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Karen's Seed  (Part 1 of 4) Chapter 1  by unknown author

    My story begins on a dreary Saturday morning in the Spring of the year.  My wife has gone out to go to the hairdresser, leaving me with a few hours to myself.  Karen and I have been married 15 years in June, and very happily married at that.  Like all couples, our life had started out with very little money, so sex was one of our primary recreations.  We had became quite creative, dabbling in a variety of diversions and perversions from one end of the sexual spectrum to the other.
    As our fortunes increased and our incomes rose, other interests and opportunities caused us to have less emphasis on sex, and more on the more mundane things such as work.  We are both rather successful in our areas and make more than enough between the two of us to support us in a comfortable lifestyle.  We had chosen early in our marriage to live child free, so we did not have the obligation of family rearing to deal with.
    Since my wife has became quite involved in her work, which can be rather stressful, she has not felt the urgency of regular sexual release.  She has taken to  going sometimes several weeks between desiring sexual pleasure.  I, on the other hand, have a strong sexual desire, and I have taken to providing my own sexual relief.  I am sure that she is aware that I do this, but it is something that we have never discussed.  I have no desire to go out into the world and look for another partner, that sounds way two complicated.  Mother Palm and her daughters will do quite nicely for me, thank you.
    There have been some times where I have relieved myself, and then my wife hunts me up later that day with desires of her own.  I must admit, getting a little older and rounder around the belly, it takes a while to get the motor running after frigging myself earlier in the day.  My wife is kind, but you can tell that she is a little disappointed.
    Karen had told me that today she was going to get her haircut, colored and have her nails done, so that would take her at least 3 hours.  I nodded as if disinterested, but inside I was musing as to what I could do with 3 hours of uninterrupted time.
   As soon as she had left the driveway, I had my library of Variations magazines pulled out and laid on the bed, pulled an old blue towel out of the dirty clothes, and got the jar of lubricant from the hall closet.  With no need to hurry, I lubed up my rapidly firming soldier and began reading while I stroked him slowly.   I had been doing a rather slow work up, and had read a couple of stories and I started to sense a familiar tingle in my lower region.  My breath started to quicken as I began to massage with a little more urgency.
    "Time for a little solo action, huh?" my wife's voice came from the open door.
    "Ah, ahem, (cough), Aaaa....  Hi, what are you doing home???" I managed to croak as my heart was still stuck in my throat.
    "My hairdresser was running a little late, so I told her I would come back at 1:00 o'clock.  I thought we might have a little lunch,"  she said, eyeing my rapidly shrinking cock.  "I should have known you would be busy!"
    "Not at all,"  I said, toweling off the mess of lubricant between my legs.
   "Why don't you get cleaned up while I make us a sandwich?" she said as she left the doorway headed for the kitchen.
    I was in a total panic as I went into the bathroom to clean up. What did she think?  What will she do?  Is she mad?  Her actions in the doorway didn't supply any clues, and I felt like a little kid getting caught passing a note to the cute girl at school.  What is going to happen next?
    My heart was racing as I headed out to the dining room, where Karen had set out some sandwiches, chips, and some cookies.  I could smell fresh coffee brewing, and there was a small glass of water in front of my plate at the table.  That was somewhat odd, I thought.  She appeared at the door with a single cup of coffee.  After some small talk, she gave me a quizzical gaze.
    "I was kind of hoping that I would be able to use you myself later.  It looks like it was a good thing I came home when I did."
    "I'm really sorry,"  I stammered, trying not to sound stupid, but knowing that I was failing miserably.
   "I really don't think so,"  she said with a stern look.  " I see that we are going to have to make some changes before that surge of testosterone running through your veins really gets you in trouble."
    I could sense that she was being deliberately vague, and pressing her for details wouldn't probably be a very smart thing to do right now, so I returned to my lunch.   "Is there any more coffee?"  I asked.
    "Yes," came her reply, "but I don't think it would be wise for you to drink too much."  A broad grin passed across her face as she knew she had me thoroughly confused.
     After we finished up the meal,  and I helped her with the dishes I went into the TV room and clicked on the tube.
    "David, " Karen's voice came the back of the house. "Would you come here a minute and help me get something out of the closet?"   I walked back to the bedroom and she had the closet door open and was moving around some boxes.    "I need you to get that box there,"  she said pointing to a box marked 'Wedding Dress'." 
    "Someone getting married?" I asked.
    "No, silly," came her reply, "I'm looking for something for you."   There she was being vague again.  She is a professional writer, and a very good one. She is very creative, quite devious,  and can be really something to keep up with.  I pulled the box off of the high shelf and placed it on the floor.  She opened it up and started looking through the contents.  She had everything that she had worn on her wedding day in that box.  Her wedding dress, of course, plus her stockings, shoes, and undergarments.
    "Do you have to pee?" she asked, pressing her finger into my bladder.
    "Not really."  I replied.
    "You better try while you still can,"  she said, staring back into the box.   My mind was swimming as I walked into the bathroom and coaxed out a small stream.  As I pulled up my pants, I looked around and saw her standing in the door holding what appeared to be a panty girdle.  It was one of the lace-up kinds with heavy boning.
    "Take those off," she said, indicating my pants. "I have something that I would like to have you try on."
    "Whaaaat??"  I managed to get out the question as I removed my pants.
    "Here, try this on for size," she said, handing me the girdle, "and you will have to hurry because I am due back at the hair dresser in fifteen minutes."
    "This is kind of kinky,"  I said as I pulled the girdle up on my masculine frame.  Of course it was very tight and it took a lot of tugging to get it into place.
    "Here, let me help you with the lacing,"  Karen kindly offered as she pulled the garment tightly across my middle.  I could see her in the mirror as she laced the thing up the back, and when she got to the second eyelet from the top she tied a bow in the lacing, and then knotted the loops.  My heart jumped as she pulled a small padlock from her pocket and run the shackle through the top two eyelets, and  then run the loop of the lacing on the shackle before closing the lock.  The click of the lock sounded like a car door slamming in my head.   "Comfortable?" she inquired.
    "What is this?" my voice cracked when I asked the question.   "Just a little something to make sure you don't go back to hammering your meat while I am at the beauty parlor,"  she replied, with a stern look.
    "But you can't leave me like this!!!" I shot back, my voice full of panic.
    "I'm sure you will be OK for the next couple of hours,  now I need to run,"  she said over her shoulder as she headed out the door.   I was just standing there, my head reeling with the situation that I found myself in when her head popped back through the door.   "Could you be a dear and put that box back into the closet ,and for heavens sake put on your pants,"  she said in a rapid fire voice.
    "But-But...," I dribbled as I reached down to pick up my pants.
   "Now you be REAL good while I'm gone," she said with a voice dripping with sarcasm, and then I heard the door slam.
    "Damn."  I muttered as I hefted the box back into the closet.  

