Legal Entanglements

Before we go any further here, Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to point out that in this, my latest muse, i've let my imagination 'run riot' as it were. So, if none of the following is blatantly impossible, it is extremely unlikely to have occurred in reality. I mean, at one point i make the suggestion that a professional lawyer puts 'doing the right thing' as more important than making money! AS IF? Please bear this in mind whilst reading, and if you prefer the stories you read to be utterly realistic, it's probably best you look elsewhere for your entertainment. Thank you.

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LEGAL ENTANGLEMENTS

My God, how she seemed to be the answer to all of my prayers? A highly professional, vastly experienced lady barrister, a full K. C. no less, approaching fifty years of age, and looking extremely sexy with it, this woman just radiated a sense of power and authority. But just how had I become entangled with her in the first place?

My becoming involved with in a total nightmare that's how. A few of my companions, people I had naively considered as friends, people, whom I could trust, proved beyond doubt that I should not have done. For we were talking about proper criminals here, specimens operating outside of what the law considered acceptable, and by quite a margin. Only, I wasn't aware of that little fact. And had allowed myself to become fully entangled in their schemes, or that is it certainly had appeared.

So, when the 'shit had hit the fan' I found myself arrested too, to be officially charged with fraud, only the totally innocent me didn't even understand, let alone have committed these crimes. As any Police officer involved could have soon deduced with a bit of 'homework,' but why would any of them bothered? On the face of it my guilt looked certain, why would any of their number question what appeared to be an easy conviction upon their record?

And it was by pure fluke that I then became acquainted with Tamara Mackenzie, K. C. A rather fed up and bothered lady at that particular moment in time, who found herself in my vicinity, having being subject to somewhat of a wild goose chase, in a very bad mood towards the so-called 'guardians of law and order' of this land, yes, she had it in mind to make some police officer pay for the time she had just lost, having had it wasted. When her eyes settled upon the totally frightened looking me, as she was leaving the Police Station, waiting to be booked into official custody. Appearing to be fully 'out of my depth,' as indeed I was.

But a very powerful female voice cut across my own, when then Custody Sergeant asked me the question, "do you have any legal representation?"

"Yes, he does." Standing right behind me now, Tamara took complete control of the situation, without even asking me for my agreement at all. I turned to the source of the verbal emission to see this powerful middle-aged woman by my side now, a look of total determination upon her striking face. "Tamara Mackenzie. K. C." She now uttered to the bemused Sergeant, who was no doubt, wondering the same as me, as she handed him a business card. How the hell am I going to afford to pay for her services? Although now wasn't the time to ask, I concluded.

However, before being placed within a cell, I was granted some time alone with her within an interview room, and that was the appropriate moment in which to raise the question. "Ma'am," I began, "I possess very little in terms of money, I won't possibly be able to afford your fees. You should be fully aware of this before you take this any further."

"Don't you go worrying yourself over that. There are more ways to service a dept than mere monetary payment," actually winking at me, "and you are such a good-looking lad." Oh my God, was she hinting that she wanted me in her bed? Christ, she must be over twice my age, I thought to myself, realising that the prospect excited me far more than it frightened me. Older she might well be, but make no mistake, she was incredibly sexy, about that fact there was absolutely NO question. With the confidence and power that came with it!

"Besides, just as that is clear, it is also abundant, to my very experienced eye in these matters, that you are totally innocent! Could I sleep at night, when it is obvious that somebody who utterly needs my skills so much is ignored. No, I cannot just stand by and watch a man such as you, be wrongly persecuted. So, don't you worry about money here, I'm prepared to help you because it is right!" I mean is she a lawyer, or what? Since when have such people possessed a conscience, and put doing the 'right thing' before making money?

She had successfully calmed me down however, as I utterly swallowed this statement of hers, by now quite prepared to fully trust her. But, totally unknown to me, there was a hidden agenda behind all of her apparent kindness. For she had noticed the name of the leading Police officer on the charge sheet, and it was somebody she had tangled with before. Indeed, Detective Inspector James Madden possessed the rare distinction of being one of the very few officers who had defeated her in court, never mind that the defendant in that particular case was as guilty as hell. No, she sensed an opportunity for her to gain a measure of payback.

