TV Chronicles - Chapter 3

Lost in thought, his hands wandered over his breasts and stroked his bare legs. The familiar rippling sensations.

He went to the door. It would not open. What was going on? He went to other door and tried it. It was a closet and inside hung a single set of clothes. He took them out and examined them. A dress with a belt. All black and made of leather. He searched the room. Nothing.

Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the door softly popped open a small bit. He ran to it and looked up and down the corridor. Nothing. He could hear women's voices, talking softly far away.

He ducked back into his room and put on the dress. It fit him like a glove. Very tight in the waist and skirt. It was a micro-mini, it barely covered his crotch area. It zipped up the front and each sleeve had a zipper, too. He buckled the wide belt on and looked in the full length mirror. He was shocked to see quite an attractive woman reflected there, long flowing hair carelessly tossed around her shoulders. He was immediately aroused. He zipped the front down so that he could put a hand inside and touch his erect nipples. Oh, so good. Those sexy, sensual sensations again. He wriggled with pleasure, but his brain screamed out to him, "No time for this now!" Right.

George tentatively stepped into the hallway, his heels clicked loudly on the polished marble floor. He froze waiting for someone to hear him, then continued walking as softly as he could. He came to a intersection, tentatively he peeked around the corner. Empty. He proceeded down the hallway, tippi-toeing as he went. A door flew open to his immediate right startling George. He froze as adrenilin pumped through his body.

A beautiful woman stepped into the hallway. Long blond hair, Bright blue eyes. A perfect body, tiny waist, beautiful luscious lips, hips and breasts, wearing black high-heeled boots and a very tight black dress, much like George's, and is that just a trace of stubble on her face ... or is it just a bumpy complexion?

"Don't be so nervous," she said with a laugh. "Oh, you new girls. Well, welcome to Harry house." She extended her hand. "My name is Jennifer, what's your's?"

"Geo ... Sherry," he said, shaking her hand. She was quite beautiful, he thought.

"Never make that mistake again or it's the re-education room for you," she said seriously. "Oh you're just going to love it here. I do. Come on let's go to breakfast."

George followed her through several corridors, down a staircase, and into the dining area. It was not the formal dining area but a special room just for the girls George found out.

Seated at the large oval Redwood table was a group of the most incredibly attractive, sensual women he had ever seen collected in one place. Jennifer greeted each girl by name and then introduced Sherry. There were two empty seats at the end of the table apparently meant for them.

They sat down. George turned to Jennifer, "What is this place?"

"Harry House?", she laughed,"C'mon." They all laughed.

Just then Rita and her twin sister, Laura, entered the room and it immediately became quiet. They stood with their arms crossed, wearing the same skin tight leathers from last night, replete with riding crops. After surveying the room, Rita walked slowly around the table to George.

"Well Georgie, how did we sleep?" she asked.

George did not move or reply. "Very good Sherry," she said without a hint of approval in her voice.

George heard it before he felt it. The riding crop whished past his ear and stung his bare back. WACK!

Tears immediately sprang to his eyes. He stifled a yell.

"Knees together at all times unless told otherwise, Sherry my dear." Her voice was cold iron. "If you act like a lady you will be treated as one. Is this not correct girls?"

They all nodded. "You see. Everyone of these beautiful young things was once just like you. They've learned and so will you."

Rita clapped her hands twice and several beautiful young men entered the room with trays of food. George watched his fellow 'girls', following their leads on how to eat correctly. Rita watched him very closely. He wasn't hungry but he didn't want to be hit again. His back was still glowing with heat where she had hit him.

Breakfast finally ended. George had gotten through it without any further whippings. All the girls were dispersing. George saw his opportunity to get out of this place. He slipped out the door with the other girls, followed them to the stairway, then turned away from the crowd. Hiding under the stairs until it was safe, he ran down the hallway and found the large marble entrance hall. He took off his heels and ran across the open space to the door. He tried the door. Locked!

