Reposting Old Stories

[Dev Nul 23]

Well, Computer's getting finicky, so I'm reposting a bunch of old stories
before they die on my drive.

My apologies to the original authors - I received these off of the newsgroups
years ago, and didn't save the headers the way I would today, so I apologize in
advance for the problem.

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[Dev Nul 23]

Subject: story: Alicia's Lackey (femdom, foot, humil.)
From: slave_sh...@herfeet.com (slave.shoelicker)
Date: 1997/03/15
Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.fetish.feet,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondag
e,alt.sex.stories.bondage

WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNDER 21 YEARS OLD!!

I arrived in L. A. about a week ago. I was hoping to turn my life
around with a big move from the Big Apple to Tinsel Town. Life on the
east coast wore me down and things looked brighter already. I was
very low on funds but was lucky to land a job on the set of a movie
that was being filmed in the desert of Southern California.

The set was a little far out of town to comute, so we were all staying
in trailers at the location. My trailer was rather small and I had to
share it with several other "goffer" type guys. I didn't care because
the rent was free. This job would let me save lots of cash so I could
spend the time necessary to land a real job. I was a few pennies from
skid row, but I was well educated and hoped to make a splash in my new
town.

My job on the set was to be available to the young teen star of the
movie. She had recently made a big splash in her first filck and got
her picture plastered on the cover of numerous national magazines.
She had that innocent, irresistable, pure beauty that graced one
person in a hundred million. Unfortunately she knew it, and around
the set she was known as the "Teen Bitch."

It was always "Get this," or "Get that." Never so much as a "please"
or a "thank you." Sometimes she was right next to whatever it was she
wanted. Alicia always gave me these condescending looks. I, in turn,
had grown to hate the aire of superiority she always carried with her.

The long, hot, dusty day of filming in the desert was wraping up when
one of the other guys said there was cold beer waiting for us back at
our trailer. That was just to good to pass up. Just as I arrived and
grabbed a cold one, someone walked up and said:

"Hey Don, teen bitch is throwing a tantrum. She says she needs a few
things."

I said I'd be back as soon as I ran her errands and headed off to her
plush trailer. I tapped the can on the door.

"Get in here!" I heard her shout.

I walked in and she was lounging on an easy chair in the sultry outfit
from the set.

"Where have you been?" Alicia demanded.

"It's been a long hot day. We've been filming since just after
sunrise and a few of the guys were going to throw a few down and kick
back for a while," I said, popping the top to my beer.

"Put that beer down, there is no drinking in here, I'm only eighteen
years old."

I felt like really telling her where to go, but bit my tongue and set
the can down. I decided to discuss it with her.

"Look, Alicia, I'm doing a decent job for you and I think I deserve
some respect," I said calmly. "I should have some time of my own as
well."

"There are a hundred people who could replace you in a flash. So you
will work when I say you will work. Furthermore, you will make
yourself available to work for me at all times. I will treat you as I
see fit, and you will address me as Miss Alicia. If you have a
problem with any of that you can leave right now and forget about
another job in this industry. If you think you have money problems
now, try unemployment. What will it be?" she demanded.

Alicia was right. I desperately needed the money this job paid. I
should have never discussed the money problems I was having with the
other guys on the set. She must have overheard me and was using it to
her advantage.

"Alright, I do need the job, but how about cutting me a little break,"
I asked, hoping that she might bend a little if I asked kindly.

"What!" Alicia said as if shocked. "How did you address me?"

"I'm sorry. Miss Alicia. It's just been a long day and all," I said
hoping to curry favor and get back to the beers. "May I go now Miss
Alicia?"

"I will let you know when you can go. Your priorities are messed up.
You shouldn't even be thinking about leaving. I'm not sure if you are
even capable of handling this job. Why do you think you get paid more
than the other flunkies out there? I had better see some immediate
improvement in your performance or you will be living on the street,"
Alicia remarked.

Now I was beginning to understand why a novice like me had gotten this
higher paying job. The others who had been around town for a while
knew what was in store if they took it.

I resolved to bite the bullet and hang with the job until I had the
cash to leave.

"Remove my sandals," Alicia said casually as she reclined on the
chair.

"Hey, that's not part of the job. You have to do that yourself," I
said in disbelief.

"You really don't get it, do you?" she asked incredulously. "If you
give me just one more disrespectful reply, or refuse just one more
order I give you, you are history. Do you understand me Dummy?"

I had a quick decision to make. Part of me knew this was to much crap
to put up with. But I was just desparate for the money. Alicia
started swinging her foot impatiently. It caught my attention as I
did a double take. I looked up her lovely legs. God was she
beautiful. I caught her eyes and she had this gloating smile on her
face as if she knew she won. She had. I needed to get down on my
knees to get to the sandals. Her feet were filthy. The long hot day
in the dusty desert had caked them in sweat, dust and dirt. I started
undoing the strap, and the sight of her fantastic legs was giving me a
hard-on.

"Stand up!" Alicia ordered.

I didn't want to move. I was sporting this boner and the shorts I was
wearing were flimsy and thin. Alicia might notice my erect condition.

"Stand up!!!"

I got to my feet. I tried to cover the tent in my shorts.

"What's this?" Alicia said grabing my penis.

Her hand caused my cock to harden into steel. I hadn't been with a
woman in quite some time.

"That's it, you're history you disgusting sex pervert," she said
squeezing my cock and digging her nails into it.

It was both painful and erotic. I didn't stop her. She dug her nails
in and the pain was excrutiating before she let go. Still, I did
nothing to prevent her torment. I was being fired.

"Get out of here before I call security you sex maniac," Alicia said.

"Alicia,...Miss Alicia, please. I need this job. It's just that I
haven't been with a woman for quite some time and,...and I promise it
will never happen again. Please, I'll do whatever you ask. I'll be
better than anybody you could possibly get to replace me. I'll
dedicate myself to seeing to your every need," I pleaded with her to
keep my job, yet she seemed unmoved.

"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I'll do anything you ask. I'm begging
you."

Alicia turned when I stooped to actually say the word "beg." Perhaps
she would reconsider.

"Get on your knees," she said.

I fell to my knees.

"Do you pledge to do absolutely anything I tell you to do no matter
how absurd or rediculous it may seem to you? No matter how you might
feel about it?" Alicia asked.

"Yes Miss Alicia," I said from my knees.

"I don't believe you," she responded.

"Please Miss Alicia, I pomise I will. I beg you," I pleaded.

"You wouldn't last a minute. Get out," she said.

"Just one more chance, I'm begging you."

"Clean my sandal," Alicia ordered.

"Yes Miss Alicia," I said picking up the sandal I had removed and
heading to the wash room.

"Get back here!" she said. "Where are you going?"

I returned to my knees before her.

"I was going to the wash room to clean the shoe," I said holding up
the sandal in my hand.

"Clean this one," Alicia said thrusting her sandal clad foot at me.

"Shouldn't I get a damp cloth Miss Alicia?"

"No"

I stretched out my shirt to wipe the dirt and sweat covered sandal.

"Use something moist," she ordered.

I sat there not sure what to do. Alicia sighed in anoyance. She
raised the sole of the sandal so it was inches from my face.

"Lick it. Lick it clean."

The sole of the sandal was practically black. I was disgusted at the
prospect. Somehow, my body moved forward on its own. I found myself
licking the dirt from her shoe. I said to myself--I can't be doing
this. I was performing this act of utter self degradation and
couldn't bring myself to stop. In fact, I started licking with gusto
and relishing this sick task. My cock was rock solid again. After a
few minutes of devouring every inch of Alicia's sandal I felt
something snaking into my shorts.

Alicia's foot was grazing my cock. The sensations were unreal and I
renewed my efforts lapping at the pretty sandal. In short order I had
an explosive orgasm, reeling in ecstasy.

Alicia removed the shoe and brought out her cum covered foot. The
jism was all over it. It was a massive load from the pent up sexual
frustrations over the last week. She raised her filthy foot to my
lips. Like the true servile sycophant I had become I began cleaning
the cum, sweat and dirt from her pretty foot. The lovely pink toenail
polish was so sensual I was hard again almost immediately. Alicia
noticed and remarked:

"You are totally without any self control."

She reached for some twine on the table next to the chair. Why was it
so readily available I wondered?

"Get up," she demanded.

I jumped to my feet and she yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I
stood naked before this young goddess, completely humiliated, yet
doing nothing to prevent it. In fact it was arousing me all the more.
Alicia took the twine and separated my balls, tying a tight knot
around the top of my sac. I winced from the pain, yet stood passively
by. She then tied a very tight knot around the base of my cock
designed to cut off any further satisfaction on my part.

"There. Now we should be able to continue," she said.

My balls stood out like two plumbs in their tight compartments.
Alicia's feet were now on the floor and I would have to get on my
belly to continue my degrading chore. I removed her other sandal and
began cleaning her fantastic foot. My mouth was dry from all the dirt
and salty foot sweat I had eaten. There seemed to be a half inch of
grime between each toe.

"May I have a drink Miss Alicia?" I asked obsequiously.

"Are you thirsty?"

"Yes Miss Alicia."

She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and visciously pulled it
so I was looking up at her beautiful face.

"Open," was all she said.

I obediantly opened my mouth and watched in shocked horror as Alicia
let out a large stream of spittle, landing in my gaping mouth. Once
again I wanted to close my mouth and prevent this sick act. My mind
no longer had full control of my body. What was it that was
controlling me?

Alicia continued to spit until my mouth was close to overflowing.

"That should quench your thist."

I slowly swallowed her spittle, drinking in my complete shame at the
same time.

Returning to her lovely feet, I continued abasing myself on my belly,
prostrate before this beautiful young woman. I would gladly have
continued groveling for hours more, but Alicia tired and kicked me
away. I could not believe the heightened state of sexual arousal
brought about by Alicia's humiliation of me and the bonds around my
cock and balls. I would have cum a dozen times if not for the twine
preventing release. She got up and started walking to the back of the
trailer.

"Come here," she ordered.

I was about to get up when Alicia scolded, "Crawl!"

I was back on my hands and knees, crawling shamefaced behind her.

She entered the bathroom and I stopped just outside the door. Alicia
lifted her floral print dress above her waist and I gasped at the
incredible sight as she stood there. Her pretty pink cotton panties
were slightly dusty from the swirling winds of the desert. Her
shapely butt was as fine as any playboy model I'd seen. Her long
luscious legs were simply indescibable. She smiled as I knelt there
in awe.

Alicia sat on the potty and started peeing in her panties. They were
soaked through. She obviously had needed to pee for some time as it
went on and on.

"Come here and take a look," she said innocently.

I crawled in and looked into the toilet.

"Look closer."

I put my head over the bowl and could smell the heavy scent of very
concentrated urine. Suddenly, I felt something on the back of my
head. I was forced down into the toilet. The trailer toilet was
smaller than the average toilet and urine was extremely concentrated,
even mixed with the water in the bowl. My whole face and half my head
was covered with the foul waste product. I could easily have
extricated myself from this hiddeous position by overpowering Alicia,
but I did nothing. I held my breath and hoped she would soon let me
up.

She finally let me up and I gasped for air. Then she quickly pushed
me back in. Alicia did this over and over and I was running out of
the ability to hold my breath. Finally I could no longer do it and I
had to drink in some of the revolting sewerage. She let me up,
chocking and gasping for air.

"I won't let you up again," she warned, and in I went. I was about to
panic when I heard Alicia say, "Better drink up."

Like my life depended on it, which it may have since I couldn't bring
myself to offer resistence against Alicia, I drank the foul liquid.
Thankfully I made it to the bottom of the bowl and was able to breath
again.

Alicia removed her foot and I fell, exhausted on the floor.

"Get in the tub."

I crawled into the tub. Alicia removed her piss soaked panties and
stuffed the into my panting mouth.

"Don't you dare get out unless I give you permission, and don't get
off your back," Alicia admonished.

I was left there as Alicia made her way to bed. It would be another
long day tomorrow with filming beginning bright and early. I drifted
off to sleep.

At some point during the night I heard some noises and woke to see
Alicia standing over me. I looked up at her naked image in the low
light and she began peeing on my face. What a sick individual I'd
become, powerless to offer any resistence. Involuntarily I opened my
mouth and greedily drank her bodily waste. I was sobbing at my self
degradation. My cock was once again hard from the arousal Alicia's
humiliating acts stirred within me. I was yearning for more
degradation at her lovely feet with each moment that passed. I was
completely entranced by her. She got out to leave.

"Miss Alicia," I asked meekly, "May I go to the bathroon?"

"Of couse you may," she said kindly.

I was about to get up but...

"I gave you no permission to get out. I will let you move however.
Keep your shoulder's on the tub floor and lift your ass up in the
air."

I obediantly did as I was told. With my semi erect penis, I was
looking right at the head of my cock.

"You may go now," she said.

I didn't want to go in this absurd position, but as soon as she said
it I began peeing all over myself. The position was set up just so,
and I was peeing right in my own face. At each turn I thought it was
impossible for me to abase myself any lower. I was no longer a man
and I feared for what might come next. Yet I never desired anything
as much.

The end for now

By SLAVE SHOELICKER

[Dev Nul 23]

A Birthday Doll

by robo...@aol.com

There's something nice about taking the day off on your birthday, you
think as the sun peeks its way through the window well after the time
you'd normally get up for work. It's almost like playing hooky. You
rise from bed, stretching and cracking your back noisily. No need to
dress, time to relax. A quick visit to the facilities, and bit of
water in the face, and you're ready to face...

*thump* "OOOOOWWWW!!!"

...a large white gift box in the middle of your living room. About
three foot all around, and damn heavy from the throbbing in your toe.
Tied with a HUGE red ribbon and a large bow on the top. You nervously
check the doors and windows-no, all locked. The closet? Naah, calm
down. Ah, a card.

"Felicitations.

P."

The Professor! This explains everything. When the Professor is
involved, the laws of physics and common sense need not apply.

No point in guessing. Tug the tab of the bow, slowly, gently...

TTTWAAAANNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!

The box BURSTS open, the sides flapping over and onto the floor.
Pushed from inside by a riot of arms and legs, throwing aside the
cardboard prison like an overeager jack-in-the-box. Pushed aside
by...her.

Her legs and arms point out from her body at gentle angles as she sits
unmoving on the floor. She sways to and fro ever so slightly,
recovering from her exertion, slowly coming to a halt, like one of
those inflatable punch-me clowns you had as a boy.

She's wearing black patent-leather shoes over white nylon tights. No,
they don't relect up--no need--they're crotchless tights (Sister
Annunziato would NEVER approve!) and you can see everything without
any reflection necessary. Barely covering her trimmed genitalia is a
ruffly white lace party skirt, the kind a little girl would wear to a
party her mother was taking her to. A little apron top covered a white
cotton shirt that did not quite cover a tremendous pair of round firm
titties that begged to be squeezed. No sense being rude...they feel as
firm as they look.

Her face...oh, God, her face. Blue eyes open wide as saucers, long
lashes surrounding them like petals on black daisies. Her mouth in a
tight pucker, her cheeks, pulled tight by the pucker, have two red
dots of rouge so red they look like paint. Tight blonde spit curls
hang down all over her head.

You drop to all fours to get a good look at her at her level. So
smooth a face, like porcelain far finer than the dolls in your
collection. Doll...good lord, she's a doll. No, she's one of the
Professor's...dollybots, he calls them. Oh, God, how does she turn
on...

...There's a key.

A BIG key, between her shoulder blades. It fits in so well with the
rest of the look, it has to be something he did as an affectation-you
can't imagine too many people wanting something that conspicuous in a
companion. But you do. Quick, around to her back. It's big, it takes
two hands to turn it.
*CCCCRrrrrrrrnnnnnkkkk*...*CCCCRrrrrrrrnnnnnkkkk* You race back to the
front on hands and knees for the show.

There's a gentle noise, like a clock made of glass starting up. The
key begins to rotate slowly. A sort of light comes to her eyes, they
open just a hair wider. Her lips widen into a smile, dimples
appearing. She sings.

"Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday to you."

She has a singsongish little girl voice, as if a music box could
speak. You love her.

She looks back and forth, her head clicking degree by degree visibly,
her curls bouncing a step behind. She suddenly "sees" you (it has to
be a show for you-you're two inches from her nose, she can hardly miss
you.) and speaks.

"Hello. I'm your dollyb..."

You hand races to her mouth, shushing her as your finger touches her
lips. "You're my *dolly.*" you correct.

"Hello. I'm your Dolly. My name is Molly. Will you play with me?"

As she speaks in a bouncy, clipped monotone, her arms ratcheted up and
down with each syllable, jerking and stopping in a flickering
strobe-light dance. She's adorable.

"Yes," you say. "Let's play."

She claps her hands together, her elbows never bending. "Hooray!" She
leans back and rolls herself to her side, then on to her chest. Her
arms begin to push backwards and her bottom rises slowly into the air.
Her frilly skirt has fallen forward, and her rosy bottom is exposed to
the world. As she crabwalks herself backward, her butt rises, exposing
her pussy to you like an opening flower.

"Stop" you whisper, and she freezes in an instant. You edge a finger
to her rosy lips. They're wet, and as you poke your trembling finger
in, she giggles and wiggles a little. You draw out your finger and
bury your face in her juicy sex. She begins to laugh like a happy
baby, her bottom bouncing about on your face.

You draw back, and she begins to push herself up again. "Help me up?"
she asks poutingly, and you rise, stand behind her and grasp her hips.
She rises slowly, and as she reaches vertical, you move aside as her
rotating key approaches your chest. She turns around. Her arms are out
in front of her like a mannequin. She ratchets them up a few degrees
and walks towards you. Her frozen hands pass by your ears, her breasts
press again your chest. You throw your arms around her and kiss her
deeply.

"Look at me." she says, and you pull back. She's beautiful. "Look into
my eyes." They're so detailed, so realistic. There are little speckles
in the irises, and her pupils are so black, so large, they're getting
larger, they're getting larger, her eyes are so beautiful to look at,
you just can't take your eyes off them, you just want to stare into
them over and over and over.....

