Mindy`s mistake
By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”
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“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
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“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
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“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
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“Hmmm, Sherry?”
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“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
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“Never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, huh.”
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“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
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“Nope.”
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“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”
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“Oh, yeah, I saw her and that other girl dancing together a little bit, and then I never saw her again. I think she left around the time you left with Sherry.”
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“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
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“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”
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“Detective Jones?”
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“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”
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“The missing girl? Mindy? No, I don’t know her. She and her friend just kinda crashed my party last night. Not that I minded. Glad to have more people, you know. But I never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, I’m not sure. I think they showed up about 9:00. But there was so many people last night; I didn’t even get to talk to them.”
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“Well, her friend, Sherry, went home with a guy I know. I thought they all left at around the same time.”
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“Uh, a little after 11:00 I think Mindy and Sherry left with Brad.”
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“Yeah. His name is Brad Walker.”
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“Sure, no problem. 123 Main street. 867-5309.”
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“You’re welcome, Detective. I sure hope you find her!”
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“Yeah, If I hear anything about her I’ll call you.”
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“Okay. Bye.”
Oh girl! The police are looking for me! I’ll just lie low and try to escape from this thing again tonight. He’ll never know I was here.
He returned to his computer. I could hear the clickety-click on the keyboard for the next few hours. It was getting uncomfortable with this pipe jammed in my mouth, though I was feeling so horny strapped into his device. Yet, my mouth was so dry from breathing through my mouth. I was dying of thirst, and my stomach was starting to growl. I wasn’t sure I could wait until night to escape.
He left the room, and I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs. I pulled and pulled until it felt like my wrists were raw, but I couldn’t free my hands. I’m so fucked!
I had to take a dump, and I was again glad for the thorough way he designed this device. I let my poop fall into that Tupperware tub under that hole under my butt. Then I peed a little more into that pipe.
I was so incredibly thirsty. My mouth was parched. I understood now why people adrift at sea drink salt water, knowing it would kill them.
I heard footsteps again.
“What’s that smell?” he said.
A few more footsteps. “What the? whose shit is that?”
Another two footsteps. “Holy shit! I see a tongue wiggling down at the bottom of the funnel! Is that you Diane?”
_Diane? No! I’m Mindy._ “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screeched with that pipe jammed in my mouth.
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Diane. But this is such a surprise! I know you said you wanted to try my toilet slave machine, but I never expected you to put yourself inside it like this last night.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. _I’m not Diane, you idiot! I’m Mindy! Let me out! _ “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
“Well, I guess you’re thirsty, huh, Diane?”
_Oh girl! I’m so thirsty! But_ please _don’t piss in my mouth! Please! _
I heard movement and shuffling. A zipper zipped open. _Oh girl! No! _ Water splashed against the funnel, echoing loudly inside that toilet box.
I tried to close my mouth. I clamped my teeth down on that pipe with all the strength in my jaw. The PVC pipe held my mouth wide open.
A stream of warm liquid dribbled into my mouth from the pipe. It tasted salty. Then, _gaaaa! _ It tasted like piss! It tasted like a smelly pissy bathroom in a dirty bar.
His filthy urine collected at the back of my throat while he continued to pee against the side of the funnel. My mouth was nearly full of piss when he stopped. Then he squired a short stream against the funnel. Then another.
I heard him zip his pants back up and leave the room. Oh, girl! I couldn’t breathe with my mouth full of his pee. I tried to blow it out, but that just swished it around inside my mouth. Now, I had to take a breath even worse.
I had no choice. Okay, I had a choice. I could swallow his filth, or I could die. As hard as it was with my jaw held wide open, I swallowed, and swallowed again. The only way I was going to take another breath was to chug it all down. Every drop.
Finally, I took a sweet breath. Then I felt like puking. I resisted. I knew that if I puked, I’d just puke it up into the pipe in my mouth and have to swallow it again to breathe. Don’t puke! Don’t puke! Don’t puke!