"Tsk. Tsk. Sherry." Rita (or was it her twin Laura) seemed to have appeared from nowhere. "We're so disappointed in you. Why on earth would you want to leave us without saying goodbye?"

George stood rooted to the floor, nowhere to hide, too frightened to stay. Rita approached him. She lightly ran her crop across his cheek, slowly down his neck and then between his breasts coming to rest on his sex.

"I'm afraid you'll have to see Harry now. And he hates to be disturbed with this kind of thing." She motioned for George to follow her.

She led him across the hall to the doors that opened into the dark room with the pool of light and The Voice. Rita stopped him before entering. "Put your shoes on, dear. Let's not make him any more irritated than we have too, okay."

George put the shoes on, straightened his dress, then followed Rita into the room.

"Rita," Harry sighed from the shadowy recesses, "What is it now?"

She proded George into the light.

"Ah, the spirited one," Harry said. "Why do you bring every disciplinary problem to me? You know what needs to be done before I do."

"Caught out of bounds," Rita stated simply. "Sherry. Were you running?"

George hesitated, summoning up his courage, "You can't keep me here!" he protested.

"Keep you..." Harry sputtered. "Keep you here? Bring Heather to me immediately!"

Rita signaled to Laura with a snap of her fingers.

"We never 'keep' anyone against their wishes," he said in a kindly voice.

"Is that so?" George sarcastically asked.

"Silence! You impertinent little fool!." He clapped his hands. In one swift motion Rita grabbed George from behind, cuffed his hands together, forced him to his knees while pulling his head back by yanking a handful of his hair, and then gagged him.

George was held in that uncomfortable position until Heather was brought in. She was naked, except for her bondage harness. Her hands were bound behind her back at the wrists and elbows, and she was blind folded.

Laura forced her to the floor next to George. He could feel the heat of her body next to his. He could smell her musk. She so was beautiful, even in this state. Just being this close to such an erotic creature stirred him deeply.

Laura held Heather in place, waiting, idly running her riding crop up and down over Heather's erect nipples.

It seemed an eternity before Harry spoke again. "Heather, Sherry claims that she's here against her will. Now, that would be a complete breach of our rules and would not only expose both of us to great pain but would end up in your expulsion from Harry House ... forever. What have you got to say?"

Heather's mouth began to quiver. George felt her terror. He was sure that tears would be flowing down that perfectly sculpted face if he could only turn his head to see her.

"Master, She wants this. I know she does. She takes to it naturally...

"Did you or did you not bring her here of her own free will!?" Harry demanded.

George couldn't stand the thought of Heather being hurt, physically or mentally. "Sir," he ventured, "If I could be allowed to explain?"

"Yes?" Harry said. His tone was that of a patient man nearing the limits of his tolerance . "Do go on."

"Heather has nothing to do with this. I just assumed that I would go home in the morning. That this whole thing was a lark. An odd one but, for Heather, well, that's all. She didn't do anything..."

"I'll decide who did what, young lady!" He stepped into the light, bringing his face very close to George's. "And what do you think now?"

"Well..." George stammered, "Now I think I would like to know what happen's if I want to leave?"

"If you go? Then we must punish Heather... unless," he paused for effect, "Unless you would like to sign some document or another stating that you came here of your own free will and that you were not coerced or tricked into doing anything you may have actually done here including signing."

"Okay, no problem," George said. "Ah, do you think that Rita or Laura or whoever could let go of my hair?"

Harry nodded to Rita, who released George. "Good, good. Shall we?" he said offering a pre-printed form and pen to George. Rita un-cuffed him.

George took the paper and pen. "What about Heather? I mean nothing's going to happen to her is it?"

"No, no. Don't give it another thought."

George looked at Heather, still on her knees, blindfolded. "God, she's beautiful," he thought. "If I could only taste those lips, touch those breasts one more time."

Still on his knees, he signed the document, but before he handed it back to Harry, he asked, "What if I stay?. I mean, would Heather and I be together...at all?"

