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Setting up home in my microwave, swearing like a trooper, embarrassing me in public are more than enough to warrant a warrant for the little blighter's extradition and repatriation back to Tesco (throw him into the biscuit cruncher I say)
But things have just gone from bad to worse, actually worse doesn't even describe the situation here at the Tart Trapp. I am incandescent with rage.
You see I had planned a pleasant afternoon of roping and raping. A delightful young lady had made herself available to me for precisely that purpose. There really is little as lovely as the anticipation and then the execution of a beautiful helpless woman walking willingly into the path of danger.
Anyway, even before the doorbell had rung, gingerbread man was causing some sort of ruckus in the kitchen. Oh, I found out how he got music, flashing lights and control of the microwave, the little sod's nicked my iPod, my TV remote control and a number of bulbs from around the flat.
I tried to shut him out of my mind. Well I tried at least to keep him confined to the kitchen. I politely asked him to try and keep calm and behave whilst I was entertaining this rather delectable blonde. I certainly did not want my guest meeting him. Whatever would she think?
Kitchen door closed, I set about preparing my living room. Lots of rope, satin drapes, bamboo poles, more rope. This time around, I was roping for a purpose. The roping was to be more functional than aesthetic. She was to be roped into a position of well you might say, easy access. There was some research that needed to be undertaken. Hitachi have become concerned about the possibility of litigation over possible misuse of their wand. They have commissioned the Strapp Research Institute to investigate the effects of sustained wanding, enforced multiple orgasms and whether gushing can produce a desiccated woman. The last question leading to the possibility of further research program regarding re-hydration and reconstitution. The marketing potential for freeze dried women is promising.
It is funny, but the more I rope, the more the sessions just seem to float off and find a life of their own.
I had her all tied and trussed, Her legs were attractively rendered useless; spread apart and roped securely to a bamboo pole. Her arms were trussed up like chicken wings. Not the most attractive tie ever, but remarkably effective at preventing her from interfering with the proceedings. Her breasts and sex were completely free of any rope that might otherwise get in the way.
I earnestly set to work. The experiment started with a phase of using the wand, and then suddenly, not using the wand when it appeared that the subject might be getting too aroused. Very interesting quite how animated the female genitalia can be. The next phase was orgasm closely followed by sustained use of the wand despite her pleas for me to stop. Now that really was fascinating. The changes of muscle tone, skin colour, language break down all have been carefully logged and reported. Careful scientific measurements would have been recorded for the amount of ejaculate, unfortunately after 3 conical flasks, a tea cup, the sink bowl and a bucket we had run out of measuring vessels.
Experiment concluded, I thought that I really deserved some reward for all my hard graft, and since she was, well, very accessible, I decided to nip off to the bedroom for a "something for the weekend sir". Now this is where things really started to go a bit ginger.
When I returned, the living room door was shut. I tried to open it but it would not budge. I peered under the door and I could see the door jam had been wedged in tight. Now since my subbie was only 20 seconds prior, most securely fixed, it seemed unlikely that she would have locked me out, and that really only left you know who! For some 15 minutes I battled with the door, all the time hearing grunting a moaning sounds coming from the far side. Eventually I managed to break in only to be greeted by the site of gingerbread man climbing down from between her legs.
"Oi cuntface, you said she's blonde, she's fucking ginger!"
"She's not fucking ginger"
"Too late matey!"
With that he scooped a mit full of girl juice from between her legs and scampered off in the direction of the kitchen.
As he rounded the kitchen door he looked back and over his shoulder and chuckled "sloppy seconds for you cuntface"
No. It is not funny at all.
Edited Tue 19 Aug 08, 7:35 AM by MarcusStrapp
| 2 Jun 07, 12:55 PM playzone UK, 5 yrs  |
PMSL, now that IS funny, I suggest for your own peace of mind you take your little fiend back to Tesco and make sure he goes through the bisciut mincer. By now he will not be edible and to be honest considering the places he has been I really don't think he is suitable for your anyone to eat, certainly not your children  CMC Adverts FREE to use fetish classified site for new and used, buy, sell, swap or wanted items. |
| 2 Jun 07, 1:09 PM Demonatrixx 6 yrs |
Love the photo of the little chap....bet I could break him <wink> The only problem with being swept off your feet, is ending up on your arse. |
| 2 Jun 07, 3:30 PM Im_smoo 8 yrs |
Read this on a 6” screen, baby; just for you!
Myopic smoo Pictures amazing xx Edited 2 Jun 07, 3:31 PM by Im_smoo |
| 2 Jun 07, 4:30 PM hedonistah ES, 9 yrs |
If you cross a blonde with a gingerbread man, do you get a custard creme? |
| 2 Jun 07, 4:39 PM mini_velvet UK(EH), 6 yrs |
I have one word for you Strappy- gingernuts.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. |
| 2 Jun 07, 5:13 PM bella_corsetto UK(CW), 5 yrs |
You really need professional help - please do not ever get any! lxx Average, everyday, sane, psycho, angel goddess |
