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NWMD20.TXT -- 20/20(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 20
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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While Marnie and Barbara were beginning their resort vacation in the
Mediterranean, Roger and Brenda were left behind in the good old U.S. of A.
Roger worked at the office during the week and on projects around the house he
had been putting off, over the weekend. Brenda had a job looking after Jimmy
Crandel, a kid in the neighborhood, while his parents were away in Las Vegas
for the weekend. Jimmy had a major crush on Brenda, and she liked to toy with
that. She enjoyed baby-sitting at the Crandel's because it always left her
feeling special.
Brenda went to the airport Friday evening with Jimmy and the Crandels, so Jimmy
could say "good bye". Then she drove Jimmy and herself back in their car. She
stopped for ice cream on the way back. Jimmy was staring at her the whole
time, smiling whenever Brenda made eye contact with him. "So is there
anything special you want to watch or do tonight?" Brenda asked driving home.
"You bet, but TV wasn't what I was thinking." Jimmy responded.
"What then?"
"Let's play house." Jimmy offered.
"House? Isn't that a young girl's game to play?"
"Well, I was thinking more like real life, like pretending to be my mom and
dad. You be the mom and I'll be the dad. It's our house and we can just
pretend we own it. What do you think?" Jimmy asked.
"Well, we could give it a try, so I could see what you have in mind." Brenda
said, pulling up to the house.
"Great!" Jimmy said, as he got out of the car.
Once inside, Brenda asked, "Did your mom mean for me to use the small guest
room, or the office with the bed?"
"If we were to play house like my mom and dad, you could use their room."
"Oh, I wouldn't feel right about that."
"Why not? They aren't using it, and it is the best bed in the house."
"We'll see."
"You want to see what I did?" Jimmy asked excited.
"Sure, show me."
"Come and sit right here." Jimmy said referring to the couch. "I'll be right
back."
When he returned, he sat down on the couch as close as he could so he was
almost crowding her. He had a scrap book that he had decorated and opened it
to the first page. There began the pictures of the modeling session he had
recorded on Polaroid pictures from the week before. Brenda was somewhat
embarrassed to look at the pictures, but took the book from him and turned the
page to see more, and said, "Jimmy, I don't think we should have done this."
She closed the book and saw the homemade title pasted on the cover, "Goddess
Brenda". "Oh, he is so innocent and open with his feelings, it is so cute.
Com'on lighten up. You are making his world special. Go along with it." She
coached herself.
"Oh please Brenda. I think you are the prettiest woman in the whole world, and
you are one of the few people who is nice to me." Jimmy said pleading.
Brenda put her arm around him, "You're pretty special yourself." Jimmy took it
as an opportunity to lean his head in onto her breast, and put his arm across
her stomach for a momentary sideways cuddle.
"So what were you thinking when you said you wanted to play house?"
"Well, I sometimes watch my parents when they don't know I'm awake. We could
just act like them."
"Well, what would they be doing at 8:45 Friday night?"
"I'd still be up, so they would be reading or watching TV with me."
"What time would they be alone?"
"I can usually talk my way up to ten o'clock no problem. If I act interested
in the TV show they're watching, I can make it eleven."
"Well, let's say it is that time now, what would they be doing?"
"Well, I'd sneak back down to watch them on this couch, or in their room.
They'd probably take their clothes off down in the laundry room and tease each
other by grabbing or tickling. Do you want to do that?"
"The laundry room hunh?" Brenda thought out loud. "Let's do a load of wash."
Jimmy took her hand and led her to the laundry room. There they both started
taking off their clothes down to their underwear, and tossed them into the
washing machine. Jimmy reached up under Brenda's arm and tickled her arm pit
as she was trying to set the timer. "You little dickens." She exclaimed, as
she turned and mercilessly tickled his sides. Jimmy squeezed his elbows to his
sides laughing and wriggled uncontrollably, running in place, as he tried to
back away from her fingers. Her fingers were moving to his belly as he gained
range, but he was bending forward now that he was up against the wall. Brenda
then went for his neck, which caused him to wriggle like a marionette.
Jimmy ducked to get away from this new onslaught, and reached for her knees,
the only things he could see and get his hands on. He started squeezing her
above her kneecaps and found her to be particularly sensitive there. Her hands
now stopped tickling him and started trying desperately to push him away. "No
Jimmy, stop. Please not there. No Please." He stopped, then he went for her
sides while she was trying to catch her breath. She dropped to the floor,
squealed, and kicked. "Oh stop. I'm going to get you. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,
(squeal), Jimmy please stop."
Jimmy stopped. They laughed a few moments, then lay next to each other,
Brenda's arms straight out at her sides and Jimmy's head lying on her upper arm
looking at her, blushing, heart pounding, briefs tenting, hand reaching slowly,
tentatively toward her left breast, scooting his body up to her side, his right
leg moving over and landing between her outstretched legs, smelling her skin,
then touching the fabric of her bra . . . Brenda opened her eyes, smiled, ran
her fingers through his hair on the side of his face, kissed his forehead, and
broke the reverie with, "So, what do you say we pop some popcorn and check out
the tube." She said, as she gently reclaimed her arm, leg, and breast.