In fact, Inspector Madden's face was quite the picture when Ms Mackenzie accompanied me into the interview room. It was utterly clear that they had sparred before, the previous occurrence being that 'victory' of his, an occasion that had filled him with as much over-confidence as to match her indignation. Despite achieving absolutely nothing during said interview, whereon Tamara had directed my answer to the multitude of his questions with a simple "no comment" reply, his attitude appeared to be, 'I've beaten her once, so I can beat her again.' So, he proceeded to formally charge me, obviously relishing the prospect of humbling her in court again, clearly letting this eventuality completely cloud his judgement.

In order to face a humiliating defeat when we had our 'day in court,' an occasion in which she demonstrated beyond any doubt that her position as a full registered K. C. was fully earned and justified. Basically, she ripped his very weak case against me apart, although it must be remembered that I was totally innocent, it had very much a case of me being in the 'wrong place, at the wrong time.' In fact, I wasn't even required to mount the witness box myself, the judge dismissing the case against me before such an eventuality became a necessity. And it must be remembered that she had performed all of this unofficially, without her normal backing, as she was helping me 'for free.'

As you can all imagine though, nothing in this life is 'for free' even if an act is in pure monetary terms. As I walked out of court, arm in arm with Ms Mackenzie, eternally grateful to her for being able to do so, she turned to me, her face beaming, as she simply stated. "Boy, I could do with a drink, I think it's the least you can do for me now!"

So, we ended up inside the nearest pub. One large white wine, as well as a pint of beer for me, being a very small price to pay for my freedom, thought I as I handed the appropriate sum to the waiting barman. It was then, having found us a quiet table in the corner, where we wouldn't be overheard, she outlined her method for me repaying my debt to her.

"What do you have planned for tonight?"

"Nothing as yet, Tamara. Thanks to you it's a decision that I'll now have to make, as I'm not facing a night within a prison cell, which without your intervention being what was most likely to happen. So, if you have a suggestion of what you'd like me to do, I'm all ears."

"Good. Then you are open to spending the night in my bed, servicing my rather unusual and VERY kinky sexual desires then?"

I immediately clocked the deliciously dirty smile upon her beaming face, and considered her proposition, very favourably I might add too. Yes, obviously she was over twice my age, but those advanced years suggested that this was a woman of sexual experience and knowledge, with the ability to be able to fully utilise such wisdom. And let's face it, we were looking at a 'one night stand' here, not a proposal for marriage, you know I might actually enjoy it!

"Very much open, Tamara! I can't think of a better way to spend this evening than in your bed."

"Good. Right, drink up then Darling," remember I had a full pint of liquid to consume, which I tried to do as fast a I could, spilling most of it, "and let's go. As it is such a nice day, weather wise," which it was, the sun shone brightly, "and I don't live too far away, let's walk. Build up an appetite for all of the rampant sex I'm about to inflict upon you. Like I say, I can be quite a kinky girl after all, and believe me, you won't just be in my bed, but you're going to be very much at one with it. Yes, I have every intention of tying you to it, so you will be totally MINE!"

A prospect I found to be far more exciting than frightening, and my cock responded in the most natural way possible! Something that didn't go un-noticed. "Well, part of you rather likes the idea of being under my control. We can't dis-appoint now, can we?" Grabbing my 'region' with her hand at the same time, sweeping away any last remaining vestige of resistance within my frame to her, obvious, plans for me.

It took about twenty minutes to walk to her home address, arm in arm, although being the perfect 'gentleman' I carried her briefcase in my other arm. It proved to be a very enjoyable experience walking with this beautiful lady on my arm, it was a warm and pleasant day after all. But what made it even more enjoyable was the glow that emitted from within, a glow fully driven by pure sexual excitement at the thought of being tied, inescapably, to Tamara's bed! I was almost dis-appointed when we reached her substantial home, and this 'stroll' was finished.

Tamara took some time to open her front door, it was fitted with all sorts of security devices at the end of the day, but once she had we passed over the threshold, after which she firmly shut it, re-applying many of those secure fastenings. Making me feel to some degree very much trapped inside now, quite intentional on her part as I was to discover. But strangely once again I found this to be stimulating rather than concerning, I wanted to belong to her now, and not just sexually.