Chapter 2    

     It didn't take me too long to determine that her simple security procedure was quite effective indeed.  After a few moments of surveying the situation, I reached back and checked the lock.  Of course it held firm.  I recognized the lock as the one that she used on her airline carry-on bag, and I went over and over in my mind where she kept the keys.  I knew that she had one on her key-ring, but there was another one somewhere.
    "Damn,"  I muttered as I remembered where the other one was.  I told her that she should put it someplace safe, and she had put it in her desk at work.  I tried to push the girdle down over my hips, but it was far too tight for that.  The leg bands gripped my thighs like a vice, and slowly reality hit me that short of cutting the thing off, it was there until she unlocked it.  As I went through a series of emotions, a rising wave of excitement grew from beneath the girdle.  I looked down at the pulsing bulge and was amused with the fact that at least one part of me found this whole situation exciting.
    I went into the TV room and turned on the tube, but I couldn't concentrate on what was happening on the small screen.  In order to take my mind off of what was happening between my legs, I decided to try to curry a little favor with my very evil wife.  I did a couple of loads of washing, vacuumed the house, watered the plants, by the time she walked through the door I was using cleanser on the kitchen sink.   I looked over at her and she looked radiant.
    "I like your hair,"  I said.
    "The hairdresser tried a little different style," she said, then she reached down and patted the bulge in my pants and said, "And how are you doing?" 
   "Safe and secure," I smiled.  I figured that I may try to play this thing out.
   "I think we will just leave you like that.  Of course you will have to let me know when you need to go to the bathroom."  A smile crossed her face.
   "I'm OK for right now," I said. "I am certainly glad that I did not drink too much for lunch or we might have had a wreck."
    "Yeah, I know.  We need to figure out what to do about that, " she shot back with mock concern.  "Thanks for cleaning the place up.  It is certainly amazing what you can accomplish when you're not distracted," she said with a wink.
    "Ouch,"  was the only reply that I could come up with.   She was obviously enjoying this little game, and I was becoming much more excited by the minute.  It occurred to me that because we have so many distractions in our lives, that our sex life has been somewhat on auto-pilot.  This little change brought our sex life front and center.  We were still tap-dancing around trying to get  a hold of our feelings, but having her in control certainly added an interesting dynamic.
    "I need to do a little writing, and then we need to talk," Karen said with a serious tone.
    "OK, I'll spend a little time reading," I said with a smirk,   "There's not much left to do anyway.--Oh SHIT!!" 
    "What is it!" she said in alarm.
    "I forgot the washing!" I said.
    "You did WASHING too, my-my you have been busy," she said with a smile as I walked downstairs to put the clothes into the drier. 

