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Get your own Free Home PageWe snuggled under the covers and she asked me to tell her another fantasy or maybe make one up just for her. Always anxious to please I asked if she wanted anything special. She burrowed in closer and said, "It's so nice and comfy here so tell me one where you whip me unmercifully." I wasn't sure I followed her logic but what the heck, I was ready to give it a try. I spent a moment thinking about what sort of torments I could imagine for her and then said,
"Once upon a time there was a bad man."
"Is that you?"
"Yes. Anyway..."
"You're really not so bad. No, not bad at all."
"Thanks but take your hand away from there or I'll never get to the story. Where was I?"
"Once upon a time."
"Yes. There was a bad man. An depraved and diabolical man."
"Oh good. I like diabolical men, especially depraved ones."
"Shh. There was also a beautiful lady."
"Is that me?"
"Who else? One day..."
"Am I sexy?"
"Of course you are."
"I mean in your story."
"No. You're sweet, modest and chaste."
"Who's chasing me?"
"Nobody yet. What do you mean?"
"You said I was chased."
"I mean chaste as in no sex."
"That's no fun. Can't I have a little sex?"
"You will. If I may continue? Thank you. The diabolical man wanted the beautiful lady."
"What for?"
"Because he wanted to have his way with you."
"Is that like screwing and stuff?"
"Yes"
"But I like doing that."
"Yes, but only with nice men."
"I see. And he's not a nice man."
"Right."
"So I tell the diabolical and depraved man I don't want him to have his way with me."
"Not in so many words but that's the idea. However, the diabolical and depraved man is not willing to accept your refusal. He is determined to have you no matter what. He sends his minions to kidnap you."
"Are they diabolical and depraved minions?"
"Not quite but they are evil of course. If they weren't evil they wouldn't think of bothering such a beautiful lady."
"That's me."
"You are walking alone on a deserted street."
"I wouldn't do that. Where was I going?"
"Shopping."
"Oh goody. What did I buy?"
"Nothing yet, you were just starting."
"How cruel."
"What?"
"They're going to kidnap me before I get the chance to spend any money."
"Well, I told you they were evil minions."
"O.K. I'm walking down the street thinking of all the wonderful things I'm going to buy and then?"
"You walk past a van. The side door opens and two men..."
"The evil minions I bet."
"Correct, two evil minions jump out and pull you into the van. You try to scream but one of them..."
"Which one?"
"The short one. He holds a cloth gag over your mouth so you can't scream and the other one..."
"The tall evil minion?"
"Yes the tall one ties your hands and then your feet. It all happens very quickly. They are very good."
"I thought they were evil."
"They are but they are very good at being evil minions."
"Oh."
"A third man is in the driver's seat and ..."
"Is he an evil minion too?"
"No, he is only a lackey."
"An evil lackey?"
"No, lackeys only come in `dumb' or `lowly'. He is dumb. Anyway, the van is speeding away even as you are being bound."
"Where am I bound."
"In the van, of course."
"No, I mean where are we going."
"Wait and see or on second thought. You can't see because they have put a blindfold on you and replaced the makeshift gag with a better one that straps around your head."
"Mmmff"
"That's pretty close. You ride for an hour and then you are taken out of the van. Your legs are untied but you still cannot see so you stumble as they guide you into a house."
"Is it a nice house?"
"It is the lair of the diabolical and depraved man."
"Am I scared?"
"You tell me. You're blindfolded, gagged and one of the evil minions has run his hand up your leg a few times during the trip."
"Is he cute?"
"No. He looks like your cousin Larry."
"I think I'm really scared."
"As well you should be. They guide you through the house. When they stop your hands are untied but only long enough to be re-bound in front of you."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
"What color is the room?"
"You can't see. You're still blindfolded."
"I know that but you can see it. What color is it?"
"What difference does it make."
"A big difference. A beautiful lady shouldn't be `had his way with' in a room that's painted a yucky color."
"What would be a yucky color?"
"Pink with yellow trim."
"You're right. That is pretty horrible."
"So, what color is it."
"Pink with yellow trim."
"You would. This is great. Evil minions driven by a dumb lackey isn't bad enough. I am the prisoner of a diabolical and depraved man with no taste."
"How about his taste in women?"
"Oh, well. There's no question about that. Go back to your story and do me a favor."
"What?"
"Leave the blindfold on. I don't want to see this room."
"What if somebody cute comes in?"
