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Submissive sissy male, loves being in bondage. I really enjoy outdoor bondage, extreme kink, and more we can discuss! I LOVE crossdressing for those that are into roleplay or more.

Im looking for daytime adventures and meetings with dominants that enjoy having a sub cross-dresser to play with...

I am also a professional photographer and would be available to photograph you andor your partner in any situation. I enjoy creating great photographs of scenes you want a memory of. I have professional equipment, lights, and can photograph indoors or out.

If you would like a better idea of what I enjoy when submissive, check out my journal. I have posted stories Ive written that describe situations I enjoy!

Update Im looking for someone to make me a bondage model...Photography and video... I want to loose control and be a toy... Feminized.. Used for your fun and fantasies....

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8/31/2017 2:15:08 PM
I stood very still... I really had little choice. My hands were held over my head, the leather strip going from the cuffed wrists up to a ring anchored in the ceiling and coming back to the cuffs around my wrists. I watched as he approached.... naked. He opened the shower door and stepped in beside me. Grabbing my waist, he pulled me closer.

4/23/2017 12:23:29 PM
I would love to be forced to drive out to Ellen's house Tuesday am... it would take over an hour and the entire time I would be exposed in my tight t shirt and very short red skirt... the high heels made driving a challenge! i had to keep to the speed limit to avoid a traffic stop. I was excited to be going out to Ellen's ranch... Hopefully it would provide an opportunity to be outdoors and showing off her long legs in the stockings and heels.....

4/23/2017 12:18:05 PM
Eric looked at the email in his inbox….the subject of the email had caught his attention… thinking it was probably spam, he opened it anyway. Somehow, it didn’t seem like spam… “A friend becomes your toy”…

“I have an offer for you…. a friend of yours needs your help.  I believe you will enjoy this offer.. and you will both benefit!” You have a friend that you will be seeing once or twice this week.  The friend adores you… but cannot let you know on their own. But I have a way for you to bring out the friend’s secret and to get some enjoyment from it. I know you enjoy kinky sex sites… don’t we all!  This is your chance to be the dom you wish and have a new toy to play with….” The email continued with instructions for replying for the details…..

Eric thought about the email… He did not respond immediately. But, he could not get it out of his head.  He was intrigued. A sex toy for him to control… Now that would be something to get his engine revved up!  Within an hour, he found himself replying….

A reply soon appeared…. “You will have to discover which friend it is… But, if you think you’ve found the right one, ask your friend to do two things when you are eating… have this person remove their shoe and place their foot in your lap.  You will feel their foot and something will tell you instantly this is the one.  Also, this person is required to allow you to run your hand across their back. This will give you another indication this is your new toy. You will now know their secret. It is up to you to pursue this.

Eric thought about how to determine who the person was. Being a holiday week, he had a lite schedule. who was he meeting this week?

Eric sent a new reply… “?How far can i go in controlling this toy?”

The reply came shortly…. “This toy is totally for your use. You decide how you want the relationship to go. Be kinky, dominant, considerate as you please.”

Eric sat away from the computer and thought about this… He typed one more message….”Why would this person comply and how do you know about their secret?

A response appeared in moments….. “I discovered this person’s secret thru an online forum… I learned more and more about the person… and began to have conversations with…. they revealed much, which I have used to coerce them into participating. Their desire to be a submissive toy is great… They made mistakes… I took advantage of them”

Eric watched his friend closely… this was his third meeting of the week.  While the other two did not turn out to be the subject he was looking for, he was anxious to find out if this was the one.  His mind had been very active these past few days. The email exchange with the unknown dominant had him intrigued and he could not stop thinking about what he wanted from a relationship with a submissive…. Looking across the table, he caught his friend’s attention. 

“ Do something for me… raise your foot under the table to beside me on the chair.”  The look on his friends face was suddenly frightened.  A long pause ensued… Eric repeated his instruction. He had a feeling this was the one. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”

The foot slowly came up beside his chair, attempting to find the edge to rest on. Eric’s hand want to the ankle, sliding under the pants leg.  He immediately knew everything… A smooth tan stocking covered the leg…. Eric smiled. Rising from his seat, he started away from the table for the restroom. Passing his friend, he rubbed his hand across the back of the shirt his friend wore. A bulge was present under the shirt just below the shoulders.  Eric knew… his friend was wearing a bra….  Eric continued on to the restroom and returned in moments. His friend was still there… but looking very nervous.

