TV Chronicles - Chapter 4

As the evening approached, George was bathed and taken to his room to rest. There he was bound so as not to allow him to pleasure himself: his wrists were affixed to the rings in his collar by little locks, his elbows were bound to his torso, and both his feet and collar were tied to rings in the head and foot boards of his bed. He could lay or sleep comfortably but he could not get off the bed, touch himself or maneuver his sex into any position which might supply relief to his frustrated sexual drive.

George dozed on and off. His dreams were vivid and wild. But, then no wilder than his present position. Heather was in them all, sometimes a beautiful, gentle man, sometimes the incredibly sexy woman he knew. George was always the same in them: Neither male or female, but always very aroused by Heather.

Before he knew it, Heather was waking him. Behind her stood two girls he had never seen before. They were both very attractive, but neither of them looked directly at George it seemed.

They both wore matching white silk robes with large draped sleeves and gathered around the waist by golden belts adorned with many golden chains. The robes hung to the floor but were pulled up in the front and tucked into the belts, revealing very gorgeous legs wrapped in silky white stockings attached by garters. On their feet were white silk pumps with high heels.

Heather spoke to George with a voice that seemed, to George, designed not to engender fear. Fear of what he did not know. "Sherry, my love. It is time to get ready for the party."

She looked at George. What was that in her that was suddenly so ... different? She kneeled by his bed and stroked him. first his cheek, then his nipples, which sprung to attention. Next she moved to his sex. It rose, pulsating from his crotch. She gently teased it, focusing all her attention on it. George began to react. He wanted it so bad.

"Yes, Heather. Please," he pleaded. "I want it, I want you so bad," he whispered under his breath.

She took his erect cock into her mouth. Her warm, moist, perfect mouth. It was almost to much for George. He struggled to hold back his orgasm until it was just right. Just at the peak of the tension. The sweet spot of the experience. Heather reached out with her hand and played with his nipple. The moment was almost here. With her other hand she gently massaged his rear. George felt the orgasm just start to begin when Heather stopped. She moved to kiss his mouth and he turned his head away.

"Sherry, I know what is best for you. You will have your chance tonight. Trust me," she whispered. She stood up, stepped back and said, "Prepare her," and left.

The two women released him and led him into a room whose every surface was made out of mirrors. One of them pushed a secret button and a wall panel slid silently open revealing an extensive wardrobe. She disappeared inside for a few seconds and returned with an armful of undergarments and clothes.

"Quite the special treatment," she said indicating the wardrobe with her head. "Harry must really think you're special."

The taller of the two girls attached his leash to a ceiling hook and pulled it taunt. Georges hands were still attached to his collar. She released them only to put his wrists into velvet cuffs, also attached to the ceiling and pulled them taunt so he had to stand on tiptoes.

The girl with the clothes fitted him with a red satin corset. "20 inch waist. Take small breaths and by the morning you will have the smallest little waist this side of the rockies."

She next taped his penis back between his legs, pulling it until he thought it would tear off. Then she put silky stockings on each of his beautiful legs, hooking them up to the garters from his corset.

The tall girl put a six tiered pearl choker adorned by a cameo on the front, around his long sleek neck. She took the opportunity to wrap herself around him, kissing him passionately. As she released her hold on him, she slid down his body, stroking him as she descended: his breasts, his arms, his waist. Coming to rest at his crotch, which she lightly teased with her finger nails, and to his surprise, causing him to squirm with erotic delight. It was as if he had, what he imagined to be a female sex organ exposed which she was teasing. She stepped away from him when the other girl released his arms to that he might put on an emerald green satin dress of oriental design. It was very tight fitting with a stiff short collar and zipped up the back. It hung to his feet but had slits up the sides to just below his hip. Next he was fitted with very high-heeled, black satin pumps, which showed off a sexy amount of toe cleavage and caused his long legs to form perfect shapes and curves.

The dress felt so cool on his body and the fit made his skin tingle with excitement. His new larger breasts were highlighted by the cool shininess of the fabric and every time he took a step a long, shapely leg flashed out of the slit. It was provocative and very sexy

Finally they put long satin gloves on him which went almost all the way to his shoulders. When he looked into the mirrors he saw a sexy girl before him and his only thought was how could he be both his own date and his male self so that he could take this luscious creature to his bed.

