Fridayella - The Aftermath
by The Denizens of FDWritings and FKWLounge
[FDWritings] Chanting
It all started innocently enough. First there was this thread on FDWritings.From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:43am
Subject: Chanting
It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed
chanting occurring in this here group.
This has got to stop.
The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous
creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would we
be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to
destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I
promise not to do it again!]
So from now on only licensed chanting allowed ... OK?
Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145 ...
Arty
(What do you sing as you hurtle over Niagara Falls in a refrigerator?
"Like a Fridge over troubled waters...")
From: rod_ramsey
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 2:50pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- In FDWritings@yahoogroups.com, artyeleven wrote:
> It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed
> chanting occurring in this here group.
>
> This has got to stop.
>
> The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous
> creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would
> we be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to
> destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I
> promise not to do it again!]
>
> So from now on only licensed chanting allowed ... OK?
>
> Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145 ...
>
> Arty
Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is
prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by
Friday.
Rod
From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:40pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- Rod Ramsey wrote:
> Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is
> prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by
> Friday.
No.
Fridayella
by Arty
[Snipped Fridayella]
Arty
(Sorry folks he made me do it!)
From: A.G. Becker
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:13pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting
--- artyeleven wrote:
> Fridayella
> by Arty
Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get laid. At
least make the magical dildo get her off every few minutes.
After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!!
Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story.
The trouble starts!
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:28pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- A.G. Becker wrote:
> --- artyeleven wrote:
> > Fridayella
> > by Arty
>
> Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get
> laid. At least make the magical dildo get her off every few
> minutes.
>
> After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!!
>
> Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story.
Uh yeah - what he said ...
If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to
make it worth my while!!
Friday
Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
When one looks back, even the most innocent things suddenly take on a new significance.
From: A.G. Becker
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:54pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting
--- girl_friday_70 wrote:
>
> Uh yeah - what he said ...
>
> If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to
> make it worth my while!!
>
> Friday
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
<Jumps around with hands raised Doing his best Horshack imitation> OOO!!
OOOO!! ME!! ME!!
When one's muse makes a request like that, what can one do but respond. It's a difficult task but someone has to do it!
From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:38pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
Relief
by Arty
It was relentless.
Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was
futile.
And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once
again. The electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples
started to stimulate her once more and Friday screamed her
release as her overloaded senses experienced her 100th
orgasm. The counter in front of her clicked from 901 to
900, it had started at 999. The idea that she had another
901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on at
the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of
the machine.
The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water
cooled her flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the
water, she grimaced as she began to simulate giving a
blowjob to the artificial penis. After ten seconds the
machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid. It was
obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal,
though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that
way. She kept swallowing and sucking after the stream
stopped as she was also hungry after a few more seconds
Friday felt the spurts of the liquid food that was obviously
intended to mimic ejaculation, though no merely human male
could continue this long.
Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started
to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm.
"Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts
become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the
next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"
-Fin-
Arty
(I'm in trouble now!)
On reflection, perhaps 1000 was too many?
From: dai_wakizashi
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 8:45pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting
--- artyeleven wrote:
> --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
> Relief
> by Arty
snipped a good deal of a "good-deal!" >,-p
> Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine
> started to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm.
>
> "Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts
> become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of
> the next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"
>
> -Fin-
>
> Arty
> (I'm in trouble now!)
I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday seems to be... if
you can call extasy or throes of orgasm trouble! ;-)
Dai
Yes, I think 1000 was probably overkill. Oh well, perhaps the post-orgasmic haze will save me?
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:23pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- dai_wakizashi wrote:
> --- artyeleven wrote:
> > Arty
> > (I'm in trouble now!)
>
> I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday
> seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm
> trouble! ;-)
>
> Dai
Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.
I will have my revenge.
Friday
Nope. Maybe I can head trouble off at the pass?
From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:44pm
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.
>
> I will have my revenge.
*Looks innocent* What have I done?
Arty
(Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey
then I'm your man! 8-) )
Dai is my friend. In this and other fora.
