Exotic Tours

Exotic Tours

A man hires an exotic tours company to explore the city’s exotic sights and sounds but finds himself forced to endure humiliation, teasing and denial.

Author’s Name: pigdog (the_pigfarm@hotmail.com)

About the author: Pigdog (alias) is a minor writer of erotic fiction who liked to weave adventures of culture and eroticism into her stories.

Story codes: F+/m, m-self, cbt, exhibition, toys, voyeurism, D/s, bondage, real, slow, reluctant, mc, humiliation, blackmail, nc, serious.

Exotic Tours

The advertisement was simple enough. It said take an ‘Exotic Tour’ of the city and included the telephone number to call. What better way to spend an evening? In any event, it would be at least as interesting as sitting in the lounge at the hotel and I might get to meet some interesting people. I dialed the number.

“Exotic Tours.” The voice that answered the call sounded like it belonged to an older woman but nevertheless seemed pleasant and cheerful.

“Yes, I would like more information on your tour in your advertisement”, I replied.

“Of course. Who am I speaking to?”

“Bob.”

“Well, Bob. We offer one of the most exotic tours in the city. It is completely different from any other tours you may see advertised. In fact, what makes our tour exotic is that it is like a treasure hunt. As you complete each step, you get new instructions. You don’t know where you’ll be going next, but as long as you follow the instructions carefully you will have a good time.”

“That sounds interesting,” I replied. “When does the tour begin?”

After exchanging some details, I began to get excited about the tour.

“I will send a driver to pick you up at 7:00. You are to wait at a bus stop about 2 blocks from your hotel. Just ask for ‘Exotic Tours’ and introduce yourself. After you pay your fee, the driver will explain everything.”

“OK.”

“There is just one more thing to remember.”

“Yes. What’s that?”

“The driver will give you an envelope when you are picked up at the bus stop. It will contain some unusual instructions. It is very important for the success of your tour that you follow the instructions carefully.”

“I’ll be sure to read the instructions carefully.”

I was at the bus stop a few minutes early. There were a couple of other people waiting for the bus but they paid no attention to me. As promised, at exactly 7:00 a small, black car pulled up. The driver was a woman dressed in a shiny leather outfit who, from behind the wheel, enquired “Hello, are you Bob?”

“Yes, that’s me”, I replied. “Is this Exotic Tours?”

“Yes. Get in the back seat, please.”

I climbed into the car. The woman behind the wheel looked very sexy in her leather clothing. I could see she was wearing tall leather boots and a short leather skirt. Her leather jacket barely concealed her ample breasts. Each item of clothing had the look and sheen of exotic leather. I guessed that was in conformity with the theme of ‘Exotic Tours” and I began to wonder just what kind of tour I would have as I climbed into the back seat.

“Do you have your payment?” she enquired.

I quickly extracted my payment from my pocket and handed it over. As the driver checked my payment, I began to notice other details. Her long fingers finished in well manicured, polished nails. She wore leather wrist cuffs, the kind I had seen in exotic boutiques, and a thin leather collar around her neck. This was going to be an exotic tour, I thought, if the driver was any indication.

After quickly counting and stashing my payment in a bag lying on the front passenger seat, the driver withdrew an envelope and a black, plastic garbage bag.

“Read and follow the instructions in the envelope”, she said, handing the items to me. She then put the car into drive and merged into the traffic as we sped away from the bus stop.

I opened the envelope. I removed a page on which some instructions had been printed. I carefully read the instructions:

“Welcome to Exotic Tours. Your tour will begin by asking you to exchange your clothing for more exotic clothing you will wear for the rest of your tour. Place all of your clothes in the black plastic bag. Please remove ALL your clothes, including your underwear. Don’t worry about your clothes. We will keep your clothes safe during your tour and they will be returned to you at the end of the tour. Once you have finished, hand the bag to the driver in order to receive your next instructions”.

