Cyberscene: "Fit to be Tyed", 1-5 of 5, with preliminary
by SD
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Preliminary
Well, dear, you are quite right that we must all be responsible for
our actions. It appears that you have been guilty of both insider
posting, and of a failed attempt at humor. tsk-tsk-tsk What ARE we
to do with you ? To err is human, of course, but my dear you are
so delightful that I often think your posts are just divine. The
divine do not err. For people as delightful as you, there is zero
tolerance for error (actually, my tolerance for your errors is a
negative number, as I'm so anxious to punish you :->).
So Ty, would you be so kind as to stand up from the sofa and remove
your skirt and your shoes. Please kneel on this wooden chair. Give
me your hands so I can tie them to the frame of the chair. Thank you.
You have such nice fingernails. How long do you think it would take
to get them back to their present form if somehow they chanced to be
pulled out ? That long ? Ummm...
Spread your legs apart, please. Wait just a moment, I'll have your knees
tied presently.
Now, to deal with the insider posting, it seems appropriate that you
should receive a dozen strokes with a riding crop to the inside of your
thighs. That is, a dozen for each thigh. Let me lower your hosiery.
Very nice. Now, are you ready ? No ? How unfortunate.
<crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack>
Hmm... your left thigh looks so nice, Ty; let's see what we can do with
the right
<crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack>
Not bad. For the last twelve, I'll alternate thighs.
<crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack>
<crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack> <crack>
I trust that *WAS* so bad. Would you like to blow your nose, here
I'll hold the tissue for you. Don't worry, I'm not going to do
anything gross.
Feel any better ? No, I can't untie you just yet, you still need to
be punished for the failed attempt at humor, and that will have to
wait until you recover a bit more. The punishment ? Well, it seems
the approriate punishment for failed humor is forced laughter. Yes,
dear, I'm going to tickle your feet. If they aren't adequately ticklish
(and I have very high standards for your punishments), I'll undress
you until an adequately ticklish spot is found. I hope you haven't had
too much tea and cookies today. If you'd like, I'll hold a jar for
you before the tickling begins. No ? Your choice, of course.
While we wait, might I have a cup of tea ? I'll get it myself, of course,
one should always pitch in when one's hostess is tied up. Would you like
one ? No, dear, I only place water where one can see but not reach it
when I'm outside on a hot day. I'll be only too glad to hold the cup for
you to sip from. No ? Perhaps that is best.
Nothing quite like a good cup of tea. Yes, I do add a lot of sweetner;
my friends kid me that I'll come down with synthetic diabetes from it.
But I do need the extra package today. Why ? Why because it's so hard to
detect the sweetness when one has recently been exposed to something very
sweet, dear. Oh, yes, I think I did leave the water running. I hope
the sound isn't too distressing to you. Sure you wouldn't like some tea,
or coffee ? Perhaps some apple juice ? No ?
Oh, my, it appears I forgot to bring my feathers. You just stay right
there, Ty, I'll be back in a hour or so, and we can get on with the
tickle torture. Oh, yes, of course I could use my fingers, and I will,
but alternating with the feathers is fun. For me, anyway. See you in
an hour; maybe two.
<on return, many hours later, decision made to release the prisoner
and defer further punishment until after her coming session with sadist>
Part 1
Oh, dear. You didn't think that you'd escape the remainder of your
punishment because you had so much fun yesterday, did you ? I'm
afraid not.
I brought you a gift. I believe this skirt will fit. It's longer and
fuller than what I'd usually want to see you in, but it has some nice
features. Take off the skirt you're wearing, please. Thank you. Come
here please, so I can put this belt on your. Now a padlock, so you
can't get if off. Now let me afix these cuffs to the belt. OK, now
put on the skirt I brought. Here, take my seat in this chair. You
see that the skirt has pockets ? Please put your hands in the pockets.
Thank you. Now, <raising skirt> let me put your wrists in the cuffs; it's
quite easy since the pockets were cut out. Slide forewards a bit. That's
good. Now we put these cuffs around your thighs, and fasten them to the
wrist cuffs. That should hold your hands nicely. Now some more leather
cuffs, just above your knees, and we attach them to each other. Now we
put locks on everything so you can't open anything.
Let's check the thigh cuffs, I must be certain they're just the right
tightness. Must see if they'll slide along your thigh. Hmmm... nice,
nice... yes, ah, yes a very nice fit. And now to check your knee
restraints. Quite fine. What's that ? Why am I stroking your calves ?