She's speaking. You can't hear her. Her mouth is moving, but all you
hear is a *whoosh*ing sound, in and out, in and out. It's a sound you
remember. It seems like you've been away for years, since you were a
baby, since before you were a baby. It's a relaxing sound, and your
conscious mind leaps into it headlong, floating in its wet warmth. You
hear the sound, but you see her speak, her big, wide eyes are larger
and larger, and you can see her mouth move.

"I will do as you command."

That's your voice, but you don't remember speaking. She nods her head.
Her lips move again.

"I am your slave, you are my mistress."

It's true. You don't know who said it, using your mouth, your voice,
but you know it to be true. The voice tells you many truths in the
next few minutes. How you are a puppet in the hands of your mistress.
How your body is growing numb, stiff. The feeling of love for your
dolly mistress. The fact that you are turning into a little doll boy.
The fact that you are getting slllllleeeeeeeeppyyyy...

Black.

You are surrounded by darkness. Your body moves, you cannot feel who
moves it. Cloth passes over your numb, sleepy head. Something on your
head. On your feet. On your hands. Wet...on your face. In your back.

*click*

Open your eyes. You're standing up. Molly...dolly...mistress stands
before you. She leans forward, grabs your hips, turns you gently
around.

There is a dolly in the room. He has curly red hair, big wide eyes, a
red nose. He has a floppy white shirt under puffy rainbow-colored
overalls. No crotch-his cock is so big, so stiff. His cock is here to
please Molly. He wants to please Mollydollymistress. The voice says
so. It's true.

"Turn around, doll-boy."

You turn. You're a dolly. You were told by the voice and the lovely
sound. The sound surrounds you again. You float in it for a second.

*clap*

You are sitting on the bed. Your legs and arms stick out before you.
Molly Dolly Mistress sits before you. She presses your nipple.

"Ma-Ma."

She smiles. She's happy. Hooray. She presses your other nipple.

"Kiss me, Ma-ma."

She kisses you. You are in ecstasy. She presses your belly button.

"Wind me ma-ma. I want to fuck you."

She vanishes from before you. Where is Molly Dolly Mistress?

*CCCCRrrrrrrrnnnnnkkkk*...*CCCCRrrrrrrrnnnnnkkkk*

Your shoulder blades thrill with electricity. Your arms, your waist,
your legs, your stiff wooden cock. You can move. You do so. You stand.
You turn. You see your love, your dolly, your mistress. She walks to
you. You walk to her. You kiss. She hugs. You strip. She sucks. You
lick. She fucks. You stiffen. She fucks. She winds you. She stiffens.
You lick. You fuck. You wind her. She commands. You obey. She
commands. You sleep. You awaken. You play. She plays. You play. You
love. She loves.

You sleep.

She sleeps.

You freeze. You sing.

"Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday to me."

You sleep. You awaken. She remains. She remains forever. You love.

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[Dev Nul 23]

From: "a.m" <s....@usa.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Black Magic (Short Story)
Date: 6 Aug 1997 20:17:38 GMT

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BLACK MAGIC


By: s.a.m

Joseph was having big trouble, and it had all started over the stupidest
thing, something he usually ignored but that just suddenly seemed
intolerable. Now, as a result of his outburst, he was feeling miserable,
missing Jenny worse than he'd ever imagined. It was the pits, really, to
be alone and missing her so bad...

It had happened six weeks ago, but it seemed forever to him; Jenny was the
kind of girl who was soft-hearted, always kind to everyone. So when he'd
seen her talking to that guy, Kevin, the football hunk no less, he should
have known she was just being nice. But no, he had to lose his temper,
pitch a jealous fit and end up losing her. How could he have done
something so dumb?

Now, walking along the rainy streets on a dreary afternoon, he was heading
home to his narrow, empty room, where he'd been buried the last few weeks.
He knew his mom was getting worried, because she gave him a probing,
curious look, sometimes a veiled sideways glance of nervousness when she
thought he wasn't aware she was watching him. Hey, so he spent most of the
time locked up in his room! Was it a crime, for chrissakes?

This was the last day of October, and he smiled at the idea of Halloween,
the spooky atmosphere in the neighborhood, bare skeletal treelimbs,
drenched in the rainy, foggy mist, a perfect climate for the kids tonight.
He grinned wider, thinking of his own late-night plans...and wondered if
his reading into the magic rituals would work? Could he create the right
potent spell to summon spirits to help him win back Jenny?

When he'd locked himself in his bedroom, he looked at the few books he'd
collected on magic rituals -- not enough information, probably, but all he
really needed was just the basics. Or at least, that's what he figured,
and after all, who was he going to ask in this conservative, Christian
region of the South?

Joseph laughed aloud, imagining how such a question would shock the old
lady next door; she'd have a stroke, he figured, and the idea was
sobering. If he had a computer, he knew there'd be a way to learn more;
but that was impossible, his mom worked hard just for them to get by, his
dad long gone, just a vague memory now.

No, he knew there was no one in this area he could ask about these
matters, so he'd read a few books from the library, put together what he
thought was a loose pattern of magic ritual, just enough to invoke a
spell, seek assistance from good spirits.

The night was lively, little kids trick-or- treating, and though Joseph
was only sixteen, he felt light-years older than the bunch of laughing,
chattering children rushing from door to door in the neighborhood.
Nonetheless, he had fun giving out treats, annoying the kids about who
they were, how ugly or scary they looked.

When his mom left at ten for her shift at the hospital, he eagerly
retreated to his room, began digging out candles, a thin silk ribbon, some
other stuff he'd collected; then, he laid out the ribbon in a circle, put
two tall candles on a small stand, centered a mirror between them, and lit
the candles, flicked out the overhead light. Quickly, he knelt before the
small wooden stand, staring into the reflected candleflames in the mirror,
feeling sort of ridiculous. But he'd come this far, he might as well begin
the chants he'd memorized, and try it...

His strange words started out as mere whispers, then grew into a singsong
chant, and the longer he stared into the mirror, the weirder he felt,
becoming almost light-headed, sort of dizzy as his eyes gradually became
unfocused in a steady gaze at the wavy, trembly flames wavering in the
dark mirror.

The room seemed to disappear, and Joseph was feeling more and more sleepy,
his eyelids drooping heavily now, his body feeling weightless, invisible,
almost a floating sensation...the chanting seeming to come from far
off...and then, his head dropped forward, and that was the last thing he
knew until a loud clap of thunder woke him.

At first, he was disorientated, but then saw the melted candles, a small
flame in one still burning, and knew he'd fallen asleep for chrissakes!
Mumbling angrily to himself, he got up and snuffed out the candle,
stumbled to the bed and fell into it, disgusted with himself. This had to
be the lowest point of his despair, and as he felt sleep overcoming him,
he knew he had to forget about Jenny or he'd lose it altogether.

A soft, murmuring voice was singing in a haunting melody when Joseph began
to waken, his eyes opening slowly, the room illuminated by a streetlamp
outside his window. It was eerie now with a bluish light, the room
suffused in a glowing dreamlike mist...didn't look real, and he wondered
if he was dreaming?

But then he caught a wisp of movement out of the corner of his eye, sat up
and rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, thinking he'd get up, turn on
the light when he suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder, just a soft brush
of something like wingtips. He snapped his head sideways, looking around
him, behind him, but seen nothing, yet there was a soft pressure at his
shoulder, and he felt a chill run over him, his body shuddering.

Then the words came as if from within his own mind: "You have summoned me
to do your bidding."

Joseph went rigid, unable to move, paralyzed with fear; he glanced around,
saw nothing, the room still hazy with that peculiar blue mist. He wanted
to get up, get out of this room, right now! As he swung his legs off the
bed, he felt a soft, warm flow of silky sensation surround his body,
something he couldn't describe, just a silken swirl of motion forcing him
to lie back down on the bed, his pulse quickening, his mind racing with
wild panic.

"The fear you feel, the fear is for my touch, you are tingling with the
fear, you are afraid and fear is the other side of desire."

Joseph let out a shocked gasp, the whispery words he'd heard now
definitely outside his mind, and as he turned to gaze at the corner, he
saw a shimmering image begin to form, a white misty substance shaping into
a voluptuous woman with long, thick, wavy blond hair, her eyes like blue
sparks in her tiny, angelic face. She was smiling a haunting smile, a sad
smile as she seemed to float toward him, her voice more distinct now, her
words no longer whispery but low, sultry, "You have summoned me from the
Back of Beyond, you ask that I help you."

Joseph was feeling the impact of her presence now, and it embarrassed him,
for the closer she got, he more he felt a slow, burning need building in
his groin. He'd not quite accepted the fact that he had to jerk off to
relieve the sexual needs of his body, and it wasn't like Jenny ever let
him go all the way, but he'd tried to hide his growing desires, not let
anyone know how badly he wanted sex.

Her words were like tender flower-petals, "I know your need, I am here to
make love to you."

This had to be a dream, he thought, afraid to move and awaken from this
beautiful, erotic encounter...but he couldn't help squirming slightly as
the woman began taking off her long white gown, undoing the high-top
collar buttons, then slowly, slowly easing it off her shoulders, down past
her arms as he saw her firm, swollen breasts, then lower, the gown falling
quickly to the floor and her standing before him naked, the powerful image
making him straining hard, his penis aching and sensitive against his
undershorts.

She swam before his eyes, real and unreal, a glowing, shimmering whiteness
of unbearable beauty, naked, pale skin like finest silk, her flowing
golden hair falling below her tiny waist, her blue eyes like stars in a
milky universe as she gazed at him longingly, her low, sweet voice saying,
"I want to feel so badly, I want to be human as you are, my love. Make me
feel, hold me, help me?"

And he realized he was reaching out for her, his arms opening as she slid
into his embrace, a warm glow engulfing him as her satin-soft form melted
over him, into him, the strangest feeling he'd ever known, a heat now
generated all over him, her form feeling like flesh, but of a silky
texture and warmth he'd never touched.

She seemed to surround him, flow like warm honey over his body, the
sensual excitement flooding him, his erection painfully hot, pulsating as
she moved to his side, her arm lowering, her hand reaching for him, easing
her fingers inside the shorts, that first touch almost enough to make him
cum, and he gasped, flinched, felt his body tense and his automatic
response down there, hips lifting, erection thrusting upward into her
hand, wanting, not wanting, needing, not needing as her fingers caressed
and teased, tempted him, her body molten hot and searing him with
passionate intensity; she seemed to stretch and expand, then meld to him,
the feeling of flesh so real he knew he couldn't be dreaming, couldn't
be... His body rose and fell with her rhythm, and he watched as she slowed
the pace, yet he looked down to his rigid erection, saw it was exposed, he
was not inside her, not joined to her in any way... yet, oh god, how good
it felt, the swimming, swinging movement atop him, her image like bright
hot light, testing his control, the way she stared at him, her blue eyes
sad in that tiny angelic face...a small smile of satisfaction as she
watched his intensely erotic responses, her lips lowering to his, the
taste of her real, yes, real it had to be real, it was too much, she was
moving faster now, the feeling of her tongue inside his mouth, her sweet
surrender in a sudden wetness pulling his erection into a deep, tight
tunnel that reeled him, sent him speeding into a blind, mindless groaning
blissful shattering, his thrusts upward into her, hard, hard, hard and
fast, fast, faster...now, exploding into her, he closed his eyes, cried
out in ecstasy, the explosion of hot juice rising up, up, up and bursting,
flooding out in jets of uncontrollable gushing, his cries lower as the
spasms lessened, his eyes opening to see he was alone, his receding climax
still tender-hurt as his erection faded, penis slowly, slowly losing the
hardness, his disbelief as he saw the wet splatter of his jism across the
blank white sheets, his emptiness as the reality of it hit him: He was
alone.

Stunned, he lay there for a long time, feeling the sticky wetness drying,
becoming uncomfortable ...wondering if he'd indeed summoned a spirit or
had it all been a wet dream? Did spirits, good spirits, make love to
humans?

He didn't know, it was all so weird. Yet, when he stood, intending to go
to the bathroom, he saw something lying on the floor by the bed. Joseph
bent down, lifted the soft white gown in his hands, trembling with awe and
wonder...

Magic, it had been magic! The question that crept into his mind though,
knowing what had happened, was one he couldn't answer: Was it black magic?
Had it been an evil spirit or a good spirit in his bedroom, making love to
him on this full moon Halloween night?

When Jenny called him the next morning, wanting to get back together,
Joseph realized the spirit had left him a gift from their night together
and that spirits move in mysterious ways.

Who was he to question it?

-THE END-

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[Dev Nul 23]

Black Widow #1

Setting the Hook

by Bull (scribe laureate to Goddess Tika )

I'm alone, I'm always alone. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of
friends and several lovers. But even when I'm with them I am alone.
There is a hole in my soul. I like being with my friends, I love the
company of beautiful women, and Lord knows I love sex. But I can't
break down the barriers around my heart to let anyone through to touch
me. I am alone.

It's late. Probably around 1:00 a.m.. I'm coming back from a Christmas
party. All of my friends were there. We had a hell of a time. My date,
a blond with the face of an angel and the body of a porn queen had
been particularly "frisky" that night. It has been a perfect evening
except I was alone. No one got through the walls.

We stop off at my favorite watering hole. A cigar and martini bar with
a very relaxed atmosphere. The perfect place to shift the mood from
party time to romance. I wanted this girl tonight. No, I wanted her
body. I don't truly want anyone. I want to be alone.

As we walk through the door, for just a millisecond a flash of light
catches my eye. I look towards the bar where it seemed to originate
but just see the backs of several patrons. It was probably a
reflection off some jewelry or maybe a glass. We go to MY corner
booth. There are some advantages to being a "man of substance" and a
regular guest.

I'm a purist when it comes to martinis. No trendy "dirty martini" for
me. And I'm a vodka--not gin--man. Stoli's with the lightest rumor of
DRY vermouth served as cold as my heart. She orders some silly girly
imitation of a martini with citrus or some other shit. I go for a Don
Diego about seven inches long and 50 gauge ring. She selects some
overgrown cigarette because "its cute". Oh well, and least she's got
killer legs and cantaloupe sized breasts.

The lights are low; her neckline is lower. We start the dance, the
dance of seduction. She's doing the predictable games with the cigar
and her mouth. I'm doing the predictable things with my free hand
under the table. As we start to lean in for the first kiss that flash
hits me again right in the eye. A gold blast of light that totally
distracts me from my intended action. I look quickly towards the bar
again and my date's lips are left hanging in midair. She looks kind of
like a freshly caught bass. The light seems to have come from the far
end of the bar. There is a woman there in the corner but its too dark
to see anything but a shadowy image. She probably has a big ring she
is flashing to show off. I turn back around and the fish is still
gulping air. The mood is broken. I'll have to start the dance over.

She senses the mood break too and does the predictable "I need to
powder my nose" bit. She gets up and goes to the ladies' room. I do
the predictable scoping out of her ass as she waks away. It is a fine
ass. I wouldn't be with her if it wasn't. I'm reminded of the old line
"like two cats fighting in a sack". So far, its a predictable night.
That's predictable!

As I sit sipping my drink and savoring my smoke my gaze is drawn back
to the shadow figure. I see her head turns toward me and for a second
her eyes flash just like a cat's eyes at night. No, couldn't have
been. Human eyes don't do that. She must have big bobbly earrings.
Likely some bimbo desperate to get picked up. No doubt she is hanging
in the shadows so guys can't make out her butt ugly face. She is
probably hoping to snare someone at closing time that is too drunk to
see clearly and/or too drunk to care.

Meanwhile, I've finished my drink, my date is still in the can and
there is no waiter in sight. I hate sitting alone so I decide to go up
to the bar and get a refill. Its pretty crowded up there and the only
opening seems to be by the shadow figure. Good, I can check her out
and see just how ugly she is, should be good for a few jokes tomorrow
on the net. Just as I get close enough to start to see some detail she
turns away. Yep, I must be right. She doesn't want anyone to see her
face unless they're really plastered. As I near I can see she has a
nice pair of legs but I really can't tell on the body because she is
wearing a fur coat. Who wears fur anymore? Probably fake. I order my
drink and try to catch a peek out of the corner of my eye but she has
her head turned too far away. This one is good at hiding I think, must
be even uglier than I thought. Probably Coyote Ugly (next morning
you'ld rather chew off your own arm than risk waking her!).

My drink comes and I take a sip. I look down the length of the bar to
see if there is anything worth checking out before heading back. Just
then a huge puff of smoke is blown right in my face from the direction
of the dog woman. I start to turn to give her a piece of my mind (I
hate rude smokers, unsophisticated) but before I do I catch the aroma
of the smoke. It's unlike anything I've ever smelled. An intoxicating
blend of spices and perfume in a trace background scent that has a
lusty, musty quality that is familiar but not quite recognizable. I
sniff again. No, it can't be. It smells like a woman's vagina in the
heat of passion! Faint, but there. I start to feel a bit light headed,
that second martini on top of the drinks at the party must be kicking
in. I also notice a slight flushed feeling and a warmth moving through
my body like an anti-depressant starting to kick in. I turn to face
the woman and just as I do another blast of smoke hits me in the face.
For a minute I can't see a thing but for the instant before I got
blinded I thought I saw ... naw, couldn't have been the devil! Then my
mind starts to swim. Some absolutely lascivious images dance through
my mind like things out of the Decameron. Thoughts of every debauchery
imaginable, every sexual deviation I'd ever heard or dreamed of, and
some I'd never imagined all went blasting through my mind
simultaneously. My heart raced like I'd just done a dozen poppers at
the same time. My nostrils flared like an angry bull and I had the
biggest hard-on I had ever had. DAMN!

The smoke starts to clear, and again I think I catch a brief image of
something. Cat's eyes. As the air clears there in front of me is the
most beautiful, exotic, erotic face I'd ever seen. Dark hair framing a
dark skinned (Persian? Italian?) face that had unbelievably full lips
which were both inviting and cruel at the same time. Full arching
bitchy eyebrows. But as magnificent as these features were, they were
mere background to the EYES. The eyes were gold and almost feline. And
they stared right into my soul. I was like a deer caught in the glow
of headlights. I was transfixed. For a good minute I couldn't move. I
couldn't speak. All I could do was look back into these unblinking
eyes staring at me like a cat staring at his next kill. I felt like I
was drowning, sinking deeper and deeper into a warm dark sea.