From: dai_wakizashi
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:13pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting
--- girl_friday_70 wrote:
> --- dai_wakizashi wrote:
> > --- artyeleven wrote:
> > > Arty
> > > (I'm in trouble now!)
> >
> > I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday
> > seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm
> > trouble! ;-)
> >
> > Dai
>
> Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.
>
> I will have my revenge.
>
> Friday
Himmm... after getting what you asked for... aren't you being a bit
ungrateful... he's gone to all that trouble to satisfy your appet-... I mean
wishes... and now, he finds himself in trouble... ;-p
I guess this is a case of a woman changing her mind, perhaps... ;-p
Dai
(trouble, I ain't looking for one, but sometimes it finds me)
Arty, you might want to adopt this one
Thanks Dai, but I don't think that's helping any.
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:51am
Subject: Re: Chanting
--- artyeleven wrote:
>
> *Looks innocent* What have I done?
>
> Arty
> (Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey
> then I'm your man! 8-) )
Well now that you mention it ... 2 out of 3 isn't bad.
Arty's punishment can be found here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FKWLounge/message/480
Since the archives are public, all the messages can be read without
having to join the group.
Hope you enjoy it,
Friday
Nope, definitely didn't help. Though I must say Friday is very cute when she is cross!
[FKWLounge] Fridayella
Whilst chatting to Friday I made a throaway comment about a variation on Cinderella's slipper. The thought of a whole countryful of eligible women trying to see if a dildo fitted tickled me, so I wrote a story.From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:38pm
Subject: Fridayella
--- Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy
> Englishman!
>
> Friday
> not a muse for nothin'
> now WRITE!
Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so:
Fridayella
by Arty
[Snipped Fridayella]
-Fin-
Arty
(Sometimes I really do wonder where it all comes from.)
In the interests of fairplay, I've kept all the posts in this thread. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
From: elhopes
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:21pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella
--- artyeleven wrote:
>
> Fridayella
> by Arty
>
> Once upon a time there lived a handsome widower and his daughter.
Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've come
to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite twisted
(in a good way, of course). How you come up with this stuff I have no
idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know?
Cheers,
Ed
From: zap292
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 3:20am
Subject: Re: Fridayella
--- artyeleven wrote:
> --- Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> > Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy
> > Englishman!
> >
> > Friday
> > not a muse for nothin'
> > now WRITE!
>
> Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so:
>
> Fridayella
> by Arty
Very nicely done Sir Arty of the Cellar ! Very nicely done indeed.
Thanks for sharing this new twist on an old tail !
:-)
Zap
From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 11:12am
Subject: Re: Fridayella
--- Ed (the nice but barmy bloke) wrote:
> Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've
> come to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite
> twisted > (in a good way, of course). How you come up with this
> stuff I have no idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know?
Thank you for your kind words.
Of course other may doubt your sanity, but I'll be your friend
anyway. 8-)
Thanks again
Arty
(If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life gives
you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.)
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:25pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella
> --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> Arty
> (If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life
> gives you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.)
ROFL - I think you've been hanging around with Cat too long. I had
to double check that this wasn't one of hers when I read it.
Friday
[FKWLounge] Relief
What's this? I didn't post this here - perhaps I will get away with it after all?From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:45pm
Subject: Relief
--- Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
Relief
by Arty
It was relentless.
Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was futile.
And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once again. The
electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples started to stimulate
her once more and Friday screamed her release as her overloaded
senses experienced her 100th orgasm. The countrer in front of her
clicked from 901 to 900, it had started at 999. The idea that she
had another 901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on
at the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of the
machine.
The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water cooled her
flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the water, she grimaced
as she began to simulate giving a blowjob to the artificial penis.
After ten seconds the machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid.
It was obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal,
though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that way. She
kept swallowing and sucking after the stream stopped as she was also
hungry after a few more seconds Friday felt the spurts of the liquid
food that was obviously intended to mimic ejaculation, though no
merely human male could continue this long.
Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started to take
her on the short trip to her next orgasm.
"Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts become
disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the next
rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"
-Fin-
Arty
(I'm in trouble now!)
Oh Oh! She was just lulling me in to a sense of false security.
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:40am
Subject: Re: Relief
> --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> Relief
> by Arty
>
> Arty
> (I'm in trouble now!)
Yes, you are. Your punishment follows:
Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge.
by Girl Friday
(c) 2003, all rights reserved
*****
001
"Oh OH OH YESSSSSSS!!!"
000
Friday heaved a sigh of relief as the counter clicked over to zero and her body
was released from the orgasm machine. Exhausted and filthy beyond measure, she
stumbled home and crawled into the shower. She cleaned up as best she could
before falling into bed and sleeping away the better part of two days.
She awoke ravenous and more than a little sore. Friday made her way to the
kitchen where she brewed a pot of coffee and sat gingerly in a chair. [Look, if
you had just been forced to orgasm 1000 times, you be sitting pretty damn
gingerly too!] As she tried, unsuccessfully, to find a comfortable position, she
thought 'something has got to be done about Arty'. With an evil grin, she began
to make a list ...
*****
BANG - BANG - BANG
The loud pounding on his cellar door caused Arty to jump straight out of his
chair. He'd been working hard on his next installment of "The Friday
Chronicles," lost in dreams of what new torments he could subject his
Fairytaleland muse to next. Making sure his work was saved, Arty went to open
the door. To his surprise and trepidation, there stood Friday, his
aforementioned muse, looking quite a bit different from her usual self.
Oh, the wings were there, and the slightly bent halo too, but then it got weird.
Instead of chocolate, Friday was wearing a black leather bustier, laced with red
ribbons up the front, an impossibly short black leather shirt, and last but not
least, knee-high black leather boots. She carried a small, black briefcase and a
riding crop.
"Friday! What are you doing here?"
"You are working on a new installment of 'The Friday Chronicles', correct?"
"Err, yes."
"Last I checked, I was still your muse ... unless there's some memo I didn't
get."
"Uh, no, you're still my muse."
"Well then, I'm here to help. Are you going to let me in or make me stand out
here all night?"
At the sight of his muse tapping her riding crop impatiently, Arty thought
perhaps he ought to do as she suggested and let her in.
[Uh, do I really have to?]
[Look buster, I'm writing this, not you, so shut up and stand aside.]
Friday strode into the room and looked at the story in progress on Arty's
computer.
"1001 Friday Knights? You can not be serious!"
[You've been going it alone again, haven't you? How many times have I told you
to run your ideas by me first?]
Arty cleared his throat nervously as Friday looked over the story. The further
she read, the harder her expression became. When she came to end of the story,
Friday snorted in disgust and pinned Arty with a steely glare.
"Once again, you've written me into all sorts of embarrassing situations and
then don't have the decency to allow me a nice, satisfying romp with a handsome
fellow."
"I gave you 'Relief'," he protested.
"A machine? 1000 orgasms? *Simulating* a blow job to get food and water? That is
not what I call a satisfying experience. More like degrading and abusive.
Where's the love? Where's the tenderness? God damn it, is it too much to ask for
a little human contact and some decent sex?"
As Friday continued to rant and rave, she advanced on Arty, her eyes flashing
dangerously. Arty backed away from Friday until he found himself up against the
wall. Friday opened her briefcase and pulled out two silk scarves. She advanced
on Arty once more as he cowered against the wall.
"Spread 'em."
Her tone was commanding and brooked no argument. Arty complied instantly. Friday
looped the silk about his wrists and tied them to the iron rings embedded in the
cellar wall.
[I object! There are no iron rings embedded in my cellar walls!]
[Wanna bet? Are you forgetting who signs all your purchase orders for this
crap?]
Friday pulled a large knife from the briefcase and showed it to the bound
author.
[HOLD IT! What are you *doing*?]
[If you don't stop interrupting, I'm going to take steps ...]
