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iwillserveu -> Fantasy and cold reality (2/12/2005 3:50:15 AM)
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he is tied up and used by Her in prose, not poetry. Someone told me of this trick of using the first sentence to if the story inside is of her being tied up by Him (a waste of my time, as this maybe of yours)
The usual first person disclaimer for morons. This might be based on things, but the author and the narrator might not be exactly the same.
Fantasy
She meets me at the bus station on a Thursday of a holiday weekend. I took days off bracketing the weekend. She could open the trunk for me, but someone would call the police.
I have no luggage except a carry on bag. Other than the suit I’m wearing and a pair of jeans incase she take me somewhere non-formal, I won’t need clothes. For the up coming weekend I probably will not see the outside of her house.
She opens the passenger door and I get in. When we get to the house she opens the door and invites me in. This is it. I can still turn around, be an “I” and get the bus home. Instead I cross the threshold. i then get on my knees. i will be leaving Tuesday, but until then i am Hers.
“Key” she orders as she puts out her hand.
i hand her the key to padlock on my chastity device. (Look up CB-2000. It is a curve.)
“Strip,” she says.
i strip. This is probably my last clothed moment until Tuesday.
i look forward to being her slut. Don’t get me wrong, doing her chores and stuff is fun, but being used and knowing i won’t be allowed to join in really makes me feel owned. Doing Her ironing or washing Her dishes are something I’d do for my mother. I would not let Mom tie me up because my Mom does not own me.
Not that there are no limits. Sounds are out. Bestiality, necrophilia, and pedophilia, are of course out. No edge play, breath play, or fire play. No shit play. Nothing i see as illegal or immoral (Bank robbery is out!:))
Oh, i also need a bed. (Hey, old age sucks.:)) i also don’t have great control of my bowels anymore. Not that it’d interfere, but if i ask to go to the bathroom, it would be very nice if She said “Yes” for i may not be able to hold it if She says ‘No.”
If She was not OK with this, i would not be there. (Funny how communication works both ways, huh?:))
i’ve been chaste for two weeks prior. She will find me obedient. She locks my collar puts a leash on it and leads me to the living room. She tells me to get on all fours before Her chair. She sits down, rests her feet on my back, and turns on the TV. VH1. Do you know how many videos are sexually oriented? If noticing is painful, you notice.:) i don’t watch.
At the second set of commercials she gets up but tells me to stay. She takes out my butt plug and tells me to go to the bathroom. When i come back she is wearing a strap-on.
She orders me to bend over chair and ties me to it. This is another of those ownership things i mentioned. (i can’t see letting my ex-wife tie me up, but if she needed to rest her feet on my back i might say “Yes”.)
She then unlocks the chastity device. The cage comes off and I spring to attention. “I could have left it on, but I want you to enjoy this. Well, not as much as me, of course, but you will enjoy it somewhat. In the future I won’t bother to unlock you”
She then shows me the reason for the butt plug. It is only moderately painful as I was stretched out and prepared for it. It was not as good as an orgasm, but as close i was going to get. i remember her saying something about gagging me the next times, but I was moaning to much to hear.:)
Did I mention the Dixie cup held onto my pecker by saran wrap? She milked me and I came into the Dixie cup. She removed the saran wrap and made me drink the cum in the Dixie cup.
That is another one of those ownership things i keep mentioning.
It was still erect, but some ice took care of that. When I was down again she put the cage back on and locked it.
The next morning I brought her breakfast in bed and let out the dogs in the back yard (Hey, I’d walk them but the neighbors might complain bout the naked guy.:)) She got ready for work and left a long list of household chores she wanted done. “It is long, and I do not expect you to finish, but if you are not sleeping or washing, I expect you to be working.” She left with my key. i looked forward to preparing her supper and being her slut again that night. I only hoped i could lick her before she retired for the evening.
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Let me skip her party and get to Tuesday. (Yeah, i know I’m skipping the good part with visitors, but...:)) The bus was leaving in three hours and the ending we discussed was at hand. She could give me the key, or put in a an envelope and mail it to me. (Trust me, the three days the postal service would take means something
“I have not decided. You were very compliant. If you weren’t the choice of the envelope would be easy. I’m tempted to give you the key, but I read something about a game of chance.”
She tied my hands to the arms of a chair as I knelt before it on a pillow. A spreader bar held apart my legs.
She sat down in the chair and did not have to tell me to lick her as she grabbed my head and shoved my face into her sweetness. When she was satisfied she got up, gagged me, and showed me a ten sided die. “You can get these in any hobby store. The use them in Dungeon a Dragons and other fantasy games. I thought it would be nice in this fantasy.”
“If it is 1 or 2, I give you they key. 3 through 8 means I milk you. 9 or 0 means it stays on when I use my strap-on.”
She tossed it on the chair. It showed a 2.
“You see it is fair? Now let me roll it for real,” She said.
“Mpph!” i said.
She picked it up and threw it again. It was a 5. “Oopsie,” she said as she turned it to 9. “Well it’s a 9. You deserved a 1 or 2, but rules are rules.”
After a while, i don’t know how long, i was not watching the clock:), she took off my gag and sat down again. “I am going to miss this,” she said as she shoved my face into bliss, “perhaps when you get more vacation time.
At the bus station I put the envelope in the mailbox.
The reality
She came home on Friday. The kitchen floor was half done. Waxing the floor was only item #3 on the list. He was on the floor crying as he still tried to finish. “i’m sorry,” said, “everything takes longer than before. i’m sorry i let You down. i’m sorry i let myself down. i’m sorry i dumped this crap on You.”
She helped him up and he nuked her a hot pocket before She let him cry himself to sleep.
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