The Play Is The Thing 1
Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5'7", Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 53-year-old, former model and B-movie actress, with high cheekbones, a strong chin, big almond shaped hazel-green eyes, thick curly just below her shoulders flaming-red hair, and a centerfold 38GG-26-40 hourglass figure, that no matter what she wore was always on display, and thus the reason for more boys in the drama class than women. Since there were so few of us and there was almost no real budget we had to multitask, write our own plays because we could not afford to purchase the rights to any, and work behind the scenes as well as on the stage, not that we got a lot of people to see our original productions.
Since more boys than girls were around and a few of the girls tended to miss more classes than they attended, the plays definitely had a male angle to them and we began to write crazy stuff. My best friend Terry Fox, the 5'9", best looking, 19-year-old, with a smooth oval face, big blue-gray eyes, thick wavy sandy-blonde hair, and a well tanned, hairless, well toned 165 pound frame, that he spent hours riding his bike to maintain, he didn't drive a car unless he had to, was my partner in crime and always came up with a bondage scene or two in every play, but this time he even topped himself, 'Kidnapped Heiress', had the leading lady tied up and gagged for almost the whole play. It was easy to find someone to play the husband, butler, maid, chauffeur, police officers, kidnappers and even the witness, but none of the girls wanted to play the heiress, since being tied up and gagged for eighty minutes in a ninety minute play was a little too intense for them.
Kim Marx, the 5'2", studious, but pretty, 20-year-old, with a round face, big doe shaped brown eyes, that her red framed glasses emphasized nicely, thick curly brown hair, and an overripe 34DD-25-36 hourglass figure, that all the boys took notice of played the maid, and would spend a good ten minutes bound and gagged, we finally convinced Samantha Kittredge, the 5'7", well tanned, beautiful, 19-year-old, with an oval face, big almond shaped sky-blue eyes, thick to the middle of her back straight brunette hair, and a remarkable 37EE-25-39 hourglass figure that her tight jeans and tops always hugged a little too provocatively to play the heiress. Sam was always a good sport and turned heads everywhere she went, and was better looking than her mother, who was a stripper at the Pussycat Club on the edge of town.
Of course like any production with a bare bones cast when something happened it affected everything and when six cast members got the flu the day before the big production, and for a change we sold a lot of tickets, an unfortunately Sam fell victim, all hell broke loose. To make matters worse there weren't enough girls to fill all of the roles, and since I was the only other person who knew all the lines and movement parts of the heiress, Roxy convinced me to play the part, now at 5'6", well tanned, boyishly handsome, 19-years-old, but looked more like twelve, with high cheekbones, big baby-blue eyes, thick clean-cut golden-blonde hair and a well toned 140 pound frame, that I kept in shape by swimming, riding a bike and working out, didn't think I could pull it off, but the show had to go on.
I spent most of the day getting ready to play Trixie LaRue, and shaved what little extra body hair I had, not that I really ever needed to and then had Kim and Roxy help me with make-up, jewelry, big gold hoop earrings, a thick curly platinum-blonde hair, a special panty girdle, controltop nude pantyhose, and a special 36FF bra with silicone breasts, soon looked like a gorgeous babe, and with the tight red knit dress, black leather belt, shiny black 4" highheels and even black satin elbow length gloves really looked luscious, so much so my thick circumcised 8" penis strained inside my padded panty girdle and pantyhose.
The Friday night show went off without a hitch, the Saturday afternoon and evening plays went well, but the next morning I felt a little bloated and sick. Being a trouper decided to go on stage, and since Sam was still out of action really had no choice.
We only had one more production on Sunday afternoon and a couple of us felt a little under the weather, but decided the show must go on. Within ten minutes of the play my gloved hands were secured behind my back my highheeled ankles taped together with 3" wide white stretchy medical tape with my mouth stuffed covered with two wide strips of the same tape, so I was completely helpless and all of a sudden in need of a toilet, I had to pee in the worst way and had to poop, it had been over three days and the Chinese buffet the night before didn't do my insides any favors, but being in the middle of a play in front of a packed auditorium, we had great review from the 'Cordville Cock' the local underground paper, and even the 'Cordville Courier' gave us a decent evaluation.
Terry played the kidnapper and really had me restrained and gagged effectively, between practices and three previous engagements he had become an expert and got a little rough with me at times, part of the script, but he seemed to enjoy touching me in the wrong places between scenes which really got me aroused! The more excited I got, the more desperate I was to use the toilet. By the climax where the police charged into the secret hideout and fired blanks on stage I lost control!