Chapter 3   

    I could hear the sound of Karen typing on the computer as I came back upstairs.  I was starting to get a sensation in my bladder that I was going to have to go to the bathroom in a little bit, but in a strange way I did not want Karen to take off my restraint because I was afraid that might be the end of it.  I decided to wait as long as I could before asking her to unlock me.  In a strange way, I was becoming extremely excited with the whole thing and I was going over in my mind how we might be able to make this a permanent part of our relationship.  How would I ask?  What could I say?  How could I ever explain my excitement to her?  She would just think I was weird and drop the subject.  I sat down in my chair and picked up a book to read, but my mind was far away. My bladder became more insistent, and I walked into Karen's office just as she was printing out the document that she had been working on.
    "I'm wondering if you could unlock me for just a bit so that I can take a leak?" I said, trying to leave the door open for her to lock me up again afterwards.
    "Give me just a second while I finish this up and then we will have a talk.  With your bladder in the shape it is in, I can be sure that I will have your full attention,"  she said with a smile.  It occurred to me that she was actually liking this whole thing, and I was wondering where it might lead to from here.   "Let's go out to the kitchen table," she said. "I would like to have you look this over."  She grabbed the paper, and a pen from the desk drawer and lead me into the kitchen.          
     "Would you like something to drink?" she asked sweetly.
    "Not right now," I said with a certain edge in my voice.  My teeth were floating as it was.
    "I would like to have you read this over, and if you agree with it please sign it,"  she said, handing me the neatly printed document.  "If there is something that we need to add, let me know. It will only take a few minutes to make changes."   A few minutes!  My bladder could bust any 
second.  I grabbed the document and my heart leapt into my throat for the second time today as I read the contents of the agreement. 
                    Property Rights Agreement    
     This agreement has been entered into between David   and Karen under full knowledge of both parties, and subscribed and signed by each party.    David agrees to deed all of his seed (sperm) to Karen such that all quantities of seed are her exclusive property and are to be used only as she directs.  Karen agrees that she will provide whatever seed harvesting is required, or to   direct such seed harvesting,  in order to maintain the  production facility to it's highest level of efficiency.    Karen has established a very high value for this seed,  and due to the intrinsic value of this product, she has determined the need to provide a high level of security for this product.  In order to provide the required level of  security, Karen and David agree to the following security   provisions:    Due to the potential conflict with job related activities,   David will be responsible for security provisions of the seed  on all working days, and while on job-related travel. This will   generally mean that David will refrain from any seed harvest   from 7:30 AM until 6:00 P.M. on work days.  During periods of job-related travel when Karen is not present to provide security, David shall refrain from harvest on a continuous  basis unless directed to make a harvest by Karen.    During all other times, including times between 6:00   P.M. and 7:30 AM the following morning on work days, 24  hours a day on weekends, holidays, vacations and other  days during which David is not required to be at work, Karen   will provide all of the security. Security in this sense will   mean a constant physical barrier or other method of   preventing unauthorized harvesting of seed by David or any  other party.    Due to the fact that Karen is the sole owner of the  property, harvesting of seed may be performed by her, or under her direction, at any time.    

     The bottom of the document had a place for two signatures, both his and Karen's, along with the date.
    "What do you think?" Karen asked.
    "I...Ah, Well... I'm stunned,"  I stammered, my responses clouded by my heart-pounding response to the agreement, and the increasing discomfort in my bladder.
    "Are there any changes that we need to make?" she asked ,seemingly enjoying my discomfort.      
    "It will work for me just as is.  There are a couple of details that we will need to work out,"  I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
    "Here's a pen, you can sign it and put the date there on the bottom," she said, the serious tone returning to her voice. I took the pen and signed the document, and dated it where she indicated.  She took back the paper, affixed her name to the bottom and looked up at me.   "Are you going to need a copy, I could run up to the Copy Place...."   
     "That won't be necessary,"  I said quickly, cutting her off.
     "I suppose you would like to borrow my key?" she grinned.
     "Yes, I'm about to bust."  I responded truthfully.
     "Here, turn around," she said, bringing the key out from a chain hanging around her neck.  She pulled up my shirt, removed the lock and untied the bow knot from the top of the girdle.   "Come back when you are finished and I will help you get laced up again,"  she said while giving me a little pat on the rump, "I need to protect my property!!"