“So, it seems we need to talk. I understand you have an interest in submission.  Should I also assume you wish to be feminized?”

“Yes”

So, I am going to take you on a journey. One which will be difficult at times, but will fulfill your interests.  You have no choice…. I will train you... you will be owned.

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Eric opened the door after hearing the doorbell ring twice. Before him stood his old friend....




7/14/2016 3:01:53 PM

I could not believe it .I was riding north on I-25 on a motorcycle! The wind whistled past at 65 mph  so I was told.. I could not see  I could only hear ..wireless headphones were in my ears, under my full coverage helmet. I was initially surprised at wearing the helmet, but it became obvious  he had dressed me with meticulous detail ..my hairless legs were sheathed in very thin tan hose. Very tight nylon short shorts barely covered my smooth butt.. they dived into the crevasse between my cheeks, showing them in great detail. Strappy high heels covered my feet, leaving my painted toenails on display. A metal cuff went around each ankle and was locked to the bike s frame. My feet were held slightly above the rod for feet above the exhaust, which kept me seated heavily on my butt, unable to relieve the weight by placing my feet on the footrest. Large breast forms sat on my chest, held in place by a very tight latex top that left little exposed, but was so tight nothing was left to the imagination. My hair was pulled into to two ponytails, but covered by the helmet. My hands were encased in leather mittens and cuffed around his waist. Underneath the helmet, a head harness held a large gag in my mouth and a blindfold covered my eyes.. I could blink behind the blindfold, but could not see around the tight fitting edges. A tall collar circled my neck, mostly hidden by the helmet, but prevented me from holding my head except with an upward tilt. The piece d  resistance was under the tight short shorts. A false vagina panty held my clit between my legs and prevented it from engorging. A long dildo had been inserted into my boi pussy which had me gasping with any movement  sitting on the bike forced it deeper into my cavity and rubbed on parts in there . sitting still was not possible, but squirming against the seat of the motorcycle just made the yearning worse  bobbi moaned into the gag, trying to come to grips with her predicament. Slut on a motorcycle at the hands of her Master. And this was just the beginning of a 3 day ride thru Wyoming. She would be on display the entire time as Jim stopped at his favorite spots to visit with other motorcycle riders. He promised she would be a broken slave by the time they returned .


12/28/2013 5:42:29 PM

I would like for us to go out, with me dressed in as much girl attire as you want me to be... Certainly lingerie.... but what outer wear!  A bra, do you put in the breast forms?  What shoes? A sweater or a blouse?  corset...   Maybe eye makeup....a bit of foundation... lip gloss?  chastity....  maybe a collar?  what about ankle cuffs locked on?  what more?  maybe you tape some fingers together to limit my ability to use my hands... oh, of course you painted my fingernails and toenails!  I wish you put me in some female slacks and a blouse...   what would you do with my hair?

 
Its all designed to make me feel vulnerable... feminine... controlled. You put a large marble or metal ball in my mouth... I can't take it out... I must hold it... it clicks against my teeth. I swallow around it... it prevents any speech.
 
Maybe we go to the movie.... walking thru the lobby, I am very aware of each item... A coat covers most of my female outer wear - but I am very aware of it. 
 
I have to let you do everything... buy the tickets, get the drinks... I can hold one drink between my hands, but am very limited in how I hold and carry it. I'm watching others in the lobby.. how much can they discern of my clothing and bondage.  Everything seems so obvious... but noone has let on they see anything obvious.. will they see the blush on my cheeks, the color or shape of my lips? Will the loafers give anything away, or make the hose visible underneath the shorter length of the trouser legs? Does the coat cover enough?
 
Sitting in a seat in the middle of the theater, I try to settle in and relax... but you reach between my ankles and clip the ankle cuffs together. Now I can stand, but can't walk. I'm effectively hobbled.
 
The ball is still in my mouth.   You position my hands down at the sides of my thighs and join a strap from one wrist to another. Now, its like I'm sitting on my hands. I cannot raise them from the seat.  I have become more hobbled and restrained and the lights have not even gone down yet.
 
I mentally strain against the bonds, but relish in the deliciousness of the situation... like a damsel in distress.....

6/7/2011 11:10:06 AM

What would it be like to be really feminized?  