Mind you everything else seemed to be so unimportant next, as Tamara grabbed hold of my head, initiating a kiss the likes of which I had never been subjected to before. Although not a virgin, I will admit that I was far from experienced in the sex stakes, certainly I had never been exposed to anything like Tamara's oral 'assault' beforehand, and it simply blew my mind. And when she finally ceased and believe me for one moment I did wonder if she ever would, she softly whispered into my ear, "you belong to me now!" Again, my cock responded, becoming even harder, if that was at all physically possible!

"But before we get started, it's probably best if you visit the small room first, after all the very last thing you did before coming here was consume a full pint of liquid, in the form of beer. And once I tie you to my bed, I don't want to be forced to have to untie you for any 'toilet breaks' now, do I? You can use the downstairs one, whilst I just put this away," picking up her briefcase. A few minutes later I had done my 'business' in said mini bathroom, giving my hands a thorough wash afterwards, reporting back to Tamara, who responded with, "it's time to get things started my Darling! Follow me up the stairs, please."

Naturally I obeyed, but with my hand grabbed by hers it would have difficult not to and having ascended onto the upper floor of this impressive house, Tamara led me into her large and very luxurious bedroom. Like a lamb to the slaughter. "Stand right here and take a good look at my bed please. Because later on you're going to belong to her, as I VERY securely, but utterly safely, tie you to her, and shag you to within an inch of your life! However, having mentioned the subject of safety, let me re-assure you that it will always be foremost in my mind, I've absolutely no intention of doing anything to you that will inflict any undue pain or permanent harm. Be totally sure of that." Yes, I was, feeling that Tamara was somebody I could, and therefore did, trust. If only I'd known then what I know now, eh? I just wanted to feel the satin it was covered in against my bare skin!

I stood still as directed, while Tamara circled me, a very provocative look upon her face, almost predatory in nature. "Well, this is all very good Darling, but in order for me to shag you, now you need to remove your clothes, don't you? STRIP!" With a tone of voice that strictly forbad any dis-obedience. And therefore, didn't receive any. My clothing appearing in an untidy pile upon the bedroom floor, as it left my body.

Suddenly Tamara threw a canvas bag at my feet. "Place all of your clothing, including your shoes, into that, please." A reasonable request, I guess, that I had no problem in obeying. And when I'd done so? "Zip it up, please." Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, a small padlock appeared, Tamara utilising this to firmly lock the bag's zip closed, my clothing inside, where I could no longer reach it. "Good. You can no longer access your clothing, as you've no idea just where the key to unlock that padlock is, do you, my Darling? Not that you're require use of your clothes for what you are about to be doing. However, there's no rush, if you're no need to wear your own, male, apparel, perhaps you would like to try on some of mine? In particular items upon your own legs, just like what I currently have upon mine?" As she lifted the skirt of her business suit up, clearly displaying the suspenders holding up the VERY sexy, sheer nylon stockings coating her own pins.

WOULD I? How hell did she know, it had always been a guilty secret of mine that I'd just love to place my legs within nylon stockings, although sexually inexperienced I knew by this stage of my life that I was really turned on by the feel of sheer nylon against my legs, but of course, I had never enjoyed the sensation directly! Well, it appeared that right here and now I was being given my chance to do so.

"Yes please, Tamara!"

Her smile intensified, as if suspicions within her own mind were being confirmed, which they were! "Firstly Darling, it's MISTRESS Tamara now! And yes, thought so! I could tell when I first clapped eyes upon you that you could be just the male I've been looking for since my late husband passed away. That's one of the reasons I was so willing to help you, a decision I can now gleam was the correct one after all." God, just what had I got myself into here?

Mind you just such a query was completely absent from my mind as Tamara, sorry Mistress Tamara, now reached into one of the drawers of a chest of such, her hands emerging carrying another set of nylon stockings together with a beautiful and sexy looking suspender belt, manufactured, as I could plainly see, of the finest shimmering black satin. Like all of her clothing of clearly real quality and obviously expensive, after all, we were talking about a lady of a really high level of financial means! As she held the belt right in front of me, noting the almost puppy like gaze of devotion within my eyes, her voice rang out, in a VERY commanding tone. "HANDS UPON HEAD! NOW!"

Although strictly speaking I wasn't in any physical bondage to Tamara yet, I felt that way, is if she had already captured me. I mean, could have obeyed that command any quicker? No, I doubt it, and fully turned on I adopted the 'surrender pose' that she had decided she wanted me to position myself within. To be rewarded with her wrapping that suspender belt around my waist and fastening it there.

