Lisa Trains Thomas

I began to stretch his legs. My thigh muscles twitched. "Thank you Lisa. That's a relief. Now, please, can you do something about my hands?" I asked.

Lisa rolled me onto my back, felt under the satin corset and pulled my left hand down. She untied the pantihose around the wrist but the arm was still firmly held by the corset. She repeated the process with the right wrist. She then tried to bring the two wrists together but couldn't. "You'll have to co-operate - when I tell you, breathe out and I'll have enough space to move your wrists." she told me "Now!"

I exhaled and she quickly moved my wrists and cuffed them together.

"Nearly done" she told me "I'll take off the corset and sort out your elbows."

"What about my elbows?" I asked

"I don't want you able to bring your cuffed wrists in front of you" said Lisa "You might damage yourself trying and damage me. How can I secure them without hurting ...?"

She took up one of the silk scarves and laid it on the bed beside me. "Roll over" she ordered.

I rolled onto my back with a push from her. Lisa unclipped the corset and pulled it apart. I looked down. My torso was reddened by the hours of tight lacing and there were some bruises where the top and bottom edges had cut into me. I breathed freely for the first time in hours.

"Roll over this way" ordered Lisa again

I rolled, enjoying the relative freedom of movement and then I exhaled explosively as Lisa threw her body across my head and shoulders, pinning me to the bed. She grabbed the silk scarf and tied it to each of my elbows leaving slack between them so that I had limited movement.

She then lifted herself up and pushed me over on to my back again. Suddenly I was straddled with my mouth almost in her muff.

"Well, Thomas" she said to me "I've given you some more freedom of movement. Are you going to use it?"

This was obviously a rhetorical question since I was gripped between her muscular thighs. I could thrash his legs but had no chance of moving Lisa. Her muff moved closer to my face.

"Well" said Lisa "You're not moving much, are you?"

"I can't" I replied "I'm flattened"

"I'm glad you admit I'm in control" said Lisa "Are you going to give me some oral or are you just going to lie there? When you've finished we can talk about your future - if you have one, that is."

I lifted my face towards the glistening muff which then pressed down. My face was clamped between Lisa's thighs as I worked as hard as I could with my tongue. I was really enjoying myself except for a faint concern that when Lisa climaxed I might have a crushed skull or at least a severe shortage of breath! Lisa's movements became more and more frenzied but she quickly moved down my body and she engulfed my erect cock. Her mouth covered mine and her arms and legs held me tightly as we reached a shuddering climax.

(An aside: Until I met Lisa I didn't really appreciate what "engulfing" meant. With Lisa I was "engulfed" every time. She pulled me deep inside her, her arms and legs wrapped round me like boa constrictors, her tongue filled my mouth. While I was "engulfed" Lisa had surrounded me in every way. I couldn't be aware of anything beyond her. I had no present, no past, no future, nothing at all beyond her body totally controlling mine.)

Lisa spoke while still sitting astride me "Well, Thomas, what are we going to do next? I've enjoyed this morning so far, and so have you except perhaps for the dildo. What shall I do with you?"

"I'd like to be able to move again" I replied "And I'd like a drink. I haven't had one since that "coffee" last night. What did you put in it by the way?"

"I didn't put anything in the "coffee" " said Lisa. "That was the point. The "coffee" had nothing in it"

"What do you mean?"

"You thought that the black coffee would sober you up. But it wasn't black coffee. It was decaffinated coffee and very weak so that it was effectively coloured water. It couldn't stimulate a gnat and certainly did nothing for the amount of alcohol you were carrying last night. You passed out from lack of stimulant, not because I gave you anything. Once you were asleep you were really gone. I undressed you and tied you up without you feeling a thing. You were totally helpless." replied Lisa "But if you ask nicely I'll make you some real coffee now."

"Yes please, but how about letting me free?"

"We'll talk about that when you've had the coffee" said Lisa as she went into the kitchenette "Black or white? With or without sugar?"

"White, no sugar, please - but you can't keep me tied up all day."

"Can't I?" Lisa called from the kitchenette "What could you do about it if I did?. You are wearing handcuffs now. Only I know where the keys are. You aren't going to be missed. I've arranged for a message to your parents saying that you will be home tonight. They weren't surprised. So no one will miss you until this evening. We have a whole day ahead to explore the possibilities."