"Cute like you or cute like Cousin Larry?"
"Me."
"That's a tough decision. Wait till its darker and don't have any of the lighting illuminate the walls. Something soft and subdued or maybe flickers from the fireplace."
"What fireplace."
"If a girl is going to be `had his way with' it should be in a room with a fireplace. Don't you know anything?"
"Can we get back to the story?"
"Sure. Who's stopping you?"
"They raise your arms and tie you to chains hanging from the ceiling."
"This really is a fantasy!"
"I'm going to regret asking but what makes you say that now."
"Really. Chains from the ceiling of a pink and yellow room. This is bordering on perverted."
"Don't worry about the color of the room. I promise you'll stay blindfolded."
"But I'll want to see the cute depraved diabolical man."
"Tough. That will be part of his debased plans."
"Boy, is he mean."
"He's not even in the room yet."
"I can't say as I blame him. Pink and yellow."
"His evil minions are however and they are going to prepare you for him."
"I'll bet they're the ones who picked out the colors. No, it was the driver. You said he was dumb and probably color blind. Never let a lackey do your decorating, that's what I always say."
"You've never said that."
"Well, I would if I had a dumb lackey. But maybe he could tell a story and stick to the plot."
"Would you like to know how they're preparing you?"
"They're not thinking of painting me pink and yellow are they?"
"No. That's not the colors they're after."
"Good. I was worried for a moment. Go on."
"Thank you. After they attach you to the chains you're pulled up so your feet leave the floor. Your arms hurt with the strain."
"Ow."
"That's the idea. The next order of business is to have unhampered access to your entire body."
"Now we're talking."
"They rip the dress off and..."
"Wait a minute. Was that a good dress? I only wear nice clothes when I go shopping. If they had kidnapped me when I was washing the car or working in the garden that would be one thing but they can show a little respect for a dress that probably costs more than they make in a month. What do evil minions make anyway?"
"Minimum wage. They do it for the love of the job and the pleasure they get destroying fancy clothes. It's so much fun tearing it to shreds they almost don't notice what color the room is."
"Wow. These guys really are evil."
"Yes, they are. After the very nice and exorbitantly expensive dress is torn to tiny little fragments they turn their attention to your underwear."
"I suppose I wore sexy underwear? I usually do if I'm shopping for a dress."
"You were shopping for a birthday present for Cousin Larry."
"Oh, good. In that case I didn't wear anything special."
"And then you were going to buy a slinky cocktail dress for the party next weekend."
"Was I going to that exclusive boutique?"
"Where else?"
"They're not going to hurt my best bra, are they? You know. The one you like so much."
"They're using scissors and cutting it off even as we speak."
"Oh, no!"
"What's left of it falls to the floor. You're exquisite breasts feel the breeze on them."
"What breeze? Do they have a window open? That would be pretty stupid. I could scream and someone would call the police and arrest these evil minions who think nothing of vandalizing perfectly good clothes."
"You can't scream. You're gagged, remember."
"Oh. Mmmff. But what about the open window on my sensitive skin? I could catch a cold."
"I don't think they are particularly concerned about that. They're too busy enjoying the view and the aforementioned unhampered access. You feel their fingers stroking and pinching your nipples."
"Oh, well. I can always get another bra. I don't mind stroking and pinching. Here, give it a try. That feels good."
"Thank you, but don't forget, I'm not the one doing this in the story. Remember the one who looks like Cousin Larry? He's the good looking minion and they're both exploring these delightful little mounds."
"Am I still scared or just disgusted?"
"Your choice but they tire of their game and their hands move lower. Your panties are next on the agenda."
"My silk panties? They slowly and erotically peel them off my quivering ass and down my gorgeous legs, right?"
"They each grab a side and rip the waistband and pants leg open. You hear their diabolical laughter as..."
"I thought you were diabolical and they were evil."
"Oops. Sorry, make that evil laughter."
"That's better. What are they laughing about anyway? There's nothing funny about ruining my favorite underpants."
"They think so but what can you expect from minions like them."
"My poor panties."
"Maybe they can take your mind off what happened to your unmentionables by doing a little more digital exploration of your charms."
"You mean they're actually touching my..."
"You bet. Touching and doing their best to verify you're not a virgin."
"I could have told them that."
"It more fun to find out for yourself."
"You want to check?"
"I already know the answer and now they do too. However, it was so much fun they keep checking and despite your disgust at who they look like ..."
