Lorelei's Diary

On Saturday, June 25th Severin and Minx came over to work on Rocky Horror -- Severin wants to be an Eddie (I think I'm the one who suggested it in fact). They danced about and worked very hard on "Hot Patootie" for the afternoon and then we took a break to watch Shock Treatment. I'd promised Severin about three months ago that I’d tie him up to watch Shock Treatment. Since I was concerned about having him tied for an hour and a half, I opted instead for chains and the leather cuff set. He liked them, but he complained that his bondage wasn’t stringent. I only have six locks, and four had to go on his limbs, which meant little room for creativity. I said so but he complained anyway. It bugged me a bit because I suppose I pride myself on doing a good job... If I didn't have the equipment then I didn't want him picking on me.

I thought "what the heck" and tied myself with the nylon ropes: On my legs I did the pretty cross-tie pattern that opens the Madame Zola video. After I finished some chest ropes and arm ropes, I gagged myself, put my hands behind my back, and had Severin tie and cinch my wrists with two kerchiefs. Then we all watched the movie.

A few times Severin tried to tickle my feet (which made me think about Eric) but I could scuttle across the floor much faster than he could, so I always got away.

After Shock Treatment we rehearsed some more and they left for evening activities.

That night at Rocky Horror I again had the small Rocky with the glasses. I haven’t worked with him many times but he’s a pleasant guy. I was in quite a bondage mood, and when Janet's scene was coming up, I tied a long cotton rope around my midriff and marched out to do my scene. "Oh, Brad, my darling, how could I have done this to you?" I enjoyed the classic melodrama -- it was accentuated by my outfit; I'd worn my girdlette and nylons instead of the Janet slip. "Oh, if only we hadn't made this journey," I cried. "If only the car hadn't broken down!," I lamented. "If only we were amongst friends--" I turned to the audience "-- or boy scouts!

"What have they done to him?" I checked the castle screen and took off the rope. When Janet approached Rocky, I walked over to the cot swinging my rope casually. "Oh, but you're hurt," Janet crooned. "Did they do this to you?" When Janet ripped a piece off her slip to dress the wound on Rocky's hand, I pulled a white kerchief from my crotch (it was hidden under the girdlette), and wrapped his hand with it.

For the song, I petted him with the kerchief, as Janet does. Then I tied his wrists together as I sang. For the first chorus of "Touch-a touch me!" he sat there limply with his hands tied in his lap as I pawed over him. Then for the second verse, I used the rope to anchor his hands between the legs, then I tied the rope in back around his waist. For the second chorus, when Rocky touches her breasts, I pulled his hands up as far as they could reach and presented my chest for him. He managed to touch me (I don't think he went for that realism last time we did the scene) and he did an A-1 job of mauling my tits. Then of course Janet mounts Rocky, so I helped him lie down and I got on top of him. His hands were tied in the way and we laughed about that.

For the final chorus Rocky turns and gets on top of Janet, and we had trouble with it; he couldn't turn himself. We wiggled around on the cot, laughing, and he managed to get on me, but he couldn't keep his balance... so I told him to set his hands on my chest above my breasts. This got us into hysterics as we pretended he was choking me. Our grand finale wound up with him faking throttling me and we were overcome with laughter. It was great fun.

For the dinner scene I wore red duct-tape as a gag through the dialogue and Eddie’s song. Some cast members asked me repeatedly why I was wearing it and others just laughed with me. The most fun was mmph-ing my lines in the song. I ripped the gag off at the end of the song, since Janet then runs and screams as Frank chases her -- I felt I ought to do the screaming.

The next day the artist showed up; we met at Meijer's in the cafeteria and he showed me drawings he'd done as a teenager -- wonderful, fantastic drawings, with vision and creativity -- wow! He had sketches of groups of people tied up, all set in a row. I can't express how marvelous these drawings were to me. I couldn't really express it to hìm either. There were so few times I’d dared to draw my thoughts on paper -- It was remarkable that he’d done these drawings and that they'd survived time... god!

We sat in the grass and he looked through my clippings album. I felt awfully odd to have him looking at the regular photos of nude women and explicit genitalia photos. I was more comfortable when he got to the bondage section.