6/3/2011 12:48:33 PM

I dream of a dominant pushing me to become a real sissy... one they could show off.  What if a tall domiant man took me as his pet?  Perhaps he began strapping my hands in the shower high above my head... and slowly stripped all my body hair away.... slowly caressing my arms till they were completely smooth... parting my cheeks to remove all hair from my crack... caressing my balls to fully denube them.. and the legs... slowly drawing the razor from my feet to my hips....

 

then perching  me on a stool while painting my toenails.... continuing until he had me in bright pink nails that stretched beyond my fingertips....  then placing my enlarged clit into a raalistic vagina chastity that held me down between my legs and left a gorgeous slit to be used later...  then gluing large breast forms on my chest... continuing with his preparations until I was a corseted , high heeled slut... makeup and hair.. and a very short cocktail dress. The heels were obviously locked on and the stockings rose to my upper thigh... bare, smooth skin was visible if my hemline rose any at all.....

 

Come on bitch.... we're going for drinks with the boys from the office!

 

To walk in a bar, the object of many furtive looks...to have to give each of the boys - who I used to work with - a full hug, pressing my boobs into their chest, giving them a slight peck on the cheek, as instructed. To have their hands clinch my lower back, and some continued right down to career my backside... sliding their hands over my sleek, rounded contours. 

 


5/4/2011 4:22:39 PM

Bob looked across the table. John had just returned with two drinks. Bob pondered his situation. He had only met John tonight, but felt quite comfortable in his presence. John had asked Bob to have a drink with him and Bob agreed. The bar they were in was out of the way and Bob knew it catered to "alternative" lifestyles.  Bob was curious. He had not been here before. John watched Bob watching the people go by. Being Saturday night, the place was crowded. Bob watched the couples go by... some were guys, some girls, some something else. He was intrigued... curious.

 

John was amused by Bob's reaction to the club.  And he was watching closely.  He had seen Bob before, and some friends told him he enjoyed alternatives, but kept his play very quiet and away from close associates.  John enjoyed conquests and he was looking for someone new. He found Bob a new challenge, one he felt would be quite worthwhile.  Tonight he wanted to entertain, develop a relationship.  Have a reason to meet again...

 

And entertain he did.  Bob was laughing, enjoying himselt.  When they left, Bob had given John his phone number.  John walked out to Bob's car with him. They talked about dinner in two days. John stepped up close to Bob while they were talking. "I want you to play with me... Are you interested?" John asked. Bob looked into his eyes one moment and replied in a small voice, "Yes".

 

"Good", John replied. In that case, I want you to  prepare yourself for me. "

 

"Prepare how?" Bob asked.

 

John leaned in very close to Bob's cheek and whispered, " Shave all the hair from your body. And wear what I have delivered to you tomorrow". With that he kissed Bob on the mouth. A lingering kiss. And Bob responded... John pulled away and turned to his own vehicle. He did not look back. He knew Bob was watching him walk away, and John knew he was both anxious and excited. They always were...

 

Bob looked at the box that had been delivered that afternoon. It held the package from John. Bob looked at the clock. A note on the box had said not to open until 5:30pm. It ws now  5:25.  Bob had only a few minutes to wait before opening the gift. John was picking him up at 6pm.  What would be in the box?  Bob had already followed John's directions to shave the hair from his body.

 

The doorbell rang for the second time... Bob was moving towards the door, but was moving slowly. He knew it was John, but Bob was not sure he wanted to be seen as he was... He had followed John's instructions from the box delivered earlier in the day. Opening the door, he saw John standing outside with a grin on his face... "Hi cutie!"  John exclaimed. "You're looking great!  Ready for some dinner?"

 

"John, I can't go out like this!" Bob exclaimed.  "Why of course not", John replied. But I have the other items you need to complete the look."

 

Bobbi sat at the table trying to read the menu.  He was nervous and spent as much time watching the people around him as he did looking at the menu. John had assured him he would not be noticed, but Bobbi was not sure.  Once he sat at the table, the other patrons would not notice his slacks that zipped up the rear, or the one inch heels on his baby doll shoes. The ruffles on the blouse were not large, but seemed very obvious to Bobbi. He admitted to John he loved the feel of the chemise under the blouse and the nylon panties were so smooth and silky feeling. Bobbi just didn't want to look like a sissy in public.  bobbi finally ordered and enjoyed the wine John had ordered. The meal was wonderful and John kept up a constant flow of conversation. He asked Bobbi questions about his likes and dislikes and past experiences with women. John complimented bobbie on how cute he looked and how he was looking forward to being with him. Bobbi blushed and at some length excused himself to the restroom.  Walking across the restaurant to the men's room, he found he had a bit of a swish in his walk as he thought about John's compliments.

 

Of course bobbi had to use a stall since he had no fly on his trousers. Unzipping them, he sat on the toilet even though he only had to urinate.  He had only been there a moment when the door opened and two men came into the restroom. They seemed loud and boisterous. Bobbie finished his business and stood  to zip up. One of the men made a loud comment, " Hey Tim! Look here! I think we have a girl in the stall!"   The other one laughed, "No, its just the little sissy we saw at the table near us. Aren't her little shoes just too cute?"

 

Bobbi was horrified... He hurried to leave. Stepping past the two men to the sink, he washed his hands and turned to leave. A hand on his back pushed him down over the sink. Bobbie squirmed and said "Let me go"  The only response was a loud laugh and another hand smacked Bobbie's rear.  "Sissies should be in the girl's bathroom.  Just so you remember next time, we're going to warm up your ass!"  The two proceeded to give bobbi 10 quick smacks on his rear that was pushed out behind him in such an inviting manner.... Bobbi practically ran from the restroom and could not resist rubbing his stinging rear on the way to the table.  John was watching with great interest as bobbi minced across the room to the table. Sitting proved to be a bit of an adventure in itself as his rear still stung from the heavy slaps he had received.

 

"You look a little flushed" John said.. "Uh.. no, I'm fine", Bobbi replied.

 

John had paid the check while bobbi  was gone.  John stood up from the table and took bob's arm. Bob rose from the table and hurried to keep up with John. The clacking of his heels on the floor were a source of great embarassment to Bob. Everyone would be watching him, but John was moving so quickly that bob could not slow down. They were quickly out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. As they approached John's car, Bob was pulled close to John. He quickly found himself pushed up against the side of the car. John had a hand at the back of his neck and pulled him in close.  Their lips met... John was insistent... so powerful...  bobbi found John's tongue pressing insistently at his mouth. bob was so overwhelmed, he surrendered. After several moments, John whispered in his ear, "You are now my toy.. a boytoy.  You will do as I say. We'll have lots of fun, but you will follow my directions at once. Agreed?"

 

Bob could do nothing but nod yes...

 

bobbi was enjoying being with John.  He spent time in the evenings at John's home, lounging on the couch, or often on John's lap.  John enjoyed touching bobbi and insisted on him being close to John at all times. John liked to hold bobbi, or cup his arm around bobbi's shoulder,bobbi's head resting against him.  John was insisting bobbi act the part of slave girl.... but with obvious boy overtones.  always in panties.. matching bra  hose with garter belt. Sometimes the shoes were simple penney loafers, but sometimes they were very feminine. Many had one or two inch narrow heels.

 

In short order, John introduced bobbi to more controlling influences... like strappy sandals with much higher heels... and ankle cuffs with a connecting chain. John explained how great bobbi's legs looked in the heels, and how he liked to help him shorten his stride to walk in the heels better with the hobble.  John collared bobbi much of the time, but used a posture collar to keep bobbi's head up and restricted. bobbi would spend hours at John's in various outfits. A favorite was a harem pant set that had bobbi truly looking like a harem girl.

 

On a Friday afternoon,  John showed up at bobbi's home with new packages.  "We're going to a party at a friend's house tonight.  I want you to wear this."  bobbi opened the package to find a very long, narrow, sheath dress. It had a deep plunging neckline but a high collar attached.  "John, how can I wear this?  I don't have the shape to fill this? And you want me to go to the party as a girl?"

 

"Oh, you'll have the shape soon enough!"  bobbi looked thru the other packages, his eyes wide in surprise....

 

John opened the car door for bobbi and extended his hand to help her alight from the vehicle. bobbi knew it would be a struggle to maneuver herself from the car in the high heels and the incredible dress. He was also very shy about being seen in public dressed this way. John reached into the car and helped leverage bobbi onto her feet. Once on her feet, John made little adjustments to bobbi's dress and hair. bobbi could do nothing but stand still and accept his administrations. John then took bobbi's arm and led her toward the front door of the house. Her steps were short and quick mincing efforts to stay at John's side. She could barely catch her breath, as her restricted waist prevented any deep breaths. They approached the door and John rang the bell.

