a couple of guys trying out different coloured hosiery, but soon gave up and stretched out his legs groaning with delight as I proceeded to give him a good blow job. He soon tensed, and I noticed his balls rise and he pumped my mouth, and filled it with his hot lightly salted gushes of spunk. I let his dick glide to the back of my throat and relaxing my gag reflex pumped him a little more swallowing all the time. Finally he started to go soft on me. "That was some cock suck." Chris lay back euphoric. He was looking at me and my rigid dick, throbbing and leaking pre-cum. "Hey, you're wearing two pairs of tights! You kinky sod." He was studying my groin, so I stood up and twirled round slowly, I leaned over to give a view of nylon covered arse. He was getting turned on already! He pulled me onto the sofa and dived head first into my lap, his mouth zeroed perfectly on to my dick. I felt his hot lips around the base of my cock and then his tongue began dancing delicately up and down, across and back. His touch was so light, I could hardly feel it. But minutes later the tongue was slightly harder and I began a very, very slow but intense climb to one of most amazing blow jobs I had ever had. By then the time he was bobbing up and down like a boat on my penis I was wriggling mad and possessed, my legs shaking and my arms flailing, I was gasping for air and dared not look down at the creature worshipping my dick with her mouth. I caught a glimpse of stocking leg, and with a heavy rubbing of Chris' mouth over my bursting cock head, I erupted probably sending mouthfuls of spunk down Chris' throat. I collapsed in a heap, groaning and moaning. I could not believe the intensity of my orgasm. I sat here eyes closed in a dazed sense of oblivion. I heard Chris take quite a few slugs of beer, and he stood up. I half opened my eyes, his stocking legs filled my view, ending with the fuzzy blur of his stiffening penis. He had gone to the coffee table and was unscrewing a little jar or bottle. He stuck his finger into the container and swirled it around so that he got a big dollop of goo on the end. He put the jar down. "It smells of strawberries." He said. I had picked up his copy of Gusset Guys. There were men with enormous cocks, shaved legs and wonderful hosiery covered legs. I was gazing at a picture of a guy in a pantyhose suit. He was squatting over another guy wearing ripped tights who lay on the floor, he was firmly impaled on a huge erect cock which disappeared up his arse. At the same time he and his lover were sucking cocks belonging to two other men wearing white bridal stockings. I was vaguely aware that Chris was covering his cock with hands when he stood right up to me and took away the mag. His cock was massive and erect, gleaming and shiny. He grabbed my arm and twisted me round so that I was kneeling on the edge of the sofa. I then knew what was in store for me. "Hold on!" I said. I looked around, a little worried he was going to suddenly rape me, and split me a twain. I saw his penis head was fully greased up and gleaming. "Please, really slow, really slow." He nodded, his hands still touching my nylon clad thighs. The heat of his cock felt so hot. He was wiping his cock across my bum smearing the cream over my exposed ass. Chris manoeuvred his erect dick up and down over my bare anus, I could not believe it was hot! As I knelt there I moved slowly backwards, feeling the enormity of the purple dome sliding around my cheeks. The cream he put on felt strangely cool, but then there was the heat of his cock as he slowly nudged his tool in. Chris took it very slowly. As soon as I felt the nearest hint of pain, Chris stopped and touched my legs. His hands sweeping up and down, reaching for my balls and my erect throbbing cock, that either excited me or relaxed me or both, and continued entering me. Soon I was panting and heaving, crying with pain and protesting - but I was as far forward as I could go and Chris was pressing against me. After all the sex toys and dildos I had played with while daydreaming anal sex fantasies, I realised that that was nothing compared to a real hot, hard, throbbing penis entering my most sensitive orifice. He reached for my cock again and brought it erect as he sunk his own cock up to the hilt deep into my bum. I was so full, I felt that his cock was up near my throat! I felt I was about to explode, my prostate gland must be against his shaft. Slowly he withdrew, and developed a pumping rhythm with his hips. As he picked up the pace, his thighs brushed against mine. Oh, it felt so good to be getting fucked. He would pump me slowly as I would cry out how good it felt, only to stop and have me beg for him to begin again. "That feels so fucking good!" He was holding my waist. "I can feel your nylons against mine." Then he pulled out, waited a few seconds and rammed it back home, his balls slapping against my bum with an erotic sound. As he had backed off a bit I edged back on to his cock, and started to move to and fro on his long wide shaft. Chris groaned with delight. The feeling on my ass was amazing, suddenly we were smooth and lubricated, but still tight. Then for no reason Chris completely pulled out. I told him I could not take much more of