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iwillserveu -> Seen on naked guy on a St. Stephen's cross, and you've seen them all (2/16/2004 6:39:00 PM)
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i sometimes write a fantasy story for my Mistress. In a way it is topping from the bottom, but she knows she can take an idea or leave it. It helps that something's i describe i cannot do.
In the end, however, i get discouraged. i'd like to give her something exiting and new (besides the Love Boat.:)). i might put a new spin on it, but basically when you've seen one naked guy on a St. Stephen's cross you've seen 'em all.
i can write a story about having a pair of her pantyhose act as a hood with one leg being used as a blindfold, then running around my head and being used as a gag. i can even add how they should be expendable hose as they probably will be ruined. i can never, however, claim the idea as original.
Hands cuffed and locked to the collar, belt, thigh cuffs, ankle cuffs, ceiling. wall, floor, bedposts, chair arms, stocks, etc have all been done.
Sometimes the simple things are good.
Begin story
i was not bound in any way when Mistress told me to put my hands behind my back.
She tied them and then put my collar on..
The She put thigh cuffs on Herself. i was worried she was switching on me. When she told me to kneel and start licking her sweet, sweet, love boat i realized i worried needlessly. i heard the "click" of locks locking my collar to her thigh cuffs.
She then turned on the TV and told me to mind my job. She controlled my head by moving her thighs in and out.
Then i heard what she was watching. i heard the horns and deep baritone voice from NFL films. i heard the TV mention about Bledsoe going down against the Jets and knew he was talking about the 2001 Patriots. It helped that i knew the story. When the snow bowl and Vinateri's kick was up Clark voted to kick Morris out of the Tribe.
She noticed i noticed or guessed i noticed. "If you were paying attention to you job, punk," She said, "You would not have noticed."
i paid no attention to Survivor as i paid complete attention to the task at hand. Then she unlocked me and made a point of letting me kneel at her feet and watch TV with her. It was Fear Factor.
"Message received, Mistress," i said during a commercial.
"Go relieve yourself," said Mistress, "I'm going to put you to bed now."
She put me to bed with my hands over my head, a spreader bar between my ankles and my body rolled up as my ankles were tied to the head board posts. She gagged me with a ball gag because "She didn't want my crying to keep her up." Then she put my butt plug in.
After She left and turned out the lights i keep hoping she'd come back. This was pretty harsh. The worse part was it meant i really displeased Her. i was glad when morning came. She took out the butt plug and told me she'd untie me and let me relieve myself get her breakfast after my ass was sufficiently red.
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