Chapter 5
Tyler Reed was in a strange predicament, one he had never before encountered.
He was in bondage on Marla Blaine's bed. He was on his back, tied spread-eagled on the soiled satin sheets. And he was dressed in ladies' sexy lingerie.
Marla had selected the most lurid garments she had for him. His torso was tightly encased by a corset which she laced up the back.
Reed was a long, thin man, but the corset held him so tightly that it gave the illusion of feminine curves. It was so tight, he was breathless and gasping.
The corset was made of red satin with black lace embroidery. It had all kinds of fancy frills and ribbons and buttons and hooks.
The corset cups were padded with foam rubber inserts, giving Reed a buxom bustline. The corset caused his normally flat ass to plump out somewhat.
Dangling from the bottom of the corset were four fat, frilly garters. The garters were oversized and made out of red lace.
His long legs were sheathed in bizarre black stockings with a wild diamond pattern. The diamond pattern made his legs look like the back of a snake.
His feet ached. Even the largest size pair of high heels which Marla kept for her TV slaves was too small for him. The shoes were red patent leather. The shoes had sharply pointed toes and his own toes throbbed with pain in them. The heels were six inches long and he had made an absurd spectacle of himself earlier, when he tried to walk around in them. He felt like he was on stilts and had moved as stiffly as a long-legged flamingo wading through a swamp.
He didn't have to worry about walking now. He was bound so securely to the bed that he couldn't have broken loose no matter how much he strained.
The make-up which Marla had applied to his face made him feel ... odd. She had sat him down at her vanity after she dressed him. His hands were still cuffed then.
She used the make-up to soften the hard, angular lines of his face. She used her pencil to darken and accent his brows. She had painted his lips into a pouting, red-lipped mouth. The lipstick tasted sweet to him.
A short, curly blonde wig was attached to his scalp. The golden curls bobbed against his hot face. The wig was made of natural human hair.
His bottom ached. Marla had used her hair brush to paddle him. Reed hadn't been spanked since he was a kid, when Ma used to take down his britches and lay into his ass with a hickory stick when he had done wrong.
He wondered what she would say if she could see him now.
Being dressed like a woman brought back memories he had almost forgotten. When he first joined the police as a rookie, he had been required to masquerade as a woman. He was serving as a decoy to help catch muggers in a crime-ridden park.
That had been over thirteen years ago, and he had long forgotten it. But now the memory was fresh and clear and he could recall how it had been to wear a skirt.
All of this - his cross-dressed state, the make-up, the spanking, Marla's verbal humiliation, being bound to her bed - all of that wasn't what was disturbing him and throwing him into a dilemma.
This was his problem - he had never been as excited by a woman as he was by Marla, now. She was a dominant, beautiful bitch.
She had stripped off her shirt and jeans for the session. Her heavy white breasts were held by a black lace bra with lace shoulder straps.
Black lace panties, low-cut and bikini style, made a black triangle across her hips. The panties barely cupped the bottom of her buttocks and was so low in front that her dark pubic bush was clearly visible.
She stood by the bedside. "How you doing, honey? Never mind, don't answer me. That big hard thing between your legs answers me better than your words could."
It was true. Reed's penis was rigidly erect. It had been in that condition ever since she put the first feminine garment on him and showed no sign of softening.
Marla said, "You don't talk much, do you? That's okay. I like a quiet girl. Besides, there's better uses for mouths than talking. You know what I mean?"
She pulled down her panties and fingered her pussy so there could be no mistaking her meaning. The panties fluttered down her smooth legs to her ankles.
She stepped out of them. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her lush breasts tumbled free from the confining cups. Her nipples were hard.
"You look kind of lonesome up there on that bed," she said. "Think I'll join you." She mounted the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight.
Her soft flesh brushed against him, inflaming his senses. She climbed on the bed at its head. He could smell her perfume. Her soft breasts dangled.
She positioned herself so that she faced his feet. She straddled his head. Her smooth, strong legs were folded under her.
Reed looked up as a shadow covered his eyes. Her pussy loomed directly over his face. It was beautiful, with thick lips and a full bush.
Marla said, "I sure hope you're feeling hungry today, miss, 'cause I'm planning on settling in for a long session. And I better warn you. If you don't eat me real good, to my satisfaction, I'm going to tear up your ass with my whip."
She lowered her pussy on his face. Now he could smell a different kind of perfume, the sweet and musky aroma of her pussy.
Marla fingered her pussy. "I'm all wet, but you'll make me a whole lot wetter."
