It was past my portals.It was past my portals. I made noises behind the gag. I couldn't stop it from going in. He continued, sliding it deeper, until it was as far in as it would go. It wasn't impossibly big, probably smaller than he is, but it was so hard and unyielding it felt like an enormous intrusion. He moved it out again, a little, and back in. And out. Of course, it was a dildo. Something that my midwestern little mind has had some trouble adjusting to. I had, of course heard of them, but believe it or not I had never actually seen one until that Saturday. Where would I have seen one in my home town? People drive to the next town to buy condoms. People in the next town drive to ours for them, too. That's not a joke, by the way. It's an invitation to think about where I'm coming from. He pushed it back in, watching my face. He could see that I wasn't reacting sexually. I wasn't. It was too artificial, too per- verted for my midwestern mind. Sorry, if that isn't the sex-vixen reaction you had in mind, but that's the way it was. He did something with the chain, and locked the end of it to my waist with another miniature lock, this one small and gold-colored. But functional. Where does he get this stuff? He went back to my head, lifted it gently, and locked the gag in place. As soon as he let go of the device, I squirmed, trying to expel it. No dice. Then he untied my legs. I lifted them onto the table and gingerly brought them together. I had more freedom of movement, but still couldn't get rid of it. Then he freed my arms. Instantly my hands were between my legs, pulling. Again, no dice. I went to jump down from the table, but quickly realized I had to be very careful of how I moved. It was awful. My only thought was: What has he done to me? But I already knew, really. Gingerly, I got down from the table, and with trembling fingers felt myself to see if there was anything I could do to get it out. The chain went through a ring in the end of the ... device. Sorry, but the word 'dildo' sounds so perverted to me. Nazis in dirty socks and all that. Experimentally, I took a step. |