The New Neighbor By ChristianneLarry met his new neighbor a week after the moving vans left. The newneighbor knocked on Larry's door just before noon on Saturday. Larry wasstill groggy from sleeping all morning. He had been working like aplantation slave during the preceding week and a half and was trying tocatch up on much-needed rest, so he wasn't as cheerful about someoneknocking on his door as he might have been. He hadn't shaved yet and wasdressed only in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt as he shuffled to thedoor. He looked through the peephole and saw a willowy young man withlongish blond hair standing on his doorstep. He opened the door a crack andsaid: "Can I help you?""I'm Carl, your new neighbor. I noticed you were home today, so I thought Iwould introduce myself." He offered a hand to Larry, who opened the door alittle bit wider and took it. Carl's grip was surprisingly strong from sucha slender man."Larry Marsten," Larry said, introducing himself."I hope I didn't wake you. I was just trying to finish up the rounds, as itwere. You haven't been home during the week and you live right across thehall from me....""It's okay," Larry sighed. "Sleep is overrated anyway.""You're sure? I can come back later....""No. It's okay. Really. Would you like to come in?" Larry cast a quickglance around his apartment to make sure that it was presentable.Carl smiled. "Actually, I was hoping you would have a bite of lunch in myplace.""Uh...sure. Let me get dressed. I'll be over in a bit." Carl nodded andreturned to his apartment as Larry closed the door. Larry grumbledincoherently under his breath as he ambled to his bedroom. He dressedquickly in a clean t-shirt, faded black jeans, and black court shoes. Hestopped in the bathroom to run a comb through his hair and to brush histeeth. Satisfied that he was as presentable as time allowed, he left hisapartment, crossed the hall, and knocked on Carl's door."Come in, come in," Carl invited. Larry walked in and looked around. Carlstill had a few boxes stacked against walls, but for the most part, hisapartment was very well organized. Tidy, even. "What can I get you todrink?" Carl asked as he retreated to the kitchen."Orange juice, if you have it," Larry said."Coming right up... " Carl reappeared carrying in a plate with a couple ofsandwiches on it and a glass of juice. Larry got a good look at his newneighbor for the first time. Carl was willowy, as Larry already knew, but heseemed to bulk himself up with clothing: oversized sweatshirt and baggy khakipants. His hair was long and blond, tied behind him in a discreet ponytail.His skin was clear and fine and young looking. His smile was quick and sly andlit his blue eyes as if he was two steps ahead of the game and knew it. Larryliked him on first impression."Ordinarily, I wouldn't have bothered you, but you live right across fromme, so I thought that it would be a good idea to be friends. Y'know, in caseof emergency and all that," Carl said as he sat down on his sofa. "Sit!" heinvited. Larry sat in a chair opposite his new neighbor."Where did you move here from?" Larry asked."Peoria, believe it or not. By way of Champaign-Urbana.""So you didn't play in Peoria, huh?"Carl smiled wickedly, "No. Definitely not.""What do you do?""I'm a graphic designer. How about you?""I'm an architect.""You look a little young for that," Carl said. He was looking at Larryintently. Larry sampled the sandwiches--tuna--and paused before answering."I'm 26. That's old enough.""What firm do you work for?""Marsten Design. It's my own firm.""Do much business?""Oh yes. I'm very busy. I do okay.""That's great. I would love to be my own boss. Not enough experience yet,though."The rest of their lunch was cordial and friendly. Larry liked Carl wellenough. Carl clearly liked Larry and invited him to have lunch againsometime. Larry agreed, but made no promises. Larry went back across thehall, turned on the basketball game, and settled in to work on a model fora mini-mall he was designing. Even though Larry had liked Carl well enough,there was something about him that nagged at the back of Larry's mind. Hecouldn't put his finger on it.