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Cherri
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The big day was only a month away. My fiance, Cherri, and I had been
planning the wedding for two months. When I had asked Cherri to
marry me, I had expected her to say no. Imagine my surprise when
she said yes!
Cherri and I had been friends for about 16 months. We met at a birthday
party for the Vice President of the company into which we had both been
recently hired. Cherri was 25 at the time. I was 23. While Cherri
was an interesting person to talk to, I can't say that I was particularly
physically attracted to her at the time, as she was 5'4" and weighed about
160#, with shoulder length blond hair, hazel eyes. Not to say that her size
affected our friendship, which developed quickly, as we had a number of
shared interests.
As a friend, I had bothered Cherri about being "short for her weight,"
and after a few months, she had gotten interested enough in the healthy
example I set (low-fat diet, both aerobic and non-aerobic exercise,
non-smoking, non-drinking, etc) that she asked me to help her get in
better shape. We spent about a week figuring out what changes we should
make to her daily routine, and over the next nine months, she worked hard
and I coached her to a pretty good level of fitness. She really enjoyed
playing racquetball and volleyball before, and now that she was in shape,
and had much better stamina, she was really good at both of these sports.
In fact, she was much better than I in both of them. Of course, her
decrease in weight made her much quicker on her feet and gave her a great
vertical jump.
Over these months, I had taken more than a passing interest in her
physique, as the changes we were working on her body were very sexually
stimulating for me. I had tried a number of times to approach her and
encourage her to participate in my favorite indoor sport ;^) but had been
turned down in all cases with a "let's not ruin our friendship."
When she decided that she was "in shape" (5'4" - 120#) and wanted to change
to a maintenance mode, we had a party, inviting a few of her old friends.
She wanted to surprise her friends from high school, and I had a feeling that
her "new" body was just the thing. When I tried to decline, feeling that
I would just be in the way, she just wouldn't have it, as she had already
told her friends that her "trainer" would be there, and that she was dying
to introduce me. Seemed to me that I didn't have a choice. At least not
one that would prolong our friendship.
With some input from her friends, Jennifer, Judy, Sharon, and Fred, we
picked a date for the party, and decided that, since they were all coming
in from out of town, that we might as well make it a two day affair.
In order to save a little money, Judy and Sharon would stay with Cherri,
while Jennifer and Fred would bunk at my place. Jennifer was going
to be at the airport at 3pm, while Judy, Fred, and Sharon would be arriving
around 9pm.
When Friday rolled around, I called Cherri just after noon to make sure
things were still set. She answered the phone, obviously upset, and
informed me that she wasn't going to get off work in time to make it to
the airport, and asked if we could exchange our airport run times. As it
really didn't matter to me, I mumbled my agreement, and we hung up.
I had no trouble finding Jennifer, or I should say she had no trouble
finding me. Cherri had told her that I would be picking her up and that
I would be wearing my black jeans, blue jean jacket, and bright yellow
baseball cap, with the word "SciTech" on the front. (SciTech is the
company Cherri and I worked for...they specialize in making high-tech
alloys for bicycles and racquet sports.) Jennifer, who was 26, just over
5' in height, and must have weighed all of 100#, came off the plane looking
exhausted. She came directly at me, and after a short introduction, we
were on our way to my place. Jennifer seemed to be in a hurry to take a nap,
so I concentrated on getting to my place as soon as I could. She didn't
have any checked baggage, so we were out of the airport in about 5 minutes,
and at my place about 10 minutes later. Jennifer fell asleep while I was
explaining how Cherri and I had met, so I left her alone until we got home.
As I drove, I took a quick look at Jennifer. She was wearing a pair of gray
sweat pants, and a red sweatshirt. Her hair was dark brown, and was braided
into a loose pony tail down the middle of her back. I remember thinking
that she seemed a nice person, even as worn out as she was, at least from
the few minutes I'd gotten to talk with her.
When I stopped the car at my place, Jennifer awoke of her own accord, and
quietly picked up her bag. I showed her into the house, and to her room,
and then got the messages from my answering machine. Cherri had called to
let me know that Fred had to cancel at the last minute, and that she would
call again the following morning to keep me on schedule. Cherri told me that
Jennifer didn't like to travel, especially by plane, and that caused a couple
of pieces to fall into place. No wonder Jennifer had looked so tired.
