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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- DAPHNE'S DIARY OF ELEGANCE AND DECADENCE-- Part Three Written by Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com) Copyright (c) 2002 by the author PART THREE---"Daphne, You Are Pathetic" (Fdom/cd, nc, tort, tg/fetish, drugs, Fdom/M) (When the Prof showed me "Daphne's Diary", I contacted Daphne and asked her to let me write my account of what happened between us in the Rubber Room. She was very flattered by my request and agreed as long as I "didn't leave anything out"....) As soon as I felt the thick masses of semen in Daphne's rectum I thought two things: 1) No need to take her to the E Room, and 2) Mighty impressive, Ron. From the way Daphne talked and the fact I didn't see anyone else around when I arrived, I had to assume that Ron was one of those rare 10cc+ men (Peter Berlin, Peter North, etc.). Daphne was no slouch in that department either...my vulva was still dripping and my inner thighs wet with her lovely ejaculate. I felt a momentary pang of guilt when I thought about the naughty way I had seduced her, but how else could we know whether she was a "real man" or not? Realman, total queer, or whatever, it was time for me to reduce Daphne to just a "thing" to be punished and tortured. I smiled at her as I thought to myself, "Tonight I'll write a new 'Story of D'." I ordered D into the rubber room where I selected new attire to replace the silly schoolgirl uniform. While D pulled on thigh-high shiny latex boots with 5" stilettos (a good match for the crotchless rubber panties and matching open-nipple bra), I carried a few special items into the Backroom. I returned and forced D into an incredible rubber straitjacket/corset that really emphasized D's hourglass figure and perfect bubblebutt. I cinched it as far as it would go and wound the sleevestraps so tightly I'm surprised D could even breathe. D started to say something, and I became enraged. "Were you given permission to speak?" I slapped her face hard and she staggered on the 5" heels, but kept her mouth shut. Pleased that D was cooperating, I rewarded her by strapping a new PenisMeat gag on her and forcing all 6" of it into her throat and roller buckling it behind her neck. D had the look of a frightened animal in her eyes as I grasped her cock and balls and pulled them out of the crotchless panties. I needed a mild erection so I placed the tiny penis in my mouth and sucked. D moaned, and I tasted the tangy blend of my sex and her semen. (On a purely personal note, I must say that of all the men and women I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately, none has been more sexually responsive than D. Without fail, every time it was demanded, she delivered partial and full erections, even when Sexual Olympians would have been exhausted.) In moments I had my partial and quickly "ringed" her. One thick 2" rubber ring went first around scrotum and shaft, then six 1.5" thinrings around D's ballsack. Her nuts protruded obscenely and became bright red in color. I thumped them moderately hard with the back of my hand, and D doubled over and tried to scream but couldn't. When she straightened up, I quickly encased her entire head in a fantastic rubber bondage helmet, mouthless and eyeless, with only two small nostril slits for breathing. I stood back to admire my creature--"Rubber D"! What a sight: D's gorgeous legs in "Pretty Woman" fetishboots, naked thighs and bubblebutt, g-string rubber panty, hairless cock and balls ballooning with tightrings, upperbody immobilized by ironlung restrictiveness of corset and straitjacket, neck and head completely cut off from sight and sound by skintight rubber helmet, and underneath huge gagging rubber throatmeat. (I made some flash photos of Rubber D and later sold them for several thousand to Transformation magazine-- the magazine "For Men Who Love to be Women". I heard much later that Rubber D's photos generated over 5000 fan letters...) D could barely walk in the restraints and 5" heels, and I slowly guided her into the Backroom again. I brought her to the horse and bent her over it and spread her legs and chained them to the ends and finally had her where I wanted her. My instructor had given me an A+ in caning, and D was to be a very special caning victim. In minutes, D's ass and upper thighs were crisscrossed with dozens of thin stripes, all oozing beautiful red-purple blood. She was hoarse from screaming into the gag and there were pools of drool and piss on the floor. D had lost control of her bladder during the caning and spontaneously peed. I don't have to tell you how good I felt about that. I had promised D that she would get my deluxe discipline, and I knew that my second course would be "right up her alley". (Let me say editorially that Ron isn't the only master asstoy maker). I reached for the largest assballs on the market, the Tom Chase model by Falcon. Six 2.5" rubber balls, all on the same rubber "vine". I had prelubed them thoroughly, and got down on my knees to get a good look at her asshole. I gently pressed the first ball into D's anus, so she knew, more or less, what was coming. When the first ball stuck and refused to go in, D began screaming in pain and fear of the monstrous