 

The door was instantly opened by an incredibly beautiful girl in the tiniest French maid's outfit bobbi had ever seen. She conversed with John in French, to which he responded. John then pulled bobbi along with him thru the front door and into a wide foyer. Another maid stood at a staircase, holding a silver platter.  The platter contained two items... a tall champagne glass and a leash.  John picked up the leash from the platter... it had his name engraved in the leather... and connected it to a hidden loop on the dress at bobbi's neck. Holding the other end, John picked the glass from the platter and proceeded up the staircase, pulling bobbi along behind him.

 

bobbi struggled to keep up with John. The hobble skirt of the dress kept her from moving up the steps very smoothly. John paused at the top and bobbi gasped for to catch her breath. John leaned close and whispered, " You are a slave tonight. Follow my directions to the letter and do not hesitate at any command!"

 

bobbi could do nothing but follow John into the large room before them. As the doors opened, she saw incredible sights she had only dreamed of....walking one step behind John and to his right, she tried to maintain her pose and look straight ahead... but her eyes wanted to follow the walls of the room and the sights they held. Every fetish and bondage  fantasy she had ever had were being displayed before her. This was not S&M. This was restraint... display.... paintings where the canvas was a body...  collared slaves such as herself were in the vast minority... most were in leather, latex, or steel.  and flesh... losts of flesh was on display.

 

John made his way around the room, greeting others, commenting on their companion.  bobbi was ignored... just like a pet on a leash, deemed to low to recognize. John finally stopped at a spot in the center of the room. A small steel loop was embedded in the floot. John lifted bobbi's dress hem just enough to padlock a cuff around one ankle, then chain the padlock to the loop in the floor. bobbi found she was hobbled in the center of a huge room filled with bondage enthusiasts....

 


5/2/2011 11:49:38 AM

Bob finished his seminar, volunteering to take questions while the rest of the staff began to pack up the equipment.  For the next 15 minutes , he was busy with several customers.  As the last person left,  Bob noticed a man standing to the side.  He walked up to the man and asked if he had a question...  “Well, I do have a couple.  Could we visit in private for a few minutes?”

“Ok, let’s step into the next room”, Bob told him.  “What’s your name?”

“John”, he replied.  As they entered the room, John told Bob, “ I really enjoyed your performance.”  

Bob replied, “ Well, this is the 6th time for this seminar, so I have it down pretty pat”.

“Well, I meant the performance last Friday evening”, John said.  Bob looked at him sharply, with a quick intake of breath.  He couldn’t mean what Bob thought he meant...he just couldn’t!

“ I really liked you in your red top and black skirts.  The guys at the bar were about to cream their jeans when you walked up for  a drink... Every one wanted to talk to you, but you were just too... cute.”

“I don’t want to talk about that here”, Bob said.  

“Well, I do, so we will”, John said. And you better get used to talking about that where I want to.. unless you want me to send tapes of your outing to your associates here.  “

“You wouldn’t!” Bob exclaimed.  Please, I have a job to do here”.

“Well, you have a new job.  Keeping me happy.” John said.  “And you might as well start now.  Go pack the rest of your stuff, and meet me at my car in ten minutes.  Failure will have dire consequences.”  With that John stepped out of the room and walked down the hall to the exit.  

Bob was shaken... he could hardly believe what  he had heard.  Someone knew about his x-dressing.  Someone in his seminar had seen him at BJs the Friday evening before...  Well, he had to go. What would talking hurt?

Bob walked to the car 7 minutes later. No use in making the guy mad before he found out what this was all about.  Entering the passenger side, he turned to John and was surprised at the stack of pictures setting before him.  The top ones showed both he and Penney. So the guy knew where he lived, who his wife was. 

“this is a short conversation.  There is no discussion of my terms.  I am going to own you.  That entails many things... mostly requiring your presence at certain “private functions”.  You will follow orders and probably enjoy much of what happens. We will also be enhancing your feminine side.”

“But, what about my wife?  She’ll be curious why I’m spending time away. And she’ll see the changes you’re talking about.  You just can’t do this.”

I will address that as we go along. You only option is to follow my instructions.  Meet me at this address tomorrow at 2pm.  Now, the first change is your clothing.  Put these on...  in a sack was pair of red panties.  bobbie had to remove his slacks and slide them on.  with that, bobbie got out of the car and Jim drove away.

The next day bobbie worried all day long about the imprending meeting. He had no idea what would happen, how long the meeting would last,  who would be there.  He only knew he had to go...

