George was seated in the front seat of a car, his hands and elbows still tied behind his back and attached to his crotch so that every little move tantalized his sex. His knees were tied together, as were his feet, which were then tied to a ring in the floor of the car. His collar was bound to the back of the seat before Cyn had the ball gag and blindfold removed. George was displayed for all to see, naked and bound.

Cyn sat in the back seat as her chauffeur drove them down a busy, well lit avenue with lots of neon and trendy crowds roaming the sidewalks.

George tried to shrink in his seat but couldn't because of the way he was bound.

"Do not try to hide, Sherry. It doesn't become a girl such as yourself," Cyn said. "Sit proud and beautiful. The way you stood on that stage."

George tried to recapture that attitude. Tried to remember that he was an incredibly sexy woman now. That any one of those men on the sidewalk would love to have him in their bed.

As these thoughts ran through his mind he began to strengthen. He sat up, boldly daring anyone to look directly at him, to look directly into his all powerful eyes.

"That's the woman I paid two hundred thousand dollars for. Make them want you. Make them need you."

"Dollars?!" George blurted out before he could stop himself.

Cyn roughly pulled his collar leash back to the seat viscously yanking George. She put her lips against his ear and whispered, "I don't recall giving you permission to speak. You are mine now, little girl. I'm not as soft as that old fool Harry. So don't test me."

Cyn waited for Sherry to answer before she released the leash. After a tense moment George replied, "Yes, Mistress."

The drove all over the city. Up and down every busy boulevard. Sherry fully displayed in the window. George received not just a few hungry looks but was also harassed by several car loads of teenaged guys at various times that night, straining to get full looks at his now fully developed breasts. Each time, as the car full of teenagers pulled up, Cyn would lean forward and rub Georges nipples sending chills through his body and making them stand erect. She would look out at the hot, horny guys and then kiss George on the lips. Then rest her head on his shoulder, gazing lustily out at the boys as she massaged his breasts. Sherry was her toy not theirs, but they might be allowed to play with her if they were lucky.

Cyn decided that she had had enough of playing with the hormonal teens and ordered her driver to take them to The House. She replaced the blindfold on Sherry so he could never find his way back, and they drove off into the night.


When the blindfold was removed George's eyes were blinded by the light. Three young men released him from the car and carried George inside The House. They took him into a large bath pool, loaded with bubbles, and bathed him completely, dryed him. After making sure that his sex was still securely hidden away, they led him into a large sumptuous bedroom with warm wood and rugs everywhere. The bed, which was the most prominent thing in the room, was a large, wooden, four poster bed with a canopy.

Then men laid Sherry out on her back and tied her spread-eagle to it. From his position, George could see that the canopy had a mirror in it, so he could see himself in all his feminine glory.

As he lay there he once again studied the beautiful creature which lay bound on the bed. To think that just a few short days ago it was definitely male, and now this. A woman. And a happy woman to boot!

The men began to oil his body Sensually, and strategically they messaged the oil into his skin, making him softer and slicker. He lay there gloriously, magnificently drinking in the feel of their hands sliding over his feminine form. All to soon the finished and left his beautifully glistening body alone and he drifted off to the wondrous land of dreams, which wasn't to different than this world, he thought groggily.

He was awakened a short time later by a beautiful woman gently licking his nipples. He tried to roll over but was restrained by the ropes.

The woman stuck her tongue in his ear while she lightly stroked his nipples. Her hand occasionally drifting down to lightly tease his crotch. George immediately felt his body rush. He wanted this to go on forever. His eroticism was definitely at a new all time high. He looked into the woman's eyes and recognized Cyn. She smiled wickedly at him and purred. With her fingers and tongue she worked her way from the top of his incredible body all the way to his toes. She moved ever so slowly driving George to distraction with desire. Wave after mounting wave rippling through him, making him writhe and moan, which pleased Cyn greatly.

It felt like she kept him on the verge for hours. His body ached with pleasure. And still she continued. Teasing and tickling, kissing and licking. George thought he would loose his mind. He began to thrash about with each quiver she sent through him.

