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History in women’s dresses.
It is a story in Macho Ralf from his wife. He realizes that he cannot live without her and expires to her until. She has now found her lesbian streak and only wants to be dressed as a woman near her. Since she recognizes how far he humiliated for her, she demands more and more self -abandoning from him.
Experience him on his way to the willless chain slave.
To say it very clearly here the story is fictional and pure head cinema. I say violence in particular violence in weak and helpless. Only if it leads to the mutual pleasure is to be accepted responsibly just to accept.
Part 1) Macho’s end
Today it was a good 3 years ago.
We were married for 20 years, in my early 40s, had a good income, but I was unemployed for 6 months. In the evening I came back to the club board from my admittedly occurring meetings and found my wife with 2 packed suitcases.
“I’m full,” she explained to me “I was your slave for 20 years as a cleaning lady, cook and housekeeper. I wore skirts and dresses usually tight because you wanted to see it that way. Wore pumps with high heels because you liked that, regardless of whether I felt comfortable and comfortable in it.
I groaned under you when you took what you wanted, always satisfied even if you were finished so quickly. And even now that you are unemployed, you haven’t even helped in the household. I’m finally sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow when I get my remaining things, do it well.”
I was completely flattened.
She spoke calmly and calmly. No short -circuit story, she knew exactly what she wanted. I was completely stated in the living room, lonely, helpless.
I was nothing without her, I needed her, she loved her, but hadn’t told her for too long.
Everything went well for me and I had become egomaniac.
“Please Martina” I pleaded into the phone the next day “You can’t go so without you I am helpless. Say what should I do I am to everything, really everything I love you not- please please.”
A long break was created. “I’ll call you again” I heard then she put on it. After all, she seemed to be thinking I could still hope.
She let me wait 3 days, I was not myself, longed for her call, finally he came.
“Ralf listen to” she said “and don’t talk to me in between. I’ve been gone with Sabine for 6 months now, we got very close. You have this time to get your body in shape, to train the beer belly and to learn housework. Then we see each other again for a dinner together that you will prepare.
I want to see you so we asked it from me, you also understand. It will be the 29. Be in October. Make your thing good “.
She had hung up and I had a thousand questions.
Her voice was determined, dominant I didn’t know her. What did she mean by the same way? The same would be in a nice dress on heels, or she meant elegantly but in tuxedo? What did she mean by I got Sabine very close? She discovered a lesbian vein? Then she could definitely want me as a TV maid. I only had this one evening but what was right.
After all, I had a goal. I lived diet, jogged and learned laboriously housework.
I lost kilo by kilo. The evening that should decide everything moves closer .4 more weeks I had to make a decision should really appear in women’s dresses? If she expected it and I didn’t do it, everything would be lost in the first few minutes. If I was wrong, she would like to dead but maybe I would have another chance.
I decided
I rummaged in their clothes and found a long black velvet dress.
It would be good for the evening. I stood in front of a mirror and held it up. Impossible like a tunte I went through my head. I pulled it over.
My beer belly was gone and my size 40 actually fit me. It was quite good on my shoulders, but I only got the side zippers with a lot of effort. In mirrors I saw what I was afraid. A man in women’s dress, ridiculous without elegance.
My ambition awakened, if already correctly. You need shoes underwear cosmetics, just everything. I walked around a little in the apartment. A strange feeling went through me.
The rustling of the lining fabric accompanied every step, and every step was short and was limited by the confines of the dress. The fabric played with my legs, a strange feeling that I didn’t have in my pants, I only came up with difficulty and only down again by giving the skirt. So she meant by uncomfortable.
I took off the dress. Somehow I was agitated, excited, I thought of sex and lay down on my bed.
I had to get it myself, now, I needed it. A new unknown picture appeared in front of my closed eyes. She sat on me in a leather corset and long leather gloves and boots. I was lying in a Korselett and nylon stockings at the bottom, my eyes connected and heard her reminder: “Woe to you come before me”.
And yet it happened and I unlocked myself in a wonderful orgasm. I came to myself irritated. What kind of pictures were that what happened in me?
I sat down on the PC. I came to very well -made travesty pages about the term tuned that I knew about me.
I learned a lot about the transformation to the woman and ordered im Internet Pumps with 8cm sales size.44, cosmetics, a lace -up corset, seamsticks and a very tight bodice panties. The last packet came 3 days before the decisive evening. I wanted to practice on the pumps. First I squeezed into the corset.
Slowly in several sections I dragged the back lacing to. Then I put on the stockings. Again this strange feeling in me. I stroked the nylon, the material I loved my wife so much, my own legs.
It was as if I felt two souls in my body. Finally on the pumps and take a few steps. “Teufel too” I thought “how did she stand it for hours”. I urgently wanted to practice at least 4 hours I would have to wear these torture parts that evening so I strut through the apartment and did a lot of housework.
Somehow a strange feeling around the bottom I was naked because the bodice had dispensed with. Again and again my roaring legs rubbed together. Something stimulated in my sh *** z, it became tighter and stood in the candlelight in me increasingly spreading an unrest. I didn’t want but I landed on my bed again and played around me.
The same picture built in my imagination on only this time I was really in pumps, stockings and corset on the bed. The orgasm was incredibly intense, where did that come from?
The next day I practiced make -up. Sminke, powder, blush, song shadow nail polish. In theory, I had read everything but in practical terms only the good will to be seen.
For the first time I tried out all things. The cupboard squeezed my masculinity together, I was flounder flat. I dragged the corset closely than ever before, stuffed the breast shells with cotton wool and pulled the dress over. Now, so tightly laced, it was also sitting on the hip.
On the pumps I stuck in front of the mirror. Slowly I looked up at myself from below. Incredible in front of me there was really a slim woman in a wonderfully beautiful black velvet dress. Only the head didn’t really want to fit but at least.
I strut again through the apartment practiced the paths from the kitchen to the dining table to the hallway.
It was amazing. The dress, the pumps made it all difficult to understand the simplest things I started to understand my wife. “My God the dress is almost like a light bondage” I thought. .Bend down, go sitting everything wanted to be considered.
No movement was like that I was used to. The tightness around the legs The feeling of dress on the nylon stockings was unusual, I didn’t want to admit it yet.
Between my legs it became narrower and narrower again. My sh *** z started to rain. I unconsciously stroked my body over the velvet.
“No,” I said to myself, “tear you together, it is forced you don’t really want that. She will see your good will and everything will be the same as before.”