"Um, very fetching! But just what do such belts suspend, Darling?"

"Stockings, Mistress Tamara."

"Precisely, stockings, just such as these." Holding some in her hands now, having just retrieved them. And I could tell that these were high quality items, VERY sheer, as they appeared to 'glisten' within those hands of hers. "I realise that this will require some careful balance on you part but try to keep those hands upon your head. Left foot off the ground, Darling."

Fortunately, I am blessed with a natural good sense of balance, and although it was difficult I was fully able to carry out Tamara's instruction here, to be rewarded with her placing my left foot within the delicious feel of sheer nylon, moving the stocking up to cover my ankle. "Good, now replace that foot on the ground and lift the other one." She soon had that foot covered in nylon too, and I have to admit the felling of just such material upon my feet was far more sensational than I'd even have imagined.

I'd replaced that second foot firmly on the ground now, which was just as well, for I needed all of my sense of balance to cope with the utterly delicious feeling I was experiencing for the first time as Tamara moved those stockings up my legs. And she was, quite deliberately there's no question about that, taking her time and doing so very provocatively and in a real teasing manner. Eventually, to my relief or was it, stocking met suspender and Tamara fastened the clamps, standing back as if the admire the 'view.' For the first time in my life, I was suspender clad.

I simply stood there, no doubt looking quite ridiculous, but even if that was true not caring a fig, as my whole lower body seemed to be utterly electrified with sensation. Suddenly my left ear became aware of a soft, beautifully sounding voice within, as my companion made her suggestions. "Look, whilst a large part of me wants to place you upon my bed right now, tie you to her, then shag you utterly senseless, but the night is still young. We've plenty of time in which to do that yet. I have this feeling that you'd just love some more 'foreplay' here, as I place your body into some more of my clothing!"

My body almost shivered with desire, as my fantasies ran wild. "Yes please, Mistress! I'd love that, just as long as you promise that you will shag me at some stage."

"Now don't you go worrying your pretty little head about that, make no mistake you totally belong to me now and I have every intention of claiming my just desserts, be assured of that. But in the meantime, let's have some fun as I dress you up, it's lucky that we've about the same size!" Which was the bigger, the smile upon her face, or mine?

Tamara re-visited her lingerie drawer, this time withdrawing a bra and panty set, as with all her gear of the finest quality, made of shimmering satin. Those panties only just covering my utterly rampant cock, my whole nether region simply alive with the stimulation caused by being subject to just such a material for the very first occasion within its existence. "Feels delicious doesn't it Darling? Get used to it, you're going to wear these exclusively from now on!"

I must admit that the significance of that remark didn't really sink in, so enthralled was I with then feeling of Tamara's satin upon my sexual 'tools,' as she picked up the matching brassiere, placing and then fitting it around my breast. Then placing some sort of silicone implants within, to make it appear that I possessed, well you know, and the fact that these were still 'in view' became academic shortly afterwards as Tamara then draped a beautiful primrose coloured satin blouse upon my top form, completing its fitting by doing up all of the front buttons.

My God, don't you ladies have it good in life? A pure explosion of sheer and utter delight occurred within my head, as it struggled to cope with the sheer emotions generated by the feeling of pure joy that it was asked to cope with now, sensuous sentiments that were not exactly decreased by Tamara's actions, as she having fitted said blouse began to rub the satin with which it was manufactured against the skin of my torso! I truly believed that I was now in pure heaven!

Suddenly Tamara ceased her actions, but only in order to fetch the final item of her apparel that she planned to dress me in for now. A beautiful leather skirt, just long enough to conceal that the nylon upon my pins was in the form of stockings. Having slipped it over my feet, Tamara slid it up them, and into position. Tightening the little belt it came with, that was stopping it sliding down again. However, there was no hiding the noticeable 'bulge' in its front though, no idea just what was causing that!

If that signified the end to the extent that Tamara wished to clothe me for now, it was, by no means, the end of the games that she intended to play here. "Arms behind back, please." And when I'd complied, which of course, I did? She simply tied my wrists together, and in such a skilful manner. There was no pain caused by overtightening for instance, this bond was fully safe, but at the same time absolutely secure. I belonged to her now, totally, utterly and completely!

