My Custom Made Leather Accessories

My Custom Made Leather Accessories    Ch 9

When JR came back from his trip he had an idea for a different type of bondage. He had been in Egypt for three weeks and decided that he should turn me into a mummy.

We were cuddling on his couch when he told me about what he intended to do. My pussy steadily grew hot and wet as he described how he was going to wrap me tightly up like a mummy. I was squirming in my seat as he talked and I began to undress. JR grinned and when I was naked I crawled onto his lap and straddled his legs. I was working on undoing his trousers when he picked me up, set me aside and went to the garage. He brought some rope and proceeded to tie me into a very tight frog tie. He played with my pussy while he continued to describe sexual mummification. I was so hot that I was ready to explode, especially after he told me what I would experience while wrapped up for hours and hours.

‘Why not days and days?’ I panted, ‘After all, the real mummies get to be wrapped up for thousands of years.’

He didn’t bother to answer. He moved to his drafting table and began designing something. I wanted to know what it was but he told me that I would find out soon enough. I was overcome with curiosity and kept pestering him until, with a sigh, he put down the pencil, put me over his knee and gave me a delightful spanking. I wiggled and squealed in delight as he slapped my bottom and I had an orgasm half way through but that didn’t faze JR. He just kept smacking my bottom until the thrill became pain, then warmed back to passion. I was moaning in delight when he stopped. It’s impossible to walk or crawl in a frog tie but I managed to roll off his lap and land on the floor. I looked up at him and opened my legs as wide as the ropes allowed. He got the message and spanked my pussy. For some reason I started counting the slaps and at number twelve the universe exploded into a billion flashes of light. JR added two dozen more to grow on, then grabbed the back of my hair and lifted my face to his. I was gasping for breath when his mouth closed over my lips and his tongue sought mine. Orgasm number three launched its pink and golden fountain through my existence and I fainted.

When I awoke I was lying on the floor with a sweet tingle between my legs. JR was bent over the drawing table. I sang softly to myself while I rocked my knees from side to side. JR glanced at me and his eyes widened when he saw my posture. I thrust my hips up hopefully. He smiled, shook his head and went back to work so I sang louder. After a while I was singing quite loudly and JR finally stood up and walked out of the room. He returned carrying the largest ball gag we had, and I eagerly opened my mouth. He thrust it between my teeth and buckled it very tightly, then went back to work. I couldn’t sing but I could hum so I resumed rocking my legs and humming happy little songs.

JR took that for twenty minutes then threw down his pencil in exasperation, bent over me and started to pick me up. It isn’t easy to carry a middle aged woman in a frog tie so he released my legs and started to pull me to my feet. I knew he was going to carry me to some room far away, tie me very tightly, leave me there and close every door in between, so when he bent down I kicked his feet out from under him and he crashed onto my body. I let out a loud ‘oof’ but before he could lift himself off I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them tight. I giggled as he glared at me in annoyance. He tried to free himself but I wouldn’t let him. He reached back and tried to pry my legs apart but I was too strong. He even rolled over until his back was against my chest but he still couldn’t get free. We struggled for a long time and both got very sweaty. Finally he gave up.

‘What do you want?’ he demanded.

‘Fuck me then whip me,’ I said around the gag.

‘Ok,’ he sighed. ‘Let me up.’

I shook my head so she reached down and struggled out of his pants. I held him very tightly with my legs and he glared at me as he struggled to get out of his clothes but finally I felt his hard, hard cock pressing against my tummy. I opened up just enough to allow him to get inside me then I clamped down again.

‘You know, it’s pretty hard to move like this,’ he said annoyed.

‘Too bad,’ I muttered around the gag, ‘Just get busy.’

It was difficult for him but he managed and after a while I was so happy enjoying what he was doing that I forgot to keep my legs tight and he managed to escape. He jumped up and stood over me. I looked up at his penis and made puppy whimpers. He lifted me to my feet, slung me over his shoulder and carried me to the basement. He tied my wrists to a hook in the ceiling, then selected a very wicked looking horsewhip. I made happy little sounds under my gag and he whipped me. No warm up, no light strokes at first, just a solid, fierce crash of that whip around my waist. Wow, did that hurt!

I squirmed and whimpered but that didn’t prevent the second stroke from curling across my ribs to hit both my nipples like a white hot bar of iron. JR gave me more of the same until my orgasm got me about ten minutes into my whipping. I was so weak that I sagged in my bonds and almost didn’t feel that last twenty or so blows from the whip. I fainted and awoke some time later. I was alone, hanging with my toes just touching the floor. My body was on fire from the whipping and my shoulders ached terribly, and I was in heaven. I hung in a happy pink cloud until it occurred to me that JR hadn’t finished fucking me! Oh well.