"Uh, uh, uh. Friday? Beloved muse? What are you doing with that knife?"
[I warned you.]
Friday threw the knife down in disgust and pulled a large ball gag from her bag.
She stuffed it into Arty's mouth and fastened it tightly behind his head. Now
that he was unable to protest, Friday retrieved her knife and quickly cut the
clothes from his body.
[Let's see how you enjoy being naked and on display.]
[Mmmpfhh]
Friday perused his naked form and smiled rather lasciviously while inspecting
certain portions of his anatomy. Arty's penis twitched and throbbed under
Friday's gaze. She giggled at him and fastened a third silk scarf around his
eyes. Arty struggled briefly before submitting to the blindfold. Friday made
sure he couldn't see anything then picked up her riding crop.
"Now Arty, you have been a very bad boy."
THWACK! Arty started at the sound of the crop hitting the wall, just barely
grazing his hip.
"You've stripped me." THWACK!
"You've abused me." THWACK!
"And you've viciously withheld any enjoyment for me." THWACK!
Poor Arty was a bundle of limp, nervous tension as the riding crop continued to
smack the wall around him. Friday exchanged the crop for a long, elegant
feather. Stepping close to Arty so that her breasts, contained only by the
leather bustier, brushed against his chest, Friday whispered in his ear, "I
think it's time we revised our Author-Muse contract so that these types of
misunderstandings don't occur in the future."
Arty whimpered behind the gag and tried to press himself against his seductive
muse. Stepping back and laughing softly, Friday began to tease Arty with the
feather. Running it over his neck and then drifting down to circle his nipples,
Friday teased him mercilessly. Then the feather moved lower, tickling his ribs
and his abdomen. Arty's cock twitched and started to grow.
"Do you enjoy this, Arty? Does it turn you on?"
Arty whimpered again and nodded his head as Friday played the feather over the
insides of his thighs.
"If I make you feel good, will you promise to behave?"
Arty nodded his head violently, banging it into the wall behind him. The feather
teased his cock, sliding over his erect shaft, circling his glans before
drifting down to tickle his balls. Arty groaned and humped himself against the
feather.
"Oh Arty ... I've got one more surprise for you, but I guarantee you're going to
want to see this."
Friday reached up and removed his blindfold. Arty's eyes were filled with need
and lust. He watched avidly as Friday reached into her briefcase and pulled out
a small bottle of honey. Slowly, Friday dribbled the honey over the upper slope
of her breasts, making sure to get some in the valley between. His eyes widened
as she scooped up a small amount of honey on one finger and brought it to her
mouth. Sliding her finger into her mouth, Friday licked it clean as Arty groaned
in longing.
"Do you like honey, Arty? Would you like a taste?"
More groans and much nodding ensued.
[Can't you do anything but groan?]
[Mmmpfph]
"Of course with that gag in, you can't taste can you?"
Arty shook his head.
"Too bad too because it tastes sooo sweet." Friday brought another honey covered
finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmm. Tell you what, Arty ... how about we put the honey on you?"
Arty's eyes bugged out of his head as Friday dripped honey all over his erect
cock.
"Now how on Earth will we get that honey off?"
Friday trailed one finger through the honey on his shaft, drawing small spirals
and lines as she teased Arty.
"Do you think it should be licked off? Would you like that, Arty?"
The poor man nearly collapsed at her words. Had he not been tied to the wall, he
would in fact be a largish puddle of English goo on the floor.
"Just sign this new Author-Muse contract and I'll make sure that honey gets all
licked off."
Friday held up a clipboard and slipped a pen into Arty's bound hand. Hastily he
scribbled his signature, eager for the licking to begin. She checked the
contract to make sure that his signature had gone through all three copies.
[One for me, one for you, one to be filed at the Central Office; can't have you
saying later that you never saw any contract.]
Friday smiled in satisfaction and pulled the middle copy out. Laying it on the
desk, she began to gather her things. Using a warm, wet towel to clean the
sticky honey from her chest, Friday dropped it in the washing machine before
picking up her briefcase and turning to leave.
