caps over my hair, then wrapping it round and round, over the crown and under my chin, with the satiny stuff until my mouth was clamped shut by the pressure. More tape went around the back of my head and neck, then over the fron again, until only my eyes and nose were visible and my neck was arched and collared into a severe upright position, chin up and head back.

Next they moved down to my torso, folding my arms up into the small of my back, bending them until my hands were touching my shoulder blades, then securing them in that painful position with more and more yards of sticky white. But to my chagrin, as they passed the tape around to my front, looping it round and around me, they were careful to leave my bountiful breasts uncovered. The poor things stood out against the white background like peaches on a plate!

"Only two rolls left, Girls," Claire grunted as she snugged the tape tighter around my back and smoothed the ends down, "Let's use it wisely now."

The next roll went around my middle, compressing and confining it like a corset, until my breath came in short gasps and I felt as if I were being cut in two. They saved the last roll for my calves and feet, arching the insteps downwards and securing them with the tape until only my toes were bare. The tape rose to about halfway up my shins, each one wrapped separately, like a bizarre pair of boots, forcing my feet downwards. As the laughing lesbians pulled me to my feet, I quickly discovered that I could only walk on tip-toe!

I simply can't tell you how awful I felt in this plight, knowing how I must look. I mean, from the waist up, I resembled some sexy, armless mummy: my pretty face held high, my waist cinched in, arms pulled tightly into my back by yards and yards of the tight, smooth, white, deceptively strong ribbon, while my shamefully bare breasts flaunted themselves against the white background, swaying and jiggling as I turned this way and that. And below the waist, it was even worse! Completely nude down there, I could see my long shapely legs flashing in the sunlight as I scampered about on forced tip-toe, and I knew that my naughty pussy and luscious pink bottom were humiliatingly displayed for anyone who cared to look.

And did those girls ever care to look! I thought the three of them were going to split their pants laughing at the sight of me this way, mincing helplessly about in the woods, a bound, feminine, curvaceous study in milky white and peach pink.

"Listen up now, Girls," Mavis finally got herself under control, "I know it's fun just looking at our little Patty, but we really must get started if we want to make our destination this afternoon."

"Just where is this we're going?" Claire asked, shouldering a pack, "You said it was some kind of cabin, didn't you?"

"Oh no," Mavis replied, "It's much more than that. It's an actual Mansion, more than a hundred years old, but deserted, I think, for the last thirty years or so. It was the center of a large estate at one time, but now even the dirt roads that used to lead to it have fallen into disrepair and all the land is overgrown with woods."

"But won't it be all rotted and mouldy?" Sylvia asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Not this place," Mavis said confidently, "I was there a year ago, and it was still in remarkably good repair. It's one of those places built of solid block and heavy oak with layers and layers of paint and varnish. I rather expect that someone will refurbish it someday, but for the nonce, it makes an ideal layover for us. Dry, comfortable, and only a couple of miles from the highway where we catch the bus tomorrow. Let's go!"

As we set off, Mavis leading the way, me scampering behind her, and the tittering Claire and Sylvia following me, I tried to clear my head and think. I knew now that Mavis must have planned this whole thing, right from the start. Somehow, she must have known of my sexual fantasy about women losing their clothes and decided to use it against me this way. Well it sure had worked, I reflected as I swished along the trail, my ass switching from side to side with each step while my massive breasts jiggled in counter-rhythm. I'd never been more embarassed in my life! And I knew that I wasn't out of this yet by any means. Tomorrow, when we reached the highway to catch the bus back to the city, I was still going to need clothes, and I'd better make sure these girls felt like giving me some! Once back in the City, of course, things would be quite different. I still had the power of promotional life and death over Mavis's book, and once I was back in the driver's seat, I intended to make full use of it. If Mavis didn't want to see all her promotional tours cancelled and her precious book pedalled out to no-name distributors, she was going to have to dance to my tune, and I already had some juicy plans for her.

But that would all be tomorrow and the day after, I reminded myself. For now, I had to convince them that my spirit was broken, that I was a willing feminized slave to whatever these lezzies had planned. Then, once I was back in my office....

So I minced along the trail with as much spirit

as I could muster, and when we stopped for Lunch and

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