------------Larry didn't see Carl again for a week and a half, and that was just to sayhello. The next time he saw him after that was a week later still.Larry was a caffeine addict, but he didn't like coffee. He took his caffeinein the form of Coca Cola. He was working late one night when he realizedthat he didn't have any Coke left in the refrigerator. He grabbed his coatand drove down to the corner convenience store to pick up a twelve-pack. On hisway back in to his apartment, he saw a woman working a key into the lock of Carl'sapartment. From behind, she looked good, with wavy blond hair and a nicelyrounded ass sheathed in a black leather miniskirt. As Larry walked to his owndoor, the woman looked over her shoulder at him and smiled."Hi Larry," she said in a soft, pleasing contralto voice."Do I know you?" Larry asked."Yes," she answered, smiling a sly smile. Then it hit him."CARL?" She smiled even more broadly."Well...not really. I'm Carol right now.""Oh, my god!" Larry exclaimed. Then he started laughing."Well, I see you aren't upset," Carol said, still smiling. "What do youthink?" She did a pirouette so Larry could get the full effect."Amazing," Larry said, still laughing. "I would never have guessed you werea man.""Thanks, I think." Carol opened her door. "Care to have a nightcap?" Larryhesitated for a second. "I won't attack you, Larry," she reassured him."Okay. Sure. Let me put my soda away." Larry fumbled with his keys andopened his door, shaking his head in disbelief. He remembered what it wasthat he thought was odd that first time now: Carl's eyebrows were pluckedinto high arches. When he crossed back over to Carl's--Carol's apartment,she was waiting for him with a beer in her hands. She had removed herleather jacket . In addition to the leather miniskirt, she was wearing a redsilk tank top that hugged seemingly feminine curves. Larry noticed that herfingernails were long and feminine and that she had two dangly earrings ineach ear. His first impulse--that Carol was a gorgeous blonde--was not yetdispelled."I don't know what brand you drink," she apologized."This is fine," he stammered."I guess you're wondering...""No. Your lifestyle is your business. It doesn't bother me."She let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I knew there was a reason that I likedyou right off.""I must say, the illusion is amazing," Larry complimented. "You go out likethat? Oh, of course you do. You were coming home just now.""Yes. I go out like this. I go to a bar that caters to 'girls' like me. Niceplace, but I'm still the new fish there. I haven't met anyone yet.""Are you looking to meet...""Men? Oh, Larry. Don't you know that most transvestites are heterosexual?"she teased him."Well, sure, but...""Well, most of them are, hon, but I'm not. Yes. I am looking to meet men. Orother girls like myself.""I see.""Larry, you've gone white as a sheet. I told you I wouldn't attack you. Iknow that you're straight. Relax. "Larry hung his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that....it's just. Well. Youknow how deeply ingrained some prejudices are.""Don't I know it. So far you've done a good job of ignoring yours. Good foryou. I like you, Larry, as a friend. Friends?" She held out her hand. Larrythought for a split second, then took it. He was surprised at the strengthof the grip once again."I have a drag queen for a friend," Larry muttered to himself, rolling hiseyes. Carol laughed at that."It could be worse, you know," she said, still holding his hand, "I could beone of those shy, quiet types. Y'know the ones--nobody thinks anything aboutthem until they find the mason jars in the basement filled with their victims?"She giggled as she saw his expression change."On that note, I have to get back to work. Nice seeing you again."She walked him to the door. "G'night."---------------Larry saw Carl again several times during the next several weeks in the way thatneighbors see each other. The passed each other in the hall, met on the way tothe curb on trash day, and ran into each other on the way out to work. Larryonly saw Carl as Carol one more time during the at period, and was still amazedat how beautiful Carl looked as a woman. Then, one day, Larry ran into Carol onthe way out the door to work on a Wednesday morning. His shock must have beenplain to see on his face."You're going to work like that?" he asked.Carol looked at the ground and nodded yes."Wow! And they don't care?""No. Well, they say they don't care, but I think it bothers them. I'mlooking for another job--as Carol. I have an interview today, and I don'thave time to change once I leave work.""You're going to live as a woman all of the time?""That's the plan, hon." She winked at him and got into her car. Larry justshook his head.------------------Larry never saw Carl again, but he found himself becoming pretty goodfriends with Carol. Both of them, it seemed, had a passion for basketball.Most Saturday afternoons, they played a game of street ball before going into Carol's apartment to watch the college games. Larry was becomingcomfortable around his new neighbor, despite her unusual lifestyle.Time passed.