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Date: Mon,  9 Oct 1995 01:17:23 UTC
Subject: Celestial Competition Winner "The Locksmith"
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       Those who read Celestial Reviews may know that over the last couple
of weeks Celeste has run a competition based around the premise of a
Locksmith called to release someone from a pair of handcuffs. 
        I entered and on Saturday Celeste declared my story the winner by
a narrow margin. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know
what you think of it

	Stephanie

                        The Locksmith by Stephanie

	In my line of work, you come across loads of unusual situations.
Of course, you quickly learn not to get involved. I just wished I'd
followed my head and not my heart on that day.

	I've been in the locksmith trade now for about twelve years and
my business, while not massively successful, more than pays the bills.
I was returning from fitting a new set of locks to a house when I got the
phone call that would drag me into very bizarre situation.

	I pulled into the side of the road and answered my mobile phone.
"Michael Cox, locksmith. How can I help you?"

	"Oh! Thank God." Said a frantic female voice on the other end of
the line. "My friend has been handcuffed and we can't find the key. Can
you help us?"

	I had to struggle to keep the broad smile I had out of my voice
as I replied, "Certainly. If you give me your address, I'll be around
immediately." She quickly gave it to me and I told her I'd be around in
about fifteen minutes.

	She had obviously handcuffed her lover and then lost the keys.
I've had a few similar cases in the years I'd been doing the job. I had
learned that you have to act totally professional, however ludicrous the
situation looks to you.

	Soon, I was at the address she had given, it was a fairly
exclusive neighborhood. Stands to reason, I thought, rich people seem to
go in for the kinky stuff. I parked the van outside the house, picked up
my tools and a good bolt cutter and headed up the drive.

	Before I could even reach the front door, it opened to reveal a
worried looking woman. "Are you the locksmith?" She asked. I had barely
time to say yes before she ushered me into the hallway. She was dressed
in a smart business suit and she was immaculately made up. I thought she
must be in her mid-thirties and she was stunningly beautiful, but there
seemed to be a hint of steel behind that face.

	"Where is your friend, ma'am?" I asked her.

	"Oh, through here. Please, call me Susan."

	I followed her to the back of the house to a fair sized dining
room. It had been decorated in a mock medieval style and had some wooden
beams rising from the floor, pretending to support the roof. It was to
one of these beams that Susan's friend had been handcuffed.

	I got a big surprise when I saw Susan's friend. I had been
expecting some over-weight balding man in his forties, not the pretty
girl in her twenties. She looked very embarrassed and was blushing
furiously and it was not hard to see why.

	She was dressed like a whore. She had knee length black boots
with six inch high heels on. Above the knee I could see black fishnet
stockings, the tops of which I could easily see under the tight, short
leather skirt. Above the waist was a tight, shiny blouse, which did
nothing to hide the swell of her magnificent bosom. Her face had a layer
of heavy make-up on.

	"Don't worry Trixie, Mr Cox is a locksmith. He'll soon have you
out of there." Susan said to the girl.

	Trixie? I put down the bag and got the bolt cutters out. What had
these two been up to?

	Susan saw the cutters and said, "Isn't there any other way to get
them off? They used to belong to my father and I'd rather not have them
damaged if you can help it."

	I walked behind Trixie and examined the handcuffs. I tried to
ignore the heady scent of Trixie's perfume, but I could feel myself
reacting. "Well, I could pick the lock. It shouldn't take me longer than
ten minutes or so."

	"Excellent, look I have to go now, or I'll miss my meeting.
Trixie'll will pay you, won't you Trixie?" She gave Trixie a strange
little look until Trixie nodded and then she was out the door in an
instant.

	Now that was odd behavior, I was obviously missing something
here. I got some tools out and started work on the handcuffs. "I'll have
you out in a minute, don't you worry."

	Trixie nodded, but remained silent. I hate silences and had to
say something to fill it. "So, how did you get in this situation?"

	She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "she was just
showing me how they worked." She spoke in a very quiet voice, that was
surprisingly deep and husky.

	I decided to drop the subject, she was obviously deeply
embarrassed by events. A few minutes later I managed to open one half of
the handcuffs so she was free of the beam.