Finally, I cleared my brain enough to speak, but just before I could
the vision in front of me spoke. "She's waiting."

"Huh?" I said. (Great line, dumbass!)

"Your date. She's waiting for you," the vision said.

"Oh... yeah," I said and turned to see my date sitting at the table
looking around trying to find me.

Luckily, I was in the dark too so she couldn't see me. I turned back
to excuse and introduce myself but the vision was gone. I caught a
glimpse of her rounding the corner headed to the ladies' room. Just as
she went in she turned her head towards me and I caught that flash
from her eyes again. And for a second all those images of debauchery
flashed through my brain again.

It took several seconds for my paralysis to fade enough to head back
to the table. How long had that scene lasted. Two minutes, two hours,
I had no idea. As I started back, I realized that my raging boner was
not only still present, it seemed to have no intention of fading. This
was going to be dicey. Through creative use of the shadows and dark
areas I managed to get back to the table with my state unnoticed.

My date, oblivious to what had happened and assuming that I, too, had
gone to the restroom, leaned over, breathed warmly in my ear and said,
"I hope you're ready to go, because I'm ready to come!" and gave a sly
giggle. Ordinarily, that would definitely get me going (my ears are
very sensitive) but I was already there, but not for her. Then her
hand crept between my legs and she discovered my condition. "Ooo! I
see I haven't lost my touch!" she said, and grabbed on with both hands
to try to really do a number on me. As soon as she did that my member
shrank to the size of a single peanut and a feeling of total revulsion
swept through me.

I had to get rid of her! "Darling," I said, "while you were away, I
got a call from my daughter. She is terribly sick and needs me to come
over ASAP. I'm going to have to send you home in a cab." Before she
could protest, I was hustling her towards the door. With luck, I could
get rid of her and get back inside to that enchantress at the bar
before some other stud discovered her.

There were several cabs at the stand out front. I put her in the one
at the front of the line and closed the door while she was still going
"But, But..." I stood and waved as the cab drove off and she stared
back at me through the rear window with this stupid confused look on
her face. As soon as she was out of sight I turned to go back in and
find my prey (God, I'm such a tricky, slick bastard!). But as I look
back towards the club I see my next conquest getting in the second
cab. I ran to the door and grabbed it just as it was about to close
it.

"Wait," I blurted, "I was just headed back in to talk to you. I want
to get to know you."

My vision looked right at me, right through me, and right into me for
what seemed like forever with those cold, hot, unblinking deadly eyes.
Then she spoke in a slow, uncaring, almost sarcastic manner. At the
same time what she said had a chilling, theatening quality.

She simply said, "In your dreams."

With that she closed the door and I just stood there with my head
bowed, totally deflated. I couldn't have felt worse if she had kicked
me in the nuts. Then I heard a tapping sound and looked up to see her
rolling down her window. I leaned towards her. She was about to speak.
I put my face inside the window. I was now inches from her lips. The
lips I had to sample. The rich, full blood red lips I wanted to bury
my face (among other things) in. Just as I was about to acheive my
goal, a blast of her smoke hit me dead on.

I staggered back and fell face up on the damp sidewalk. I was blind.
My heart was going ballistic. My entire body felt on fire. And the
visions, the dark decadent visions erupted in my brain like a
pornographic volcano spewing forth the most illicit, depraved thoughts
known to man. No, not to man. No man had ever thought such wickedly
delicious thoughts. Only the devil himself (herself?) could conceive
such depravity.

As my mind cleared, I slowly rose. She was gone. I was alone. But she
had left me something. That unbelievable raging hard-on was back even
worse (better?) than before. I swear I was a good inch longer and half
an inch wider than I'd ever been before.

I stumbled to my car to head home. I was tired, confused and needed
sleep. If only I could relieve my "problem" first.

"In my dreams," I thought. "Yeah, I wish!"

Black Widow #2

Be careful what you ask for

by Bull (scribe laureate to Goddess Tika )

I'm alone. I'm always alone. It's about 4:00 a.m. and I just staggered
in from the bar and my encounter with that vision. My head is still
swimming, driving home was tough. And this damn erection won't go
away. I sit and ponder the events of the last few hours. Weird! Who
was that bitch at the bar and what the hell was she smoking. She must
have been doing something pretty heavy, maybe grass laced with opium
or coke. That's the only explanation for what happened. God, she was
hot! The other thing odd, looking back, was that there for a few
minutes at the bar I didn't feel alone. Those eyes had reached inside
of me and burned down a few of my walls. I felt a little vulnerable
but I wasn't quite alone. Disturbing.

Well, I guess I better take matters into my own hands and get rid of
this boner so I can get some sleep. I break out the new Playboy for
"some inspiration" but as soon as I look at the centerfold, Eli (my
nickname from the old song: Eli's Coming) immediately shrinks and my
stomach sickens. Oh boy, those drinks must be fighting back. I put
down the magazine and move to the bathroom, but just as I do I'm fine
again and Eli is back at attention. I reach down to stroke him but as
soon as I touch him, down he goes again. Fuck it! I'm too tired to
play games with a dick that seems to have developed a mind of its own.
Although I hate to go to bed with a perfectly good hard-on, I seem to
have no choice.

It's hard going to sleep with this monster between my legs, but
eventually I drift off. Strange dark dreams. I couldn't make out any
clear images, it was all shadowy. I remember moans. Were they of
pleasure, pain or anguish? As I listened, they seemed to be of all
three simultaneously. And there was a laughter that was chilling.
Sexy, tormenting, taunting, lustful and spiteful all together. The
laughter seemed feminine and yet animalistic. It was scary and
exciting at the same time. In the darkness I could just make out a
woman's outline. She turned towards me and her eyes flashed, then all
was dark except for a pair of cat eyes staring at me from the
blackness.

You know how sometimes you dream you're dreaming? A dream within a
dream? I guess that's what happened next. I remember waking and
looking at my clock. It was 7:30, but I must have dreamed this because
my room was still dark. Then, in this inner dream, I smelled that
smell from the smoke at the bar. It was faint but there in my bedroom.
That smell of spices, perfume, musk, and woman. Slowly, the scent got
stronger and my head started swimming again. My heart started racing
and Eli was so hard he ached. Out of the darkness I saw movement. A
figure was slowly moving towards me like a cat inching towards its
prey. I was scared. I was sweating, My heart raced even faster. But I
couldn't move. My Baretta 10MM was inches away but I couldn't reach
for it. And yet despite this, Eli seemed to grow harder still.

As the image grew closer I could see it was female. No! Yes! It was
the woman from the bar. As she approached I could make out her outfit.
That sable coat she was wearing before and thigh high black boots with
5 to 6 inch heels. She reached the foot of the bed and began to crawl
up and over me. As she did her coat parted and I could see she had
nothing else on. I could also see two magnificent D cup breasts, a
taunt stomach with a nice slightly rounded swell to the mons venerous
area below her navel (just the way I like it) and a dark patch
covering her nether region.

She drew closer and the aroma grew more intense. I was totally
paralyzed. She hovered over me on her hands and knees not quite
touching except for the soft fur of her coat which, as she slowly
moved and swayed, massaged my naked flesh in a most sensuous manner.

Now she lowered her face and slowly started reaming my ear with her
flaming hot tongue. Her breath was like a vent from a blast furnace.
My entire flesh was covered in goose bumps and chills raced up and
down my spine. In a low sultry voice she breathed into my ear: "You
did wish for me in your dreams, didn't you?"

"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned.

"Good. That's one!" She breathed into my ear again and followed it
with her tongue.

I swear her tongue went clear through my ear canal and into my brain.
It felt like she was giving my brain a tongue massage from the inside.
I had never felt anything like it. Waves of pleasure and passion swept
through every part my body. I saw stars bursting in front of me. Eli
was screaming for release.

Then she pulled out and up. She moved forward and sat up on her knees
with her pussy inches from my face. She looked down imperiously at me
and said, "I have something for you." And then she lowered herself
upon my face.

I was immersed in the very pit of passion. This was the origin of the
aroma of the smoke. My senses reeled as I was engulfed by the smell
and taste of pure, unbridled lust. I forgot all of the technique of
proper eating I had spent years mastering and of which I was so proud.
I just dove in like a child burying his face in a bowl of his favorite
pudding. I smeared my face around in it. I licked, I sucked, I gulped
down the flow like it was the ambrosia of the gods of Mt. Olympus. My
brain was doing cartwheels in my skull. The visions from the smoke at
the bar grew more vivid, more depraved, and more consuming. I couldn't
control myself. I just kept mashing my face harder and deeper into her
cunt flesh. It was intoxicating. It was mind altering, it was like no
drug could ever be. And above I heard her laughing. It was the laugh
from my earlier dream.

After what seemed like hours of gorging myself on this feast of divine
decadence, She pulled up and away. She straddled my hips and said,
"Now it's my turn to get what I need." And in one swift sure thrust
she buried the full length of my shaft inside her loins. It felt like
I had stuck Eli in lava. Her juices were like liquid fire. Then she
began to ride me. This was not "making love" or even fucking. She was
screwing me with such wanton passion and force I was totally at her
mercy (of which, she seemed to have none). Up, down, side to side,
forwards and back. Faster and faster. I couldn't keep up. All I could
do was lie there and let her take me to places I didn't know existed.
And all the while she laughed that lusty, cruel, deep, captivating
laugh from the dark dream.

Eli was screaming for release. But every time he got close she clamped
so tight with her internal muscles that nothing could escape. She
somehow managed to do this without skipping a single beat. The
pressure grew and grew. My brain was frying. My passion kept soaring
higher and higher. I couldn't see, I couldn't think, all I could do
was feel. And I was feeling with my entire being pleasure like I have
never imagined. Finally, her muscles started a new motion. It was like
having my member stuck in milking machine. She was kneading me from
bottom to top in concentric rings of flesh. The pressure grew. Eli
began to pulsate and spasm. Finally, I erupted in a gusher of cum
harder than I had ever even remotely approached before. And it just
kept coming and coming. It was like she had turned on a faucet full
blast. I must have cum for five minutes and she just kept milking me
and laughing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was gasping
for air. But I couldn't stop. And even if I could, she wouldn't let
me. Then my brain exploded in pure ecstasy and then all was black.

I awoke after how long I don't know with her curled against me,
rubbing herself against my body like a cat wanting to be petted.
"Mmmm," she purred in my ear, "I'm still hungry." (interesting use of
words, "hungry," not horny)

"Oh baby," I said, "I'm drained. I need to recharge."

She moved towards my ear again and whispered, "We'll see about that."
And again began reaming my ear with her tongue. Like before, it seemed
like she went all the way to my brain and was licking it from the
inside. (I have got to learn this method of tricking the nerves of the
ear to create this sensation, I thought) Like before, this brain job
seemingly stimulated every pleasure center at once. Despite my
depleted condition, Eli grew even harder and larger than before. I
swear he was now 9-10 inches long and I have always been Mr. Average.
And his girth had doubled! As she continued this licking my ear or
whatever she was doing, she was making those sounds people make when
they are eating their favorite dessert.

Soon, she withdrew her tongue, looked down at Eli and said, "Ooo,
yummy!" And with that, spun around and swallowed my now monster dick
in one gulp while planting her cunt on my face in the classic 69
position.

She ate me like she had screwed me, with pure lust. I, like before,
forgot all my hard-learned technique and just buried my face in her
pussy. As I gorged myself, so did she. It was the wildest thing I had
ever experienced. No tenderness, no methodology. Just pure wild lust.
Her approach was awesome. Lips kneading the base, suction and the
insides of her cheeks created a velvet vortex, while her hot, wet,
long tongue swirled over every micrometer of my flesh.

As before, she wouldn't let me cum. The pressure would build and then
she would clamp down and cut off the flow. Over and over this
happened. Meanwhile, I was virtually drowning in the flow of her cunt
juices. But I didn't mind a bit. What a way to go! I was lapping and
gulping as fast as I could.

Then the eruption started. I exploded into her mouth. And like before
she began milking me but this time with her mouth. I kept cumming and
cumming. Stronger and stronger. Where was it all coming from. I have
never claimed to be a super stud. This was unbelievable. I lost all
control and just laid back and let her do me.

After five minutes of continuous flow, she had literally sucked me
dry. She slowly let me slip from her mouth. Even in my "evaporated"
state, Eli was bigger than he had ever been fully erect before. I was
completely limp. I couldn't have moved if the bed were on fire. She
turned around and approached my face which was totally drenched in her
juices. She started to kiss me, our first kiss. She opened her mouth
lowered it and seemingly swallowed mine. Then that magnificent tongue
slipped into my mouth and explored every surface from front to back.
And I do mean back. She went so deep she massaged the inside of my
throat! How long was that thing? Then she jammed it against the roof
of my mouth and, like the trick she did in my ear, made it seem like
she pierced the membrane and entered my skull. Once again, it was like
she was licking my brain, creating unbelievable pleasure. And once
again, she was making yummy sounds.

Finally, she withdrew and stood up. She wiped her face with the back
of her hand and said, "Mmm, delicious." Did she mean my juices, her
juices, or something else?

She moved towards the shadows and I said, "Wait! I don't even know
your name."

She said, "You can just call me The Black Widow."

"How can I find you?"

"IF you wish hard enough, I'll return. But, be careful what you wish
for, you just might get it."

Black Widow #3

Confused, Bothered & Bewildered

by Bull (scribe laureate to Goddess Tika )

I awoke exhausted and, of course, alone. What a night! I have never
had such a vivid or erotic dream before. I was kind of embarrassed. A
46 year-old isn't supposed to have wet dreams like a teenager. I look
at the clock and it's only 10:00 a.m.. No wonder I'm tired, I've only
had five hours of sleep. I check my machine and see there are ten
messages. I'm glad I unplugged the phone before going to bed! What
inconsiderate bastard would call 10 times on a Sunday morning? I'll
check them later. I get up to head for the bathroom, but sit right
back down. I'm dizzy as hell, weak and woozy. Shit, I haven't had a
hangover like this in years. I finally manage to drag myself in to the
john. I need to piss SO BAD!!!

I piss for an entire cigarette (about five minutes). Lordy! That felt
good. I notice a trace of blood in my urine. Great, I probably
stressed my liver and/or kidneys with all the booze last night. I'll
have to keep an eye on that. And man! Look at Eli! He's at least as
big as my usual hard-on and he's flaccid. He is also red and purple.
Must be one of those "soft-ons" I'd heard about. Blood and fluid
trapped down there while sleeping on your stomach.

I start to take stock of myself. I'm stiff and sore and have some new
bruises. Must be from that fall I took outside the bar. I didn't
realize how drunk I was. Then I notice the back of the roof of my
mouth is sore and rough. There's like a mouth ulcer back there. Weird,
I thought you only got those on the insides of the cheeks. I splash
some water on my face to wake up and notice a few more drops of blood
in the sink. I check myself out in the mirror and find some dried
blood around my left ear. I also realize that I can't hear the
bathroom exhaust fan out of that ear. Great! On top of everything
else, I've got an ear infection. I get on the scales and I've lost ten
pounds! Either the scales are messed up or I must be dehydrated from
the booze.

I stumbled into the shower, but it didn't get me jump-started like
usual. I was physically okay, but my brain wasn't clearing. I couldn't
sustain a thought. It was like a piece of my brain was missing or
something. Hangovers are like that.

I throw on some clothes and wander into the bedroom. The bed is a
mess. I go to make it up and find the sheets are soaked. Damn! I must
have sweated like a pig in my sleep. I also noticed a little blood on
the pillow from that ear infection. Then I catch the scent. Smoke and
sex. I recognize it as the smell of the smoke from the mystery woman
at the bar last night. I must have gone to bed without showering and
been covered in smoke residue. Wait, I thought I did take a shower.
Who knows? I was blitzed after all.

I never remember my dreams. I wish I could remember last night's,
because from the look of things it was a doozy. I hold the sheets up
to my nose for a sniff and as soon as I do, the dream comes rushing
back in perfect detail. Shi-it! Unbelievable! I broke out in a cold
sweat and my mind started swimming again. I looked down and Eli was
screaming for attention. He was huge! (at least by my standards) A
full nine inches long and 50% bigger in girth than I had ever seen
him. Damn, why now instead of with a woman? As I re-lived the dream I
went to "wrestle the weasel" but as soon as I touched him, Eli
deflated. He was still as big as when I got up but no longer
'functional'. Damn booze!

Next I checked my messages. The first eight are from last night's
date. Whiney notes about missing me, why did I send her away, why
didn't I call, how she loved me. Pulleeze! I erased them. The last two
were from my bimbo secretary/backup screw (36D-24-35, its good to own
your own company!). The stupid bitch wanted to know if I was coming in
today. She must have thought today was Monday. I went to get the paper
and noticed how thin it was. I opened it up and saw it was the Monday
edition. I had slept for twenty-nine hours, not five!

I phoned in and told my ASSistant I was ill and wouldn't be in. I
really wasn't sick, but I was in no shape to go in. All that sleep
partially explained the weight loss but why was I so tired? And
sleeping that long should have taken care of a hang over. Weird! Also,
I should be starving, yet I felt quite satisfied. But I still couldn't
clear my head or hear out of my left ear. Maybe I should go see my
doctor.

Driving to the doc's wasn't easy, what with not being able to fully
concentrate on my driving and having my balance impaired by my screwed
up ear. I normally spend some time flirting with his receptionist (a
real knockout) but today I just announced myself and sat down. For
some reason, she didn't interest me today. I was taken back to the
examination room and I got into one of those silly backless gowns.

Tiffany, a nurse's assistant who I had had a few times on the side,
came in to do the pr

[Dev Nul 23]

The Boutique
by Maurice Mickey Maschke

My wife had been working at this ladies boutique in Houston for about a
year. She knew of my many feminine fetishes and the major affect that they
had on me. On several occasions, when she wanted me to do something
special for her she would put on a fur and lightly stroke it across my
face several times saying "That's it, soft. So soft. You're getting lost.
You're getting weaker and weaker, aren't you?" She would continue talking
in this manner to me until I was so weakened and passive from being so
turned on that I would do just about anything for her.