In the evening in bed I couldn’t stand it anymore. Only after the redeeming orgasm, in thoughts in corset and pumps, could I fall asleep.
Then the big day was there. Would she come at all? I had never heard of her again.
I cooked the shampus in the fridge what I had learned. There should be fried duck on croquettes and vegetable plates. I worked and cooked and was done around 18:00. I took a bath and started to make up as best I could make it up.
Corset, bodice, stockings and finally the dress. I was excited like before my first rendezvous. Would she laugh at me? Already in the dress I made myself on the tablecloth. A apron and done the last little things in the kitchen.
Then the two -sound bell thundered through the house. I was suddenly loud like church bells. The apron and quickly the last control in front of the mirror. “My God also has it Sylvia Always made ”I went through my head.
I opened the door with trembling knees.
Then she stood, my Sylvia. Shorter hair of dark pants suit, open leather coat, and looked me straight into my eyes. Now in these few seconds everything would decide that I felt. I only stuck her anxiously, unsafe.
A tiny little smile came over her face and at that moment I knew that I had done it right. “Good evening my dear, you don’t want to ask me in?”
“Oh please apologize” I stammered. I wanted to hug her but she only pointed to her cheek and only allowed a fleeting kiss.
“You chic my love. Show me how you live now, ”she demanded.
I was so excited that I didn’t even notice the switch to the feminine form. With still trembling knees on high heels and the tight dress I led her around. I felt uncertainly down the stairs. “We still have to work on your elegance my love: you walk down stairs what you do looks more like wrestling.
I even received praise for my food but the old familiarity did not come back.
What had I expected. “Sabine can get past a drink afterwards. We have a lot to discuss, ”my wife opened me. I got hot and cold at the same time.
I couldn’t do that …
“Do you have a problem with that?“She asked me aggressively. “No, no I’m just surprised, that’s all” I replied.
Sabine came, my outfit praised and I learned things that I would never have thought possible.
They had become a couple and had built a lesbian relationship. However, both did not want to do without a real male shot. Since I was unemployed, I could work as a cleaning zofe for the two and sometimes, very rare and only maybe I would be needed as a man.
I would have to live as a woman in everyday life, as a man my sight would be unbearable for you.
“Think about it well,” said Sylvia. “If you agree there is no back. I would submit the divorce and ruin you. Tomorrow we will come to breakfast.
If you open you are our maid and talk to us mistress or Madame, then you have agreed. If the door remains, we will separate but without divorce battle I don’t need your goods.”
Both had left and I was sitting completely ready, there shouldn’t be any back but I didn’t want to lose Sylvia. But as a woman and maid under Lesbian Life, how long would I endure that. I cleaned up and put order, I couldn’t even get the dress out of the dress.
I rolled through the night restlessly.
Without Sylvia I would fall back into the black hole. With her I would give up my life as I knew it. In the early hours of the morning I decided to live as a maid.
I stood in front of her wardrobe and chose a black narrow flannel skirt, found a white blouse and protected both with a white ruffle apron. So I thought a maid would look like it.
The tight skirt bordered my steps again. The soft fabric played with my roaring legs and he started to report under the miederlip. “Concentrate yourself” I warned myself. Irritated about my own feelings, I went to work.
The breakfast was ready. It rang the doorbell. “Good morning Madame Sabine, Welcome Mistress Sylvia” I tortured myself on my lips. The ladies looked satisfied and went into the kitchen. “For whom is the third place sheet?”Asked my wife.
“But I thought….”I stammered. “If we want to have breakfast with our maid, we will let you know,” I learned from Lady Sabine.
I had to serve the ladies, add coffee and if there was nothing to do with a lowered head and folded hands to wait in a corner. From their conversation I learned that they wanted to shop and would only be back in the afternoon. When they left I was somehow heated up.
Mine raged under the mieder slip tail And I had time. On my bed I pulled my skirt up my eyes stroked over my roaring legs and became hotter and horny. Then the door was torn open, anger burned My mistress in front of me. “You pig” she raged.
“Do you just think of yourself again and whiz my clothes here. You can’t even leave you alone for 5 minutes. I’m done with you, you think it’s all about your amusement? “I, I” I stammered. “Hold the flap” she snapped me on “Tomorrow I’ll get my rest of the things”.
I was done, what had I done I didn’t want to lose her.
The next day I pleaded on knees: “Please do Sylvia with me what you want, everything I agree with everything- but don’t leave me alone, please please.
A long strict look was on me. “You hear from me” was your answer. For three long days I stood next to me the phone finally rang. “Listen to me and don’t interrupt me” she ordered.
“You will get a chastity belt that you have to wear 24 hours a day. You will wear shackles that I will put on you whenever I want to leave the house when I want it. You will only speak to my permission. If I want I will tie you.
Verge against order I can punish as I want as long as no permanent damage. You have disappointed me, I want the total control over you. If you want to endure this, come to La Luna in 4 weeks at 8:00 p.m!
Click, – she had put on. I should put myself in your hand completely.
Already in the evening I got in search of a KG on the net. The next day I drove to the manufacturer and 14 days later he was in the post office. He was worn like a tight -fitting slip. The testicles and cocks were stowed away in a chamber.
He was closed over a hinge attached in the crotch and then he was closed on both hips. I stood in a chrome shiny underpants. The anus was free through an opening and the urine should flow out of a tube. I increased the carrying time from day to day and after a week I only put it off to clean it once again.
I should come in 3 days but then I noticed the devil’s I had to go to the public. My make -up skills were far from enough. It was a carnival and the saving thought came to me. I made an appointment in the cosmetic salon and logged something of carnival cladding.
At 3:00 p.m. I arrived in the studio and was treated friendly and understanding. The whole program mask, eyelashes, peeling. In my KG it was tight. I had left the key at home.
Somehow I enjoyed the treatment, but the fragrance the tenderness pressed it murderous in my KG. So I got an idea of what would come. The hairstyle no longer wanted to fit the face and so after the cosmetics I got a fashionable women’s ceiling hairstyle with highlights. “You can wash them out” explained the hairdresser to me, not knowing that it was completely the same for me.
In the end I was startled by my own reflection. Perfect, incredible as a photo of me and I would not have recognized myself.
I stated in the mirror how was that possible. In my KG it pressed it tremendously.
I paid and praised the perfect work and wanted to go away quickly. “There is still something” said the beautician “They don’t fit together at the top and down”.