Something that my captor was aware of. Once she had finally ceased the passionate kiss that she now subjected me to, she now declared, openly, "well my little satin slut, you are mine now! To do with just what I want, how I want and for as long as I want! You will now spend the rest of your days servicing me, both in a sexual sense and a domestic one! But we haven't quite finished here yet! Over to my dressing table, please."

I was guided over to said location, sat down on the stool there, and thus Tamara finished the task of my feminisation. By the time she was satisfied with her efforts, all of my facial hair had completely dis-appeared, my face had been 'made-up' with female cosmetics, including bright scarlet lipstick, and she had fitted a stylish and obviously expensive and classy blonde wig of purely female styled hair to the top of my head. In the mirror there, I could now see a young woman, looking very much like a female version of myself. Which, of course, is exactly what Tamara had made me now!

Said Tamara made me rise to my feet, not easy with my arms lashed behind me, but she did assist me here. Having dressed me, it was time to remove her own clothing, although not all of it. Off came her stylish business suit, with which she had impressed many a judge, no doubt including the one in my own case. And in a style that would have impressed any professional stripper! Followed by her own satin blouse, very similar in shade as 'mine' being more accurately described as 'cream' rather than 'primrose.' To reveal a very sexy basque, it became obvious that I was not the only one who found the material of satin so appealing, as this was manufactured from just such cloth. As were her panties, not that they were staying on. No, Tamara now removed them, as she had another destination for them in mind. My mouth!

In they went, for me to discover just how much my captor was turned on by my predicament, fully indicated by the strength of the smell of her arousal. She quickly fetched a tie to ensure that is precisely where they stayed too, removing any possibility of me escaping her sexual juices. Not that I wanted to, you understand.

"Time for us to take a little stroll downstairs my little satin slut, where all will be revealed, concerning your future as precisely that!" And I noticed that she picked up the holdall containing my clothing. I must admit, I did wonder just why she had done that, but I simply guessed that she did have her reasons.

It was a little difficult to descend the stairs as I was directed to, but such a manoeuvre was accomplished safely. Tamara then indicated that I was to proceed to an inglenook style fireplace inside of her home, which was alight with a fire present within.

She proceeded to tie my legs together, with a couple of ties that she had carried down, at my ankles and just above my knees, rendering me totally immobile, with me just staring into the flames, almost mesmerizingly. And now, to my complete astonishment Tamara tossed the holdall into the flames, which soon took full hold of it!

"Yes, watch it burn, my little satin slut, watch it burn! That's your old life going up in smoke there, welcome to your new one, as my utter plaything!" In a way that bag and its contents being reduced to a pile of ash DID represent something significant indeed, as well as articles of my clothing, it also contained much of my identity, a wallet holding all of my bank cards for example, as well as my driving licence. Whilst yes, many of these items could be replaced, given time and effort, it did appear that my life WAS changing direction.

As the fire consumed the bag, and its unseen contents more and more, while I watched on, almost in a trance like state, Tamara's hands were constantly rubbing over my satin covered torso. Stoking up the excitement levels to be almost unbearable, it was utterly clear that I had never been turned on to this degree before, or my cock had never been harder!

As if that wasn't enough in itself, soon came the moment that I guess I'd been waiting for, as one of Tamara's hands found its way under the leather of the skirt that she'd dressed me in, pulled down the panties that it was covered in exposing it and clamped around my solid member, doing its very best to impersonate a steel ramrod! At the same time, a soft voice echoed around inside my ear. "Yes, my Darling satin slut, THIS is your life now. To be mine, dressed in nothing other than satin, silk and nylon, existing only to please and to pleasure me! Now I made you a promise earlier, one that I fully intend to keep, yes, as soon as I'm finished with you here, I'm going to take you to my bed, tie you to her and shag you into utter oblivion!"

That hand of hers soon began a pumping action upon my cock, slowly at first but rapidly increasing, until Tamara was really subjecting me to 'full throttle' motion! As that gentle voice continued, increasing in intensity as her movements accelerated. "But we have to finish here first Darling, now, cum my little satin slut, CUM FOR YOUR MISTRESS TAMARA!"

Basically, a case of 'no sooner said than done,' as those words had just left her mouth when events occurred down there, events that I was utterly powerless to prevent even if I had wanted to! A fearsome pressure built within my balls, pressure that could only be relieved in one way, and soon spunk shot out of my cock at a rate that had never occurred before, thoroughly coating the inside of her, or should that be my, leather skirt in my product, so much so that some actually started dripping into view. As well as completely covering that hand of hers!