They got up, prepared some snacks and made for the couch. Brenda sat with her
legs up under her sort of sidesaddle, and Jimmynext to her, somewhat behind,
had his left hand and chin on her shoulder, as they sparred over the offerings
on cable. Nobody mentioned it, but they both enjoyed the skin to skin contact.
Brenda particularly enjoyed the cuddling instincts Jimmy was growing
uninhibited in displaying.
At eleven, Brenda said, "Now you are going to have to go to bed. I promised
your parents that you would get enough sleep."
"Okay, but let's get you set up to go to bed first." Jimmy said standing up
first and waiting for Brenda to join him to precede up the stairs.
Brenda got up and took her bag upstairs following Jimmy. "In here." He said.
"This looks like your parents room, Jimmy. I can't stay in here."
"Look, it has the best bed, the best bathroom, and you can take your pick of my
mom's clothes."
"Jimmy, I could never do that."
"Come here. Look. It's a Jacuzzi tub. It has jets. It will get you really
relaxed for bed. Now look here." He pulled out a drawer in the walk in closet
and showed Brenda his mom's stash of transparent delicates. "Something like
this would look unbelievable on you." He said, holding up a pink teddy.
"Maybe you'd even let me photograph you while you model some of these for my
book."
"Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I've got to get you to bed." She insisted, as she
took the garment from him and started to lead him by his arm to his room.
"But wait, I have to take a bath first."
"This sounds like a stall."
"No really. I take one every night. My mom used to wash my back for me.
Would you wash my back for me?"
"If it will get you to bed quicker, okay." Brenda said, making a motion to
leave the room.
"No, I'm going to do it in here. This bathtub is much better."
As the water filled, he ran off and brushed his teeth while Brenda snuck a peek
at Mrs. Crandel's stash.
"Brenda? Oh here you are, are you going to help me?"
"Sure Jimmy. I'll be right there."
"Com'on Brenda, this thing is big enough for both of us."
"Really Jimmy, I haven't taken a bath with someone else since I was younger
than you."
"Well give it a try. I think it could be fun. I'll do your back for you too."
Brenda was finding him so adorable, she decided to give in. She took off her
bra and panties and stepped in. They sat at opposite ends of the tub knees up
and arms resting on the edges. "Gee Brenda, you really are pretty."
"Pretty?"
"No, I mean beautiful, really beautiful."
"Thank you Jimmy. You know, you are going to be a pretty good catch yourself."
"Your boobs are really special. . . I know why women have boobs, but why are
your nipples bigger than mine?"
"Well, that's because my babies will be sucking on them for their milk."
"Yeah but, why do I have them then, I guess is what I mean?"
"You know, you've got me there."
"Would it be okay with you if I touched one to see what if feels like?"
"If you do it nicely, I guess it would be okay." Brenda allowed.
Jimmy got up on his knees and slowly extended his hand to her left breast.
"Wow, these feel great. Are they full of milk now?"
"No, that doesn't happen until I have the baby."
"Is it okay if I get behind you to see what it would be like to have breasts
like yours for myself?"
"I guess so, what do you mean?"
"Let me show you." Jimmy said as he stood, stepped behind her, and slid down
into the tub straddling her rear with his legs. He hugged his body up to her
back, turned his head to rest his ear on the back of her neck, and reached
around to hold both tits in his hands. "Oh boy, these are nice. Does it feel
okay to you if I do this? I'll stop if it hurts."
"No, it's okay this way."
Jimmy soaped his hands and started a soapy massage of her tits. Brenda closed
her eyes and started to rock her chest into his hands in rhythm to his motions.
He started to explore her front as if he were discovering his body for the
first time, as he unconsciously extended his massage to her entire front from
her neck to the strip of hair she left on her pubic mound when she shaved her
pussy lips. The long sweeping motions from neck to mound, her breasts like
speed bumps along the way, unconsciously turned into alternating raking motions
of his fingers through the short pubic hairs. His trance was momentarily
broken when she took his hands and placed them back onto her breasts. He
cupped her breasts for a few moments, testing and exploring the turgidity of
her erect nipples against his palms. Then he gently pinched and circled the
nipples causing Brenda to moan and reach back with her left hand to hold the
back of his head, her other hand stroking the length of his leg.
Finally, Brenda turned to face him on her knees, her eyes closed, and kissed
him passionately holding the back of his head with her hand. Jimmy took it
eyes wide, arms extended, and fingers of his right hand resting on the controls
of the Jacuzzi. When her tongue entered his mouth, he pushed a button in
surprise and the jets started up. With one jet aimed right at her nether lips,
Brenda opened her eyes wide and realized that she had been kissing her charge.
"Oh Jimmy, I'm sorry." She said embarrassed.
"No, don't be. That was the greatest moment of my life."
"Why don't you run along now to your bed and I'll finish up here and be in
shortly to tuck you in." She said, still in line with the jet on her pussy.
"You're the best." Jimmy said, getting into a kneeling position, grabbing
Brenda's head and planting a closed-lip but passionate kiss on her lips before
getting out. Brenda took it on hands and knees, not willing to let anything
interrupt the crescendo building between her legs from the jet of water
perfectly aimed at her most sensitive spot.