Ahh, checking for cramps, yes, that's it. Your calves feel quite...
comfortable.
OK, Ty, stand up. There isn't space to carry out the punishment I intend
here, so I'll have to take you someplace. Please consider yourself
kidnapped; you'll be my prisoner for an indefinite period.
Ahh.. wait a moment. Let's visit whereever you keep your shoes. Those
are adorable, but higher heels would be better today. Ah, these should
do. Step out of your shoes and step into these. Much better. Shall we
go ?
Come with me, please. I'd rather not put you on a leash in front of your
neighbors, so come along quietly; I will drag you if you would rather
play it that way. Thank you for cooperating. No one who sees us will
realize how helpless you are; all tied up and nowhere does it show. Yes,
that van is our transportation. It's going to be a long trip. You don't
need to make a federal offense of this, I'll take care of that. During
the trip a friend will drive so I can play with you.
Step up; watch your head. Lay on the floor please, on your back.
<sitting down in front of you, putting a pillow on my lap, picking up your
feet and putting them in my lap, removing your shoes, and binding your
ankles with loose cloth strips; the van starts to move, the stereo starts
to play loudly>. In light of the information you provided, I decided not
to use the feathers; I'm going to be tickling your feet, with my fingers,
during our trip. Feel free to scream and struggle and plead; if you plead
prettily I might stop after an hour or two, but I wouldn't count on it if I
were you.
Since you're a prisoner, not a playmate, today, you have only a conditional
safeword. That condition is if it's becoming difficult for you to breath.
Just say "red" or "safeword" or "sinus" or anything that conveys "I can't
breath", and we'll stop. I trust you not to use your conditional
safeword unless you really are in distress.
<fingers begin stroking the soles of your feet>
Part 2
"GACK!! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!"
You certainly scream and squirm prettily. I fear it will be pretty hard
for you to come up with any pleas that will persuade me to stop doing
something so delightful. No, dear, that won't suffice, I'm sorry. Oh,
this is so nice, you seem like you're truly suffering. You are ? That's
the great thing about tickling, someone can be made to suffer so much
without being damaged. Oh ! Nearly got loose there for a minute, I'll
have to keep a tighter grip. Now please remember that despite the fact
I'm making you struggle and scream - and, yes, I do believe I see a tear -
I do care about you. I do want you to tell me if you've taken all you
can take and just can't bear anymore. You have ? Thank you, dear. Would
you mind telling me again, it was so sweet ? Oh, wonderful. Thank you.
Say that as often as you like. Ahh, twisted over on your belly in your
struggles. I can tickle you just as well this way, but it's so much fun
to see your face, lets roll back over on your back. I can see this is
becomimg very hard on you. Frankly, it's becoming very hard on me too,
but perhaps it's best we ignore that for now. What do you have to do ?
Well, normally I respond very well to the three little words. Why, thank
you, dear, I'm very fond of you, too. But those aren't the three little
words that thrill me, nice as they are to hear. No, Ty, I won't tell you,
it's so much more fun when you come up with them on your own. And given
how hard you're taking this, I think you'll come upon them soon enough.
Oh, my. No, it doesn't have anything to do with my parents' marital
status. Nor anything to do with my relationship with my mother. Take
your time, I can do this all day. Hmm, no that's not it. I think you
need some additional motivation.
<conversation broken off to enable increased attention to sustained
tickling>
<Some considerable time, tears, expletives, promises, threats, attempts
to negotiate, and piteous pleas for mercy later>:
What's that ? What is it you'll do ? Say it again. Oh, yes, "I'll do
anything" are the three little words. Four words ? But one's a
contraction. I know it's not fair, does that surprise you ? Well, you
take a rest.
<After a liitle while, I pick you up, sit you on my lap, and whisper
something in your ear>
No ? You won't do that ? Oh, dear. I suppose that means that you were
mistaken when you said you'd do anything. That means the tickling begins
again. Yes, it does. Let's take this skirt off you so I can see what
your hands do while you're being mercilessly tickled. I'll have to
cut it off to remove it without freeing your hands. Indian giver ?
Careful, dear, don't put ideas in my head; until now I hadn't even
thought of spreadeagling you over an anthill. Back on the floor, Ty.
Yes, dear, we've discussed my parentage already.
