Tied and Taken - Sex Stories

Tied and Taken

... empire waist accentuated my 40C breasts. As the final step, I put on my wig and 5" strappy, black heels. I looked in the mirror and was somewhat aghast at the woman I had become. I liked the way I looked and hoped that the right man would too. It was only then that I realized that I had forgotten something special. Two days before, I had been in an adult shop and spotted a pair of handcuff earrings. I thought it would be awkward to bring the subject of bondage up with a man and felt that these might be the perfect way for him to bring the subject up. I put them on and loved the way they dangled about 2" from the lobes of my ears. I shivered at the prospect that I might be wearing real ones before the end of the evening. It was about 9:30 when I got to the club. Although I had become pretty adept at walking like a girl in my heels, I was happy to see an empty parking space not far from the front door. As I entered, I was glad to see that the place was pretty busy already. Nobody would notice another patron coming in the door. This was the first time that I had really been out in public as Larkin. I took a seat at an empty high top table near the dance floor. Promptly a server came over and asked if I would like a drink. To be somewhat daring, I ordered a "blow job". He simply smiled at me and left. I sat there sipping my drink and watching the couples dancing. My eyes made contact with those of a man sitting two tables down from mine. He nodded and smiled and I returned the ...

... gestures. I returned to watching the dancers when a hand presented itself in front of me. I looked up and it was the man that had smiled at me. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. He was a man of probably fifty five, 6'2" or so tall, athletic build and graying hair. I was caught off guard and almost declined his invitation. "Thank you," I said and took his hand. He led me to the dance floor. The song that the band was playing was sort of a slow, soft jazzy tune. It felt nice when he put his hand on the small of my back. He pulled me close but not too close. "My name is Jim," he said. "Hi, my name is Larkin. Thanks for the dance invitation." "Well, it is my pleasure and I love your red hair. You are very cute." It was then that I felt him pull me a little closer to himself. He did it with firmness and confidence. I didn't object. When the tune ended, he continued to hold me for a few seconds. He pulled his head back slightly and looked me in the eyes. "Oh, God," I thought. "Looking at me from this distance, he is bound to notice that I am not the girl he thought I was." If he did, he didn't let on. "May I join you at your table?" he asked. "Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Is this man really interested in me?" When we got to the table, he pulled my chair back for me and then seated himself. "Thank you for the dance," he said. "I hope we can have more." "I would like that," I replied somewhat coyly. He began by telling me a little about himself. He had sold his construction business ...