I waited patiently for him.

A few weeks later he called me over and showed me what he had made. When I first saw his creation I thought that he must have burgled the History Museum. A very authentic looking Egyptian sarcophagus stood in JR’s garage. It was carved and painted like a real sarcophagus but was old and antigue looking. A woman’s face had been carved onto it. I walked around the coffin and then looked closely at the face. It was mine! I laughed in delight.

‘Did you carve that?’

He nodded.

‘I’m impressed,’ I told him. ‘I didn’t know that you were a sculptor.’

‘I’m not,’ he said. ‘I tried to carve it freehand but the results weren’t good so I used an computer aided router using a picture of you, then I touched up the details by hand.’

The face looked like an Egyptian woman with makeup and a striped scarf but it was undoubtedly me. I was thrilled.

‘Why didn’t you carve my body too?’

‘It was hard enough to get your face, besides, you would want your body to be naked.”

‘Of course,’

‘I want this to look authentic, not like ancient pornography.’

‘What’s wrong with a little pornography?’ I asked. ‘It’s not like we haven’t done any before.’

‘No one has seen your naughty pictures or tapes,’ he said. Part of my brain was thinking about the hundreds of naughty pictures that the motel clerk has of me.

‘So?’

‘So I’m considering some way to take this out into public.’

‘Oh?’

‘With you in it.’

OH MY GOD!

I managed to keep from shrieking in delight. ‘Where are you going to take me?’ I gasped.

‘It’s a secret.’

The coffin was covered with hieroglyphs and had been painted. It had nicks and scratches and chunks of wood missing. It looked authentic.

‘How did you get it to look so old?’

‘I painted it with dulled colors then gave it a light sand blasting. After that I rolled it up and down the driveway about fifty times.’

‘What is inside?’

He opened it and I saw that the interior was lined with a comfortable formed fitted cushion of foam rubber, and the rubber was lined with fresh percale cotton. The inside of the door held a corresponding cushion with recesses for my breasts. A bunch of tubes and cables lay coiled on the bottom.

‘Catheters, breathing tubes, drinking water and sensors,’ JR answered my unasked question. ‘A built in compartment at the base holds batteries and air tanks, waste receptacles and some other equipment.’

He wanted to explain how everything worked but I didn’t care. My nipples were rock hard as I imagined myself locked inside.

‘How long will I be able to stay in this?’ I whispered.

‘With water and air and a feeding tube for high protein liquids, and the other, um … facilities you could stay inside for days,’ he answered, ‘But you would probably be in a lot of pain from lack of exercise.’

‘Who cares!’ I snorted. ‘Put me inside now.’

‘Ok. Get your clothes off.’

JR watched as I stripped naked so I put on a show for him using some of my belly dance moves. Well, one thing led to another so I ended up tied spread open on his work bench for several hours while he played with everything I had. In fact, we got so distracted that I didn’t get to try out my new sarcophagus until late that evening.

After a shower (we didn’t want to get the lining all sweaty) JR turned me into a mummy. After attaching a few things like catheters and sensors to my body he had me lie on a wooden board which rested on blocks on the work bench. Then he wrapped yards and yards of wide linen bands around my body. He started at my feet and worked way methodically up to my neck. Being JR he worked slowly and carefully and precisely and got the wrappings just so. He wrapped them firmly but not so tight as to cut off circulation. He even used a ruler to measure the correct amount of over lap. It took an hour and a half for him to reach my neck but he left my breasts exposed. And I was on fire. I thought that he would have me cross my arms over my chest but instead he kept them along the sides of my body. I should have known, he didn’t want anything interfering with access to my breasts. He paused from time to time to take photos. When he finished with my neck he lifted me and my body board off the bench and stood me up. I couldn’t move below my neck but boy was I hot, and not just from the warmth of the wrappings. My breasts flopped down when I was upright and JR decided to squeeze them for a while. He also sucked on my nipples and nibbled all round my boobies and tugged on them and chewed gently and drove into a sobbing, blubbering, mindless mass of sexual arousal. I was millimeters from an orgasm when he stopped! I complained bitterly, and begged and pleaded for him to finish me off but he just chuckled wickedly and went back to work. Ooooh!