_Oh, this is so sick! How could I have done this to myself? At least I wasn’t thirsty any more._
Some time later, he came in again and unzipped his pants. The taste of his piss was still in my mouth from the last time he peed.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed.
He said, “What does ‘Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh’ mean, Diane? That’s not the Morse-code safe-word you said you would use, you know.”
His hot salty piss splashed against the funnel and into my mouth again. It wasn’t so bad this second time.
Yet, my stomach hadn’t stopped growling for hours. I was starving! He had to let me out to eat! Or drop some food into the funnel. He couldn’t let _”Diane”_ starve!
It must have been night, for I eventually dozed off again. But something woke me. I heard footsteps again. I was so thirsty that I sucked down his salty piss. Then I heard a soft bump and felt the head box wobble a little.
I heard a short hissing sound echo inside the funnel.
A moment later, I heard, like a sucking sound, followed by a thud against the funnel. Something soft, wet, and sticky dropped into my mouth. _Gaaaaaaa! No! _
I felt like puking again. Just knowing that there was a lump of someone else’s shit in my mouth made me feel flush and nauseous. It was resting against the back of my throat. Then another banged against the funnel and slid into my mouth a moment later.
I pushed it out of my mouth back up the pipe with my tongue. That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life–push shit out of my mouth with my tongue. But all the shit blocking the pipe blocked air from getting in. I couldn’t breathe again.
Then he shit another turd into the funnel.
I realized my mistake too late. Now I would have three huge turds of shit in my mouth to chew and swallow before I could breathe again. I moved my tongue aside let his shit drop into my mouth.
Oh girl! It was stringy, lumpy, and syrupy, and chewy, all in one! And the taste! The taste of shit! Shit tastes worse than it smells! I must be one of the few people in the world who knows what shit tastes like–bitter and smoky.
At least it was so soft that I didn’t need to chew it. I just swallowed it little by little until it was all down, then I took a sweet breath of cool fresh air. Then he dropped another turd into the funnel and into my mouth. This one, I swallowed right away.
I think he stood after that, because the box wobbled a little again. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.
I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!
_Ah, beautiful footsteps! Give me your pee! I’m so thirsty again! _ I heard him walk up to me, then his warm pee splashed against the funnel and into my mouth. His pee was so refreshing! Am I sick?
Hours passed before he came to use me again. As the day wore on, he peed a few times, satisfying my thirst each time.
Every so often, I would moan “Ahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ah!” trying to hit upon that random Morse code safe-word that Diane told him she would use.
That evening, he dropped a pill of some kind into my mouth. It was chewy and tasted like strawberry, like a multi-vitamin. Then he gave me a squirt of piss to wash it down.
The following day, my own poo was loose and watery into that Tupperware tub under my ass. Cleaning that up serves him right!
I gradually lost count of the times I drank his pee and ate his shit. I had no idea how many days had passed, even.
The phone rang one evening (at least I thought it was evening) while he was typing at his computer in the room.
He said, “Hello?”
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“Hey Brad! What’s up?”
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Really?”
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“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”
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“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”
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“Then the reporters came around too.”
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“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”
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“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”
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“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”
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“Great!”
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“Okay. See you. Bye!”
After untold days, weeks, and months had passed, I had been subsisting entirely on his piss and shit. I had lost count of the time that I had been built into his toilet slave machine. I hated to think what my complexion looked like. Forget my complexion, I must have been fired from my job, missed a rent payment or two, and a couple of car payments. All my other bills, too. Oh girl! My life is totally screwed!
His phone rang while he was typing at his computer again. “Hello.”
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“D-D-Diane? I, I?”
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“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”
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“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”
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“I don’t know.”
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“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”
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“No! Nothing’s wrong!”
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“I’ll explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”
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“Yeah, love you too, bye!”
_Was that_ the _Diane he was just talking to? _ He stepped up to the toilet and said, “You’re not Diane! So who the hell is in there?”
I heard him fumble with the latches on the outside of head box next to my ear. He lifted the box, pulling that pipe out of my mouth for the first time in weeks. Sweet relief!