I saw what she meant in the mirrored door. A woman’s face on a male body. I looked at her at a loss. “Thought too short, typical man” she mocked.
“Pull off your jacket I will come back”.
She brought a long sand -colored wool coat with a large collar and a cloth. I looked at her puzzled. “Well my dear like that or in jeans and leather jacket as you want”. I put on the coat.
In soft tracks, the wool fabric fell down to me up to the ankles. She skilfully put my cloth over my head and camouflaged my Adam apple. “Not quite the latest fashion but ok” she philosophized. “Hardly anyone pays attention to the shoes and only a few cm can be seen from the jeans.
If you want I call a taxi, you can bring my coat back to me later “.
I was sitting in a taxi and caught how I stroked the soft fabric. He smelled slightly of perfume. In my kg the press was painful. Again and again my hands slid over the mantle wool fabric, for God’s sake what happened here with me?
At 6:00 p.m. I arrived at home.
I would have loved to get it immediately but somehow it didn’t seem right to me. If I had guessed something from my future, I would have enjoyed it again.
After a bath in your bathing foam I stood in corset and stockings in front of the wardrobe. I chose a dark almost black costume. The skirt narrow, knee -length of the blazers with gold buttons and with a white feast at the front.
As the top a white satin shirt with a circular neckline. I put on the pumps and made a few laps. The skirt played with my legs again but I could go well. It was winter, I needed another coat.
The borrowed person did not belong to me, but I found a long mint green coat in my wife’s closet with a working scarf that I made available. I was always more excited. I should really go public in women’s dresses now. No jeans under the coat not only in the protective taxi, no in costume coat and pumps and how should I get there?
I would have to talk in a taxi, no again.
So walk and tram. I was fully dressed in front of the mirror. It looked perfect or not, I only imagined it and everyone would recognize my elevator? I stepped in front of the door with a frenzied heartbeat and stubbornly stormed on the floor. “Calm” I forced myself.
“You look like a woman behave like that”. I straightened up, slowed down the step and dared to look at the facilities’s faces. Nothing, no grin no malice, they just passed me. Learn by seeing.
In front of me an elegant woman in the designer costume and leather jacket stepped. Elegant one foot slightly in front of the other, her body weighed in the rhythm of the steps. I concentrated on my feet “slightly in front of the others” I said to myself. Fear went back and the pressure in the KG grew.
For the first time I became aware of the strange feeling of winter air on my legs. Rock hem and coat played alternately with my calves. Unconsciously, my hand grabbed the crotch and met tough steel. It pressed and pressed devilish.
At home I would have a nice evening no matter I needed it today best now. A young man grinned at me to. “Idiot” I thought “pull you together a lady does not reach for the crotch.”
I was in the restaurant on time at 8:00 a.m. “Good evening Mistress Sylvia” I said in a long way into my wife’s somewhat stunned face.
“Sit down the maid” she replied a little too loud for my taste.
She sat with three friends at a corner table. I knew Sabine, the other two not. “This is Conny. In the past my meaningful husband today she wants to be my maid, ”my mistress and wife“ after all, she makes an effort, but I had to use very strict educational methods.
He couldn’t let it play around yourself. Show how does the part look “. My head exploded in red color like a light ball. “But I….
“I stammered.
“See you” she drove perch in between “It has no purpose. She can’t even hear “. For heaven’s sake, what an embarrassing situation.
Not enough that I was also in women’s dresses in front of them now too. I got up and struggled the tight skirt higher until the KG was clearly visible. With a red head, I stood on the ground I didn’t want to know who noticed all of this. Generally approving whine was created at the table.
“Just like, very good, you need it” were roughly the words. “Well, it works,” my mistress toughen and I was allowed to sit down. They wanted to enjoy the sight of the KG something else. With a water I received my instructions.
Before I was allowed to get close to her for a long time.
The next day I should provide my entire men’s wardrobe to dispose of in bags in front of the house. Then she gave me a very heavy bag, I should unpack it at home I would find everything necessary. In four weeks she would order me to her if she was satisfied. Finally, she also asked for the keys (from the dream from the beautiful evening).
Full of curiosity I unpacked at home and was amazed.
A maid dress size.38, an even closer lace -up, pumps with 12 cm heel, lockable, a pack of hormone paving, a heavy metalsparose, stainless steel ankle tings with 30 cm chain, stainless steel handpents with 20 cm chain, a neck iron and two connecting chains approx. 100 and 50 cm long and a letter:
In this dress and these pumps I will let you bring you to me in 4 weeks
You should wear the corset day and night to do that
You will now lie down in corset nylons and nightgown
You will create the chains beforehand
You will close the pumps to your feet
At eight in the morning you will find a key to opening the bonds in your mailbox
An hour later I can expect a photo of you in binding by e -mail
You put the used key into the metalspardosis
In the photo you will hold an object in your hand that I name you
Each 3. Day you will stick one of the plasters
Your KG remains closed In medical emergencies you call help under 017 ……….
I sat on my bed completely perplexed. I knew if I crossed this border I would not be able to turn around but I would only come back to my Sylvia.
I mechanically put on my bonds. Neck, hands, feet and let the locks grip. Then the connecting chains. It rattled and clinked I condemned myself to the slave and couldn’t stop.
The pumps are still closed to my feet, from now on I either had to crawl or go in these murderous things for me. I was infinitely slow with constant clinking of the chains, I made my way to the toilet. That should be my way from now on? Infinitely arduous, dependent, incapacitated as my mistress chain maid??
In the mirror I saw myself what a bizarre picture. Slightly bent in flashing bonds, a steel brief as a kg, the pumps irrevocably on the feet closed with a breathtaking waist.
“Created to serve” I thought to myself and it was very tight under the steel.
The unusual bondage robbed me of sleep. But even worse my lust gave no rest. I wouldn’t have had to rebel, defend myself, put an end to. Instead, I rubbed my strips.
Damn I wanted to get out of the thing, I wanted to go to my Sch *** z. Always worse, I drove, tried to get under the sheet of my fingers, somehow I wanted to approach myself. I went through my head hopelessly. She had made me in her hand, closed, dependent.
Only they determined whether and when I would have an orgasm. Oh god how should I endure that.
Peep peep …. At some point I had to fell asleep. Shortly before eight.
I struggled to peel myself out of bed just at the chest of drawers, otherwise I would have been torn through the heels but painfully on the merciless chains. I laboriously stole clinking through the house to the mailbox. In fact, I found the keys to the bonds and the pumps.