"Of course," Harry said, "Assuming that I would allow you to stay."

George looked at Heather. "Anything for her," echoed through his mind, "Anything."

"Would you?" George asked.

Harry took a long look at George. He walked around him, examining, weighing. Finally he said, "I would allow it. You show promise." He turned to Rita, "Take Sherry to the Education room for another lesson. Then tonight I expect to see her at the game room." With that he took the paper out of George's hand and disappeared back into the darkness.

"Hey! Wait just a..." George was cut off as dildo gag was fored into his mouth. In the same moment, he was cuffed again and a collar was buckled around his neck, repleat with attached leash.

As George and Heather were taken away they could hear the echo of Harry laughing. He retreated back to his desk in the darkness to think, once again, about all this.

Harry House had not been his invention. In fact it had taken a great deal of discussion and persuasion to convince Harry to structure and run the place. The man who convinced him was, also in fact, Harry's master, and he had ordered Harry to do this. After that he had had no choice.

The purpose of the house was to supply an endless supply of beautiful women to serve and/or service the elite cliental of Harry's master and his friends. And, of course, to raise enough money to fund the luxurious tastes of the House. Harry was succeeding masterfully. And that fact was not lost on the Master. How he did it wasn't the Master's concern as long as things continued.

It had been by design that Harry had seduced the first converts from the ranks of men to join the sisterhood. The process had been a long and loving transition, however against the boys will it may have seemed. Of course, that made it all the more exciting. The bondage. The treatments. The sensuality! And now Rita and her 'sister' were the jewels of the House so to speak. Excellent in their personal presentation and their work . Their pupils, each in their own right, becoming beautiful, erotic women dedicated to the House.

Any of the new young women had only one debt to repay and that debt was to be repaid in kind. Each new young woman had to bring in two converts before she was given this world and allowed to contribute to the House. Heather was at that point: her first one. Whether she had choosen wisely was yet to be determined.

Harry, however, had a special place in his heart for her. As a man, he was beautiful and poised, but that first time as a female, why, she was stunning! Never had one so perfect for the role been born into it here or anywhere else that Harry knew of. And if she botched her first convert, well, Harry could help and guide her though it.

This Sherry seemed to be all wrong. While she too, was quite beautiful, her soul didn't seem to be 100% right for it. But, then again, Sherry did choose to remain knowing full well what went on here.

"We shall see," Harry mused. "We shall see."

George hung from the familiar wooden frame, tied, totally naked and spread eagle. The only difference this time was the fact that he was tied wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle, to the ever beautiful Heather. Her breasts pressing tightly against George's back. Her head resting against George's shoulder.

There were another dozen or so exotic women tied to various other devices and in various other positions around the room. Some were totally encased in tight fitting rubber suits, from head to toe, revealing their every curve and device intruding or gripping their wriggling bodies.. Others were in various forms of tight leather attire ranging from body bags to corsets and thigh high boots, with impossibly high heels, to full street clothes, trashy and intensity sexy.

It all excited George, his erect cock bouncing in the air with every breath or surge of titilation that raced through his sexually charged body.

Rita passed back and forth in front of them, her heels clicking on the cement floor.

"Sherry, do you like this?" She asked. Not waiting for an answer continued, "This is your life now. And Heather is your Mistress from this time forth. No matter where you go or who you think you are, you will always do as she says without thought or hesitation" With that she slapped his bobbing cock with her open hand. He flinched with pain. Heather whispered in his ear, "You're mine now, sweetheart, for all time, just as one day you will have someone of you own."

George sighed agreement through his dildo gag.

Rita's twin, Laura, entered the room carrying a covered tray. Rita grabbed her by her wrist roughly, knocking the tray to the floor, pulled her to herself and passionately kissed her. The two women embraced, passionately continuing to kissing, while Rita gently lay her sister on the floor. She ran her hand over Laura's breasts, maneuvered her body so that her sister was pinned to the floor. With one hand tightly clutching her breast, she found the tray, and the large flexible two headed dildo which used to lay on it. She forced it into her sister and climbed up to mount the other end.

