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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
I am walking back from the pub one night, it’s after kick out time and I’ve had a few but not too many that I’m not aware or don’t know my surroundings. It’s freezing so I decide to take the shortcut through the estate, not my usual route but it’s completely dead due to the time and weather.
I head down an ally, 3/4 down are some large wheelie bins. I quickly scope the long badly lit walkway. Either side has full walls from an old factory for the first half, then an old wire fence until the end. I head down quickening my pace as I’ve never liked this part of my journey home. I pass the wheelie bins and suddenly feel and big hand grab my upper arm. I turn sharply still in the holds of what feels like a giant but I can not see a face. Just a large wide figure in the shadow of the ally and bins.
“What do you want?” I ask half nervous half annoyed. No answer, I am just dragged towards him. I’m not weak but this guy was strong, even the aroma that surrounded him felt strong and in itself over powered me.
It feels like he pulls me through the fence but I soon realise there was a break in it.
“Let go of me right now” my protests are ignored and in my struggle to break free I haven’t even realised the waiting van. I see it just as I’m thrown into the side door. As I go to shout out his huge hand covers my mouth and pins me to the floor of the van. This alone has me helpless due to his strength as I he hooks cable ties around my wrists and I’m pulled right to the edge of the van. A cloth gag is tightly wrapped around my mouth and bag placed over my head. I hear the van door slam and moments later we’re in motion.
I presume around 25minutes later (but feels like years) the van stops, the door slides open and my ties are cut from the side but my wrists are still bound. He pulls me by my neck and wrists almost lifting me in the air. He walks me into the cold air, it’s very quiet here, no traffic and it feels like grass beneath my feet. His hand on my shoulder is so strong I dare not move. The little movements of his hand direct me. I feel stone beneath my feet now, then the creak of an old heavy door followed by a rush of warmth hitting my face through the bag. I am taken inside.
The man has not spoke a word and the place I am now in is still quiet but a dull quietness. I can hear the faint crack of a fire but I am led away from that. Another door opens. My wrists are cut free and rebound with a soft leather strap. This is quickly attached to something and hoisted above my head. The bag and gag are removed as I gasp for a big breath of air and the door is shut. |
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
10minutes later lights are flicked on and I see the room. No windows is my first observation. I see 2 doors, I can see the one I came from as it is a big old wooden one but as my eyes adjust I can see that the room is very modern. White, clean, almost clinical but not in a hospital sort of way. I see cupboards and what looks like a shower head on a garden hose. I look to my left and see a white roll top bath. The floor is tiled but warm. I can’t observe anymore as the second door opens and in step 2 Filipino ladies. Around 20 years old and tiny in build and stature. They can’t be more than 5’. They walk in and start busying themselves in the cupboards. Glancing at me but never making eye contact but whispering to each other.
They turn around with a pair of scissors each and head towards me. I start to struggle telling them to back off kicking my feet out. One has a control and presses a button which hoists me up more making it harder for me to kick out. I can’t kick too furiously as they have scissors. One holds my belt at the side and the other unbuckles my belt and trousers. They drop to the floor and they take my belongs out and into a tray. Next my boxers are easily slipped down from behind leaving me exposed as one sets straight onto cutting my t shirt and jumper away.
In less than 3 minutes I’m hanging by my wrists naked. They let me down so I am on my feet but arms still above my head. I watch one bringing items out of the cupboard and don’t realise the one behind me. She shackles soft leather cuffs around my ankles which keep me almost pinned to the floor. I have little movement but very little.
They grab the shower hose and come back towards me. She flicks it on spraying its powerful stream across the room flicking her hand in and out. I see the steam rise from it as she turns the pressure down a little and starts to drench me in the water. I squirm but in all honesty it felt nice. The warm/hot water and pressure were perfect. I keep asking what they are doing and what do they want from me but they have completely blank faces, almost like dolls or robots.
They wet my entire body including my hair then proceed to cover my hair and body in shower gel, shampoo and conditioner. I have to say, I stop protesting as the gel feels incredible on my skin and smells better than anything I have ever used, that’s not to mention their small but firm hands expertly massaging my head (from a step ladder) and washing my entire body. Their hands work my shoulders, back, chest, stomach, ass, thighs, legs, feet, and they take my cock in hand pulling back the foreskin and washing it. I start to get hard as their touch is just perfect. Before I can fully get there they stop and proceed to rinse me from head to toe, washing up and in every crease. |
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
I feel one of them applying what I think is more gel to my ass, it feels weird and then she touches my hole. I flinch forward and clench my cheeks. The other stands Infront of me, looks up at me and slowly takes my cock back in her hand, squeezing it gently, I relax. Then I feel a sudden probe and cold tube inserted into my ass. I cry out and try pull away but I am helpless.