	"Why don't you sit at the table while I work on the other cuff?"

	She nodded and walked fairly unsteadily over to the table, either
she had been handcuffed to the beam for quite a while or she wasn't use
to the high heeled boots. I sat across from her and set to work on the
remaining handcuff.

	I was getting really turned on by this point and was glad the
table was hiding the obvious bulge in my pants. My mind kept drifting
back to the idea of making love to Trixie, massaging her breasts and then
pulling off her tight skirt to reveal her pussy, wet and ready. With
these thoughts running through my head, I found it hard to concentrate
and it took me a while longer to undo the cuff.

	Finally I managed it and she rubbed her wrists. "There you are,
now that didn't take too long did it, miss?"

	I watched her face and saw she was deep in worried thought, she
was biting her red lipsticked lip as she did so. She reached a decision
and said to me, "I don't have any money. But there is another way I can
repay you." I knew exactly what she meant as she walked around the table
to me. I should have been alerted by the worried look on her face, but
I was concentrating on one thing, this beautiful girl was offering her
body to me.

	I turned the chair around from the table and her eyes fixed on
the tent in my pants. She leaned over me and our lips touched, her kiss
was strong and powerful, yet hesitant in some way. In retrospect its
obvious Trixie was being coerced into this, but all I could think about
at the time was getting between her legs. Her hand dropped to my cock
and rubbed it through my pants. I broke the kiss and said "Suck me."

	I stayed in the chair as she dropped to her knees and unzipped
my pants with her shaking hands. She drew my cock out and she seemed
shocked by its size, though to be honest it's no bigger than average.

	Trixie's mouth descended to my cock achingly slowly, but she
soon had her red lips around its head. Slowly at first she started to
move her head up and down my pole licking its head every so often. She
was obviously a novice to cocksucking, but she was doing well enough to
bring me to orgasm. She teased me to a frenzy until I could stand no
more.

	I pulled her head off my cock and laid her on the floor. I've
always been an oral man and my favorite position has always been 69ing
with my girlfriends. I laid down beside Trixie with my cock next to her
face and undid her skirt. I pulled it off and looked at her crotch not
believing what I saw. She had a pair of lacy white panties on, stretched
to near breaking point by an erect cock. I pulled down her, I mean his,
panties and his cock popped free. If anything it was bigger than mine!

	"I'm sorry," Said Trixie, his face deep red with embarrassment.

	I looked at him, "Don't be." I said and then I kissed his cock
and sucked it into my mouth. I hadn't done anything like this since the
usual exploration most boys go through at adolescence. Trixie had turned
me on so much that my inhibitions had gone, and anyway, this wasn't
really a man. Just a girl with a penis.

	I licked the hot, length of his cock. Running my tongue around
the bulbous head, which elicited a long moan from Trixie. I could smell
his male scent which was mixed with the perfume and I ran a hand along
his stocking clad thigh. My hand drifted to his balls which I gently
squeezed as I sucked his cock.

	I don't how long we were together like that, but I doubt it was
very long. Trixie was learning fast how to suck cock and I was using all
the techniques that women had used on me. I came first, spurting wads of
cum into his mouth. I continued to suck him, determined to return the
favor.

	Trixie's body tensed and I knew he was about to cum, just then I
heard a clicking noise and I opened my eyes to see what it was.

	IT WAS SUSAN! Leaning over me with a CAMERA! I pulled my mouth
away from Trixie's to protest, but I just succeeded in getting cum all
over my face as Trixie orgasmed.

	Susan laughed, took another quick snaps of my cum covered face,
then ran out into the hall locking the door behind her. The door was
solid and I didn't have a chance of breaking it down. I zipped myself up
and turned to Trixie, "What is she up to?" I demanded.

	"She gets her kicks from doing this." Said Trixie, making no
attempt to disguise his deep voice.

	I hammered on the door for several minutes, until finally Susan
opened the door. "Where is it?" I demanded.

	"Where's what, my little cocksucker." She replied sweetly.

	"THE CAMERA! Give it to me or I'll..."

	She could barely control her laughter, "or what. Make one move
against me and I'll scream rape." I backed down, she had me by the balls
and she knew it.

	"What do you want?" I asked sullenly.