Karen's Seed  (Part 2 of 4) Chapter 4   

     By the time I got the girdle off, I was about ready to wet myself.  As my bladder drained, I thought about what I had just agreed too.  Had I really just deeded all of my sperm over to Karen?  I wonder how long that agreement was to last?  I needed to piss so bad, there were some questions I had failed to ask while I was reviewing the contract.  A feeling of exhilaration came over me knowing that the agreement was binding on both sides.  Did Karen really say that she was going maintain me like some kind of sperm factory?  Why was I so excited about this new development? Next came macho.  Would a real man allow this to happen to him? I thought about welching on our agreement. What was she going to do, take me to court?  A blizzard of thoughts continued to bubble up, but all the while I thought about how exhilarating it was to know that I wouldn't be able to get any sexual satisfaction until my wife came home with the key.  I thought about being locked up the rest of the weekend, and not knowing if she was going to choose to let me come or not.  I looked down and saw my soldier standing at attention.
    "What's going on in there?" Karen's voice boomed in from the other room.
    "Just getting everything tucked back in,"  I said, making the decision that my body told me was the right one.   I pulled the girdle back up over my swollen shaft, and it disappeared under the heavy  fabric.  I laced the thing back up as best I could, and went back out to Karen.
     "This is OK for right now," Karen said, tightening up the laces and then securing the whole apparatus again with the lock, "but it is impractical for long term use." 
     The words 'Long term use' rattled in my mind as my organ tried in vain to swell under the constricting garment.
     "I think that we need to go shopping!" she announced.  