I was so worked up that I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, but he put a set of earphones on my head, then placed a small mouthpiece between my lips. It wasn’t much of a gag and I told him so.

‘It isn’t a gag,’ he said. ‘I’m afraid a big gag would be too painful for a long time.’

‘Oh no it wouldn’t,’ I assured him.

‘We can experiment with a big one later,’ he said, ‘For now we will stay with this, besides it’s more than a gag.’

It had tubes for water and liquid food, and a microphone. Well, it wasn’t a real gag but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

After making sure that my mouthpiece was secure JR wrapped the bindings around my head and immobilized it against the board. He thoughtfully placed a cushion between my head and the board. The bindings covered my eyes and I couldn’t see. When he finished JR told me to try to get loose. I wiggled and squirmed but there was no way on earth that I could get free. All I managed was to get my breasts swinging, which attracted JR’s attention and got him to playing with them again. This time he allowed me to enjoy my orgasm and it was a doozy! When I finally floated back down to earth I tried to tell him how much I loved him. He understood and gave me a loving kiss on each nipple.

I felt him doing something to my breasts again, but this time it wasn’t erotic. (Well, actually I thought that it was terrifically erotic but JR was just attaching something to my nipples then wrapping each breast in linen). The pictures showed that the wrapping made my breasts stand firmly outward. He didn’t put nipple clamps on, and I couldn’t figure out what he’d put on me. I learned later that they were small copper cups held in place by the wrappings.

When he was satisfied that I was entirely mummified JR lifted me into the sarcophagus then fiddle around with things. ‘Ok,’ he said, ‘Closing the lid.’

My pussy went super nova when I felt the inside of the lid press against my body. The firm pressure against my thighs and tummy and upper chest was wonderful and I delighted at the feel of my breasts sliding into their perfectly fitted receptacles. They were tight and there was resistance which felt nice, then suddenly they slipped into place with such a sweet, firm caress that I almost had another orgasm. I tried to wiggle my boobies but they were held to tightly that it was impossible. I also felt a firm, solid object that made contact with my lower belly right above my pussy. It felt triangular and I tried to wiggle a bit to get a better idea of what it might be, but I couldn’t wiggle a finger, much less my body.

‘Ok, how do you feel?’ JR’s voice asked in my ears.

‘Wonderful,’ I answered. ‘Now go away.’

‘Good,’ he chuckled. ‘You have water and food when ever you want. Just suck on the right straw for water and the left for food. It probably won’t be very filling but you won’t go hungry or lack nutrition.’

‘Go away,’ I repeated. ‘Leave me here for a while.’

‘I will in a minute,’ he said. ‘I want you to understand how your coffin works.’

‘Hurry up.’

‘There is a temperature regulator that will keep your body healthy and comfortable. You aren’t likely to get cold but you could get very warm so I have cooling water circulating through the system.  We are talking on a short range radio and I will always monitor it in case you get into difficulty.’

‘Is that all?’

‘That’s it.’

‘Good, now take me to my royal burial chamber under my pyramid and leave me there for about a thousand years,’ I told him.

‘I’ll be dead by then,’ he said, ‘Or at least too old to screw you.’

‘Then bring a younger man with you,’ I said, ‘In fact, bring several. I plan to be very horny by then.’

He chuckled

I whispered softly, ‘Thank you my darling.’

‘You are welcome.’

He left me inside for exactly twenty four hours.

I felt so incredibly sexy that I was sure that sooner or later I might have an orgasm just from being unable to move. Sweet delightful thrills would build steadily from my clitoris and I felt like I could see the golden pink colors bubble upward to my brain. Sometimes it was like a huge powerful solid balloon that grew and grew and other times it felt like steady ripples that followed each other, some thin and dainty and others thick and forceful. They seemed to pause at my nipples and sparkle across them, then continue up to the center of my soul. I crooned and moaned and whispered and sang and hummed as each incredible sensation flooded through my coffin.

I don’t know how long I was in the coffin before I felt something on my breasts. They were being squeezed, gently and firmly. It felt like hands! I could fell individual fingers tightening, then releasing. I wondered if JR had opened my coffin and was playing with my beauties. Perhaps he was so excited that he couldn’t wait. I wriggled as much as I could, trying to tell if the sarcophagus lid was open, but I was held most firmly, so that wasn’t the case. Hmmm, I wondered if he had built in some access doors over my boobies. That was flattering. Well, I couldn’t do anything so I just stood there and enjoyed, (as if I had a choice). The squeezing fingers went on for a very long time and I was so worked up that eventually I had an orgasm. I let out a groaning squeal, which brought JR’s voice to my earphones.