"And the color of the room. Don't forget that."
"And the color of the room, you body is not adverse to their manipulations. You are getting turned on and you are ashamed."
"Getting turned on is nothing to be ashamed of. Remember that time you got me so turned on in the restaurant. I thought the waiter was going to faint when he saw..."
"We're not talking about that. Imagine getting turned on by..."
"I know. Cousin Larry."
"You got it."
"I don't think that's possible."
"In this story it is. You're moaning and thrusting out to assist them. You feel something rubbing your breasts. You recognize the shape as it starts vibrating. It moves down your body and you want to feel it inside. You try to tell them but you gag prevents it. Have no fear on this score. Your desires coincide with their intentions. Its very big and stretches you painfully as it enters. You feel like its going to split you in two but in your present state of arousal, you are willing to accept it."
"I feel like that when you're in me and I love it."
"Thank you. You're very kind. But this is bigger than me. "
"Wow, that's very big. Enormous even."
"Enough flattery. After it's fully implanted you move to get them to do a little in and out motion but that's not their plan. You are brought back to reality as another object is vibrating across your nipples. It feels like a twin of the one already imbedded. It moves around to your back before it starts its way down."
"I don't think I'm going to like this."
"Probably not. It moves down to the crack of your ass. You breathe a sigh of relief as it goes away but someone's finger returns to that spot and it invades you easily. You realize he is putting a lubricant there and your fear returns mollified only slightly by their consideration of not pushing it in dry. The finger is joined by the vibrating tip and it begins its journey."
"It's larger than the plug you put in me when you tie me up isn't it?"
"Much larger. The minor pain its partner caused going in front is nothing compared to what your feeling now. You're screaming into the gag."
"This is getting serious."
"They're just starting. Once its reached its goal, they put a strap between your legs to hold them both in place. This strap is attached to a belt of some kind that cinches your waist very tight."
"I think this is starting to hurt."
"You're catching on to their plan. They step away and allow you to relish the sensations your lower body is experiencing."
"Am I still turned on?"
"Yes and No. The one distending you rear is not at all pleasant but you also cannot ignore the one in front. The pain it caused originally is far overshadowed by its friend and you find yourself responding in spite of the agony not far away."
"Are they going to leave me like that for the diabolical and depraved man? I hope he shows up soon."
"Why?"
"If he wants to have his way with me he'll have to take those thing out."
"Good logic but slightly premature. The minions don't think you're prepared properly just yet."
"What do they know?"
"They know what you asked for when you asked me to tell you this story."
"Unmerciful whipping, right?"
"Right."
"I thought you were going to whip me. I mean the diabolical depraved man."
"He is but he hates to waste time whipping unblemished skin. That's what he has evil minions for."
"I hate lazy diabolical depraved men."
"I don't think he's going to lose a lot of sleep worrying about what you think of him but back to his evil minions. They commence whipping. You can't tell what they're using. All you know is it takes your mind off the two-by-four in your ass as they strike hard."
"Where?"
"Where would you like them to strike."
"I like it when you spank me so how about there."
"O.K. They start on your bottom but it's not a naughty girl spanking. It feel like they're cutting your skin. You are not happy."
"I don't think so either."
"Unfortunately, only one minion is required for this task. The other is free to use a similar instrument elsewhere."
"On my back. He hits me on my back. I wouldn't like that at all."
"Maybe not but he likes softer targets. Two soft targets."
"Uh oh. I was afraid of that. I'd much rather he went back to the stroking and pinching."
"I'm sure you would but he's not really interested in what you want. Dare I say he is fascinated by your delicious contortions as you try to evade the blows from front and back."
"Go ahead."
"What?"
"You if asked if you dare say that so go ahead."
"I already said it."
"Then what did you ask for?"
"Never mind. Where was I?"
"I'm being whipped unmercifully front and back in preparation for the diabolical depraved man who has no taste in decorating and is lazy to boot."
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"The man in back..."
"Minion, please."
"The minion in back has been whipping your bottom and down the back of your thighs."
"Not very nice, is he?"
"No. He is moving his strokes back up and returns to your bottom."
"Am I happy about that?"
"Maybe but don't forget about minion number two working on your breasts."
"I won't. By the way, which is the short one?"
"The one in back."
"Is he the one who looks like Cousin Larry?"
"Yes."
"O.K. I wanted to keep them straight."
"They are."