They both began to moan softly as Rita began to hump Laura Slowly at first then faster and deeper until they lost themselves completely in this act. Like wild beasts they continued, kissing, carressing humping and moaning, red hair falling in beautiful cascades over both their magnificent glistening bodies.

George began to unconsciensly thrust the empty air, wanting what he was seeing deeply. Wishing Heather had a cock and was making love to him. But wait? Wasn't Heather really a guy like himself? Isn't that what they had said up in 'that' room?

"Heather?" He gasped through his gag?

"Yes, my sweet?" She replied. "Is there something I can do for you?"

George nodded, becoming hornier by the second.

"Oh my poor baby. If only I had a cock? Isn't that what you want?"

Yes, he nodded again.

"Too bad, mon cheri'. Too bad. You must wait and then beg me and then, if I decide it is what I want, then maybe we will fuck just like Rita and Laura. Would you like that? Yes, I know you do."

George's cock was dying for attention. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to contain himself. If he came without anyone touching him, not only would that be unsatisfying but humiliating as well.

Rita and Laura began to heave with loud, lusty grunts as they approached their climax.

George could not control his fruitless gyrations. His mind was running in sync with Rita and Laura's actions. Heather began to lick and kiss his ear, breathing hotly and heavily, arousing him even further. He was going to explode any time now.

Too make matters even more critical, Jennifer and another girl suddenly appeared and began to suckle his ever growing breasts, sending wave after deep, rich wave of erotic sensation tripping through his body.

Rita and Laura climaxed together with a long, loud screams of release. And at that same instant, George's cum began to spurt into the air, too excited to control himself. He writhed, whimpering and trying to crush his body even closer to Heather's.

"Bad girl!" she scolded him as she tried to arch her body away from his, "Very bad girl!"

Rita looked up at them, pushing her long red hair from her flushed face. "Did Sherry cum too?" she asked in a tone you use with small children "That's a no-no." And she brought her riding crop down hard on his soft and rapidly shrinking dick.

His body uncontrollably jumped and danced in the rack. "Ooouuu, yes. I love that, Honey," Heather moaned in his ear.

"Who told you you could cum?!" Rita demanded, as she brought her crop down again. George again jumped and writhed with pain, and maybe just a little pleasure. She took the dildo and shoved it into George's rear. He gasped aloud. Rita pushed it in deeper and jiggled it in and out a small bit.

George twisted and danced in his ropes, moaning, sighing.

"Sherry likes this does she?" Rita observed. She slid it in and out deeper, controlling George like a puppet on strings. He gasped and danced, wriggled and writhed. She brought him to the edge of climax and yanked the dildo out. "No, no, Sherry. When you are given permission and only then." She hit his now erect cock again with her crop.

Rita repeated this routine well past the point where George thought he would die or go insane. He would do anything just to complete the act.

"No. Not yet my sweet," Rita admonished him.

Then she inserted the dildo into Heather and began to make her dance and moan. Laura reached between George and Heather to gently tweak Heathers breasts. After a time Heather was gyrating as wildly as George had been, banging her sweaty, naked body against George's. Her hot breath burning his neck as she came closer to her climax. Moaning and gyrating wildly. Harder and harder she banged into him as if she had a cock. Deeper and deeper she thrust her imaginary cock into him until, suddenly, she stiffened and then came with a deep throated yell that rose from her depths. And then she fell limp, exhausted from her orgasm.

Rita suddenly grabbed Heather by her hair, pulling her head to her and kissing her a long, wet kiss.

George was miserable. So close, yet so far. Just to hold her and kiss her, his lovely Heather. He envied Rita at this moment.

Slowly Rita slipped the dildo into George. She backed away from the hanging couple, "Now Sherry. Now you may cum... if you can." And she left the room, her sister following close behind her.