I looked up from the page. This was a very unusual request. Obviously, some sort of outfit, but what would replace my clothes? Now I was curious. The request seemed harmless enough. There was no reason to doubt that I would, in exchange for my clothes, be given my outfit for the tour. There was just one problem. Removing my clothes would leave me naked in the back seat of the car. Anyone who looked into the car would see a naked man, at least for a few minutes, until I got my tour outfit. I decided that a temporary embarrassment was a small risk to take.

Glancing at the traffic outside, I realized that other drivers paid no attention to the occupants of other vehicles as they concentrated on driving. I unbuttoned my shirt and managed to pull it off. I stuffed it into the black plastic bag. Next, I removed my shoes and socks and placed them also inside the bag. Next, I undid my trousers and, raising myself slightly from my seat, managed to pull them down around my knees. Pulling them off my ankles proved more challenging but after a few moments I managed to remove them and placed them with the other items of clothing in the bag.

Now I paused. Here I was, sitting in the back seat of a car on a busy street, dressed only in my underwear. Removing this last item would leave me totally naked. I remembered the instructions. I was to remove every article of clothing. I guessed that I wouldn’t get my next set of instructions until I had completed the first set. With another quick glance at the passing traffic and street scene, just to be sure no one was paying any attention, I hooked my thumbs in my last remaining item of clothing and removed it, placing it in the bag with the rest of my clothes.

I lifted the bag and tied off the open end. When the car came to a stop at the next intersection, I hoisted the bag into the front seat beside the driver and sat back waiting to receive my next instructions. The driver adjusted the bag on the seat but otherwise offered no further instructions. She had been glancing at me as I undressed but had made no further comment since we left the bus stop a few minutes ago. When the light changed, we continued driving through the evening traffic. Rather than start a conversation, I decided to wait for my next instructions.

I began to consider what sort of exotic tour I had taken. When would I be given my outfit to wear and what would it be? My mind began to wander to the sexily clad woman driving the car. She seemed to be unconcerned with the fact there was a naked man in the rear seat.

At the next set of lights, the driver pulled alongside another vehicle carrying several young women. One of the passengers in the other vehicle glanced over and noticed something odd. Here was a car with a man riding nude in the back seat. As she pointed it out to her friends, they all shifted to get a better look. There was little I could do other than stare straight ahead, hoping to avoid their inquisitive looks. However, the attention of several young women had the effect of causing my cock to begin to stiffen. Where was my outfit, I started to ask, but fell silent again.

Just beyond the next intersection, my driver suddenly pulled into a parking garage. After grabbing the ticket, the gate lifted and we entered. The driver ignored several open spots near the entrance and instead navigated between several rows of parked vehicles until we reached a level where there were few other vehicles. I was thankful to find a more isolated part of the garage. This was to avoid attracting attention, I thought, so that I could get dressed in whatever exotic outfit I was about to receive.

My driver pulled into an open spot and killed the engine. Without a word, she removed the keys and, grabbing the black bag containing my clothes, stepped out of the car. She went immediately to the rear trunk, opened it, and deposited the bag of clothes. Of course I could not see what she was doing but a moment later the lid was closed and the driver opened the door to the rear seat and climbed in beside me. In her hand she held a small bag, too small to contain a large item of clothing.

“Let’s get you dressed,” she said, using a rather authoritative tone. She pulled a leather strap from the small bag. “This is a neck strap,” she said, as if there was any confusion as to the nature of the item. “Lean forward.”

The leather strap featured a buckle and strap design with several rings inset into the leather on all sides. Finally, I thought, I’m getting something to wear, after having the humiliation of riding nude in the back seat of the car for several minutes. I leaned forward while my driver placed the strap snugly around my neck. This gave me my first chance to look at her legs and bosom. If the sight before me was any indication, this exotic tour would be one to remember. My cock once again began to stir as she made some final adjustments to the strap and I sat up in the seat.