Diane used this and many of my other fetishes on me this way to control
me, and to manipulate me for her pleasure. And always it was pleasurable
to me as well.

Well, one day she calls me from the store. She says that the store is
staying open late for an inventory and that I should come to pick her up
at 10:00p. I said fine, that I would be there then. She told me to not be
late. She stressed that, and got off the phone laughing.

When I got to the store the windows, all across the front of the store had
been covered with dark paper, with the word "inventory" on the front of
them. I went to the center of the doors and gently pulled them apart. As I
opened the doors I found no one around. I looked to the right and the
left. I called out, "Diane?" There was no answer. I then stepped inside
the doors and pulled them shut. As I did I heard a loud "click". I went
back to them and tried to open them again. They had locked on me. I was
now locked inside the store.

I thought that I would try and find someone. So I began walking towards
the back of the store. On my way there I passed the fur section. There,
laid out, hanging on the front of the rack, quite conspicuously, was this
calf length silver fox fur with bell sleeves and an oversized shawl
collar. I couldn't resist. I had to feel it. As I began to walk up to it I
could hear some voices coming from the back of the store. Just as I
approached the fur, the store manager, Charlene, came out of nowhere.

"It's really sexy? Isn't it?" I could smell her perfume. It was so
overpowering that I began to get lost in it. I could only summon a nod.
Then, before I knew what she was doing, "Here! Feel it on your face! Nice,
soft .. so soft! Yes, that's it! Get lost. Lost! Soft!"

She was caressing my face with the fur. I was falling under her spell. [I
didn't know it until later, but Charlene was a domme]. I was reeling, and
my c was getting so hard that I thought that I would pass out. I could
refuse her nothing!

Then, lightly touching my face with the fur, "Come with me." She then led
me back to a room in the back part of the store. On the way back to the
room we passed three other girls (Diane was among them),standing by the
register. There were all sorts of giggles and laughter, and some remarks
at me being lost and under Charlene's spell. I was greatly embarrassed,
but at the same time turned on even more than I was before. I became even
more lost under Charlene's spell.

Getting to the door of the room, Charlene took out a small key from her
pocket in the hot pink satin jumpsuit that she was wearing and opened the
door. Inside was a large room completely walled with mirrors. "Come in",
she said, leading me by the nose with the fur, caressing my face.

After I was inside, Charlene then closed and locked the door from the
inside. She began laughing at me, as she came closer and closer with the
fur. Over and around my face she rubbed the fur, telling me how lost, weak
and passive I was getting. I was getting harder and harder. I was becoming
weaker and weaker. I was truly under her spell. Then, she opened my pants
and took our my c. She then began to caress my c with the fur. Over and
over! I was so hard that I was going to explode. She then took out a c
ring and put it on me. Laughing some more she then told me that I really
wanted to put the coat on, didn't I? I was so lost and hot. I said but
only girls wear ladies furs don't they? She said "That's exactly why you
DO want to wear it, don't you?" She was still caressing my c. I was
shaking all over. I said yes.

She then told me to take off all of my clothes, every stitch, and put them
by the door. I obeyed. She then laughed again and began slipping the coat
over my shoulders. "You know that once you put this on you are going to be
a lot more feminine don't you?" I said yes. "You also know that once you
become more feminine that there will be NO going back?" I again said yes.
She laughed again and called me her little slave. She put the coat on and
pulled the shawl collar up around my face so that it was buried in the
fur.

"There now! (laughing) Now you look pretty and feminine!" Walking up to me
and teasing my c with the fur she said, "Now we have to figure out a name
to call you by. I know! Melissa. That's what we'll call you. We'll call
you Melissa! You want to be called Melissa don't you?" With her still
teasing my c, I said, with my whole body shaking, yes.

"Good. Now Melissa, I am going to go and get a few things. You are to stay
here. You may not take off the fur. You can play with yourself, but you
may not take off the fur, or the c ring. Understand?" I was her slave. I
said yes, Mistress. She then said "Good." Then, taking all of my clothes
(emptying the pockets out on the floor) she unlocked the door. She left it
open slightly while she threw my clothes into the trash. The girls could
just barely see into the room. Again there were laughs, giggles and
remarks. I was so embarrassed that my head was spinning. I was in a
trance. My c was so hard that I thought that I was going to explode. Then
Charlene came back to the door, closed it and locked me inside the room.
And there I was, trapped, and her slave .. A girl. I was lost!

About 30 minutes went by during which time I found my mind becoming weaker
and weaker from all that had happened. I played with myself and looked
into the mirrors at me. I actually began to see feminine traits to myself
as I stood there. The sounds of the girls outside the room just turned me
on all the more. There was a lot of laughter, talking and and more
laughter. Finally, Charlene came back in carrying a number of items. My c
was still hard as a rock and I was still lost under her spell. Seeing her
again, with my being naked in only the fur made my c swell even larger.

Charlene then came towards me and took off the fur. She then began cutting
off my sideburns, and plucking my eye brows telling me that we needed to
make my face just a bit softer.

Laughing at me she then began to put make up on me, including lip gloss.
Then She sprayed me all over with the same heavy perfume that she was
wearing saying "now that you look like a woman, you must smell like one
too. Besides, this perfume will help keep you under control." She laughed
again.

She then lifted a black satin bra and put it on me, lightly teasing my
breasts and laughing some more. Then some black satin crotchless panties.
After getting them on me she played with my c for a moment. "So soft. Yes,
nice and soft. Lost! That's it. Just get lost in it all." I was her
willing slave. I just stood there, shaking with my whole body her willing
tool. The she put on me a pair of black nylon crotchless pantyhose. My c
was sticking straight out in between my legs. I was hard as a rock and so
lost that I didn't know where I was anymore. She then pulled out a beige
camisole and tap pants. Putting them on me, she teased me over and over
with the soft satin of the tap pants. She made me model what I had on for
her. "Why Melissa! You look lovely! Oh yes! You just look wonderful! Now,
let's finish shall we?" I could only nod.

She then pulled out a pink silk poet's blouse with lace inserts on the
sleeves and buttoned it on me leaving it unbuttoned just enough so that my
camisole could be seen.

Next came the black satin pants. Pulling them on over my legs I thought
that I was in a different country. I knew that I was going to be
Charlene's slave forever. My c was sticking up and almost straight out,
pushing the pants out. Charlene played with my c through the pants saying
"That's right, nice and hard. Ready to serve! Melissa, you ARE turning out
nicely." She laughed again and put on some paten leather low heals on me.
Then she pulled the fur and put it back on me with the collar up so that
it would bury my face in it. Laughing, she then put on some earrings on me
and a gold chain around my neck.

She turned me to the mirror and made me look at myself. "Well, Melissa?
How do you look?" I replied that I looked feminine. "Well, certainly you
do. You're a girl, what did you expect? So feminine. That's right. You
look so pretty." Then she went to the door. "I've got to get just a couple
more things, Melissa." She said as she opened the door. Now just stay
here, and (laughing) stay clean and nice." She went out, closing the door
behind her and locking it again.

And there I was, trapped, lost, feminine, and her slave. As I looked into
the mirror, I truly did not see a man standing there. I saw a woman. From
being teased, seduced, hypnotized and lost I only saw the image of a
woman. As I began to walk around the room I noticed myself walking more
and more like a woman. There was nothing left of me that was masculine.

For another 20 minutes, or so, I was left there to look at myself. During
that time I became more and more feminine. I became Melissa. Suddenly I
could hear voices outside the door. My c got harder and harder! The door
opened and there were four women standing there. There was Charlene, Diane
and two others. Charlene went over and stood by the wall with Diane. The
two other girls came over to me and began teasing my face with the fur.
"So nice! Yes, Melissa, you look just wonderful! Don't you feel soft and
pretty?" They were caressing my face with the fur, and touching my c
through my pants and laughing. I was falling deeper and deeper into a
trance.

Charlene said, "But wait. We still have the collar." I looked over at her
with excited fear in my eyes. She took out a black satin collar with a
single ring in it. Coming over to me she placed it around my neck. "There!
Now we can put you on a leash!" And she and the girls laughed all the
more.

Then Charlene turned to Diane. "Well, Di. Now we have a slave, don't we?"
Diane, laughed in agreement. (What I had not learned until later was that
Charlene had worked her magic on Diane and gotten Diane under her spell.
Diane came over and connected a very slender silver metal leash to my
collar. "Come, Melissa." And she led me out to the register with the girls
following and laughing.

At the register, One of the girls asked me for my charge card. I took it
out. As she drew up the bill she said, "Well, Melissa, you'll have to get
a new charge card won't you honey?" And she laughed. Then turning back to
me, "Just sign it here darling." She said point to a line at the bottom of
the form. I didn't even look at it. I was so lost in trance that I just
signed it. Then the girl came close to my face. I could smell her perfume
mixing with mine. The smell was so intoxicating that I almost fell to my
knees. "Melissa? You do have something to sleep in tonight? Don't you?" My
who body shaking, I said no. My voice now no longer able to talk in the
deeper tones that I used to. I was using a higher voice. A woman's voice.
I said no, I guess that I don't.

"Well, honey. Come with me." She motioned to Diane who gladly took off my
leash. The girl lead me by the hand back to the negligee section of the
store. The other girls joined us there. She pulled out this long wispy
satin and chiffon negligee. Holding it up to me to size it, "Diane? What
do you think? I think it brings out her eyes don't you?" Diane loved it
and said that she thought that it would be wonderful for me to sleep in.
"Fine. Then it's settled. This one for sure. But wait? What about those
nights when you want to feel just a little bit sexier, Melissa?" And she
gently rubbed my c through my pants. I nodded. She then pulled out three
very erotic nighties. Two had bits of lace around the bodice, and the
third was all satin. She held them up to me and said, "Yes. Now these will
definitely make you feel sexy dear!" Laughing, she said "Now what else?"
She looked around the store.

I was led around the store picking up everything from hair remover, to a
very nice black felt hat and some black leather gloves. Finally, some
minutes later. "Melissa, I think that's about all you'll need for now. But
I am sure you are going to come back to see me real soon aren't you?" She
was rubbing my pants where my c was, at the same time she was caressing my
face with the fur. In a lady's voice I said 'yes maam'. "Good, I'll expect
to you see you here more often, darling." And she laughed again, with the
other girls joining in.

As we walked back to the register I could hear Charlene tell Diane and the
other girl, "It's so nice to take a man and turn him into a woman. <sigh>
I wish I could do that with every man who walked in here." And she
laughed. At the register I again was instructed to sign the charge slip,
again without reading it. And I obeyed. Diane then put the leash back on
me, and thanked Charlene for the wonderful job that she did with me. She
then led me to the front of the store. Unlocking the door, she then led me
out into the mall.

With each step that I took I became more and more feminine. I was
embarrassed with the passing of every second. I wondered if anyone would
notice me. People did notice me. But, from what I could feel, they were
noticing a girl and how nicely dressed she was. I never got the impression
that they thought that I was a man. Then it hit me. They were noticing the
leash! My excitement ran higher and higher, I became more and more
submissive, and feminine. I walked like a girl and talked like a girl. I
was a girl. I was Melissa.

Finally getting to the car, I was instructed to get in on the passenger's
side. I obeyed. Diane then drove the two of us home. Upon arriving home,
Diane said that she wanted me to show her how much I had learned about
being a woman, and submissive. She wanted me to please her. Taking off my
coat, hat and gloves, I got down on my knees in front of Diane. "Please
Mistress, may I please you?" "You may, Melissa, came the answer". I lifted
up her skirt and began kissing her crotch over and over. I continued this
for the next hour. I brought her to orgasm several times during that
period. Diane was completely satisfied.

Finally, she said, "That's fine, Melissa. Now I want you to start dinner
for me." I got up off my knees and obeyed. I cooked the dinner putting on
Diane's pink silk apron to do it.

Later that night, Diane had me shave my legs, arms, and all body hair
(including my crotch). Then she had me put on the long pink negligee and
please her again in bed. I was her willing slave girl.

The next day I had to go to work. Diane made me wear women's clothes under
my clothes going to work, just to remind me of who I was. And I did this.
However, this is where the story changes somewhat. Over the next period of
about a week, Diane lost her interest in having me feminine. I think that
she was having trouble being in charge of me or something. Gradually the
cross dressing went away. I pleaded with her several months later to allow
me to go back to it. She refused saying that she didn't like it (for some
reason). And later that year our marriage broke up. It is my feeling that
if Diane had kept me as a woman and her slave that our marriage would not
only have survived, but would have flourished as well.

Ever since that one encounter, I have searched for a domme fem who could
transform me back into Melissa and keep me there, as her willing slave
girl. But I have not found her yet. I shall keep looking however. One day
I just might be lucky enough to find a lady who understands the tremendous
benefit to having their boyfriend/husband turned into their girl slave. I
shall keep looking.

[Dev Nul 23]

Reply-To: an10...@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 20 Apr 1996 04:57:01 UTC
Subject: Breaking of Dan Newman Pt. 1 (femdom, mc, torture)

"Susan, honey, did you see that letter I wrote to CitiCorp? I'm
going past the post office. I need to register it."
Dan Newman's gorgeous wife, Susan, looked up from her book. "Don't
you remember, Dan, you sent that day before yesterday."
Dan looked incredulous. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, don't you remember we looked at some furniture and on
the way back we stopped at the post office?"
Dan sat down and rubbed his face with his hands. "What's wrong
with me, honey? My memory is just going to hell! Sometimes I get these
dizzy spells. Well, not exactly dizzy. It's more like I look around and
for a few seconds I don't seem to know where I am. It only lasts a second
or two."
Susan looked concerned. She put down her book and went over to
Dan. She kissed him tenderly and rubbed his neck. "Why don't you go see a
doctor? Your memory is getting worse, that's for sure."
At age 50, Dan Newman considered himself to be one of the luckiest
men alive. He had wooed and won the beautiful Susan Andrews, a former
first runner up in the Miss America Pageant and twenty-seven years younger
than himself. His career was prospering beyond even his wildest
expectations. His net worth was well over the three million dollar mark.
His health was excellent and he had taken good care of his six foot six,
two hundred twenty pound body. He looked nearly as good as when he was a
star running back at UCLA. But now this memory problem and the strange
spells.
Dan made an appointment at the McCully Clinic. They were
supposedly top-notch at diagnostics. They gave Dan nearly every test
known, including angiograms, CAT scans and MRI. They found nothing. All
the baffled doctor could suggest was that Dan was working too hard. He
suggested a vacation.
As a matter of fact, the reason the doctors found nothing was that
Susan had stopped putting the few drops of an amber-colored liquid into
Dan's morning coffee several days before he went to the clinic. She
started again after the exhaustive physical. This time she doubled the
dose! When Dan started having even more problems, she suggested they take
that vacation. She told her big husband that when she was in college a
sorority sister had something like the same problems as Dan. Susan told
him that the girl had gone to a small sanitarium near Big Bear Lake for a
couple of weeks and that she came back cured.
Dan exclaimed that he didn't need to go to some shrink who was
probably crazier than his patients anyway. Susan smiled. Dan's problems
became worse. In desperation he asked Susan to find out where the
sanitarium was. A week later, Susan drove Dan to the place. "Not so bad,"
Dan said as the car traveled up a pine tree lined road to a large rustic
building that looked more like a huge hunting lodge than a hospital. "Sure
is a long way from civilization," he went on. Under her breath Susan
remarked, "Yes, precious, as far as you are concerned, it's at the end of
the world!"
In the pleasant office, the director, Doctor Martha Bainbridge,
interview the couple. After Dan finished describing his problems, the
lovely fortyish doctor said reassuringly, "Not to worry, Mr. Newman. You
came to the right place. You were lucky that your wife heard of us. We
specialize in your kind of problem. Let's get right to it."
The doctor pushed a button and a very cute blonde nurse soon
entered the office. Her plump little ass was sheathed in a white, polished
nylon skirt and she wore knee-high, white kid boots that laced tightly to
her well-formed calves.
"Yeah," Dan thought, "this is my kind of hospital!"
"Come with me, Mr. Newman. There are a couple of really easy tests
we need to do. They won't take long, and then I'll show you your room."
When they had gone, Susan lit a long, white cigarette and took a
deep puff. Dan did not approve of her smoking. "Well," she said to the
smiling doctor, "it worked exactly like you said. I'm sure glad I met you
at the Janus Society meetings."
Martha got up and walked to Susan's chair. She leaned over and
kissed the lovely girl deeply. "That's where I recruit some of my
clients," she remarked. "There are other places in several cities."
"You're sure this will work?" Susan asked.
Doctor Bainbridge opened a leather-covered box on her desk and
took out a long, thin, Jamaican cigar. She lit it and exhaled a long plume
of smoke. "As I told you, darling, my success rate has been close to
ninety-five percent. It's because I select my clients very carefully. An
older man with a young, beautiful wife is always a good risk. When he is
totally devoted and has a high sexual drive, that helps. And oddly enough,
if he is very macho and places a high value on his reputation as a man's
man, it makes it almost a cinch. Nevertheless, I have had a few failures.
The just couldn't be crushed and put back together again. Their egos were
armor- plated."
"What happened to them?" Susan asked apprehensively.
"There wasn't much choice. We used some horrendous drug cocktails
and some terrible psychological pressures until they were hopelessly
psychotic. They're still here. Their wives don't even visit them any more.
It doesn't make that much difference. They are catatonic and don't respond
to anything outside themselves anyway. One can never really know what they
are thinking, if anything. Based upon my professional insight, I would
guess they are not suffering.
"I sure wouldn't want that to happen to Dan. It's true that I
would get everything he has, but I feel very warm towards Dan. He treats
me very well and he is great in bed. It's just that ever since I got my
masters degree in business, I have wanted to run a big business. As a
woman it takes forever to start at the bottom in a man's world. Besides,
Dan is dreadfully old-fashioned. He still believes a woman's place is in
the home. He keeps pushing me to get pregnant. The last thing I want is
kids. And, as you know, I have this thing about sexual sadism. The idea of
having the power to make a man crawl to me and lick my feet is so strong
that when I think of it I get positively wet. Maybe more importantly, Dan
would simply die if he ever found out I enjoy making love to other women.
I need it and I can't spend the rest of my life sneaking around. Sooner or
later he would find out. I really made up my mind when I met Barbie. I've
never met anyone who so closely thinks the way I do. I want her to move in
with me. She could help me with Dan."
Martha laid her hand on Susan's shoulder. "I don't think we'll
have any problems, Susan. You see that lawyer I told you about. He's been
submitting to me for years. He'll get the papers for you. Bring them back
tomorrow evening."
"I don't understand that very well. Dan won't sign those papers
tomorrow. It's way too soon."
"Yes, of course it would seem like that. It's the shock of finding
out what you are up to that will help push him over the edge. Remember,
darling, you have to be very cruel. That's essential."
Susan smiled wickedly. "How sweet it is."