Lisa came back into the bedroom carrying two mugs of coffee. She put them down on the bedside table to cool and sat on the bed behind me.

Lisa lifted my head and shoulders and rested them on her lap.

"While the coffee cools we can talk about your future. Are you going to be a good slave for me? If you are you'll be well rewarded. You haven't done too badly so far. Are you going to accept me as your mistress or do I have to beat you up first?" said Lisa half-menacingly but with a smile.

"I have enjoyed most of today so far and I slept beautifully .." I started to reply

"I'm not surprised" interrupted Lisa "My left nipple is still sensitive after all the suckling you did last night"

".. and I have wanted to find out just how passionate you were and whether your breasts are as good as they seemed ..."

Lisa leant over me, dropping her breasts gently on to my face muffling me with her massive orbs.

..." and now I know that you and they are fantastic..."

Lisa lifted her breasts apart and looked at me between them.

"...I'd enjoy being your slave - I think I am already - but I would like some more freedom" I finished.

"Later, perhaps" said Lisa as she leaned forward again and let her breasts slap on either side of my head "I don't think you are trained enough yet"

I didn't hear anything after "perhaps" as my ears were completely covered by Lisa's breasts and my face was deep in her cleavage. Lisa had continued to speak but realised that I couldn't hear. She leant back and uncovered my face.

"You haven't finished your training yet" she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"I'm not sure that you are sufficiently disciplined" said Lisa "Have some coffee. It should be cool enough now."

She cradled me against her breasts and let me sip from the cup. "What turns you on? What experiences would you like to repeat? There must be something you want to do that we haven't done already"

"Well.."

"Out with it - if it's possible you might be lucky today"

(Thomas and his twin cousins)

"When I was twelve years old we used to live out of town and my uncle and aunt lived in a four storey house in the town centre. They had three daughters and the twins were then about fourteen ..."

"I know them, of course" said Lisa

"Yes, but just for this story pretend that you don't. I'll call them ... Amy and Jo ... that'll do."

"Little Women?" asked Lisa

"They were women even at fourteen but not that little: they were bigger than I was. Anyway we used to stay there when there were evening events and it was easier than travelling back home. The twins shared a bedroom on the top floor and I used to stay in a smaller room next to them. They were tomboys and used to fight each other and me as well if I got in their way. It wasn't sexual - just kids rough housing about. We even had pillow fights, I remember.

One occasion was another cousin's wedding. The twins were bridesmaids and I was a page boy. We all hated it because we lived in jeans most of the time. I had to wear a morning suit and the twins wore pink sheath dresses and high heels. The dresses were probably very nice but the twins couldn't walk properly because the bottom hem was narrow and the dresses were ankle length. In retrospect the dresses may have been deliberately made that way so that the twins would take 'dainty' steps instead of running about and striding out as they would normally do.

After the reception we went upstairs to bed. I had been teasing Amy and Jo about their 'dainty' walk and they wanted to get at me but they couldn't catch me before I got to my room and locked the door. Next morning we'd forgotten and we were back to normal.

The next time I stayed with them was about two weeks later. We were all on a float in the carnival. The theme was the musical "Oklahoma" - a dance scene. I went as a ranchhand and they were settler women. They had long blue gingham dresses over layers of petticoats and big white aprons which had frilled straps over their shoulders. They also had poke bonnets but those didn't stay on long. They looked fabulous but no twelve year old cousin was going to admit that. All of us on the float danced throughout the carnival procession. I enjoyed myself but I teased my cousins about their costumes. I don't remember what I said but I was no doubt a real pain to them.

When we got back to their house we were told to go upstairs, change and then keep out of the adults' way for a couple of hours while they prepared the after-carnival party.

As soon as we got upstairs Amy and Jo jumped on me and dragged me into their room. We wrestled on the bed and I ended up under Amy swamped by layers of petticoats. Meanwhile Jo tied my legs together with a skipping rope. I couldn't call for help because my mouth was full of petticoats. I couldn't hear much because of the taffeta around my head.

The twins were determined to get at me for teasing them. While Amy held me down Jo changed into jeans and T-shirt. Jo straddled me while Amy changed. While I couldn't hear they had decided to humiliate me so that I wouldn't tease them again.