[Hey, I'm nothing if not tidy. What? The licking? Oh yes, I almost forgot ...]
Arty struggled against his bonds, whimpering and moaning in a pathetic manner.
Friday glanced at him without sympathy.
"This was supposed to be a punishment and I think you've enjoyed it entirely too
much. Now I do believe I promised that honey would be licked off, but I just
don't have the time now. I have a very full schedule and I'm already late for a
spanking session with another author, so I've arranged for a replacement to
finish up here with you."
Friday took a small counter from her bag, set it to count down from 1000, and
placed it on the desk.
"Since you were so generous earlier, I thought I would return the favor. You owe
me 1000 orgasms, Arty. When that counter hits zero, you will be released."
A knock sounded at the door.
"Ah, there's my replacement now. Enjoy your relief, Arty. I know I did. Now, let
the licking begin ... "
Friday opened the door to a huge, grinning, purple dinosaur. Arty's muffled
screams followed her all the way to her car.
-- Fin --
Mess with the Muse at your own risk.
I'll never look at the purple one in the same way again!
From: Tony J
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:45am
Subject: Re: Re: Relief
--- girl_friday_70 wrote:
> --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
>
> > Relief
> > by Arty
> >
> > Arty
> > (I'm in trouble now!)
>
> Yes, you are. Your punishment follows:
>
> Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge.
> by Girl Friday
> (c) 2003, all rights reserved
Oh dear. You are in trouble Arty. Barney takes his cocksucking seriously!!!
TonyJ
Friends are supposed to sympathise not to to gloat!
From: zap292
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 5:00am
Subject: Re: Re: Relief
--- girl_friday_70 wrote:
> --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
>
> > Relief
> > by Arty
> >
> > Arty
> > (I'm in trouble now!)
>
> Yes, you are. Your punishment follows:
>
> Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge.
> by Girl Friday
> (c) 2003, all rights reserved
>
> *****
>
> 001
>
> "Oh OH OH YESSSSSSS!!!"
ROFLMAO ! !
A purple dragon that loves honey, that was great Friday!
:-)
Zap
(I guess that Arty was 'just dessert' ?)
Sympathy involves kind words and commiseration; it doesn't involves rolling around on the floor laughing!
From: zap292
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 5:01am
Subject: Re: Re: Relief
--- Tony J wrote:
> --- girl_friday_70 wrote:
> > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> >
> > > Relief
> > > by Arty
> > >
> > > Arty
> > > (I'm in trouble now!)
> >
> > Yes, you are. Your punishment follows:
> >
> > Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge.
> > by Girl Friday
> > (c) 2003, all rights reserved
>
> Oh dear. You are in trouble Arty. Barney takes his cocksucking seriously!!!
>
> TonyJ
Was it Barny, or his twin sister 'Barnadette' ??
Zap
More gloating ... *sigh*.
From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 7:09am
Subject: Re: Relief
--- Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Mess with the Muse at your own risk.
ROFLMAO!
Oh thank you, thank you ...
If I didn't already love you, I'd be falling big time!!
It's a good job my kids are too old for a certain purple toy or I'd probably
have some explaining to do around Christmas. LOL!
Arty
(Who is wondering what the contract was that he signed.)
Now I'm doing it! Oh all right I enjoyed it really! Though I think it's time to apologise to Friday again. (I seem to be doing this a lot recently.)
From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 9:27am
Subject: Relief II
Relief II
by Arty
He'd spent all day preparing for this. Not to mention the weeks of
experimentation until he had the dishes cooked to perfection.
The knocking startled him; he'd lost track of the time. Checking that all was
perfect he hurried to open the door.
She took his breath away; she always did - once more he thanked whatever Gods
were listening when she had fallen into his life.
"Come in."
Friday stepped across the threshold and nodded approvingly at the decor. The
cellar had been transformed; dank and gloomy had been replaced by light and
airy. Garlands of woodland flowers had been wrapped around iron rings, which
were the only discordant note, embedded in the wall. The centrepiece was a table
set for two. A silver candlestick and the finest crystal glasses glittered in
the pool of light in which the table was bathed.