‘Anything wrong?’ he asked.

‘Oh no,’ I whispered. ‘Everything is just fine.’

‘Ok.’

I didn’t notice that the fingers kept right on manipulating my breasts, even after I came. That was a bit odd so I began concentrating on that they were doing, and after a while I began to notice a repeating pattern to the squeezes and pinches. It took a long time because my concentration was distracted by the squeezes and pinches, but I finally decided that I wasn’t feeling JR’s hands, but some sort of mechanical device that he had installed. Something like my torture bra only not so violent. I was close, it turned out later that he had installed pneumatic tubes that tightened and released with air pressure. I had an image in my mind of JR sitting at his work bench manipulating a computer joy stick that was causing those wonderful things to happen to my breasts.

After a long time, during which I dozed off and on, the fingers slowly faded away. The coffin held me so firmly that I could relax my legs and my body didn’t sag in the least. I was just suspended. When I discovered that the fingers had stopped I almost called JR to ask him to activate them but I decided to wait and see what else he had in mind. I found out, in a very dramatic way.

I was awake and just wool gathering when without any warning and powerful electric shock zapped my left nipple. I jerked into a fantastic orgasm and let out a piercing scream. The shock was followed by several more and I fought to move with every muscle in my body, but to no avail. I was as immobile as if I’d been poured in concrete. That didn’t stop me from having more orgasms forced on me nor to keep me from shrieking as loud as I could.

I heard JR chuckling over the radio. ‘I’ll bet that the electricity just got a nipple,’ he laughed.

‘Oh, you bastard!’ I sobbed.

“Now, now,’ he said, ‘Don’t be a disrespectful mummy or master will have to punish.’

‘Bastard,’ I repeated. Bad idea, my right nipple got about a thousand volts of electricity and the god of orgasms sent me into orbit once again.

‘How was that?’ JR asked.

‘Wonderful,’ I whispered when I caught my breath. ‘May I please have another.’

‘Of course, but I’m putting it back onto random setting, so you’ll just have to wait.’ 

‘How long?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know, it’s random.’ He paused. ‘One very interesting thing was just confirmed though.’

‘What’s that?’

‘The sarcophagus is truly soundproof,’ he answered. “I’m standing in front of it and I never heard you scream.’

‘Then how did you know I did?’

‘I heard you over the radio,’ he said, ‘But I turned it off for a minute when you screamed the second time. I couldn’t hear a thing through the coffin.’

‘Why do you care?’

‘Because now I can take you to a public place and make you have orgasms with people all around, and no one will know.’

‘When are you taking me out?’ I asked. ‘And where?’

“Don’t worry, I’m working on some ideas.’

The squeezing fingers and electric shocks had a diabolical variation, which was fantastically erotic. I woke from sleep to feel something tightening around the base of my right breast. It got firmer and firmer and my breast began to swell and my nipple grew hard. I wanted to touch my breasts nut I couldn’t move my harms. The sarcophagus held me so firmly that even without the mummy wrap I wasn’t able to move. Whatever was holding my breast reached a certain point then simply held. It felt nice but then, nothing was happening. I wondered what was in store. I tried to wiggle it but that was impossible. Then I felt a series of regular thumps through my nipple. They were faint but grew steadily and kept a steady rhythm. They became very forceful, then stopped. Now what?

Wham! A jolt of electricity got me and sent me into another orgasm, and another piercing scream. I saw sparks and fireworks and planetary collisions and super nova, and finally the lights died away and I fell asleep. Some time later, (hours? days?) the thumps started on my other breast. I tensed waiting for the next orgasm but it seemed to take for ever. ‘Come on,’ I thought. ‘Let’s go!’ Then the thumps stopped and I readied myself. If I had been able I would have spread my legs wide apart. But nothing happened. I waited and groaned in frustration. And waited. And cursed JR for being the sadistic, uncaring, teasing son of a bitch that he was and just as I was thinking up other things to call him there were three rapid, powerful thumps and lightning shot through my nipple and carried me right into paradise.

God, what a wonderful man JR is!

