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Collected by Djian
Using Janet / Janet Bound
By SooprBRANE
As always, this is intended for adults interested in sexual situations
only. If you don't fall into that category - go do your homework or
leave this to those of us who can appreciate this kind of thing!
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Janet could not believe her luck. She had bagged the "big one" This woman
been coming into Janet's' high scale strip club for over 2 weeks now, throwing
around hundred dollar bills like they were ones. Janet, of course, had made a
consistent effort to be the first one at her table whenever she came in. Her
perfect body had been an obvious source of pleasure for her and she had doled
out at least six thousand dollars in the last week alone. The best part about
it was she never asked for anything beyond her normal table dances. Janet
actually found lesbians to be very repulsive, but she was more than willing to
play the part for large sums of cash. Some of the other girls had made efforts
to catch her eye, but if Janet had been unpopular before she had started
showing up, her very overt attentions to her made the other dancers positively
hate Janet now. The fact that a few of the very attractive women who danced
with Janet were also lesbian, yet could make no headway with this lone rich
woman only made them angrier. When she had asked if Janet had the next couple
of days off, Janet knew she had hit the gold mine. She overpaid for a private
booth dance, and Janet thought that was all she was going to do. But Janet got
to back to the room and the woman just wanted to talk to her. She asked her
questions about where she was from and if she had a boyfriend. Janet had
explained that she, like half of LA, was an actor and that she had no boyfriend
per say in town. She had been in Southern California for only a few months
after all. The woman asked if she wanted to be with her for the weekends as an
"escort" . Janet acted coy for a moment, until the woman explained that she
would give her twenty five thousand dollars for every day she would spend with
her. Her only answer then was
"When do you want me?" a bit greedily.
The woman handed her a wad of hundred dollar bills.
"That's five thousand dollars.. a sign of good faith. I need only one
promise…you cannot tell anyone else here about this. If you do than we will
never have another time together again. Understand?" That means not another
dime for you. I still want to be able to come in here, even if you are not
here, I would still like to be able to come to this place and not get swarmed
on by some money hungry strippers."
"That is absolutely no problem. When do you want me to meet you?" She said
again.
I am staying at the Carlton Ritz in downtown. I need you to dress as
conservatively as you can. I would prefer if you wear sunglasses and maybe a
hat. Is that okay if you meet me there?"
More dollar signs flashed in Janet's head. The Carlton Ritz!! The most
exclusive hotel in the city. And this woman was staying there for an extended
time!
"Do you have a wig…black or blonde hair?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a long black wig. Would you like me to wear it." She said, now
willing to do anything to get this woman.
"Please…make yourself as unsexy as possible..and unrecognizable, please…it is
just my paranoias. People in my business world do not know I am a lesbian and
I would prefer it to remain that way. "
The woman handed her a keycard for a hotel. "Here, this is the key to the
room, it is on the top floor and you will need to use it in the elevator to get
to that level. Please do not say anything to anyone and try not and let anyone
see you. I will be watching and if you are noticed too much I will ask you to
leave without any further compensation. Understand?"
Janet was to dazzled by the potential money to do anything but nod her head
affirmatively. "When do you want me there?" she asked.
"As soon as you can get off work and go change. I need an escort to an
intimate party with some of my friends that share my sexual orientation. I
will have to brief you on a couple of things before hand so the sooner the
better. Okay?"
"Well it 2:00 now" Janet began. "I can leave immediately, go home, change into
the dowdiest outfit I have and be there by 4 or so. Is that okay?"
The woman gave a slight smile
"Perfect. The party starts at about 7:00.
I am going to get you an outfit for this evening. I have tape measure, could I
take some measurements?"
Janet nodded her head rapidly. "Of course..you have paid enough for that." She
said with a giggle.
The woman had a cloth measuring tape in her purse and began measuring Janet's'
perfect body. 35 inch hips, 21 inch waist, 38 inch bust. She measured her
arms and legs. Even her feet for shows. Strangely she also measured the
diameter of her head, and size of her hands and neck. What does this dyke
expect me to wear? Janet thought. But any trepidation evaporated when the
woman explained.
"Believe or or not we have tiaras and chokers we are expected to wear. This
is a costume ball and you will look great on my arm."
Janet was getting excited about this. A party she was getting paid an
outrageous sum to attend.
The woman got up to leave. "Don't forget, not a word to anyone.I swear I find
out you start talking about your good fortune then you go home with what you
have and nothing else. You also better not attract any attention coming into
my hotel. I guarantee I will be watching you as you come in."
Janet said. "You may see me, but you will not be able to recognize me at all.
I promise."
The woman then turned and walked rapidly out of the room.
Janet gathered together the money, and hotel key. Went back to her dressing
room and got her street cloths on rapidly. She found the boss of the place,
explained that she was not feeling well and leaving early. He glared at her,
but said nothing about it. Janet was well known for leaving early before her
days off. As Janet was leaving, she was surprised to see the woman buying more
table dances from other women. She did not even make eye contact with Janet as
she left.
By 4:00 Janet was unrecognizable to anyone that knew her before. She was
wearing a too large conservative gray business suit. A medium length black wig
with gray flecks in it covered her lusterous red hair. She had even padded out
the suit to make her appear heavier and older. Instead of a 22 year old
perfectly bodied stripper, she looked like a sunglass wearing boring 38 year
old librarian.
The woman saw her enter the hotel room and was very impressed. She had not
regognized her at all, except the woman noticed that Janet fumbled in the
elevator with the key card, being unfamilier with how it worked.
The woman had to resist running to the elevator to follow her up. She had her.
All the time and money was finally coming to a result.
