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Georgia – Part Two By the time I got to the third floor, I was huffing and puffing. Lugging that tray pack sax/clarinet/flute case up six flights of stairs was no picnic. And, of course, I had packed an instrument stand and a bunch of tools in it, so it weighed about seventy five pounds. I’m getting too old for this shit, I thought to myself. I leaned against the wall in the landing, trying to get my breath, before opening the door, and venturing out to the hallway. I stood the case on it’s end, and undid my cumberbund, waistband and fly, and smoothed my damp shirt tails down. Zipping up again, I felt I was a little more tucked in, and was ready. I pushed the hair back from my eyes, flicked an imaginary piece of dust from my sleeve, picked up the case by the end handle, and taking a deep breath, pushed on the bar to unlatch the door. It swung open, and a cool breeze of air conditioning swept from the hallway into the stairwell. I stood for a moment, getting my bearings, and enjoying the breeze. There was no one in the hallway, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been a little concerned about how I’d explain my presence there, as the musicians were usually constrained to the reception halls on the first floor, and it was obvious I hadn’t booked a room for myself, since I had no door card. I looked at the room numbers. It looked as if the numbers were ascending down the hallway to my left, so I turned to the right. 308 was the third door down. I took a deep breath, raised my knuckles and knocked, calling out “Room service,” as I did so. I heard the door latch being opened, and a muffled voice saying, “I think you have the wrong room. The champagne’s already been del…” she stopped as she opened the door and saw it was me standing there, wearing a silly grin. She opened the door a bit further, and grabbing my arm, quickly pulled me inside, and closed the door behind me. The room was very dark, and I stood there, blinking, trying to get my eyes to adjust. Before they had a chance to, I felt a steel bracelet lock around my right wrist. Quickly, she spun me around, and latched the other hand in the cuffs. The handle of the sax case was caught in the chain between the cuffs, and I was effectively trapped. I stood there, partially bent over with my back to the room, and wondered Escort Yeşilköy just what I had gotten myself into. Doris’ words came back to me then. “She’s a firecracker…” Just then, the bathroom door opened, and light flooded the room. I looked in the mirror on the closet door. Doris emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pair of thigh-high boots, a black leather corset, with no panties and a black pvc bra with the nipples cut out. I noticed she was shaved completely bald, save for a little narrow “landing strip”. I remembered that was exactly how she had described the bridesmaid’s pussy. In her right hand, she carried a riding crop. My cock immediately sprang to attention, but I was a little confused and wondered just where this was all leading. “Remember that night, two years ago, when we were drinking and you told me your fantasy was to be taken by two dominant women?” she asked me. She went on, “Well, here’s your chance. Do you still want to go through with it?” I gulped, and thought, Damn. When it’s real, it’s a whole lot more scarey than when it is in your imagination. “Um… I think so, but can we set some ground rules first?” I replied. “Sure.” Replied Doris. “Here are the rules. 1. You will speak only when spoken to, or asked a direct question. 2. You will not otherwise make a sound. 3. You will do exactly as you are told, immediately, and without question. If you are too slow, you will be punished. 4. You must ask permission to cum, and may not do so unless and until it has been granted, either by myself or by Melissa. 5. If the pain becomes too great, or if you want to stop the proceedings at any time, your safe word is Philadelphia. The instant you utter it, you will be released, gently massaged and dressed, and you will be free to go. I ask again: Do you still want to go through with it?” I thought quickly, and could feel my cock beginning to throb.. I opened my mouth to say “I’m too afraid,” but what came out instead was “yes.” Swat! She smacked me on the ass with the crop, over top of the back of my tuxedo jacket and trousers. “The proper answer is, Yes, Mistress Doris” I stood there, dumbly. I was more surprised than in pain, as the coat and trousers had absorbed all the shock of the crop. But I could tell it would be a completely Yeşilyurt escort different story on bare skin. “Say it!” she commanded. “Yes, Mistress Doris.” I heard