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This was posted a couple of days ago using the anon service.  However
between the 30 line limit and the net lag it got chopped up pretty bad.
Here is part 1.  No part 2 is not done yet....soon....I hope

Dedicated to Karen with my love...

     Karen and I have been dating for about 5 months.  Although
we are both seniors we did not meet until this year.  She decided
to switch dorms and ended up on my floor.  She was lucky enough
to get room #367.  This room was one of the two singles on the
floor with a private bathroom.  Privacy is a pretty rare thing in
a college dormitory and she was envied a little by the other
women in her wing.  We took advantage of her single and spent a
lot of time together there.  Karen was a very difficult person
for me to figure out.  I am a psychology major and can usually
use what I have learned to figure out people pretty accurately.
She was different, she seemed almost naive, yet the more I
learned about her, the more complicated she became.  She used he
innocence, not in a manipulating manner, but in a way so that
people who knew her were always a little off balance.  Everybody
on the floor knew we were seeing each other, hell I slept in her
room at least 3 nights a week.  Our floor was like a soap opera
with summaries of the current happenings at every meal.  However
no one else knew the extent of our relationship.  Karen liked to
be in control, she could slowly coax people so that she would get
her way, especially with me.  I would do just about anything for
her, and she knew that.  She did not want her control over me to
be psychological only, she wanted total control.  Hidden away in
the back of her closet she had a small collection of belts,
ropes, bandannas, and a pair of handcuffs.  Her physical
domination started out a little at time, playfully blindfolding
me, handcuffing me to the frame of her bed and tickling me.
After a couple of night it quickly got more serious.  It wasn't
unusual to find me lying on the floor, naked, blindfolded, and
hog-tied.  She liked to choose positions where I was as helpless
and immobile as possible.  She didn't like me to leave stains all
over her immaculately clean room so ejaculating was a no no.  Not
that I could of had I wanted to, Karen loved to tease me to the
brink of orgasm and just leave me hanging there.  Usually she
would put on something sexy (or maybe nothing at all) and just
describe her most erotic fantasies to me.  Karen was always so
close, yet just out of my reach.  I remember one night when she
tied my wrists to my ankles and left me sitting there as she went
into the bathroom.  I could have escaped but I would have looked
very silly crawling down the hall, naked, and bound.  Karen
stayed in the bathroom for about half an hour.  I knew she was
just teasing me, keeping me waiting and wanting.  Finally she
returned, making quite an appearance.  She was wearing a tight
black leather miniskirt, a tight black top, lace stockings that
showed off he long legs, and high black heels.  She didn't have
to do a thing, not a word, not a touch, I was in her power and
she knew it.  She always made sure that my hands were secure and
unable to satisfy myself.  Some nights she would continue this
for hours.  It was incredibly frustrating, but very arousing.
Often as soon as she released me I quickly returned to my room
and masturbated to release hours of sexual frustration.

     In the middle of February she told me that she would being
going out to the west coast next month over Spring Break to look
at some schools she was interested in attending for grad school.
She asked me to go with her.  There was no way I was going to
pass this up.  I loved the thought of being alone with her for a
whole week.  As long as she had a single we could play anytime we
wanted, but there was something exciting about just the two of us
being away from the floor and everyone else we knew.

     The next month went by very quickly, pretty soon we were at
the airport ready to take off.  She whispered to me that she had
her bags of toys.  She later told me that she didn't bring the
handcuffs.  Setting off the metal detector in from of her parents
with handcuffs would raise a lot of questions.  Once we were up
in the air I felt a sense of freedom, we were finally away from
it all.  We thought about going into one of the bathrooms for a
while but decided to wait until we got to the hotel.  Late that
night we landed in San Francisco.  We picked up the rental car
and drove about 30 minutes to the hotel.  At this point we were
both very tired and decided to go to bed.  She said she had
plenty is store for me tomorrow.

     I woke up the next day at around 9:30.  Karen was already up
unpacking her luggage.  She had laid out her days wardrobe on the
other bed.  It consisted of a low cut black blouse, a frilly
bright red skirt, and my favorite black stockings.  I commented
that the outfit was a little sleazy.  She just gave me a sinister
laugh and went in to take her shower.  I took advantage of this
to get an extra half hour of sleep.  When she got out I crawled
out of bed and took my shower.  After drying off I came out of
the bathroom I saw Karen wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.  I was
really disappointed, thinking I would get to see her in a very
sexy outfit all day.  To my surprise she said "Guess what you are
wearing today!"  I looked and saw the blouse and shirt still
neatly folded on the bed.  I was very hesitant and first but she
can be very persuasive.  First she put a cock ring around me,
"had to sneak some metal on the plane" she said.  She had a pair
of new red silk panties "just for you".  If only I had a 28 inch
waist I thought as I put them on, my erect penis made it even
tougher.  Next came the lace stockings.  I'm surprised they
didn't rip when I tried to fit them on my 6'5" frame.  She put
small clips with weight on each of my nipples.  It didn't
stimulate me too much, just pulled a little.  Next came the bra
(black of course) with quite a bit of padding.  After I put on
the blouse and the skirt she announced it was time to "make me
look like a woman"  Using a comb and gel she "puffed" up my short
hair, making it look as feminine as she could.  She took out her
makeup and started applying it to my face.  The mirror was behind
me so I couldn't see what she was doing.  She took about 20
minutes on my face.  I wondered if she had to go through all this
trouble herself every morning.  I started to get suspicious of
her actions.  Usually she does not go to all this trouble to
enact a scene.  I prayed she wouldn't make me leave the hotel
room looking like this, she knew better than to embarrass me like
that, so I thought.  When she finished with my makeup she turned
me around.  I was amazed I could almost pass myself off as a
women.  If I wasn't so tall and had longer hair I probably could.
"Its time to take a walk" she announced.  I was wearing makeup, a
padded bra and a skirt and she was making me go outside.
Fortunately the shoes she gave me were pretty comfortable, I was
expecting a high pair of heels.  Karen took me out a side exit
so I didn't have to parade myself in front off the main desk.  As
we got out in the sunlight I was embarrassed at first.  My one
consolation was that no within 800 miles beside Karen knew me,
hopefully she won't take any pictures.  We walked along the bay,
fortunately there were very few people around.  I tried not to
make eye contact with the few people who did walk by us.  I was
very glad the skirt she had me wear was frilly, there was no way
a miniskirt could hide my hard-on.  Walking along I got a couple
of stares and a whistle.  After an hour or so she took me back to
the hotel where she ordered me to undress.  I felt good to be
back in the privacy of our room.  While we were gone the maid
came by.  I laid down, naked, on the freshly made bed.  Before I
had a chance to masturbate she sat down on me and tied my hands
to the bedposts.  Kissing me she said she would return later.

To be continued [after finals :-) ]

                    Conway Yee, N2JWQ
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