From sysop@edenbbs.com Fri Jan 10 12:43:27 1997
To: sysop@edenbbs.com
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Subject: Mindy's Sweet Revenge (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr) 1/2
From: sysop@edenbbs.com
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 11:43:27 -0600

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Mindy's Sweet Revenge
(forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr).


     To me, Mindy was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever
seen.

     I could describe every detail about her, since whenever I
spotted her, I couldn't keep my eyes from her. She was a few inches
shorter than I am, had short, glistening black hair, greenish-blue
eyes, and always seemed to wear -- to me! -- provocative clothing:
a short denim skirt, or form fitting jeans, or a sweater that was
just a little too tight. Every time I saw her, my heart skipped a
beat; I had what must have been the male equivalent of a "swoon."
If you said that I had a major crush on her, you would have been
right on the money.

     I wanted to be with her so badly; I had fantasies about her
that I would rather not repeat. However, I never had enough nerve
to walk up to her in the dining hall because she was always sitting
with a bunch of her girlfriends. Even when she was on her way to or
from classes, she was usually with her roommate or some of her
friends.

     After following her for discretely for several days from a
distance -- please don't ever accuse me of having stalked her! --
I finally "accidentally" bumped into her when she was alone. After
several attempts to ask her out, and an equal number of rejections,
she finally accepted a date for the following Friday night. Maybe
she wanted to find out what made me so persistent.

     Late Friday afternoon, before dinner, I called her to "remind
her" that we had a date that evening, just as she suggested. I was
puzzled when she told me to "make sure that I was clean inside and
out." She added that it really turned her off when a man had poor
"personal hygiene" habits. She told me to make especially sure that
I "attended to my bodily functions," which was a pretty strange
thing for her to say. Nonetheless, I scrubbed myself down in the
shower, shaved, and used deodorant. I checked myself twice in the
mirror and then went over to Mindy's dorm to pick her up.

     I walked excitedly over to her dorm and, when I got there, I
called her phone number on the intercom. She told me that she would
be right down. Several minutes passed and then she appeared. What
a knockout! She was all dressed in black -- with a loose-fitting,
turtleneck black sweater, short black satiny skirt, black hi-top
stockings and knee high boots. My eyes quickly dropped down to
stare at her lovely skin between the tops of her stockings and the
bottom of her skirt. She caught me ogling her and when I looked up
at her face a split second later, I saw an amused look on her face.

     She walked -- or should I say "sashayed" -- over to me, softly
grasped my upper arm, pulled me subtly closer, and turned her body
and face to kiss me on my cheek. All at the same time, her hair
brushed against my face, her breasts rubbed lightly against my
chest, and I smelled her wonderful aroma. I couldn't help sniffing
audibly; I was overcome by the flood of sensations. I felt myself
responding; I just couldn't help it.

     For a brief moment, then -- either accidentally or purposely --
her hand brushed down over the front of my pants. In that quick
moment, she must have unmistakably felt the bulge in my pants. She
smiled and then said, in a low but very clear and insistent voice,
"C'mon upstairs. We'll have to do something about this." I couldn't
believe that this was happening so fast!

     We walked over to the elevator. It must have been held open on
another floor because it took a long time to come. While we were
waiting, Mindy stood close to me and I wanted to reach out to
embrace her. Finally we got on the elevator, which was empty. As
the doors closed, Mindy turned to me, placed her hand on my neck
and drew me close. Suddenly, she started to kiss me hungrily,
passionately, desperately. Her tongue was exploring the inside of
my mouth. I responded in kind. We were locked in an embrace and
then I felt two wet fingers next to my nostrils. Seconds later, I
realized that I was smelling her woman's scent. She must have
reached down to rub her fingers inside her privates. She pushed her
fingers slightly up into my nose. The combination of her musky odor
and the ardor of our long kiss was overwhelming.

     The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As we got off, she
purposely -- it must have been on purpose! -- once again caressed
the growing bulge in my pants. She smiled at me knowingly. We
walked down the hallway to her room. I could scarcely contain my
excitement; yet, as a counterpoint, it was humorously awkward
walking with a hard-on.

