Lorelei's Diary

His house was very 'rich' and I stood in the foyer simply bowled over by a large ornate mirror right by the front door. Lee encouraged me to come in and he took me on a tour of the house. The kitchen/dinette was well-sized and nicely decorated. The dining room had a long table with 8 chairs (conference size). There was a cozy living room with a huge glass coffee table in the center, cushy sofas, and a fireplace. Off of that was another room, almost as big, with large windows -- obviously the Plant room. It had patio-type furniture.

The room for me to stay in was his master bedroom. It was dominated by a huge beautiful brass poster-bed. Each corner had two posts, not one, and there were lots of extraneous brass bars and the tops had large brass spheres. This bed was captivating! (ha ha) I really was taken with it. He showed me which dresser drawers to use and then showed me the bathroom.

The adjoining master bathroom was almost the size of the bedroom. It had a clear shower stall and a large set-in tub. The sink counter ran one length of the wall; at one end there was a low sink, and the other end was raised with a higher sink (set up for "Mr. and Ms." basically). This wall was completed with a mirror from corner to corner, and of course it had model lights all across the top. Through to the other side of the bathroom was a walk-in closet the size of Jace's room. Three walls had poles and shelves; two walls he had filled with clothes and suits. The third wall was for anything I might need to hang up.

We left that incredible environment and he showed me the second bedroom, where he would be staying. It had a basic darkwood four-poster bed. The posts were very tall. The blanket was frilly and feminine and there were lacy pillows along the headboard. The closet was locked. He brought out his key ring and unlocked it. Inside were hung up the costumes he had bought for our shoot. There was a shelf covered with packages of gloves and nylons. Up on the far right was a shelf of boots and shoes.

I was surprised because the outfits and footwear were contemporary. I'd thought, frcm his work with Judith, that he liked classic lingerie. Actually he was of the progessive folk; he'd bought a black sheer bodysuit with thong back and garter straps, also a white leather stripper's costume with rows of baby-chains which hung over bare breasts. The shoes were likewise newfangled: a pair of red heels with triple ankle straps, a pair of white leather cowgirl boots (high-heeled of course), black high pumps with silver studding and silver heel points... gee, I can't recall the last pair; they didn't fit me. Well this closet was like Christmas. I gaped happily and also noted a frosty two-tone "lion's-mane" wig hanging on the wall. I love lion's-mane hair but I figured it wouldn't look right on my little face.

Then we went into the hallway and he unlocked another door. This was the playroom. The first thing I saw was a mannikin standing inside the room! She was wearing a wig which was dark brown and MTV-mangly like the lion's-mane wig. She had on a standard leather body-harness with metal rings at each connecting point. The red magician's jacket that Lee had used in other videos was on her, and a thin black mini-skirt fit perfectly on her hips. He'd finished her up with garter belt, seamed nylons, and one red shoe placed on her forward foot. She was quite worn -- her nose was broken off and her left hand had been taped back on -- but I was really taken with her!

On her left side was a painted wooden "electric chair" whic Lee had bought from some theatrical company. It had little silver semi-circle hinged wood pieces to fit around the ankles and wrists, and an electrocution cap for the head which had a large loopy wire coming out of it for the "juice." It was hilarious! I loved that too.

Along the far wall was a wooden platform which Lee had built. At one end were two clamps to secure the feet for tickle-torture or whatever. A person could be strapped full-body to this thing. It was neat.

This room also had a Christmas closet. Inside were rows of leather straps and chains and metal stocks hung along the walls. There was also a selection of dildos and vibrators. There was a single bag of rope. (!) And of course there were gags lined on a shelf. I was beside myself with curiosity and wished we could use every single piece of equipment. I knew we wouldn't have enough time.

After all that we went into the living room and he sat down on the big cushy sofa.

"Sit down, relax," he offered. I sat down nervously on the sofa. He asked me to sit closer so I cuddled up to him. Impulsively I reached up and took his left hand (his arm was draped behind me). I held it in my hands and said "I like your hand." He made some comment about it and it seemed that he was kind of hostile toward the subject; I thought perhaps he'd prefer I never mention it. This discouraged me but I kept holding him. I wanted to explore the shape with my fingers but I quelled that desire.

We talked for a while. At one point he asked me how I come (since in the limo I'm sure he'd wondered why I didn't orgasm). I laughed, embarrassed, and admitted that I can't come very easily with my legs together.

We decided to turn in. I went into 'my' room and unpacked a bunch of stuff, leaving some of the bags on the floor. Once I made a bit of a mess I felt more accustomed to the room. I called Jace, Mom, and Chaz (though it was the wee hours of the morning) and turned in for the night.

We both woke around 9 am and showered. (He, of course, had a separate bathroom for his use.) I drank a glass of milk and he went to make preparations.

Experimentally I put on my black shirred evening dress so I could see how it looked with the arm-gloves he'd supplied. The gloves were black and reached all the way to my underarm. They were lovely! I put on a black garter belt and nylons and my strap-on open-toed heels.