Amy threw her petticoats on to the bed and the twins turned me face down into the rustling heap. Jo then piled her petticoats on top and sat on my head as Amy tied my wrists together. I was suffocating under layers of taffeta and Jo.

When I was hog-tied they told me what they were going to do. As "punishment" for making fun of me they were going to dress me as a girl until the party started. They couldn't think what would be dreadful enough as a punishment. They didn't have a "girly" wardrobe. Jo remembered the wedding and my previous offence. They would dress me as a pink bridesmaid!

However there was a problem. The bridesmaids dresses were downstairs. They would have to sneak down and get one - what would they do with me while they were gone?

They stood me up, leant me against a pillar holding up the roof beams and Jo tied me to it with her costume's apron! Amy stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth and tied her poke bonnet on my head back to front. I couldn't see, I could hardly breathe, and I couldn't move.

That was it. They couldn't get at the bridesmaid's dress, so they just tickled and teased me for about quarter of an hour before releasing me as "forgiven".

At the time I felt humiliated enough because two girls had tied me up but that feeling soon passed. I knew they wouldn't tell anyone and I certainly wasn't going to. But later as I grew older I remembered that evening with very different feelings. If we had been older it could have been interesting! But at the time we were just three kids playing around - nothing more or less.

.....

I'd like to relive the wrestling, the petticoats, the apron, perhaps even the poke bonnet - but I expect that it's all impractical" I said.

"Don't be so sure about that" said Lisa with a glint in her eye "You never know what might happen today! If you've had enough coffee we'll make a start."

"A start at what?"

"You'll have to trust me" said Lisa "Now we need to go downstairs to my workroom. I'll undo your leg cuffs while you walk downstairs. You'll find out what happens next."

.....

In the workroom everything was tidied away. Alison and Sandra had cleared all trace of last night's party and the equipment had been pushed to one end of the room beforehand to clear space.

Lisa went to the equipment and picked up a three-legged stool and a five foot long steel tube that looked like a weightlifter's bar. She asked me to come to a particular spot on the floor and sit on the stool. When I had, she threaded the rod between my bound hands and it clicked into a concealed socket in the floor. She fastened my leg cuffs to a crossbar on the stool.

"I'm going to blindfold you for a few minutes while I get things ready" she told me as she wrapped a scarf over my eyes and tied it behind my head. I heard her walk across the room and return. She put something heavy down then untied my elbows.

"Open your arms as wide as you can" she ordered. Something was slid onto the shaft and clicked into position. There was a silky slithering sound.

"Lean back" she commanded

I leant back and was surprised to find that my head was cradled as if between Lisa's breasts again. But something was different. They were covered in silk but after an initial yielding seemed very firm - too firm! Lisa untied the blindfold and removed it.

"Stay just as you are for a few seconds" she said. From behind there came a white blur across my face settling over the mouth and chin before pulling viciously backward into the strangely firm breasts. My nose and eyes were free but I was gagged and my head was immobile.

"That's one of my sports bras" said Lisa "Gives good support doesn't it? Would you like to see what I've done?"

I couldn't reply. I couldn't even nod.

Lisa brought a full length mirror stand and positioned it so that I could see my reflection. She had strapped me between the "breasts" of a dress dummy!

"Now for the good bit" said Lisa as she went out of sight. When she returned she kept the dummy between herself and the mirror's view. She lifted a silk slip over the dummy's head and pulled it down covering the dummy and me. The cups of the slip settled around the "breasts" and I could still see my head from the nose upwards. The rest was sheathed in white silk.

"Amy and Jo may not have dressed you as a pink bridesmaid but today you are going to wear a pink bridesmaid's dress. No - that's not quite right - my alter ego .." Lisa patted the dummy's shoulder "..that I call Lisa Too - is going to wear the dress. You have no choice but to stay with her. She's harder than me and heartless. Did you know that she was specially made to my exact measurements?"

Trussed as I was, I couldn't reply as Lisa threw a mass of pink satin over me yanking it down to swathe me in its folds. She pulled the unfastened bodice down to my waist.

"Now I'll leave you together for a few minutes while I go upstairs again" She said as she left the room.

I tried to struggle but was too firmly held. I could see myself clearly but I couldn't free myself.