He looked down at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I coughed a few times and answered, “I’m Mindy.”
“Holy shit! You’re that missing girl!”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What are you doing in there?”
“When I saw your thing here. I just couldn’t help myself. Are you gonna let me out now?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring off into space.
“Please!” I begged. “Please! You have to let me out! You have to! Please!”
He sighed. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live–uhm–how long has it been since your party?”
“Hmmm, a little over two months.”
“Oh shit! Then I don’t live anywhere. My landlord is such a jerk. He would have rented my place out by now. My car is probably repossessed. Everything I ever owned is gone. Maybe Sherry will let me live with her.” I started to cry. “I don’t know what do to any more.”
“Mindy,” he said slowly. “Everyone’s looking for you. If I let you go, suddenly the police, the newspapers, and everyone is going to be into my business.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. “But?” I asked.
“I can’t have that.”
“Please!”
“I’m sorry Mindy, but your body is now part of my machine. Permanently.”
He lowered the toilet back onto my face. “Noooo!” I screamed until the pipe forced itself into my mouth again.
He gave me some pee to drink, and then walked out of the room.
* END *
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Mindys mistake
Friday, February 29th, 2008Ahoy There
Thursday, December 20th, 2007 It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.
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Brenda and Sarah
Sunday, October 21st, 2007As a guy I have always dreamed of watching two women together,
and when it finally happened, it was better than anything I could
have imagined.
Brenda was a 23 year old brunette lesbian that lived next door to
me and my girlfriend. My girlfriend, Sarah, is 21, brunette, and
has a killer slender figure. Brenda used to have at least 3 to 4
girls over to her place every week and I used to whack off at the
thought of what she might be doing with those girls. I didn’t
think that Sarah was even interested in anything bi-sexual until
she caught me masturbating with my ear against the wall that
adjoins Brenda’s apartment bedroom. I confessed everything, and
she told me that she wouldn’t mind ‘doing it’ with Brenda.
The next day when Brenda left her apartment with a laundry basket
full of clothes, Sarah and I followed her with our own basket of
dirty clothes. At the laundry-mat we started our laundry as if
everything was normal and then I took out my Nikon camera, the
one I used while on the high school year book staff, and started
taking pictures of my girlfriend. I suggested that Sarah give me
a breast shot and she gave a shy look at Brenda as if to say ‘is
it okay?’
Brenda watched as I took pictures of a partially nude Sarah and
then finally said ‘Can I join in?’ She joined Sarah and started
kissing her deeply. Sarah then started to unzip Brenda’s jeans
and I couldn’t believe my luck. Sarah completely undressed
Brenda, and Brenda took off Sarah’s pants and then proceeded to
go down on her. Sarah climaxed in no time and then she returned
the favor to Brenda. I asked to join in and Brenda told me that
she doesn’t screw men but she would like to watch me fuck
Sarah… and she did just that.
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I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more than one
Friday, August 17th, 2007article and featured on various TV reports: college women embracing
bisexuality–using their time away at college as an opportunity to experiment or
to develop relationships to keep them safely satisfied. Not that I’d seen signs
of it: my campus wouldn’t be in the forefront of such trends, and most of all,
people tend to keep things like that from me.
It’s not just that I’m a straight-arrow: I seem to send out straight-arrow
signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they look at me and just
*know* I’m not a person with which to engage in questionable practices. And it’s
ironic: yes I grew up in a conservative household, but inside, I’m not that
conservative at all.
And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the women I
lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and different. And
most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to women. I’d discovered
my attraction while watching some sexier scenes in movies (no, not X-rated
movies; just noticing the women in some of your plain-old R-rated heterosexual
love scenes). Once discovered, I’d realized some fashion models held that kind
of fascination for me, and eventually I admitted to myself that women I’d seen
and knew could affect me. Not that I’m not basically heterosexual, but I *did*
start thinking, and from all I heard, college is the time to give it a try.