They girls woke him from his trance when they led George into a smaller mirrored room, sat him down, tied his ankles together and hooked them to a ring in the floor. Each girl took a hand and tied it, outstretched, by the wrist, to the marble table before him.

They left him alone to observe the sexy woman who sat before him in the mirror. He wanted to touch himself, anywhere, just to feel the wonderful feelings all this new finery afforded him. His sex was demanding attention, but, alas, their was nothing he could do to answer its calls

After a short time, Tina came in. She was a compact little thing with dark Olive skin, beautiful dark, shapely eyes and had the most exotic, sensual face and lips he had ever seen. She was wearing only a black body stocking with high cut legs and a pair of pumps. Around her neck was tied a thin black satin ribbon that had a charm dangling from it of two bound hands.

George wondered aloud what it mean in this crazy house.

She responded to his gaze by saying, "I am a slave and I love the fact that I serve my masters. You will have your chance soon too."

"What is everybody talking about?" he asked.

"Tonight is the party. There you will pass or fail. If you pass then your training is complete..." she replied, "...almost."

"Training? What training?"

"Your training. That is all. Now, shssssss, so that I may apply your makeup. The master wishes you to be perfect tonight in every respect. Do what is asked of you. Take what is offered to you. be what you want to be. Shhsssssss now."

George sat quietly while Tina applied his make up. He drifted of to his own thoughts again and when he returned she was done. His face had been accented and colored to perfection indeed. If he was beautiful before he was riveting now. If he was just sexy before, now he was the very definition of feminine allure now.

This incredible small girl had transformed him beyond his wildest dreams. She stood behind him now with a brush and a mouth full of hair pins. Before his very eyes, and quicker than it could be described, she had arranged his hair in a most provocative manner, piled on top of his head, with wisps of his long beautiful hair floating down around his lovely face. She put a pair of long eloquent earrings on him and pronounced him perfect.

She continued to stand behind him, gazing lovingly at her work, and as she did she began to stroke his breasts through the fabric of his dress. Cool touches tantalizing him, teasing him. Driving him ever closer to going crazy with fever of desire, but, as always, she stopped before he could quite get there, even from just a little erotic touching.

"Good luck, little flower'" she said. "Tonight we will all be with you in spirit." Then she disappeared, leaving him still tied up and down and still very sexually frustrated.

Rita and Laura came in, released him, and led him though the house, stopping him before two large doors.

"But what am I supposed to do?" he asked nervously. They responded by opening the doors and prodding him though it with their riding crops.

George found himself standing on a high, red carpeted marble landing, which led down an impressive stairway to the mass of people below. There were many tuxedoed hansom young men and quite a few beautiful, eloquently attired women below.

A voice rang out over the din of the crowd, "Presenting Sherry of the House of Harry."

All eyes turned to George, who froze. Rita and Laura each took an arm and escorted him down the stairs. At the bottom he was met by several young men who crowded around them, each waiting to be introduced to newest delectable creature form the House.

Rita leaned close and said, "Harry is watching. Now it's up to you. Do not fail us. Do not fail yourself." She introduced each of the men to Sherry and then she and Laura left him to the attentive little group.

Each man had kissed his hand at their introduction and seemed to study him as if he were a horse up on an auction block. It flustered George and made him nervous. He searched the crowd for familiar faces, for Heather. His beloved Heather who made this all worth it.

As he scanned the room he saw an orchestra and tables with men and women at each. The one thing that apparent immediately was that each table seemed to have one woman as the center of attention, and each of these 'special' women appeared to be men in dresses, carrying off the deceptions with varying degrees of success.

For example, at the table closest to George, was a lovely young girl who could have passed as a beautiful woman readily if it were not for her display of masculine gestures and manner of sitting. At another table was a truly incredible beauty who seemed unable to keep from nervously chatting away, which unfortunately revealed her loud male voice.

However at yet another table close by was a very sexy brunette who handled herself defy and confidently. So much so that George was sure that she was a real woman, until he overheard someone complementing another man on the incredible job of training and transformation he had accomplished with her.

