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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Three
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction


    What follows are the details of a few of the most remarkable
experiences that come to mind during my summer vacation preceding my
senior year of high school. My thrill of outdoor nudity and the always
present danger of being seen had certainly not diminished even after
my Christmas disaster. I'm still not sure about those voices. I had
pretty much resolved myself to personal means for my sexual
gratification. Although I enjoyed going out with guys and I did enjoy
intercourse, somehow I always ended up less than satisfied. I had
entertained the thought of perhaps finding someone who might share the
same sexual deviance as myself but in this hick town if you told a guy
you enjoyed pain, he'd hit you with a beer bottle and then wonder why
you weren't happy about it. I am quite certain there are people around
here doing things a lot more weird than me for sexual satisfaction,
but no one would ever admit it. If only sheep could talk.

    I saw very little of my mother that summer. My grandmother had
become ill to the point where she needed constant help with everything
so my mother stayed with her during the week. She would be home on
whatever weekends she could find somebody to take her place. No matter
really, I had lost the need of a mother long ago. When it came to my
father, I may not have been able to tell him my innermost secrets, but
I knew without any doubt if I ever really needed him, he'd swim an
ocean or walk through a wall to keep me from harm. At any rate, the
summer offered me many opportunities to experience anything I dreamed
up.

    To this point I had yet to duplicate the earth shattering orgasm
of almost a year ago. The memory of my Christmas fiasco still angered
me and the more I try to tell myself there really was someone who
almost happened upon me, the more I think it was only my imagination
that screwed me up. No matter, I had a new plan anyway. Besides, if it
hadn't been so stinking cold, everything would have worked out anyway
and it's not cold now. I fell asleep as I went over the various trials
and tortures I would inflict upon myself tomorrow.

    I awoke early. The sun was barely peeping over the eastern horizon
as I shook the sleep from my eyes. Since I was the only one in the
house most of the time, I now stayed nude as much as possible. It's
hard to realize until you do it for awhile, but being naked is easy to
get used to and I've actually gone outside without thinking and then
had to dash back in the house for fear of being seen. I've always
wondered why I was so damn modest. I mean, I'd seen lots of other
girls naked and with the possible exception of my small breasts, I had
as killer a body as any of them. I stood in front of my wall mirror
checking myself out as I thought about this. I studied my breasts and
to me they looked all right. I was by no means flat chested and
besides, having played around with all my plum bobs and other fun
toys, I couldn't imagine having two humongous blobs of tit flesh
hanging from my chest all the time. Actually for as slim as I was,
they were about the right size. Well, maybe just a bit bigger.

    I continued to view myself in the mirror thinking how lucky I
really was. I must have had good genes to stay this slim with no more
attention then I pay to diet or working out. One thing that
disappointed me was at seventeen and only five foot six I was about as
tall as I would get. My abdomen didn't have any rippling muscles like
those women in the exercise videos on TV, but I was flat stomached and
I had a small but tight butt. I ran my fingers through my pubic hair
as I continued to look myself over. Having grown up with mostly the
same schoolmates I had seen every one of them naked in the showers
following gym class and there is only three other girls with a pubic
triangle as good as mine. I've actually been complemented on it by a
few of my classmates while either showering or drying off in the
locker room. It's embarrassing to me having another girl tell me how
pretty my bush is but inside I always felt good. I remember once we
all took a secret poll. All the girls in my class had to tell that if
they absolutely had to show up at school either topless or bottomless,
which would it be? Out of nearly one hundred of us, only five chose to
be naked from the waist down. I was among the five but if it would
have been real I'm sure I would have chickened out.

    I went down to the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast before
starting my planned activities. One should always be nude when cooking
bacon. Trying to outwit the bacon can be loads of fun as you never
seem to be able to tell when those nasty little spatters of hot grease
are going to attack you. It's absolutely amazing all the simple things
there are to have fun with. Finishing my breakfast, I went to my room
to collect my toys of the day.