I set myself fresh in the bathroom, then I laced myself into the new corset as far as I could. I was undecided in front of the wardrobe.
I chose a dark green case and pulled a gray mohair tricks over it. At just before eight I had put on all the bonds again and the pumps on my feet. I just managed to send the photo of me on which I should hold a TV remote control.
Do not dare to keep the key. You place the money box in the outer letter box.
I will have it checked from time to time,
was still on the note with the photo instructions.
“You won’t get rid of these ties before tomorrow morning, you will have to sleep like this”. It went so infinitely tedious. Breakfast in chains, every movement lasted three times as long. I could not reach anything without any problems and it clinked with every movement.
After two hours my feet burned I had to sit down, had just sucked the living room. I dragged the pumps not to do anything, I couldn’t even massage my feet. When I came to rest and was not distracted, I felt my cock again and again massaged my strips tugged at the KG I couldn’t get rid of my desire and tried to distract myself with housework.
On the fourth day it was as far as I had my crisis. I wanted to get rid of these damn chains, I wanted an orgasm no matter how and with what consequences.
I got the savings box and poked the key with a knife, no chance. Finally I even broke the blade off. I took a screwdriver to improve the locks but they were attached so that you couldn’t get to them, they were not free but the brackets surrounded a knob. That is meant seriously to me.
So far I still believed that if I wanted to be able to free at any time. Now it was clear to me that I had put the locks on, I could only help me a locksmith I was completely at the mercy. The next morning I dragged my way around the mailbox in chains. Finally stretch and stretch without the eternal clamping person and if it is only for an hour.
No key just a message:
Are you crazy?
What do you think of fishing according to the key?
Actually you should have on Saturday until 6:00 p.m. for shopping and such.
Forget it before Saturday next week you don’t need to look into the mailbox.
Oh no for over a week in chains, no shower no change of clothes, only chain climbs never a little freedom.
How could she be so cruel. I no longer rebelled, I turned out that I managed to do my work more and more fluently. So many hours of housework I spent on kneeling my feet I hadn’t seen for days they sometimes hurt unbearable. I said a chain slave of the Middle Ages, I didn’t stay more.
Then finally the Saturday came and the keys were in the box, a small package and a note:
Take off your bonds
undress yourself
Put on the mask and close it
Pump the gag at least 5 times on
Bonding your hands on your back and waiting for knees in the bathroom
What should that mean? But what should I do, so the orders did. The mask was made of leather, was completely closed and only had 2 small holes for nasal breathing. I pulled it over and knotted the lacing on the back of the head. A relatively small penis gag crowded in my mouth.
I closed a leather strap with a lock around the neck. The 5 pumps threatened to blow up my jaw. For the 5. And last I needed almost 15 minutes before I made it without trimming.
Then put the extremely heavy handcuffs in the back and I was completely helpless. I became aware of my situation naked in the KG on the tub opponent. I didn’t even know who would come, was blindly silent and helpless. Anything could happen.
It took minutes or I have been kneeling for hours.
The joints hurt but I didn’t dare to get up. Then suddenly someone was in the room. I made “MMPF MMPF” in the gag, a miserably failed speech attempt. I heard “psst” as a sharp hissing.
With was meant I should get up and spread the legs.
Then the incredible happened. The KG was opened. He was free for the first time in weeks and steeply steeply got off. I could hardly believe it but I enjoyed the situation.
A little later I was still tied up, gagged, under the mask, in a wonderful tub. My cock was particularly thoroughly examined and cleaned. I tried to follow the delicate hands I wanted to inject oh god I haven’t had so long. I almost slipped with the abdomen over the tub edge so horny.
You – he whoever had struck hard with a flat hand. I groaned into my gag. Some places on my hanging burned on touch and I heard a long “hmmm”.
Wrapped into a fluffy bathrobe I was still tied up under the mask and heard my mistress and wife’s voice. “You are a little sore and need 2 days of keen belt break”.
My heart made a hop. “Don’t be happy too early, for you it will be hell,” she explained.
When she was finished with me, I was pressed into the new tight corset. The ordeal had taken 30 minutes, now I only got air with trouble. Above my head I still had the mask only the gag she had exchanged for a feeding gag.
There was a ca on the outside. 50 cm long thin hose, inside I was able to suck on a gag ball. “In the kitchen sink there is a 10l bucket with piss more you don’t need for 2 days then you also fit better in the corset” she explained. My hands were pressed into a mono shoe on my back and were completely unusable.
Then she brought me something about my cock that I couldn’t explain at first. Mercibly my legs remained unsccondling, but the pumps were of course connected to me.
“Take care, be good” I heard then the door fell closed. I felt helpless alone and had to fight the fear of fear. What if something happens to me? Slowly I crept through the apartment.
“Just don’t lose your orientation otherwise you will not even find your drink”. I went through my head. Slowly I had made it to the sofa, the head cinema began in my darkness: I lay helplessly tied up, spread on arms and legs under my mistress. She used me to my heart’s content.
My cock grew to full splendor now without a kg. Something was not really painful about the limb and testicles but uncomfortable. I robbed myself of my stomach. I was horny I wanted an orgasm no matter how.
Maybe I was able to finish myself on the leather of the sofa. I slowly started lying on my stomach and recognized the meanness. Starting straps were attached to my best piece that now painfully stuck to the sensitive skin. She had thought of everything and I was frustrated in my lust and had to wait.
Höllisch slowly passed the time between lust and nerve -wracking nothing. Then after an eternity I heard the door opened. The mono shoe was exchanged for handcuffs and a mask was a shower. Immediately after that I had the full – kg again.
Then I saw light for the first time in 2 days and my wife and mistress. Without the mask, I blinked into the daylight. “You pray a lot to come back to me, I would not have expected that.“My mistress praised. My head was washed with my hands that were still tied on my back, then made up and painted me.
“You are free until 6:00 p.m. today, you can shop and buy supplies, at 18:01 you are tied up as always. There are new things in the bedroom and the handcuff key you can lose weight when I am away. The clothing is lockable. You will use the locks immediately after tightening.”
She laced me into the ultraenge corset, took 15 minutes and disappeared. It was completely closed for the first time and through two eyelets in the waist, she had pulled a lock to escape the pressure.