One of the men pulled a chair out for George to be seated in, then they all sat down. The man closest to George said, "This one is quite a piece of work." They all laughed. Then another chimed in, "So well put together and yet so eloquent." George felt a hand on his leg under the table. "Harry has done quite well, but of course he always seems to perform miracles." And an arm fell gently around George's shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

George was afraid that they were making fun of him, that he was failing miserably. He was suddenly very self conscious. Blushing, he looked away. One of the men at George's table took his face in his hand, looked with a penetrating gaze into George's eyes. "Nothing to be shy about. So beautiful. In fact this kind of artistry should be put on a pedestal and displayed for all the world to see," he said indicating the wall decorations.

For the first time he noticed that the walls were decorated with life-sized statues of naked men and women, and that they were real live people, painted to look like statues and hung on the wall. Some of them were tied together in various positions of the sexual act, others were cocooned up to their heads in form revealing rubber and all of them were gagged. In their eyes George thought he could see pride and misery.

The men at the table laughed heartily. George was beginning to feel that this nightmare would be too much for him. He didn't know if he should stay or run. His mind began to cloud over with doubt and confusion when suddenly the lights lowered, the band played a fanfare, and up on the stage a circle of light picked out a man in a tuxedo with a microphone.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Let's get the night rolling." The audience cheered and applauded rowdily. "We have some very special girls for this seasons coming out celebration. All of the Houses seem to have a no-lose submission this time around. Very unusual, very exiting. Those of you who are regulars know the rules and those of you who are with a new House, well sit back and get ready to enjoy the night of the year as we begin the evenings festivities with the first presentation!
"Without any further adieu, Harry House!" The emcee waved his arm and backed off the stage as the orchestra began playing a dark, dramatic number. The lights dimmed to blackness and the curtains opened, revealing an empty stage swirling with dry-ice fog and lit with a dim red glow.

As the music swelled, Rita and Laura strode on stage from the wings, each with a long whip in hand and wearing black, tight tops, zipped down the middle almost revealing their luscious breasts, shoulder length gloves and high-heeled shoes with satin ribbons that wrapped around the ankle and up the leg disappearing under the short pleated skirts.

They danced a dance of bondage and passion, wrapping each other in the long whips, kissing deeply, stroking, simulating the ultimate sex act. Their skirts flying up and out with every spin revealing tantalizing hips and sex. As they peaked in their dance the lighting flashed in simulated explosions and fireworks, in the middle of which, a stunning, naked woman with large angel wings of feathers and down, was lowered to the stage. She was tied to a heavy wooden cross, feet together, arms outstretched and those lovely angel's wings spread wide.

George was swept away. He danced with them in his mind. He shared the climax and became the angel, descending from heaven to bliss the couple. And then he noticed that the angel was Heather. Her intense beauty radiated from her like a beacon of light in the night. In real life her beauty was almost more than any person could bear, but as the angel she was overwhelming.

The dancers rose from their positions of collapse on the floor as the angel touched down. They took her down from the cross, and she enfolded them with her arms and giant wings and together they ascended to heaven as the music swelled.

When the curtain slowly fell on the stage the room remained silent for a beat before a thunderous ovation broke loose from the audience. The applause went on for several minutes before the curtain rose to reveal all three women, tied to the wooden crosses, with their large beautiful angel wings spread wide.

The audience gave them a standing ovation before the curtain fell and then rose once again. All three women hung from the crosses with their heads bowed and did not look up. The curtain slowly descended and the room returned to their seats still buzzing with excitement as the emcee took the stage.

George was held in awe by the beauty and emotion he had just witnessed on the stage. He saw Rita, Laura and Heather in a new light. They were no mere sensual addicts, but incredible performers who could convey intense emotions with the slightest movement of their hands or heads. They were all incredible and George wished he could be them, even only if it were just for a short time.

The Emcee took the stage and announced that the main event was about to begin. As he continued on, spewing emcee type things, one of the men at the table stood up, helped George out of his chair and, taking her hand in his, led George up to the stage.