    Although I had decided what I was going to do to myself the night
before, for some reason I wasn't totally happy with the plan. I sat on
the edge of my bed thinking how I should change it. I knew my dad
wouldn't be home until the next night and my mother not before the
weekend, so I had no real time limit. My excitement was building as I
considered things I could do to make this a twenty four hour ordeal. I
had never even thought about being naked and helpless outside for that
length of time before. Hell, the weather would be no problem. This
time of year was hot during the day but it wouldn't get cold enough at
night to be much more than uncomfortable. I also began to think if I
did it right, I could get myself off big time, perhaps several times.
I knew if I caused myself too much pain I couldn't last the full
twenty four hours. As much as pushing myself to my limit of pain
benefited my orgasm, I knew from experience if I tortured my pussy and
nipples it would end too soon. My nipples and labia become so tender
after a session, it's at least a couple of days before I can torture
them again. I have tried to put myself through it twice in one day but
the agony is more than I can begin to endure.

    I decided on something that would tax my physical strength to the
limit of endurance rather than of sheer pain. I put on an old summer
dress to get me from the house to the woods and then went about
getting what I would be needing. I took along two sandwiches and a
quart of water. If I needed more water there were many places in the
woods to get it. Indiana does not lack for ground water. I made sure
nothing was forgotten and excitedly started out.

    Once outside, I realized I'd picked a day that was going to be
really hot. It was typical summer high humidity and at only eight in
the morning the sun felt hot as I made my way across the open field.
Once inside the cover of the woods, I looked back just to be sure I
was alone before removing my dress. I pulled my dress over my head and
carefully hid it under some leaves next to my usual tree. It was at
that point the reality of the situation hit me. The fear and
apprehension that came from knowing for the next twenty four long
hours I was going to be completely nude, except for my tennies, with
absolutely nothing to put on no matter what I might encounter, had me
absolutely vibrating with excitement. The fact was I vibrated myself
into having to shit and .... I knew there was something I forgot. No
matter, leaves can't be any worse than that
John-Wayne-don't-take-shit-off-nobody cheap-assed toilet paper my
mother buys.

    Having finished my necessities, I began to implement my plan. I
also made a mental note to send some leaves to the toilet paper
company. If they could take the hint, it might improve their product.
As I mentioned earlier, my plan was to tax my physical endurance more
than my pain limit so I had brought along a small wooden bucket with
two small wire handles on each side. I had in my duffel bag eight plum
bobs, some clamps of no consequential weight, shoe lace, sandwiches
which I would eventually eat, and my quart of water. My plan was to
attach two of my self adjusting get tighter than shit when you pull
hard and hurt like hell clamps on my nipples and had resolved to leave
them on through my entire ordeal. I would then put my duffel bag in
the bucket. I figured the entire arrangement would weigh about twelve
or thirteen pounds. I would then attach shoe laces between my nipple
clamps and the bucket handles just long enough so I would have to
carry the bucket at waist level to keep the strain off my nipples. I
vowed to myself the clamps were staying attached for the full twenty
four hours, and that whenever I picked the bucket up I could not put
it down in anything less than thirty minutes. This rule would apply
whenever I picked the bucket up, no matter the reason. Incidentally,
this time I wore a watch.

    It was eight thirty by the time I had everything hooked up the way
I wanted so my ordeal wouldn't be over until the same time the
following morning. Twelve pounds didn't seem like much as I grasped
the bucket at the bottom and rose to my feet. I made the first half
hour with no problem. The clamps made my nipples sting a little but
unless I was to pull on them, they wouldn't ratchet themselves
tighter. I might mention that the clamps only work one way. They
ratchet tighter to compensate for the amount of tension they need to
support but do not automatically release. My arms were starting to get
tired but I was also becoming aroused. I intended to have as many
orgasms as possible by tomorrow morning so I opted not to rest after
my first thirty minute walk. I could tell by the feeling in my arms
that I'd be begging to put the bucket down before another thirty
minutes passed and if I had a third hand to touch myself with, that
thought alone I think would have gotten me off.