CHAPTER TWO

Meanwhile the attractive blonde nurse had taken Dan to a small
examining room. He might have been a little suspicious if he would have
been more observant. Dan was preoccupied with that glorious ass that
seemed to be fighting to get out of the tight nylon skirt. He might have
wondered why the only other door in the little room was gray steel with
thick welded reinforcing straps and heavy steel bolts.
"I'll want a urine specimen later, Mr. Newman. Drink this. It will
tell us how well your kidneys are working. That doesn't taste bad, does
it? Now, take the robe and go behind that screen and undress, then lie
down here on this table."
"Was that stuff you gave me," Dan said from behind the screen,
"supposed to make me dizzy?"
"It does a little in some people," the nurse said reassuringly.
"It will pass quickly as soon as you lie down."
Dan emerged from behind the screen. He was a little unsteady. He
got up on the table with the nurse's help. Her floral perfume was very
exciting. He suddenly felt sleepy. He opened his eyes and shook his head
to clear it. He saw that the little nurse was already cinching down a wide
leather belt around his chest and arms. "What are you doing?" he mumbled
drunkenly.
"You seem so unsteady, I was afraid you might fall off the table."
As she said this she was pulling another leather strap over his thighs.
When he suddenly felt cold steel snapping around his right wrist he
protested.
"What the fuck?" he bellowed. He tried to pull his left arm out
from under the chest strap. The strong little nurse was over him in a
split second. He was surprised at her strength.
"Now, now, Mr. Newman, we mustn't fight. It really doesn't pay
around here." In his drugged condition she had few problems locking his
other wrist to the table. By the time she finished, Dan was profoundly
asleep.
The nurse opened Dan's robe and looked at his flaccid cock. She
lifted it and examined his big balls. "Oh, my, I am going to like playing
with that cute monster!" She covered Dan with a green blanket and walked
over to a wall phone. "He's sleeping like a baby, doctor. OK, that's what
I thought."
She hung up and wheeled the table to the steel door. She produced
a key and placed it in a keyhole beside the door. The steel door slid
quietly aside. She pushed Dan inside and locked the wheels. She then
turned off the lights and activated the door. In the pitch black,
soundproofed room, Dan began to snore.
Nurse Nancy went to the office. She took the snifter of brandy
that Martha offered her. "Boy, he's a big one, isn't he? In more ways than
one!"
"Have you been peeking again, Nancy?"
Nancy giggled. "Of course. I'm the resident expert on cocks and
balls, aren't I?"
"One can't deny your talents, Nancy dear. But you'll have to be a
little careful. The lady wants her husband back undamaged. She's not a
lesbian. Ms. Newman likes that cock. She says he knows how to use it."
"Shit," Nancy replied, "I was hoping she was a lesbian, like Ms.
Clarke." Ms. Clarke was the last client that came to the sanitarium with
her husband.
"I didn't say you couldn't work on his dick, Nancy. I just said
that you'll have to leave it in working order. We will give him a
vasectomy. You can do that." Nancy brightened up. "But no castration like
old man Clarke," the doctor said.
Nancy shrugged her perfect little shoulders. "Win a few, lose a
few," she said philosophically.
"Call Mia and Sandra. Tell them we will need them around noontime.
I just want to soften up Mr. Newman tomorrow before his wife comes in the
evening. A little pushing around, slapping, humiliation, that sort of
thing. You won't need me for that. Before you go off at midnight, give him
a hypo of 5cc of pentane and ten of five percent valium. I'll have the
night nurse give him the kicker at four."
"Oh yes, the old kicker," Nancy smiled. "Your own secret witch's
brew. What's really in that stuff?"
"If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it? By the way, Ms.
Newman swings both ways."
"Wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "God, what a body and face she has. Are
you sure she digs it with girls?"
"Sure I'm sure. That's how I met her," Martha smiled.
"I should have known," the cute little lesbian replied. She left
in a cloud of perfume. Dr. Martha leaned back in her big leather swivel
chair. She was happy and excited. She loved doing this to men. She
remembered how the male professors at medical school had treated the
female students. And the interns. They treated her like she was little
more than an educated whore. That was when she started her research on
altering the mind. She went back and interned in psychiatry with a
specialty in psychotropic drugs. She would occasionally get a chance to
give her little "cocktails" to male prisoners at the hospital for the
criminally insane. It was then that she discovered that the whole thing
came together when taken as a broad treatment with the drugs, intensive
and extensive pressure and sex! Sex was the catalyst. Not every man could
become an abject slave. He had to be very masculine, highly sexual and
very bright. It helped greatly if her were hopelessly in love with the
woman who would be his master. It was difficult if not impossible to
enslave an unattached male, but the doctor was working on that. If she
could get enough males to experiment with, she was sure she could succeed.
There were two transients locked in the basement right now whom her girls
had picked up in sleazy bars after the women were convinced the men had
good IQs.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning about 6:00 a.m., Dan awoke. He was still strapped
to the table. His head felt like a hot air balloon. It took him several
anxious moments in the darkened room to figure out where he was. He
strained against the thick straps. His efforts produced very little
results. "Christ," he said aloud. "I'm weak as a cat! What the hell did
that blonde bitch give me, anyway?" He laid back, out of breath from such
a small physical effort. It was the effects of the pentane, valium and the
diabolical doctor's special "kicker". A sudden feeling of fear and anxiety
passed over him like a cold blast of air. He shivered in the blackness.
This was also a result of the drugs.
The lights suddenly went on. By the time his eyes grew accustomed
to the bright lights there was a tall, brunette nurse standing beside him.
"Oh, Mr. Newman, it's time you awoke. How do you feel?" Dan
launched into a tirade of questions, threats and abusive language. The
nurse, who had heard all this before, calmly took his pulse and listened
to his heart. She took his blood pressure.
"You're doing fine, honey. Now it's time for some breakfast.
You'll need lots of energy today. Our therapy is pretty strong."
The nurse left and shortly returned with a large bottle full of a
milky liquid and several other objects. "Now then, doll, I want you to
drink all of this. It's a highly nutritious solution, very good for you.
We certainly don't want to let you get dehydrated. If you refuse to drink
it, then I will just insert this plastic tube through your nose and into
your tummy." She held up a large hypodermic syringe. "Then I will inject
the liquid directly into your stomach. It's entirely up to you."
Dan shook his head no.
"Suit yourself, hon. You won't like the tube. But I rather enjoy
forcing it down your throat. It will also convince you that we can put all
kinds of things inside you any time we want to."
She ignored his questions about where his wife was. She pulled on
skintight rubber gloves, then applied a jelly to the long plastic tube.
When Dan tried to move his head, she wrapped her rubber-sheathed fingers
in his hair and yanked his head back viciously.
"That's it, Hon, fight me. I love it!"
The cruel nurse then placed the rounded tip of the tube up his
nostril and began gently pushing it in. "It will be easier if you keep
swallowing. But it will go down anyway." This time, Dan did cooperate. In
no time, the tube was all the way into his stomach. She then filled the
big hypo from the bottle, attached it to the tube and squirted the liquid.
She continued until the bottle was empty, then slid out the stomach tube
in one smooth pull. She patted him on the stomach. "Does baby have a nice
full tummy?" she teased. "Might as well try to go back to sleep. Oh, I
forgot." She took a metal urinal and held his flaccid cock in her hand.
"Try to piss, baby. If you don't I'll catheterize you. That really does
burn."
Dan mustered all his concentration and managed to half fill the
urinal. The nurse held up the urinal. There was an evil glint in her eyes.
She held the urinal over Dan's face with one gloved hand and held his head
with the other. She laughed as she dribbled the entire contents of warm
piss over Dan's face. "Sleep tight," she said sweetly. She left the room,
locked the door and shut off the light. Despite his best efforts Dan was
flooded with fear. There was no way he could go to sleep.
Just after noon the lights came on again. This time it wasn't a
nurse who stood beside him. It was two very tall, very strong women
dressed in tight black leather jeans, leather vests, gauntlet gloves and
gleaming, black English riding boots with built-up heels. Their huge
breasts were bare. One of the women, who was called Mia, had ornate silver
shields over her breasts. They were held on by silver posts inserted
through holes in her long, meaty nipples. The woman called Sandra was
wearing a studded leather harlequin mask. Her black eyes glittered
ominously from behind the shiny mask.
The walked confidently up to the table. Sandra spoke. "This dumb
shitass seems to have pissed all over himself! You stink, animal!" she
exclaimed.
"Yeah, I guess we should clean the idiot up. Let's get him in the
shower."
The women seemed unconcerned as they undid Dan's straps and cuffs.
As Mia released Dan's right hand, he reached up and grabbed her by the
arm. She looked at him like he was a moronic child. She took her gloved
hand and easily pried his fingers loose. He just didn't have any strength.
"Boy, are you a dummy. Now you're going to get it!" Mia laughed.
Sandra undid Dan's left wrist and they pulled him to his feet.
"So you want to fight, big boy?" Mia asked. She cracked him across
the face with her gloved palm. She laughed and shoved him towards Sandra.
Sandra grabbed him, turned him around and bent his arm up toward his
shoulder. Mia slammed her fist into his gut. As he bent over she slapped
his mouth repeatedly. Then Sandra spun him around an punched him in the
balls. She let him slip to the floor then kicked hiss ass with her hard
boot.
"Still want to give us some more shit, or are you going to be a
good little boy and do what mama tells you?"
Dan didn't say anything. Sandra put her booted foot in his groin.
She pressed down hard.
"Answer the lady, fool, or I'll crush your little ballsies."
"Okay, okay," Dan groaned. He figured that he couldn't do much
now, anyway. Better he bide his time and see what in the hell was going
on.
The girls shoved him in the shower. The cold water seemed to
revive him a little. He dried himself while the women made disparaging
remarks about his big cock and balls.
"He's hung like a mule," Mia snorted.
"Yeah," Sandra replied, "but look how soft it is. With two
gorgeous ladies like us looking at his prick, you'd think he would get
hard. Maybe he doesn't like women. Is that it, faggot? You like men?"
"Probably just little boys," Mia sniggered.
Dan forgot his weakened condition and charged the woman with his
big hands outstretched. He would strangle the bitch. Sandra stuck out her
booted foot and Dan crashed into the floor. Mia kicked him in the ribs.
"He doesn't seem to learn very fast, does he?"
"What man does?" Sandra answered.
"You have a point, my dear. But this little fart can't be much of
a man. I mean he looks kind of big and hairy like a man and he has that
ugly worm like a man, but he fights like a girl. Shit, I have a kitten at
home who fights better than this turkey does."
"Oh, well, we know he can't fight. I wonder if he can fuck."
"Only little boys."
"Yeah, I forgot."
Sandra sat down on Dan's back and pushed his face into the floor.
"Now let's see if I got this straight: Whatever I am sitting on
neither fights nor fucks. Surely there must be something it can do."
Mia appeared to be thinking. "Hey, I got it. Maybe he can suck
things."
"What kind of things?" Sandra asked.
"Assholes," Mia suggested cheerfully.
"Great idea! Let's see if he can."
Mia slipped her leather jeans to the floor, leaned over the table
and exposed her naked ass. her smooth buns were hard and high.
"Okay, animal, on your knees. Crawl over there and suck that
lady's asshole." Sandra nudged him with her boot.
Dan crawled over and looked at the protruding ass. It was gorgeous
all right. But when Dan pulled her cheeks apart, he could see dark brown
smears where she had missed something with the toilet paper.
Dan was raging inside. Normally, he could have grasped these women
in his large arms and crushed the life out of them. Now he had trouble
just moving around. He was a proud and dignified man and the things these
women were doing to him outraged every sense of what he believed in. The
only remote glimmer of light was these women's bold and shameless lust. It
was obvious that these were women who had sexual desires and were not
ashamed of them. It was even more obvious that the intended acting on
their desires.
Dan hesitated too long. Sandra slammed her boot toe into his ass.
It hurt like hell. "You goddamned whore!" Dan bellowed, "I'll see you in
hell first!"
Sandra laughed raucously. "My, my, it seems the old bear is
growling. Funny you should mention hell. Men who haven't been there can't
really appreciate what it might be like. I've heard it said that Satan is
a lady."
Sandra went to a cabinet and took out a long, nasty looking cattle
prod. She pressed a button on the handle and smiled wickedly as the
dreaded object buzzed like an angry rattlesnake. She walked slowly toward
the man, pointing the device like a sword. Then she began pushing it into
every part of his body except his face, as he rolled and thrashed insanely
around the rubber covered floor. He made vain efforts to grab the
punishing prod, but the laughing woman would easily pull it away. After
what seemed an eternity, she stopped. Dan lay gasping and moaning.
"Now, Papa Bear, wouldn't it be easier to eat that gorgeous
asshole? I'm really surprised that you refused. I envy your position. She
hardly ever lets me eat out her shit."
"That's because you bite, you crazy animal," Mia giggled. "Now,
get at it, Papa Bear, or I'll have Sandy shove that prod up your ass!"
Dan struggled to his knees. "What the hell am I doing?" he
thought. "Get hold of yourself, man. It's not worth all this pain. They're
not asking you to cut off your arm. Save your strength. Lick the whore's
ass. When Susan finds out what's going on here there'll be hell to pay!"
Poor Dan didn't realize it, but he had just made one small step toward his
own destruction. A little chink in his armor had opened. The women would
eventually split it wide open and reveal the naked, vulnerable and
frightened man underneath.
He placed both his hands on Mia's wide hips and stuck his warm,
wet tongue into Mia's brown-stained hole. He gagged a little, but managed
to keep control. "Faster and deeper, Papa Bear. Let me know there's a real
man back there. Eat me good. Get every tasty little speck out of my
asshole. Oh, it feels good. Make me happy, honey!"
Somehow, Mia's unbridled eroticism was a little contagious. His
tongue penetrated deeper and he slashed it back and forth madly. The
woman's moans of delight and obscene instructions were getting to him. He
felt Sandra's sleekly-gloved hand reach between his legs and begin to
stroke his large cock. She was an expert. She knew exactly how to stroke
and where to probe. Despite the bizarre situation he was in, Dan's cock
had a mind of its own. It grew and grew into a rock-hard erection. Sandra
laughed. "See, Papa Bear, it's much nicer when you cooperate."
Mia turned around and grabbed Dan's head in her gloved fingers.
She pulled his head gently into her dripping pussy. "Eat me, big man. Make
Mia come."
Mia was already so hot that it took only a minute or two before
she moaned into a lovely orgasm. Just as she started to come, Sandra's
gloved hand gripped Dan's big cock and very rapidly jerked it back and
forth. He shouted as big spurts of pearly cum shot several feet across the
room.
Mia pulled on her leather jeans. She made sure Dan saw her as she
ground his still-warm cum under the sole of her boot. "Nasty stuff," she
opined. She sat on the edge of the table and extended the cum-smeared sole
of her boot into Dan's face. "Lick it clean, honey. I might slip and break
my gorgeous ass. Then you wouldn't have it to eat."
Sandra pressed the button on the shocker and advanced it toward
his face. Dan held the boot in his hands and gagged as he licked off the
cold, slimy cum mixed with the filth and grit of the boot sole.
About that time a nurse appeared with a couple of hypos. Dan tried
to scramble away, but Sandra and Mia easily pinned him onto the floor. Dan
felt the stings and burning sensations as the drugs were squirted deep
into his muscles.
The women exchanged pleasantries as though Dan were a chair that
could not hear. They talked about the nurse's new apartment, about a new
boutique, etc. Dan could feel the drug as it tingled in his brain cells.
The little bit of strength that had only just now beginning to flow into
his muscles began draining out again. A great, terrifying thought raced
through his mind. "My god, they could keep me like this forever," he
thought. He inadvertently let out a sob. The nurse looked at Sandra and
smiled knowingly. Dan was taking one more step toward the edge.
They took Dan to the shower again. After he was cleaned up, the
nurse brought a tray of food. "Eat it all, little man, or I get the tube,"
she commanded. Dan did as he was told. The slightly bitter coffee
contained a dose of Doctor Martha's "kicker". They would see how well he
tolerated the drug orally. His wife would give him a smaller dose every
day for the rest of his life! They strapped him back on the table for a
rest. "Later on you're going to get a real surprise, Papa Bear," Mia
smiled. They turned out the light and locked the steel door.
Perhaps two or three hours passed when the light came on. It was
Mia and Sandra. They unstrapped Dan and allowed him to walk around a
little to loosen up. They then took him down the hall to a little room. It
was empty save for two chairs. One was a heavy wooden chair with straps
for the chest, wrists and ankles. Dan was strapped to the chair, but his
right hand was left free. The other chair in the room was a comfortable,
black leather armchair.
The two women left Dan alone. About five minutes later the door
opened. Dan's beautiful wife entered!