Jimmy, for his part, ran and put on a pair of his dad's boxers and snuck back
to the door to spy on Brenda as he sometimes did on his parents. He watched
her move her rear forward and back against the jet, eyes closed, mouth open,
head bobbing, the pace increasing until she arched her back, stiffened and let
out a restrained "Ooooooooyeeeyaa". Then allowed her head to drop for a
moment while she considered going for a second run at it. She decided,
however, she'd better check on Jimmy, before he'd come looking for her, and got
out before she got too worked up again. Jimmy waited till the last second
before he stole away for his room.
Brenda came in dressed in one of his mom's silk robes that came to mid thigh.
"So how is my favorite little man to baby-sit." She said affectionately,
brushing his bangs back from his forehead.
"I sure am glad that you are my sitter. I am the luckiest guy in the world."
"Goodnight, you smooth talker. We'll figure out tomorrow in the morning." She
said, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
"Goodnight my goddess." He said catching her head in retreat and giving her a
peck on the nose.
******
"Wake up sleepyhead." Marnie said to Barbara. "Today is a brand new day."
"You go on, I don't think I can do this. I think I'll just stay in bed today."
Barbara whined.
"I can't believe what I am hearing. With everything we have been through to
get to this spot in the world, at this particular time, you want to spend it in
bed. What's wrong Barb?"
"I'm no good. I've been unfaithful to George, I've brought disgrace to my
family, I don't deserve to have fun. I don't think I can ever have sex with
George again, at least I don't think I can ever enjoy it." Barbara bemoaned.
"I'm not going to stand by and let you get away with this attitude. You have
done nothing wrong. You had no choice. You were even handcuffed. I was
handcuffed, I couldn't help you. If we didn't give in, we'd be in a French
jail, not just for the vacation but for a really long time. It wasn't fair,
but mostly, it wasn't our faults." Marnie asserted.
"You heard the orientation on the boat, this is an 'adult' vacation package.
Read between the lines. This vacation is about sex. I am here with you, no
offense, when I should be here with George."
"No offense taken. We aren't going to know if we are out of place unless we
try it. Get up. That's it. Let's check this place out." Marnie said
encouraging Barbara's progress.
"Marnie, I just don't think I can ever have sex again. I think I've gone
frigid. The thought of a cock, even George, disgusts me after yesterday. What
am I going to do? I'm going to become a bitter old woman that everyone will
shun."
Thinking of her ordeal shooting scenes in a movie, Marnie asked confidently,
"There are ways to turn that around. I can get that desire back for you in
spades. Would you be able to deal with more desire than you used to have?"
"That would be the day. How can you do that for me?"
"What you need Barb, is a long train ride."
"What on earth are you talking about. This is an island. There aren't any
trains here. What are you smoking?"
"I was speaking figuratively. I can't tell you the details or you'd surely
protest, but the end will explain the means. I can guarantee you, however,
that after you do the train, you will have more sexual desire than you'll know
what to do with. Interested?" Marnie offered.
"If it will bring back the desire, okay. If it brings back the desire more
than before, I guess I could handle that too. George is always asking, more
than I am ready."
"I hope you know what you are agreeing to, because that extra desire can be
like an anxious tiger threatening to break out of an inadequate cage." Marnie
cautioned.
"You sound so confident about this. How do you know so much about it?"
"Let's just say, I've been through the therapy." Marnie confessed.
Marnie paged through the information book left in the room while Barb got
dressed in one of the indoor outfits provided. The women were furnished with
togas that came to mid-thigh that could be worn with or without the waist cinch
for around the resort wear. It gathered at the top and went over the left
shoulder. The guests had their choice of pastel colors, but the styles were
all the same. During orientation, all of the baggage was stored in locking
lockers. The only allowed items from the bags were toiletries, cosmetics and
medically required drugs or paraphernalia.
"It says here that they provide massage, personal trainers, mineral baths, a
full compliment of outing and sporting activities, and, it says 'sexual
therapies'. See, look here. Maybe they have a better way than that train pull
idea."
"Okay. It sounds more official than your mysterious train thing." Barbara
said.
"What do you want to do first? After breakfast I mean." Marnie asked.
"Maybe I should check out the therapy services first. I don't want to be a
drag on your time Marn."
"That's what we'll do." Marnie said resolved.
Breakfast was a buffet of fruits, breads, egg dishes, and specialty items like
crepes. The men were dressed in toga-like outfits as well, except they covered
less of their upper bodies. Everybody was friendly and cordial. Marnie and
Barbara took their place at one of the round tables that sat eight and looked
around curiously at the other guests in attendance.
"Marnie, I'm sorry, I don't have much of an appetite."
"Let me finish this quickly and we'll go straight to the therapies office and
see if we can get you in right away."
When they got there they learned that appointments started in an hour, and they
were booked for the day. Marnie saw an open door and walked past the
receptionist into an office of Dr. Eraci, a woman in her mid-forties, who
looked up at her surprised. Marnie excused herself, and pleaded her case for
Barbara, waiting out front. She explained that Barbara had essentially been
raped the day before. Dr. Eraci dropped what she was doing and immediately
made way for Barbara to come in early. Marnie sat in for a while explaining
the details Barbara was too emotional about. Then she was asked to leave.