At intervals she poured a little bit of sweet wine into his sexy little mouth. Then she would lick it from his luscious lips and force her tongue between them, into his mouth, to suck up all the sweetness she had poured in there. George had never been so taunt with sensuality before. He had never been so ready. He was sure that her next touch was going to launch him into an orbit from which he would never return.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Now its my turn. Let's see if you were worth the money." She ran a finger along his bare thigh down to his foot, around and back up to his crotch. As her finger passed over his sensitive, he trembled with intense sexual excitement. She slowly mounted him and positioned her sex over his mouth. Then lowered herself luxuriously onto him. George eagerly responded by gently licking and teasing her wet and pulsating clitoris.

Cyn let out explosive sighs, which came from deep inside her. George continued very lightly licking and nibbling her sex as her hips began to gyrate over him. Her long luscious thighs tantalizing his cheeks, driving on.

He couldn't hold back any longer and fiercely attacked her vagina, thrusting his tongue deeply inside her with fierce stabs and biting her vaginal lips in a flurry of little nips.

"Ouch!" she yelped. She slapped his face hard, then again and again before she softened, and then gently lowered herself back to his mouth.

George had received the message loud and clear. He controlled himself to make sure she was pleasured above all. He used not only his tongue but also his lower lip so that to Cyn, it felt like two soft wide, warm tongues were gently caressing her. She responded with louder sighs and little "Yes, yes..." under her breath. George took her to the edge and then backed her off, again and again, until some 45 minutes later she couldn't stand the anticipation any longer. She leaned away from him and when she sat back up she smiled sweetly, kissed him deeply, then slid a long lubricated dildo gently up his ass.

George let out a gasp and moaned with pleasure as she slowly moved the dildo in and out. She slid down and positioned a breast over his mouth, her hands cradling his head. George was pleasantly surprised that the dildo continued to move in and out on its own

Between gasps he licked and sucked her nipples until Cyn was moaning loudly with him.

"You little vixan," She said. "You're worth every penny I paid, so far."

George redoubled his effort, driven by the rhythm of the dildo, and brought her to an incredible orgasm. She came loudly, groaning and screaming which only excited George further. He came so close to cuming that he too began to scream, but she turned off the dildo before he could peak.

Cyn lay sweaty and blissfully exhausted on top of George. She fell asleep entwined and curled up with his wonderful body.

George lay awake trying to finish the act that Cyn had started. No such luck. He lay worn out and frustrated. Every time he had tried to relieve the ever building pressure,that these people seemed to be more than pleased to create, he was stopped. Deprived of the final act. Maddening beyond his own comprehension.

Suddenly, Heather came into his mind. He saw her as the Angel, descending to Earth and enfolding him in her wings. Heather. His Angel. Where was she now? Would he ever be with her again? His anxiety level shot through the ceiling as he worried that he would never be with her again. Never be with her again.

And so George was quite miserable as he drifted off to sleep.


In his dreams, both he and Heather were together, in love and were both WOMEN! She was luxuriously indulging in his every desire. Gently loving him in long, slow licks with the whole width and length of her soft, warm, wet tongue. Driving him closer and closer to the penultimate experience of his life.

George was snatched from his dreams, just before the crucial second, by the slap of Cyn's hand across his face.

"We own you, now. Even your dreams," she snarled. "You will learn to control yourself. No 'if's', 'and's' or 'but's'." She summoned two young men, conferred with them briefly, then left without looking back.

The young men layed down on either side of George. They both were very beautiful and well built. One had red hair and very fair skin over his rippling muscles. The other had dark hair and smooth tanned skin. They were wearing nothing but chromed chains attached to rings which hung from black leather bands bound to their wrists, necks, ankles, thighs and cock and balls.

They laid perfectly still beside George with their heads resting on his arms, sides touching and their feet laying over his. He didn't know what to expect. It made him very nervous. They were so close and strange. George lay there, still bound to the bed, very on edge.

After what seemed an eternity the guy on the left turned onto his side, chains rattling, his erect cock falling softly on George's thigh. He reached over and caressed the other guy across George. He too, turned on his side, allowing his cock to slap George's thigh, too.

One, then the other, moved his head to George's breast and began to lick and nibble the nipple. With their hands they each stroked a thigh, almost in unison, slowly working their way up to his crotch. George shuddered and goosebumps rose all over his body as the erotic sensations electrified him.