Then there was another incredible sensation. The fingers tightened around the base of my right breast, then another band tightened an inch toward my nipple then another and the first one released and another tightened. It felt exactly like I was being milked. The milking sensation was highlighted when a tiny spark of electricity tingled across my nipple. It was a tiny microzap, not enough to make me come but enough to make me squeal in delight. Then it happened to my other boobie. The process was slow and deliberate; right, then left, then right again. Slowly, methodically, and unrelenting. My breasts felt heavy, then light, hard then soft and delicate. The sensation wasn’t violent or dazzling, rather it was just sweet and steady, and it slowly worked me into a state of total insanity. I had experienced orgasms through my breasts before (and I certainly pity those women who have not) but this was incredible. It sent me into tiny, steady, long tingling orgasms that seemed to rise and fall from breast to breast. It went on and on and on for hours, then slowly died away.

Want to know how many times that sort of thing happened to me? … I would like to know myself but I can’t begin to tell you because I lost count.

But the worst, most diabolical thing that JR subjected me to involved that curved triangular thing that pressed against my pussy. I wasn’t surprised when it began to vibrate gently. And the feeling was delicious. It made me very hot and wet but it didn’t change its rhythm or intensity. It wasn’t even close to my clitoris so it wasn’t going to stimulate me to an orgasm; it just kept me in a state of near insanity. For hours. I felt like a housewife who presses her pussy against the corner of the washing machine during the spin cycle, it was pleasant but didn’t do enough. I concentrated on making myself come with the help of the buzzer, but that didn’t work. I wondered if I’d become desensitized. Well, if that was the case I knew that JR had a solution, like my previously desensitized breasts I knew that his whip would bring my pussy back to enjoyment.

Sometime during my stay both the milking program working on my breasts and the gentle, insidious buzzer tickling my belly. I tried to force myself to orgasm but the harder I tried the less successful I was so I gave up and concentrated on not losing my mind. Those sweet little teasing devices ambushed me and while I was relaxing a sudden orgasm roared through me from my nipples and my pussy at the same time. It was like a blue flame from my clitoris met a scarlet one from my nipples halfway and flashed into royal purple ecstasy. 

Between the torments and delights I fell asleep many times. And I always awoke to a throbbing pussy and aching breasts. I had no idea of the passing of time and I began to hallucinate like when I am locked into solitary confinement in my cell.

One very realistic fantasy involved the Egyptian priests who buried me in my tomb. The ceremony required that they all be naked and erect when they carried my wrapped body on a bier through the city in front. I was born past weeping crowds. I was completely covered except for my breasts which stood up tall and firm in the bright sunlight. The bier swayed with their pace and my breasts jiggled from side to side. They carried me across the desert to my tomb. The populace followed wailing and beating their breasts (and the men grieving over the loss of my breasts). At the entrance to the burial chamber beneath my pyramid, they made the crowd stop and closed the heavy stone door. Then the priests lay my bier on the floor and took turns fondling my boobies while chanting prayers to bring me back to life. The prayers must have worked because I was quite aware of their hands on my breasts. In fact I was soon screaming for them to fuck me. (I guess that I wasn’t dead after all, but then, many of my erotic fantasies aren’t very logical). I became so excited that I spread my legs despite the linen wraps. I tore them down the middle as I forced my legs apart. The high priest knelt between my legs and ritually fucked me while the others chanted incantations. The ritual quickly tuned real and he was soon pounding away on top of me. But he managed to keep the process religious because he called upon the gods many, many times, especially when he spurted into me. Then he climbed off, staggered away and was replaced the next priest. They all took their turns and fucked me senseless. When the last one finished I lay on my bier in a sodden pool of cum and soaked wrappings and the priests sprawled the chamber around happily exhausted. When they recovered they ate the food and drank the wine that was supposed to sustain me in the afterlife. Then they started another round of chanting and all screwed me again. Then they rewrapped my body with new bindings, hid the old ones and put me into my coffin. Afterward they strutted down the tunnel very satisfied with themselves.