    I had things figured pretty close. By the time I had gone another
fifteen minutes, the bucket was rapidly becoming more difficult to
carry. My arms became a steady dull ache as I strained to keep the
bucket at waist level. I wasn't exactly sure how far I could let the
bucket drop before the clamps would start to tighten, but it couldn't
be more than two or three inches at most. At any rate I didn't want to
find out this early on. Another five minutes went by. The muscles in
my arms were starting to bulge as I fought to keep the bucket level.
The ache in my arms steadily increased along with the strain. Only
five minutes to go. My biceps were now throbbing unmercifully as I
shook the sweat from my brow trying desperately to maintain. I could
feel my cum starting to drip from my crotch. One minute to go. I
started to shake from the maximum effort it took to keep the bucket
up. Feeling a sharp pain shoot first through my left nipple, then my
right, I sunk to the ground in total exhaustion. My arms felt like
lead as I fumbled to unhook the laces from the bucket. I started to
cum as soon as I lay back on the ground beneath me. I didn't even have
to touch myself as I lay there with my arms at my side through the
first two waves of orgasm. What a feeling. To climax without having to
finger myself was a new experience for me. I was so pleased with
myself, I lay there savoring the experience for over an hour.

    I was still feeling satisfied as I got up and brushed myself off.
While I was brushing off the bits of debris from my naked form, I
thought how great it felt to be nude. I began to think of how much fun
I could have being nude all the time. There were a couple of small,
secluded lakes in the area where some of the locals would swim or
sunbathe nude. If only I wasn't so damn modest. I really needed to
work on that problem. I really was proud of the way I looked in the
nude so I was confused by my abject fear of being seen that way. I
continued to think about this while I drank some water and ate half of
a sandwich.

    My prediction of a hot day had been right on. With the sun near
the top of it's daily arc, and the humidity already high, even the
thick canopy of leaves offered little relief from the stifling heat.
It was about another hour to the old pump house so I drank most of the
water I had knowing I could refill my jug there. I needed to plan my
next orgasm so that I would be at the pump house where I would have
access to water to clean myself up. Especially if I juiced myself up
like I did here. If this first portion of my ordeal was any
indication, I figured I would carry the bucket for thirty minutes,
then rest for another thirty. That should make the last thirty minutes
a real challenge. Just to keep everything the same, I threw a couple
of rocks in my bag to compensate for the weight of the water I'd
consumed. As I reattached myself to the bucket, I kept thinking how
turned on this new type of torment was making me. I was still feeling
the effects of my last orgasm and it wouldn't take much to bring on
another.



    Even at my currant age of twenty four, I don't fully understand
why subjecting myself to intense pain and suffering results in such an
unreal state of sexual arousal. Although I still give myself some
fireworks and stars climaxes, recalling these memories as I write this
tale remind me of how much more gratifying it seemed as a teenager. I
really believe the added excitement of truly testing my limits with
each new ordeal I tried made the difference. I never really knew if I
could endure each new challenge until it was over.

    I believe it's time to take another break as I seem to have taken
to rambling on and on and on. I will however continue at my earliest
opportunity as I had many wonderful pleasures, a few surprises, and
found I could withstand much more than I thought possible before that
day was over, and I do want to tell you all about it.






DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Four
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction


    I apologize for pausing my story in the middle of my adventure.
Unfortunately circumstances were beyond my control. The Outer Limits
came on the TV so I'm sure you understand. However, I will now pick up
where I left off.

    Before I continue, a bit of technobabble. If anyone is having a
problem with the format of these text files I'm posting, post a reply
and let me know what your problem is. I do all my writing with a
Leading Edge word processor, vintage 1983. That is not a typo. This
program came with my first 8086 PC that had a whopping ten megabyte
hard drive. I couldn't imagine filling that monster up back then, but
today I'm running a 1.5 gig that's half full. It blows my mind to
think about it. At any rate, I can convert to .doc,.wri,zip,.txt, or
even post the Leading Edge style >DOC files. Anyone who has ever used
one of these old LE word processors knows how versatile it is, and
those who haven't, should give it a try. Wow! What a sales pitch. I'm
sure the Leading Edge company would give me a great job with an office
with a window and a big salary and a fine young sexratary who could be
my slave and man oh man what a time I could have if only they hadn't
gone bankrupt eight years ago. OK, enough technobabble. I will
continue my story tomorrow.

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