"I hope you don't mind Greek food? I was looking for a dessert that you would
like and it was Greek so I ran with it ..."
He realised he was babbling and shut up.
Friday smiled, "Greek is fine."
He took her wrap and hung it in a concealed closet and then seated her at the
table. He poured two glasses of champagne, a Dom Perignon '55 and proposed a
toast.
"To fulfillment."
After they had drunk the champagne he brought out the frist course, a Mezza [I
apologise for the misspellings everyone]. This was followed by a Moussaka and
finally a Baclava, sweet and sticky with honey. Throughout the meal the resiny
Retsina that they drank was a perfect counterpoint.
The final coffee and the 40 year-old armagnac were drunk slowly to allow the
meal to digest. During the meal he had delighted in making her smile and laugh;
now he stood behind her and massaged her head and shoulders Friday groaned in
appreciation.
Taking her hand he led her towards a massage table and carefully undressed her.
A kiss on each exposed piece of skin meant that this process took slightly
longer than necessary, but eventually she was lying prone on the table. The
massage started with long sweeping strokes over her back and shoulders, Friday
relaxed as he concentrated all of his love and devotion into his searching
fingertips.
A gentle pressure on her side, was the indication to roll over. Friday glanced
at the clock, wow where had the time gone? It hadn't seemed like 45 minutes. And
then he started again with gentle sweeps of his hands. This time, however the
masage was anything but relaxing as he gently brought her to several most
satisfying orgasms.
Placing his arms beneath her legs and back he scooped her from the table and
carried her towards a gently steaming bath. With the utmost care he slid her,
feet first, into the bathwater. Friday sighed in satisfaction as a wave of
warmth spread up her body.
Using a natural sponge he proceeded to wash the massage oil from her. He may
perhaps be forgiven for spending a little too much time on certain areas, but
Friday was certain that no trace of oil remained anywhere. Finally he washed and
conditioned her hair taking the opportunity to give her another head massage.
Helping her to rise from the bath he wrapped her in the largest, fluffiest and
whitest bath towels that human ingenuity could create and spent the next ten
minutes ensuring that she was dry.
Now he raised his eyebrows in silent question as he led her towards the bed.
Friday nodded in answer and he helped her to lie back. Once more he unwrapped
his muse and this time his worship of her was almost entirely oral. Nipples were
kissed, licked and nibbled; ears and neck, underarms and navel. No part of her
was left untouched. Sometimes she gasped, sometimes she giggled but always her
arousal grew, finally he concentrated on her womanhood. Her first orgasm was
followed by a second and a third as he gently encouraged her release. Finally he
slowed down and looked up to see her smile.
Now it was her turn.
"You are wearing entirely too many clothes. Get them off. Now!"
Knowing better than to disobey when she spoke in that tone of voice, he hurried
to comply. When he was naked, he protested a little.
"But I had the handsome Prince Charming all lined up for you."
"You're handsome enough."
He glanced down at his rampant erection.
"But 'average' is being generous, Prince Charming is a legend."
"It looks big enough to me. Now if you don't do as you're told and make love to
me I'll never visit you again!"
He was hers to command after all, so he knelt between her widespread knees and
entered her in a single smooth thrust.
An explosion of pleasure almost blew him away, he struggled successfully to stop
himself from coming. He knew it would feel good but this was beyond his wildest
dreams! It was like every pleasurable experience he had ever had all rolled into
one and concentrated in his loins. He focused on his muse and started to thrust.
He was rewarded with delightful sounds of arousal. He grunted out his apology
"I'm sorry, just because I tease you doesn't mean I don't love you, you know?"
"I know."
"Uhh Friday, I'm sorry but I can't hold back any longer!"
The power of his orgasm caught him by surprise, it felt like he was being turned
inside out. Friday smiled, the fact that she had rendered him helpless within
her was enough to tip her over the edge too. He had just enough strength left to
roll her over so she was on top of him.