I hear what sounds like a pump or generator being switched on, then a sudden gush of water fills my bowls and insides. It’s uncomfortable and something I have never experienced before - the insertion and the deep cleanse. I wriggle trying to get it out but she is holding it in me. The pump is switched off and my internal cleaning is over. She pulls the tube from me and water gushed out of me all over the floor.
One of the ladies starts to towel dry me and then uses a large hairdryer to dry my body while the other lady leaves the room and reappears with what I can only describe as a massage table. A comfy looking bed with a towel on. It is placed behind me , my ankles are re-shackled but more loosely and I am hoisted up again. I’m only a foot off the floor when the bed is pushed under me so I’m sat. Then the hoist is let down and I am slowly laid onto the bed. Still fully naked but clean and dry.
I see the ladies open the cupboard and roll out a white trolly. After some fiddling around they head towards me with the trolly. One is playing with the hoist making me comfortable, my arms now above my head but laying on the soft bed. I feel my ankle shackles tighten slightly, then my wrist shackles are tightened to the top of bed above my head. I look down to see the ladies mixing a paste or wax and before I can relaose what it is they have applied the mixture to my leg, smearing it all over my hair. It can’t be.
It is. The next thing I notice is the paper pulled out by the other lady, she applies it over the mixture and RIP! there goes my hair and there goes my voice. I scream at the top of my voice begging tjem to stop. I’ve never been waxed and it was one of the most painful things I had ever had done.
The next 30 minutes were so painful, tears filled my eyes but I kept them in to Save face. My legs were done. I had a chance to catch my breath, they gave me a sip of water and cared for me...until I felt the warm mixture on my stomach and chest. I’m not particularly hairy but they took every last hair in and on my body. Arm, shoulders, neck...then, my pubic area. I always kept the area above my penis well trimmed so this took some waxing, but the worst pain was yet to come. They lifted up my penis and applied the mixture to my balls. I have to say, this felt quite nice, but once that first paper got ripped off I screamed the place down. It felt like they were trying to pull them off!!
My whole front side is tingling and sore, I’m a bit dazed and don’t notice my feet shackles being attached to a similar hanging rope as that of my wrists. I’m then brought from my daze by being lifted in the air by my wrists and ankles, I Soon realise this so the ladies can spin me around. I’m so helpless and they do it so quickly that I’m laid back down but on my front this time. They waste no time in shackling my ankles and wrists back down and repeating the full body wax on the back of my body. One parts my cheeks and smears the mixture on my crack and Over my hole - the second time within an hour that I feel violated and then pain in that area as they strip me clean.
15minutes later and my body is completely hairless. I lay there catching my breath and dizzy. I hear running water and when I get my senses back I look over to see the roll top bath being filled and the ladies filling it with salts and other liquids. The water stops and the rattle of the track attached to my shackles starts once again. I am lifted off the bed which is quickly moved to one side. One of the ladies squats in front of me, her face inches from my smooth cock as she unlocks my ankle shackles. The track moves again pulling me towards the bath. My hands held above my head I am coaxed and have no choice but to step into the bath. The water is perfect, if not a little on the hot side but feels amazing against my sore skin. The salts make the water feel soft and as my shackles are lowered I naturally slip into the bath until I am chest deep. I relax as the ladies bring the trolley back over to me. They kneel either side and gently bath my body in the water, covering every inch and using their small soft hands to caress my skin. |
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
I am left to relax for 10minutes until my hands are pulled back above my head and I am forced to stand. The ladies waste no time in lathering up their hands and pouring creamy shower gel all over me as they start from calves and work up my body. Thighs and ass getting a firm wash to remove any remaining wax. One moves onto my cheeks, squeezing then slipping their hand between them. Her finger brushes over and around my hole, the top of her finger very very slightly slipping in to clean me. I flinch and try move forward but I am quickly distracted by the other who now has my smooth balls in her hand. She massages them expertly and grabs the base of my shaft with her other hand, it feels amazing and as I look at her face I can see she is truly beautiful, but with an overall cuteness. I can feel my cock start to swell as she moves her hands up my shaft, rubbing it and making more lather. She reaches the top, grips a little tighter and pulls down revealing me end. I can’t help but twitch and instantly swell in her. I can see a small smile on her face but she quickly removes it as she rubs her fingers around my ridges, washing every millimetre. Before I know it she has moved her hand back down my shaft and they both proceed to wash the rest of my body. I am then slowly dunked back into the bath and both set to giving me a deep cleansing facial and wash and condition my hair.