CHAPTER FOUR

The tall, black-haired beauty was regally dressed in a shimmering
black leather trench coat, a black felt fedora, tall, straight black
gaucho boots and exquisitely tight black kid gloves. She was carrying a
tooled leather briefcase. A slim black cigarette holder with a smoldering
white cigarette was clenched between her flawless white teeth.
"Dan, dearest, how are you?" She sat in the leather chair and blew
a cloud of smoke in his direction. She listened patiently to the long,
raging answer to her rather strange question. He ended up by shouting.
"You're part of this, aren't you?"
Susan smiled. "Not a part of it, darling. You might say I'm all of
it. It is my idea."
"Why?" he asked in horrified disbelief.
Susan didn't answer. Instead she opened the briefcase and took out
a sheaf of paper bound together at the top. "This is a power of attorney.
It gives me complete control of your assets and bank accounts. You really
must sign it, darling."
"I will never sign, you little bitch!" he bellowed. "Not even if
they kill me!"
"How silly," she laughed. "I don't want you killed. I am quite
fond of you. You're like a big, old, lovable Saint Bernard. But big dogs
are such a nuisance if they're not properly trained. You will be my good
doggie, Dan. You will see how much fun it will be to fetch and carry for
me, lay at my feet and lick my toes." She smiled lecherously, "and make
that big dickey of yours hard when I want it."
While all this was going on, the lovely doctor was preparing. She
showered, dried and powdered her voluptuous body. She pulled on thin
surgeon's gloves and applied a generous coat of Vaseline to her waist and
groin, especially thick over her smooth, shaved pussy. She then stretched
a pair of flesh-colored, tissue-thin latex pants over her hips. At the
crotch of the pants there was a thick rubber pad with long rubber
projections that fit tightly over her pussy. The rubber "fingers" slipped
back and forth over her hard clitoris. She removed her gloves and put a
thin latex brassiere over her large breasts. At the center of each cup
there were two holes surrounded by similar little rubber projections that
gripped her big nipples. A one piece, milky white rubber dress went on
next. It was cut like a European nurse's dress. The tight rubber molded
erotically over her muscular asscheeks and over the rubber bra. She then
donned a thin, black rubber apron with shoulder straps. The apron had a
large scarlet cross on the front. At last she applied heavy, exotic
make-up and stretched a clean p

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From: JOHN PELOSO <JPE...@worldnet.att.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom
Subject: Re: Busted (FF/m BD Tickling Tease) - busted.txt [1/1]
Date: Mon, 19 May 1997 18:27:53 -0400

Supreme Overlord wrote:

I'd been blatantly staring at her; or rather her five-inch spiked sandal
dangling from playful toes for the last hour. I was unable to look away
from this enticing spectacle, entranced by the motion of her high arch, to
the curve of her shapely ankle. I was suffering the slow, delicious
torture only a true footman can know.

Sitting there, hypnotized by slender anklet she wore, mouth dry, pulse
racing, I lost count of the scotch and waters I'd downed. I had noticed
her immediately when she entered the club, every straight man had of
course. Her companions drew similar attention from the crowd as they
walked over to a table next to mine by the dance floor. The tall busty
blonde, flimsy silk dress straining to contain ample bosom, nipples erect
in the clubs air conditioning, first few buttons undone to show miles of
creamy cleavage.

Her other companion, the short, sexy brunette, hair cut short in a sexy
pixie cut, and dressed in a tight halter top, and stretchy hip huggers.
B-Cups making up for in perkiness what they lacked in size compared to her
more endowed friend completed by a strikingly gorgeous face. Her most
amazing feature became apparent, however, as she walked past with a brief
glance in my direction. Two of the most amazing tight, firm asscheeks
squeezed in to the inadequate garment, shifting naughtily with each wicked
step. A glance back in my direction gave her confirmation that I, as well
as the rest of the club, was watching.

But she was what caught, and held my eye, I felt my heart pound in my
chest when I noticed her. Here was the summation of all my fantasies
walking by in a perfumed cloud. Shoulder length auburn hair framed a
beautiful face adorned with deep green eyes that beckoned you to
surrender, relinquish your will to them. Reluctantly drawing away, I
followed down her perfect little upturned nose, to moist, luscious full
lips painted a seductive, cherry red, parted only slightly to show teeth
of alabaster. Following further down a slender throat to a full expanse of
china white breast. > Wispy silk dress unbuttoned just enough to allow a
glimpse of the small, but perky globes straining upward, no sign of a bra
was visible. Eyes trailing down past a narrow waist, and saucily flaring
hips, met with a hemline scant inches below what I could only imagine
would be Heaven. My cock leaped, and I choked on my drink as she bounced
past me with skirt flouncing, revealing the dark welt of a stocking top,
seams becoming visible, running down the silken sheathe encasing her long,
shapely, muscular legs as she passed. My eyes held captive by this silken
prison, I stared helplessly as she walked by, unknowing if she was looking
back, like her friend before her, and noticing my wide-eyed stare.

Following the seam down it's torturous path, along the back of her knee,
to her muscular calf, to the golden anklet encircling her right ankle, to
the final straw in my already crumbling composure. Spaghetti thin leather
straps of her five-inch high-heeled sandals lovingly caressed scrumptious,
high arched feet.

Since she was already past me, I couldn't determine if her toes were
lacquered the same shade of fire engine red as her long fingernails. I
could only see her delicate, high arch, lovingly bound to the shape of the
sandal, a wicked click-click sounded with each bouncing, self-assured
step. My eyes followed, transfixed by her perfect feet, encased in the
sheerest of silk. I noticed the feet, as well as her friends, stop near
me.

Panicking, I thought I'd been found out, and jerked back, knocking over my
drink. The trio looked over at me, and smiled, then after a brief
discussion, sat at the table next to mine, the red head directly across
from me, providing a clear view of her silk clad legs, and sexy shoes. Her
position betrayed ten toes painted deep red, barely concealed beneath the
wispy sheer silk. I watched, transfixed, as she got comfortable, laughing
at some small joke one of her friends made, feet flexing, ankle rolling
around confidently.

Soon, the waitress came over, and informed the ladies that several rounds
of drinks had already been bought for them, pointing to various leering
bachelors with an air of distaste. The three merely glanced in the
direction of each in turn, no more. The waitress left with there orders
and I resumed my vigil of my goddesses lovely silk clad feet. After about
half an hour, the men, emboldened by alcohol, began approaching with
various offers of drink, dance, and in the case of one hapless fellow, a
trip back to his place. Dances were rejected with a disarming smile and a
"Maybe Later", drinks were accepted, and the latter received a lapful of
cranberry and vodka, and an escort out by a wall sized bouncer for his
trouble.

Finally though, the more persistent of the wolves were successful, and the
trio went to the dance floor followed by every eye in the club. I watched
my goddess as she gyrated sexily against her partner, and occasionally one
of her friends. Short skirt flaring out to reveal the dark welt of a
stocking top, ten red toes beckoned me in the dazzling lights. After three
songs, (and four more drinks on my part), the ladies left three rather
dejected looking men futilely trying to conceal lumps in there pants, and
took there seats.

I watched carefully as she took her seat across from me, this time, slowly
crossing her legs in my direction, revealing stocking, a darkened welt,
and black stocking tops, as well as a black garter strap disappearing into
the shadowy heaven under her hemline. My cock surged tighter in my
trousers, a squirt of precum deposited in my boxers, my mouth going
suddenly dry. I looked up to see her looking me dead in the eye. A
mischievous smile came to her face as she noted my panic.

"Do you have a clean handkerchief?" she asked.

My mind raced, and I got dizzy in my chair as I stammered out some
senseless garble, and tried unsuccessfully to remove my handkerchief from
my jacket pocket. Smiling at my predicament, she got up, and took the
cloth from my pocket.

"Maybe you should stay sitting down" she remarked with a glance to my
swelling crotch. I nodded, barely aware of anything except the swell of
her cleavage under her low cut dress, and the cloud of intoxicating
perfume surrounding me. Returning to her seat, I watched in rapt attention
as she wiped the sheen of sweat from her face, neck, and chest with the
silk hanky.

"Thanks" she said, throwing me the piece of silk I silently vowed never to
have cleaned. I tried to fold it with nerveless fingers, and soon gave up,
stuffing it into my inner pocket.

Looking my dead in the eye, the smile returned, and I watched as her hands
traveled down her silk clad legs to remove the ankle strap of her sandal,
letting it flip free from her delicate toes. My shorts accepted another
load of pre cum and an audible groan escaped my lips as she began saucily
flipping the sandal, delicate ankle straps scraping the floor. I was
becoming completely hypnotized watching her high arch delicately flex, the
five-inch spike flipping back and forth. My cock was hard as steel, I
shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to relieve the pressure of a
downward pointed cock. Her friends became only giggling blurs in the
background, my goddess now had my full attention, my cock strained in her
direction. I could not look away.

"Why don't you come over and join us" a husky voiced breathed closely in
my ear.

I jumped in my seat, looking over to see the sexy blonde bent over talking
to me. Her moist cherry lips moved, in a fog, I heard her suggest I join
there party for a drink. I just nodded my head, swallowing hard as I
noticed the miles of perfumed cleavage she was displaying in her position.
I stammered out some reply when she placed her hand in my lap, and gave my
aching cock a playful squeeze.

"Maybe we should join you, I don't think you are in any condition to walk"
she giggled as I nearly jumped out of my seat, a clear satin surely
visible in my grey trousers.

Her two friends joined her, and took places at my table. The blonde, Sara,
took a seat to my immediate right, her hand back in my lap, skillfully
running hails up and down my inner thigh, right to the head of my engorged
cock, straining down my pant leg, keeping me right on the edge of a major
mess. The brunette sat across from me, introducing herself as Carol,
ordering drinks for the four of us. My goddess sat down to my left, facing
me, still dangling the sandal, this time, running the top of her silk
encased foot along my lower thigh.

"I'm Jen" she stated in a matter of fact way, draining a glass of wine,
running her foot along its torturous path with a wicked smile.

"You seem nervous" observed Carol as I squirmed under her friend expert
cock teasing.

I tried maintain some composure and answer some of there questions about
my name, job, where I lived with some coherency, but found myself babbling
something barely comprehensible each time, and returning my stare to Jen's
legs. The waitress returned with our drinks, and I immediately gulped half
in one draught. The scotch did little to soothe me, and to make matters
worse, I was really starting have to piss. My cock was throbbing, leaking
pre cum profusely into my pants now, my balls aching and bloated, and now
my bladder desperately needed emptying. I did my best to ignore my
discomfort, not relishing the idea of a walk across a crowded club with a
cum stained bulging crotch, particularly since every male eye was upon me.

The ladies helped me to forget most of my discomfort, or at least make it
bearable, as Sara's long red talons skillfully coaxed the pre cum from me,
and Jen kept swinging her leg, revealing more, and more stocking top as
her hemline climbed. Sara kept the drinks coming. At one point, Jen began
twitching her leg very playfully, and lost her sandal. Not moving, but
looking at me, she waited with a smile for me to retrieve the stray shoe.
Reaching down and retrieving her sandal, I bent forward to place it in her
foot when she lifted her leg, and planted her foot in my chest, forcing me
back in my seat. A sexy strip of pink lace panty was briefly displayed to
me before the delicate foot was placed in my lap to have the sandal
replaced.

It must have taken half an hour to redo the clasp of her ankle strap,
gulps of scotch being fed to me by Sara every few minutes, a few choice
comments about my obvious appreciation of Jen's feet whispered in my ear.
Finally, somehow the strap was replaced, and the ladies sat back, and gave
me a brief respite from their wicked teasing. Sara looked over at Jen, and
a smile of some secret was passed. Carol informed the waitress they were
done drinking.

We sat a while longer, holding a conversation consisting mainly of the
ladies asking very provocative questions about my sex life and I doing my
best to answer in an intelligible manner. As the conversation went on, my
need to urinate became more and more insistent, I shifted, and squirmed in
my seat in obvious discomfort. As the ladies were taking a break from the
more physical of their teasing, my cock began to slowly subside, leaving
behind a cold stain in my trousers. I waited, and tried to concentrate on
the more mundane of the conversation to allow my cock to return to normal,
and allow myself a trip to the men's room.

Just as I thought I was home free, my cock reduced to a thick, leaking,
but no longer painfully erect mass, I excused myself, and began to rise,
but was stopped before I could leave my chair.

"Aw come on Brendan, stay with us, and keep us company" Jen begged in a
little girl voice, her suddenly bare foot placed in my lap.

"You really shouldn't be walking around in your condition anyway" Sara
giggled as her friend carefully massaged my rock hard cock with her
stockinged foot.

"I'll be right back, I've really got to piss" I slurred, and placed Jen's
delicate feet on the chair between my legs, and tried to get up.

Before I was halfway out of the chair, my head began to swim, and my limbs
felt like they were lead weights. I slumped back down, and tried again
with even less success. I sat back, regaining my strength, the need to
urinate very much a reality now.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Sara cooed in my ear

I tried to explain that I'd had more to drink than I thought, but only
succeeded in a slurred mumble.

"It's not the alcohol doing this" Sara began whispering in my ear.

"I gave you a little something in your drink while you were helping Jen
with her shoe" she stated.

"Feeling a little weak?" Jen asked, keeping me right on the brink of
ejaculation with her perfect feet. I could do nothing but watch her
slender, high arched feet torture me at will.

"Why don't you go get the car Carol" Jen said, Carol nodding with a smile
got up, and headed for the door with a delicious shake of her perfect ass.

Jen signaled the waitress over, as Sara lightly blew in my ear with an
evil sounding laughter that promised I'd gotten myself into something I
might not be able to get out of.

"It seems kind of unfair to let these guys buy us our drinks, and not go
home with them." Jen began when the waitress came over.

"Why don't you let our friend here buy a round for the house" she smiled,
and reached into my inner jacket for my wallet. My arms like lead, I sat
helpless as a kitten as she removed it.

"Ooh, Amex Gold, I think this will do" she laughed, looking me in the eye,
handing my card to the waitress who gave me a knowing smile. I tried to
rise up, and stop her, doing a quick calculation of how much this would
cost me, but only succeeded in waving my arm limply to my side. When the
waitress returned with the receipt, Sara took my right arm, and put it on
the table, placing a pen in my hand, she made a quick squiggle, leaving
the waitress a large tip. She gave me a wink, and a cute smile, then
turned on her heels bouncing away in a very saucy manner.

"Time to go sweetie" Sara whispered in my ear as the two rose, and with
surprising strength, lifted me between them.

My hard on and dark stain obvious to the crowd, who had stopped to watch
the spectacle, I tried to resist, and call out for help from the bouncers.
My weak moans and ineffectual struggles were misinterpreted, however, and
they only smiled as we walked past, the cries from the crowd audible,
thanking me for the rounds, a few wishing me good luck.

Once we got out the front door, I realized how serious this really was.
Idling in front was a carpeted cargo van, side door open, Carol at the
wheel beckoning her friends. I struggled with more determination, my head
spinning from the drug, my bladder aching, only succeeding in pulling on
arm free from Sara who had been busy playing with my cock. Twisting behind
me, the two merely thrust me face down into the open door, and pushed my
legs in. Jumping in after me, and closing the door, the van sped off for
some unknown destination. I moaned weakly, and tried to roll over, but
Sara sat on the back of my legs, and Jen placed her long legs across my
shoulders.

"Hold still, this will only take a second" Sara informed me as she reached
under me, unbuckling my belt, and undoing my pants. Pulling pants and
boxers down past my asscheeks, I struggled futilely as Jen rummaged
through a small box, and handed something to Sara.

"Nighty night sweet prince" she teased, and I felt the jab of a needle
through my shorts.

I tried to move my arms, and roll over, but soon my eyes became too heavy
to remain open, and my ears were filled with a tinny ring. My last sight
as Jen removed one leg from my back, and placed it in front of my face,
was of her foot sculpted delicately by the fragile sandal, the gold buckle
at her ankle becoming a soft blur. All went black.

I floated peacefully, wrapped in the deep folds of the drug. My loins
dimly ached with a delicious need; the pressure of my bladder seemed
disconnected, apart from me, yet somehow part of my need. Scenes of my
seduction played through my head, I saw my three lovely captors beckoning
me, their laughter coming to my ears muffled as if through water.
Delicious sensations passed through my body despite a dull ache in my
joints, and the insistent need to urinate. Visions of Jen's silk clad feet
passed before me, yet I could not reach out and caress them as I wanted,
Sara's deep cleavage haunted me, silky, and inviting yet again my limbs
would not respond to my desire to caress her creamy globes. A vision of
Carol walked past, firm ass jiggling with each mincing step of her
high-heeled feet. My desire grew in my hazed slumber, soft hands caressing
my most sensitive regions, soothing, tickling, yet I was trapped in my
dream, unable to move, or even respond to my pleasure.

Slowly, I felt the weight return to my body, and sounds of women's
laughter became coherent. Opening my eyes, I moaned, blinded by the bright
lights of wherever I was.

"Looks like it's playtime" a strangely familiar voice whispered in my ear,
strong perfume wafting sexily around me. I tried to rub my eyes, but found
I was secured rather securely in an upside down V position. Wrists secured
together high above my head, and legs spread to their anatomical limits
attached to what felt like a metal frame. Stretched as tight as I was,
movement was restricted to roughly one to two inches at my hips.

"Oh you're not going anywhere for a while Brendan" the voice cooed,
running a long nail from the bottom of my rib cage almost to my armpits.

Nerve endings screamed at me as the liquid fire short-circuited my body, I
struggled, and screamed.

Which is when I noticed the gag.

My mouth had been stuffed full of some kind of spongy ball, which was
strapped in place behind my head. Not only was I going to entertain my
captors, apparently I they weren't going to be listening to me complain.

Squinting slowly to adjust to the light, the drug still blurring my
vision, a very bizarre scene met my eyes. Across the room, another man was
bound in similar fashion to me, quite naked, and to his obvious
displeasure, very erect. Two young women, twenty at most, dressed very
provocatively laughed, and moved around his helpless body, poking here,
tickling there, toying with his larger than average purple manhood as it
strained skyward. To his right, a young lady stood clad only in skimpy
panties, arms bound high to chains hanging from a pulley attached to the
ceiling, her legs spread apart, and chained to rings in the floor. An
older woman was talking to her, caressing her rather large firm breasts.
Two other men lay unconscious in the back of the room, naked, and
hog-tied. Most distressing, however, was the sight right before me.
Sitting in an elegant high-backed leather chair in front of me, dressed in
five-inch pumps (ankle strapped) silken hose, and a miniscule leather
dress, was my girlfriend, Laura. I began to struggle seriously now, words
of explanation intelligible through my gag.