They pleasured him like this for a very long while. He, moaned and shuddered, writhed and gasped, louder and longer with each passing minute. George thought he would finally cum, just from this. Suddenly, a silhouette of a woman stood before the bed.

She was completely naked and she crept onto the bed, straddling his waist. She bent slowly over to kiss him, but instead, whispered very softly in his ear, "Does Sherry want to cum?"

While the men continued to lick and nibble his breasts and stroke his thighs, George, overcome completely by sensual erotic pleasure murmured, "Yes. Please, yes. Yes. Ohhhh, yessssssss."

"What would you do for this privilege?" She asked.

"Anything. Absolutely anything," he gasped, lost in the heavenly grips of the passion.

"Good girl." She snaked her tongue deep into his mouth, deepening his passion even further, before she got up and disappeared into the gloom.

She reappeared, snapped her fingers and both the men stopped their activities and rolled away from George. They got off the bed and sat on their haunches beside it with their hands clasped behind their backs, knees spread wide apart, eyes down.

The woman set a small leather bag on the bed next to George. She opened it and withdrew some small pads and wires. She peeled the backing off one pad and affixed it to his right nipple. Attached another to his left nipple. She took a third and stuck it to that special area behind his scrotum and between his legs. Then she removed several small black belts. She wrapped one around each thigh, his waist, and each bicep. She hooked the wires up to each belt and pad and then ran them to a panel in the bedframe. Finally she attached a special band around the base of his cock and scrotum

"Comfy?" She asked.

George nodded warily. He worried that whatever was next was not going to be pleasant.

"Good. We believe you when you say anything." She straddled his head and lowered her sex over his mouth. She hung, poised, waiting for George to begin.

He hesitated. The woman pushed a button in a box, which was hanging from the ceiling. It sent a pulsating electric current to all the belts, which in turn caused George's muscles to contract and release, repeatedly and totally out of his control. Exercise belts put to a new purpose. He jerked, relaxed, jerked, relaxed over and over again.

She let the button go. George went limp. "You see, my little Pet, we control you. Totally. The sooner you give in to that fact, the better it'll be for you."

George wasn't hurt. In fact, some people might even say it was pleasant in it's own way. It was just the shock of his body dancing to someone else's control that stunned him.

She pushed another button. This time his nipples and crotch flowed with intense pleasure. So rich and powerful was this new stimulation that he thought that now, certainly now, he would cum. But she stopped much too soon for that to happen.

"Now you know the choices of this game," she said. She positioned herself again over his mouth and this time he immediately drove his tongue into the task of pleasuring this woman. And better than she had ever been pleasured before. He used the widest part of his tongue to very lightly stroke her. This way and that, teasing her clitoris then veering off to her other juicy parts.

The woman sighed with pleasure. "Yes, my sweet little girl. This is what we like, isn't it?" And she pressed the pleasure button sending those intensely sensual currents directly into his breasts and crotch.

He redoubled his efforts, licking, nibbling, thrusting, caressing as she rode him, controlled him with the pleasure button. They fell into a rhythm and before very long she came, warm juices flowing over his face as he had never before experienced. Lapping it all up and trying to give her a second orgasm so she would continue to press the good button.

She laughed at the obviousness of his actions and released the pleasure button. "Very good. Among the best I've ever had. But then, Harry did say you were a very responsive creature."

His eyes snapped shut as the pleasure began to flow through him again. His body rippling with pleasure until she released the button.

"You are so beautiful in passion, Sherry," she laughed under her breath.

"Bruce." She snapped her fingers and the red haired man mounted George, tangling his cock just above George's mouth. "Sherry," she said, indicating the obvious. "Well?" she waited, then pushed the other button.

George's lovely body arched and rocked for a time before she released him from its grip.

George eagerly took the cock into his mouth and began to woodenly suck and lick it. She pushed the pleasure button and George immediately changed his attitude. He began to caress it with his tongue, to tease and lick it in long sensual strokes as the pleasure streamed through his body once again.

Bruce groaned aloud and began to rock gently. George couldn't control his passion. The electronic stimulation combined with the sheer sensual act of putting this velvet sweet cock in his mouth was driving him to intense erotic heights of sensuality.