him entering me and pulling out. He grabbed me and pulled me over so that I was slumped on the sofa beneath him. He held my legs and pulled them up and put them on his shoulders, my ass truly on show, my cock pointing up towards my head. Then he placed his dick to my bum and entered me hard, I winced a little. He had more leverage and soon he had started pounding my ass to the point where I felt I might start screaming with pleasure. "Oh God," I panted, "if you carry...on like... that I am gonna... pass out". Chris grinned. He pulled me higher so that I could his legs with my hands, my fingers felt his ass and explored his balls bouncing back and forth. I heard him groan. My cock was now leaking copious amounts of pre-cum as sensation after sensation of a cock on my prostate brought me close to orgasm. Then unbelievably I felt Chris's cock deep inside of me get very hot and larger. "Oh" I said. "Oh" I said. "Oh" I said. "Oh, Oh" I said. "Oh, Oh, OH!!" I said. "I'm cumminggggg." "Go on do it, I want to see you come all over your nylons and mine, I want to see you spunk". As he said that incredible feelings rushed through my body and I sprayed hot white spunk long and hard over my chest and tights. I thrust my ass down hard on his manhood, trying to get even more in me. Masses of thick creamy come spewed from my cock. With his fingers Chris reached down to rub my hot come over my nylon encased legs. It was just too incredible, I screamed with glee. Chris was true to his word. He was screwing the hell out of me and I truly felt like I was going to pass out. Chris was breathing hard,I could feel him get even more solid, my ass was so sensitive, he tensed all over. Even my cock went hard. He continued to pump my hose covered buttocks, then he quivered going really tense before letting out an almighty groan. Inside me I felt his white hot spunk spraying. He seemed to cum for hours. I moaned, I couldn't believe a gorgeous transvestite with a huge cock was arse-fucking me and was spunking deep into my rectum. My cock went hard and then I released another load of hot spunk. Taking Stock of Kelly (C) Copyright 2010 - MindSplinter - Published under Creative Commons License (Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike) 3.0 Unported My friend Kelly comes to visit again, and finds her taking stock of her situation. I'm standing outside the security gates at the airport, out in front of the crowd so she can find me when she comes through the gates, just then the doors swing open and a surge of people comes through with Kelly in the lead, a huge smile on her face as she sees me standing there. I move towards her my arms open ready to hug her as she drops her carryon bag on the floor, our lips meet in a long passionate kiss that soon has the other people around us staring. But we don't care... We're already in own little world. I break the kiss as I grab her carryon with one hand and guide her with my other behind me as I cut a path through the throng of people towards the baggage conveyors to get her remaining luggage. Soon we're in the clear, baggage in hand and out the terminal door to the car. I take Kelly to the local German restaurant for dinner, a small taste and reminder of our previous adventure across Europe. When we walked in the door I didn't think her smile could get larger that what it already was, nor the twinkle in her eyes any brighter. She knew, as soon as she got a look inside that this was going to be a visit to remember. After a great welcome dinner with a fine German wine, we were soon pulling into my garage at which point I found myself lugging her bags upstairs to the bedroom. I gave her some time to get settled in and take a shower to relax after the long day of travelling before I sprung my surprise. She standing next to the bed, her back to me about to get dressed when I came up behind her and pushed her face forward onto the bed, grabbing a wrist and pulling it behind her back she yelled out, surprised that I had caught her before she had a chance to fight back. She tried to throw me off of her, but I already had the advantage and soon had her other wrist and had them cuffed. I had her pinned between me and the side of the bed, and while I had her legs pinned I reached under the bed for the ropes that I had previously tied to the side board just for this purpose. I tied each thigh about shoulder width apart to the side of the bed before moving around to the other side and running a rope across her back and under her arms to tie it off to the other side board. Now she was tied laying face down, half on the bed and half standing and completely nude and helpless. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up to give her long kiss, she responded in kind our tongues dancing and darting around each other's mouth. I broke away and let my hand slip between her legs, fingers tracing a line up and down her slit before letting a couple slip into her, she was hot, wet and ready to go. I fingered her and massaged her clit with my thumb, listening to her soft moans become louder. "Do you like that" I asked, "Oh yes" she replied, I pinched her clit asking "Yes, What"? "Oh Yes Sir" she replied quickly as I pinched her clit harder. "That's better" I told her as I resumed fingering her, I kept it up for awhile making her moan louder and louder. I asked her if she'd like to cum "Yes Sir, please let me cum" she told me breathlessly, how could I refuse an invitation like that, so I slipped out of my clothes and slipped my cock into her, slowly teasing her. I kept teasing her for some time, gliding in and out of her slowly and methodically, until I could stand it no more. I quickened my pace and soon we were moaning and groaning in time, I felt her tense up and shudder just before she muttered a loud "Oh, fuck" and came with me shooting my load deep into her. I collapsed on top of her and held her tightly, running my fingers through her hair before pulling out. I untied the ropes holding her in place and helped her onto the bed and cuddled with her for some time before telling her that we should call it a day because tomorrow was going to be quite busy for both of us. I helped her to the bathroom so she could take care of business, then led her back to the bed and locked a collar around her neck that had a chain running from it to the bed before unlocking her cuffs. I turned out the lights and crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around her and held her before falling asleep. The next morning I awoke before she did, with her still in my arms. We must have been really tired as we hardly moved through the night; I gently extracted myself from our embrace and went downstairs to make breakfast. I ate as I cooked and brought hers up to her, setting the tray on the nightstand I leaned in a gently kissed her until she responded to me and opened her eyes. "Good morning" I said to her, "Here's breakfast, make sure you eat well as I can't guarantee that there'll be time for lunch" I told her. She sat up and hugged me before turning to the tray and digging in, in the meantime I went into the spare bedroom and made sure that my setup was complete and grabbed the things I would need for later. I went back to check on her 30 minutes later and she was done eating, so I had her turn around and I cuffed her again and led her to the bathroom so she could take care of business before we started the day's game. When she was done I led her back to the bed and began preparing her for the next scene, I picked up a leather hood and pulled it over her head, smoothing out the wrinkles as I went before zipping it up, lacing it tightly and locking the built in collar. It had zippered holes for the eyes and mouth, which I zipped shut before leading her to the spare bedroom. I had something special waiting for her, which I had built since we had come back from Europe. I led her into the room and had her step up onto a platform until she was right up against a padded crossbar where I had her stop. I locked her ankles into place and then gently coaxed her to lean forward over the bar until she was resting her torso on another padded bar and her neck was positioned in the bottom half of a neck stock which I closed and locked, before un-cuffing her hands and locking them into place also. There were also adjustable parts that her feet would rest on, that I could move back and forth to get her into a semi comfortable position on her tip toes, which I moved until she was perfectly positioned. Next I got out my TENS units and two programmable lamp timers and set them up, putting two pads each next to each nipple, on each ass cheek and either side of her clit ending with a Hitachi firmly planted against her clit. I tested each unit until I got a satisfying noise from her, and finished off with a set of clover clamps on her nipples. I turned everything on and received a welcome shriek from her as she was shocked and tormented, but I had one other surprise up my sleeve; I grabbed my flogger and proceeded to flog her ass and thighs until they were a nice shade of pink and she had came several times. I put the flogger down and went around in front of her and unzipped her mouth and asked if she was ok and to which she replied that she was. I told her that we would take a break and if she was doing ok that I would leave her just as she was, she indicated that she was ok and was not having any problems; so I left her for a bit to go and get something to drink for myself and something for her. I came back and gave her a drink through a straw which she sipped at hungrily as she was quite thirsty, but I didn't let her drink too much as I wasn't finished with her yet. I pulled the straw away from her and told her that I needed to run to the store real quick to get something for dinner, at which point she started struggling to get free. I stroked her gently and told her that she would be fine and that I wouldn't be gone long. She seemed to calm down, but she was still protesting when I zipped her mouth shut again and cut off her protests. I know she wasn't happy at this turn of events, but I wasn't concerned. I went downstairs and opened the garage door which I knew she would feel and hear as the garage was under the spare bedroom, got in the car and backed out before closing the door. She was madder than hell at this point, being left like this while I went on an errand but she had no choice but to enjoy the predicament I left her in as I had turned