We went to Ponderosa and he treated me (the damn money machine at the corner store had been broken that morning). We talked and at 7:10 I called Jace to tell him I was all right. I'd forgotten my bondage photo book so Jace offered to bring it to me. After dinner we waited out front of Ponderosa and Jace rode up and gave us the book.

So we looked throuqh that too; I think he liked my photos. He expressed again how much he liked seeing Carla in a bathing suit. (He adores one-piece bathing suits for bondage visuals...) We decided to watch the Sally Roberts video he'd brought. I blindfolded him and drove him to my apartment. I led him blind up the stairs and into the apartment. Jace left the living room to us.

It was a pretty interesting video; I felt envious again to be seeing another woman have so much fun. I also felt kind of funny watching it with a semi-stranger. This bondage interest entails sharing very private, personal interests with people I'm not exactly intimate with... it's difficult sometimes.

After the movie it was time for him to leave. I sensed that he was unreceptive to me when I asked if he could visit one more time. I think he was bothered that I didn’t tie him up (he'd requested it) but there was something else. Perhaps he just plain didn’t like me.

Anyway we arranged to meet Wednesday night, but Wednesday morning he called and said he couldn't make it. He said he would call back next week to reschedule. (I have a feeling that he’ll call and be "too busy" to come back. It's too bad because I found that I felt trusting of him and had figured on tying him, and letting him tie me. I even found out that I own six one-piece bathing suits!)

On Thursday the 30th Chaz finally got to visit me again. He's back from the Florida trip he took with his kids. He was dying to see me, but he didn't arrive until 11 pm.

I showed him how my crossdressing pen pal had explained how to self-tie. I made a slip-knot and hogtied myself on the floor. Then I squiggled up on to the bed. Chaz was very amused. He kissed and cuddled me for a while and then added more ropes. He pulled the hogtie forward so my knees were almost to my chest, and he wrapped rope around my legs and back to hold me like that. He did some oral sex but I didn't feel receptive for that. So we went to penetration. I really liked the position I was in; it was very limited. We had good sex.

That night I dreamt I was at a house where there was to be a huge party. I was in charge of bringing the snakes. I brought three long thin snakes and I sat in the living room, watching TV and trying to hang on to the snakes. Finally I let them slither around on the f loor. There was an open water duct in the floor, right through the room, and one snake got in the water and got away. I was rather irritated and wondered "how the heck do they expect me to keep ahold of these things anyway."

People began arriving for the party and some sat down to watch TV. I could hear people talking and partying in the other rooms. I went into the hallway and there was Mr. Harmon (it didn't look like him but I knew it was him) holding the snake that had gotten away in the water. It had grown until it was huge like a python. Mr. Harmon held it up to me, as if expressing his dislike that I allowed the snake to escape and grow so large. He put the snake on me and it encircled me... heavy, tightening. Weird.

Last night Chaz visited again. We watched my Lee tape, because I wanted him to see what I liked about Judith Wilson, and it gave him an idea what kind of bondage video I want for myself. We went to the bedroom and Chaz asked if I wanted to be tied. I didn't feel like I wanted him to make the effort, so I said "no, I just want to be gagged for it." I put my half-kerchief white cotton gag in and taped my mouth with two long strips of gray duct tape. Then we had sex with me on top. After a while I took out my vibrator and he stimulated my nipples until I came.

I fantasized on my way to orgasm; a fantasy I use a lot lately for reaching climax. Weeks ago it was one of my storylines, but now the end of the story simply serves well as a push-button for coming. The fantasy works particularly well if I have some sort of nipple stimulation, because I like to imagine my c-clamps on my breasts, strung upward so there's very light pull on the nipple.

When I'm alone, I sometimes put the c-clamps on my breasts for masturbation. A light shake of the shoulders makes very pleasant sensations. It's hard to keep moving when I approach orgasm, though, and of course when I'm close to coming, I desire stronger stimulation on my nipples -- no can do. Ah well. It's so nice when Chaz is there. Chaz even kissed me on my tape. I love that. It was a nice gesture, since I know he still has no liking for gags.

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