<tickling of wildly squirming feet of wriggling, wailing woman resumes>
<A few hours later, the van pulls to a stop, and the sleeping woman
is shaken awake>
We're there, Ty, time to wake up. What are you so grumpy about, you
must have had at least 30 minutes sleep ? Let's get the collar and
leash on you. Now a nice wide blindfold; you don't need to see where
you are just yet. And now - no, dear, don't worry, I'm just going to
put your shoes on you; there won't be any more tickling today.
Out of the van, Ty. Good. Now, we're going to walk the rest of the
way. Oh, not far, I'm sure you've hiked further many times. No, I
don't imagine you've done it in nosebleed heels, but who made you wear
them ? Oh, right. Well, I'm sure you'll manage. Start walking.
Your legs ? Yes, dear, I'm afraid they need to be restrained. I can't
have you trying to kick me. No, I don't think you would, but it's wiser
to consider capabilities than intentions. Right now you're completely
helpless - though I must say, no amount of restraints would lessen your
power - and I like that. Let's go.
Yes, as a matter a fact I do feel you've been adequately punished for
a failed attempt at humor. But there were aggravating circumstances
in your case. What circumstances ? Why, Ty, I thought that was clear
already. You're just so darling, you earn torture just by being you.
And you do that *all* the time. <tugs on leash; blindfolded woman
stumbles forwards>
<A few hours later, a pair of hikers approach an desolate set of buildings;
the male sweaty and breathing hard, largely but not entirely from being out
of shape (the four food groups, in his view, are sugar, salt, fat, and
caffeine); the female "gleaming" and panting from fatigue, but looking as
elegant as someone covered in sweat except where she's covered in dust is
likely to look>
Here we are, Ty. That wasn't so bad, was it ? <the man had not
previously known that the evil eye could be used through a blindfold>.
I've a few things to attend to, so you wait here. We've two cages, one
for sitting and one for standing, which would you prefer ? Very
understandable. You will, of course, be placed in the cage for standing.
Yes, dear, I know. I just asked which you preferred. I wasn't offering
you a *choice*. Now you wait here <locks woman in tall, thin cage>; I'll
be back in a little while. Oh, and Ty, I want you in your high heels when
I return, so unless you think you can get them back on while standing
blindfolded and bound, I suggest you leave them on. Trust me when I say
the discomfort they cause will be nothing compared to the punishment I'll
inflict if I catch you out of them.
Part 3
<Several hours later, the man returns, after a good meal with plenty
of fluids, a nice nap, a warm bath, and a cold shower; all but the last
had their desired effect>.
Hello, Ty, ready for the rest of your punishment ? Well, we might not
be getting it over with for awhile, but I understand your point. Let's
get you out of this cage. Now let's get you out of the rest of these
clothes. I'll have to cut off the blouse and bra and hosiery. Who's
paying for them ? Well, consider it a fine. It's not fine with you ?
OK, I'll replace them. I'll stop by some day and take all your
measurements. Why not now ? Dear, I don't have three hours to spare
right now; when I take your measurements, I'm *very* thorough.
It'll be easier to get your hose down without these thigh and knee cuffs.
Let's pull those wrist cuffs back to the belt and fasten them there. Now
we can finish undressing you. There, that's better. Let's slide your
shoes back on. Good. High heels and earrings, a nice symmetry, what
more adornments does a lovely lady like you need ?
Now, let's do a warmup for the punishment. Here, on this line. For now,
all I want you to do is walk back and forth between this line, and that
piece of tape across the floor over there. Just walk, for now. More
will come, but for now I just want to watch you walk. Very nice, dear.
I always hate it when you leave, but's it so nice to watch you walk away.
It's a nice hard floor, hear how loudly your heels echo off it ? I'm
going to set this metronome, and I want you to match it. I want to hear
your heels click simultaneously with the metronome. That's good, keep it
up. Excellent, you're right in rhythm. I want you to keep in step with
the metronome, if you don't we'll stay here till you manage it. Pretty
easy ? Yes, it is, now.
Do you like this whip ? Very stingy. Keep walking. Such nice sharp
turns you make. Keep coming, that's a good girl ::<crack> as the whip
hits your right breast:: You lost the beat there, Ty, get back in step.
This is what's hard, keeping the beat while you're getting beat. Come
to me, dear. ::<crack> as the tip of the whip nips your left tit::
You probably notice the mark on the floor a couple yards from me. That
marks when you're in range. As soon as you come in range you get it on
the breasts. <crack> And when you pass the mark on the way back, you
get your ass whipped. Not so easy to keep in step, is it ? That's good,
come on back. You're breaking stride, dear <crack>. You have to stay
in step dear, we'll keep this up until you <crack> get it right. That's
better, come on back, stay in step, almost there <crack>. You flinched
*again*, dear. Yes, I know it hurts, I picked this whip because it hurts.