--------------------One Saturday night in September, Larry returned home from his office andheard what sounded like a struggle in Carol's apartment. It sounded likeblows on flesh, and grunts. Then a muffled yelp of pain. Larry set down hisbriefcase and burst into Carol's apartment.What he found there was shocking.Carol was on her knees, bound into the position. She was gagged. There was aman standing behind her with a cat o' nine tails. He was wearing a pair ofleather chaps and nothing else. His erection was impressive.Larry didn't know what to do. He decided to be aggressive. "Friend," hesaid, "you don't even want to think about using that on me. I stronglysuggest you leave."The man with the whip glanced at Carol. She gave a quick nod and he gatheredup his coat and pants without a word and left. Larry untied Carol and removedthe gag. The gag was shaped like a penis."What are you doing here, Larry," she asked, impatiently."I heard a struggle. I thought you were in trouble."She rolled her eyes and struggled to her feet. Larry became intensely aware ofthe way she was dressed. She had on a black satin corset that laced up the back,black thigh-high stockings, six-inch stiletto heels, and a black leather dog collar.Her crotch was exposed and Larry noticed that her genitals were small andcompletely hairless. She also seemed to have real breasts. As she walked into herbedroom, Larry noticed how rounded her ass was. The heels she was wearing madeher ass roll in an exaggerated sexy feminine undulation. He was getting anerection in spite of himself. When she returned, she had on a silk bathrobethat covered her. She had removed the collar."I suppose it's best that you found out," she said. "It gives me a safetyvalve if I need it. Larry, I like what Mike was doing to me. If you hadn'tcome in when you did, I would be having glorious sex even now."Larry's face had turned bright red."I've shocked you, haven't I. I'm sorry. I won't apologize for what I am andfor what I need, Larry. I hope we can still be friends. ""I don't know what to think. I AM shocked, I guess. I thought I was morebroad minded than that. Look, what you do in the privacy of your own home is yourbusiness. I'm sorry I intruded. It won't happen again."As he turned to leave, she said: "Larry, wait. I think we need to talk aboutthis." He stopped and faced her. Again, he marveled at just how pretty shewas."Yes?""I...I really hope this doesn't screw up our friendship, Larry. I reallylike you. I would hate to have a neighbor who didn't like me because hethought I was a pervert or something." She folded her hands over her breastsand looked at him sheepishly. "You do think I'm a pervert, don't you?""Well...I don't know. You aren't exactly normal, are you?"She laughed harshly, "No, I guess not. But I'm not abnormal, either. Haveyou ever read Anais Nin?""No.""She once wrote that the only abnormality is the inability to love. I don'thurt anyone, Larry. And I get my own gratification with willing andconsenting partners.""You like pain?""Not really. I like being helpless, though. At the mercy of my partner. It'sa power thing for him. It's a trust thing for me. Do you understand?""He was whipping you."She giggled, "Yes, but that whip is so soft that it isn't much more than astiff massage. Felt good, actually." She lowered her robe to expose herback. "Any welts?""It's a little bit red, that's all.""You see?""I never thought of it that way. I would hate to see you get hurt."She smiled at him. "I guess we are still friends after all, then." Shewalked over to the door and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Larry.""Can I ask you one thing, before I go?""Sure.""Are your breasts real?"In answer, she flashed him. They sure looked real. Then she closed the door,giggling.---------------------"I've been on hormones for two years," she said to him over her coffee cupthe next morning. She had knocked on his door early and dragged him down toa diner for breakfast. "I've always wanted to be a girl. I started dressingin my mother's clothes before I started elementary school. I never stopped.""You seem pretty confident in what you want. Weren't you ever in the closet?I mean, you don't keep what you do a secret.""It's taken a while to be comfortable with myself. Five years ago I wasterrified, but now I realize that nobody cares. So long as I am careful insome situations, it's no big deal. The hormones have helped a lot. I looklike a woman now.""That's for sure...""Why, Larry, are you giving me a compliment?" she teased him."Sure. You look fabulous. If I didn't