     We walked into her room. She carefully turned to double lock
the door, and fasten the chain. She turned to me, looked right into
my eyes, paused, and then said, in a strangely matter-of-fact tone,
"Take off all of your clothes...all of them"

     You know what they say about men -- "When the cock gets hard,
the brain gets soft." Anyway, I stood there and started to unbutton
my shirt, took it off, and then bent over to take off my shoes. She
laughed, and then said, more seriously, "Sit down on the bed and
then take off the rest of your clothes."

     I removed my shoes and socks. I then pulled down my slacks and
underwear. She picked my white jockeys and inspected the inside
carefully. "Good. You keep yourself clean. I wouldn't want to be
with anyone with poor habits."

     I was nude, yet she was still fully clothed. She pushed me
back on the bed. My feet were still touching the floor. She knelt
down between my legs and softly grabbed my cock. She started
rubbing it up and down. As I started to breathe harder from the
excitation, her own smell from inside my nose was intensified. It
felt so good and I felt myself getting close to getting there.
"Boys like you come much too quickly." I then felt her encircle my
penis with her thumb and index finger, just below the head, and
then she squeezed, hard. I felt my raging hard-on start to subside.
"Good. Now we'll get down to business."

     Mindy took my dick once more in her hand and then drew her
body up. She engulfed my cock in her mouth and slowly, languidly,
started to move her mouth up and down on it. She held her hand
tightly around the base of my cock. Soon, inevitably, I started to
come, and she sensed the premonitory sensation, too. "Please," I
moaned, but she pulled her mouth off my cock, and, once again,
squeezed her thumb and finger around my manhood until the sensation
passed.

     She stood up, reached down under her skirt and pulled her
panties down. They were bright pink and silky, with some lace
around the leg and waist openings. She let them drop down to her
ankles, and then bent over to pull them off her feet. She lifted
them up for me to see, smiled at me, and then carefully placed the
moist area that had been between her legs and placed it tightly
over my nose. "Breathe deeply and smell all of me," she ordered. I
could hardly refuse.

     Holding her wet silky panties over my nose and face, she
climbed up on the bed, and, on her knees, brought her body up
closer my head. "Now I want you to kiss and lick ME," she directed.
She then rotated her body, quickly lifted her short skirt over my
face and wrapped her legs around both sides of my head. I was
thrust into darkness as her skirt floated down around my head and
as she maneuvered her vagina down onto my mouth. She pressed her
body even more against my mouth as I felt her bend over. I started
to lick her, and, as I did so, she responded in kind. She drew my
cock into her mouth and sucked me, and grabbed my testicles
tightly. I licked her furiously and stuck my tongue in and out of
her. I felt her begin to spasm and I, too, started to come, but,
once more, she stopped ME from coming by tightly pinching just
below the head of my cock.

     She pushed her body from me and got off my face. She had a
satisfied look on her face. "That felt really nice," she said after
a few moments. "But if you want to come, you're going to have to
wait."

     "Oh, c'mon," I pleaded. "You got me so horny. Please finish me
off."

     Merrily, she laughed. "Not right now. But I will take care of
you later. I promise."

     Thank goodness she wasn't going to leave me hanging.

     "But there are a few things that you're going to have to do
for me," Mindy announced. Her voice started to take on a more
serious, more menacing tone. She got off the bed, straightened her
skirt, and opened the bottom drawer or her dresser. As she did so,
the back of her skirt rode up over her ass and I got a brief, yet
luscious, view of her ass and vagina. She must have known exactly
what effect she was having on me.

     She came back holding a small flesh colored dildo and some
thin linked chain. She held the dildo up for me to see. The dildo
was about six inches long and, at its widest, almost an inch in
diameter. Instead of a round circle of rubber at one end, most of
both sides of the circle was cut away so only a half inch strip of
rubber, about three inches long, was left. At the center of the
strip, at the base of the dildo, a metal eyelet had been fastened. 
As if she were reading my thoughts, she said, "The excess was cut
away to make wearing it more comfortable. But this remaining strip
will stop it from going all the way in. And you'll soon find out
what the eyelet is for." She dropped the chain on the bed next to
my head and I automatically turned my head in response to the
clinking noise.

     Abruptly, Mindy said, "Watch this." As I turned back towards
her, she slowly pushed the dildo up inside of her. I heard her
audible intake of air and a brief look of ecstasy in her eyes. She
pulled it slowly out and then in several times. Her eyes glazed
over and her breathing quickened. Then, abruptly, she pulled the
dildo out, and leaned over me.

