Crossing the Threshold--He can never go back

. . ."Rest a while sissy princess, you have a long day ahead of you," said Gabrielle. I must have dozed off, because someone, it turned out to be Daphne, was lightly shaking me and saying quietly, "Wake up dear, we've got to get a robe and shoes on you. Alexander is ready for you. Don't worry, we'll put your things in the dressing room next to where he's going to be working on you."

I wasn't worried a bit, until they tied my hands at my wrists, tightly behind me. That's right. After putting, a pink terry cloth robe around me and placing three-inch pumps on my feet they pulled my hands behind me and fastened some sort of bonds around my wrists. I'd thought they were merely dressing me and before I knew it, I was bound! Did I mention they gagged me also? That's correct. When I made the mistake of protesting the bindings, Gabrielle hushed me and grabbed the back of my hair, pulling my head back. She then pulled me further back by putting her other arm underneath and around my bound arms and bending me helplessly backwards over the massage table. This made it easy for Daphne to stuff a panty in my mouth and follow this up by pulling a scarf tightly between my lips. She tied this snugly behind my head.

Then I was led out of this room and down another hall through an open door into Alexander's private chambers. When we entered the room, he was primping in a mirror, which was in front of a salon style chair. He glanced back and smiled.

"Well, it appears Candice has been prepared for the rest of her makeover. Good! Ladies, I thank you and I assure you, that you will be properly rewarded. You may leave my paramour and me alone," he said, bowing at the waist and making a demonstrative gesture of goodbye, with his arm, to Gabrielle and Daphne.
"Have fun, kids" the women echoed as they closed the door.

Scared was not the word for what I was. I was petrified. I had a very good idea of what might be going on. One of those "unpleasant tasks" Patricia had spoke of, upon the recent night I had briefly shared her bed. I only wondered how unpleasant it might be.

Talk about feeling totally helpless. I was bound and gagged, perched on four-inch heels wearing nothing more then a terry cloth bathrobe. Besides being in a place called Salon Expertise, I had no earthly idea, what part of the salon I was in. I had been spun around so many times since I had gotten here that I couldn't have possibly found my way out. Then as luck would have it, the blatantly homosexual owner of the salon announced, "I'm going to remove your gag, so we can communicate more freely Candice. Please don't cry out. It will anger me greatly and will do you no good. This section of the salon is heavily insulated for sound and quite isolated from the rest of the facility and the outside. If you cry for help or attempt to escape, you will fail and you will be punished severely. I suggest you try your best to enjoy yourself while you are here."

He paused as I shook fearfully and whimpered like a scared virgin; which, in the sense he would soon use me, I certainly was. "Candice, do you promise to behave? Nod if you do and I'll remove your gag. I'll then help you sit down and we'll chat and get to know each other better, precious," he said, again staring through me with his piercing, green eyes.

Frightened, I nodded my head rapidly. Anything to get this gag off and at least talk my way out of this. He smiled as he removed the panty and scarf gag, and steered me to a vanity bench in front of a mirror. He sat me with my back to the mirror, then he took a seat in a chair next to me. Before he could say anything I spoke, in a weak, girlish, desperate, scared voice, "Please, sir, Mr. Alexander, please call Madame and Miss Patricia, so that they can take me home? Please, I want to leave and go home, this is all wrong."

"I'm terribly sorry Candice but that is not possible. You see, Madame and Patricia have left. They had haircuts and I believe that was it. They are probably shopping, having lunch, watching a movie, visiting or home, for all I know. I'm to call Anna Marie on her cell when we are done with you. Trust me we are far from finished dear," he said and I became more worried.

"Please don't hurt me sir. I'm very frightened," I begged.

"Of course I'm not going to hurt you Candice. No one is going to hurt you. This is all about you and me becoming closer. Very close, like boyfriend and girlfriend. So please, darling, call me Alex, or Alexander," he smiled.

I thought, to my horror, "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" Oh, no, it was just as I thought! Before I could say anything, he got up, and went over to a counter area in his private salon room and poured a cup of hot water to make tea. "Would you like cream?" He asked. I nodded, yes, as I didn't know what else to say.

He sat back down, next to me and put the cup up to my quivering lips, saying, "Relax my dear, please relax, sip this and you'll feel much, much better." His request was so nice; I sipped and then sipped again. The tea tasted wonderful and he was right, it did help relax me. All too late, I realized, it might be possible that I may have been drugged.

After I had drank at least half of the cup, he set the cup down, picked up a wash cloth and patted my face, brushing my hair back, and cooling my skin. Then he put the wash cloth down and kissed me directly on my lips. Then he said, "I plan on making love to you. Part of the training your mentors are giving you will include me becoming your suitor. Today will include some light kissing and fondling, followed by you performing oral sex on me. If you don't want me to give you a bad report, you'll do as I say."

I could have fainted! Perform oral sex? Great! I quickly struggled against my bonds and tried to stand up. He held me down. I pleaded with him, "Please don't make me do this? I'll do anything else. I'll pay you money, anything but that!"