	"Oh...I just want a little fun." She smiled, "now if you do what
I say, you'll have the negatives in your hand in just a few hours and
no-one need know of your little escapade."

	I had no choice, I realised she probably wouldn't give me the
film from the camera whatever I did. I just hoped she got sloppy and
hadn't hidden the camera well. "Just wait upstairs, second room on the
left. I just have to see to Trixie."

	I climbed the stairs wondering how I had got into this mess. That
mad woman could ruin me. The room I had been instructed to wait in was
almost certainly her bedroom, it was done out in pink frills and lace.

	About ten minutes later I heard Susan and 'Trixie' talking
downstairs, I couldn't make out what they were saying and soon the front
door opened and closed. Susan, climbed the stairs and smiled broadly at
me, she was enjoying this immensely.

	She said nothing, but went to a large wardrobe on the far side
of the room and began rummaging through the contents. She stopped once
to look at me critically before returning to the wardrobe. Finally she
announced, "This should do perfectly." She threw a black and white dress
on the bed, no, not exactly a dress, a maid's outfit.

	My befuddled mind finally put two and two together, she was going
to dress me up, just like 'Trixie' had been. "No way, I'm not doing
this!" I declared.

	"Oh, yes you are. I can easily track down where you live and have
hundreds of 'interesting' posters put up in your street. Do you want
that?" I stayed quiet. "I thought so. Right, strip to you underpants, its
time to get you ready."

	"But why?" I asked.

	"I'm hosting a little party tonight for some of my friends and
I need a maid to serve the dinner and drinks." She said in a matter of
fact manner.

	"Why me?" I asked in desperation. "What about Trixie?"

	"Trixie is a friend, I couldn't ask her to do a demeaning job
like that. Anyway, me and the girls find it fun to watch someone who is
forced to do it rather than someone who wants to do it. It makes it more
fun. Now stop moaning and get undressed, or your neighbors will be
seeing you in a new light tomorrow."

	I gave in and stripped down to my shorts. She took me to the
bathroom produced a razor and told me shave my face to get me as smooth
as possible. After I had finished she started rubbing shaving foam on to
my legs and she took the razor from me. I could only sit there as she
carefully shaved my legs as smooth as any womans.

	When she had finished, she led me back to the bedroom and gave me
some black satin panties and suspender belt. I just stared at them
dumbstruck until she told me to put them on. I just looked at her,
horrified. Susan sighed, then she took the suspender belt from my hands
and fastened it around my waist. It was a little tight. Then she pulled
down my shorts and held out the panties for me to step into. Covering my
manhood I did so and she pulled them up my smooth legs. The panties felt
very odd and not a little erotic, I was mortified to feel my cock
stirring and I tried to hide it from Susan. I doubt I succeeded.

	Next she pulled out some black fishnet stockings, identical to
the pair Trixie had worn. She slowly worked them up my legs, it felt so
strange to have my legs enclosed in the fabric. She noticed my half erect
cock and said, "That's it, get into the spirit of things and this will
all be much easier for you."

	Next she pulled out a lacy black bra and quickly strapped me
into it. It felt so odd, the way the straps pulled into my shoulder, the
strange feeling of my chest being held by the bra. She spent the next
few minutes padding out my bra with cotton wool, adjusting the cups until
she was happy.

	I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. She
saw the look on my face and said, "Don't worry, I've never failed to make
a good looking woman out of a man yet."

	Next came the maid's outfit itself. The short skirt raised by the
many layers of lace under it. She undid the back and I stepped hesitantly
into it. She pulled it up and I slid my arms into the short sleeves. It
had some form of corset built into it. She pulled it so tight I could
barely breath and then did it up.

	I looked back in the mirror and saw that the maid's dress had
moulded my body into a more feminine shape, my head was still obviously
mine and I hoped that she would work on that next so I would be totally
unrecognisable.

	Next she made me sit down by her dressing table and she produced
a huge variety of lipsticks, powders and paint. "This is the trickiest
bit," She told me. "I have to accentuate your feminine characteristics
while disguising your male ones."

	She worked on my face for the better part of an hour. I could
taste the lipstick and smell the make-up as it was applied. I must admit
I wanted to know what I'd end up looking like, though I couldn't believe
she'd make me look convincingly female.