"I don' think she's in the mood to hear it" the voice said, stepping out
from behind me.

Caroline! The bitch friend of Laura who'd been trying for months to get us
apart. Little love was lost between us, but their friendship assured I'd
see her all too often. Caroline had been a thorn in my relationship since
the start, a devout feminist; she took joy in belittling every aspect of
the male persona. The problem was she was attractive enough to be a
serious distraction. During the last trip to the beach to which Laura had
insisted on her friends company, It was all I could do not to stare at her
hard, firm stomach, and incredibly firm B-cups in a moderate bikini. I
knew from Laura that Caroline spent several hours a week in aerobics, and
light weight training, firming her body into the perfect weapon for use
against the men she hated so. She didn't have a normal job that I was
aware of, yet she always had ample funds, a nice car, and beautiful house.
Laura, in response to my queries only said she was self employed, and
would elaborate no further.

She walked around me clad in a flowery sundress and open toe pumps,
dragging long scarlet nails lightly across my belly as she did. An evil
smile on her face, lips glistening invitingly, eyes ice blue framed by a
short pixie cut of brown hair.

The sensation again proved too much, and I struggled helplessly as my all
too ticklish stomach was tortured by the soft caress of her scarlet
talons.

"You failed our test, and now its time to pay" she taunted, toying with
my navel, keeping me squirming.

"Nice outfit though" laughed Laura causing me to look down at my attire. I
was quite naked except for the soft leather cuffs, and to my extreme
embarrassment, a pair of pink, thong panties. Looking up at the device
that held me, I notice an IV bag hanging from the right side and a tube
going into the back of my hand.

Now the game was getting really scary, I began to thrash as best I could
in my still drugged state, not even succeeding in shaking the sturdy
frame. A cold sweat broke out on my body, I realized this wasn't a joke,
desperation became apparent in my muffled cries through the gag.

"You failed my test" Laura began rising from her seat. "I sent those women
at Caroline's suggestion to see if you really were the pig she says" she
finished, now standing right in my face.

I realized that in there heels, and me with my legs so far apart, both
women stood several inches over me, and used this to a psychological
advantage.

"Caroline was right, so you are going to be her property now, after she
has you properly . . . conditioned," she added with an evil smile, toying
with the bulge in my inadequately sized panties.

"That's right, you're mine now, and soon, after I've had a wonderful time
breaking you, I'm going to have to most obedient slave a woman could ask
for" Caroline breathed in my ear, Laura smiled and nodded her head.

"You see that piece of shit hanging over there?" Caroline began, gesturing
to the bound hunk, streaked with sweat from his struggles. "He decided to
cheat on his wife with our other 'guest' over there."

"Now he's going to pay."

"That's his wife over there teasing her 'friend', she has paid very well
for my staff to thoroughly break the both of them, and turn them into
complete slaves to her will."

"Normally, when I do this my 'client' wants possession of the victim,
however, in this case, since I was right about you all along, I get to
keep you."

"And I've told Caroline all about your special talents, as well as those
interesting little fetishes you have." Laura chimed in tweaking my nipple,
causing me to squirm slightly.

"And I can't wait to have that talented tongue of yours between my
thighs." Caroline teased; Laura had obviously told her about my love, and
talent for eating pussy.

Now as the drug wore off more I was really getting angry, I wanted to be
let go NOW, there was no way I was going to eat this bitch. I thrashed,
and screamed into my gag, flexing and twisting as best I could until I was
exhausted, sweat running down my body, my chest heaving.

"Ooh do that again!" Caroline taunted, running her nails through the sweat
on my ribs, nails trailing down to my satin encased cock and balls.

"Here let me help you," she said, running her nails lightly up and down my
ribs, playing me like a piano.

My body jerked as if hit with a cattle prod, I could only thrash, and
scream, my exhausted muscles driven further by ten devious scarlet tipped
fingers. I jerked, and thrashed, the frame giving no play, my body
stretched tight for their amusement. At last, she stopped, and I sagged
weakly against my restraints, out of breath and perspiring freely now.

"That was only five minutes, I've always wanted a ticklish guy to work on,
later maybe I can compare the results of two straight hours of tickling on
a man with the last time I did it to a woman." Caroline teased. "Of
course, the poor thing was in no condition to be of any use to me after
that, and I do have some plans for you. I'll have to see," she added with
an evil grin.

"Why don't we get started" Caroline began, Laura nodding her approval.
Lifting her dress up and over her head, to lay on a nearby table, she
presented me with her fantastic body. Bra consisting purely of black lace
contained her perfectly shaped little breasts, her flat stomach rippling
with nicely defined muscles, belly button just deep enough, strong thighs,
and nice calves ending in sandals perhaps three and a half inches high,
toenails cherry red and beckoning. What were out of place were her
panties. I expected string bikini, or maybe a thong, but instead she wore
cotton, 'schoolgirl' panties over slightly flaring hips, and a prominent
mound.

Running her hands down my body, she began toying with my terribly
inadequate panties, tugging at the lightly until the root of my thickening
cock was exposed.

"Hmm, this looks like fun, I think we might have to get you a little trim
though" she said, running her nails through my thick pubes.

"I don't think he likes my panties very much Laura, and I went through SO
much trouble picking them out for him" she laughed, beginning to toy with
the clasp at my hip.

Too weak to fight still, I shook my head, and did my best to express my
desire to keep the panties on. My pleas fell on deaf ears. After several
minutes of toying with me, she simply unhooked the clasps, and let them
fall away.

"The drug still hasn't worn off completely" she began, taking my limp, but
very long and thick organ on her hands and toying with it. "You won't be
able to get completely erect for a little while longer, but I really don't
have a need for your pretty cock just yet anyway. The other nice side
effect of the drug is that you won't be able to pee until it wears off,
but by then you should be pointing skyward, and we both know men just
can't pee with a hard on. I've even heard that really needing to piss gets
you men hard. Kind of a catch-22" she told me with a cruel grin, massaging
my full balls.

This information-hit home, my bladder, momentarily forgotten, was just
another part of the torture, having been reminded of it, my need to piss
returned ten fold. She was right, however, the pressure was causing an
almost pleasant feeling in my loins, my cock twitched lightly against my
loose balls. A shiver ran down my back as I realized just how cruel she
could be, the possibility of unimaginable tortures ran through my mind.

"I just love letting a man torture himself with his own body, and I've got
so much else I want to do to you as well" she said, running a forefinger
up the length of my cock causing it to twitch helplessly. I began really
noticing her body as she slowly tormented me, from the gentle curve of her
hips, to the full round globes of her breasts. I found myself unable to
look away as she continued her casual handling of my helpless member.

Ignoring my stare, she walked over to my right and pressed a button.
Immediately I began tilting backward, too tired to fight, I sagged back as
the frame tilted back onto a padded bed, or rather half a bed.

My legs lay on the steel frame and my upper body lay on a wide mattress
extending from above my head, to my groin, then separating in a V to my
knees on the outside of my legs. The inside of my legs open to my captors,
my balls actually hanging off the edge. Laura came over, and sat on the
edge of the bed by my right shoulder, skirt riding up to reveal dark
stocking tops.

Caroline stood between my spread legs, removing her sandals then facing me
and inserted her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them
over her hips, and down her legs in one fluid motion. The sight of her
neatly trimmed, thick damp bush caused my cock to twitch on my belly,
precum leaking out the tip. Without a word, she crawled up, and straddled
my chest. In this position, my mouth was mere inches from her womanhood,
hidden from my view by her dark triangle. Her musky scent making my mouth
water, my eyes glued to the sweet core of her femininity. Reaching behind
me, she unbuckled the gag, and removed it from my mouth.

My jaw aching with the sudden release of its cramped position, I opened
and closed my mouth a few times to ease the cramped muscles.

"Please Laura I begged, just let me go, you don't have to do this." I
begged, practically sobbing, eyes still drawn to the enticing spectacle
before me.

"I'm not the one you should be begging" Laura began "Caroline owns you
now, maybe she'll go easy on you if you beg nice enough."

Caroline only smiled, and slid back until she was straddling my semi-erect
cock. Catching it between the lips of her sex, she began sliding back and
forth, coating me with her wetness, my cock was soon slick with her
juices. A rhythm started, and I felt my balls begin to tighten, my load
starting to move up my shaft.

Then, without warning, she stopped, and moved back up my chest, this time,
drawing her knees up, and placing her feet flat on either side of me. This
position allowed me a complete view of heaven. Her dark triangle ended
just above a cute little clit surrounded by sparse black hairs, standing
out demanding attention. Her lips were lightly furred, and puffy, coated
in her womanly secretions promising intens

[Dev Nul 23]

[Dev Nul 23]

Subject: Celine Captures Carl/March Fantasy Story Contest
From: glo...@super.zippo.com
Date: 1997/03/11
Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom

Celine Captures and Conquers Karl:

An Office Fantasy

"Karl, this is Celine. Come to my office. Now." This is how it starts,
I think to myself. Your downfall at my hands and feet and evil whims.
Were alone in the building; Everyone has gone home and I've kept you
working until this late hour. I know you have to get home but I don't
care. I love being a bitch boss! I position myself sitting on the front
of my desk, reading a report, my legs crossed and my black 5-inch pump
dangling from my left foot. This is going to be delicious,I say to
myself.

You knock on the door. "Come in," I say and you enter. "Have a seat,"I
say, not looking up from the report. You sit uncomfortably in the silence
and I let you squirm until just the right moment. I watch you watching my
foot; you cant take your eyes off it as I swing it around and dangle the
pump. Back and forth, back and forth; it mesmerizes you. I let the shoe
fall and flex my toes and make several stabs at it with my foot before I
put it back on. I hear your breath catch as you stare at my beautiful
foot. I've got you now. I smile to myself but then look up and pierce
you with a disdainful stare. "So. You're leaving the company."

"Yes, Celine."

"You've been here for five years."

"Yes."

"I've been your boss for five years and you've never come to appreciate
me, have you?"

"What?" You're confused. Good, I love to keep you off balance.

"I mean, you don't like me, do you?"

"Well"

I cut you off. "I already know the answer to that, you idiot! You've
brushed off every my attempt to seduce you, as though you were too good
for me! I don't like you either, Karl."

"But"

I suddenly slap your face. You look up at me, completely surprised and
stunned. I slap you again.

"Stop!" You shout and try to get up. I slap you again and push you back
down in the seat. I quickly place my right foot in your crotch, pressing
my sole and heel down with great force into your cock and balls. You
wince and grab at my foot but you cant move it, groaning in pain.

"I'm not going to stop until I conquer you, Karl. I'm going to break your
will and make you my captive! You'll be putty in my hands! You cant
escape me because I know all your secrets and I'm going to use those
secrets to destroy you and make you mine! I know that you're wondering
how I could know, how I found out about your precious little fetishes.
Lets just say I've had a long time to work this out."

"No. Please, Celine," you plead.

"What? Pleading so soon? I haven't even gotten started! Try this on for
size!" I say as I take one of my pumps and place it against your face,
over your nose. You try to fight me off, but I'm stronger than I look and
you fail to pry the shoe from your face just as you'll fail to pry me from
your life. "Breathe this in, Karl. Breathe in the aroma of my feet and
with every breath you become more and more mine. I'm sure you know I've
worn these pumps and stockings for the past week because I've caught you
looking at my legs and feet. I know how much they arouse you and they've
got just the right scent that will drive you wild and begin your capture."

With resistance you take a breath and you are overwhelmed by the scent of
my beautiful feet mixed with the leather of the shoe. Slowly, with each
breath your body becomes less rigid in the chair and your hands fall to
your sides. "Hahahahahah! This is only the beginning! I haven't even
begun with the bondage or other surprises I have in store for you, Karl.
By the time I'm finished, you'll admit that Celine is your Conqueress!"

I shove my foot into your groin again and you grunt into my shoe. "Look at
my foot!" I command. You stare down at my stocking-covered foot as I
point the toes, arch the foot, spin it around. "You're a foot freak,
aren't you? I've caught you staring at my feet from time to time over the
years; sometimes I even wore specific shoes because I knew you'd get a
hard-on when I walked by you. Well, footboy, what do you think of them
now, now that they're controlling your breath and your manhood?"

I pull on your tie. "Get down on your knees, footboy." You slide out of
the chair with me still pressing the shoe over your nose. "Good little
footboy. Now, take off your clothes." You slowly take your clothes off,
your head down in humiliation. I reach into my desk drawer and pull out
several lengths of rope. You see them and your eyes go wide with fear.
"Why are you afraid of my ropes, little boy? Isn't this what you've always
wanted? Isn't this what you've been reading about in your little
magazines? Yes, I know about those, Karl! They've been most
informative!" I say. Naked, you stand to try and get away but I quickly
grab your crotch and give your hard cock and balls two squeezes. You get
a feeling like lightning running through you and you forget about running.
I squeeze again.

"You feel that? Its me, taking your will away. When I squeeze you or you
come into contact with my body, I steal away some of your power. Face it,
footboy, you're doomed! Hahahahahah!" I squeeze again and you fall to
your knees with a defeated grunt. I push you down on your back, take off
my other heel and trample your body. I crush your cock and balls under my
feet. I love the way they feel, all flattened out and squished under my
dainty, powerful feet. I cover your face with my feet, trapping your
eyes, nose and mouth. "You cant breathe without taking in my foot scent,
Karl. This is the scent of your captor and Ill rule you with it!"

"No. Please. Why are you doing this to me? " You grunt and groan beneath
my weight.

"Simply because I can. You see, you're my greatest enemy, Karl, and I'm
going to crush you beneath me. I'm going to devastate you with my will
and my body and my bondage and theres not a single thing you can do about
it! I'm too powerful for you, little boy! You've been too proud to
accept me and now I'm taking your pride and your power and making you
mine. You're finished!" I cover your nose again with my foot and your
eyes roll back into your head as you inhale. I sit in a chair behind you
and wrap my legs around you and squeeze. My legs are like pythons,
crushing the life out of you. At the same time I reach down with my feet
and capture your cock between them and squeeze. You moan and thrash,
trying to get away but my strength is too much for you. Between my mighty
thighs and feet you are completely overcome.

"You're crushing me," you gasp.

"Whats the matter, Karl? Feeling a little helpless? You have no idea how
much I've dreamed about this! How much I've planned and plotted for just
the right moment to trap you and dominate you with my legs and feet."
With one last squeeze from my thighs and feet, I let you go and you slump
to the ground. I roll you over onto your stomach and take a length of
rope and tie your hands behind your back and then tie your elbows
together.

"Please, Celine," you plead. "Don't."

I laugh and tie your ankles together, then your knees. I roll you over on
your back and give your cock and balls another squeeze. Your body jolts
as I leech more or your strength away. I take a thin rope and begin at
the base of your cock and tie it up, criss-crossing the coils so that your
cock looks like one of those roasts tied up in the butchers shop. All the
while you get weaker and weaker. "Resistance is futile, Karl. You cant
stop me and soon you'll be mine." Soon you're completely bound, hand,
foot and cock. You cant move a muscle but your cock throbs in its
bondage. You're caught in my rope web. You struggle against the ropes,
trying to break free. "Oooohh!" I sigh with satisfaction. "Please
struggle! It gets me excited to watch your helplessness. You know you
cant get away but you try anyway! Very good, little boy. The more you
struggle, the greater my victory. I've waited a long time for this,
Karl."

You moan and squirm but you cant go anywhere with your limbs wrapped in my
ropes. I grab up another length of rope and wrap it around your ankles
then tie it off to your wrists. "You're from Texas so you should
recognize a hog tie, right?" I laugh and tease. I push you on your side
and gaze at my handiwork. You're so tightly tied in my inescapable
bondage but your cock is standing straight out. I take my
stocking-covered feet and rub it. Again your body jolts. "How does it
feel, my little captive, to be overcome and completely trapped in my
bondage? How does it feel when I touch you with my beautiful feet and
drain more of your power from you?"

Your struggling lessens as I rub your cock some more with my feet. "These
feet have you in their power, don't they, my little footboy?" I ask as I
shove them in your face and you inhale more of their essence.

"Poor little Karl, trapped in Celines ropes, unable to move or stop her
from driving you insane with her feet!" I tease. I give you another foot
show, pointing my toes inches away from your face and you struggle to
nuzzle against them groaning in frustration when you cant reach them. I
laugh at you. "I've got you now, you little foot slave!"

Suddenly, you try to pull away, whimpering "No. Help."

"Theres no help for you, my little captive," I say. I wave my feet over
your face again and drawing you back into my spell. You again try to
reach them, to nuzzle against them. "No help and now no hope, because now
its time for piece de resistance." I reach down and pull off my panties.
"Now pay attention, Karl, because here comes your doom. After this you'll
be mine forever." I wave the panties over your face and you catch a whiff
of my feminine power. Your body shivers because you instinctively know
that if I make you inhale that scent, you'll be lost. I know this too.
Your struggles increase but to no avail as the ropes tighten. "Did I
mention that if bondage was done right, it tightens whenever you struggle
against it? Sorry for that oversight. But, please, continue trying to
prove me wrong!" You do just that but you still cant escape my ropes.

I take the panties in one hand and the back of your head in another. "This
is it for you, Karl. Your freedom ends right here." I shove the panties
in your face. You try to hold your breath, but I crush your cock with my
foot and you gasp. I see your eyes widen in disbelief as you inhale my
scent; you cant believe whats happening to you as you breathe in more and
more of me. Its as if hundreds of thousands of ropes suddenly tighten
around each and every muscle of your body including your heart and lungs.
You feel the web tighten over your mind, too. Your body stiffens even
more and I hear you whimper "No, no, no." "Oh, yes," I reply and hold the
panties tighter over your nose. "Do you feel it? My scent is
overwhelming you, robbing you of your will, smashing your resistance,
crushing your desire for freedom! You cant stop me. You're helpless
before me - powerless. Your mind and body are becoming mine to control.
You're at my mercy, Karl. And guess what? I don't have any mercy, not
where you are concerned!"