“Next are the wrist straps,’ she announced and I held out my arms while she deftly attached the pair to my wrists. All this time she paid no attention to my growing erection, rather concentrating on the task at hand. As she attached the straps, I again reflected upon my predicament. I had voluntarily undressed for this woman and my clothes were now locked away. The only way to get to them would be to open the trunk of the car and, assuming that I could even get the keys, I would have to momentarily be exposed nude in the parking garage. I was certainly being prepared for some exotic adventure and thoughts of various possibilities began to play in my mind. Where was the rest of my outfit, I began to wonder, as my state of arousal steadily increased.

Next, my driver removed two short lengths of light chain from the small bag. Each end of both chains featured a spring clasp that she attached to a ring the wrist cuffs. Then the chains were looped through rings inset in my neck strap under my chin, with the clasps on both ends clipped to the rings in the wrist straps, making them impossible to read yet effectively securing my arms and pulling my wrists up to my neck.

“Good,” the driver confirmed. “Now lower your hands.” I tried to lower my arms but the short chain made it impossible for me to move my wrists more than about 6 inches. I began to realize just how vulnerable my condition was. This was going to be no ordinary exotic tour. With my wrists chained to my neck I now had no way to cover my genitals or prevent their manipulation in any way she wanted. I realized that I had naively allowed myself to be captured. I would now also be at the mercy of this exotic woman. And I didn’t even know her name!

“Let’s go,” my driver suddenly announced, after observing my futile efforts to free my arms from the short chains. Opening the door, she stepped out of the car. I realized that my exotic tour would now continue but rather than riding naked in the back seat, I would have the additional challenge of not being able to use my hands to cover my genitals.

My driver stood, expectantly holding the door open. “Get out,” she commanded. It was obvious she wanted me to leave the relative protection and comfort of the back seat of the car. I hesitated, not sure I had heard correctly. “Get out,” she repeated, more insistent this time. I shuffled sideways and stepped out of the car, not wanting to be left alone, naked and vulnerable in the car but equally hesitant to stand naked in the parking garage. As soon as I stood outside the car, my driver quickly thrust the door shut, pointed the remote door lock at the car and locked the doors. The car emitted at short ‘beep’ to indicate that the doors were indeed locked.

I looked around the garage and noted that there were only a few vehicles on this level. There were no other people around. At least for the moment, we had this parking level to ourselves.

“Follow me,” my driver instructed, and started off at a brisk pace toward the pedestrian exit. I stumbled along behind her, acutely conscious of my nakedness and unable to cover myself, occasionally stepping on small stones that hurt my feet but I managing to keep up. The exit was some distance from where we had parked. As we approached, the door suddenly opened and two women, well dressed in business suits, emerged, with one of them carrying a briefcase. I froze in my spot and desperately searched for somewhere to hide but there was nowhere to go!

My driver stopped to speak with the women by the exit door. Then, all three women turned to face me, as I stood there motionless, naked and unsure what to do. One of the women produced a camera and pointed it toward me. A bright flash suggested that she had taken a picture of me, as I stood there ready to flee. The photographer then checked the image on the camera and stepped toward me.

As she approached, I could see that she was smartly dressed in a business suit and heels. She came right up to me and without warning reached between my legs and grabbed my balls firmly in her right hand. Her unexpected actions caught me completely off guard.

“Look at me,” she said in a commanding voice, holding my balls in her hand.

She was about the same height as myself, but my knees had bent slightly when she grabbed my balls. I now straightened up and looked directly into her eyes. With her free hand, she reached into the pocket of her business suit and withdrew a short length of rope, looping it around my cock and balls and tightening the loop. She then threaded the remaining length of rope through a ring in my neck collar beneath my chin. When she then pulled on the rope, my genitals were pulled forward and upward toward my chin.

“Let’s go for a little tour,” she suggested, grasping the loose end of the rope and turning around. The rope acted as a sort of leash on my cock and balls, threaded through the neck strap ring. A brief tug on the rope alerted me to the fact I was to follow, my genitals thrust out in front of me as I struggled to walk with my back stiffened.