In another hallucination modern tomb robbers stole my sarcophagus and drove me in a truck to some lonely isolated place where they tried to force the lid off. They had heard the legends of my great beauty and sensuality and wanted to see me for themselves. I wanted them to free me and take my body for their wicked lustful pleasures but they couldn’t get the sarcophagus open. I used my magical powers to send bursts of erotic energy through the sarcophagus and into their minds. I wiggled and made the coffin rock. They grew frantic and their cocks nearly burst through their trousers as they tore at my coffin. Then a heroic Indianapolis Jones came galloping across the desert on a magnificent white stallion, (which also had a raging erection). Indianapolis leapt off the horse and he and the bad guys had a long drawn out gun battle while the horse tried to mount my sarcophagus. When he ran out of bullets Indianapolis took his whip off his belt and drove the bad guys away with it. (I really liked that part, and wanted him to use that whip on me). After that he got the horse off of me and tied it securely to a palm tree. The horse wanted to fuck me too, and put up a terrific struggle. After getting the stallion under control Indy produced the magic key that opened the lid. He lifted me out in his arms, tore off my wrapping and proceeded to fuck me into a state of utter mindlessness, for several hours. Then he wrapped my body again, threw me and my coffin into the back of a German army truck (which the tomb robbers had conveniently left behind) untied the horse who tried to climb into the truck with me, and drove away. Suddenly the tomb robbers appeared on top of a ridge with hundreds of German soldiers and began chasing us. My hero drove madly across the desert with the villains (and one horse) in pursuit. Bouncing over the rough ground made my breasts jiggle wildly, which distracted Indianapolis (he bent the mirror down so that he could watch) and encouraged the pursuers (they could see them sticking up over the sides of the truck). I enjoyed the chase, especially the part where my boobies bounced wildly, and on one hand I hoped that we would escape so he could take me to his secret hideout and fuck me forever. But on the other hand, there were an awful lot of strong, rugged men chasing me. Some of them were cute, and they all wanted to fuck me. Not to mention the horse.

I woke from another delightful dream. I was an Egyptian princess lolling on a bed of cushions on a barge as my naked male slaves poled us down the Nile. I looked them over, then selected a strong looking one and beckoned him to me. I lay back and spread my legs apart. I snapped my fingers and my handmaidens tied my wrists and ankles to the canopy pillars. The male looked at me uncertainly until one of my handmaidens grasped his loin cloth and tore it off of his body. A very large and hard cock bounced into view. The handmaiden pointed at me and he knelt between my legs.

‘Take me,’ I commanded. He tore my jewel encrusted bra off and hurled it over the side, then ripped my gauzy panties to shreds and threw himself atop me. I smiled in triumph as the poor slave thrust himself into me. He fucked me wildly, frantically, insanely, because I kept my male slaves celibate until I wanted one of them. The poor men sometimes went months without sex. My handmaidens knelt on either side and watched through lowered eyes as his huge cock slid in and out of me. He was terrific and I smiled again because my poor slave looked just like JR. 

I was dozing when I heard thumps and clicks and it took a few minutes to realize that JR was opening the sarcophagus. He swung the lid open only an inch but the bright light hurt my eyes through the wrapping and I whimpered. He closed the lid, waited a moment, and allowed my eyes to adjust, then opened the lid fully. I felt the strangest sensation when the firm pressure on my body was removed, and giggled when the lining clung to my breasts for a second, then released with a loud pop. 

I was stiff and my muscles ached and I smelled awful. I was embarrassed but he held me tight and kissed me and told me how wonderful I was. I was crying with happiness when he carried me upstairs and lowered me into a hot bubble bath. The bathroom was filled with scented candles and he washed every inch of my body carefully and gently. Then he let me soak for an hour. Later he toweled me dry, powdered my skin and carried me to the bed, He placed me under the sheets and kissed me good night and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him on top of me and ordered him to fuck me then and there.

When I told JR about the hallucinations he just shook his head.

‘I read up on the effects of sensory deprivation,’ he told me. ‘And different people have many different types of hallucinations, which are often weird or disturbing, but no one admits to having erotic ones.’

‘Then the researchers aren’t using the correct type of test subjects,’ I told him. ‘They need to get people like me.’

‘There aren’t many people like you,’ he answered dryly.

‘True, but I also doubt if the researchers have their test subjects tied up naked and in sexual situations. Maybe they ought to try that.’

He shrugged. “They bring in dozens of people for those experiments.’

‘You are a scientist,’ I said. ‘Why don’t you conduct some research along that line?’

‘I’m an engineer, not a psychologist,’ he replied.

‘You have a PhD in engineering, why not take a few courses and get a degree in psychology. Just think of the thesis you could write.’

He looked thoughtful for a few moments, then nodded. ‘Never mind the thesis,’ he said, ‘Just think of the fun I could tying up dozens of naked women.’

Bastard.

Later I told him about my fantasy of being screwed by my Egyptian barge slaves, and the one that looked like him.

‘Oh, do you intend to make me your slave?’ he asked.

‘I already have,’ I told him.

‘Really, when?’

‘The first time I allowed you to tie me up.’

‘Yes, you did,’ he smiled.