Chapter 5   

      Our shopping trip ended up at one of the local Harness and Leather stores.  I always liked these places, as I loved the aroma of the stacks of raw leather.  There were all of the bright work pieces, conchos, beads, and other things needed for leather working.  I had assumed that our being there was not for the purpose of making a purse, and Karen gave me a knowing smile.         
     "Do you know what you will need to produce a suitable security device?" she said in a low voice.   
     "I haven't done any leather work since I was in Boy Scouts," I reported, " but I think we can pick up a few items that may be of use."   I glanced around and picked up some buckles, rivets and rivet sets, eyelets and an eyelet tool, a leather knife, and some belt leather in a couple of different widths.  I also got some linen thread and needles, and awl, and a couple of splits of leather that I thought would be large enough to provide ample coverage.  A variety of metal rings and a leather punch rounded out our order.  
     "I will be inspecting your work very carefully when you are done," Karen whispered.  "You have no idea how valuable the thing is that we are trying to protect and I expect a formidable level of security."
     "It may take a couple of attempts, but I think we will be able to put something together,"  I said, working out a design in my head.   I was working out all of the details of a chastity belt that would consist of a belt with a front shield and smaller straps running from between my legs and back up to the belt  along my ass.  The shield would have a place to hold my cock pointing in a downward position, thus not allowing it to get hard.  I thought that would provide a suitable level of frustration for any attempt to masturbate.   
     When we got home, I went right to work building our device while Karen worked up some supper.  After an amount of cutting, fitting, riveting, and sewing, I had fabricated a crude device that I thought would do the trick.     I went to show the fruits of my efforts to Karen and she inspected it carefully.  She eyed the details with intensity, testing the rivets for strength, checking over the sewing, and asking questions about the security arrangements of the device.  The locking mechanism was simple but effective and involved placing her small padlock through the hole just on  the other side of the buckle.  I had carefully eyeleted all of the holes which would allow a padlock to be attached very securely. 
    "Time for a fashion show." Karen announced when she was satisfied with the device.   Karen helped me out of the panty girdle and watched me very carefully as I fitted on our latest creation.   After some last minute adjustments, I again heard the lock click shut.  My cock was firmly restrained and directed back toward my asshole, and the waist strap was snug around my waist.  The whole thing seemed like it would be quite effective in doing what needed to be done.       
     (YAWN)  "I think it is about time for bed."  Karen said as she headed for the bathroom.     When she appeared a few minutes later, she was wearing a very short nightie which revealed more than it covered.  She slipped under the bedclothes and looked at me like a tiger would look at her prey. She still wore the key to my chastity belt around her neck, and she toyed with the key as she looked at me with an evil glint in her eye.
     "You know, you really turned me on this morning when I came home and caught you playing with yourself.  Do you do that often?"
     "I used to," I said, jiggling the lock hanging from my belt, "but not any more."
     "How would you like to come over here and do a little 'Under Cover' work." she cooed. "If you do a real good job for me, I may unlock you tomorrow and do a little harvesting."        
     "Tomorrow??" I whined.
     "Yes, tomorrow.  I don't know when the last time you did yourself, and I need to make sure that the seed is fully ripe," came the matter-of-fact answer.  
     The full weight of my situation hit me.  I was disappointed by the fact that she was going to make me wait until tomorrow, but I was excited at the same time.  I dimmed the lights, and dove under the covers and started kissing some of the soft skin that I found there.  I started kissing her feet, then slowly, teasingly started up her legs.  I would kiss, lick, and nibble her softness, as my trapped member tried to harden inside of the new device.  I had done a very good job, because every attempt for him to stiffen was frustrated by the leather sheath that he was wrapped in.
     I had decided that I was going to make her suffer for this.  If I couldn't come, I was going to take my own sweet time with her.   About this time, my kissing assault had made it up to her thighs.  I surfaced from under the covers and began to kiss her neck and hair.  Karen was becoming excited and her breath was coming in short gasps.  I dropped the straps of her nightie off of her shoulder and exposed her beautiful breasts.  I took my time laving my tongue over the soft mounds, and started to nibble on the hard little jewels on the top of those beautiful mountains.  I took turns licking, sucking and tickling her breasts, and slowly my hand started to edge lower on her body.   My mouth started to move higher and spent some time kissing her on the neck.  The chain holding the key to my device provided something for me to examine, and I followed it around looking for the illusive  little key.  I found the key lying on the bed, and kissed and nuzzled it.
    "Never mind that," her soft voice said, "I have some lips up here that are in some serious need of kissing."   And kiss them I did.  I nibbled around her lips, and sank my tongue into her beautiful mouth.  In the meanwhile, my hand had reached headquarters and was starting to do some exploring of the folds of her very wet sex.  I continued to tease her with my kisses and caresses, as she continued to become more and more aroused by my ministrations. 
    "I know what you are doing."  she said, breathlessly. 
    "What do you mean?" I replied coyly.
    "You are just teasing me, but if you don't get to work pretty soon, I may just stick this key in the mail and we won't see it again till the end of the week."   
     Her words caused a panic in the middle of my body.  Man, did she ever know how to make a threat!  I used my hands to lower her panties, and started to traverse her body with my mouth, this time in a downward direction.  As I reached the center of her body,     I adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure.  Still worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques and soon had her writhing with pleasure.  A very intense orgasm washed over like a wave crashing in on the beach.   After she had settled down a little bit, I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and she looked at me and smiled brightly.
     "You are just incredible!" she whispered, and then rolled over and went to sleep, clutching the key to my pleasure in the palm of her hand.
     "Shit," I said under my breath, "what a day!"