know, I wouldn't guess the truth.""If you had met me in a bar, would you have hit on me?" She was having funat his expense now. Her grin was nearly ear-to-ear."Ummm....yeah, I guess so." He squirmed a little in his seat."I'm flattered," she said with false modesty."Do you miss anything about being a boy?""No...well, no, that's not entirely true. I miss being able to ejaculate."Larry's face turned bright red again. He was sorry he asked. "Oh dear, I'vedone it again. So just how liberal are you, Mr. Marsten?""I'm a lot more liberal than I was before I met you." Their breakfastarrived and they dug into the eggs and hash browns."So you're impotent now?" Larry asked between bacon slices."Kinda. I still have orgasms, but the fluid is clear and my penis doesn'tget hard for it. It doesn't spurt like it used to when I was a boy, either.It just sort of trickles." Larry looked down at his breakfast as if he hadsuddenly lost his appetite. "I'm grossing you out, aren't I? I'm sorry.You're new to all of this." She paused for an instant. "I'm told that afterthe surgery, I should still be able to cum, thank God.""So you're going all the way?""I haven't decided. I want to see how I like living the way I am right nowfirst. I only just started the 'real life' test after I met you."They ate for a while in silence after that, as if Larry was digestingeverything that he had been told. Finally, he asked: "Who was the guy Ichased out last night? Is he your boyfriend?"She smiled. "He's cute, isn't he? Hung like a horse. He's not a boyfriend,though. More like a playmate. I'll introduce you to him sometime." Her eyestwinkled as she said that.---------------------------Toward the end of October, Carol invited Larry to escort her to a Halloweenparty. "It's Christmas, New Years, and The Fourth of July all rolled into onefor crossdressers, Larry.""I don't know about this. Is it a drag party?""Naw. It's actually a fetish ball.""Oh...I couldn't, really.""Oh, come on, Larry!! It'll be fun. I know you've been dying to see medecked out in black leather. I've seen the way you look at me these days."She was teasing him, but there was a kernel of truth there. He had beenglancing at her with more than passing interest lately. He had hoped shehadn't noticed. "There are a lot of rich perverts around, hon. It'll be agood way to network with prospective clients...""You've got to be kidding.""Please say you'll come!""Well...okay. But I don't guarantee I won't be freaked out." She smiled atthat."Ummm....now that you've agreed to come, I think it's fair to tell you thatit's fetish attire only." He paled slightly."What do you mean? I'm going to have to dress up in black leather orsomething?""Yes. Or something.""What am I getting into?" he asked.She flashed a wicked grin at him: "Something sexy, I hope. Would you care toleave the arrangements to me?""I don't know if I trust you now. What do you have in mind?""Nothing...yet." She winked at him.Over the next week and a half, whenever he quizzed her on the matter, sheput up a poker face and said, "Just you wait." In spite of himself, he wasexcited at the prospect. He was becoming very attracted to Carol and thethought tormented him. He was straight, wasn't he? But she was such agorgeous girl, it was hard to keep in mind that she was actually a boy. Hewas terrified, too, of what "fetish" attire she was planning for him.When the big day arrived, Carol had him over to her apartment early. Shewas wearing sweats and tennis shoes, but her hair appeared to have beenrecently styled."So what's the big mystery?"She didn't answer. Instead, she commanded: "Strip." When Larry didn't springto action, she walked up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "We don'thave all day, hon. I need you out of these clothes." He began to help her."Boxers, too," she said when he stopped at his underwear. With a shrug, hedropped them. "Sit over in that chair. I'll be right back." He took a seatas she walked briskly into the bathroom. When she returned, she had a bottleof cream in her hands."Hey...now wait a minute. That's Nair....""Hush. I need you hairless for the outfit I chose for you." She knelt infront of him and began smearing the depilatory up his legs. "You aren't veryhairy, which is a plus," she stated as she finished his legs and smeared thecream on his chest. "Give that about ten minutes and then we'll shower youoff.""Are you going to dress me in drag?" he asked."Of course. What did you think I was going to dress you in?"He was still apprehensive. After ten minutes had expired, she bundled himinto the shower. What body hair he had ran down the drain. It felt