My body shook, totally uncontrollably within its bonds, as ecstasy took full claim of me in a manner together with a level of intensity that it had never done so beforehand, all chance of rational thought being available completely impossible for me whilst it held me within its awesome grip. Tamara waited patiently before talking again. "Enjoy that did you Darling? Believe me THAT was just a start to life in my hands, I'm going to subject you like that again and again, believe me, you're going to love being my utter satin sex slut! Now, let's get you onto my bed! And do you know what, I might have to roll it up a little at the bottom, but there'll be no need for that blouse to come off. I will shag you in satin! Now I know you are mine, you're the male I've been looking for since the unfortunate death of my late husband, a satin slut I can mould, to make into just the person I want in my bed and my home. Which you will never leave, but, just as I thought when I first saw you in that custody suite, leaving here is something you don't want to do now. So, ok I did see a chance to bring down that cocky D. I. Madden down a peg or two, and yes, while I very much enjoyed doing just that, THIS is why I was so willing to help you, I knew that I could finally obtain the satin sex slave I'd been looking for."

Thing was I knew in my heart that much of what she was now claiming was the complete truth. I DID want, with all that aforementioned heart, to be this intriguing woman's total sex slut, and I was still shivering with the delicious feel of satin against my skin, not to mention the sensation of sheer nylon on my legs. I must have somehow transmitted this information to my captor, for she continued. "As for what is currently covering your legs, let me tell you this Darling, from now on under my command, except for when you're washing them, bathing or showering for instance, your pins will find themselves within the sheer nylon of a set of suspended stockings, about this I CAN assure you." She rubbed them again, sending another bolt of electricity throughout my body, again not unobserved. "Thought so!"

Now Tamara untied my legs, removing the soiled skirt, together with those satin panties, noting that as some time had now passed, together with the fact that I was young, I was hard again. "So, what is this? She remarked as her hand completed the 'recovery process' by clamping around my recovering cock, making it rock hard again. "I was thinking of now taking you to my bed, but it would be rude not to subject you again, don't you think? As I said before we've plenty more time available, and maybe THIS time, as it's not the first, you just might make it last!" Smiling, to herself as she re-applied those leg bonds.

So, yet again I simply had to just stand there as Tamara set about me. However, there were some differences this time. Firstly, the skirt had gone, meaning that Tamara had a far larger degree of access to my 'tools' available to her, availability she made full use of. As one of her hands began its pumping action upon my cock, the other took for advantage of the opportunity to tickle, squeeze and generally 'play' with my balls at the same time. Add this to the fact that she had been absolutely spot-on in her assessment that, as this was not the first time during this session, things would last quite a little longer. The feeling was almost unbearable as the captive me, totally under Tamara's spell, began to almost squirm as she beautifully ramped up the pleasure, still coping with the sensations induced by the satin and nylon that I was enclosed in.

Tamara skilfully kept me in this state of constant arousal, gradually increasing in intensity for nearly ten minutes, my mind becoming more and more frantic as she kept me 'there,' completely within the power of her awesome sexuality. And then finally, THAT point arrived. Possibly even more earth-shattering than before, my 'product' shot several feet into the air, as not confined by the leather skirt this time it had free range to do so. Not that I was at all conscious of that fact, both my body and mind being completely overwhelmed by the utmost feelings of pleasure, even greater than those that she had previously taken me to!

When I had calmed down enough to be able to make sense of just what she was telling me, that voice was back in my ear. "It really is time to move on to my bed Darling. It's all very well you enjoying yourself, as you obviously are, but I believe it's right that I get to join in the fun, don't you agree? When I've cleaned up your mess, of course!"

No sooner had she done so, when those ties around my legs were undone, and again I was guided up the stairs into her bedroom. Standing beside the bed, Tamara undid the tie holding her panties within my mouth, pulling them out, now dripping with my saliva. But if I thought my lips could now rest, such thoughts were shattered as Tamara subjected them to another oral assault with her own. And just what a kiss, full of passion and menace!

When she finally finished, "I'm a girl who likes to snog whilst I shag, as you're about to discover Darling! Now, I'm about to untie you, do I have your word that you won't try to escape, until I have you securely tied to my bed?"