Chapter 6 

   Sleep came slowly as I reviewed the events of the day.  The tightness around my waist was a continuous reminder of my predicament, and caused an almost constant attempt at arousal.  The tireless watchman of my stem continued it's grip and prevented the happening of an erection.  A curious pumping sensation resulted in the constant tug-of-war between my cock and the new device.   I did not find the arrangement painful, in fact the area soon become somewhat numb and sleep followed shortly thereafter.
    Dreams of Karen dressed in Black Leather, holding a riding crop and staring down at her bound captive filled me.  I woke up to the a much more intense throbbing beneath the front shield of the belt.  A quick trip to the bathroom soothed the problem.  I had carefully designed the device to not interfere with normal body functions.  Other than the fact that I had to sit and to pee like a woman, everything seemed to be working fine.   I returned to bed and slipped my body between the sheets.
     "Everything OK?"  Karen inquired. 
     "Oh, Yea, everything is fine.  I'm just getting a little tense is all,"  I said with a sigh.
     "That's good!  It should make for a fine harvest!" she chuckled and went back to sleep.
     I awoke early, got dressed and went out to start a nice Sunday breakfast.  I was feeling quite loving and wanted to make Karen something special.  I freshly ground some French Vanilla beans and shortly the fragrance of fresh coffee filled the kitchen.  I prowled around in the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs,  and found some other fresh ingredients.
      "Omelets- that sounds good," I said to myself as I continued to rattle around in the kitchen.  As I poured out some OJ, I spied some champagne in the back of the refrigerator.  "Mimosas, that would slide down real nice," I thought as I added a little of the bubbly to each of the glasses of orange juice.  About that time   Karen appeared at the doorway.
    "Hi there, glad you could make it," I said, firing the salvo shot of the day.
    "You were making enough noise to wake the dead," she glared at the growing mess in the kitchen. "What ARE you doing?"
     "I thought I would make a nice breakfast,"  was my retort, "I think I have enough for two."
     "I thought maybe that you were cooking for the whole neighborhood,"  she spoke as her eyes surveyed the preparations,    "Need any help?"
     "I think everything is about ready," I gleefully observed.  "Let's eat in the Dining room."   We carried the feast into the Dining room, and engaged in small talk as we looked over the Sunday paper.   "What do you have to do today?" I asked Karen as she finished up her breakfast.
     "I need to go in to work for a couple of hours," came her reply.
     "Oh..." my voice trailed off.
     "I suppose it will be safe for me to leave you home alone, "she queried.
     "Yes indeed, quite safe," I truthfully replied.
    "I think that I should check the effected areas for any chafing," she said, giving me an evil look, "But first let me help you clean up from breakfast"   After a short while we had the dishes cleaned up and started the dishwasher running.
     "Come with me, big fellow," her eyes sparkled as she spoke.  "I need to check for any damage."   She escorted me into the bedroom after grabbing a couple of items out of the medicine cabinet.  She produced her key, inserted it into the lock and freed my suffering member.  After taking off the belt, she inspected the area carefully, causing a huge erection to spring from my midsection.   "I think I  see a little redness here." she reported, "We will need a little first aid."  She opened a bottle of baby lotion and started rubbing it on my throbbing unit.
    "If you don't stop that, we are going to have an accident." I croaked.
    "We had better not have an accident," her voice came full of venom, "You are not ready to harvest yet!"   She shifted her attention to my hairy little sack of jewels.   "There is a little chafing here also," she announced, rubbing the effected area with the heavy fluid.  "You know, it would be a lot easier for me to inspect the facility if you kept better care of it," her words were velvety smooth.  "The next time you shower, we need to take care of some of this vegetation."
    "What do you mean!!" my voice betrayed my excitement.
    "Shave,"  she said simply.  "OK, all done, suit up."
    "There is no way,"  I whined, "I'm hard as a rock.  I will never get that monster into my device."
    "I see what you mean, but I need to get dressed and I don't have time to wait for you to shrink,"  she said, pulling on her chin.     She grabbed some stockings from her drawer.   "Hands above your head,"  she ordered, expertly tying my hands to the headboard.  "Now think small while I go get dressed."
    "Yea- right." I muttered as I struggled in vain against the clever restraint.  "Damn, you're amazing!"   It seemed like an eternity when she returned fully dressed, makeup on and hair brushed.  I had managed to get the big guy to shrink, and he lay limp against my leg.
    "Good, I won't have to use these,"  she said, displaying a pan of water with ice cubes floating on the top, and a rag.
    "Thank goodness." I sighed with relief. She quickly inserted the now flexible lump of flesh back into it's holster, and tightened the belt around my waist.  The lock clicked shut and I shot an inquisitive look at her.
   "I suppose you want me to untie you?" she said in mock disbelief.
   "If you wouldn't mind,"  I said sweetly.
   "Only if you say please,"  she taunted.
   "If you please untie me, I will give you a big kiss," I said, trying to enrich the deal.
   "Certainly, that's the best offer I have had all day,"  she cooed as she worked the knots out of the soft material.   True to my word,  I gave her a big kiss, and started to explore her supple body when she twisted out of my grasp.
    "Whoa, pardner," she said as she slipped away.  "I don't have time to get into a clutch with you right now, maybe later."
   "Maybe I won't be able to wait until later," I threatened.
   "Oh, I don't see where you have too much choice,"  she parried, "See you in a little bit."   As the door slammed behind her, my hand shot to my waist and shook the lock.   "Damn, damn, DAMN."





























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