The building was older, on the east side of town, in the “eclectic” part of town.  It looked as though there were offices in it... Bob walked up to the main entrance and entered.  He was shocked to find a sign with an arrow and the word “bobbie” printed on it.  He followed the direction of the sign down the hall and up a flight of stairs. At the landing, there was another sign, but it held instructions.  “Strip” and another that said, “Put these on”.  A box sat under the sign.  With incredible trepidation and indecision, Bob looked around.  He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.  A moment later, his slacks were on the ground.  Opening the box, he pulled out a short black dress and a pair of heels.  Sliding them on, he  continued up the stairs and down the next hallway.  A sign on the door directed bobbie into the office.  A man sat at the desk. It was not Jim.  bobbie wanted to run out the door, but the man stopped him, “ Hello bobbie.  Come on in.  We’re going to do your hair”.  

Well, two hours later, they had done more than bobbie’s hair.  It was a full makeover and manicure. And a new outfit, in black lycra.  And black ankle boots that locked on.  When bobbie looked up, Jim was standing there.  Well, are’nt we looking nice?  Come on, we have an appointment.  With that, Jim lead bobbie out of the building and into a car.  They drove a few blocks away to a photographer’s studio.  bobbie spent two hours posing, in several changes of clothing....

The next two weeks, bobbie had 3 more encounters with Jim. Each one involved more makeovers and clothes modeling.  bobbie was being trained to dress, walk, talk, and socialize.  Each meeting had her meeting more men, drinking in a bar, generally becoming climatized to being a girl in public.


4/22/2011 11:15:00 AM

 guess I deserved what I got.... I asked for it.  It seemed so right at the time. Even now, it seems right when I let myself relax and accept what had happened.  The actual sensations were different than I fantasized, but yet could feel really good.  I looked at the red hair draped over my shoulder... I always liked red hair.  It looked right on me.  Watching my long nailed finger trace along the end to the smooth skin... not a trace of hair anywhere on that body.  And what a body.... the slim waist swelling out to firm, full hips - then tapering down to long legs.  My painted toenails - purple today... matched the fingernails.  I couldn't see my face, but knew the plump lips were covered in shiny plum lipstick... Those kissable lips, so puffy and shaped in a perpetual "O" that John so enjoyed. I shifted my weight, which started lots of things moving.  Particularly my chest.  Actually, my breasts.  The large D cup breasts with the large aureola and nipples. which projected so far out in front of me.  The cool air in the room caused the nipples to be erect most of the time.... the perfect sweater girl breasts - if I'd just had a sweater to cover them with!

I looked around the room for the hundredth time.  It was a library - expensively furnished in leather chairs, beautiful wood tables, with a small bar at one side.  Windows looked out onto a garden, but the drapes were closed at the time.  I wanted to look behind me, but was unable to do so.  Even looking stratight ahead, my view was blocked.  Vertical curved bars in front of me detracted from the view.  Like a sandwich, I was squeezed between those bars. For yes, I stood in a cage.  A very narrow cage.  The space for my feet was very small, forcing my legs tightly together.  The bars curved out slightly to accomodate my hips, but held them tighly.  Curving inward to follow my small waist, the bars pressed tightly against my breasts. There was barely room for my shoulders before the bars tapered back in to hold my head very upright. My hands were positioned at shoulder height and attached to the bars by cuffs and short links of chain. the entire ensemble hung suspended from the ceiling so it hung in the center of the room, two feet off the expensive rug covering the wood floor of the library.
On display... an object of art for the discerning viewer.
I had been in this position for some time, but could not see a clock.  I occasionally heard footsteps pass close to the room, but no one entered for some time.  I was about to doze off when I heard the door handle turn.  Two men entered the room and moved toward the bar.  One I knew well, but the other was a stranger.  I wondered what he would think of me hanging there in the center of the room?    
"What would you like to drink?" John asked the other man.  "Scotch, neat" the man replied. Pouring the drinks, John lifted his glass in salute to the other.  "I trust you will enjoy your evening in my home.  What is mine is yours tonight"
"I appreciate your hospitality", the man replied."I'm most interested in your art displayed here"
"Well, we have a delectable piece displayed in this room.  I call it Mandy."  With that both men walked over to where my cage hung, carrying their drinks.  The stranger walked slowly around me, making small comments to John.  His hands occassionally reached thru the bars to touch or caress.  Once, he tweaked my left nipple! I could do nothing to prevent his touch.  The men ended up behind me and had a long conversation, but in such low tones I could not make out what was said.  I did feel a hand on my rear quite often!  


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