George tentatively moved his hips, trying not to let the dildo fall out. To his surprise it slide deeper inside him. He rocked gently, the dildo sliding in and out of him with lusious sensation.

Heather moaned. She raised her head and kissed his neck. "Yes," she whispered.

George continued to move, fucking himself and Heather moaned in time with his pelvic thrusts. He began to get lost in the pleasure, all thoughts of the dildo falling out and leaving him empty were gone. As his passion increased so did Heather's. She came alive again, slowly but quite delibertly she began to control the episode, moving the dildo in and out slowly and deeply.

George's eyes snapped open with the realization that the dildo was still inside of Heather. She was fucking him...and he was loving it!

She began to pump him faster and harder. He became totally taken over by it. His head swam in a misty existence made up solely of Heathers breathing and the incredible sensations electrifying his body.

Together they approached the orgasm of orgasms. Their breathing became as one. The motions of their bodies fell into a psychic rhythm. They traveled closer and closer to the inevitable climax. The sweet and all consuming climax.

Just as Heather started to cum, Rita pulled the dildo out of George, finishing Heather herself. She came in wave after wave, groaning and screaming as each ripple of pleasure coursed through her until, at last, she once again hung limp against a very frustrated George.

"I changed my mind," Rita said to George with a little smile. She gently stroked his damp body, turned and left, but not without another stinging slap of George's throbbing cock.

George hung in painful denial. His engorged cock still hard and unsatisfied. Heather nibbled his ear and whispered, "Baby. It was so good. It was so good."

George mumbled something through his gag. "Shss, shhsss, my little buttercup. You'll have yours in due time. But let me tell you something. If you really love me and you want to stay here with me, then you must do as I say. And I say that you make an incredible woman and that makes me very hot. And I think that you really enjoy being one, and that's good. In fact it's great. It's going to open up a whole new world for you, a very special world. And you'll thank me for it." She paused to gauge his thinking.

George was beginning to wonder if Heather wasn't right. He could see her point and he certainly could feel it. Since he had met her he had experienced more wonderful things than he had ever imagined existed. And to stay with Heather, well an incredible extra bonus. He all ready was thanking Heather for it, anything was worth it. Just to see her smile, to please her. It didn't matter what he had to do or wear. It was worth it.

He grunted his agreement through his gag. Heather nuzzled his neck. "Ah, my little buttercup. Tonight is the House party. At it you will serve food and drinks along with the other girls.
"Rita will be watching you so you must be very alert to the guests needs first, and how you comport youself second.
"And you will be expected to pleasure someone, and better than they have ever been pleasured before.

Heather kissed his neck and said, "And you must know that you are a very hot sexy, feminine little thing. Harry is very pleased with you. I want you to stay and so does Harry. What about you? Do you love this?"

George nodded yes before he could even think. It startled him how fast he was willing to give up his life as a man. To give up all those women in his future... and comfortable jeans and T-shirts...

Laura came in and released Heather who stood in front of George, looking him up and down. Gently caressing his new feminine body. The curves and magnificent breasts.

George wriggle under her touch. Closed his eyes and tried to think of what else he would be giving up.

"Sherry," Heather said in a confidential voice, "You know that as a women, here at the House, you can have any other woman you would like at any time. They all want a 'triste' with you. And for that matter you can have any guy here, too. As I said, you are a hot number. You'll soon see for yourself. But you must earn that prevlidge. And you will... you will."

George looked into her face. The most incredible face in the world. The most beautiful, erotic, sensual face in the universe. He fell into her eyes and became lost in her soul. Drifting in her light scent, in her sea of sensuality. The Goddess Heather.

She broke his indulgent thoughts when she said, "And as a woman you can wear men's clothes without even rasising an eye. When the mood strikes you. You'll find that some guys even think you look sexy in them. The best of both worlds."

She gently kissed his cheek, neck, then his breasts, and the left him alone to think.

"THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS," kept ringing in his head as he hung, tied and bound spread eagle, looking every bit the sexy woman Heather had said he was.

To be continued...