He would not hear a word of it however; he only tried to make it easier on me. "If you would like, I'll keep you tied up. That way you can tell yourself you were forced, and that you were helpless to stop me. Besides that, you are going to do it Candice. Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit, I can assure you. I've been checked out, by a doctor, hired by Anna Marie, and I'm clean and disease free."

Small, consolation, I do agree, but it was something. As I whimpered he told me to hold still while he made me pretty. He took a comb and can of hair spray and fashioned a suitable style. Then he made up my face with full makeup. "A girl should feel pretty when she gives her first blow job," he chuckled as he stood me in front of the mirror.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got a pillow for me to kneel on, and he held me by the shoulders while he pushed me, kneeling, to the floor. He unfastened his belt and zipper, letting his pants fall to his ankles, before lowering his underwear to his thighs.

"You may, kiss, lick, suck, and tongue me, but no biting. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, and let's begin," he said, taking his rather large, semi-erect penis in his hand and rubbing it around my lips. Close my eyes? Oh, yes, definitely!

"Open your mouth, Candice, how you perform is important to everyone, including you. Start wetting me and sucking me. If you do well, the next task will be so much easier for you," he added.

I had no idea what my next task could be and could only guess; but I would bet even money it was going to include his penis and my rectum. Oh my gosh, how had I gotten into this so deeply? I decided, the quicker he was finished the faster I could get out of this mess. Besides, the tea had relaxed me enough, that I could close my eyes, and pretend I was Candice, who was being forced to do this.

As he had instructed, I took a good half of his penis in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. This elicited a nice groaning response from Alex and he grew larger almost instantly. He then encouraged me to greater heights, by taking hold of the back of my head, and pulled me towards him. All the while he bucked his hips and thrust his pelvis towards my face.

I must say that at this point I took some satisfaction that I was doing the job well, witnessed by Alexander's fully erect, very large penis, swelling in my mouth. I began to slurp and suck, even letting him out of my mouth for very brief periods of time, when I would then kiss all around it, and coo like a little bird.

He loved it! With his large member back in my mouth, his body suddenly stiffened, he swelled to untold proportions, and his sperm dam must have burst, filling my jaws with what seemed to be a huge quantity of semen. I tried pulling away, but he held my head firmly, saying, "Swallow some of it Candice. Every girl has to swallow a little bit. That's it young lady," he said as I gulped an ounce or two of that smelly, salty stuff.

Then he really got me by depositing the remainder in my eyes, on my face and in my hair. Some of it spurted from his pulsing member, the rest he rubbed onto me with the head of his cock. Laughing the entire time, he teased me about giving me "A Free, condition and facial."

Ever the gentleman, he brought over a wastebasket for me to spit out anything I had not swallowed. By this time, I was sobbing so he took me over to the love seat where he untied my bindings and held me close to him. "Let me call Gabrielle and Daphne in. They can comfort you while they give you a nice facial and prepare your hair for me to color, trim and style. Then, don't worry dear, I'll call Anna and she will come to take you home," he said, and I agreed with him.

I must have been in a daze, because when I did "come to" so to speak, Gabrielle was in the middle of giving me a facial scrub, before my green clay facial. It was a rather uncomfortable process, but she explained it would not only open my pores it would also remove dead skin. She then used a cooling jell on my face, before putting on my facial mask. I really felt silly, seated in the salon chair, looking into a large, vanity mirror, my face covered with green clay, a bright red, terry cloth turban wrapped tightly around my head.

After she had removed the green clay mask, Gabrielle then had Daphne take me over to a sink, sit me down and give me a shampoo, condition and cream rinse. While I was tilted back, letting the conditioner soak in, the telephone by Alex's desk rang. Gabrielle answered.

I heard her say, "Oh about 10 more minutes, Alex. Just a water rinse and cream rinse, is all that is left for us to do. Don't worry, she'll be all yours very soon."

As Daphne leaned me back further to rinse me off with water then lather up my cream rinse, Gabrielle walked over and said, "You are really very lucky Candice. Alex is crazy about you. Play your cards right and you could be a well taken care of young lady. He's really very, very wealthy, you know."

That was just wonderful! I was the main object of fascination and sexual attraction, for the blatantly gay owner of a beauty salon. A very nice full service salon, of course, and owned by a very rich man, but there was a catch. Had I been a woman, well, Alex was very handsome. Of course, if I were a woman he wouldn't have anything to do with me as a lover. As a sissified male, being forced to be feminine, well, I was just perfect, as far as he was concerned.

Alex was happy as a lark, when he returned and the ladies left us alone. He began by mixing my hair color. "I just spoke to both Anna and Patricia. They agree with me that Strawberry Blond is all the wrong color for you my dear. Your skin tone is not pale, it is ruddy. You need a hair color very near that of Gabrielle. We'll do it in a couple of steps. Brown today, and maybe I'll come to the house in a couple of weeks and you can go dark brown, maybe off black. We shall see," he said excitedly.
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