The pussy came downward. His nose bumped against the soft, yielding pussy lips. Marla continued to sink downward. Her pussy lips split and spread to the sides, exposing her hot pink membranes. They were shiny with juices.
Her pussy covered his face. Reed kissed and licked her pussy. He rubbed his lips on her pussy lips. Her juices smeared his make-up.
He felt oddly upset by the knowledge that Marla's carefully applied make-up job would be ruined. Well, maybe if he did a real good job of pleasing her, she would apply some more make-up later.
Then he realized what he was thinking. He had to be honest with himself. His career as an investigator had taught him to look for the facts.
And the facts in this case were that he loved being dressed like a girl and dominated! He found it hard to believe, but it was true!
What a waste it was that he had waited so many years before discovering his true nature! But now that he knew himself, he knew that he loved cross-dressing.
Marla dug her heels into his sides. His oral performance had suffered while he was absorbed in his thoughts. Recognizing and accepting his destiny, Reed turned all his attention to the task of pleasuring her with his mouth.
What a delightful task it was! Her juices were thick and delicious on his tongue. He probed inside her pussy, tasting her, not getting enough.
Her smooth, hot thighs pressed against his face, holding his head in place.
Marla said, "Lick my clit, you stupid slut! Get your tongue working!"
He moved his tongue up her dripping slit. Her clitoris throbbed against his tongue tip. He pressed his tongue against the fleshy button and was rewarded after a moment by hearing Marla's first soft sigh of arousal.
Marla rocked her pussy back and forth over his face. His make-up was hopelessly ruined, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was keeping Marla happy.
Her juices and his saliva was smeared on his face from the top of his forehead to the point of his chin. She moved so that her clitoris continually rubbed back and forth against his tongue.
She leaned forward, which caused her pussy to thrust even more tightly against his mouth. She gripped his swollen shaft and held it upright.
Tyler Reed could have fainted with delight as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him while he tongued her. She fondled his balls.
He held back as long as he could, although he wanted to orgasm the instant she took him in her mouth. Earlier, when she warmed his bottom with the brush, he had been highly aroused and only by biting the inside of his mouth until it bled was he able to keep from coming in her warm lap as she spanked him.
Her head bobbed up and down on his member. Her long black hair spilled across his hips and his stockinged thighs. She caressed his legs, her hands gliding over the shimmering diamond pattern stockings, feeling and fondling him.
He came first. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he could only hold out for so long. And this time his mouth was occupied with pleasing her pussy, so he couldn't use the trick of giving himself pain to delay his orgasm.
He groaned as he came. He felt like his guts were being turned inside-out. Semen erupted from his cock like lava from a volcano.
His groans rippled with erotic vibrations through her pussy membranes. Marla pressed her pussy even harder against his mouth, grinding her flesh into him.
Semen gushed into her mouth. But she didn't swallow the fluid. She held it in her mouth. She squeezed his cock, milking the last drops out of it.
She straightened up, taking his cock out of her mouth. Even though she hadn't climaxed, she dismounted from his mouth like a rider climbing off a horse.
Reversing position on the bed, she crawled to him. The hard nipples on her dangling breasts grazed his bare flesh, thrilling him. He was a bit puzzled by her actions.
She gripped his wet, red head in her hands. Her lips were glossy with a glistening layer of his semen shining on them.
She lowered her head to his. His mouth was open. She crushed his lips with hers.
She had been holding his semen in her mouth. Now she returned it to him. He choked, more in surprise than in fear. She took hold of his skin and pinched it cruelly, forcing him to cry out, keeping his mouth open so he would have to swallow the come. His throat muscles worked as he gulped it down.
Even after it all had been swallowed, she kept kissing him, her tongue rubbing his, exploring the depths of his mouth, tasting him.
Finally she broke the kiss. She smiled with cold satisfaction.
She said, "That nasty stuff which came out of your cock belonged to you, doll, so I figured I'd return it to you. Is there any more left on my mouth?"
"A little bit," he said. A strand of semen clung to her lips.
"Kiss it off," she commanded. He obeyed without hesitation.
Marla patted his head. She toyed with the golden curls of his frilly wig. "You all are a good girl. You kind of fancy Marla, don't you?"
"Fancy you?" he repeated. "I love you, Mistress Marla!"
"What, after just one night - only a few hours?!" She laughed, but she was pleased. She was always pleased by tributes to her seductive, dominant beauty.
She said, "Let's not talk about love, doll. I don't even know what it is."
She reached for his member. "Hmmm, you are a horny bitch," she said. "Look at how stiff and red that thing is! I declare, it hasn't softened a bit, not even a little bit, even though you came like a gushing oil well!"