I didn’t think I had to endure without the lock, I would have opened it immediately. Lying on the bed I slowly got used to the tightness and fought the shortness of breath. On the closet there was a pink boucle costume, a narrow long skirt, just lightly waisted jacket with zipper, very elegant and feminine. I looked into the cabinet mirror and got big eyes.
My body hair was gone, they had to under the shower have remained. I also fell on the corset’s baskets slowly filled with their own breast. After a short time I saw my counterfei in the mirror. An elegant lady in the forties and in the KG it became tight.
Could it be that my sight in women’s dresses turned me on? I started to distrust myself, but I was looking forward to the day. That I would spend him in women’s dresses was no longer aware of a problem. I had secured the zipper with the little locks. Already at the first step I stumbled and almost fell.
My step was limited to a minimum. I looked closer and found that the slot was closed and secured with a zipper and locks. I couldn’t move out either, so I had to try to come like that. I was looking forward to this day so I had to make it somehow.
I danced back and forth in the house and slowly got used to the bondage.
“You pray a lot to come back to me, I would not have expected that.“My mistress praised. My head was washed with my hands still tied on my back, then she made up and fried me. “You are free until 6:00 p.m. today, you can shop and buy supplies, at 18:01 you are tied up as always. There are new things in the bedroom and the handcuff key you can lose weight when I am away.
The clothing is lockable. You will use the locks immediately after tightening.”
She laced me into the ultraenge corset, took 15 minutes and disappeared. It was completely closed for the first time and through two eyelets in the waist, she had pulled a lock to escape the pressure. I didn’t think I had to endure without the lock, I would have opened it immediately. Lying on the bed I slowly got used to the tightness and fought the shortness of breath.
On the closet there was a pink boucle costume, a narrow long skirt, just lightly waisted jacket with zipper, very elegant and feminine. I looked into the cabinet mirror and got big eyes. My body hair was gone, they had to have stayed in the shower. I also fell on the corset’s baskets slowly filled with their own breast.
After a short time I saw my counterfei in the mirror. An elegant lady in the forties and in the KG it became tight. Could it be that my sight in women’s dresses turned me on? I started to distrust myself, but I was looking forward to the day. That I would spend him in women’s dresses was no longer aware of a problem.
I had secured the zipper with the little locks. Already at the first step I stumbled and almost fell. My step was limited to a minimum. I looked closer and found that the slot was closed and secured with a zipper and locks.
I couldn’t move out either, so I had to try to come like that. I was looking forward to this day so I had to make it somehow. I danced back and forth in the house and slowly got used to the bondage.
Then I found your letter:
If you really want to come to me, you will be completely dependent on me.
You will do and leave what I want in a sexual way with whom and where I want. You will earn your maintenance in a way that you cannot imagine today. You will experience humiliations that are unimaginable to you today. I urgently advise you not to go further and separate you from me.
However, if you remain against any reason, then set up an account with which we only have access together. I will sell our entire household items and the house. In the event of a divorce, we will argue about the value on this account. If you really want to open the door in 2 weeks, say goodbye to our house, you will never see it again and come back.
Or end it and let the door to that is your very last chance.
My decision had long been made and so I enjoyed the day in the city. The entry of the tram was suitable for the disabled and so I came to the city despite the restrictive bondage rock. It was strange that the tightness of the skirt did not bother me on the contrary, I enjoyed the tiptle steps and got the press in the strips again for receipt. In the following 2 weeks I finally said goodbye to my old life then the big morning came.
According to my mistress instruction, I put the corset to the stop and put on my masurial dress for the first time. In the excerpt of the dress that was too daring for my taste, 2 small hemispheres were emblazoned. The tight corset and the hormone plaster made their duty. I had put on the chains but this time my hands closed on my back after I had put the hated head mask with gag and locked.
Now I stood upright tied up on the cloakroom on its top hooks I had also closed my instructions under a floor -length velvet cape with a hood and waited. I had the front door as a sign that I wanted it to be left unchecked.
The time stretched minutes, hours I lost the feeling for time. In loneliness under the mask, the situation became clear to me.
I have been wearing these pumps for 4 weeks now, but I still felt them as torture instruments and again and again I shifted my weight. My tied hands slid over the smooth satin fabric and the fine tip and it felt good. I felt the relentless steel of the KG and the anus opening. “The only thing that is yours” I thought.
A few days later I would have wished nothing more than a closure at this point. And I was getting hotter. I had been closed for 4 weeks. Damn who should endure that I rebelled.
I tugged on the handcuffs to massage my strips, completely senseless but the mind suffered naturally in such moments. I wanted to inject, now, please, now immediately.
“Well problems” I heard a male voice and frightened to death. I was run forward at the necklace and bug in a car. After what felt like 2 hours the journey ended and I was brought to a house or apartment and connected again to the necklace.
Then someone struggled with my bonds. At first the feet were freed but shortly afterwards they were forced apart with a spreading rod. Then the arms were closed in a mono shoe and I was pressed onto the floor. Suddenly I heard an electric motor and felt a strong train on my legs and after a short time I was hung upside down in bonds from the ceiling.
The blood shot into my head, I tugged on my bonds.
“Hanged like a pig” I went through my head. I forced myself to rest, this complete helplessness scared me. Then I felt how my kg was opened. I was cleaned cleaned and the KG was cleaned.
“You will have to wait a little longer until it is dry again,” I heard my mistress’s voice. It was the longest half an hour of my life in complete darkness. I didn’t even get an erection I just wanted to go down and longed for my inclusion for the first time. Then finally I was closed again and the mask was taken away from me.
From the unusual perspective I saw my mistress. You in a wonderful latex overall, overknees boots and gloves.
“Listen to me to maid” opened my mistress. “You will be trained as TV whore at my request and will earn your own maintenance yourself. The training will take place in the left of the Chateau Douloreux.
In the leaving and in the rooms you will then be available for all the services you ask. Because I want it that way. Your training begins tomorrow. Is that clear.”
I didn’t care I just wanted to go down.
“Yes Mistress, as you want it should happen”. A short smile scurried over her face. “Let them down” ordered them while walking.
I spent the night in a tiny cage, still with the spreader bar and the mono shoe. What else should happen to me.
The next morning I was prepared for the transport.
I was only put in chains in pumps and corset. Against what came now, my previous bonds were tender and elegant. Incredibly heavy clamps were on my body. Hands closed to a waist -ready.