Then Barbara was excused and Marnie came in alone to talk to Dr. Eraci.
"This not the place for your friend. What she needs is longer term
psychotherapy.
"But she has paid a great price to be here, and I don't mean the money. You
all want to do just the psychological mumbo jumbo route. What about a purely
physical route to step up the sexual desire physically so she can look forward
to things here, then deal with the emotional, if there still is any, when she
gets back?"
"Well, you do bring up a good point. She does feel self-loathing and not
worthy to enjoy herself here. It is highly unorthodox, but the rules are less
strict here, and we could try an experiment by enrolling her in the "Public
Humiliation - Pillory" fantasy. She would get a lot of physical stimulation,
despite her intention to deprive herself of the pleasure, and setting it up as
punishment would feed right into her guilt. If the experience satiates her
need to be punished, as new nerve endings are stimulated and brought on edge,
she could pull right out of it and get on with a fun resort experience."
"I think you've got something there, doctor. What should we do?"
"Have you picked out the fantasies you'd like to experience while you are
here?"
"I don't think I've gotten that far in the literature, and we were a little
late for the orientation."
"Well, why don't you join her. She would be more likely to participate freely
of her own will if you did it too. For you it would be different, you would be
going in with the framework of experiencing something new, vs. her therapeutic
intent."
"Well, it makes sense to help her with it, it's just that 'Public Humiliation'
part that gets me to thinking it's not for me."
"If you think she'll do it without you, then you can have this copy of the
brochure to decide on another one for yourself." Dr. Eraci said, handing her a
folded pamphlet.
"No I suppose you're right. I'll join her, where and when?"
You'll read about it here. Send Barbara in and I'll explain the treatment
plan. I'll call in the reservation for the two of you for this afternoon.
The map inside will show you where."
******
As Brenda was waking up she startled herself awake, noticing that she was in a
strange bed, in a strange room, in unfamiliar bed clothes with a person cuddled
up to her back, arm draped over her side, and leg draped over her hip. She
slowly and carefully eased herself out from under Jimmy's embrace and stood
beside the bed looking back at the angelic look on his face as he slept. She
looked at herself in the mirror, and remembered trying on various items in Mrs.
Crandel's stash of intimates. This one was a long silk gown with diaphanous
material at her breasts and hips. "Mr. Crandel must love her in this, hell,
he'd love me in this." She thought to herself. Then she changed into one of
the baby-doll teddies without putting on the panties. The ruffled hem came
just below her crotch, if she was standing still. "Ooobaby, this would stop a
train." She thought. She started to pick up Mrs. Crandel's things and dropped
a high-heeled shoe. It was just enough disturbance to bring Jim my around to
consciousness.
"Oh, good morning Brenda." Jimmy said, stretching and yawning. "Gosh, you
sure look swell right now." He complimented, as he watched her bend at the
waist to pick up the shoe and add it to the pile in her arms.
"Thank you Jimmy." She said slightly embarrassed. "How come you didn't stay
sleeping in your own bed?"
"I thought we were playing house. My mom and dad sleep together. You didn't
mind, did you?"
"No I suppose not. It was just a surprise, that's all."
"Golly Brenda, I wish the world could see how beautiful you are, even when you
just wake up. I hope you become the most famous model in the whole world."
"You're sweet to say that."
"No, I really mean it. I wish everybody could see you as I see you right now.
Instead of putting those away, would you model them for me? We could pretend
this room is a studio for a famous fashion photographer, who could be me, and
you are the famous model doing work for Vogel Magazine."
"That's "Vogue Magazine" Jimmy." She said with an air of a professional.
"Can we do it, hunh?"
"I suppose, but you have to give me a few minutes to do my face and hair."
"Oh, anything you want. This is great, really great." Jimmy said jumping off
the bed. "I'll go get the camera and film."
Brenda was absorbed with her reflection in the mirror, when Jimmy came running
back in and stood at "kid attention" in anticipation of the fun ahead. He had
two cameras around his neck, a tripod and a case. When he saw that Brenda
would be awhile longer, he put the things on the bed and set up the tripod.
Brenda smiled inside, humored by his enthusiasm and adoration. When she was
done, she stood, turned, and was confronted by Jimmy with two cameras again
around his neck, one a Polaroid and the other a Cannon EOS. He was smiling
wide-eyed at how beautiful she had made herself up. When the rush from the
flattery of his expression began to wane, she noticed the video camera on a
tripod.
"What are you doing with that?" She asked.
"Oh this? Well, I saw this video of my dad's where these models were being
photographed and they taped the session so we could understand what goes into
being a professional model these days." Jimmy explained. "We could look at
our video afterwards to see if there are any places either of us could improve.
What do you think?"
"As long as you can promise me that your parents would never see it."
"After last week, you convinced me that I want to be a model's photographer
when I grow up. Some day when we are both famous, some TV show will pay us big
bucks to show this home video to our fans. My mom and dad would surely see it
then, but otherwise, they won't. I promise."
