reached down as best I could with my hands cuffed and pulled the skimpy panties up over my hips, grateful that I had been facing the corner.

"There now!" Her smile was wider than ever as she gently took the ribbon trailing from my earring. "You look quite charming! And for cooperating so nicely, I feel you deserve a special treat, don't you?"

"W-Whatever you say, Mavis," I breathed, still trembling from the unexpectedness of all this, and still, I confess, not quite recovered from my embarassment at having been seen nearly naked by a fully-clothed female.

"Fine!"

She pulled me to her, and her lips surged over mine, even as her satin-clad body wriggled against me. Again and again she kissed me, on the lips, neck, ear lobes, eye lids, down my chest to my tingling nipples, her lips warm through the thin fabric of my tight T-shirt. Without my noticing, she had moved us over to a comfortable armchair and she now sat down in it, legs spread wide. Smiling seductively, she tugged downward on the ribbon, and my legs too shakey to resist I fell to my knees in front of her.

"Now for your treat!" She giggled.

With the grace of a ballerina, she crooked one leg over the ribbon, simultaneously throwing her heavy satin dress over my head, pulling me irresistably in towards her crotch. Overcome with passion, I leaned willingly forward, touching my lips to her moist womanhood, stroking my tongue over her vibrant love-button.....

For several minutes I knealt there, orally pleasuring this sexy goddess, and was at last rewarded by a gasp of pleasure as she spread her legs even wider and gently pushed my face even deeper into her.

"ungggh! Ohh! Yesss! YESSSS!" Her sounds of joy came vaguely through the layers of satin and nylon surrounding my head. Then, with a delicate shiver, she pushed me tenderly away and I emerged from under her skirts to see her smiling softly down at me.

"Well, Dearie?" She asked, "Did you enjoy your treat?"

"It was wonderful, Mavis," I sighed, my head only just beginning to clear. I noticed now that I had a raging hard-on, pressing urgently up against the black-lace panties I wore. "Um-er--" I struggled for a delicate way of putting my request, "Uh-now what about me?"

"Oh, you've had your treat, Dear One, "Mavis rose, still smiling with that hint of deviltry in her eyes, "remember, we agreed that your needs were to wait until we've been on our camping trip. Besides, you need to practice your voice and feminine mannerisms, and this seems as good a time as any," Rising, she tugged on the ribbon attatched to my earring, pulling me painfully to my feet. "Come-come Sweet; You're in no position to argue," She looked at me, cuffed, fullbreasted, smooth-skinned and clad in nothing but T-shirt and panties, and she giggled again, "And if you show progress tonight, I may

let you sample me again!"

Burning with frustration, miserably horny, I rose to my feet under Mavis' insistent tugging and allowed her to put high heels and stockings on me. It was galling, but she was right: I was in no position to argue, with my wrists bound like this. Besides, I told myself, this shabby treatment would make it that much sweeter for me when I pulled the trick I was planning.

So I obediently minced about, posed, and practiced speaking femininely for the rest of the evening.

Our weekly get-togethers soon became carbon-copies of that memorable night, with only minor variations as the weeks progressed. I would report to Mavis' apartment, where she would have me dress in some garment just large enough to keep me modest, then practice moving and talking like a woman while she took notes, made corrections, and studied the development of my breasts, which had grown up to

a 36-C, requiring me to wear loose, baggy clothing in order to conceal them. Fortunately, it was still Winter, so this presented no problem. Anyway, at some point during our evenings together, Mavis would always have me service her orally, and I did this eagerly and with growing skill so she assured me. In my mind, I kept telling myself that this was growing justification for the scheme I had developed. How rich it would be, to see this woman who had made a habit of using me sexually, stuck miles away from home without a stitch of clothing! And perhaps her girlfriends as well! just being there to see the looks of embarassment and alarm on their faces as they huddled together nude and begged me, the only one with any clothing left, to help them.... What a delight I had in store!

And so Winter gradually waned and the presses rolled, turning out copies of Mavis' book, which were crated up for shipment to distributors all over the country. Mavis set the date for our hike,

a modest two-day outing with a couple of her friends, and unless I returned afterwards and cancelled the promotion, the book would be released a day after we returned, and Mavis would be off on a whirlwind publicity tour.

It looked like things were working out perfectly for me. Then, the afternoon before we were to leave, Mavis called me over to her place for some last-minute "preparations".

"I wanted to go over the route with you, "She said, "As well as familiarize you with some of the supplies we shall be taking. Of course, I have readied and packed all your gear for you, but you should know what it contains."

I was sitting on the carpet in her living room, bound as usual, my hands in soft leather cuffs behind my back, my earring tied with a long ribbon to an arm of the sofa. I wore a pair of her dark silk panties and a matching belted shortie robe that protected my shapely breasts well enough but barely covered my hips. My body had been hairless and feminine for so long now that I was beginning to get quite used to it. So I sat there, my shapely legs demurely together, while Mavis painted my toenails and talked: