6. Homeward Bound (Last Chapter)
(Deena on Display)
The story so far: Great Britain in 2015. Dr Mike Britten and Nurse Jenny
are touring universities and schools with their 'Human Biology Alive!' lecture
tour. The 'alive' part is provided by Deena, a young woman convicted of
drink-driving offence who had chosen a three month stint as their model instead
of a prison sentence.
Despite the public indignities of being naked, chained and probed in the
most intimate ways on the lecture stage, Deena was becoming accustomed to her
experience, and beginning to develop a real friendship with the dominating
Doctor and Nurse. But there's a problem: Deena was unwittingly acquiring a cult
status on the student grapevine. She is kidnapped by the Wildlife Society and is
a reluctant participant in their rituals before Dr Mike and nurse Jenny rescue
her.
-oOo-
As they drove to the Wetherspoon's disco-pub Deena endeared herself to
Mike and Jenny by appearing more concerned about Jenny's welfare than her own.
"Did they hurt you?" she asked Jenny. "I was so worried about what they would do
to you after they took me away.
"I thought I was going to suffocate in that laundry basket. All those
sheets were pressed down on me and I couldn't move at all. They wheeled me out
of the hotel and lifted the basket into the back of a van. We must have driven
for maybe ten minutes. Then they lugged the basket, with me tied up inside,
upstairs into the room where you found me. Then they lifted me out of the basket
and dumped me to the floor. I was still gagged and with a pillowcase tied over
my head.
"They seemed to think it was very funny watching me as I lay struggling
on the floor. My ankles were still tied to my wrists. They told me that I was
'hog-tied'. Is that right, Jenny?"
Jenny nodded, suppressing the urge to smile. Keeping her eyes on the
road, she encouraged Deena to continue her story.
"Then I felt their hands all over my body, tickling me, pinching my
breasts and buttocks, driving me crazy, until I thought I was going to choke on
the wadding in my mouth. I was laying of the floor trying to catch my breath
when they released my ankles and lifted to my feet. That's when they noticed
that my crotch had been shaved! They seemed disappointed, as if they were
planning to shave me themselves. I could hear them arguing about something.
Apparently they were intending to write 'hairy arse' on my buttocks.
"Then they started whispering so I couldn't hear them, deciding what
else they could write on me. I could feel a marker pen pressing down, writing
all the way across my buttocks. They must have been using different colours
because they kept mentioning red, blue and black but never said what they were
writing. Whatever it was, they thought it was very funny and kept giggling like
children.
"I tried to run off when I felt the hands let me go, but my hands were
still tied and I was still gagged and hooded so I couldn't see anything. I
tripped over something, and fell to the floor. I banged my head and started to
feel ill."
Deena looked at the doctor pitifully, needing sympathy and getting it.
Mike ran her finger lightly over the lump at the side of Deena's forehead.
"Then what happened?" The Doctor asked, having become her sympathetic
counsellor.
"They started dressing me in this costume." Deena continued, looking
down at her furry covering. It was only after they had zipped me up at the back
that they removed my hood and gag. I saw three other animals kneeling on the
ground and realised that I must have tripped over one of them earlier. They were
tied into a hands and knees position and were tugging and pulling, trying to
escape, but it was impossible when they were tied up like that.
"I was tied in the same position as the other animals at the end of the
row. One of the guys held up something they called a 'ring-gag' and told me to
open my mouth, but I refused. I was so tired of being gagged. But someone
standing behind me kicked me hard up the bum. It was only when she spoke that I
realised it was a girl. 'Open your fucking mouth you drunken slut!' she yelled
at me. I did as I was told and they fitted me with that ring-gag, which
stretched my mouth wide open. Finally, they put the rabbit's head on me, which
blinded me again. I was almost glad that I didn't have to look at them anymore.
"Then I heard a commotion. Lots of shouting. David had come into the
room and he was really angry about what they had done to me. I felt him trying
to untie one of my hands but then there were fighting and the others overpowered
him. I think they must have knocked him out because I didn't hear his voice
after that. I don't know what happened to him." Deena's voice trailed off
softly, her thoughts turning to the guy who tried to save her.
Dr Mike was unsure whether to tell Deena that the Wildlife Society had
turned David into another one of the animals, and that he was being humped up
the ass by a girl with a strap-on when he last saw him. He definitely wasn't
going to mention that he had zapped David with the electro-prod and ruined his
sex life for the next month!
Deena continued, determined to finish her story while they drove. "Then
some kind of ceremony started. Lots of short speeches and animal noises. They
said I was their guest of honour, loaned to them by the Doctor...but you didn't,
did you?"
The doctor shook his head to reassure Deena that he'd never do such a
thing.
"Then I felt a hand rubbing something cool on my anus, like Jenny does
to me in the lecture. There must be a little slit in the back of my costume.
Then something large was prodded deep into my rectum, and a penis entered my
mouth, and I couldn't stop it because of the ring-gag in my mouth. They each
pushed back and forward, and I started to feel very hot inside this costume."
"I can imagine," Mike said, deftly adjusting the tent in his trousers.
"The rocking back and forward continued and I was getting hotter and
hotter and I could feel the penis keep pushing against the back of my throat.
Then he ejaculated and I heard everybody cheering. He told me I'd better swallow
if I knew what was good for me, so that's what I did, but it wasn't easy to do
with that gag."
Nurse Jenny smiled knowingly, trying hard to concentrate on the road
ahead.
"I think you know the rest. You arrived not long after that. Thanks for
rescuing me." Deena gave a beaming smile of gratitude to the doctor and nurse
sat alongside her. They might keep her in chains, and publicly humiliate her
naked body every day, but they still felt like her best friends.
"You have reached your destination," said the soft feminine voice of the
AutoNav, and the flashing neon lights ahead confirmed they had reached the pub
car park.
-oOo-
Deena got a few strange looks when they entered Wetherspoon's Disco Pub,
but there was a warm welcome from the patrons that she hadn't expected. Many
drinkers seemed to think she was the cabaret act. A pretty chained-up girl in a
rabbit suit was not something they saw everyday, not even in the year 2015.
Mike located a relatively quiet booth where they could eat, drink and
simply relax. The friendly waitress in a cute ultra-short uniform dress came to
take the order. Jenny had a stiff gin and tonic, Mike had a beer, and Deena a
diet cola as usual. Jenny unlocked Deena's handcuffs, but her hands remained
mitten-like within the rabbit costume. She shrugged her paws at Dr Mike as if to
say 'what the hell!' and managed to raise the glass to her lips gripped between
them.
By the time they had finished their meal, the dancefloor had filled and
the high-spirited dancers were encouraging the sexy nurse and the sweet-looking
girl in the rabbit costume to join them. Jenny and Deena were eager to accept
the invitation but there was the small matter of Deena's security chains; she
was supposed to stay secured at all times while in public places. That was the
law and Dr Mike wasn't going to jeopardise his lecture program just so Deena
could have some fun.
But Mike doesn't always get his way. Jenny bent down under the table to
attend to Deena's ankle shackles. She unlocked one of them and locked it back
onto the one that was already shackled. Then she stood up and tugged Deena's arm
until she too was standing.
"Lighten up, Mike. She's still wearing her chains!" the nurse castigated
the doctor, her characteristically wide smile stretched across her face.
The doctor leaned back in the soft upholstered seating, enjoying his
beer and watching contentedly as Jenny and Deena danced the evening away. It was
amazing how the shy girl that he had taken custody just five days earlier had
turned into a complete extrovert (not to mention a flirt!) on the dancefloor.
For Deena, being salivated over by horny students throughout the week had done
wonders for her self-esteem.
Deena's provocative little wiggle, accentuated by her rabbit's tail had
aroused Mike's libido considerably. Tonight somebody would have to get it - he
was sure of that. As the lecturer and Deena's supervisor, he was legally
entitled to poke almost any implement except his penis into any of Deena's
orifices.
There was another reason for staying away from Deena, he wanted to keep
her 'orgasm-free' in order to heighten her responses in the forthcoming
lectures! Tonight he would make do with Nurse Jenny. The nurse looked over her
shoulder at him as she danced, and sensed from his look that her day's duties
for the Doctor were far from done.
It was nearly midnight when they emerged exhausted and happy from the
pub, vowing to do it again the following week. Upon discovering that the
'Alco-clear' sensor in the van would not allow Mike or Jenny to drive they had
no choice but to walk back to the hotel. With Deena shuffling along in her
leg-irons, Jenny window shopping for new shoes and Mike not exactly walking in a
straight line, it was a slow but blissfully contented journey.
-oOo-
Once back in their hotel rooms, Deena couldn't wait to get out of the
sweaty rabbit costume. Jenny unzipped the back of it and peeled it from her
until she stood naked except for the smooth titanium Offender Tracking Collar.
The nurse inspected Deena's buttocks and the coloured marker pen scrawling that
covered them.
"What does it say?" Deena asked, trying to read her butt cheeks over her
shoulder.
"Oh, it's just some juvenile graffiti. I've got some cleanser to remove
it." Nurse Jenny dug around in her bag and drew out a plastic bottle. "Lay flat
out, belly down on the bed."
Soaking a clump of cotton wool with the cleansing solution she rubbed in
a gentle circular motion on Deena's buttocks. Its only effect was on Deena, who
was enjoying the nurse's ministrations more than was intended. The nurse was
puzzled as she saw that the cotton wool, although damp and compressed by the
rubbing, was still perfectly white.
"It's not completely off yet." Jenny said, "I'll continue in the
morning. It's time for bed now."
Deena got into bed and allowed the nurse put the handcuffs around
Deena's wrists and padlocked them to her collar. A short chain was fixed from
the collar to the headboard to ensure that Deena couldn't wander off, or be
kidnapped, during the night.
Nurse Jenny, wearing her dressing gown, kissed Deena goodnight.
"Lights....down!" she commanded. The room's voice-activated lighting system
dimmed to a faint glow. She had some unfinished business with Dr Britten, the
nurse explained to Deena, and may be with him for some time. Deena would readily
admit to being naive at times but she wasn't stupid! The nature of the nurse's
business was quite obvious from the way she checked herself in the mirror as she
left the room. A few moments later Deena heard the knock on the Doctor's door, a
brief exchange of quiet conversation from the corridor then the distinct sound
of the door closing.
Deena wriggled herself into a sitting up position.
"Television...on." she said quietly, barely suppressing an excited
giggle as the picture from a news station appeared.
"Television...channel...erotic." Deena said confidently. She'd read
about the adult channels in the hotel's welcome pack.
A menu appeared on the screen listing the available movies.
1. The Atonement
2. Jade Pavilion
3. On The Water
4. Rabbit Island
5. The Tent of the Bedouin
Having lived at home all of her 21 years Deena knew very little about
erotic movies. It was like a door had been flung open into a storeroom of
forbidden fruit. With simple voice commands she flicked impulsively between the
channels greedily tasting the sensual pleasures of each movie. Yet it was a kind
of torture for her as well; her pussy was moist and demanding that her fingers
should be touching and toying with it, but with her wrists cuffed to her collar
no amount of frustrated tugging and contortions could allow her to scratch that
exquisite itch.
-oOo-
"Supermarkers?"
"That's right Jenny," the Doctor confirmed. "Impossible to remove
without the correct cleaning compound, and that's definitely not something you'd
want to get on your skin!"
Jenny shook her head in disbelief. "So what can we do?"
"Nothing. As the skin renews itself the writing will fade away. Kids are
using these supermarkers for tattooing all the time now. Great for writing the
name of your boyfriend or girlfriend on your arm and then seeing which one is
still on your arm a month later!" Dr Mike laughed, but he hadn't seen the
markings on Deena's bum!
"Deena's sleeping now and I told her I won't be back for several hours,"
Jenny said, untying the belt of her dressing gown in a seductive manner.
"Good. My father always said that if you ever fall of a horse it was
best to get right back on it again." Mike held up the torn strips of sheet that
Jenny had been tied up with earlier.
"I don't want to be beaten again," said Jenny, having understood Mike's
intentions, but she was definitely not in the mood for one of Mike's more
intense sessions. She divested herself of the dressing gown and white panties
and laid out on the bed as the Doctor ordered. He wrapped the cotton strips
tightly around each of her wrists then secured them to their respective corners
of the headboard.
Jenny tugged on her bonds, enjoying the stretch in her arm muscles that
told her she could not escape or break free; she knew Dr Mike was fastidious
about such things. In any case, escape was the last thing she would have wanted
at that moment.
The phone rang, and Mike picked it up.
"Hi honey!...yes, everything's okay... we had a little incident that
I'll tell you all about when I get home... yes, the new girl is great... Jenny?
she's fine... hah! a bit tied up at the moment.... yeah, I'll ask her.... see
you tomorrow about 10... love you too!" Mike made a vulgar kissing noise into
the phone and hung up.
"My wife wants to know when you are going to spend a weekend with her
again," Mike said as he wrapped each of her ankles with another strip of torn
bedsheet.
"Your wife is a evil bitch. She didn't give me a moment's rest the whole
weekend. Do you have any idea what she did to me?"
"Of course I do. She showed me the pictures. You seemed to be enjoying
yourself," Mike said, teasing her, while tying each ankle to its respective
wrist so Jenny's peachy rump was upended, wide open and inviting.
"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, just that she can be quite nasty. If
she promises to go easier on my tits and doesn't keep me gagged the whole time
I'll agree to do another weekend when you're on your next golf trip."
"It's a deal!" said Mike, jumping on the bed, and kneeling so his knees
were almost wedged under Jenny's buttocks. His hands reached across her spread
open thighs and forcefully squeezed her prominent rounded breasts, kneading them
like bread dough, feeling her hardening nipples against his palms. She moaned
loudly in response to each forceful squeeze.
"Gag needed, I think." Mike said, reaching over to the beside cabinet.
He hastily stuffed her panties in her mouth and taped over it with several
strips of surgical tape. "Better?"
"mmmmppphh!" Nurse Jenny nodded.
Mike knew what was required for Jenny's satisfaction and went to work on
her hairless pussy with his tongue, using his hands to press down on the back of
her legs to stop her from bouncing around and away from the very attention her
body craved.
Occasionally he'd break from his oral attentions and his hands would be
back on her breasts, his fingers digging deeply and rhythmically into the soft
yielding flesh while he delighted in the glazed and transported expression in
her eyes.
Her 'vital signs' seeming in good order, he pulled his cock out from the
folds of the towelling dressing gown, positioned himself in a comfortable
kneeling position and pushed it firmly home into Jenny's moist and welcoming
slot. It was absolute sheer bloody relief to feel his cocked buried deep inside
a woman again. His hard member gave him a physical lever over Jenny's body,
rocking her back and forth in a deliberate and robust manner that made his
ejaculation an inevitability. Jenny was very much along for the ride and was
noisily palpitating beneath him as he came.
-oOo-
"Television...off", Mike said as he entered Deena's room, although not
before noticing one of his favourite scenes from Jade Pavilion showing on the
screen. Deena was sound asleep as he unlocked the chain that connected her to
the bed.
"Come on, Deena. You can sleep in the other room tonight," he said
softly.
"Okay," Deena mumbled compliantly. Her eyes were barely open as the
Doctor walked her naked body along the hotel corridor to his room.
Padlocking her chain to the single bed in his 'family' room, Mike
wondered if Deena would even remember switching rooms when she woke in the
morning. Jenny was already contentedly tucked up, and tied up, in bed; hands
bound behind her and ankles neatly tied also, 'to prevent her doing anything to
disturb Deena', Mike explained to her. Nobody stirred before the seven o'clock
alarm call.
-oOo-
It was during the morning lecture that Deena finally learnt what had
been written on her buttocks. She saw it on the large video screen at the same
time as the 200 students in the theatre. 'Drunken slut' was written on left
buttock, together with a rather good cartoon of a car driving into a tree. On
her right cheek it read 'Anal sex whore' with a cartoon of herself on all fours
being ass-fucked by Dr Britten, both of them smiling lustily.
The Doctor took the student's smirking and sneering comments with good
grace, replying with a few wisecracks of own. For Deena, naked and chained on
her hands and knees, the intubator rigid within her throat, her mouth taped up,
and the nurse administering yet another public enema to her, there was no
escape. There was only the mortifying realisation that she would be displaying
the same message to thousands of students in the North of England for the next
few weeks.
Deena had developed a love-hate relationship with the auto-inseminator
that was used in the first afternoon session. Laying comfortably back on the
bench, hands chained to the sides, blindfolded and gagged, she could almost
forget about the students watching her. The metallic device filling her vagina
and pulsing gently was a delicious feeling - she could easily imagine someone
making love to her, but each time she became excitable the machine cooled down
as if it was teasing her.
It seemed like the longest day for Deena, not just because of the added
attention caused by the humiliating artwork on her rear. All she wanted to do
was get home to her parents, meet up with her friends on Saturday night, and
most of all to be alone in her bed with her hands free to do what she
desperately yearned to do.
When the lecture was wrapped up Deena was about to get dressed in her
jeans and sweater and eagerly looking forward to being normal girl again.
"Don't get dressed yet Deena!" The nurse called out. She was carrying
something unrecognisable, a bundle of clear plastic straps. "I have to fit you
with the weekender belt. The nurse wrapped and fastened the thin waist strap
around her. Then she placed a thick shell-like device over Deena's labia which
poked its two-inch probe into her vagina. Further straps around her buttocks and
between her legs kept the device securely in place.
"Is it a chastity belt?" Deena asked.
"Oh, much better than that!" the nurse replied enthusiastically "it's an
arousal inhibitor. It's been calibrated to your own arousal thresholds. I
strongly advise against doing anything that could stimulate you sexually. You
should even avoid kissing."
"Why? What will happen?"
"You'll feel a very unpleasant sensation, rather like an electric shock.
It will only last a few seconds but you won't want to repeat it. If you tamper
with the device that will also trigger a shock. I suggest you keep your fingers
well away from it. The straps are all security tagged so don't try to remove
them, or we'll have to punish you next week."
The nurse then unwrapped a very large capsule pill from its foil
wrapper. "Swallow this," she said, handing Deena the pill and a small plastic
cup of water. Deena swallowed it in one large gulp.
"What was that?" Deena asked.
"Oh, that's just a no-alco pill. Standard procedure to those convicted
of alcohol related crimes. Whatever you do, don't drink anything alcoholic over
the weekend or you will feel very sick indeed."
Deena wriggled into her tight jeans and was immediately aware of the
slightly prominent bulge at the front. The arousal inhibitor made it look like
she had a penis. Deena's anticipation of her fun-filled weekend was fading fast.
It looked like she'd have to stay at home playing scrabble and drinking tea with
her parents.
-oOo-
It was a long but relaxed drive back down the M1 to Sussex. Nurse Jenny,
driving with the auto-pilot looked across at Deena and Mike, both sleeping
soundly, Deena snuggling in his arms. Her hands were, as usual, cuffed and
attached to the belly chain, and rested on her lap. Jenny reached behind the
seat for her multiphone, about to take a picture of the sleeping beauties when
Deena suddenly let out a loud yell, and had a pained look on her face.
Mike woke with a jolt, thinking there'd been a crash, looking around to
see that everyone was okay. Jenny couldn't stop laughing. "Deena honey...I did
warn you! Your hands were rubbing against your jeans and triggered the arousal
inhibitor."
"I hardly touched it!" Deena protested angrily. "How can I avoid it if
you keep me chained up like this?"
"You'll soon learn. Try not to think about certain things," Jenny
advised, "then you won't feel the need to touch yourself."
"I see. But I was only thinking of what you had done to me this week.
Is that a crime?"
"No it's not. But this device is to prevent you from having sexual
contact during this assignment. You are going to have to learn some
self-restraint I'm afraid. It will get easier. "
Deena was far from happy. How could she avoid getting another jolt while
she slept at night? It would be impossible!
Jenny laid a hand on Deena's shoulder to comfort her. "It's only for few
more weeks. It will get easier as you learn some self-control. Maybe we could
book you into the Institution of Human Insemination, the one we show in our
lecture. They're always looking for healthy young subjects. And the good news is
that you are allowed to have orgasms... in fact you'll find it hard not to!"
Deena perked up at this news, but was careful not to become excited lest
the device punishes her again.
"A lot of student nurses volunteer to be subjects there. They earn a
little extra money, and they have the opportunity to continue their studies."
"...and they enjoy it!" Mike chipped in.
Deena was ready to pose a question that she had wanted to ask for the
last few days. "Could I train to be a nurse?" She asked tentatively.
She was very pleased with Jenny's answer and bombarded her with
questions for the remaining part of the journey home. A whole new world of
opportunity and fulfilment had been opened up to her.
Mike was already removing Deena's chains as they drove into her neat
suburban street. Her parents came out of front door as soon as they heard the
van pull up outside.
"Bye, see you on Sunday." Deena said hurriedly to Mike and Jenny as she
leapt from the van, dashed through the garden gate and into the arms of her
loving parents.
It had been a good week, Mike and Jenny agreed, as they drove off to
their respective homes. They also agreed, despite that awful cliche, that they
really were missing Deena already.
THE END
(Jessica Verdi, 2003)
Note from Author:
I really wanted to bring this story to a conclusion even though there
was a lot of material that could have been developed. This seemed a good place
to stop.
The Institute of Human Insemination, whilst a great subject, was clearly
beyond the scope of this story. Sorry if that disappointed anyone.
I considered a scene where Deena and David were speaking intimately on
the phone and he developed an excruciatingly painful erection (because of being
struck with the electro-prod) at the same time as Deena's arousal inhibitor was
triggered. That could have been funny.
I thought that in the second week Mike and Jenny would take Deena to an
private BDSM meeting one evening, where her eyes would be truly opened and she
would learn a lot about her own sexuality. Then I could have introduced Dr
Mike's bi wife! Never mind, maybe another time.
Oh, and I kept wanting to say that despite the various procedures and
abuses she suffered (and the lie she told at the beginning of the story) Deena
was actually still a virgin, depending on how you measure such a thing. That
would have been sweet!
I wrote an alternative ending where Deena's mother and father had to tie
her spread-eagled on the bed every night to save her from the pain caused by
setting off the arousal inhibitor. They used her dad's old ties because there
was no rope or other bondage items in the house. Rather than discard it, that
ending is shown below.
And for those that prefer to know how it all turned out: Let's say that
Deena became a nurse, stayed the best of friends with Jenny and Mike, married
David, had his children, and everybody lived happily ever after. Thanks for
reading.
***
(Alternative ending)
As they sat down for a light supper, Deena told her parents all about
her interesting week, all except for the kidnapping and the resulting artwork on
her buttocks. With absolute conviction she also told them that she was going to
train as a nurse, and talked endlessly about Mike and Jenny.
Mrs Wilson had noticed with concern, the bulge in the front of her
jeans. "Deena, honey. What's that?" she asked softly.
Deena chose her words carefully. "That's just a little device to prevent
me from getting excited. Otherwise they would have to recalibrate all the
equipment again on Monday." The explanation seemed plausible enough to all of
them.
"Mum, Dad. I need you to do something for me. If I accidentally touch
this thing when I'm sleeping it could give a nasty shock. It happened before and
it wasn't very nice. I want you to restrain my hands in some way."
Her parents were perplexed. "You mean tie you up?"
"Sure. It's okay, I'm quite used to it now." Deena reassured them.
"But we don't have any rope except for a thick tow rope in the garage,
and that's all greasy and horrible."
There was a brief thoughtful pause.
"What about your old ties that I planned to take to the charity shop?"
Mrs Wilson suggested to her husband. "Would they work, Deena?"
"I'm sure they would. If I get ready for bed, can you come to my bedroom
in, say, ten minutes?"
Having brushed her hair, cleaned her teeth and changed into her
nightgown, Deena was sitting up on her bed when her parents came in. Mrs. Wilson
emptied the contents of a plastic bag onto the bed, creating a multi-coloured
spaghetti of ties. "What colour would you like?"
"Ummm, red ones," Deena replied after briefly studying the pile. Mr
Wilson tutted, wondering what difference their colours made.
Deena laid out on the bed, her four limbs reaching for the corners of
the bed. "This is probably the best position, as I won't be able to roll over or
rub my legs together. Her parents, neither with any experience of restraints and
bondage, agreed it was the logical way to do it. They fastened various red ties
onto Deena's wrists and ankles then started securing them to the bedposts.
"How does that feel?" Mr Wilson asked. Deena tossed and turned on the
bed and found the bonds were loose enough for her to roll onto her belly.
"Too loose I think. And my hands can reach the knots to untie myself."
"But what if you want to untie yourself?" Mrs. Wilson asked with
concern.
"It's better that I can't. Otherwise I might have to wake you in the
night to re-tie me."
They untied the knots at each post and pulled each tie much tighter.
Deena tested again, trying without success to roll over, then, despite her best
efforts, she couldn't stretch enough to get her fingertips within a couple of
inches from the knots at the bedposts. All three of them seemed pleased with the
end result. Mrs Wilson pulled the duvet over Deena and arranged it so only her
daughter's head and hands poked from the top. Both parents kissed their daughter
goodnight, turned off the light and quietly closed the door.
"Maybe if you were tied to the bed like Deena you wouldn't hog the duvet
cover!" Mr Wilson joked to his wife as they walked away from Deena's room.
"But how could I snuggle up to you," she replied, gently flirting with
him. "I suppose if you promised to cuddle me I wouldn't mind so much."
After tying his own lovely daughter to her bed Mr. Wilson had more on
his mind than merely cuddling his wife. He looked into the bag containing his
ties. "Would blue ties okay for you, dear?"
"Blue ties will be fine," Mrs Wilson replied cooly as she disappeared
into their bedroom. Nothing else needed to be said! Mr. Wilson dashed downstairs
to turn off the lights and lock up. He found his wife spread naked across their
bed when he returned.
Thanks to his recent tying up experience Mr Wilson soon had his adored
wife right where he wanted her, and it had only taken him 25 years!
Deena felt a peculiar feeling of contentment as she lay stretched out in
her own comfortable bed, listening to her parents' unusually noisy love-making
from the next room and thinking about all that had happened to her that week.
"Things always work out for the best." her mother often said to her. It
was true, she thought, they really do.
THE END