The chain between the neck iron and footribes too short that I could only stand in the deployment of humans. Incredibly thick chain members connected everything to each other
I felt like 40 kg of iron on my body. Then something was pushed into my mouth that looked like a pear. In my mouth it was turned apart by a spindle, my jaw was spread until before the cutout.
It had a large hood that was closed to me and it scratched terribly on the skin. Saliva ran out of my tortured mouth uncontrollably. I dragged myself to the ready van. “Witch torture in the Middle Ages” I thought.
Felt like someone who was dragged to the embarrassing questioning?
After about 2 hours I was dragged out of the car and had to blindly tow on foot with the heavy iron. Then finally the hood was taken from me. I had completely drained her. It was grotesque.
I stood in the small cell of a medieval castle dungeon, approx. 3x3m tall. A heavy oak door, a small barred hole as a window everywhere steel rings on the walls and straw on the floor. Fortunately it was warm.
A shared Uahhh … and subsequent violent sobs echoed through the dungeon. In front of me stood in leather corset, boots and gloves a terrifying woman. To the right and left of her two maids in a breast -free corset, the feet in light iron clamps. In her step, the steel of the chastity belt flashed.
One of them held a strange iron frame in the hand the other shoes that I couldn’t see exactly.
“Listen to you useless worm” I heard the dominatrix “With us you will learn everything that a tail maid must be able to. No matter what happens you will never speak without being asked. You will learn the rest. We’ll help a little.
First you will learn to wear reasonable shoes “. So she removed herself.
The two servants removed my pumps and I saw what they had brought with them and deeply. There were ballet boots of the worst variety.
The paragraph just as long as the shoe itself with lacing and of course lockable. With all violence they squeezed my feet into their shoes. They were brutally pressed down with the cords. Less than 5 minutes I would endure that voluntarily, but closed, what should I do?
Next they removed my neck iron and instead closed this strange frame on my neck.
From there, 2 bars of approx. 1m length to my feet. The ankles were also closed into the clamps attached at the end. The rods formed a triangle of approx. From the feet to the neck.
15 °. “A stork went through my head, they close you into a stork. I had seen such a torture instrument in a film that was about witch torture. Finally, they put my hands in clamps that were welded on half of the poles and unacceptable.
Here I was now completely helpful and motionless. I couldn’t get up or go to go because of the ballet heels completely. “If you have to let it just run you sit on bars, everything runs away under you. You should refrain from the rest “.
I heard the maid say. Above my head they hanged a vessel with liquid. The hanging hose with something like a sucker at the end I was able to reach my mouth. “Drink plenty of it, the solution contains magnesium against cramps.“Then they locked the door and I crouched lonely and left in my cell.
“Like a pig on the column” I went through my head.
My feet rebelled against the heels and I couldn’t even touch them, my hands were uselessly closed to the poles. In the boots I tried to arrive against the pressure and loosened a cramp from which I made to cry. As a result, I drank desperately from the solution and revealed myself to fate. Finally after a little eternity one of the maids came back and freed my feet.
“Only for a short time” she warned “You should soon create several hours”. The inclusion times grew longer and the agony greater. On the morning of the third day, they finally ended the terrible sitting captive in the stork. I have to smell terribly but corset and kg remained unopened.
The straw of the cell was swept onto one side. I saw the face of the maid longingly and then on these terrible boots. She just shook her head silently. I got handcuffs with 40 cm chain and a neck iron that was closed with a 3m long chain on a ring in the cell wall.
My dominatrix appeared threatening, intimidatingly in the cell door. “Listen to you useless thing, you have a day to learn to run. If you can’t then you will regret it tomorrow. “So I was alone on the floor of my cell.
I tried to straighten myself up. The chains clinked, thank God, the captivation of the hands disabled me only a little.
I stood on the ballet with trembling knees. Without taking a step even after 3 minutes I was back on the floor after 3 minutes. After many attempts, I take the first steps. Again and again I sucked the magnesium solution greedily and was panicked fear of cramps.
After hours I managed some cell crossings, accompanied by the everlasting chain rubrator. At the end of the day I was able to go for a few minutes.
The next day should be the preliminary climax of my heels torture. I stood naked on my cell wall with a leather mask in front of my eyes. The hands connected high above me.
The feet hardly touched the floor so stretched the maid on the wall. For a very long time I was so waiting for me. I hung in the chains, my cock was finally free, and again and again I was touched by the maid. They worked in the cell and I didn’t know why.
With only moderately warm water, I was hose, wrapped and then closed and corseted again. Then, I was still stretched stretched onto the cell wall, stringed strikes to me everywhere on the body. They got to work on my feet and closed them back into the ballet heels. Before they wrapped my hands together with the chains, they had made them completely useless with meatlings.
Now standing in the middle of the cell they took off my blindfold. The straw was removed, I stood uncertainly on the murderous heels. I looked down at myself and discovered the torture. I wore a strap bar with thorns on the whole body.
Even at the height of the kneecaps, leather panels were attached with short spines. I immediately recognized the tortour. Whenever I wanted to lie down or kneel I would torture myself. With the hands stuck in moles, I would really be able to hold on to nowhere and certainly not open the closures.
I made a few little steps desperately. I tried to reach the cell door to somehow clamp my fists on the grid of the visual flap. But I only achieved a few minutes relief. After an hour I gave up my fight.
The most common was the knee plates, terribly painfully bite them into the thin skin lying over the knees. I immediately dropped to the side to be tortured by the stitches attached here. Alternately I rolled on the stomach back and sides never lasted longer than a few minutes. After a short time I tortured myself again to continue the tort tour of the pumps.
I tried to cling a little on every cell corner. I tried to endure this shoes that forced my feet in such a terrible attitude. I only had the choice between the plague and cholera, foot or spiked torture. Why should I learn to walk in such an infinitely hard way.
If I had my wife so disregarded, she wanted to take revenge on me so huge?
My agony lasted for several hours. Then I found myself locked in a tiny cage in my cell. Without the belt dishes on the body, I found it to be relaxed. I couldn’t stand in this cage or only lie crouched and found him a relief. I had to practice in the belt dishes three more times that day.
In the end the third time it was black around me. Again I was dragged out of the cage. Since the heels were still closed to my feet, they dragged me on the legs on a chain that was connected to my handcuffs. I was completely invalidated on the ceiling hook in my bonds.
They mercilessly put on my belt dishes. I stumbled in the cell I didn’t want to lie on the devilish thorns. After 10 minutes of fight with me I sank to the ground. The thorns bit again in my skin.
