Subject: STORY/pt1 Date: Tue Jan 20 22:38:54 1998

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O.K. All here is the first part of a wonderful story that was sent to me, by a wonderful serious trample friend.

His name will not be reveiled, at his request. I would like to thank him at this time for this story and more to be coming. Thank you for your wonderful friendship, see you on ICQ.

So here it is:

So here I sit, on a plane bound for California, mixed emotions are running through my mind as the plane draws me closer to my fate. I started thinking back to the events that lead up to my sitting here, it all seems so long ago, but in fact it had only been a year since the first time I sent an Email to Queen. When I had written that first letter to Queen describing the first time I was trampled, and how I had never really been crushed before. In my letter I explained to Queen, (what I had still thought a rather strange desire, one that I swore required professional help, since I had never met anyone in my life that had the desires I did) the type of torture I longed for. I laid out a fantasy of simply being tied up, and forgotten about, to be crushed without mercy under Queen and her friends. I never expected to get a reply.... The day I read the return letter from Queen, was the day my life changed. Now here is my tale.. I'll let you judge if I received any mercy or not.

It is the first day of my journey, I am standing outside the Airport, waiting to be met by Queen, the thoughts running through my mind are raising my heart beat well beyond that of light exercise. I consider just walking back inside checking my bags and getting right back on the plane to go home.. I mean after all, I am about to meet a woman who has agreed to,and rather enjoys pushing a person to their limits.. and beyond. I started to regret all the letters we swapped back and forth where I would describe my ultimate crush scenes.. and the fact I had told her exactly how to tie me up and secure me so I had no escape. A car pulls up, right in front of me, and the passenger door opens..a tall woman gets out.. and walks right towards me and in a polite voice, she asks me if my name is Slave X, I nod yes, to my surprise I am given a little hug and she helps me with my bags to the car. Hmmmmm maybe this won't be so bad. maybe I was all worried for nothing, I get in the car, and I get to meet Queen for the first time. Since I am sitting in the back I do not really get an idea of her size yet, but her face is very beautiful, her smile is genuine, and her voice is soothing. The ride to Queen's place was short, and we made general small talk..exactly what that is..who knows, but we did it. I must tell you, I was taken back by how well spoken not only Queen was, but the rest of her lady friends. In fact all of the people Queen introduced me to had the ability to make me feel intellectually intimidated, and that is not an easy task. All of these events leading up to our arrival at Queens house where meant to be disarming, and soon after our arrival I was cursing myself for being so gullible all the time.