weirddrying himself after removing all of his body hair. "Now, we shave you," shesaid. She sat him down at the vanity in her bathroom and set a basin of veryhot water next to him. She dipped a towel into the water and wrapped it aroundhis face. He let out a muffled "Owww," as she did it. "Hush," shesaid, "You'll love how close I'll shave you." She was true to her word. Sheshaved him with a straight razor. It was the closest shave he ever had andthere were no cuts whatsoever. She applied an astringent to his face, thenswabbed it down with peroxide."God! That smells. What the heck is that for?" he complained."It will bleach the shadow of your beard and make you look feminine longer,"she explained. He whispered something under his breath. She heard enough of itto slap him on the butt for it. "That wasn't very nice," she pouted. Brightening:"Believe me, you are going to have fun tonight. Trust me." She led him into thebedroom and produced a blindfold with separate fleece eyepieces. It was the mosteffective blindfold he had ever seen. He couldn't see anything. She guided himto a chair and began to work on his fingernails. She shaped them slightly andpainted them. He could smell the polish and the coldness on his nails wasstrange. She even did his toenails. When that was dry, he felt her dust hisbody with powder. He had to admit that it felt nice. Smelled nice, too. Shestood him up and wrapped something around his waist. Suddenly, he was beingconstricted. He could feel her tugging at laces from behind him. When he thoughthe couldn't take any more, she tied them off. "I'll tighten it a little more onceyou are used to that. Now sit back down." He complied with great care. He couldn'tbend at his waist."Lift your leg," she ordered. He obeyed. She rolled something onto his leg,but he couldn't tell what it was. It didn't feel like nylon. Then she didthe other one. He felt her attach garters to the corset. She stood him upagain. He heard her rustling on the ground in front of him, then she guidedhis legs to step forward. She lifted the rustling something up his legsuntil he felt it settle in around his thighs. She fussed with the bottom ofthe corset, almost as if she were tucking something underneath it."No panties?" he asked her. He was getting an erection in spite of himself.He had no way to hide it."Not yet, love. Give me your arm." He held out his left arm and she rolledon a glove made from what seemed to be the same material as the stockings. Sherepeated this on his right arm.She then removed his blindfold so she could apply make-up to his face. Shehad covered the mirror while she did this, so he couldn't see what she wasdoing to him. "Stand up, hon," she said, lifting him lightly. His arms werecovered in shiny black rubber, he saw. The gloves each had a flap with a rowof grommets on them. He wondered what the hell he was doing in such a get-up.Suddenly, she was tightening the corset again. He looked down and saw that thecorset was shiny black rubber, too. There was a froth ofchiffon crinoline beneath it, so he couldn't see his legs. He assumed they,too, were rubber-clad."Almost done," she chirped. She was obviously having fun dressing him up.She sat him back down and arranged a wig on his head. It was dark auburn andwas impeccably styled, with blunt cut bangs and a froth of curls which sheartfully arranged to frame his face. When she was satisfied, she retrieved abox from under her bed. Kneeling in front of him, she slipped his feet into apair of shoes with impossibly high heels. He felt her fiddling with somethingelse once the shoes were on his feet, but through the rubber stockings it washard to tell. He heard a click on his left foot, then one on his right. "Onelast thing," she said. She wrapped something around his neck and began to laceit up. It felt like a corset. A neck corset? "A posture corset," she said, asif she had read his thoughts. The posture corset had garters, which she ranto the tops of his gloves. She attached the garters to the gloves with smallpadlocks."There," she said. "All done.""Done?" I still don't have any panties on," he complained."Oh! Shit! I almost forgot. Hold on a minute." She vanished into her closetand emerged with a box. "I hope this fits you..." She knelt in front of himagain and lifted his skirt. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felther grab his penis and testicles. She guided his penis through a metal ringand wrapped some sort of strap around his testicles. There was anotherclick. He knew it was a lock. He was hard now. Harder than he had ever been.The ring at the base of his penis wouldn't let him go soft. She guided himinto the living room. It was hard to walk in the heels, and the corset kepthis body at such a pitch that he had to concentrate on every step. Sheclosed the closet door and revealed a full-length mirror. What he sawshocked him. He felt a little faint."Is that really me?" he gasped. "I can't believe it!" Standing in the mirrorwas a fetish vision in black latex and chiffon. Larry's fine features wereperfectly complemented by the make-up Carol had applied to them and thebody-shaping garments he wore created a perfect illusion. He looked a littlebit like Betty Page. Carol lifted his skirt to show him the harness she hadlocked onto his genitals. She gave his erection a quick squeeze before headinginto the bedroom to change into her outfit. Larry couldn't take his eyes offthe mirror. He was simply astonished."I can't believe I'm doing this," he called to her."Glad you didn't chicken out?" she responded, obviously pre-occupied withsomething."I don't know yet. I feel funny. I don't know if I can go out like this.""Don't worry. I'll help you with that part..." she said.When she emerged from the bedroom, she had been transformed. She wore ablack patent leather corset dress that ended at her knees. It lifted herbreast magnificently, but they were completely bare. She had small metalpasties covering her nipples. She saw him looking at that and said: "Thesewill probably come off by the end of the night." She wore knee-high leatherboots over black stockings. She turned around and said over her shoulder:"Lace me up, hon." He tugged at the laces until she said it was tight enough.From behind, her body was magnificent , laced into a dress that hugged andaccentuated every luscious curve. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm buildingin his loins, but the metal ring kept him in check.She turned back around and smiled at him. "You are being a magnificent sportabout this," she said, and kissed him on the lips. She looked into his eyesfor a long moment afterwards. She helped him into a coat that covered mostof his outfit for the sake of modesty, then he helped her into her coat. "Carrythis for me," she said handing him what looked like a tackle box."What is it?" he asked."The toybox, of course," she laughed at him.He spent the drive to the party in silence. "What the hell am I gettinginto," he asked himself over and over again in his mind.As they approached the party, which was held at a meeting hall off thebusiness loop (which surprised him), she said to him: "If you see somethingthat shocks you, just ignore it like you have seen it all a hundred times."She stroked his leg to reassure him. "You don't have to participate in anythingyou don't want to. Just don't disrupt any scenes that are going on. It isn'tsafe. If you do decide to play, and I hope you do, the safewords for the partyare red and yellow. If you want whatever is going on to slow down, just say"yellow." If you want it to stop, just say "red." Other than that, just have agood time."They got out of the car and walked to the door, where a man in leather pantsand a leather vest took two tickets from Carol. "Hi, Carol," he said. "Who'syour friend?""This is my protege, Lana," she answered, smilingly."You do good work, hon," the man said, giving Larry a good look. "Enjoy theparty.""Lana?" Larry whispered to her as they entered."Well, I can't very well call you 'Larry' when you look like that, can I?"she answered. "Do you REALLY want me to use your real name, hon?""No!" he exclaimed, then whispering again: "I mean, no. I would never livethis down.""Oh, quit being so uptight," she teased.They entered the ballroom. The party was just getting into full swing, with anumber of couples, gay and straight, dancing on the dance floor. They were alldecked out in leather, latex, or rubber. Around the periphery of the dancefloor were various pieces of bondage equipment: a horse, a cross, a suspensionrig, a pillory. All of them were in use. Roughly half of the crowd was armedwith whips of various types. Larry spent a couple of minutes staring at peopleas Carol guided him to an unoccupied table. It slowly dawned on him that hewas more elaborately decked out than many of the people there. He could haveworn a pair of leather pants and gotten away with it. He wondered what Carolwas up to."Dance with me," Carol ordered. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to thedance floor. He had difficulty dancing in the heels he was wearing, but hecouldn't take them off. After two songs, he was getting the hang of it, buthis feet were beginning to hurt. He needed to sit down. Carol let him sit asshe mingled. She apparently knew quite a few people there, male and female.After a while, she returned to the table and grabbed his hand again."I want you to meet someone," she said, guiding him through the crowd to adarker corner that was being lit up by strange lights. There was a womanthere who had another woman tied to a chair. The dominant woman was dressedentirely in black velvet, including a corset that was the loveliest piece of clothing Larry had ever seen up close. It was velvet, embroidered with a slightlymetallic black pattern of Chinese dragons. It complimented the velvet hobbleskirt and velvet gloves she wore to perfection. Her hair was much like the wigLarry himself was wearing: auburn with blunt cut bangs. In her hand was somekind of device that glowed purple on the end of it. In her other hand was whatlooked to be a remote control of some sort that trailed a cord between the legsof the woman who was tied to the chair. The woman who was tied to the chairseemed to be in a good mood. She was smiling broadly. She was wearing a cuplessleather bra and had leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists. She waswearing a steel collar that had a padlock dangling from it. Clips were attachedto her exposed nipples and a chain connected the clips."Hi, Liz," Carol said to the dominant woman. "I want you to meet someone.""Carol! Hello! You look fabulous as always, hon," the dominantwoman--Liz--said. Despite her severe appearance, she had a warm smile andtwinkling eyes. "Who's your new playmate?""This is Lana," Carol said. "Lana, this is Elizabeth Raven.""Liz, for short," she said, extending her hand. Larry took it. Looking atCarol: "Should Lana address me as 'mistress,' or not, hon?""No, no. 'She' isn't that deeply into the scene yet," Carol replied. Turningto Larry: "Liz owns the best lingerie store in the state. I get all my funclothes there.""She flatters me," Liz defended. All the while, Larry couldn't take his eyesoff the device in Liz's hand. She noticed and asked: "Ever played with oneof these?""Uh...what is it?" Larry asked ."It's a violet wand. I'm training Patrice to enjoy electricity." Lizdemonstrated the device on her captive, dancing purple sparks over hernipples. As she did it, she pressed a button on the remote control. Thebound woman closed her eyes and moaned in a combination of pleasure andpain. Liz relented, drew the wand away, and pressed another button on theremote. Larry looked quizzical. Liz explained: "Patrice has a egg inside ofher that vibrates whenever I press this button--" she pressed the button foremphasis, causing Patrice to arch her back and close her eyes, "Every time Iuse the wand on her, she feels intense sexual pleasure from the egg.Eventually, she will be able to cum just from the wand alone." Larry'sexpression must have been one of shock. He felt Carol slide a hand over hisbare butt under his crinolines as a reassurance."Would you care to try it?" Liz asked them both."I don't much like the violet wand, myself, Liz," Carol replied, "but Lanahas never tried one."Liz raised an eyebrow at Larry. He shrugged in resigned acceptance. Liz came tohim and gave him a once over. "She's wearing too much rubber, Carol.""Try under the petticoat, Liz," Carol replied.Liz lifted the front of Larry's petticoat and stifled a giggle. "Oh, Carol!You wicked, wicked girl. I love it." Larry suddenly felt the electricitytickle the shaft of his still erect penis. It felt weird, but it didn't feelbad. Then she moved the wand to the tip of his penis. The sensation wasintense as the sparks tickled the opening of his urethra. He had never feltany sexual feeling nearly as intense in his life. After she teased the tip alittle while longer, she grabbed his shaft and gave it a few quick strokeswith her velvet-clad hand to soothe the skin. She plucked a napkin from thetable and wiped his still-sensitive tip. "You're leaking, hon," she said tohim. She shut off the wand and set it down. "So how come I've never seen youin my store, Lana?" Liz asked. "All the boy-girls in town shop there."Carol answered for him: "This is his first time dressing up.""No way!" Liz exclaimed. Smiling: "It suits you. Do you like it? Or are youjust doing it for Carol.""I must admit that I'm having fun. I was just doing it for Carol to start,"Larry answered."You should come by the store sometime. I'm sure that I can set you up with adelightful selection of frillies," she winked at him.Liz leaned close to Carol and whispered to her: "He is unbelievably cutelike that. Do whatever you have to, to keep him like that." Carol noddedconspiratorially, a wicked grin on her face."You