     She placed the tip of the dildo against my lips and, pushing
it between my clenched teeth, said, "Take this all the way into
your mouth and make it as wet as you can." I complied...what choice
did I have? After all, her taste and smell of her made me more
excited and even more erect.

     She started moving it slowly up and down inside my mouth. "How
do you like being fucked in your mouth? Mindy asked. I was taken
aback by her sudden vulgarity, but without waiting for my response,
she grabbed my erection with her other hand, and started to rub it
up and down. It was still damp from her saliva.

     "Now for something really nice," Mindy announced. "Spread your
legs wide." She pulled the dildo out of my mouth. At the same time
she was rubbing my erection, she reached down between my legs and
started to press the dildo against my asshole. "What the..." I
started to ask.

     "Keep still and just try to relax," Mindy directed. I couldn't
refuse her. She started to move the tip in and out, very slowly.
"Your ass is so tight. You must be a virgin," she noted. I heard an
almost imperceptible chuckle.

     As much as my sphincter tried to resist, Mindy was implacable.
She continued to work the dildo even further into me. At one point
she had to stop caressing my dick in order to pinch it just below
the head to stop me from getting there. But stopping the onrush of
my orgasm didn't stop her from finally pushing the dildo all the
way in.

     She brought her body up onto the bed and, kneeling between my
legs, once again took me into her mouth. She started to moved her
mouth up and down on me in rhythm with the thrusting of the dildo
inside of me -- at first ever so slowly, and then more rapidly. Her
mouth was hot and wet, and the dribble of her saliva made its way
down between my legs and onto the dildo.

     The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful. I could have
orgasmed immediately, except that Mindy knew exactly when to apply
her "death grip" which pulled me back from my orgasm. After several
more cycles or excitation and de-escalation, she pulled her mouth
off of me with a loud slurp and told me to stand up.

     As I got off the bed, she picked up the chain and then quickly
stood next to me to grab and hold onto my erect cock. As she let
gravity straighten out the chain, I noticed that the one chain was
actually two chains fastened together at the midpoint of each. I
started to question her, to try to resist, but in a very
authoritative tone, Mindy told me to "stand at attention." She then
ordered me to move my legs apart and to stand very still.

     She took her hand off my cock, which, in its purple and
engorged state, continue to stick out of my body like a "One Way"
sign. She stepped around me and, from behind, wrapped the chain
around my waist. I noticed that the juncture of the two chains was
right next to my navel. She pulled the ends of one chain tight
around me and she must have hooked something through the links to
keep it held tightly around my waist.

     She moved to face me and I watched her in a fascinated haze of
sexual expectation. It was mesmerizing to observe her as she used
what looked like a knitting needle to thread the two remaining
chains through doubled over loops on both long sides of a six inch
by two inch piece of beige strong cloth. These loops, about a half
inch in diameter, had been formed by folding over the cloth and
sewing seams along each long end, along a half inch line from each
edge. The thick black thread looked even stronger than the cloth.

     She worked the cloth down the chain until it was about four
inches from the waist chain. She placed the cloth right on my
erection, where it obediently stayed, since I was still quite
erect. She moved to stand behind me, and then, kneeling down,
reached from behind and between my legs and quickly pulled the
chain ends back and then up between my legs. My erection was
horribly bent backwards and up between my legs. I almost swooned
with pain. I could only topple over if I tried to move because she
had looped the chains around the waist chain and was pulling with
inescapable force. 

     After a few moments, when I started to recover from this
assault, she made sure that each of the two chains were on either
side of my scrotum. I then felt her fumbling around the base of the
dildo. She released one chain from its loop around the waist chain,
but promptly threaded it through the eyelet at the base of the
dildo and then looped it back over the waist chain. She did the
same with the other chain. Then, I heard the unmistakable "click"
of a lock. "Now this will keep your old cock out of the way and
your new cock way up inside of you." And then Mindy laughed.

     It felt as if my groin was being distended downward. It was
like the most horrible but the most exquisite of wedgies.

     "It's time to go out on our date, now. Oh yes...I didn't
forget the promise to take care of you later."

     How could I possibly walk around all chained up? But Mindy
continued...