<crack> If you want it to stop hurting you're just have to complete five
consecutive circuits without breaking stride. This flinching and shuffling
and sidestepping isn't saving your hide, dear, you're still getting hit,
and will keep getting hit. Walk right on up like a brave lady and get your
punishment. It'll be so much easier for you <crack> if you learn to take
it in stride, so to speak <crack>.
You are picking up some nice marks. Come to me - steady - steady <crack>
OH ! Bravo, dear, much better. That wasn't so hard was it ? Now just
keep that up <crack> Very good dear. It's OK to cry, just don't let
it interfere with your rhythm. Step - Step - Step Good, keep that up
Turn Good Stay in step Just four more times Step - Step - Step <crack>
You're so brave, you're such a good slave <crack> Three more times dear
You're doing so well You're so brave and obedient and pretty and smart
<crack> and you've only got two more to take <crack> on the tits. Two
more circuits. Just keep in step, don't think about the whip, you can't
control that, you *will* get whipped. Concentrate on controlling your
steps. You're doing splendidly, this should be over soon, stay in step
a little longer <crack> Excellent. Just one more on the mammaries, dear,
and two on the tush <crack> Make that one on the tush. You're almost done
dear, just a little longer, five of five coming, be brave just a moment
longer. Last one coming up - steady - <crack> Oh dear - oh dear - oh dear.
That one got you right on the nipple, didn't it ? And you jumped. What
a pity, now we have to start over. Just go on and cry, Ty. You can take
a minute to let it out. You're face looks so nice when it's all red and
wet. No, really, it does. Here, dear, blow your nose. Good. How about
a hug ? Come here <woman embraced in big hug>. You really were doing
well. I'm sure you're get it next time. Yes, dear, you do have to.
We'll do this all day and all night until you get it right <woman released
from hug>.
Start walking, Ty.
Part 4
I have to admit you look wonderful on your knees, naked, sobbing. You
can't seem to keep stride when the whip meets the nip. That's three
times now you've broken your stride during the last circuit of the five
required. I've an idea, lets put this adhesive tape over your nipples.
Get up, dear < takes hold of woman by arm and hair and pulls her to her
feet; hugs her for a while, then pushes her back to the starting mark>
Walk, dear.
<a little while later the woman is being hugged and kissed>
See. I knew you could do it. Funny how after your nipples were covered
they weren't hit again. Let's take this tape off. We'll experiment.
I'll pull the tape of your left nipple very slowly. Sort of drags the
breast along with it, doesn't it. Try to hold your ground, dear, being
pulled towards me reduces the effect. It's coming along. Maybe if you
tried to back up. Better. Quite an elongation we've achieved, isn't it ?
Almost there. Done. Did that hurt much ? That much, huh ?
Let's try the right breast. When you're ready I'll just tear it off <tear>
Well, you were as ready as you were likely to get. Which one hurt more ?
You can wait till you stop crying to tell me.
I think you need rest and recuperation before we start the next stage
of your punishment. Yes, dear, there's more. You come sit down on this
sofa. Here, where the towel is spread. Not quite a comfortable as yours,
I know. You wait a moment, I'll be right back.
<amazingly, I am>
<hugging woman> You rest for a while, then we'll clean you up a bit.
You've done very well. Your marks are quite pretty. I'll try to spread
them around hereafter, you're breasts and buns are pretty well marked
already. You can take these off now <removing her shoes; lifts legs
to sofa, begins gently rubbing her feet>. Don't worry, I'm not going to
tickle you anymore today. Here, sip some water <holding small cup to her
lips>. You can have some more soon. <takes soft, cool, damp cloth and
gently wipes face; leaves cloth on her forehead, then dampens and wrings
out a second cloth and starts to wipe the rest of her>. Here, drink a
little more water <holding larger cup>. We'll have some tea and cookies
in a few moments <dampens face cloth, rubs it over her ears and neck;
resumes cleaning the rest of her, being very gentle with the marked areas>
let me turn you a bit, dear, so I can reach your back <cleans shoulders,
back - stops for backrub, then checks her hands for circulation and wrists
for abrasions - cleans hands, buns (gently), thighs (with a short
excursion), calves, and feet, then rubs feet with moisturizing cream>.