	Then she put a wig on my head and brushed it into shape. It felt
very strange, and oddly exciting to feel curls against my cheek. I was
about to stand and look in the mirror, but Susan stopped me and made me
put on some shoes with six inch heels.

	She helped me to my feet, those shoes hurt! In the mirror was a
tall, but sexy woman dressed as a maid. I couldn't believe it, I looked
totally female. I felt my cock stir and pump erect in the confines of my
panties, under better circumstances this could have been fun. For the
first time since I was stuck in this mess I felt some hope, the chances
of me meeting anyone at the dinner party I knew were virtually nil. But
even if I did they wouldn't recognise me. If I kept my cool I'd get out
of this with my dignity intact.

	Susan got me to practise walking in the heels, she made me swing
my hips as I did so. Finally she stood me in front of the full length
mirror and got behind me. "That wasn't so bad was it." She said. "Just a
few more hours and I'll let you go. First, I'll remove that unlady-like
bulge." 

	With that she reached round and put her hand under my skirts. She
quickly pulled my cock free and started to massage it. I watched myself
in the mirror as she did so, I made a very strange, but arousing image.
I caught myself wandering what it would be like to be a woman, to have a
man possess and take me. I grasped my breasts and rubbed them, wondering
what it would be like to have real tits. I fantasised that I was being
brought to orgasm by a powerful man who was about to possess me with his
cock.

	She stopped just before I was about to cum and pushed me back on
to the bed. She climbed on top of me her face flushed with excitement. I
reached up to caress her but she pushed my hands away saying, "I'm in
control, just lay back and enjoy it." 

	Why not? I let my hands fall to my sides. Susan unbuttoned her
blouse and started rubbing her nipples through her silk bra. She smiled
down at me and then lifted my skirt, grabbing my hard cock. She gently
squeezed and rubbed it for a few moments until I begged her to fuck me.

	Susan hitched up her own skirt and slowly, teasingly lowered
herself on to my cock. She caressed one of my breasts and said, "Open
your legs my pretty little maid." She wanted to take the male role and
I was enjoying myself so much with this voracious woman I did as she
said.

	She started to thrust forcibly against me. I'd never been in
this position before, on my back with my legs wide. As she ground my
cock into her pussy I wondered what it would be like to be fully female
and filled up by a man. I was so taken up with this fantasy that I could
almost feel a cock gliding in and out of me. Susan had started moaning
passionately and I was doing my best to last as long as possible, but it
was a losing battle. She squealed in pleasure and gripped my false
breasts tightly as she had a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clamped my penis
tightly and I lost control and pumped my cum deep into her.

	After a few minutes recovering she leaned over me and said, 
"You're really developing a taste for this aren't you, my little sissy."
Susan cleaned me up and touched up my make-up, she was treating me almost
like a doll. Finally she told me to go downstairs, "We don't want to be
late getting ready for my little get together, do we?" she told me,
patting me on the ass as she did so.

	I followed her downstairs, I could do this I told myself. Just a
few hours of humiliation from some women and then I'll be able to get out
of here and forget the whole thing. Susan was smiling broadly, she had
obviously had tremendous fun with the day's activities. We went back to
the dining room, she started explaining that she would cook her dinner
and then I'd serve it and if I did it well, she would give me the film
and let me go.

	Without warning she whirled behind me and grabbed my left arm
*SNIK* and before I knew what was going on she got my other arm *SNIK*.
She had handcuffed me to the beam! She walked away from me with a
predatory look on her face.

	"What are you doing! I can't serve your dinner like this!"

	"I've changed my mind about the party. I'll just invite one
person instead of a group." She told me. This should have been good news,
the smaller amount of people who saw me like this the better. But I felt
worried, what was she up to now?

	"Who?" I asked her.

	Susan didn't answer, she just turned and meandered over to the
telephone in the corner. She picked up a notepad next to it, selected a
number and started to dial.

	"Are you the locksmith?" She asked in a worried tone. "Oh! Thank
God! My friend has been handcuffed and we don't have the key. Can you
help us?"

	She looked over to me and could barely keep herself from laughing
at my horrified expression.

The End


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