"Well then I guess it's okay. When we are famous, who cares, right?"
"Do you want to start with that thing you have on now to begin with?"
"Let me put the panties on first."
"That's kind of a nightgown thing right? Then why don't we do it with you on
the bed." Jimmy said after starting the video camera. "You can help me with
the poses, you are more experienced than I am right now. Oh, that's good."
FLASH! Jimmy said, as he shot off a Polaroid, and took it over to Brenda on the
bed to watch it develop with her.
"See if you can get me a little more centered in the next one, like to here."
Brenda said coaching him.
FLASH! "I think I got it this time." He said as he stood by her as she
checked it out.
"Now I think you have the idea." She said, and reposed for a couple more
shots.
"Great Brenda, you're the best. Now, in the video I saw, the models removed
things for more shots." Jimmy advised.
"Where did this video come from?" Brenda asked.
"I think Playboy or Penthouse, or something like that." Jimmy said.
"Your dad lets you watch videos by Playboy or Penthouse?"
"No silly, he doesn't know I know about his stash of videos, magazines, and
books. You want to see it, to get some ideas?" Jimmy said.
"I don't think we should."
"Com'on Brenda, these are professional videos. You might be in one yourself
one day." He said turning off the camera in the room.
"Okay, I should keep up with what the other professional models are doing these
days." Brenda said.
They sat at the foot on the edge of the bed next to each other watching a video
of a calendar shoot in a tropical paradise. Brenda sat forward, elbows on her
knees staring intently at the video. Jimmy sat leaning back on the bed
supported by his elbows watching Brenda watching the video.
"See," he said, "we could be doing this in places like that."
"No, wait back this up, let's do some of the poses she does." Brenda said, now
getting into the video.
"I only have a couple of pictures left in the Polaroid, but rolls and rolls for
the professional camera." Jimmy advised.
Brenda watched and had Jimmy take shots that she emulated from the women on the
screen. Jimmy was in photographer's heaven. Then she asked, "Are there any
more videos?"
Jimmy said, "Sure, here's one. Let's see what they do on this one."
The video unfolded with an exercise workout. The model in the video did
stretching in workout clothes, but started peeling of layers until she was nude
by the time she started the workout. Brenda watched, and followed the workout
and Jimmy shot pictures at will. The workout was a token one and for a cool
down, the model pulled out a vibrating dildo. Brenda got up and stopped it
saying, "Oh darn."
"No, wait, my mom has a couple of those. I'll get you one." Jimmy said as he
went for the walk-in closet. "Here, this one seems to work." He said, holding
the white vibrating phallus to his cheek to test it.
Brenda put the tape back on. She was so used to Jimmy filming and
photographing her, that she experimented with it, matching the video, as if he
weren't there. She was building up to cumming, and was biting her lower lip in
conflict with stopping or continuing, now that Jimmy had refocused the video
recorder shooting a close-up of her in these throes. Her face contorted into
an extreme worried look, then went instantly relaxed in bliss as she let the
flood gates go for her orgasm. He had his dad's camera on rapid shoot during
the climax and shot the last pictures on the roll of her falling back, limp,
luxuriating on the bed. When Brenda came to her senses, she said, "I can't
believe I just did that."
She was visibly embarrassed and about to tear up, when Jimmy came to her rescue
and sat next to her on the bed, tried to reach up and put his arm around her
shoulder, and said, "You're amazing. Every muscle in your body stood out.
I've never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. My mom gets excited
like that, but I've never looked in on her where she was as exciting as you
were."
"Jimmy, I shouldn't have done that in front of you. It isn't right."
"Who cares about right. It was great that you let me be with you for it.
We're 'special' friends right? I'm your photographer for now, and you are my
beautiful model." He said. "My friend Brad says that in a couple of years, I
will be able to get all excited like you, but in a different way. He said he
would show me later."
"I can tell you what to do, so you don't have to wait for your friend Brad.
You see your penis sticking out of the boxers? Well you rub it up and down.
It starts feeling better and better and you feel less willing to stop, until it
erupts a whitish cream out the hole, and you feel relieved and relaxed like I
did."
"Like this?" He said rubbing it hard between the palms of his hand.
"A little more like this." Brenda said, demonstrating on the dildo.
"How will I know when to start?"
"I guess the first time you have that cream in your bed when you wake up in the
morning, would be a good sign."
"Gee thanks Brenda. I can't wait."
"Now, what are we going to do about all those pictures you took with that fancy
camera?" Brenda asked concerned.
"Let's go drop them off at the mall." Jimmy suggested.
"No, that won't work, they will keep them from us when they see what's on them,
I'm sure." Brenda said.
"I've got it. Brad's brother works at their dad's pharmacy, and they have a
one hour photo machine. Maybe we can get him to treat them with special
handling." Jimmy said, enthusiastic by his own idea. "Is it okay if Brad
hangs out with us today?"
"I guess it would be okay, since you cooperate with me so well."
"Why don't we go places that we can take more pictures of you out in public,
like the mall." Jimmy asked.
"I guess I'm up for that. I wanted to try on some outfits anyway." Brenda
decided.