Expecting that Jennifer would be asleep for a while, and not wanting to
disturb her, I decided to have a quick meal (I'd missed lunch), leave her
a note, and go out shopping for a while. I got back about 7pm, checked
on Jennifer, who was still asleep, and decided to take a quick nap on the
futon myself. OK, I didn't actually decide, I kind of just let it happen
while I was watching the network news.
I awoke with a start. It was dark, and the TV was blaring away in the
corner of the living room. As soon as I woke up, I felt a stinging pain
on my chest. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see Jennifer sitting next
to me on the futon, with an odd look in her eyes and a big grin on her face.
The light given off by the TV cast bizarre wavy shadows on the opposite wall.
I watched the shadows for a moment, and then felt the stinging pain again.
When I looked up at Jennifer, she was holding a pair of tweezers in her hand,
and was reaching down to my chest to pull out another hair.
I was furious! Not to mention confused! What the hell was she doing?!?
I pulled away from her, and attempted to sit up. It wasn't until then that
I discovered that my arms were locked in place to the frame of the futon
with something (handcuffs?!?) and that my legs were strapped down at
my thighs and tied at the ankles. Jennifer reached over and grabbed another
hair with her tweezers, and as she yanked, I screamed at her "Just what the
HELL do you think you're DOING?" All she said was "Playing," and she
continued pulling the hair out of my chest.
I tried several more times to get away from her and the tweezers, but couldn't
break free of the bonds she had used. Now, I'm 6'2", 200#, and pretty strong,
but I had also bought a very sturdy futon, and I wasn't able to break it.
Jennifer, on the other hand, was a very small woman, but she was able to ride
the futon I was bouncing around the room. After a few minutes of her pulling
out my chest hair, with a lot of screaming, struggling, and complaining, on
my part, I tried to reason with her.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked. She paused for a moment and replied in
a voice that was just audible, "I felt like it." When I blew up and yelled
at her "What do you mean, you just FELT LIKE IT?!?", she quietly continued
pulling. I tried another tack and quietly asked "Would you please let me go?"
Her reply was frightening. All she said was "No," but it was the way she
said it that bothered me. She smiled again, and then continued pulling.
When she apparently finished on my chest, she moved down to my stomach.
It was at this point that I had a weird flash of memory. I remember sitting
down on the futon with my jeans and t-shirt on. Now, however, I realized that
I only had on my briefs. Jennifer must have read my mind as I figured this
out, because she then reached over and pulled them down to expose my cock,
which sprang free, fully erect. She giggled and ran her hand down the
underside and gave my balls a quick squeeze. Her touch was electric, and I
found myself instantly trying to thrust my cock into her grip. She giggled
again, and resumed her pulling. By now, however she had finished with my
stomach area, and began pulling my pubic hair out.
I was thoroughly confused. I didn't understand why Jennifer was doing this,
and she wouldn't say. I thought I wanted her to stop, but it was very
obvious that my body didn't want her to. I pleaded and begged her to
stop pulling my hair and to let me up, but she wouldn't. I was just about
to try to break free one more time when she got up and walked quietly back
into her bedroom. After about an hour of calling her to come back and let
me up, I broke down, sobbed for a couple of minutes, and then fell asleep
exhausted.
After a couple of hours of sleep, I awoke again. I noticed that the TV
was off, but since there aren't any clocks in my living room I couldn't
tell what time it was. It was still dark, so I guessed it was between
4am and 5am. Trying to escape from the bonds only served to show me how
sore and stiff my muscles had become from the exertion a few hours before.
A few minutes later, Jennifer came out of her bedroom and turned on the
lights. I was instantly blinded, and it took a few minutes for me to
recover.
During this time, Jennifer had made her way across the room and was standing
next to me with a couple of lengths of rope. She tied one length to my right
wrist , and then wrapped the other end around the foot of the futon, between
two of the middle slats. Walking back up to my right wrist, she wrapped the
rope around the side of the futon frame, pulled it tight, and tied it off.