She moved so that she straddled his hips. "As long as you do have that big hard thing between your legs, I might as well make use of it."
Her bare thighs pressed against his stockinged limbs. She toyed with his member. She pinched it, digging her nails into it until he gasped, then surprised him by turning the penis punishment into pleasure as she stroked his swollen balls.
She said, "You're mine. You belong to Marla. You know that you're her slave. You can wash off your make-up and take off your pretties and put on your ugly man's clothing and walk on out of here. But you ain't ever gonna forget Marla. You'll think of me constantly and every time you do, your thing will get hard. And you'll come running when I call you. You belong to me."
He didn't deny - couldn't deny it - because it was true.
Marla said, "Since you belong to me, I might as well see what you're good for. You weren't bad with your mouth, but you're gonna need a lot of practice to come up to my high standards. You'll pay for the privilege of learning how to eat me right and my strap will be right there to whip your ass when you don't measure up. Now, let's see if you're any good with this thing."
She rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips. It felt so good, that Reed squirmed on the satin sheets. His stockings rustled against them.
Ropes circled his ankles and wrists, binding them to the bedposts.
Marla lowered herself down on his shaft. She held it upright. The red cock head pushed aside her fleshy pink pussy lips. Her weight and the force of gravity made her lower herself down. His member disappeared from sight as it penetrated her.
She was hot inside, a furnace. Her pussy was like hot velvet.
She lowered her upper body. Her heavy breasts dangled tantalizingly over his mouth. He lifted his head, but Marla pulled herself out of the reach of his mouth.
She bent forward again, which forced his cock deeper into her. She swayed from side to side, slapping his face with her soft, yielding breasts.
She rocked back and forth, bumping her hips, fucking him. She fed a nipple into his mouth. His lips closed over it and sucked it as she ravished him.
She moved faster and faster. Sweat dripped from their bodies, even though the room was air conditioned. The sweat greased their bodies and caused their hot flesh to cling together. Each time she rocked backward, his shaft emerged from her pussy. His member was redder and hotter with each stroke.
She always kept his cock head in her pussy. But as they fucked faster and faster, his cock slipped free from her pussy.
She gripped the: member and took it deep into her, moving so quickly that she hardly missed a beat. She fucked him again with renewed fury.
It was good for Reed that he had orgasmed once. It took some of the desperate urgency out of his system, enabling him to fuck for a long time.
This time, he did hold back until Marla was ready to come.
She was like a wild animal in bed. She dug her fingernails into his thighs where his soft flesh emerged over the stocking tops. She slapped his face and pinched his nipples. She made wordless, harsh, demanding cries.
She moved faster and faster. Her belly slapped against his. Reed twisted in his bonds, the ropes cutting into his flesh. But even the pain was sweet.
Marla came. She cried out. She shoved her hips into him in one last, final surge, taking him so deep into her that his cock head bumped her womb.
She dug her nails into his flesh, drawing blood. Semen spurted into her. Her pussy shivered convulsively and squeezed against his member, milking it dry.
The come soaked into her heated membranes. She exhaled loudly, her breasts trembling. The gushing semen filled her pussy.
She closed her eyes and slumped forward. She filled her lungs with air. Reed turned his head to the side. He was gasping and moaning with pleasure.
Marla finally lifted her head. She looked exhausted. A satisfied, lazy smile flickered across her face. She patted his cheek.
"Not bad, darling," she said. "You did all right for yourself."
Tyler Reed said sheepishly, "Mistress Marla, I - I have a confession to make."
"What's that?" she said. "You mean your confession that you're a detective, a snooper hired by Charlotte Froline to find out what I do to her husband?"
"How did you know that?!" He was stunned.
"I knew it all along. You see, I really did manage to get through to Josie Baylor and she told me all about you," Marla said. "So I thought that I'd play along with you and see what your game was."
He was ashamed. "God, Marla, I'm sorry that I deceived you-"
"That report you make to Mrs. Froline should be some interesting reading," Marla teased. "It will have to be X-rated and wrapped in asbestos covers."
"I'm not going to make that report," he said. "I could never do that now. Being with you tonight made me discover more than I had bargained for. More about myself, I mean. Marla, please let me be your slave! Please!"
"You found out that you like to dress up like a girl and get bossed around," she said. "Well, you came to the right place, because that's what I surely love to do. But don't you have a conflict of interest now, between me -your new master - and your client, Mrs. Froline?"
"There's no conflict. It's you that I want to serve. I'll resign the job."