Without escaping the marter, I rolled around and got up again after a few minutes. I was desperately looking for the chain hanging from the ceiling that had just forced me on my feet then it was dark around me. At some point in the night I found myself on straw, chained in neck handwell, connected to a wall, again. I fell asleep the ballets on my feet completely exhausted.
The next day I was awakened by an unifly shock.
My dominatrix stood above me. “You are not to score here, you should learn something,” she thundered. “Today we will prepare your back entrance”. The two maids took the bondage combination off and at least I was allowed to wash myself in a bowl in the knees.
Then they put on a spreading bar to me, they were about 80 cm long and had some for the hands right next to the clamps for the feet. I suspected evil. At first they captivated my hands with heavy handcuffs on my back and put a bowl of porridge on the floor. Like an animal, I eat my bowl empty, it was extremely shameful to have to eat in the presence of the two maids.
I was hungry what should I do? With the wide -spread legs and chains chained hands degradfully captivated, I kept diving in the bowl with my head.
Something heavy behind me was dragged into the cell. A dildo was mounted on an approximately a sqm plate, about 40 cm high. They dragged me up and, hindered by the spreader bar, awkwardly stumbled on the ballet, they pushing me over the dildo.
The bottom and dildo were smeared with lubricant and the maids pressed me down. The stick paved its way into me painfully. I tried to get up but hadn’t had enough strength against the two of them and turned me into my fate. After a brief outcry that both perceived with a strict look, I had overcome the thickest place and sat on the dildo.
Now my hands were closed directly to the spreader bar. It was hard to believe, I crouched here on my tips of the toe, spread and tied up, impaled on a dildo. A noble -looking wooden box was parked in front of me. My dominatrix entered the room.
“Open up” she ordered a maid “. In the box, four metallic shiny stainless steel dildos were a bit larger than the other. The biggest almost fist -sized.
“You will still have the greatest in you today. You have it yourself in your hand.
If you want the next you nod, then you will be whipped on him. If you have worn the biggest half an hour, we’re done for today.”
I stuck the monster. Something like that should be in my small back entrance. I didn’t like suppositories.
The maids stood behind me and watched my agony. In crouching, the air was even more scarce through the corset than usual. I tried to change my location a little bit. The feet hurt mercilessly.
I noticed how the steel transferred every movement in me and it started to press in my KG for my own horror. The beginning lust made the agony a little more bearable. I rode very slowly on the dildo and slowly horny myself. After about 20 minutes I wanted more.
The maids freed my hands, I was allowed to get up briefly and the next size was prepared. Again I had to crouch. With a huge moan I had overcome the thickest end and the next in me. After about 2 hours I nodded for the last stake.
With a huge primal scream I had this giant plock in myself and crouched again and whispered on the ground. Slowly the pain and this strange lust passed, this helpless situation ranked again. Was it only this infinitely long phase of chastity, or was there actually something that was slowly getting out that a slave life would give me? After about 30 minutes I was allowed to let the giant dildo out of myself. Immediately one of the middle plugs was used again but then secured by a sheet metal in the KG.
This pressed not quite as brutally but the permanent feeling of filling irritated me. I was back in my tiny grid cage. They had put the neck of the neck base again. In the silence of the cell my lust rose again.
I tensioned the pomuscules and noticed how the staff started in me. My cock wanted freedom and rebelled more and more under the steel. I massaged the strips with my chained hands. I wanted to do nothing under the KG, hopeless.
I was frustrated in my cage and the pain in my feet also came back in my cage and the excitement abandoned came back. After all, I was allowed to spend the night outside of the cage in the straw. So I could always rest between pain and cramps.
As the maids said, to be fit for the next training day.
The day started with the already known laundry by cumshot.
Completely naked, my hands tied over my head and I stood there with eye mask and heard my dominatrix and teacher. “Listen to du Wurm” she began “today your most important lesson is blowing. You will be trained here for a tail zoofe. Anyone who likes can use you as always popular.
Your customers will pay a lot of money to be able to use you, make your thing good. In the early days you will wear a leather head hood. You will then take care of your customers without being distracted. Today you get your kilnings uniform, woe you sparkle them.”
I was tied up on the ceiling like never before.
After short breaks it went on, only very tedious I could breathe flat. I pleaded: “Please, mercy I don’t take it, please do not go any further.“I received a resounding slap in the face for this. Then my chest was coated with a liquid. Then a maid pressed something on it.
When the pressure waned, something very heavy pulled on my chest. The blindfold was removed and I saw two huge tits emblazoned on me. I took air, wanted to protest and remember my face at the last moment and was silent. 18 cm ankle boots were closed on my feet, almost a blessing to the ballets.
Then the dress, a red satin dress with a short wide skirt, tip on the short puff sleeves and the hem.
Around the waist that still corresponded to a women’s size 38, a ruffled apron was bound. But the worst, it was breast -free. My huge tits were very visible in front of me in full splendor.
Then the brutal bondage came.
A heavy ripening around my neck became approx. 10 cm high, closed. A clamp was attached to each hand with a 20cm long chain. Then they brutally dragged my hands on my back on my back.
The chains were closed so briefly that I constantly choked. “A little stiff something”? Tunished my mistress “Well, we will still create a few cm today, that brings your tits out well”
They pushed me out of the cell into the aisle. For the first time in days I left my prison.
After a few meters we entered a new room. A huge dildo was attached to a wall at a height of about one meter.
Many metal rings in a circle around him. Then there was something that looked like a sound mixer. First of all, a belt was placed around my head, then I had to kneel in front of the dildo. Then I had to prevent myself, almost to the floor with my head.
My hands tugged even more on the throat, the choking still increased. The KG was opened and the dildo that I almost no longer perceived was changed. He was about the same size but cable was attached to it. “You will now practice blowing on the stake on the wall.
If you do your thing well, nothing happens. If you are lazy you will be punished so make you trouble.”
The maids placed me in front of the phallus and I had to tear my mouth open to take it out. They pushed it deep into my throat and then closed my head dishes with short chains on the wall lines. I couldn’t go back a centimeter.
The staff was only half in my throat. It was almost soft like human meat. It was grotesque. I knelt, chained to the wall, whispered in the mouth by a huge phallus in the breast -free kiln.
The huge tits could not be distinguished from real ones. What a picture.
“Come on” ordered my mistress. I started blowing the dildo. I had to press him even deeper into the throat and sucked as much as possible.