     "Since you don't have a real cock, in any sense of the word,
I want you to wear some different clothing." She picked up her
bright pink panties from the bed and, bending down, said, "Step
into these." I hesitated but then her voice dropped down a notch as
she said, "Do it, or you'll leave this moment." Would she push me
out into the hall, naked and chained up? At that point, I feared
that she, indeed, would.

     I stepped into her bright pink panties and she pulled them up
my legs. The lacy elastic waist band made a discernible snap as she
positioned them around my waist. The silky material felt smooth and
snug against my skin.

     She walked over to her dresser, and, suddenly whirling, she
said "Smile!" as a flash went off. When my eyes readjusted, she was
holding a Polaroid camera. "This will be just for the two of us,
unless you want some copies made," Mindy said, ominously.

     She then pulled out a bright pink matching bra from her
dresser and held it up for me to see. "This one will probably fit
you the best," she said. She placed it around my chest and fastened
it behind me. She then began to squeeze both nipples and
alternately softly caress my skin through the silky material. "See
how nice this feels?" She paused. "Say it. Tell me now nice this
feels."

     She kept rubbing my nipples and squeezing them. I felt a
stirring between my legs. "Mmmmm. This feels so nice," I finally
admitted.

     "Now fondle yourself. Squeeze your nipples. Do it!"

     I placed my hands over my chest and rubbed my hands over my
bra. I pinched my nipples until they hurt. And it did feel so good.
Another flash! Damn, she had taken another picture. "Just for our
scrapbook," she said, chuckling.

     "Good. But what you really need are some  real' breasts." She
took small breast forms out of her drawer and carefully placed them
in each cup. "You wouldn't want bigger tits than mine, would you?"
I was confused. I didn't know what to say.

     "Now hurry up and get dressed," Mindy commanded. I looked at
her imploringly. I couldn't believe that she intended to go out
with me dressed with bright pink feminine undergarments and trussed
up the way I was. As an answer, she said, simply, "Put your clothes
on. Now."

     I pulled my shirt on and started to button it. Mindy laughed
when she noticed that my larger chest caused the shirt to distend
in the front. Also, I could see the outline of bra straps through
the thin material. "All of your clothes," was all that she had to
say. I pulled up my pants and belted them. It was not very
comfortable when I had to bend over to pull up my socks and tie my
shoes.

     I stood up and Mindy laughed. My shirt looked ridiculous. "You
can't go out that way," she said and she rummaged through one of
her drawers and pulled out a pink sweater. She stepped toward me
and suddenly ripped at my shirt, tearing the buttons off. "This
will fit you much better. Take off your shirt and put this on."

     I took off what remained of my shirt and pulled the sweater
down over my head. It was a v-neck, but the neck had a lacy edge
sewn around the opening. Worse, yet, there were no sleeves. And the
arm holes, too, had lace around each opening. "The sweater looks
very pretty on you."

     The sweater felt nice because it was cotton -- I hated wool --
but the color and style were ultra-feminine. No one could possibly
mistake it for a man's sweater.

     "Look at you! That hair under your arms has got to go," Mindy
said scornfully. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a can of
shaving cream and a pink throwaway razor. "Lift your arms up. I
haven't got all day." And just like that, she proceeded to shave
the hair from under my arms. "And now, a little talcum powder."
With a powder puff, she then sprinkled some scented powder under my
arms. When was this going to end?

     "Wait a sec. Your neck looks so bare since you're wearing such
a frilly lacy sweater. She reached once more into her drawer and
took out a black velvet choker necklace. She placed it around my
neck and fastened it. It was just tight enough so that when I tried
to turn my head, it started to constrict me.

     "Oh, damn. We've got to do something with your face. It's too
pale." She brought over some makeup, and I started to say, "That's
enou..." but Mindy cut me right off and reminded me, "Remember
those pictures. You wouldn't want them all over the campus." She
smiled as the implicit threat was spoken.

     She sat me down on a chair in front of her mirror. I watched
in fascination as she first applied dark blue eye shadow and then
eye liner. "If you have too much makeup on, you'll look like a
whore," Mindy noted. But she proceeded to put on more and more
layers. And then, she took out her lipstick. The color was a very
bright red. "Open your mouth slightly." She continued by painting
my lips. I felt the glossy, waxy feeling as my lips were coated.
"Now move your lips together."
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