diameters she would be forced to pass. I put my thumbs on the ball and forced with all my strength, and the ring finally snapped and her rectum suddenly swallowed the ball, and D screamed continuously as ball after ball was forced in, and the balls entered her intestine and the last ball jammed completely and D fainted from rectal/colon pain overload. (My instructor stressed the importance of "ying and yang" in dealing with my masochist clients.....) While D was passed out, I unchained her legs then woke her up and moved her to the operating table. Further stimulation was the last thing she needed right now, so I spread a mummification bag on the table, helped her onto the table and laid her on her back on the bag. The assballs were still jammed in, and I left them there. Using roller buckles, I quickly strapped her ankles, knees and thighs. The mummy bag had built-in head restraints, so I had achieved total bondage. "Rubber D" could not move a single muscle. I broke the seal on a slim rubber urethra catheter, grasped the partial erection (D always erected when prostatically stimulated),and forced about 7" of catheter in. Oh, the screaming! I ran the tube through a tiny valve in the bag and connected it to a piss collection bag hanging under the table. I mouth-lubed two clear nostril breathing tubes and pushed them into her sinuses. D was screamed out by then, and slavishly took the tubes with only a whimper. I ran the tubes through a valve on top of the bag and made sure the tube ends would remain open at all times. "Daphne, can you hear me?" "Uh-huh." Weak, childlike response. "I hope you're not claustrophobic, because I'm going to seal you into this mummy bag and keep you in complete isolation for quite a long time, maybe overnight. Goodbye Daphne." As I zipped her into the heavy mummy bag, she screamed, snorted, mmmmphd and groaned in a frenzy of panic. I could still hear her terrified screams even after I completed zipping, but when I pressurized the bag (25psi) with the compressed air cylinder, all sounds from inside the bag became inaudible. I put my ear against the end of the breathing tubes to be sure she was still breathing and was gratified to hear her panicky sniffs of precious outside air. At the rate the collection bag was filling, I had definitely succeeded in scaring the piss out of her. As I walked away, I remembered hearing someone describing the sensations she was now feeling as very much like being "buried alive". I shuddered at what I had done. I prayed "Rubber D" would somehow be able to endure this ultimate bondage torture of absolute physical restraint and absolute sense isolation without losing her mind and becoming hopelessly psychotic. I checked the time and was very much surprised to see that D had first entered the rubber room not quite an hour ago. Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? I decided to look for Ron, or rather the "Prof" as Daphne refers to him in her Diary, and found him next door in an amazing nursery room. He was napping in an oversize crib and was naked except for a silk robe which D must have spread over him. I was feeling clever so I got up in the crib and lay down with my crotch right in front of his nose, and in seconds I saw his eyes pop open. I had heard that he could smell semen from 100 yards away. He inhaled deeply and looked back at me. "Is it Daphne's?" "Yes, it's hers." His eyes dropped in grudging admiration for a moment, and I hunched forward and got my labia against his mouth. I whispered, "Eat it, Ron. If anyone deserves Daphne's sperm, it's you. Come on, I'll feed it to you." I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide apart and raised them until my ankles were resting on either side of the crib. The sexuality of the position was extreme. The Prof scrambled around and knelt in front of me and whispered my name several times as if worshipping me, and plunged his mouth onto my vulva and sucked like a man sucking for his very life. He looked up at me and said, "Tell me everything you did, tell me everything you said and that she did and said." I could tell he was the kind of pervert who got off vicariously, (a very homosexual trait if you ask me), but since he was burning up with passion I decided to give him every titillating detail. At intervals, he would look up and ask me questions: "Was she a good fuck?" "The hottest I've had in years." "Are you sure that all this come is hers, I mean there's a lot of it." "You're supposed to be the spermtaste expert. You tell me....taste anybody else's? Put your tongue as far in my vagina as you can get it." He did just that, and I exploded in an instant G-spot orgasm and his nose was on my clit and I orgasm'd again, and then his tongue was in my anus and I reached up and found his stiff penis and said "It's now or never, Ron", and he didn't hesitate and he alternated between my vagina and my anus and gave me the screwing of a lifetime, and he came half in my ass and half in my cervix, and we laughed crazily and shouted our names and Daphne's name, and Ron was queer no more and he laughed and cried with relief and loved me for rescuing his sexuality and I was happier than I had ever been or would be again. (Thank you Daphne for everything...S) It was difficult for me to read S's account