George moved as if in a dream, a nightmare! As he moved on stage his hands were tied behind his back. He positioned in a line of other 'girls', which he noticed for the first time. Every new girl was up on that stage with George, hands tied and standing in the line. Behind each girl was a trainer. Standing behind George was Rita. She held him in place by his shoulders and whispered, "Feet together. Be the runway model you know you are."

George took hold of himself and struck a pose. He looked up and down the line becoming more confident of his new identity with each scared new face he saw on stage.

Rita whispered, "Be the woman you were the other night with the John, Feel it. Live it."

George struck a new pose: Angles together, one foot slightly in front of the other, one knee slightly bent and angled in, most of his weight on the other foot. George made it look like his hands behind his back was part of the pose. He topped it off with a look that was both pouty and challenging to whoever her gaze took in.

George was flaunting it. He was enjoying being a sexy woman. There was nothing that could cower him.

Then the Emcee was standing in front of the first girl. "Lovely little Jennifer," he shouted. Her trainer prodded her forward. She stepped attentitively out of the line and down the runway, she turned and before returning to the line, did another turn. She was a striking woman: Dark straight hair, tight sequined dress, low cut and short.

Her trainer stopped her and led her to a raised little stage where she stood in a spotlight and turned as the Emcee began taking bids on her.

"Taking bids on her?!" George shouted in his mind. His entire facade began to crumble. Sweat was breaking out on him. Rita leaned in and said, " Don't be a baby. You're far better than any girl on this stage. Even better than I was at this stage. Be proud. Stand tall and bring in the highest bid. Nothing bad is going to happen to you."

George rolled the words over in his mind, "Even better than I was..." That incredible woman he had seen perform on this very stage so powerfully was once a man like him? He could be Rita one day? He could be a sure, in control Domatrix who was deathly beautiful? He could have Heather in his power?

George posed with renewed vigor, confidence and attitude. He sweated sex. Sensuality poured out of him like liquid from a pitcher.

The next girl was all ready walking the runway. She was strutting her stuff unlike the last girl. Sh turned with a little flair and returned to the little raised stage to turn under the spotlight with a veracity.

"From the House of Dylan, Janet." The Emcee was saying. "A natural beauty. What are my bids?"

As the process ground on, Heather gained more confidence, more attitude. She was chomping at the bit to take her walk.

Janet sold for two thousand. Dollars? or what? George wondered. she was led away by her trainer as the next girl took her walk.

"Sharon from Perry House." The crowd went wild. She was a sultry girl with dark skin who was undoubtedly a real woman. Or was she? No she couldn't be? She slinked down and back the runway and as she took the platform the bids were all ready at 10, 000.

George responded with that male competition thing. He was going to beat that bid or else.

As Sharon's bidding closed at 100,000 she flipped her hair, turned with the confidence that she was the one.

As she was led away George was prodded by Rita. "Sherry from the House of Harry!" The Emcee announced.

He began his walk feeling every inch an incredibly sensual woman boy-toy. He slinked and glided and oozed. His hips flowed naturally, sexily. His dresses slit opening with every step revealing his shapely, desirable legs all the way up to his luscious thighs. When he reached the end of the runway, he paused, attitude, and turned, throwing his hair over his shoulder with a turn of his pretty head. He strutted back down the runway, looking at each and every man along the way in the audience and challenging them to be man enough for him. When he reached the platform he seemed to float up to it and landed in a provocative pose: hips back, breasts out, head slightly lowered and angels and thighs together, one knee bent. He was knocking them on their asses! They didn't know what hit them. the bids began at 5,000 and rose furiously until it stalled out at 100,000.

"Going once..." the Emcee shouted. "Going twice..."

George struck a new pose. One that was designed to say "Fuck you" to everyone. He stood with his feet apart, forcing the slit open to reveal his lovely legs, turned his head to the side, letting his hair partially cover his face, hips back and chest further out, then shifted his weight to one leg and leaned forward slightly, parting his lips and wetting them with his tongue quickly.

"One hundred and ten," a voice from the crowd called. Then all was silent.

The Emcee began to close the bids when a woman's voice rang out, "One hundred and fifty thousand," in a calm authoritative tone. The room remained quiet.

The first man was about to bid again but the woman shot him a look that would have killed lesser men. Then she ended the bidding, "Two hundred thousand".

