Nathan Silvers - Whipped and bound niece

"But I want to be an actress!" Cathy screamed at her mother.

Shiela Harp just went on knitting and staring at the television.

"You'll soon get that nonsense out of your head," Shiela said rather grimly, "and you're certainly not going to give up that restaurant training to chase off after some stupid dream like being an actress."

Shiela flipped the channel with an irritated flick of her hand and then flipped it back.

"But Uncle Conrad has an agency," Cathy said defiantly. "I'm going to ask him."

"You are not!" her mother snapped. She flipped the channel again. "I haven't spoken to my brother in ten years, and I don't intend to for the next ten."

"I know where he works," Cathy jeered, flicking her long dark hair over shoulders. "I don't need you."

"Don't you dare go anywhere near my brother!" Shiela snapped, finally looking up. "That's an order, I don't like the way he lives. And he was the one who got your father to run off with that… that actress! Or so she said. I've never seen her on the television."

Shiela returned her steely gaze to the TV as Cathy stormed out of the room.

There was another thing her mother didn't know. Not only did Cathy knew where her Uncle Conrad's agency was, she had also saved up the money to take the bus. She stared at the mirror in her room, working up her courage. She knew she could make it big, after all she had the right attributes for it. Her dark sensuous looks already got more than their share of attention from the boys in her college, and the slim, curvaceous lines of her body had caused a full-scale assault on her purity from one of the teachers. But Cathy was an old-fashioned girl, she was going to save herself for marriage.

Cathy had it all planned out, seeing herself as the next Miss American Purity, star of the silver screen.

Her mind was made up.

She turned away from the mirror and checked the bus timetables. There was one at midnight, that was perfect, there was no sense in waiting. She crept down the stairs with her suitcase.

"Just off to see Jackie, Ma!" she called.

"Don't be late!"

Ten hours later, Cathy was in a state of highflying excitement as she arrived in New York. The skyline of Manhattan, the bubbling life, all infected her with energy despite the long bus journey. She asked a cop and got the directions, and soon she was heading up an elevator.

A beautiful, dark-haired woman of about twenty was polishing her nails behind a desk in a luxurious office.

"Yes?"

"I want to see my Uncle Conrad," Cathy said, putting her suitcase down.

"Your what?" the woman sneered.

"Conrad Williams is my uncle," Cathy said, standing her ground.

Very slowly the woman got up. Cathy noticed that her blouse was stretched tightly across her low-slung tits and her leather skirt was cut very short, almost revealing the tops of her black stockings.

She looked at Cathy over the desk. "What's your name?"

"Cathy. Cathy Harp."

"Yeah." The woman walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.

There was a knock, and a door clicked open and shut.

"Oh, she's here, is she?" said a man's voice, angry and loud. "I'll deal with it."

The door opened, and a tall, dark-haired man in a blue suit came around it, pacing as if he didn't have much time.

"Now look here!" he snapped. "Your fuckin' mother just called me and she wants you back right…" He tailed off, staring at Cathy. "Jesus! You grew up!"

"Yes," Cathy said slyly. She hung her head a little under his strong gaze.

"So you want to be an actress, huh?"

"Yes, Uncle," Cathy replied, blushing wildly. Behind him, the receptionist leaned against the wall, a sneer on her face.

"Call me Conrad. And come in here! We've got a lot to talk about!"

He led her past the receptionist, who had lost her sneer by this time, and into his office.

"Well," he said, stand there a moment, "let me look at you. Head up, come on, if you want to act."

Cathy was still blushing, but she got her head up. "What did my mother say?"

"Oh, fuck, Shiela," Conrad replied. "She never understood a thing anyway. Now, take that coat off – my God you're beautiful!"

He walked around her, examining her inch by inch. Her soft, sensuous face with its very slightly snubbed nose and wide-spread fawn eyes. The generous lips, open slightly, red and full, curving as if in invitation. And Cathy was still blushing, making her look even more beautiful. He made her turn, pull her shoulders back, admiring the soft lines of her young body, her thrusting tits, her swelling ass and wonderful, long, shapely legs.

"Here," he said, "put these on."

It was a pair of five-inch heels, and Cathy had some trouble with them. They also made her a little nervous: her mother said high heels were the devil's work and tempted the lusts of men, but then Cathy felt safe with her uncle, so it didn't matter.

"Just walk a bit." He watched her. "Jesus H. Christ! The things those do to your legs! Not to mention your ass. Well, fuck me, sit down and let's talk."

His language made Cathy feel nervous, but then he was her uncle so it must be all right.

"You act at all?"

"Just in school," Cathy said, looking at him more closely now. Her uncle had to be in his early forties, but he was still a wonderful figure of a man, tall, commanding and very secure in his movements.

He leaned back, studying her. "So where are you staying in town?"

"I-I don't really know. The Y, maybe, I hadn't…"

"No, not that!" He chuckled. "You must stay with me. Now how about you head on to my place and relax, and I'll see you about six tonight?"

"Oh, great, yes!" Cathy gasped, getting up.

"Get Renata to give you the key – Renata, my secretary," he added as Cathy stood there, looking a little lost and confused.

Conrad's condo apartment was as luxurious as Cathy had imagined. She took a shower and then fell asleep for several hours, waking up feeling very refreshed. When Conrad came home she was dressed in a plain flowered dress.

"Ready to hit the town?"

"Tonight?" Cathy gasped.

"Sure!" He chuckled. "We move fast in this a city. I got a small group of us together, so it should be a great party. And these two guys you'll meet have got contacts, so be real nice to them."

"Oh yes, Uncle, I will!" Cathy was unable to believe her luck.

"Just one thing," Conrad said. "You really can't go out in New York dressed like that. I got Renata to get you some clothes, so put them on. They'll fit. One glance and Renata can tell exactly what size anybody is."

He tossed her a large bag which Cathy took and went into the bedroom.

She wasn't sure about the clothes, they were almost as revealing as the ones Renata wore, but it was New York and Cathy wasn't going to argue.

First there were white stockings with lacy suspender straps to hold them up. Cathy had trouble with them both, her mother had never let her wear things like that, but she got them on at last. The suspender straps were attached to a matching white waist-cincher that stopped well below her tits. There was a matching bra and panty set, also white, and very small. The panties hardly covered her ass and the bra was a quarter-cup one that pushed her lovely tits even higher than normal.

Cathy examined herself in the mirror as she put on the little lacy slip, realizing that she looked very sexy indeed. That made her feel nervous.

Then there was the dress, a modern fashion Cathy was sure, loose and high cut, but it was so short it almost showed her stocking tops, and Cathy didn't want to look like Renata. But she put it on and the belt, then finally the shoes, heels like the ones Conrad had made her wear earlier. She brushed her hair and went back out to him.