As we approached the exit stairwell, I realized that my driver was leaving me. She carried the briefcase that I had noticed before in the grip of the second businesswoman. As she departed, she grabbed my cock briefly, whispered, “Have a nice tour,” and began to briskly walk back in the direction of her car. It dawned on me that this was some sort of transaction, exchanging a naked man for whatever was in the briefcase. Another tug on the rope, however, returned my attention to my current predicament.

We entered the stairwell, and began to descend the first flight of stairs. When we reached the first landing, my new companions positioned me with my ass to the railing. The leash rope was threaded between my legs and, after tugging tightly on it, tied to the railing behind me. My cock and balls we lewdly presented in front of me, pulled upward by the rope through the ring on my neck strap before being tied off on the railing. The rope also pulled be slightly forward and prevented me from standing erect.

I tried to thrust forward against the rope but this simply had the effect of pulling my genitals upward toward my chin. Behind me was the railing, limiting my backward movement. I realized my movements were very restricted.

“We’ll wait here for you,” said the woman who had led me to this position. The other woman descended the stairwell. Then, facing me directly, she withdrew a bottle of clear liquid from a pocket in her business suit and held it up to my face. She made a show of depositing a handful of the liquid in the palm of her left hand. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she held the handful of liquid in front of my face before slowly dropping from view. Reaching under me she grasped my bulging balls and began to cover them with the clear liquid. Able to thrust neither forward nor backward, I was only able to slide from side to side as she began to gently but firmly massage the liquid into my balls.

I gasped and groaned as the woman gently massaged my balls. From her facial expressions I realized that she was testing me while she tormented my balls, apparently attempting to rub the oily liquid into every pore of my ball sac. Then, she started to tease me, with her fingertips gently rubbing and then pinching and pulling at my ball sack. Then she would enclose my balls in her hand, rubbing and massaging and then pulling on my balls, forcing me to thrust forward, before allowing my balls to slide between her fingers. She allowed her fingernails to scratch my balls, now completely at her mercy, before grasping the base of my scrotum between her fingers and allowing her thumb to rub my balls. Her manipulations were having quite the effect on my cock that was by now turgid and stiff but she gave it scant attention.

As I responded to her manipulations, groaning and gasping and desperately squiggling to escape her delicious torments, she whispered “So, you like that” and “Does that feel good?” as she applied each new technique and torment. I was developing a severe case of blue balls, as the woman continued her manipulations, sometimes gently pulling, sometimes sensuously massaging my balls, and clearly enjoying my reactions to her tormenting fingers. With each new torment, she seemed to be gauging my reaction, as if trying to decide which one elicited the most interesting response.

“Please…..don’t ……. please, please,” I mumbled, barely able to blurt out the words between gasps and groans. I felt like shouting for help but at the same time I was afraid to make much noise for fear of attracting attention. I was afraid of being caught in this compromising position on the stairwell landing, naked and tied by my genitals to the railing.

After several minutes of tormenting my balls, my tormentress abruptly ceased her manipulations and stepped back to observe the results of her work. Although I could not see them myself, I imagined that my balls were glistening and shiny with the liquid she had applied while I could feel the throbbing in my cock  as it stood at full attention. My wrists, still attached to the neck strap, prevented me from lowering my arms or in any way reaching my genitals.

Then, she turned and began to descend the stairwell. She was going to leave me in this vulnerable position!

“Please don’t leave me here!” I blurted out, the first words I had spoken in several minutes. “Please don’t leave me here like this. I can’t get loose. Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t leave me tied up here.”

She ignored my pleadings and exited the stairwell at the next level below. I stood there tied by my genitals to the railing in the stairwell landing unable to free myself. Anyone who entered the stairwell would find me naked and vulnerable. It would be very humiliating and I would be unable to prevent further torment to my exposed genitals. While I had been left in a very humiliating position I was also very aroused from my recent torment. I stood silent and still, not wanting to bring attention to my condition.