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Subject: Title story: "The List_3" Author: Nurse Jones 68341069
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Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2006 03:54:33 +0000
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"Lift your backside," he said. I did.
He reached between my legs and pulled the third length of chain down from in
back. As he pulled on it, I could feel it tugging against the belt at the center
of the back.
Again he left the room. He came back with something in his hand, but again he
was standing behind my head and I couldn't see what it was.
Still hiding the object below the edge of the table, he walked to the side of
the table and stood there. Straining to lift my shoulders, I could see him doing
something between my legs. He was inserting something into my vagina! Straining,
I glimpsed white plastic. I could feel it was lubricated and smooth, but he was
definitely inserting something! I tried to resist by clenching my muscles and
squirming, but it was too slippery and my legs were too far apart and he was too
insistent. It was past my portals. I made noises behind the gag. I couldn't stop
it from going in. He continued, sliding it deeper, until it was as far in as it
would go. It wasn't impossibly big, probably smaller than he is, but it was so
hard and unyielding it felt like an enormous intrusion.
He moved it out again, a little, and back in. And out. Of course, it was a
dildo. Something that my midwestern little mind has had some trouble adjusting
to. I had, of course heard of them, but believe it or not I had never actually
seen one until that Saturday. Where would I have seen one in my home town?
People drive to the next town to buy condoms. People in the next town drive to
ours for them, too. That's not a joke, by the way. It's an invitation to think
about where I'm coming from.
He pushed it back in, watching my face. He could see that I wasn't
reacting sexually.
I wasn't. It was too artificial, too perverted for my midwestern mind. Sorry, if
that isn't the sex-vixen reaction you had in mind, but that's the way it was. He
did something with the chain, and locked the end of it to my waist with another
miniature lock, this one small and gold-colored. But functional. Where does he
get this stuff?
He went back to my head, lifted it gently, and locked the gag in place. As soon
as he let go of the device, I squirmed, trying to expell it. No dice. Then he
untied my legs. I lifted them onto the table and gingerly brought them together.
I had more freedom of movement, but still couldn't get rid of it. Then he freed
my arms. Instantly my hands were between my legs, pulling. Again, no dice. I
went to jump down from the table, but quickly realized I had to be very careful
of how I moved. It was awful. My only thought was: What has he done to me? But I
already knew, really. Gingerly, I got down from the table, and with trembling
fingers felt myself to see if there was anything I could do to get it out. The
chain went through a ring in the end of the ... device. Sorry, but the word
'dildo' sounds so perverted to me. Nazis in dirty socks and all that.
Experimentally, I took a step. I could walk, but not quickly or gracefully. I
crept gingerly to the bedroom to get a close look in the mirror. Again the
grotesque face, the stretched lips, mascara running. I didn't know which end to
worry about most. The thing was a g-string made of chain. I turned my back and
looked over my shoulder. The waist band joined a seamless ring in the center of
my lower back. The crotch piece was joined to the same ring. The chain was tight
in my rear cleft: I could feel it against my ... orifice. [He's really strict
about this. Asshole and anus are right out. He makes me change this kind of
stuff every time].
By pulling down on the waistband, I could loosen the chain enough to push it
aside for ... bodily functions ... but not nearly enough to get the device out.
Pissing could be messy. The chain itself is unassailable ...
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