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The Businesswoman (A Lamb's Story)

As a taxi driver I get to meet some beautiful women, but Melissa is without doubt the most incredible looking person I've ever met. When I picked her up, I assumed she must be a model going to or from an assignment. She carried one of those make-up cases models use and seemed to be in a hurry, as they invariably are.

She sat in the front seat, which is unusual for a woman. Men sit in the front but women usually prefer the back. She was travelling a reasonable distance and after the initial idle chatter, she seemed to relax and become friendlier. She asked all the usual questions, how long had I been driving a cab, do I work long hours, what do my family think etc. The answers were 3 years, 60 hours a week, and no family.

Then she started asking more personal questions; I didn't mind answering them, since I knew I'd probably never see her again. As we approached her destination, she told me she occasionally needed an escort and would I consider helping her out if I had the time. Now I have to say, while I'm not bad looking in the right light, I was definitely not in this lady's class, but what would you have said? Naturally I said yes. I gave her my phone number and she paid the fare with a $10 tip. As I drove off I fantasized about her, but another street hail soon brought me back to reality and from then on the day went quite normally.

It was a couple of days later when she phoned, at first I didn't realise who it was. She had never told me her name; in fact I knew nothing at all about her. "I realise it's short notice, but would you like to come to dinner with me tomorrow night?" "I'd love to where and when?" "What's your address?" I gave it to her. "I'll pick you up at seven, wear a suit." She hung up before I could say another word.

I was ready about an hour early and kept changing ties and shirts, cleaning my shoes again, you know all those nervous things you do before a big date. Promptly at seven she rung the doorbell, I opened the door and was struck dumb by the sight. She was wearing a low cut tight red silk dress, quite short to show off her perfect legs. Her makeup was right out of Vogue and her long blonde hair was shining like it had just been waxed. She gave me a quick once over, said, "You'll do." Then turned and walked back to her car.

It was a new Mercedes, I still didn't know her occupation, but it definitely paid well. She drove us to one of the top restaurants in town and I began to wonder how I was going to pay for the meal. I needn't have worried though, because it turned out to be a private function and there was no bill. I had a good night and Melissa seemed pleased with the way I handled myself. She parked outside my house and gave me a head job, "As payment." she said.

I know it sounds ridiculous that a woman like that would do what she did, but she did it with such style it was as if she was eating an hors d'oeuvre. I admit it was great, but I had the feeling her heart wasn't in it. I soon reached climax and Melissa was ready for it, she caught my juices in a handkerchief as she finished me with her hand. Then she sat up, straightened her dress and said, "Goodnight, I'll call you." I got out of the car and she drove off. 'That's the last I'll see of her,' I thought, but I was wrong. 3 days later she called again, a cocktail party this time, and at the end of it the same thanks.

This went on for a month. Every few days a call, some party or dinner, every night the same farewell. It may seem impersonal to the average guy, but most people would give a years pay for a smile from this woman. I was absolutely besotted I stopped making arrangements with friends just in case she might call. I sat by the phone every night and if anyone rang, I fobbed them off saying I was expecting an important call.

By this time I would do anything she asked, so it didn't seem unreasonable when she rang and invited me to a party on the following Saturday. I asked what I should wear and she told me it didn't matter, "I've got your outfit all picked out for you, I'll pick you up at 6.00pm that should give us plenty of time. Oh by the way do you mind shaving your body and legs? It will look better."

"What for, is it a fancy dress party?" I asked.

"Look, if you'd rather not I'll understand, I can try and get someone else."

"No, I don't mind honestly." I almost shouted. The very thought of not seeing her even if I did have to shave first made me feel sick to the stomach. "Okay. I'll see you at 6." As always she hung up as soon as she'd finished what she had to say.

By 5 o'clock I was shaved and ready, though my hairless body felt very strange inside my clothes. I began to wonder what I knew about Melissa. I had no idea what she did for a living, every time I asked her she avoided answering. I didn't know if she was married, though I assumed not, I didn't even know her phone number. Well at least I would find out where she lived tonight.

I climbed into her Merc at 6 prompt, we had driven about a mile when she asked me to take a velvet bag out of the glove box. I was about 12" across with a drawstring at the top. "Would you mind very much putting that over your head and tying it, I know it's silly but I prefer not to let anyone know where I live. If I'm asking too much please say so, I can take you back home if you'd prefer it." Obviously you know what I did, the strange thing was all I could feel was relief that the winter nights were drawing in, and in the darkness no one would see me. Stupid really, how would they know me with a bag over my head?