myself say. Philadelphia, I thought to myself. Remember Philadelphia. Where Washington surprised the British on Christmas. Philadelphia. Home of Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. Philadelphia. My signal for liberty. Gently, but with a veiled threat, she stroked my cheek with the crop. “That’s better, Slave. I think you are going to like this evening’s little scene. And remember, I really do like you. I think you’re a good guy, and a Hell of a musician. So all that takes place here is really for your pleasure, though it may take a while for you to realize it. OK, Melissa, he’s all yours.” Melissa stepped forward from the shadows then. She was still wearing the emerald green strapless bridesmaid’s dress, but she had taken off the CFM shoes. The big bow made her look as if she were wearing a bustle. She reached behind her on the bed, and brought out a pair of large sewing shears. “Would you like to do the honors, Doris, or shall I?” she asked in a surprisingly deep contralto voice. “Oh, I think you should, Bro…..um, Sis, “ Doris replied. “After all, he is your catch. All I did was set the hook and confirm the appointment.” All of a sudden I had an epiphany. This was not going to be exactly as I had fantasized. First of all, I had never fantasized about sisters having me; and secondly, one of them was most assuredly not a crossdresser. Contrary to what I would have expected though, my cock grew even harder with the realization that this was going to really stretch my boundaries. (And a few other things, I feared.) At the same time I was afraid, I felt myself becoming even more aroused at the thought of being penetrated. I felt her pull my shirt out of the back of my trousers, and felt her hand on my back. It was warm, and very soft. It was as though the nerves on my back went straight through my core, and my cock throbbed, as she slid her hand up my spine. I had no idea till then, that one’s back could be an erogenous zone. Then I felt a slight tugging and, though her hand rest protectively between my flesh and cold steel of the blade, I heard the fabric rip as she/he Zeytinburnu escort bayan deftly ran the scissors up the back seam of my shirt and jacket. Still cuffed to the upright sax case, my shirt and jacket gather around my arms.”I’m not finished yet,” She/he whispered seductively close to my ear. “The fun is just beginning.” Her hand flew about my neck shielding me from any misapplied snip of the blade, which seconds later, sent my collar and bow tie separate ways. A sudden thought crossed my mind that I was going to have to buy a new tux. That was something I could ill-afford, and I opened my mouth to speak. Doris drew back the crop, poised to smack me.“Please Ma’am. Permission to speak?” I asked pleadingly. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow of the crop on my face. Doris lowered the crop. “Well?” she asked, imperiously. “Begging your pardon, Mistress Doris, but I am concerned about my tuxedo.” “You haven’t permission to speak, but I’ll make an exception this once,” Doris replied. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll have you fitted for a new one when we are all finished playing. They have an excellent tailor shop downstairs. They carry only three brands, but I think you’ll agree that Hugo Boss, Corneliani, and Armani make very nice suits. And much better than the cheap one you bought from the wedding shop. Anyway, there’s nothing uglier than a man in a cheap tux.” As she was speaking, I felt Melissa place her hand down the back of my trousers, into the crack of my ass, and I involuntarily shivered, as my trousers and boxers fell away, leaving my ass totally exposed. I felt very open and vulnerable. My mouth formed an O, as I suddenly let out my pent-up breath, which I hadn’t even realized I was holding. SMACK! The crop came down upon me, and I grunted with the pain. SMACK! Again and “Silence, Fool!” Doris commanded. “Spread your knees, Love,” Melissa cooed softly into my right ear. I did as I was told, and SMACK! The crop struck my ass again.”Not fast enough!” Doris growled. I felt a tear well up in the corner of my eye, but blinked it back. Melissa wedged the case between my legs. My ankles were still trapped by the trousers, and with my hands cuffed to the upper handle, I was effectively immobilized. My throbbing cock was mashed up tight against the edge of the case, and my abdomen threatened to break it in half.”Now bend over, and place your head on the jacket, Darling,” Melissa coed again. I quickly complied, but grunted as my cock was folded between the case and my torso.SWISH! I heard the crop fly through the air, and felt the breeze as it narrowly missed my ass.