"They are what?"
"Straight. They are whipping a beautiful naked lady. Something like that is bound to have an effect on them. They are very straight."
"I'll just bet they are. Does the lazy tasteless diabolical depraved man let them do that for him too?"
"Of course not. At least not until he is done. He is a good employer and giving you back to them is one of his ways of keeping valuable employees."
"Is he ever going to show up?"
"Soon. First we have to let the evil minions finish whipping you."
"But of course. They wouldn't want to leave a job half done. If I remember, evil minion number two is still having the time of his life making me wish I didn't have breasts and the one who looks like Cousin Larry is back to my bottom. By the way, I'm not naked. They forgot to take off my stockings."
"So they did but you look nicer that way."
"I'm glad. I hate to look anything but my best while being whipped. I don't suppose my hose held up too well to while he was busy down there did they?"
"No. They're torn in a few spots."
"I expected as much. Please continue."
"Evil minion number one is reminding you of your request to let your back share in the entertainment and you don't find it as enjoyable as you thought. As he moved up, number two aimed lower."
"How low?"
"From your waist to just above your knees."
"Between them too?"
"Not yet. He waits for number one to decide your back has had enough. Then they attach something to your ankles..."
"Time to spread them wide?"
"You bet."
"They're done whipping me and go to get the lovely man."
"Not quite. They stand on each side of you and let the whips wrap around each thigh many times. You are not very coherent and it slowly dawns on you that they finally stop and are removing the toys."
"I almost forgot them."
"A good whipping has that effect."
"Is this where the multiple adjective man arrives?"
"Yes. You're still blindfolded so you miss his grand entrance but you hear him complimenting his minions "
"Evil minions"
"Yes, his evil minions on doing such an outstanding job."
"Maybe he'll give them a raise."
"I doubt it. He values loyalty, integrity and blind obedience but he is cheap."
"Oh good, another adjective for him. Tie me up."
"You mean now?"
"Yes. You can just tell about any other whippings he intends to add but I want you to tie me up and show me how a lazy cheap tasteless diabolical depraved and really cute man has his way with me."
"O.K. Give me your hand. Now the other one. I'll do your legs as I tell you the story. Do you want a blindfold too?"
"Yes."
"There you go. You look lovely and helpless. Back to the story?"
"Please."
"O.K. He runs his hands over you. He is not rough but your skin is still feeling the results of the evil minion's accomplishments and you flinch as he touches you. He runs his hands here and here and here. He is so taken by your beauty he decides to forego adding his own stripes to this gorgeous skin. He unchains you and carries to another room."
"Better decor?"
"Wood paneled bedroom with a fireplace."
"Much better."
"He ties you to the bed. The cool sheets feel comforting on your battered back side. He climbs between your legs. There is no need to tie them open. They fall apart in lustful anticipation just like that. He slides in easily and you rise to meet him. He pushes in harder and..."
*** TIME PASSES ***
"Wow. That was pretty good."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Are you going to keep me tied like this?"
"Actually, yes. We're not quite done yet."
"What happens now?"
"Its time for the evil minions to have their turn. I'll let them in the room."
"Remember when I told you I'd like to be tied up and have you let another man use me?"
"As a matter of fact I do. Is that what you'd like now?"
"Yes but maybe I should've reminded you sooner. Let's make believe you're someone else. I want to feel an evil minion in me. Use the vibrator."
"I've got a better idea. There's someone waiting outside the door. Shall I let him in and then you let him in?"
"You sure know how to make a fantasy sound real. I'll go along. Let him in."
"O.K. Hello, she's agreed to it. Come on in and take a look."
"Cute. The way you opened the door it almost sounded like you let someone else in. Oh yes. Touch me like that again evil minion. I want you. Have your way with me and fill me up. Hey. That doesn't feel like the vibrator at all. Wow, I never knew you to get that hard again so fast."
"That's not me. I'm over here."
"You're kidding. Oh, do that some more. Who's in me?"
"Someone else. Do you mind?"
"Does it look like it. Keep going whoever you are. I'm getting so close."
*** TIME PASSES AGAIN ***
"Wow. That was pretty good."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"It was as good as I hoped. Has he gone?"
"No."
"In that case. Thank you stranger."
"He's smiling. I think that means you're welcome."
"I want to see this well hung evil minion."
"O.K. Close you eyes while I take this off. There we go. You can open them now."
"COUSIN LARRY!!!"
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