of trapping me in the mummy bag and leaving me there. I had managed to just about block it out of my memory because it was the most awful thing that anybody ever did to me. She was right that I would go out of my mind. I hallucinated the whole time...all I can remember was the last one...I had become a human turd and was being shitted down a huge intestine which pressed in on me from every side and moved my turdbody towards a small but muscular anus which I knew would crush me to death. What brought the nightmare ordeal to an end was a growing awareness that my bladder was filling instead of emptying and an urgent need to piss. When the pain reached cancer-clinic levels I was back into reality-- the bitch was draining the pissbag back into me! The strain to contain the massive transfusion of urine caused one of the assballs to shift and press directly on the shit-impulse nerves in my colon. Suddenly I had to shit and piss real bad!!! Trust me when I say that the human body is not designed to cope with such overwhelming, simultaneous urges of excruciating pain. At the moment when I knew organ rupture was imminent and I would die, the bag suddenly deflated and unzipped. I felt the straps on my legs be released and my legs lifted one at a time into the stirrups and the cockrings being pulled off and the rubber helmet pried off and the huge gag unbuckled and pulled out of my throat. Oh god, the sweet air of freedom! (It was not to last because what S did next was unbelievably cruel and humiliating...) "I'll take the catheter out and let you piss, but first you have to shit the assballs out." She had me in a classic Catch-22: I couldn't shit even the first ball without pissing and I couldn't piss without shitting first! I couldn't even beg Her because my voice was completely gone from the gagging and screaming. She had cunningly left me no choice at all. "If it's any comfort, at least half of the piss that's in you is mine," she said. Oddly, even though I was in incredible pain, I found this kinky and arousing. I concentrated on the assball jammed in my anus...I isolated the rectals and anals and crunched my gluts...and the ball moved maybe a fraction of an inch. I began crying in frustrated pain and anger...she began slapping me hard and screaming at me... I was at the edge of insanity and made one last ultimate effort, and the assball shot out and the next one shot out too, and S shrieked and jerked the catheter out and I pissed 6 feet straight up and pissed all over myself and all over Her and the assballs rocketed slimily and noisily out until the last one which I shitted so hard the whole string of assballs blew off the table and fell sloppily onto the floor. (S told me later that the Rhodesians had been watching all of this and when the assballs fell to the floor, they rushed forward and licked the spermcovered balls and bit them and jerked them apart and ran off with them....) "Daphne, you are pathetic." She was right. Piss was at least an inch deep in the mummy bag, and I was still pissing and cramping. But worse was the residue which I had expelled with the assballs-- heavy mucous of intestinal slime, dog'n'mansperm, and ball-lube, all streaked with filaments and threads of blood. Like afterbirth, it oozed out of my open anus into the piss and sweat of the bag. She looked away from the mess. "My God, would you look at that? Why anybody would keep homosexual dogs around their house is beyond me. Ugh, so disgusting." I looked over and sure enough one dog was fucking the other up the ass. I kept my mouth shut about my amorous encounter with them. She picked up the penisgag and showed it to me. "It was in your throat for so long that your drool solidified like wax around the head. It's nearly half-inch thick with hardened drool. And just look at the last 3 inches...." I had bitten and chewed the tough rubber so much there were hundreds of small tears in the "skin" of the penishaft. "Hmm, I've got an idea. Open your mouth as wide as you can." I did and she forced the base in, and the dildo was mounted in my mouth like a harness. She got into a reverse cowgirl over my face and slowly lowered her ass to the dildo. I could see her tight rosebud lowering to the tip. Her normal pinkness was blotchy with redness, however, and a clear fluid oozed from it. I watched in awe as her babyanus engulfed the droolcaked head and slid smoothly down onto the rough tears where my teeth had been. "Ugghhhhhhhhh.........." She kept coming down until the entire shaft was in. Her anal lips touched mine, and my nose pressed into her soft assflesh. I was in heaven and so was She. She lifted away and felt the rough surface tickle/annoy/hurt her anorectal tissues. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...." (S later told me that it was at that moment that she first realized that She was anal-erotic like the Prof and me.) As you can imagine, S was in no hurry once she discovered the incredible pleasure such an unconventionally modified dildo can provide. I would've frigged her clit but my arms were still trapped in the straitjacket. As it turned out, she didn't need to be touched but had a pure anal orgasm which I was privileged to view from only inches away. She even peed a little in my face. When she was done, she swung around and straddled me and pulled the dildo out and forced it back into my throat! I swallowed in surprise and tasted her ass and tasted SEMEN! I knew it wasn't mine...could it be His? She saw my eyes and said "Yes, Daphne, it's Ron's. He fucked me like a Man while you were in your bondage bag." I choked back a sob and then wept openly with pure joy of knowing how happy the Prof must be.... S looked at the diver's watch on her wrist and said, "He told me to have you ready at midnight, so let's go get cleaned up." We stripped off our rubber clothes and left them lying on the floor and went to Room #4. This was a fabulous spa room with hot tub, wading pool, infrared lighting, lush vegetation, mirrored walls, massage tables, open showers, blowdryers and a private "showbiz" style dressing room with racks of lingerie and accessories. Everything smelled of expensive perfume. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers. We showered together, soaping and rinsing each other, kissing and fingerfucking too. Giggling like girls, we cuddled in the hot tub and let the superheated jacuzzi relax us. I had to admit that She'd done her job and dominated the hell out of me in the Backroom. The trick with the mummy bag was one for the ages. Helping S get off anally had got me kind of stirred up too...I had a vivid mental picture of being screwed by a monster alien and my cock reacted. She noticed..."I can see you're thinking about me, aren't you?" I blushed, and She laughed. "I haven't seen it, you know, but he's described it to me, and Daphne you are going to need an ambulance when it's all over." "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" "I think you both are." "I want you to be there." "I will be, but I won't interfere with Him. He has gone to a lot of trouble and expense to give you the sexual event of a lifetime and I'm not going to spoil it for either of you. I'm going to do what He says, and so are you. If you get hurt, that's just too damned bad." "Thanks a lot for the moral support. By the way, what's the theme--'Bride of the Alien'?" "You are clairvoyant. It's actually 'Alien Honeymoon'. Your wedding night attire was personally selected by him and is in the dressing room. Let's go." We found fresh champagne, cut flowers and marijuana there too. She had a ball getting high and getting me ready. He had defined the look He wanted, and I was happy to let her create it. Since no self-respecting bride of a mutant alien could possibly consider virginal white, everything was to be Elvira-black. S did my makeup perfectly and brunette curls to my waist gave me a Gothic Beauty I never knew was there. Heavy black eyeliner and shadow framed long black lashes and black lipstick and nails. So punk.... In a scene straight from 'Gone with The Wind', S forced me into an exquisite back-laced bustier/corset in black satin and reduced my waist to an incredible 22". I could barely breathe. She encased my legs in black nylons (with seams) and a black lace garter belt, then slipped my feet into 3" backless mules with black boa trim (very 40's Hollywood). She fastened a thick choker of black pearls around my neck, and attached earrings of black jade carved in the shape of twisting penises. She got on her knees and painstakingly forced my cock and balls into a wicked black leather "figure of eight" erection maker. Shotgun metal slave bands were tightened around my biceps, and heavy ringed black bracelets around my forearms. The "engagement ring" was in carved onyx and depicted a perfect anus slightly open (nice touch, don't you think?). The final piece was a gorgeous Vicky's Secret midnight lace peignoir sheer to the floor. We were both proud of the reflection in the full-length mirror. In spite of the punky gothic makeup I felt I had never been more beautiful. In my stoned mind I actually began to feel like a bride on her wedding night...I was ready to be fucked senseless. (Oh, the Drama of it all...) "Before I take you to Him, I must do two more things. Bend over and spread your cheeks. I'm going to inject you with a rectal aphrodisiac made out of powdered Asian monkey penises blended with liquid estrogen. He says it will help you get psyched-out enough to take the largest objects he has--the Stretcher, the Snake, and Mister Ed." I felt a long hard rubber syringe slide into my colon and the fluid release. My colorectal tissues began tingling. "Open your asshole wider. The only way to do this final thing is with this surreal vinyl horsecock he calls Little Sam." I felt the unmistakable horsecock flange press into my anus. It was incredibly slick with thick gel She had coated it with. She got the angle right and my anus swallowed it, and I could tell she had used Little Sam before, because when the massive head entered the sharp curve of my sigmoid colon, She began a clockwise screwing and I felt the heavenly sensation of deep insertion of monster cock and in seconds she had screwed the whole thing in me. "The gel conducts electricity, Daphne. One of the Aliens he made is wired to pass electricity into your intestines. I think He intends to electrocute you with it." END OF PART THREE Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted sexual activities described herein. DB ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18