"I give you my word, Mistress Tamara, I shall make NO attempt to evade what you have planned for me. I probably want it to happen as much as you do!" To be honest the total truth, but what if it hadn't been? Where would I have escaped to, trapped within this locked house, just wearing female attire, my own male clothing now burnt to a cinder? Exactly!

So, as promised I made absolutely no move at all, once Tamara had undone that bond that held my arms together, except to obey her next command. "ONTO THE BED! Position yourself centrally and spread yourself out!" And when I'd complied? "I can see that the wearing of that blouse does not restrict my access to your sexual tools. So, in that case, let's leave it on, shall we? I know that you love the feeling." As she moved to the corner of her bed, where my left hand was almost touching the corner bedpost. "Time to make you mine!"

Shortly afterwards she'd looped my wrist there, and in a manner that suggested that this was a woman who knew her business, with a silk bondage tie, then tying that to the bedpost. Once finished it was abundantly clear this was a bond that was utterly secure, but at the same time, totally safe, placing my limb in no danger whatsoever, like being too tight for example. Added to the fact that she used the remaining tie to firmly bind my hand too. Now, it was obvious that this limb would be going nowhere, until she decided otherwise!

Tamara moved around the bed, tying each limb to the adjacent bedpost in an equally safe but utterly secure manner, until she returned to the top end, ready to complete my capture by securing my final limb, the right arm. Shortly afterwards that limb was also fastened, now I completely belonged to her bed. And, as it was owned by Tamara Mackenzie, you could say that, by default, so was I now. Until she decided otherwise, I was totally helpless in her hands and power now, a fact that turned me on even more than beforehand!

And judging by the smile upon her radiant face not just me. It was clearly obvious that the now Mistress Tamara was also sexual stoked up, to a far higher level than she'd ever tasted beforehand. "Have you any idea just how long I've longed for this moment, Darling? I've prayed for it, lusted after it, not really believing that I'd ever get to taste it for real. But here it is, I have my own satin sex slut tied to my bed and utterly mine. And not just any slut, but one who appears to want to be mine as much as I want to have him. So now your fate is sealed, my little satin sex slut, you're no idea just how often you're going to find yourself as you are now, tied in inescapable bondage to my bed, ready to be stocking shagged to my heart's, or should that be pussy's, content!" Grabbing hold of my rapidly hardening cock, once more recovering from previous 'activities,' "THIS being now my private, living dildo!"

Tamara now moved her body forwards, and soon 'her' living dildo found itself 'home,' inside her soaking wet pussy! Just where it belonged now, it appeared and believe me neither my Mistress nor I was arguing with that sentiment. It was just so natural, not to mention arousing for it to belong there. "And THIS is where it belongs, my little satin sex toy. THIS is its home now and where it will spend a great deal of its time from this point onwards." No sooner had these words left her lips then they resumed their attack upon my own, as Mistress launched another of her trademark passionate kisses, during which I closed my eyes.

To discover that there was no point in opening them afterwards. I hadn't noticed at all, but Tamara's hand had dived underneath the single pillow upon which my head rested, emerging clutching a stain blindfold, like all of her gear, expensive and beautiful made. She soon had it placed in position over my eyes, denying me the use of them, I was now totally in the dark, which if anything just heightened my sense of hopelessness and of the pure pleasure of being carnally captured.

Once she had terminated our oral 'embrace' Tamara began, very slowly at first, the motions of sex, which were absolutely delicious as her vaginal muscles very much replicated the earlier actions, and the utter sensations thus generated, of her hand upon my cock. Especially when she accelerated her cycles until she was really pumping me. With the absolutely delightful effects resulting, of course. A tremendous pressure was building up 'down there,' pressure that my Mistress's motions were doing nothing to alleviate, and as she was in total control of this situation in which we found ourselves I could do nothing to stop her at all. As if I wanted to!

Obviously, I wasn't the only one here who was enjoying themselves, and slightly before that joyous moment when ecstasy claimed me occurred, Tamara's body froze, her hurried cries of "Darling I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." became replaced by an almost primeval scream as she totally lost control of the waves of pleasure racking throughout her form! She then started to shake uncontrollably!