"Am I forgiven? (Again!)"
She giggled and waved her arm expansively, "I'll let you know, after we've done
this a few more times."
He groaned, "Yes Mistress!"
-Fin-
Arty
(Whose trepidation knows no bounds at this point.)
Fingers crossed.
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:23pm
Subject: Re: Relief II
--- artyeleven wrote:
> Relief II
> by Arty
<snip one of your best stories yet!>
> Arty
> (Whose trepidation knows no bounds at this point.)
That was most wonderful and exactly the sort of thing I was looking
for. I don't mind all the fun and games, but every woman wants to be
worshipped once in a while.
Thank you, dear one.
Friday
still glowing
and trying to return all that black leather crap
Yes! She loves me! Making up is so much fun don't you think?
[FKWLounge] Fridayella 2
Here comes Heathen to 'stir the pot'.From: A.G. Becker
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 7:49am
Subject: Fridayella2
With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I couldn't let it alone:
Fridayella II: the Revenge
Fridayella fell back onto the bed exhausted. It had been over a week since she
had inserted the magic dildo and been found by the prince. During that time, she
had not left the bed. The prince was a wild man in bed, and when he had to
attend to affairs of state, his most trusted knight would fill in. And he
certainly filled her as well.
She finally stood on her trembling legs and headed to the bathtub that had been
placed in the corner of the room. Easing her luscious, but overworked body into
the hot water, Fridayella sighed with relief. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
A serving wench awakened her a short time later. “Come my lady.” She said.
Fridayella groaned. “I don’t think I have another cum left in me.”
“So you have met the team of the Prince and Sir Lance-is-long. They are a randy
pair. Me and the other girls in the castle have enjoyed the rest this last week”
Then the wench gazed in open admiration at Fridayella’s generous curves.
“Perhaps m’lady could stand just one more orgasm, just to relax her.”
Any thoughts that Fridayella would have formed vanished as the wench started
licking around her still swollen labia. This girl’s expert ministrations brought
Fridayella to one last crashing orgasm.
The next morning Fridayella dressed and went in search of her husband-to-be. Now
that the honeymoon was over, there was still the wedding to plan. She moved
gingerly since her nether region was still quite tender. “I never got that
girl’s name,” she thought. “I will need a lady-in-waiting, and while we are
waiting…”
Fridayella soon found her way to the kitchen and put away a large amount of
breakfast. “A week of fucking really builds an appetite.” She thought as she
finished her second ham and mushroom omelet. “ The cook is very good, but why is
he yelling “BAM” every time he adds anything?”
She soon found herself in the office of the prince. He was sitting behind a
large desk with his feet propped up on the edge. He gave her a smile that did
little to hide his lust. Fridayella knew she didn’t have very long before she
would be bent over that desk her bare buttocks glistening in the sun as the
Prince pounded her from behind.
He was thinking the same thing, but had to put those thoughts aside until
business was finished. And today’s business was to deal with Fridayella’s
stepmother and sisters.
He was trying to decide what matter of death to subject them to and asked her
for her opinion. To his surprise, her devious nature surfaced and they put
together a plan. Then as she expected (and hoped), her buttocks were soon
bouncing as he pounded into her again and again.
It wasn’t long before the two sisters were seized and taken to Sir Rod of the
Reddened Butt cheeks. Stripped naked they were taken to his punishment room. Sir
Rod walked in and surveyed the two taking in their ample buttocks. Taking the
paddle that was constantly in his gloved hand, he brought it down firmly upon
their backsides. Their yelps foreshadowed what was in store for them. “You were
very bad little girls for your treatment of Fridayella. Now you must be
punished.” He pulled the first over his legs. As the first slap landed, he
thought to himself, “I love this job.” Their cries were soon mingled with the
sounds of the paddle on their tender flesh.