Then she unlocked the handcuff on my right wrist. Since the rope was tight
while laying down, I tried to sit up and stretch my hand toward my feet.
This is exactly what Jennifer expected me to do, and she was ready. As I
reached for my feet, she slid the knot down the rope, pulling my arm as
far as I could reach down toward the foot of the futon. She then did the
same with my left arm with me cursing the whole time.
She now had me in a sitting position, with straps across my thighs and ropes
tying my ankles and wrists to the foot of the futon. She had pulled me so
tight that I couldn't move forward or back. I asked her meekly "What are you
going to do to me?" "I'll tell you in a minute," she replied. She then
walked over to her room, and returned carrying a small black object. When
I asked her what it was, she shoved it in my mouth and fastened a strap around
the back of my neck. Hind sight being 20-20, I realized then that I shouldn't
have asked. She just chuckled to herself, and walked into the kitchen.
She returned with a pair of scissors and a couple of bowls, and sat down
behind me on the futon. Within a couple of minutes, she began to cut my
hair. I struggled only long enough to figure out that it was dangerous
to do so. While cutting my hair, she told me what she had in mind for me.
"When Cherri called and invited me to visit, she also explained that you were
the first man in a long time that had shown interest in her other than as a
friend. Cherri also explained that you were the primary cause for her
motivation in losing weight during the past 9 months, and that she loves you
for it. When we planned this party, I convinced Cherri to let me stay with
you for a reason, although she knows nothing about it. I'm going to train
you to be the perfect husband/slave for Cherri, and in fact, I'm going to
give you to her as a present. For now, however, satisfy yourself with the
fact that you are my slaveboy."
While my mind was digesting this, Jennifer started soaking my hair with what
I thought was water, but turned out to be hair dye. I was unable to resist
her, and was entirely frustrated at how this 5' 100# woman was changing my
life. All of my friends would give me the third degree over the change
in my hair and my lack of body hair would be hilarious I was sure to any
other women I attempted to make love with. Thinking of this, I began to
cry.
While the tears ran silently down my face, Jennifer finished dying my hair,
and made soothing, reassuring sounds. She told me not to worry, and that
Cherri would love her handiwork. After Jennifer finished drying my hair,
she forced me to lay back down on my back and put the handcuffs back on me.
It was beginning to get light outside, and Jennifer told me that she had a
couple of errands to run, and asked, facetiously, whether I minded her
borrowing my car. Like I had a choice in the matter! She took the keys and
waltzed out the door, humming to herself.
"At last!" I thought to myself. I was hoping that I would be able to escape
and bring an end to Jennifer's plan. All I was able to do, however, was get
myself turned partially on my side far enough to see my reflection in the
closet door. My hair was BRIGHT YELLOW and was about an inch long! I looked
ridiculous, especially with that gag in my mouth! By the time Jennifer
returned, I had given up on my futile escape plan and twisted myself back
onto my back in a valiant attempt to get comfortable. It didn't work.
Jennifer skipped back into the room, still humming to herself, and asked me
"So, how are you doing, slaveboy?" The way I raised my eyebrows communicated
much more than I could have, even if I hadn't had a gag in my mouth.
She came over to the futon, dug in a paper bag for something she had evidently
purchased while she was out, and pulled a small silver object out. I had no
idea what it might be, but it was a couple of inches around and about 1/4 of
an inch wide. It was not a full circle, but it was very close. The small
opening of the large loop had some type of clasp on it, along with a smaller
loop of silver metal. As I laid there, Jennifer leaned down over me, and
put the object on the end of my cock, just below the tip. I couldn't see
what she was doing, but it was pointless to fight her, so I just laid there.
I felt a slight pull, heard a small "snick", and then Jennifer stood back up.
She walked up to me, leaned over, and kissed me.
I looked down at my cock. It was some type of collar, and she had locked it
on. Inscribed on the outer circumference were the words: "Property of
Jennifer Lansom" When I looked up questioningly at Jennifer, she laughed,
reached into her bag again, bent down and fastened a bright red collar around
my neck.
- so begins the journey -
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