The Emcee brought his gavel down, "Two hundred thousand. Sold to Cyn from the House of Cynthia."

George was escorted off stage as the next girl began her walk. A million things began to race through his head as he was taken backstage by Rita. Yes. He had raised a lot of whatever it was they were bidding, but exactly what was going to happen now?

He looked to Rita and asked her with his beautiful eyes.

"You did very well, my dear. We're proud of you, " she said perfunctorily. She took George to a dressing room where George's dressing girls were waiting. George was untied and the girls removed his dress and under garments.

Rita left him to the girls who oiled his body so it was glistening. Next they brought out a red box tied with a black ribbon. On it was a card. The girls put the box in front of George. He looked at it. One of the girls removed the card and handed it to him. He opened it and read it to himself.

"Sherry,
You have shown great promise and poise tonight. You have earned this.
Enjoy."

It was signed simply, "Harry".

He opened the box. Inside he found a black ball, a pair of 6" heeled shoes with extremely long satin ribbons and a bunch of leather thongs. He looked up at the girls, puzzled.

One of them lifted the leather thongs out of the box and held it up for George to see. "Put it on," she said.

They helped George into it. It was a harness. A very sexy harness. It had a wide choker neck from which sprung several straps. They came down his naked body in front, back and along his sides, coming together and meeting under his crotch, securing his male member from view. The thongs hooked around his waist and chest just above and below his breasts. Another thong attached around each of his thighs, a few inched below his crotch. It all was a perfect tight fit. The girls turned George around and tied his hands and elbows together behind his back, forcing him to thrust out his new breasts. His wrists had a thong which attached to his crotch so every time he moved he tugged at it sending new erotic chills through his body. They fitted the shoes on him and wrapped the satin laces around his legs all the way up to the harness and tied them off their. The finishing touch was a black ball gag, fitted tightly in his mouth and a black satin blindfold, tied tightly around his head.

The girls took him by the arms and led him out of the room into the waiting hands of Rita, Laura and Heather.

"Oh baby doll!! You did so well. the final bid was as high as the highest bid ever, And from the House of Cynthia, too," Heather enthused. She hugged him and licked each of his nipples once, sending him into near climatic writhing.

"Good," Rita said. "She's very primed."
"Sherry," Heather whispered, "The next part is the fun part. You have been bought for one night by Cyn. We will deliver you to her in an hour or so and she will take you to the House off Cynthia where you will do exactly as you are told. Do you understand?"

George shook his head, which was spinning from fear and excitement. He began to tremble.

"Now, now, poor baby," Rita laughed. "You'll look back on this night fondly one day. The initiation."

"It'll be good," Heather whispered. "Cyn's the greatest. I spent my first night there, too."

"We must go," Laura said. And they walked him away. He could hear the crowd and music getting louder, therefore closer. The women took him back to the stage, a hook was attached to him and he was hoisted into the air, about a foot off the ground. His feet were tied together both at the ankles and knees and left hanging.

The men could wander up on the stage and touch, pinch, kiss or bit him. What he didn't know was that every other girl who had been auctioned off was hanging right beside him in a long line.

They were poked, prodded, whipped, tickled, tweaked, and teased until they were so close to orgasm that they all would have exploded instantly if any touch were aimed just right, which none were purposely.

It seemed to George that he hung there forever, exposed and vulnerable. He heard the voices approach and then touch, stroke or pinch him.

His sex ached from all the sensations his body was absorbing. If his nipples were tweaked one more time he felt sure he was going to cum or pass out.

They spoke about them all as if they weren't there. Appraising them in female terms. They handled them sometimes and fondled them others. But always that running commentary:

"Great tits."
"Nice ass."
"Look at that waist."
"Waist? Those incredible legs! They go all the way up to her neck."
"Chunky shoulders."
"Stringy hair."
"Is that a pimple on her cheek?"

And so forth.

George endured both the physical and the mental tortures. Teased and humiliated, taunted and stroked. When he could think he thought about Cyn and what was going to happen at her House.

Finally, George felt himself lowered to the ground. His legs were freed from their ties and he was taken away to another new experience.