The woman's hands shook as she opened the door to her $5,000 dollar a night
suite. Standing in the room was the object of her lust. She was still wearing
her outfit, and even close up, the woman was impressed, she still would not
have recognized her.
"Nice job so far. Who did you talk to about me."
"Not a soul. I promise.' Janet said rapidly. It was true. She had gone
straight home, changed and come here.
The woman stared at her long and hard, and finally seemed to relax.
"My name is Hillary." She said, extending her hand.
Janet shook her hand briefly.
"Okay Janet, please go get rid of all those cloths and meet me in the front
room. I want to put some things on you."
Janet left without saying a word, stripped rapidly, removed her wig, and
sunglasses and returned to the front room, completely naked.
Hillary was in the room with an open cedar chest. She looked up as Janet
walked into the room. Janet could see the lust overcome Hillary as she saw
Janet's' amazing form stride into the room.
Hillary pulled out an odd, ornate metal choker out of the cedar box.
"Come here and turn around. All the girls at tonight's even twill be wearing
chokers
Janet did not think the choker was even remotely attractive. It looked like a
medical device more then any sort of jewelry. But she obediently came over,
turned around and lifted her hair. Hillary's hands were trembling noticeably
as she pulled the choker around Janet's slender neck. It was all metal, with
small jewels that extended from the choker to spots on her neck. With a little
bit of struggling, Hillary was able to click the lock closed at the base of
Janet's neck.
"This is a little tight, Hillary" Janet said with more then a hint of
irritation in her voice.
Hillary chuckled with obvious delight. "Janet, once that choker locked on
your neck, your comfort just left your control."
Janet turned around with confusion. Hillary's voice had become hard and
mocking.
"What are you talking about" Janet said to Hillary. Hillary was a good 3
inches taller then Janet, but Janet still felt she could take the mousy girl if
push came to shove.
Suddenly a bolt of pain shot through Janet's throat. She felt like her whole
body was on fire. She dropped to he knees, unable to control her own body as
electricity coursed through her body from the choker. She was on her knees,
when the current stopped. Drool ran from her mouth and tears covered her
face.. She gasped for breath and looked up at Hillary looming over her. She
had a small remote control in her hand, finger poised over a button.
"Janet. You are no longer a free woman. I have studied you for a month. I
have always wanted a girl to play with. I wanted a girl that did not want to
play with me however. I have the money to buy any sort of submissive gay
woman. But to get a haughty, straight bitch as a plaything. I have wanted
that for years. You are the one for me."
Janet tried to claw at the choker around her neck. It was impossible to remove
with her strength. She could not damage it or affect it in any way.
"You bitch, you cannot get away with this." Janet hissed at Hillary.
"Oh cant I? No one knows you are here. No one saw you come into this room.
I have another surprise for you too, " Hillary reached up and pulled off a
wig of mousy brown locks. Underneath was closely cropped blonde hair. Hillary
removed a prostetic nose and the glasses she always had on. "You see. No one
at the club has seen the real me before either. The car I drove was bought
from a friend of mine at a chop shop. I have no connection at all to your work
or to you."
Janet was getting very worried now. Some twisted lesbian was going to keep her
against her will?
Janet tried to leap at Hillary. Before she got there, the choker sprang to
life again. This time tightening up with brutal efficiency. Janet could not
breathe at all! She dropped back to the ground clawing helpless at the choicer
as it closed millimeter by millimeter. Janet could see the world closing in on
her. Just as she thought she was going to die the choker loosed to its former
still snug dimensions.
Janet was on her hands and knees gasping for breath. Hillary put a knee in the
small of Janet's back and forced her to the floor. She looped the control
device for the choker around her own neck for easy access then put her mouth
close to Janet's ear.
"You are mine bitch. I am going to bind you in the most brutal and stringent
ways imaginable. I am gong to use your body as a toy. And you can do nothing
to stop me. I am never going to release you or let up on you. I want you to
realize that in about 5 minutes you are never going to be free again. Now put
those hands behind your back please."
'Fuck you, dyke" Was Janet's rather foolish reply.
Hillary simple reached to the choker remote control and gave Janet a 3-second
shock.
Janet bucked and moaned in horrible agony.
"Hands behind your back please Janet" Hillary said patiently.
Janet actually paused for a second then reluctantly put her hands behind her.
She felt a leather belt being looped around her upper arms and tightened
roughly. Her elbows were now touching behind her back. Janet yelped out in
pain as the belt was buckled there.
"You fucking cunt" Janet said between gritted teeth.
"Temper now Janet." Hillary said. Hillary put a small rubber ball in Janet's
right palm.
"Do me a favor and squeeze this ball tightly please." Hillary said. Janet
complied with this seemingly innocent request.
Janet felt something being forced over her right hand with the ball in it.
"Have you ever done any bondage Janet?" Hillary asked.
"No, Bitch, I don't do this sick stuff." Janet replied.
"Well then I better explain what I am putting on you. They are called
'thumbless mittens'. They are made of calf skin leather and their name
explains what they are. When I put your hands in these, your fingers are
forced into tight fists, that you cannot open. You would be surprised how
helpless this makes you. Without your fingers you cannot work anything. These
lock on with a key I have."
The mittens were incredibly tight over her hand and the ball. Once placed on
she could not move her fingers even slightly. The ball in her palm prevented
her from closing her hands at all. Janet moaned softly with fear in spite of
herself. She heard a lock click as the mitten was sealed on.
A second rubber ball was placed into Janet's left hand and her fingers pushed
around it. Another tight mitten was slipped and locked on. Her hands were
bound in leather and rubber. Hillary was having a tough time keeping steady
she was so excited by the sight.
"Janet, as much as I love talking with you, I just cant risk the neighbors
hearing us. I assume that even a bondage neophyte like yourself knows what a
gag is?"