"No, don't do that," Marla said. "As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to have a nice long talk with Charlotte and you're going to arrange it for me."
"But - why?"
"Don't ask so many questions. That's none of your business. A good little slave girl never asks, 'Why?' She merely does what her mistress commands."
"I don't understand why you want it, but I'll arrange that meeting for you with Mrs. Froline," Reed said.
"Good. That will take care of that little matter. But there's some other pressing business for you and I to settle right now, you sly little slut."
She sat up straight, his still-hard cock twitching inside her.
She said, "It was very naughty of you to come to me under false pretenses, slave girl. I was planning to whip your ass raw and teach you a lesson, but I decided to have some fun with you instead, 'cause I liked your looks. But if you plan on being my slave for real, then you're going to have to be severely punished for starting off on the wrong foot with your beautiful mistress."
"I don't care, Mistress Marla. I want to be punished. I need to be punished."
She smiled cruelly. "I'm afraid that I'm not going to be as sweet to you as I have been up to now. It's a very serious offense, trying to fool your mistress. Let me tell you what I'm going to do to you."
"I'm going to put your penis in bondage. I'm going to tease it until it gets super hard and then I'm going to put a cock ring on you, so you'll stay hard."
"I'm going to gag you. But not with any old gag. No, this will be a penis gag. The gag part of it is shaped just like a fat cock. I'm going to take that cock and stuff it into your mouth and strap it into place. It'll be good practice for my new slave girl and will help her get used to having things put in her mouth."
"Then I'm going to give you a real ass whipping. I'm not going to use my brush, either. I'm going to use my leather strap. I'm going to whip your ass red and raw. You won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking of Marla."
Her dark eyes glittered as she described what she would do to him. "And don't think that your punishment is going to stop when I finish strapping your ass. I'm going to make you cry like a baby. You'll beg for mercy with tears in your eyes."
"But there won't be any mercy, not just then. Naughty slave girls must be strictly punished. After I've whipped your ass, you're going into the bathroom."
"How long has it been since you've had an enema, slave girl? However long it's been, that's too long. But you won't go another night without being thoroughly cleaned out. And Marla will do the cleaning, Marla and her red rubber bag."
"Wait'll you see the enema nozzle. It's not long and thin, it's fat and thick and white. It's just like a big, hard cock. I'm going to take you over my lap like the little girl you are and I'm going to stick that thing right up your ass."
"Then I'll fill you up and clean you out," Marla continued. "When you're all purged and clean as a whistle, the fun will really start. You like the kind of slave girl who always has to touch herself. I'll fix that."
"I'm going to put you into a chastity belt to prevent that problem. Once I don't have to worry about you touching yourself and making yourself come, I'll dress you. I'll dress you in some trampy clothes I've got, real whore clothes."
"You'll be in red silk panties and black stockings and a bra, too. Then I'll tie you to a chair right by my bed, so you can see everything that goes on. You'll be tied so tight that you won't possibly be able to get free."
"Then you can watch me dress. Your thing will be hard and aching to be put inside me. Forget it! And I'll tease you and touch you and breath in your ear and lick it and drive you wild! But you won't be able to do nothing about it!"
"You'll think you can't stand it anymore, that you'll go mad with lust," Marla promised him, "but there'll be worse in store for you."
"You see that clock on the night table? Well, when it says that the time is midnight, the fun will really begin - for me, but not for you."
"You see, slave girl, I've got an appointment at midnight. A slave of mine is coming to pay homage to me, to worship me and he won't be alone."
"He's a cross-dresser, too. He's very young, scandalously so. He's a Yankee, but I like him anyway. His name is Lane and he's a kid genius, a computer wizard. He's real young, but he's got real sophisticated tastes."
"Lane likes to dress up, too. And he really looks convincing. He's real thin, with a sweet face and these big, wide, innocent blue eyes. But his eyes are the only thing innocent about him."
"His mistress, Shari, will be joining him. She's ten years older than he is. She's big and busty and real dominant, maybe even meaner than me."
"She keeps her slave girl-boy in panties all the time. Even when he's at work, dressed in a snappy business suit, he's got a frilly pair of panties on. And when he's on his own time, he dresses all the way. He can walk out into the plaza at high noon when he's all dressed like a girl and he looks so real that nobody would think that under his skirt is a cock and balls."
Marla fondled her clitoris, her fingers rubbing it as she delivered her hypnotic recital. "You know what I'm going to do to Lane when he gets here? I'm going to strip off his dress and tie him down on this bed and take down his panties and rape him - rape him right under your nose."
Tyler Reed whispered, "God! I'd love that!"