I hope you feel better now. Let me get your tea. <alternately holds
teacup and cookies to her lips during following discussion> You've
done so well. You know you really didn't do anything wrong. I like
insider posts, and you're always funny. You know what I meant, dear.
But it's so much fun to punish you. I apologize for the subterfuge.
Yes, dear, I do apologize. Ah, no, I'm afraid I can't say I'm sorry.
For one thing, I'm not sorry in the least, it's been wonderful. Besides,
having the whip means never having to say you're sorry <smiles>. Uh,
let you go ? No, of course I'm not going to release you. You've more
torments to come. I know I said you didn't deserve punishment, and even
if you did you've been punished enough. That's why I said "torments".
Weren't you listening ? Won't you feel so much better knowing that
what's to come is good, honest torture, not phony punishments ? No, I
suppose you're right, your back's not very philosophical. But it is very
appealing. I'm certainly not going to leave that nice white skin unmarked.
I guess you'd better lay on your side, since your front and back are
pretty sore <adjusts wrist cuffs to move them from the sides to the
front>. You rest for a while, and then we'll do the final session here
before we start home <takes some cloth strips and binds her ankles>.
No, I know you won't try anything. I just like keeping you Tyed <dumb
grin>.
Part 5
Wake up, Ty. I know you're still tired, but we really do need to
proceed. Let me help you to sit up. Judging from that face, I'd say
your buns are really sore. Hmmm... You know I'd really like to give
you a bare handed spanking, but I did promise you that there was only
one event on the agenda before we left. So I'd like to add something
to the agenda. This time you do have a choice. I'd like to spank you,
but you can say no. This isn't a trick, dear, there won't be any adverse
consequences if you decline.
You're such a sweet sub, with such a sweet bottom. Let me move those
wrist cuffs from the front to the side. <sits on sofa, lays woman
across lap>. Thank you for this <very soft slap on left ass cheek>
<very soft slap on right cheek> <soft slap on left> <medium slap on
right, woman jerks and gasps> I gather that hurt <hard slap on left,
woman starts to struggle> <hard slap on right> <hard slap on left,
woman cries out> You scream so prettily <very hard slaps on alternating
cheeks; woman squirming, screaming, and crying> So very prettily <slaps
drop to the back of her thighs> I suppose today switching to the thighs
is actually a relief <woman does not concur; man begins hitting her
moderately hard the bottom of her bottom, his hand straddling both
cheeks>. Does this feel any better ? <woman continues struggling;
slapping continues>.
Thank you, Ty. <wipes woman's face with cool cloth> That was fun. You
know, I don't like to mix sex and punishment, but since we've agreed that
you aren't being punished, that's not a concern <lays woman on sofa,
removes bounds from woman's ankles, pushes her legs apart, begins stroking
her pussy>. You deserve some reward for your time here. Besides, it's
been a while since I last ate. <kisses thighs, spreads labia, finger
probing followed by movement of mouth to target area; the oral expressions
of the man and woman that follow are not very articulate, but prove to be
satisfactory communication>.
<Stroking woman's hair> That was fun, too. I'll be back shortly, and
we'll finish our business here.
Stand up, Ty. I got something else for you. It's been OBE'd <overtaken
by events>, as we've agreed that you're no longer being punished, but...
What's that ? We can just skip it ? I'm sorry, dear, perhaps I've
been a government drone too long, but it just isn't part of my SOP
<standard operating procedures> to scratch a plan that resources have
been allocated to just because it no longer serves it's intended purpose.
Besides, I'm real hot to do this to you <smiles>. Walk with me <tugs
on her leash>. Since it's night now, we can take you outside while
you're naked without getting you fried.
Anyway, when you were to be punished for your jocularity, it occurred to
me that such horsing around sometimes results from excess energy, so some
energy depletion was in order. And how to deplete the energy of someone
whose been horsing around ? Why, obviously you need ponygirl training.
We won't have you pulling any carts or such today, but I think some
directed stepping and trotting will drain you.
<The pair has reached a lighted corral, which they enter. The end of the
woman's leash is attached to an "O" ring on a ball bearing inside a track
that encirles the inside of the middle rail of the corral; if the woman
were to lay down, the leash would be slack>
The sand in this corral has been carefully filtered for size and
smoothness, so you won't encounter anything that might cut or bruise your
feet, but even this late it's still uncomfortably warm on bare feet. Yes,
I suppose you would know that already. We'll start slowly, just walk
around the perimeter of the corral while your legs warm up <the man steps
to center of corral, flicks whip a couple times>
<crack> Just wanted to verify that the whip would reach you from the
center of the corral, dear. This way I don't have to chase you around
the ring. That's so hot and tiresome on a warm night like this, don't
you agree ? What a nice snort, I'm glad to see you're getting into
the spirit of the thing.