What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways: never been
with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not really outgoing. And
here I was, contemplating the idea of actually finding and forming a relationship
with a woman! How would I do it? Ask someone I knew?
I couldn’t imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian gathering? Like a bar?
That wasn’t what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way or
another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some point. I
thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort of person I was
interested in. It would be nice if I found someone exactly like myself: a woman
who wasn’t outgoing and didn’t go out much, but on the inside, wasn’t as
conservative as she appeared. Someone who I could share the experience with, in
confidence.
And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find each
other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the subject of a
Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be other women similar to
myself, since I don’t talk to that many people, I’d be unlikely to discover them,
and even if I did, how would I make friends with someone as reserved as me?
I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman just wasn’t
practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or someone to help me. Set
me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I could talk about it to. Someone
nice, who was engaging in such a relationship.
I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in such a
relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer: Leslie Brown.
She was definitely outgoing. I’d once noticed her with a woman and wondered
about the two of them, but more than that, she had the right kind of personality
for this. She had that combination that I needed: someone who I could feel
comfortable talking to and someone who certainly would know what was going on.
All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with Leslie. After
more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if some other pair of women
were engaging in something. I started spending more time with her, actually
hanging on her a little, and eventually one day as we were walking back from
supper, I managed to comment on two women I’d seen together a bit.
“Rebecca and Janet?” she responded. She looked at me for a couple of seconds as
we walked, not saying anything more.
Finally I had to fill the silence. “I just wondered.”
I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was smiling.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
First Gay Experience
Thursday, August 9th, 2007(MMM, 1st)
Two of my friends and I were drinking beer and watching
TV one night when the subject of sex came up. Ed
suggested we watch a video he had stashed away. Bill
and I were willing to go along so he put it in and
started it. The action started with a guy entering a
room and sitting on a couch. He was wearing tight
shorts and nothing else. Soon another guy entered the
room and joined him.
Well I was puzzled and wondered where the women were.
Then the two guys talked awhile and then the second
one put his hand right in the first ones crotch. Now I
was really confused. When I looked up from the screen
I saw Ed and Bill watching me. I was sitting in a chair
and they were sitting on the couch. But still I didn’t
understand what was going on.
The action on the screen started to heat up when the
two guys started feeling each other up and rubbing each
other’s crotches. I finally realized that there weren’t
going to be any girls and that this was a gay movie.
I was a shocked but to my surprise; not really turned
off. I was curious and I’ve always been open-minded.
Soon one of the man had the other guys cock out and was
stroking it slowly. Ed suggested I go and get us all
another beer because nothing exciting would be happen-
ing in the movie for a while.
Reluctantly I went, not really wanting to miss anything,
but not knowing why. It took me a while to fetch the
beer and when I re-entered the living room I was
shocked to find Ed and Bill sitting close to each other
and rubbing each other’s crotches. They took the beers
from me and acted like nothing unusual was going on.
I sat back down and watched both them and the movie.
Soon the guy in the movie had bent over and had taken
his buddies cock into his mouth. I must admit I felt
my dick stir a little at the sight and wondered what
it would feel like to get some head from a man who
knew how it felt to receive it.
In the meantime Ed and Bill were still rubbing each
other through their pants. I thought, what the hell,
and began to rub myself a little as I watched the
movie. It did release some of the physical tension.
We all sat like that through the movie. Me rubbing my
erection and Bill and Ed playing with each other’s.
The guys on the screen went through a sixty nine scene,
and ended up with one sitting while the other guy
straddled his hips facing us and lowered his butt over
the first guys dick. He bounced up and down on it while
the first guy reached around and played with his cock.
The top guy shot his load out into he room and you
could tell that the sitting guy shot his load up inside
his buddy’s butt.
When the video ended Bill asked me what I thought.
I told him I that I didn’t know what to think. I was
embarrassed because I had a really hard cock and ob-
viously was turned on by what we’d just seen. I could
also see that both Ed and Bill had hard cocks. I swal-
lowed hard and excused myself to go pee. When I got
there I was in for another bigger surprise.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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