After a short time, my abdomen cramped into a strong stream. Since I was hanging on the dildo on the wall, I couldn’t even curvet myself together. So that was the punishment. Somebody gave me a steering impact if I didn’t practice enough.
I made more effort, suck and pushed the stick deeper and deeper into my throat until the nausea. After a while I felt a salty bitter liquid in my mouth. I choked her down disgusted. Should that be real sperm???…
As surprised as I was, I let it up and got the next blow stronger this time.
I hunted into the gag. This devilish mixer had to measure what I sucked out and if it was too little there were power torture. I gave what I could and had rest for the next few minutes. I hopefully had to swallow artificial ejaculate again and again.
“Stop ordered my mistress” then the chains were shortened and the dildo pressed three cm deeper into my throat.
I started choking and rebeling. “Tear yourself you worm” she prevailed me. I had to push the terrible staff even further into my throat and sucked desperately to escape the streams. I actually managed to avoid another one, but I couldn’t swallow everything anymore.
The sticky stuff ran to the dress over my art breasts and I suspected evil.
The chains were shortened again and the end of the dildo now had to be right in front of my larynx. I desperately tried to defend myself against pressing, I was dragging as if from senses on my handcuffs. I choked and threw myself back and forth. Everything useless, the spit put deep in my throat and I had to let it happen helplessly.
“You still seem to have too much strength,” threw my lord. Then the two maids pulled my hand chains a little shorter.
I had to blow the dildo again. I gave everything up to the exhaustion but my strength swore. A huge surge tore my abdomen.
I screamed silently into the giant fog. And sucked for my life. The ejaculate quoll from all cracks. I noticed a few more minutes then an electric shock would tear me up or I would pass out.
“Well, if necessary” I heard my mistress and sank in relief in me.
For me, they let me close to the stake. But at least I was no longer threatened by these terrible electric shocks.
This tortour took another week. Alternately stretching, ballerinas and blowing, then I should be used. I was carefully cleaned in the morning and shaved everywhere.
Then I stood in the kilnings dress, ballerina Heels, and the strictest corset in my cell.
Only with hands tied up on my back led me from my cell. I had to go a staircase higher on the two of them. The pumps were still incredibly high prevented every liquid passage.
Here were the love cells in Chateau. I was led into one of the cells. I stood in a small cozy room with fabric -covered walls, marble floor and a large plush bed. There was a standing ceremony in a corner of the room.
“Closes her and then in the pillory with her” ordered my mistress.
Fäustlings were made from steel sheet on my hands. A dildo, which was connected to the KG with the sheet metal, crowded into my back entrance again. Then they brought a monster from the head hood. It was reproduced to me, completely closed and only had a large opening in the mouth area.
They put the maids on me and it was night. She was closed around the neck with a leather belt. Then a dildo fog pushed into my mouth. I heard like two locks snapped.
With the legs spread out and bent up, I was closed in the pillory. Four times I heard locksmart then I was completely helplessly exhibited. As I stood here, I was completely unusable. Everyone who wanted me had to buy the necessary type of keys so that I could serve as a pleasure maid.
I was waiting for the strictest corsetoned here with bare breasts in the Zofofleidchen to apply my learned art.
I heard indistinctly how the door was opened. Who would come man? Woman?? I couldn’t guess anything blind under the mask. How would I be taken. In the end it was my wife and mistress who would ride her slave.
The locks on my back entrance clicked and were removed. The dildo was removed and a little penetrated into me shortly afterwards, a tail or a woman with a dildo? I had no idea. Hands supported me. I was taken in strong bumps.
Strangely enough, my own cock pressed against his prison. I got horny. That couldn’t be, I wasn’t gay. I was so deep in my roles that I saw myself as a woman.
I replied with the pelvis. How I would have loved to get something from the fulfillment. The moaning became violent and more intense, followed by orgasm. My cley had enough, withdrew back.
I stood used, open and unsatisfied at the pillory. Not even the trouble chains me had been made. Shortly afterwards the dildo was reintroduced and my back entrance was closed. Hours had passed in my feeling in which I had stood out so much.
“Soak” I heard my dominatrix’s voice. My gag was removed and I felt a hose in my mouth. I greedily swallowed the water running into me. Immediately afterwards the gag was reinstated.
Something was put around my neck, then a clamp also closed around my wrist and the pillory was opened. Nevertheless, I couldn’t lower my hands, they were firmly connected to my neck over a yoke. I was chained on the bed with spread legs on the bed. A blessing after the many hours at the pillory.
I noticed another person in the room. The locks of my knob clicked and my mouth was free. Someone sat on my head. It smelled of a woman, to the leather column.
I started licking. I tried to drill my tongue deeper and deeper into her, played with her clit. It rode more and more intensely on my head. She kept pressing my face into the pillow.
It got hot and hotter, the air smelled extremely like leather, around me the lining of a wide skirt rustled. She probably wore a wide leather skirt. “Whether she was open here while driving” I introduced myself. The oxygen was only just a few minutes and I would lose consciousness among this woman.
“Just don’t let it go” I said to myself and gave my last one. In large waves they went through the orgasms under my tongue. Exhausted she rolled down from me and I stayed in an unfulfilled lust. “Well for the beginning,” I heard a female voice then it was quiet.
The gag was used again but I stayed on the bed. Then I felt someone in the room. It clicked on my KG and actually he was taken away from me. Should I really, ….
I didn’t even dare to think about thinking. Oh please plead silently I need that now please. Stahlhart got off my cock from me. The metal dildo remained in me.
I felt like someone borrowed from it. I was like being connected. I would have loved to know what happened there but I lay wide spread under the mask with the yoke on the neck and legs. Delicate women’s hands drove over my body in the kilnic dress.
Then over the roaring legs to the steel clamps. The lust tore me up, oh please don’t stop. The movements on my body were somehow familiar. Delicate hands took my cock.
Was that my mistress and wife. I felt how she sat on me and slowly lowered the lap and took up my limb in her grotto. Oh god jaaaaaaaa please don’t stop now I heard her voice. “The dildo in you is connected to electricity.
Not to come in front of me, do not dare to come at all. Otherwise … I don’t even think about it.”
Slowly she started riding me after a short time I noticed that I would come. I tried desperately to distract myself. I roared “Neiiiiiin” into the gag-
I was sitting vertically in bed.
My whole body is shaking. “What do you have” asked my wife frightened. “I” I stammered “this dream it was so real”
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