Let's try some paces now. Get your knees up high when you step. Higher
<crack> <whip strikes back of thigh> Higher ! Better. Now keep that
up until further notice.
Good. You're doing fine, keep it up. And keep your knees up.
<crack> Keep those knees up; your thighs are such nice targets, dear,
I advise you not to tempt me. What a silly thing for me to say, how
could you not tempt me ? Just keep stepping high.
You're doing fun, Ty. How are you feeling ? It's tiring ? Well, if
it's too hard, we'll shift to something else. Shit ? Well, if you
need to, I suppose it would be in character. Start trotting. <crack>
Your back is a quite appealing target, also, and it's easier to hit.
Trot. Good. Very good - everything jiggles so nicely. I wonder if
they'd jiggle more if you were running. <crack> Run. <crack> <crack>
Faster ! That's more like it. My, but you are a fast woman, Ty. No
dear, *I* don't get punished for bad jokes. And if you've got enough
breath to wisemouth me, you aren't running fast enough. <crack> <crack>
Your back's coming along nicely, dear.
Drop back to a trot. A full run isn't the kind of tired I want for you.
You'll drop, but after a few minutes heavy breathing you'll be back to
normal. <crack> My heavy breathing's not your concern. I want all your
reserves of strength exhausted. I want you so tired you won't need to
jill off for a month. Dreaming ? Well, I am a dreamer. And, my pretty
mare, I'll run you all night if I need to. <crack> That was for being
uppity. Keep that up and I'll get a whip that will turn you into filleted
filly.
<Many laps and lashes later>
You're not very talkative anymore, dear. That's OK, we're not doing
Mrs. Edwina tonight. You just keep trotting.
<Some more laps and lashes later>
You're slowing down, Ty. <crack> <crack> Keep moving.
<a small number of laps and a great many lashes across your bare back
later, you're on your knees, gasping for breath, and more than a little
nauseous>
Get up, Ty <flushed, gasping, your chest pounding, you shake your head
"no"; I kneel alongside you > I want an honest answer, dear. Can you
stand up ? Do you have anything left ? <after, a long moment, you nod
"yes"; I stand> <crack> <crack> <crack> On your feet <crack> <crack>
Stand up <crack> <crack> <you struggle to your feet and stand shakily>.
Start walking, Ty
<a couple more falls follow, each prompting the questions "Can you
stand up ? Do you have anything left ?" After the last fall, you
shake your head "no". I carry you back to the building, remove your
restraints, and rehydrate you, then lower you into a warm bath. You're
almost instantly asleep, so I finish washing you (touching you only as
required, I swear. As required by whom ? I take the fifth) and carry
you to bed in an airconditioned room, where nothing more happens,
necrophilia being one of the few kinks I don't have, aside from some
icepacks being periodically placed and moved>
Ty, time to wake up again. We really must start getting back. What time
is it ? Hmm, the answer to the question, by itself, won't mean much. You
first need to know what day it is. No, you've only been asleep for the
better part of a day. About 2/3's of a day, really. I think it best we
get started so we can get you home before dawn. Considering the fact you
don't have any clothes, you might cause a commotion walking around your
neighborhood at 9:00, wouldn't you say ? You can take what time you
need in the bathroom. No, dear, you look wonderful. I'll have breakfast
ready when you're done.
<later>
I know that wasn't enough, but there's only so much food one can fit
in a refrigerator. When you get home you can empty yours if you like.
For now, let's put this blindfold on. Yes, I'd prefer you not know
where this place is. Don't you like mystery ? Let's go outside and
wait for the van.
We won't have long to wait. Stand against this post <chains encircle
you>.
<a couple hours later>
I'm sure he'll be here soon. I hope nothing's happened. So should you.
Well, you see, the keys for those padlocks are in the van. You read what
story ? Oh. Well, he's not really due for thirty minutes. By the way,
have you ever read any of Clay Bond's pieces ? Oh, which ones ? Ahhh...
What's wrong ? I wasted a perfectly good shotgun, that's all. Yes, I
suppose it does serve me right for wanting to fuck your mind. I trust
wanting to fuck your body is OK ? Ah, well, you know, I think I do have
those keys, after all.
END
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