With a final cry, your body goes limp but your cock remains hard,
straining against the bondage I've put it in. "You thought you could
escape Celines irresistible power all these years, didn't you, my little
captive?" I tease you. "But the outcome was never really in doubt. And
now you're helpless and at my feet - right where you belong, right where
you're going to stay. Forever!" I remove the panties from your face and
smile down at you. Your eyes are half-closed are glazed over and your
head hangs in utter defeat. "Do you have anything you'd like to say,
Karl?" I lightly drag my cum-soaked panties back and forth over your
nose; you inhale deeply.

"Iamyourhelplesscaptive, Celine." Your head slumps back down in complete,
grinding humiliation and defeat.

I laugh in victory. You are mine. Forever

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[Dev Nul 23]

The ceremony (STORY: psychological, minor erNo responses
gio...@falcon.cc.ukans.edu Tommy

Last Saturday, the women were out on the town and they left the
guys at my wife's place, to drink beer and talk guy talk.
" -- and I say we shoulda beat Orlando, Shaq or no Shaq. If that
idiot on the sidelines had actually designed a few decent plays and
taken out that old man Ewing, we'd've been on top," Jimmy pontificated.
"The Knicks won't get anywhere since they let go of Captain Cool.
That game served them right. And Ewing is the only thing going for
New York these days, he was the only guy who scored over 20," retorted
Tom.
"Say, speaking of 'on top', I wonder what it'd be like."
"You may not believe this, but before we were married, we were very
vanilla," I said, punctuating this revelation by knocking back the
rest of my beer.
Tom laughed out loud. "Rachael? This is the same Rachael, right?"
I grinned as I went to the fridge. "Yep, we were your average,
normal couple... you might know the bit: I take her to the movies,
I take her to dinner, I take her to Broadway --"
"And then you take her. Yer full of shit," Jimmy concluded.
"As farfetched as it seems, I kid you not. It seems like it was
from a previous life," I added thoughtfully, grabbing another Bud.
It was true. At one time, I was taking out women. At one time, I
set up the plans and picked up my girlfriends... Rachael, even. At
one time, I was my own master.
How could a man's life become so turned on its end in such a short
time, I wondered. What kind of power can completely subjugate a man
who cherishes his independence, and make him its own? What force does
it take to completely strip a man of all self-direction and impose
another's will upon his? Like the Dax character on Deep Space 9,
another being invaded and took me over to the point where I could no
longer survive without the being. It shaped me, combining my old self
with her will to make me ... complete. But unlike Dax, who was born
and bred just for such a thing to happen, I had no idea in the old
days of my destiny, of what I was to become. I had no idea... but
Rachael did.
"So, how did it change?" Jimmy asked gently.
I came back to reality. I must have thought forquite some time,
because all of them were looking at me with not a little concern.
I sighed.
"As I said, it was very vanilla before we were married. Even when
we, ah... even when we, you know...." I could feel my face on fire.
"Oh, come now, they won't be back for an hour. Let's hear it," Tom
said with a big shit-eating grin. The others leaned forward.
I looked around, half expecting to see HER leaping out of a corner.
What they wanted me to talk about.. if she found out! It is best not
to think of such things.
"Alright. Even in the, uh, bedroom, it was vanilla. You'd think
she was June Cleaver being boffed by Ward --"
We laughed for a good five minutes over that. Maybe we were so
giddy because all of us were in very dangerous waters for discussing
such things. If even one of THEM found out, they'd all soon know, and
every one of us would be... disciplined.
I stopped laughing and hurried on. "Anyway, you'd think that, if it
wasn't for the glint in her eyes. Even while we were doing the
missionary, I sometimes looked down and saw this dangerous glint in the
corner of her eyes, almost as if she were plotting something. I can't
really describe it better than that, although I still sometimes torment
myself about it for days. Maybe even then she knew what was to come,
and was merely biding her time, like a bandit tempting a traveller into
an ambush." I leaned back in my chair and drank from my beer.
"So she got no pleasure from it?" Tom asked, shocked.
"Of course she did. Well, she enjoyed the act, if that's what you
meant. But that's all it was, really. She hid what she really wanted.
Now I know she was hiding it until there was no escape for me." I
grinned.
"Anyway, we of course got engaged, my parents were pleased as punch
because they thought she was such a sweet and pretty girl. We had this
big ceremony with horse-drawn carriages, flower girls... the works.
Afterwards, the limo took us to the Waldorf for our first night before
leaving for the honeymoon the next day."
"Big spender," Drew cut in. "When Jalene and I got married, she set
it up so --"
"We KNOW, ya little prick. We only saw the whole goddamn thing,"
Jimmy remarked. "Did you ever get the glue out of your hair?"
"Yes, but not out of my heart. Say, I oughta pound you good for
that 'prick' comment -- "
"Shut up, the two of you! Lemme speak," I said.
"So there I was, carrying her across the threshold. I was laughing
the whole time, hell, it was the best day of my life. But Rachael...
she just grinned her secret grin as I carried her into the room. It
was like she was saying, 'Ok, I hope you had fun playing your little
game because it's over now.' Not that I was thinking about it at the
time. I should have though." I shrugged.
"I lay her down on the bed and started shucking off my tux just as
fast as those damn things can come off. I had this idea that I'd get
ready, and then get on top of her, rip off her gown and do her.
"Ha! I was so naive..." My eyes unfocused. I was no longer
sitting at my kitchen table; I was in a suite at the Waldorf, facing
Rachael in truth for the first time.

"She gets off the bed and walks to me with the same smirk on her
face, and I stop giggling. Something's amiss! I look into her eyes
and see the glint that I've seen before. Too late, I realize the
ambush has been sprung... I know now what the rabbit feels in the
final seconds before the hawk swoops it off in her talons.
"One solid push and she has me on the bed. 'Well, she just must
be really horny,' I think with unease. Next thing I know, she is
on top of me, gown and all. I laugh and try to put my arms around
her...
"But I can't! I'm pinned! She has me pinned down to the bed!
"I struggle and attempt to squirm my way out of her grasp, but I
can't! The way she has me down, I can't budge an inch. The gown
hides how she's holding me... but then I looked in her eyes.
"Her eyes capture mine and hold them far more securely than she
could hold me down physically. Suddenly, I feel my will seeping
away...
"No! It isn't supposed to be like this! I hate myself for
getting in this situation, and I renew my struggles. I sense this
is giving her more pleasure, although she hasn't spoken a word since
we got into the room.
"The fingers of real fear begin caressing me. That and... thrill.

"'Thrill?' I think. 'This is insane!'
"'Rachael, what are you doing?' I ask.
"Her grin vanishes, her grip tightens. It is a contest of wills,
and I feel myself losing. No! This must be a test, yes, a test on
her part to see if I'm a "real man," stronger than her. I cannot
lose! If only I had paid attention before when we had sex! If only
I had taken more notice of her eyes!
"Her hips rub against mine, playfully, tauntingly, and I feel
myself stir involuntarily. Again, the same thrill that I now realize
I had never let myself feel in my life.
"She feels the movement, and her smirk returns. I had given up
my struggles with her, but she could see me struggle with myself.
"To submit to her will on this night, our wedding night. The
thought was, well, unthinkable. But why can I feel myself letting
go? Why do I feel the way I do? If I give in, she would surely lose
all respect for me. This is her test, and if I fail, we'd have a
short, unfaithful marriage at best! I agonize.
"But looking in her eyes, her deep aqua eyes, I realize this is
not the case. She has known parts of myself that I had never known
about.
"No, that's not it. I had simply refused to acknowledge them.
"The only way I can be happy is if she is happy. That I now know.
Before, I was merely living a charade.
"Her hips rub harder against mine, now that she feels my
resistance giving. She even lets go of my arms, and removes her head
dress.
"And with one shocking movement, she rips it in two!
"I know what is coming. Now is my last chance to fight. She
gloats above me, knowing victory is coming.
"She would not lose respect for me; she'd only gain some.
"Rachael is the type who had all of the men in New York chasing
after her. She enjoyed nothing better than leaving rows of broken
hearts behind her, or so it seemed. When she accepted my ring, I had
to wonder why she chose me. Not that I'm some ugly fuck... but there
are guys with bigger muscles, faster cars, and fatter wallets.
"Now I know. She looked into my soul and found what she wanted.
And she knew what I wanted even before I did.
"Although my mind is still in turmoil, I decide to trust her, rely
upon her. I look up at her and smile.
"And she smiles back, the most beautiful smile I have seen in my
life. Earlier, I had felt she was either a shallow harpy, or a
psycho. But the horror I feel for having thought such thoughts wilts
under her radiance.
"The remnants of her head dress bind my arms to the bed. I try to
free myself -- it is expected -- and I cannot get free. Meanwhile,
she is freeing my body of my tuxedo. What she cannot take off without
freeing me, she rips off.
"Now she is hovering over me, her lips near. 'Anything you wish
to say before I make you my own?' she whispers gently.
"I note that her panties had somehow gone from under her gown to
one of the bedposts.
"I shake my head, and she mounts me. Gown and all.
I feel myself inside of her. This time, however, I am not like
a crude barbarian invading her holy temple. No, I am an acolyte,
taken in and led by hands that are soft yet strong.
My pleasure is the pleasure of the Goddess of the temple, and that
is all I need to know.
I buck, and I hear her moan, and true ecstasy flows through me,
ecstasy that I never have felt in my life, she rocks on me, her gown
covers my chest and my legs. Surely, it must not be comfortable in
that get-up, I realize!
It is part of the ceremony, I know in a vague way, and it pleases
her, it satisfies her in some fundamental way I could only begin to
understand.
Her hands roam across my body, hers now, feeling, inspecting. The
fear that came to me earlier is still there, and she feels me tremble.
I could not help it, and I hate myself for it. Gently, she gyrates,
and she invites me to look in her eyes, and I do, I feel the cool blue
wash over me, purify my soul.

I came back to the kitchen table with a start. "Woah! I kinda went
on, didn't I."
Tom was lost in a differant world, not seeing. Jimmy was shaking
his head wistfully. And, I noted with some chagrin, Drew had been
jacking off under the table!
"Uh, I'm going to go get myself a beer," I say.
"For me, it was differant," Tom said. "I kinda let her know how I
felt about such things... ya know, gender roles... and surprise, that's
exactly how she felt too! So it was really easy for us."
Actually, I reflected, Tom's wife was mainly playing top because he
wanted her to. She'd have been just as happy on bottom... in that
relationship, who is serving who, exactly?
Which is the beauty of my mistress. She would have never taken a
guy who came out and ASKED to be dominated... no, she had to seize
control herself, make the guy want to be dominated, exploit long-
hidden feelings. I still have a feeling that for Tom, it's just
still one big kinkfest with no emotions attached. Maybe --
Ah, I'd think about such things another time.
And the conversation turned back to the Knicks.

[Dev Nul 23]

Archive-name: chastity-belt

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"The Chastity Belt", a fantasy by D. Glenn Arthur Jr.
Copyright 14 April, 1993
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Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I'd
expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it,
saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion
to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself
that it couldn't be all that bad, especially since I'd know it would be
removed eventually. I hadn't realized how frustrated I could get, or that
frustration could actually drive me to tears.

"I really want you to do this," she'd said. "I want to know that you're
this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be
your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long
time without a break."

"You mean you want to test me," I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or
not.

"Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to
be committed to being my slave? Do you really know that you won't get
bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I'll love you
even if you're not my slave, but if we're going to try to be serious about
this D/s thing, I do want to know it's going to work. So yes, I am saying
I want to test you."

"Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean, admittedly the
idea has intense fantasy potential, but ..."

"Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked
up." She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in
my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. "I'd enjoy," she
drew out the word 'enjoy' deliciously, "I'd enjoy knowing just how
frustrated you were getting. I'd love knowing all the time, even when
we're apart, that you're my slave and that you're suffering for me." She
was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned
on does things to me.

"What if I can't take it?" I asked nervously. "And does the chastity belt
really work like they say? I mean, is it really practical for wearing
such a long time?"

"I'll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take it off, we can.
But I really want you to wear it the whole year."

We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread all my old
wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices. She made sure I
knew how much the idea excited her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed.
That night she locked the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.

It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I
couldn't free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the
harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months. Fear
mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and
with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the
device and lock it on my body.

That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our
lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made
tender love to her with my hands and my tongue. It was frustrating not to
be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the
kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage. "This isn't so bad," I
thought, "This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know
the end date."

Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so much fun, but it
wasn't too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the
chastity belt easier to bear. I got used to washing with it on, managing
to get enough soapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got used to
the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly, oh so slowly, started
becoming less self-conscious about it. I got used to sitting down to pee.
And I got used to seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked in
the mirror or looked down at myself.

I almost convinced myself that I really didn't mind pleasing her without
being able to take the same kind of pleasure. I almost convinced myself
that the feel and taste of her pussy when I went down on her, or the
wonderful sounds she made, didn't have to result in my dick painfully
trying to get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped as my
penis by my lack of release. Almost.

After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. "I'm not sure
whether I can stand this, love."

"Oh, is it really that bad? You've gone longer without sex before,
haven't you?"

"Well yeah, but I could masturbate then."

"Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can master your
desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?"

I gulped. "I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez, this is
starting to drive me crazy!"

After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I was also
constantly trying to think of ways I could get even a little stimulation
on my cock. I was sure that the slightest touch there would trigger
release.

"Dear, I really don't want to unlock you yet, but it's not fair that you
do all these wooonderful things to me and I'm not doing much back. Hmm.
How do you feel about being fucked in the ass?"

Desperate for anything, I said, "Yes, please Mistress!"

"Honey, I want to hear you beg for it."

The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the lube in my
ass! And when she started pushing the strap-on against my opening, I was
in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight! As she fucked me, my pleasure built
and built ... and so did my desire for more, more, more. But never
release. My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become
erect. At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of
sensations.

Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and
ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it. And I actually
howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And a month and a
half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in
frustration again, I knelt before her and begged her again to please fuck
me in the ass. And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come
crashing down again, weeping and thrashing in frustration.

She'd given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make
our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I'd agreed to them.
Our relationship was getting a little more intense.

The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made me wait a
week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg. Oh, I still got to
touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and
nibbled. And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and
desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or
went too fast.

Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work. I was
shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass.
That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound.
I got a few raised eyebrows, and one or two kind comments. The real
teasing didn't start until Tuesday.

The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying
"Property of...". It's only come off when I've had to wear a tie since
then.

"Mistress, I don't think I can take this any longer! I'm going mad, I'm
so frustrated, I mean sometimes it's just so intense and fantastic and
exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can't get hard and it gets
frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I
love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I'm not sure I'm
strong enough to take this."

"Oh, but you don't have to be strong enough, darling. That's what the
lock is there for." She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my face so
tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her every word. "I
really want you to do this for me. Do you think you can manage now?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, much calmer, "I think I can. Please forgive me
for ... my weakness."

"Oh, honey, I know it's not easy. It's not supposed to be easy. Knowing
how hard it is for you, knowing that you're suffering excites me." I
swallowed and she continued. "As a matter of fact, I'm excited now, and I
think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again."

Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was
ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking
me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn't have to beg,
and in some ways it made the frustration a little easier to bear, but in
other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I
think she knew exactly what she was doing.

New rules ... I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever
she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well, if she'd wanted
to she could have done that earlier. Still, by then it was a lot easier
to get into the mood when she decided she wanted me. At first it was just
another neat dimension to our game. Eventually I started feeling that I
no longer had any rights to my own body. That was both scary and
fantastic. And the frustration continued.

In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming to grips
more with my situation. I got better at handling the frustration, better
and not letting it get in the way of my enjoyment of pleasures sexual and
otherwise. Perhaps knowing that most of my "sentence" had passed helped.

The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started
wearing it around her neck. "The year's almost up," she'd say, "and it
looks like you've passed my test. Are you glad? Are you happy to know
you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?"

Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful for her reminder that though my
year of chastized hell was nearly over, it was not the ending of the
dominance I loved, but the marking of our knowing it would endure.

But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be
removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I'd been waiting a
year for. How I longed to thrust deep into her and feel her warm cunt
gripping my shaft. I could afford to let myself think these thoughts, now
that the time of my release was in sight. Every time I saw the key
dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much harder than I'd
imagined, but I'd survived it. I'd held out for a year, I'd passed her
test, I'd proved to myself as well that I could bear such torment. I'd
thought to beg her for release, but I'd never thought to use my safeword
to escape.

And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year. She led me to
our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me to the bed, muttering sweet
compliments to me the whole time, stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl
of ice sat on the bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded
towels. A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate resting
on top of it. She stripped, while I watched, licking my lips, then
straddled my face. "Eat me."

When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idly stroking my
nipples. "You made it," she said. "It's been a year."

"Yes."

"Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do!" I was excited beyond belief, and as much in love
with her as the day she'd first proposed locking me up.

She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, "Good. Because I want to
keep you! I don't want it to be a game. We've been playing pretty
seriously, but we've both known there was a time limit. Now I know you
can handle that kind of intensity for a long time. Do you want it? Do
you want to continue permanently as my slave? This deep?"

"Yes, Mistress! Anything! I am yours!"

I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little. "I want this
to be real. I want you to get a tattoo saying you're my slave. And I
want to get married, and I want you to take my name instead of the other
way around. And I want to know that I can continue to use you whenever I
want, to punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want, from
now on."

My heart raced. I was frightened to make such a commitment with no time
limit, but I'd already found that I could not only handle being dominated
full time but even enjoy it even as I suffered. "Yes, Mistress. I
consent. I want that too."

"Do you want it enough to give up your safeword?"

"Yesss! I am _all_ yours, my love!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, rocking
her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herself against the edge of my
chastity belt. "Oh God, how I love you. And you're Mine!" She reached
back and stroked my thighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the
key on its chain brushing against my chest. I panted, I moaned, I called
out my love for her.

Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, "Well, it's time to deal
with this, no?"

I looked at her hungrily.

She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed the key from the
chain. She went to the glass of clear liquid on the dresser and uncovered
it. "A toast," she said, "to your showing me you could pass my test!"
She lifted the glass, and the key.

And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and foamed and
slowly dissolved.

My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched my face,
grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.

"I have a soldering iron in the bedside table," she said very quietly.
"I'm going to fill the keyhole with solder. You're mine forever, my
love."

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