However, fortunately the 'point of no return' had been well and truly reached and passed as far as my own climax was concerned, and just to add to the emotions within her own form, she now had to cope with my seed being rapidly pumped into her womanhood at a rate that would make a Formula One racing car at 'full chat' seem slow in comparison, not that she probably noticed! Bear in mind here it was the first climax that I had been subjected to without a pair of Tamara's panties tied within my mouth, so for the first time I was able to emit my own oral emissions, although it must be said that they were much lower, in both terms of pitch and sheer volume, than my companion's!

And when she'd calmed down enough to be capable of coherent speech? "Yes Darling, THAT is your future now, to be my little satin sex slut and to be subjected to THIS on a regular basis! Mind you, we are far from finished tonight yet, I've plenty of stamina left within me, and I dare say, especially as you're far younger and doing less of the work here, you have too. Believe me," I had NO trouble in doing so, "this night is still young, there's plenty more shagging that will occur here before you're released form this bed!" As if I wanted it any other way?

Tamara fully kept her promise, keeping me firmly within her bondage, securely tied to her bed for quite some time, and many exciting and exhilarating shags, the vast majority ending with a simultaneous climax for both of us, before her strength began to fail and she finally ceased. But if I had any ideas floating around my head that I'd at last be able to leave the bed, they were immediately shattered. Yes, she did release my limbs, but only on a 'one by one' basis, to offset the prospect of cramp, after which she returned them to their captive status. She fully intended to 'take this up' come the morning!

Almost as shattered as her, I did manage to obtain a decent night's sleep, as clearly did my captor judging by the rejuvenated mood that she was in when she entered the room several hours later. Mind you, I couldn't see her at all, the blindfold was still over my eyes, as she repeated to 'release one by one, move around and recapture' my limbs, just as she had done last night. "We'll enjoy a few more shags Darling, and then I'll explain your new life as my domestic maid. I've just ordered a French maid's costume for you to perform your tasks adorned in, but until it arrives, I have a beautiful dressing gown for you to wear. But that can wait, for now let's shag!"

The next thing I was aware of was Tamara climbing aboard my form, her lips meeting mine and my cock finding its way 'home' again. And so, it all began once more! At the same level and intensity of the night before, was this woman good or what?

However today she stopped after three intense couplings. "Yes Darling, I could go on longer but we've both a busy day in front of us! If you please me, then we can return to this bed later on and take up where we've finished for now. But for now, let's untie you and get started, I think a shower is in order, and a change of your stockings, let's get rid of all the sweat generated by recent activities!" Notice how she'd dictated just what was happening now, not offering me any choice or say at all, but I was so under her spell by now, all resistance to her will utterly gone completely. I truly belonged to my Mistress Tamara now.

So, having been untied for the bed, I stripped off the blouse, suspender belt and stockings and showered. Once I dried myself, there was a fresh, clean set of the leg coverings waiting together with a lovely black satin dressing gown, with which I dressed myself. To join my Mistress in her fully equipped kitchen to commence my first task in her servitude, it was time for breakfast!

Now if I say so myself, I'm no mug within the kitchen and Mistress Tamara was quite impressed by my attempts to cook a decent breakfast for us. With her not needing to report for work today, she attended to all the tasks needed for me to leave within her home on a permanent basis, remember she was a lawyer after all. By the end of that day, she had made arrangements for my official registration to be leaving at her address, the termination of my tenancy at my previous home, and the disposal of all the rest of my male attire. Since that moment I have only ever worn female clothing, that provided for me by my Mistress. And at the end of the day? I found myself tied to the bed again, ready to be ravished by Mistress Tamara, and no, she didn't hold back!

And so thus my new life as Tamara's sex toy began. Since that day I have never left her house, or to be more accurate her property. For I spent many an occasion 'exercising' within the garden, dressed in Tamara's leather skirt and matching jacket over a satin blouse, my arms lashed behind my back and a pair of Tamara's worn satin panties tied into my mouth. Forced to 'parade' up and down, her hands wandering all over my form, and loving every moment of it. Otherwise, I'm dressed in those French maid's outfits that have since arrived, fully knowing that if I carry out my domestic chores to Mistress's satisfaction, I will shortly become tied to the bed and shagged mercilessly. Meaning I put every effort into performing my assigned tasks to the best of my ability! And, to my extreme joy, normally succeeding.

And all of this joy is as a result of some,

LEGAL ENTANGLEMENTS!