Being a cabby, I had a reasonable idea of where we drove. It was one of the most exclusive areas in town. I wasn't surprised, judging from her clothes and car this girl was loaded. We drove into her garage and she pressed the door control before telling me to remove my hood. I followed her up to her apartment; you can imagine what it looked like. It oozed style and money.

After handing me a glass of wine, she disappeared into one of the other rooms, 10 minutes later she returned wearing a black silk dressing gown. All I could see was the white stocking, covering her shapely legs. She handed me 4 black leather collars about 2" wide. "These go on your wrists and above your elbows, you can go into that bedroom and undress while I get the rest of your outfit." I wanted to ask a hundred questions, but I didn't, instead I meekly followed her instructions.

She came in a few minutes later carrying a small suitcase. I was standing there wearing nothing but the arm straps, and with my hairless body I have never felt more naked in my life. Placing the case on the bed, she turned me away from her and took something out of the bag. She then passed a black leather corset round my body and began fastening the hooks at the rear. I wanted to protest, but decided I'd better not, I didn't want to upset her if I could help it. She came around the front and began lacing the garment tight. "What am I going as, a transvestite or something?" I laughed nervously. "You'll see." She replied.

As she reached the lower part of the laces I caught glimpses of a white lace corset holding up her stockings, my prick reacted immediately. "I'll fix that for you in a minute." She said clinically. "As soon as we fix these." With that she produced 4 tiny locks, she hooked 2 of them through the rings on the straps above my elbows, then locked them onto rings on the corset. I hadn't noticed them before, and as I examined the corset more closely, Melissa attached the remaining locks to my wrists and the bottom rings on the corset.

Although it didn't occur to me at the time, I was now totally helpless. I was unable to move my arms, but since I had no reason to do so, I didn't give it much thought. Melissa was as good as her word. She knelt down and sucked my erection to explosion. As I came my knees began to give way, and I had to sit on the edge of the bed as soon as she finished sucking. As always, she caught my juices in a handkerchief. After she wiped me clean I watched her walk from the room, my infatuation with her blinding me to my predicament. I sat on the bed for about 10 minutes and in all that time I can honestly say, I never noticed my immobility. I doubt if I would have cared even if I'd noticed.

When Melissa returned, I swear I have never seen anyone look more like an angel in my life. She was wearing a white silk blouse, A white leather mini skirt that gave small glimpses of the tops of her stockings. On her legs were knee length white boots, her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders as she moved and pale lipstick and white nail polish completed the effect.

When I was finally able to speak I said, "What are you going as, an angel?"

"What do you mean?"

"The fancy dress party, what's your outfit supposed to be? Who said it was fancy dress?" She asked innocently. As she spoke she took a pair of black fishnet stockings from a nearby drawer. She rolled them as she approached me and began pulling them onto my legs. I was so confused by her last statement, I could think of nothing to say and she had fastened the stockings to my corset and pushed 3" heeled shoes on my feet before I spoke again.

"Why am I dressed like this if it's not fancy dress?" She guided me to a stool at the dressing table and took something from the drawer before answering.

"You're my entry fee." Walking behind me she raised her hands, there was a momentary blackness as she placed a black leather hood over my head. There were two holes for my eyes, a slit under the nose and a hole for my mouth. Aligning these to here satisfaction, she secured the hood with the attached buckles, which she then locked into place. I could see the hood in the mirror, it was obviously expensive, and even had flaps to cover the ears. They were raised at present, presumably so I could hear her.

Next she forced something into my mouth and as I watched her in the mirror, she buckled it behind my head. I had seen these gags advertised, they were called penis gags and I now understood why. "I'll save the blindfold until we get to the car." More straps were fastened to my ankles and these were joined by a chain about 18" long. It would make walking very difficult, particularly in the high heels. She knelt in front of me and I could feel her hands on my, now limp, penis. When she stepped back I saw her handiwork. She had enclosed all but the tip of my cock in a leather sheath. Although it was tight it wasn't particularly uncomfortable. She produced yet another collar, which she placed around my neck then she took out a dog lead. I expected her to fasten it to my neck collar, but she clipped it to a ring on the sheath. Tugging the lead firmly she ordered, "Come along, we have a party to go to."