******
"Like I said earlier today Barbara, there was a day that women who cheated on
their men suffered public humiliation, such as could be meted out by a pillory.
You and Marnie here have had your bodies used by someone other than your
husbands' for carnal acts. You feel cheap, guilty, dishonorable. That is
because you are not recognizing the fact that you had no real choice in the
matter. Prison would not have been an option. If your George had known your
choices, he would have backed you. With this punishment fantasy, not only will
you be able to absolve yourself of any unreasonable guilt you may be hanging on
to, but you will be able to explore the whole concept of doing things you have
no control over. Now before I put on the sensory deprivation headpiece, is
there anything I can do or explain for you."
"No," Barbara said still a little melancholy, "if you think it will be best,
I'm ready"
"Well, that's not the level of commitment to it that I would hope for, but I am
confident for this approach working for you." The doctor reassured.
Then she explained the headpiece and the function of blocking her vision and
hearing, "This is going to be theater of the mind for you as well a physical
experience. We are going to block out all visual and auditory distractions
with these. Then we will place this in your mouth, so you won't distract each
other's experiences by vocalizing. Finally, this hood will go over everything,
more as a disguise for you not to be recognized. That way, when you have
benefited from the fantasy, you can interact with everyone around here in total
anonymity regarding the experience. Now let me put these on you like this . .
"
As soon as the gag went in her mouth, Marnie knew she had made a mistake
agreeing to this fantasy. Not being able to ask to be let go, to ask someone
to ease up due to discomfort, just to say that she would have to cut the
proceedings short to go to the bathroom, were all taken away. The more
restricted Barbara became, such as being forced to bend over at the waist, and
having her arms and neck secured by the "T" shaped wooden device with holes for
securing the head and hands, the more passive she became.
There Marnie and Barbara stood, facing each other with their covered heads two
feet apart, bent over at the waist, unable to move anything but their legs.
The pillory supported their upper body, so they could endure the protracted
moments in this confinement.
A few people were let in, who were part of the "Have Your Way with a Helpless
Stranger" fantasy. They milled around and touched the two helpless bodies as
they explored the setup of their fantasy. Marnie and Barbara tried to move
their bodies away from the touches, but as they moved away from one, they moved
into another. Eventually, they just stood still, tense, senses heightened,
afraid of their fate. They were not apprised of what could or would happen, to
enhance the experience of the mind play. First their togas were uncinched, and
were pulled up over the stock. Then everyone wanted to feel the nipple rings
adorning Marnie's breasts. She stood frozen not wanting to move against
someone's grasp on the rings. For the most part, it was an arousing
experience.
Barbara was just short of being in total shock. Without any light or sound,
every touch was startling, and the sensation was heightened by them being the
focus of her experience. Her breasts were fondled, her flanks and haunches
were stroked like a race horse. Her panties were lowered, as were Marnie's, to
their knees. The binding the panties created there was symbolic, since they
could move their legs, but they stood as if they were shackled at mid leg.
Marnie's smooth, bald pussy lips drew immediate attention. Everyone wanted to
feel what the hairless vulva felt like to the touch. Her cunt lips started to
swell and distend causing greater arousal as each took their turn. She was
glistening with moisture changing the friction dynamics, which encouraged the
participants of the "Helpless Stranger" fantasy to rub harder and quicker.
Then Marnie's legs buckled as she had an orgasm. It was like an explosion in
her head, since any expression of it was sealed in.
Barbara was getting probed by fingers and worked into a lather despite her
efforts at not enjoying her ordeal. She began moving her rear lewdly against
the fingers being inserted. Next came out some sexual aids from a box. The
participants could hear rustling of chairs and voices behind a theater type
curtain. Then the curtain opened and they were on the stage at the end of the
cafeteria in profile to the other dining guests. The diners were presented
with two well endowed, 39 year old ladies, in good shape, bent over at the
waist with their heads and hands immobilized by a pillory stock. This brought
the level of conversation up upon the realization that they were going to be
entreated to unexpected entertainment.
The fantasy participants took out dildo-like implements of varying sizes,
shapes and surface characteristics. They stood and faced the diners with their
choices and bowed when they got applause. First two of them with smaller
phalluses approached the two bound ladies and slowly inserted them into their
cunts. They were brought up to a fever pitch of tension, then two new
phalluses were presented which were circled with raised rings along the shaft
which increased in size as it neared the handle. With something similar to K-Y
Jelly, these were worked in and out their anuses slowly until eventually the
phalluses were in and held in place by the largest ring.
With rectums filled, larger dildos were administered to their cunts. The
tempo was adjusted to prolong the eventual climax, but with different people
taking turns, Barbara surprised herself and the others with a knee buckling
orgasm.
There was no rest for her, however, as the plunging resumed. Her head was
moving from side to side, her legs parted and she squatted somewhat to ease the
entry for the different techniques working the phallus in her cunt.
Each got increasingly larger phalluses inserted and worked in their cunts. As
a larger one entered, the rectal dildo was backed out one ring smaller, as much
as a counter of the different sizes, as making room for the larger intrusions.