The stepmother found herself standing in a walled village. The men who had
brought her here refused to go through the gate, instead shoving her through and
slamming it shut. As she moved toward the center of town, she noticed that the
men walking around did not even acknowledge her presence. That was something
that never happened. She knew she was good looking and had a sexiness that
normally drove men wild. Then she looked closer. These men were holding hands
and kissing. This couldn’t be happening! She was locked in a gay colony. For a
woman who craved cock as she did, this was the ultimate torture. Then she saw a
chubby short guy coming out of one of the hut. He had bushy hair and was wearing
a muscle shirt and matching silk shorts. She cringed at his high-pitched whiny
voice as he gathered everyone together. “Come on boys, we have to do our
exercises then pick our deal-a-meal cards.” Her last thought as she passed out
was “I am banished to spend my life with Richard of Simmons”
Fridayella went on to have many more adventures including saving the kingdom’s
maidens from an invasion of pussy-eaters by causing them all to die from
exhaustion. But it is not the job of this scribe to detail those here.
~~~FINIS ~~~
Enjoy,
Heathen-
Now there's a man who really knows the way to a girl's ... errr ... heart.
From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:34pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella2
--- Sir Heathen wrote:
> With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I couldn't
> let it alone:
>
> Fridayella II: the Revenge
Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on the
cake.
Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly
stepsisters though.
Friday
I'll never understand women, or muses. Heathen gets praised and I get tied to a wall and sucked off by a purple dinosaur! There ain't no justice I tell ya.
[FKWLounge] Relief II and Fridayella 2
Business as usual, i.e. tease the muse.From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 2:44pm
Subject: Re: Relief II
--- Friday MM(BL) wrote:
> <snip one of your best stories yet!>
You mean it didn't happen? 8-) Blast and it seemed so real too. 8-)
> That was most wonderful and exactly the sort of thing I was looking
> for. I don't mind all the fun and games, but every woman wants to
> be worshipped once in a while.
*Hurriedly kicks the chains and things under the bed, whistles and
tries to look innocent*
Breaks into song:
"I'd do anything,
For you dear anything,
For you mean everything to me..."
[Oh all right, I'll stop laying on so thick ...]
> Thank you, dear one.
The pleasure was all mine.
> Friday
> still glowing
> and trying to return all that black leather crap
It's fun once in a while ... *leers*. Hence the alternate form of
your musehood: Mistress Muse (Black Leather)
Arty
(Who is sailing close to the wind yet again. Will I never learn?)
More teasing. Will I never learn?
From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 2:49pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella2
--- Friday SMM(CC)* wrote:
> Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on
> the cake.
Oi! At least I fed you, doesn't that count for anything nowadays?
LOL!
> Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly
> stepsisters though.
Doesn't matter if he is, he can just take it out on their bottoms! 8-)
Arty
(*Sex Maniac Muse (Crossed Condoms) - I really, really deserve
everything I get don't I? ROFL)
I'm glad someone is having fun ...
From: rod_ramsey
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 3:26pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella2
--- girl_friday_70 wrote:
> --- Sir Heathen wrote:
>
> > With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I
> > couldn't let it alone:
> >
> > Fridayella II: the Revenge
>
> Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on
> the cake.
>
> Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly
> stepsisters though.
>
> Friday
While the 'Ugly Stepsisters' pale when compared to the delectible
Fridayella, they are quite attractive (when ever Friday isnt
around).
As for the daunting task of punishing the backsides of these two
very naughty wenches well...can you say 'Job Lottery'? A tough job,
but someone has to do it.
Rod
Oh Kira, where did you put my tawse?
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Acknowledgements
This page would not have been possible without the great wit and insight of the following illustrious persons:Rod Ramsey
Heathen (A. G. Becker)
Dai Wakizashi
Ed (elhopes)
Zap
Tony J
and last but definitely not least:
Girl Friday in her various guises:
WMM(CE) - WebMistress Muse(Chocolate Edition)
MM(BL) - Mistress Muse(Black Leather)
SMM(CC) - Sex Maniac Muse(Crossed Condoms)
Thanks guys, you're great!