Bruce began to cum. Each spurt of the thick salty liquid was accompanied with Bruce's loud yells of release until he was drained and empty.

George swallowed lustily and licked his lips and then the tip of Bruce's cock, making him jump due to the intensity of the touch. The woman stopped the pleasure, snapped her fingers, and Bruce resumed his position next to the bed.

"Paul," she said indicating George with a tip of her head. He mounted George in the same manner as Bruce had. George jumped to the task before the woman even had a chance to push either button. George demonstrated the same sensual touch and passion as he had with Bruce and before long Paul was gasping with ecstasy as he came in George's mouth. When he was finished the woman had him resume his position beside the bed.

"My, my," she said with a bit of amazement in her voice. "A natural wonder, or a very quick learner." She walked the length of the bed, privately pondering . She sat on the bed and stroked the length of George's long lovely leg.

"You deserve something for your eagerness." She released his cock from it's binding and caressed it until it was wonderfully erect. As a drop of fluid came to the tip she wiped it off with her finger and touched it to his lips. He eagerly lapped it up.

"More?" she asked. Then turned to Bruce and snapped a finger. He straddled George again, dangling his erect member over George's mouth. She pushed the pleasure button and he immediately began to writhe with uncontrollable pleasure. Before too long, George took Bruce into his mouth and began to perform his new special magic.

At the same moment, the woman had Paul take George's cock into his mouth. The combined pleasure was so intense that George swooned. He traveled to a new place where heaven and hell met. Wrapped in the mists of eroticism, breathing pure animal lust and sensuality, he climbed to unimaginable heights of sensation. But the orgasm, looming large and just millimeters away from him, seemed unobtainable.

Bruce quickly rose to his second climax. Paul was having trouble bringing George to that magic place, or so he thought.

In fact, the woman had placed a 'climax preventer' around his cock, and no matter how good it felt, George could not cum.

"Designed to drive you nuts with ecstasy" the woman whispered close to his ear. And it worked. It was a device that Cyn had found on one of her many trips to the Orient. She had bought it from the consort of an ancient Emperor from a little known island, lost somewhere in the mysterious east.

George became more and more concerned over his inability to reach orgasm, but then, the intense building erotic waves seemed to overwhelm his mind and his concern was washed away.

The woman let Paul work on George for quite some time before she snapped and pointed. Paul slipped his own cock into George's waiting and eager mouth once again.

George devoured him, bringing him to an explosive climax. Paul collapsed on top of George, panting and exhausted. The woman snapped and pointed again and Paul resumed his position kneeling on the floor, leaving George still incredibly wanting. Strained at his bonds, moaning and pleading with his eyes.

The woman studied him as she slowly paced back and forth. She pushed the pleasure button and again George was rocked and taunted by the unobtainable orgasm. The woman laughed, snapped her fingers and left with the two young men.

George was truly in hell. Tied and unable to do anything about it, being tortured by the most intense pleasure anyone could ever imagine, yet never being able to reach that satisfying peak.

George writhed alone for an eternity before the stimulation turned itself off via a hidden timer. He lay limp and sweaty, his erect cock demanding attention. Nothing he could do would satisfy his intense need to go orgasmic. He tried to think about anything else and the first thing that came to his wearily mind was Heather. Beautiful Angel goddess from heaven. How he wanted to be with her. To serve her and only her. To be her pet, her slave, her devoted subject, her girl


The next day, late in the afternoon, The Dressers arrived. The released Sherry from his bed where he had been resting since the morning. They took him to the dressing room and set about their jobs.

A short time later, Sherry emerged, a tall, thin, curvy, incredibly sexy and desirable young woman. She was dressed in a very short black dress which hugged his body. The top was cut into black ribbons which joined a choker around his neck, allowing just enough of his swelling breasts to peek between the straps. He was wearing sheer black stockings and ankle stapped shoes, with very high heels.

The dressers presented him to Cyn, who approved and then dismissed them. With a nod of her head, a trainer stepped out of the shadows and bound Sherry's arms together behind his back and then both his feet and knees were bound together. The trainer then sheathe Sherry's entire body in a tight silk sack and had him taken away.