They experienced orgasm after orgasm. Their bodies were stimulated incessantly
from the neck down for close to two hours. Eventually, people from the dining
floor were allowed to join the fantasy participants on the stage and brought
food items with them, like sauces and whipped cream, who painted the ladies'
pussies with the items and licked and sucked the ladies clean.
Barbara couldn't have felt guilt, or any other self-deprecating emotion at the
end, when behind the now closed curtain, Dr. Eraci released the two
participants from the restraint of the stock and headgear. They lay on their
backs on the floor, while Dr. Eraci took them through guided imagery to a place
for relaxation, healing, renewal, and energy. Dr. Eraci then said some things
designed to reinforce that Barbara had paid whatever penance she felt she would
need to pay to get back to herself again.
Marnie continued to worry about the raging sexual desire she was likely to
have, probably the next day, certainly the third. At least, she realized, if
worse came to worse, she could always sign up for the "Pillory" fantasy again
to get her horns clipped.
*****
"Brenda this is Brad."
"Hi Brad. So you look a lot older than Jimmy, how did you two become friends?"
Brenda asked.
"Our dads are buddies. We would end up going camping or other things together,
and I'd get stuck with this chump." Brad said, putting a playful headlock on
Jimmy's head and Dutch rubbing the top of Jimmy's head with his knuckles. "You
gotta love the guy." He said releasing Jimmy from the torment. "Hey Jimmy,
you're right, she is a Babe."
"So Brad, will you agree to follow my instructions at the mall?" Brenda asked.
"Sure, you can be the boss for awhile." He replied.
At the mall, Brenda wanted to go to clothing stores, Brad wanted to go to
cutlery, electronics, and music stores, and Jimmy had torn loyalties. He
wanted to experiment with photography around the mall with Brenda, and he
wanted to attach himself to the fun Brad was likely to generate. Being pulled
in the middle, Jimmy said, "Can we all sit down for something to eat first?"
They agreed. Brenda and Jimmy met Brad at a table in the food court after
everyone got a snack. "So, you want me to arrange some developing for you at
the store." Brad was saying. "Tell me about the pictures."
"Brenda here is a model. I want to be a photographer, and she let me shoot
some pictures, so I could practice with her." Jimmy explained.
"So why do you need me? Are you asking for freebie developing?" Brad asked.
"Some of the pictures might not be decent enough for a self-righteous lab
technician, that's all." Brenda explained.
Brad's eyes went wide. "You mean you let Jimmy Boy take nasty pictures of
you?" He said eager for her response.
"Maybe, maybe not. We would just like to have them developed privately, if
that is possible." Brenda said.
"Sure, I can get it done. My brother knows how to work the machine, and he has
a key to the store. I bet we could do it tonight after closing." Brad assured
them. "But, what's in it for me?"
"What do you mean? You're my friend, aren't you?" Jimmy challenged.
"Sure you and me are tight, but what about Brenda the babe here? What is in it
for me if I do you this favor, Babe?"
"Would it be called 'a favor' if I had to do something in return?" Brenda
retorted.
"Call it anything you like. My buddy here probably got to see more of you than
I can see right now, from what you say, and I'm just as important as he is in
this. You're the subject, he takes the shots, and I complete it by making it a
picture. You see, we are partners." Brad asserted.
"I guess you'll end up seeing the pictures, so there you go." Brenda said.
"My partners will see the pictures too, but I was the only partner that didn't
get to see the real thing, you see."
"Well gee, it is already done. What do you want of us?" Brenda said
frustrated.
"I'd like to be part of some pictures we do here, in this mall. Squirt here
has the camera. We'll set it up so you flash us in the mall, and Squirt takes
the shots before anyone sees you." Brad proposed.
"I can't do that. Not here, not in front of these people, not in front of you,
what if I get caught?" Brenda protested.
Brad laid it out, "Speed, that's the way to do it. Go in the can there and
take off your bra and panties. Then when you open your blouse, or lift your
skirt, you don't have to do anything more for the shot. Old Jimbo here will
shoot the shot quickly, you cover up right away, and no one but your partners
will be the wiser."
"Brad, don't make her do that. She's a professional model. We need to pose
the shots." Jimmy said.
"Oh, we can pose the shots all right, we'll just be adding an element of
challenge to it. I think Brenda would up to a challenge, wouldn't you?" Brad
asked.
"It's okay Jimmy. I've done more daring posing in public before. I'm willing
to give it a try, but you both have to assure me that neither the Crandels nor
your folks will ever see them." Brenda required.
"Sure, no problem. If my folks ever found out, the pictures would be taken
away anyway, and I wouldn't want that." Brad assured her.
Brenda walked to the bathroom looking in all directions to see if anyone was
noticing what she was about to do. Moments later when she walked out, she
approached the table like an eager virgin on her wedding night, "Ooooo, I feel
so naughty." She exclaimed gleefully.
"Turn around." Brad ordered. "Nice, real nice. You're definitely a 'Babe'.