Lisa returned carrying a polaroid camera. I tried to speak.

"Mmmmpf! Mmmmpf! MMMMMPF!!"

"Camera-shy?" asked Lisa "It's a bit late for that. I've got some very good shots of you wearing my corset last night and one or two of you sucking the dildo. Those are already filed where you'll never get at them. I can make you a star by circulating them round the town - unless you are a good boy."

Lisa then took a couple of photos. She went across to the equipment pile and returned carrying a realistic head for the dummy, recognisable as a stylised version of herself. She fitted it to the dummy and added a wig in her style. What I saw in the mirror was my head strapped between Lisa's breasts, gagged with her bra and slip with her dress covering me from the waist down.

Lisa lifted the bodice of the dress from my lap. "I'm not sure that this will work. I was a bit larger when I made this dress but it might not be enough." She leant round and began to pull the back zip upwards. She held the upper bodice against my muffled mouth. The neckline was just low enough to leave my eyes uncovered but with a chiffon overlay to a high neck. I was veiled by the pink chiffon and my head was forced back as the zip was relentlessly pulled upwards. I felt the neck being fastened around Lisa Too's.

"That's done it!" Lisa exclaimed triumphantly "You are now part of a pink bridesmaid until I'm ready for you. I'll just record the happy scene before getting ready for the next."

After taking a couple of polaroids Lisa moved across the room. I heard her moving dresses then the sound of her feet climbing the stairs.

I was left relentlessly squeezed into Lisa Too's cleavage. In the mirror all I could see was a vague pink outline of my head as an immobile bulge under the bust of the bridesmaid's dress. I tried to move arms and legs but all I managed was a few slight tremors in the heavy fabric engulfing me. I was wrapped as tightly as a mummy in sensuous silks and satin and cruelly clamped by Lisa's sports bra to her unyielding twin. Although uncomfortable I was aroused by the feel of the fabric slithering around me; and Lisa's perfume. I felt as if Lisa was holding me tight, controlling me completely. All I had to do was surrender to her twin's embrace. Even if I didn't want to surrender I had no option. I was Lisa Too's helpless prisoner.

Even though the experience was pleasant, it seemed an age before I heard Lisa coming downstairs again.

As she came closer I heard the exciting rustle of petticoats. I could not see her but every time she moved there was a sussuration of silken fabrics. She stood behind me, unfastened the neck of the dress and partly unzipped the back zip. Then she unhooked the sports bra and lifted it off. I could now move my head slightly under the bust of the long slip. I eased my neck backwards and forwards in relief.

"Thank you, Lisa" I said "I thought you were going to leave me like this for hours."

"No" said Lisa "only while I prepared for the next part of your day. Are you going to do exactly as I say? - or else I'll leave you to commune with Lisa Too."

"Yes" I replied "I do anything you want if you let me out of this position. It was pleasant for a time but not for so long."

"Good" said Lisa "But it will be something you want. I warn you though: if you disobey you'll be back here with Lisa Too or perhaps even with Half-Lisa and she's infinitely worse! Hold still while I undress you."

Lisa unzipped the dress totally and lifted it over my head. With an effort she pulled the silk slip up and off. I was still secured by the cuffs and my legs were cuffed to the stool but at last I could move them. I hadn't seen Lisa since she re-entered the workroom except for her arms which showed long sleeved blue gingham.

Lisa moved in front of me.

"Do you like the way I'm dressed?" she asked

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was exactly like my erotic dreams of "Amy" and "Jo". She was wearing a full skirted blue gingham dress held out by layers of petticoats and a Victorian full white apron with frilled shoulders and hem. She was even wearing a poke bonnet!

"How on earth? ... How could you manage to get dressed like that so soon after I told you about my cousins?

"I'm glad there's at least one thing you didn't know about me." Lisa grinned "I make the costumes for the local amateur dramatic society - and this one was left over from a production of - but you guess"

"Oklahoma!" I shouted.

"Right first time!" Lisa chortled back "I think it fits quite well. Do you think so?" She said and twirled herself around making the skirt fly outwards revealing layer upon layer of white frilled petticoats. She bent down and kissed me. My face entered the poke bonnet as her lips met mine. "Now we'll see what happens next" Lisa added as she drew back. "I'm going to unfetter you completely and we will resume upstairs."