know, Liz, I didn't just bring Lana over here to play. She's anarchitect. Didn't you say that you were planning to build a new store?""Really?" she said. Larry nodded. "Well, well. We ARE going to get along."She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Stop by the store. It's Raven Intimateson Peach Street. We have a lot to discuss."The rest of the party was a blur to Larry. He danced some more, gazed at amyriad of bizarre fetish outfits, and even tried out one of those "soft"whips that Carol described. She was right--it didn't hurt. It was exactlylike a stiff massage. "We'll work you up to something harsher, if you like,"she said to him. He would only let Carol play with him, even though he hadnumerous offers from other partygoers. When they finally left, he wasexhausted. Carol was still bubbling with excitement. Back at her apartment,she sat him down in a chair in the living room. "Wait there," she said. "I'llhelp you out of your clothes. You won't be able to get out of them yourself."She walked into the bedroom and re-emerged with another box. She knelt in frontof him and he felt her fiddle with the locks on his feet. He heard her re-closethe locks and realized that he was now bound to the chair. "Hey!" he said. Sheshushed him with a finger to his lipsticked lips. She pulled his hands behindhim and began to lace his gloves together with a long piece of black ribbon.Soon, his arms were immovably bound behind him."Carol...I feel funny about this...please let me go."She just smiled and knelt in front of him. "HEY!" he shouted as she stuckher head under his crinolines. Her lips were on his penis. She began takinghim in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft and her tongueswirling around the ultra-sensitive head. She was good. Really good. Sheslid a finger into his anus and that did it. Even with the metal ring at thebase of his cock, he came in her mouth. He erupted with all of thefrustrated seed of the night. It had been building all day and when it came,it was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.He passed out.----------------------------When he awoke, he was naked. He was in Carol's bed, he noticed, but she wasnot there. He roused himself and made for the bathroom. When he wasfinished, she was waiting for him, wearing a silk and chiffon baby-doll. Shedidn't have any panties on and Larry noticed that her penis was stiff."I thought you couldn't get hard any more," he said, grouchily. His head wasstill clouded by sleep and by the events of the evening."Only once in a great while," she said. She began stroking herself. In spiteof himself, Larry felt himself begin to harden at the sight of her. Her facewas overcome by lust. "I thought so," she said. "Come here, lover boy."He went to her and she pulled him down to the bed and kissed himpassionately on the lips. She took his erection in hand and stroked himuntil he was as hard as steel."I want you inside me," she said, reaching for a bottle of lubricant on thenightstand. His manhood twitched as she said it. She bent down and took himinto her mouth again for a few short strokes, then began smoothing the lubricantonto his shaft. When he was ready, she placed her legs on hisshoulders and guided his hardness to her. He slipped in easily, but themuscles in her behind gripped his phallus tight."Oh, my god , that's good," he said as he began to ease in and out of her."Mmmmmm.....yeah." Her eyes were closed and she had a ecstatic smile on herface. "I've wanted this for a long time," she said.He was moving inside of her now, with long, regular strokes, pistoning hisorgan past the sensitive ring of her anus. From his point of view, heimagined himself making love to a beautiful woman--that's what Carol lookedlike to him."You know what really turns me on?" she asked him with a languid, satiated voice."Tell me.""Mmmmm....the thought of feminizing you. You looked hot tonight. You couldlook hotter still....mmmmm.....oh, that's good."He wasn't hearing her anymore. The pleasure building in his loins was toointense. He barely felt it when she climaxed and spattered her clear seedagainst his crotch. His orgasm was mind shattering. After he came, hecollapsed. He eased out of her and positioned himself on the bed so that hewas spooning her. She moved her behind rhythmically against his still hardcock as he fell into slumber. She was awake for a while yet, planning."It turns me on more than anything else I've ever done," she thought aloud."Lana, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship..."---------------(c) Copyright 2000 by Christianne, so make up your own stuff, hon....