I am pulled back up yet again and rinsed off with a shower head before being pulled onto a soft mat where the ladies start to pat my dry with soft fluffy towels. Next they scoop thick white moisturiser into my whole body, repeating the process of my bath and again when they get to my cock I harden, this time even more. This time they have swapped sides as they rub my skin 5-6 times in each area to massage the moisturise deep into me and this motion on my shaft starts to get the blood really pumping. This lady is beautiful but a little less than the other, more prettt but I notice that even though her body is tiny her breasts are rather large, her small hand makes my cock look bigger than ever, but before I can get fully hard they move onto my stomach. I sigh with relief and disappointment as another 3 minutes on my cock and I’m sure they would have been the ones covered in thick white liquid.
My body feels incredible and having never shaved any part of my body but my face I am quite enjoying the new sensation. Looking at these 2 beautiful women wipe their hands I almost forget I am a prisoner. This panic sets in even more as my shackles start to move pulling me towards the other door. This automatically swings open and I start to scrabble and pull against the track. It’s no good and I am helpless dragged into the next room... |
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
The lights gently come on and I am in another white room, ultra modern but also comfortable. I look around the room and see it is a bedroom as my shackles pull me towards the bed. The ladies pull the sheets back and I am manipulated into lying into the bed. I have to say, this was very welcoming as I was exhausted and the sheets were simply Devine. The ladies pull the duvet over my chest and my shackles are lowered down so my hands rest on my lap. The lights dim and the next thing I know I’m fast asleep. I am woken by the ladies who serve and feed me fresh fruit and water. I feel like I’m dreaming and again forget I am shackled and imprisoned. I lie back and go to rub my eye, it’s then I remember my shackles and start to panic. “Where am I? Who are you? What do you want from me?” I desperately ask the ladies. They stay expressionless as I see one fixing me another drink. She walks over as the other gets on the bed next to me. She strokes my hair and brings a calming affect on me which I struggle to combat. I relax a little a take a sip of the tea from the other lady. Less than a minute later I feel my eyes get heavy and I am fighting to stay awake, but it’s no good.
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
Again I wake in a daze, my unfamiliar surrounds feel like a dream. I rub my eyes and focus. My shackles bring back my fear as I noticed I am on top of the sheets and not naked anymore. I get an instant fresh, slightly fruity but very elegant smell as soon wake properly and As my eyes adjust I see my feet, little while kitty heels . I double take and move my feet to look at them but it gets worse. I feel my body and notice I am wearing a mid blue with burnt orange flowers skater dress. I look around the room now frantic, as I do I feel hair whip across my face as the dirty blonde locks fall in front of my face. Just then the shackles are pulled up and I am forced off the bed to face a wall. A panel in the wall turns to reveal and mirror and there I see myself. The outfit as described, mid-long dirty blonde hair, sweetly tied at the top, natural make up and soft red lipstick. The dress covers my Male figure giving me hips and then I notice...a bust! Now I can feel the filled C cup bra pressed against my chest. My legs look really good but I am absolutely horrified at what has happened to me. And with not way out I start to sob. |
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By *achelTV OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Dubai |
“Well don’t you look good” a voice softly but dominantly says from the corner of the room
“no need to cry, you’ll spoil your make up” he says again.
I spin looking for him and can just make out a figure in the dark corner of the room.
“Who are you??? What do you want?? What have you done???” I say in a helpless voice.
“Why, I have made you beautiful, can you not see”
My shackles are twisted and I am facing the mirror again.
“No! This is disgusting and wrong” I say looking st myself. “Just let me go”.
“I’m afraid I can’t let a pretty girl like you go that easily” he says as I hear his footsteps slowly step from the shadows.
The lights dim as he walks so even as he approaches me from behind I cannot see him in the reflection. I can see his Silhouette, and although he is taller than me and a little bigger it is not the same man that grabbed me. My shackles have tighten above me and I am unable to turn as I feel his presence right behind me. His hand gently rests on my hip and grips it a little tighter. I am still wriggling to pull away but just this one touch almost makes me stop, his power and presence make me weak as I smell his cologne surround me and fill my nostrils. |
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