Now stand over there." He said pointing to a spot that was flooded in light by
a skylight. "Jimmy, get that shot." He said referring to the way her breasts
were highlighted under her white blouse, as the light entered it and reflected
off of her features. "This is great." He whispered to Jimmy as he elbowed him
for emphasis. "Okay, let's go down the escalator . . . Now, lead the way up
and hold up the back of your skirt as you ride it."
Brenda did as she was directed, looking all around for anybody catching her
act. She was asked to do it again, only this time, with her legs as wide as
they would go on the step. She was posed as a mannequin in a department store,
because models should be able to do that. They had fun with the people who had
to get up close to see if she was real. She came out of the dressing room in
sexy lingerie at Sweet Nothings and posed for pictures between the racks, until
a sales clerk shooed them away. As they progressed through the mall, the three
of them got more daring and targeted individuals for Brenda to flash. A couple
of teens, who figured out some of what was going on, lingered behind to watch
the action, out of the partners' awareness. When the three entered a shoe
store for Brenda to try on several pairs of shoes, the teens entered and made
like they were looking at shoes, oblivious to the fact that the vantage point
they wanted to look up her dress from, was only displaying women's shoes.
As the three were approaching the food court again, Brenda's friend, Rosemary
came up to Brenda to say, "Hi." Brenda quickly tucked in her blouse, which was
now only being held together by two buttons, the one at the level of her
nipples and the one below that. Rosemary asked her, what she was doing with
the kids in the mall. Brad piped up that he wasn't a kid. Brenda explained,
"This is Jimmy and his friend Brad. I am watching Jimmy for the weekend."
Rosemary leaned in to whisper to Brenda, "Careful girl, the boys can see right
in your blouse."
Marnie nodded, embarrassed. "Well Rose, see you later?"
"Call me." Rosemary said as she waved good bye and disappeared into the crowd.
When their adventures around the mall were done, they reconvened in the food
court. It was crowded due to lunch time on a weekend. As they stood in line
for slices of pizza, Brad said, "Brenda why don't you go get us all some ice
water to drink."
When she returned with the drinks, Brad and Jimmy were still in line. "So what
are you going to order?" Brad asked.
"I not that hungry really." Brenda said.
"This flashing thing has got you pretty excited hasn't it?" Bread said
smiling.
"I don't know what you mean." Brenda said, not wanting to take him on over it,
because she was actually highly aroused from all of the excitement.
"I bet you're hot for it, aren't you?" He said. "I can prove it."
"Brad, keep it down. Not here." Brenda said getting embarrassed.
"I'm going to touch you between your legs and if you are wet there, then I win,
if not, you win." Brad challenged.
"Don't you even think of it, you monster." Brenda threatened.
"Careful, don't spill the drinks." He said, as he lifted the front of her
skirt and rubbed his hand along her pussy.
Brenda shrieked involuntarily, but tried to tamp the volume down as much as
possible. The tray went out in front, and the ice water spilled all down her
front. She stood there, her blouse soaked, nipples erect on her exposed tits
through the wet material, the empty tray dangling from the fingers of her right
hand, gasping for breath, panicked, processing quickly what she should do, and
finally said, "Now look what you've done."
And look is what everyone in the food court was beginning to do. Jimmy ran to
the nearest table and brought back some napkins. He unfolded a couple to hide
Brenda's exposed breasts, scowled at Brad, and patted her down in an effort to
dry her off. She took the napkins from him and tried to do it herself, until
she realized, it would be better to just make a beeline to the washroom to take
care of it out of sight of the gawking crowd.
Brenda dried her blouse off by turning the hand dryer nozzle up under her
blouse, and keeping the blower on. The warm rush of air washing over her bare
skin was soothing, but hardly consolation for the humiliation she had just
endured. She came out all buttoned up and tucked in, but her underthings were
still in the camera bag. She tried to walk to the table where the boys were
sitting as if nothing had happened. She got stares from some of the people,
but much of the crowd had turned over, and most had not seen her show.
"Let's get out of here." She ordered.
"I hope you're not mad at me." Brad said. "I warned you about the drinks."
"Don't you EVER touch me again. You understand?" She commanded.
"I won, so you can touch me there when we get back to Crandels." Brad said
jokingly.
Brenda took her hand and brought it up to his crotch and grabbed his balls,
squeezed, and whispered in his ear while holding tight, "Now we're even." Then
let him go with a shove.
Jimmy and Brenda smiled. Brad groaned and tried to shake off the pain so as
not to be noticed by those in the crowd that were curious by anything the three
were doing.
"Let's go." Brenda said, happy with herself, and started to leave, with Jimmy
right behind and Brad limping along trying to keep up.
Once in the car, Brenda asked, "When do we get together with your brother the
developer?"
"We can swing by the store now and ask him." Brad said.
When they got to the pharmacy, they looked around for his brother, Paul. When
they finally found him in the back, there was an instant attraction between
Paul and Brenda. During the small talk, Jimmy and Brad were growing jealous.
"So Paul, will you do it for us?" Brenda finally asked demurely.
"Meet me at the back door right at 9:30 tonight. If you're in the pictures,
I'd look forward to helping out." Paul said.
"I'll be there." Brenda said with a smile.
"Me too." Said Brad. "And me." Said Jimmy, both trying not to be ignored.
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