everything back on a low setting before leaving. Soon she was moaning from the teasing and torment of the Hitachi and TENS units. In the meantime, I sat outside waiting as I had not left; it was all part of the plan. After 20 minutes or so, I put phase two into action. I went around to the patio door and slid it open quietly and came back into the house, picking up the remote to my home entertainment system. Turning it on, I started a pre-recorded CD of breaking glass which I knew she would hear; as soon as she heard it she stiffened up. Now scared that she was alone, trapped naked in bondage and someone apparently had broken into the house, she started struggling to get free but she had no chance; the stocks were too well constructed. I crept upstairs knowing that they creaked as I went up, and knowing that she would be scared out of her wits. I had also picked up one of those toy microphones that can change your voice so she wouldn't know that it was me if I spoke to her. The CD had other sounds that I had recorded of sounds of someone burglarizing the house that I let play as I worked my way upstairs and into the spare bedroom. The first indication that she had that someone had found her was my gloved hand gliding across her ass, she tensed up and got real still; trembling with fear that she had been discovered in such a compromising position. Reaching beneath her, I grabbed the chain dangling between the clover clamps and pulled down on them pulling on her nipples, she moaned loudly with the sudden increase of tension on her nipples. Her breathing was rapid and labored as she could only breathe through her nose with the hood zippered shut, I knew she was excited, scared and turned on at her predicament locked as she was in this infernal device with an apparent stranger fondling her. "Well, what do we have here? A little bondage slut caught playing." I said to her through the microphone, my voice distorted. Her head jerked suddenly as I spoke to her and she started struggling to get free again, but it was hopeless. Her instrument of bondage and torture was too strong and she soon stopped struggling. I pulled off my gloves and moved around behind her and ran my fingers up and down her dripping wet slit, she tried to grind herself on my hand but I pulled away each time, listening to her groan in frustration. "Little girls like you shouldn't be playing these games by yourself, you never know who might come along" I told her, this of course caused her let loose with a litany of unintelligible noise as she tried to talk through the hood. "I think you need to be taught a lesson" I said, and reaching down I turned the Hitachi and TENS units up to full power, eliciting a huge muffled shriek from her as everything kicked in. I followed up by taking the gloves I had been wearing and tying them to the chain connecting her nipple clamps, adding to the weight of the chain. Picking up the flogger, I began to add to the pink hue of her ass and thighs and also her back until the pink had turned to bright red while also fingering her. By this time she was on the verge, so I dropped the flogger, unzipped my pants and slipped my raging hard on into her, pumping away as hard as I could, and with the loudest cry yet she had an earth shattering orgasm before passing out and going limp. I pulled out and turned everything off; moving around to her head so I could remove the hood and check that she was ok. I unlocked the collar and loosened the lacing before unzipping it and pulling off her head and checking her breathing which was strong and regular but quiet. She was quite simply spent, but I wasn't through with her yet. I let her rest there for a few minutes before rousing her with a hard swat on the ass, she jerked awake with a yelp as her eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light after being hooded for a couple hours. As she regained her vision, I sat there in front of her watching her face and when I felt her vision had recovered I spoke, "Well, what do we have here? A little bondage slut caught playing." I said to her through the microphone. Her eyes went wide, anger flashing in them and her jaw dropped as the reality of my game became apparent to her. Her mouth moved as if to say something several times before she finally found her voice and unleashed a torrent of profanity at me, after a couple of minutes she calmed down quit yelling and struggling, having exhausted every ounce of energy she had left. It was time to set her free of her torture device, I unlocked everything pulling the TENS pads off of her body and finally removing the clamps from her nipples accompanied by a final shriek of pain that I muffled by kissing her softly as I removed them and the blood rushed back into them. I helped her up and guided her to the shower, where I gently scrubbed and massaged every inch of her body under the steaming spray of the water before making lunch for us. I let her rest for the remainder of the afternoon and except for when we went out, I kept her restrained in some way the entire time she was here. She experienced several more sessions in my new torture device where I flogged, fucked, tortured and tormented her to no end. I'm sure that she took stock of her situation...