I showed the outfit to Lee and he said, "that's great, let's start shooting with that." So I removed the gloves and put on makeup painstakingly, then added my Coury-Lee-Austin wig. Boy did I look different! I was amazed because it seemed that I looked rather pretty.

Lee set up a high stool in the plant room and put the camera in the doorway to the brass-bed room. He tied me to the chair with rope. I was relieved we were starting with rope because it's so familiar to me. He tied my elbows together but by the time he finished my ankles we had to loosen the elbows. "Okay, I want you to just talk for a little while, like an intro to Ki, like talk about what you like about bondage, or what your preferences are, etc."

I looked at him funny and I thought Oh god, what will I say!? This is why I'd wanted Judith there; she's so good at free-association monologue, I was hoping she'd loosen me up. But I figured out some things I could say and I hoped I could relax and do it decently. Lee got ready to shoot and he said "at the end of your talking just say something about having been a witch in a past life." I said "What?" and he said "See, then we flashback and show you as a witch, and they do all kinds of stuff to you trying to make you confess you're a wìtch."

I thought that sounded pretty neat! So he ran the camera and I talked about some fantasies I had when I was younger, and then I said maybe I'm into bondage so much because in past lives I was tied up, and I talked about having been a witch.

Then he cut the camera and brought out a huge orange ballgag. He said "Do you think this will fit?" and I said "No." I was ready to laugh -- the ball was huge! As big as my face it seemed like! But we figured we'd try it. He put it in as best he could and strapped it on. It was slightly cushy and I found that I could simply relax my mouth and let the jaw slacken, and it was comfortable.

Lee turned up the classical guitar music in the background and filmed me wiggling in the chair for a while.

After that it was about lunchtime so Lee asked what I wanted. I mentioned I liked coney dogs and he said there was a place nearby. "Tell you what," he said, "I'11 go get the food, and you can stay here and put yourself in bondage!" I thought that sounded like loads of fun (I can never do that with Chaz since I never know when he'll arrive).

When he left I put on my red bra and undies (retaining my black garter belt, nylons, heels, and wig). I put on Phantom of The Opera really loud and looked through the Paraphernalia closet. I also looked in the briefcase (from last night's ride). I picked out silver ankle cuffs on a long chain, basic wrist cuffs on short chain, and the leather plug gag that I love so much. I went into the brass-bed room and lay down alongside the head-board end. I cuffed my feet straight up into the air, chained to the center brass pole at the head of the bed. I was about to gag myself when I remembered that's not a good idea when one is alone. After all, if a person got heartburn even, they could choke on it. So I left the gag lying there and cuffed my hands to the right end of the head of the bed.

I lay there singing Phantom very loudly to myself. It was great fun. I lay there through about 4 songs.

Lee finally got back and was quite amused. He sat down on the bed and noticed the gag sitting there like it was waiting. We both laughed and he put the gag in my mouth for me. He lay down on the bed and looked at me. I felt very sexy, especially because my high-heeled feet were 'way up in the air. That pose is just extra-sensual to me.

He began touching a little and plugged in his big white vibrator (I call it his Wand) and played on me with ìt. I enjoyed myself immensely. I remember thinking We're not going to get any work done the way we keep getting sidetracked. Lee got me to the point where I was very hot and close to orgasm but I couldn't come. I suppose too that I was resisting because I was embarrassed about climaxing in front of him -- after all I'd only met him yesterday.

Some of his sexual habits which entertain me are: he will stop playing the vibrator on me and stimulate himself. I like this habit because then I don't feel like I'm getting all the fun and he's being cheated. Another habit: he kisses my gag, when I'm wearing a leather-panel type. This is very unusual and felt strange at first because he even kisses the gag open-mouthed. However I do like the concept of being kissed this way and I later gained a picture in my mind that with his mouth open on the gag, he himself was in a way gagged, and that was particularly sexy to me.

I also enjoyed whenever he complimented me. I felt especially like a Bondage Queen whenever he said "you look really good" and things like that. Another thing that got me hot was whenever he used his left arm to encircle me or his left hand (I think of it as his 'sexy' hand, or perhaps a hand which is a cock? -- or a cock with talent -- I suppose all this imagery is bizarre but these are my feelings) would come in contact with me. Unfortunately this happened rarely; generally he would just prop himself up on that arm so it was nowhere that I could appreciate it.

Once I got so close to coming I felt very nervous and vulnerable. I supposed that if I really concentrated and put desire into it I'd be able to come but I wasn't sure I wanted to reveal myself like that. Lee took it a step farther anyway and uncuffed my hands. He tied them with a rope to the center of the foot of the bed. Then he uncuffed each ankle and cuffed them to opposite sides of the head of the bed, so I was spread-eagled. He also put a pillow under my hips (now that's an image which is very powerful for me; I felt quite a rush through my nerve endings when he put that pillow there).

My back was arched slightly and I looked down at my legs so wide apart and I felt extremely vulnerable. Now of course it would be much easier to orgasm. Lee settled down on my right side and began to play. He kissed me on my gag and he rubbed his body against my side. Sometimes he would stop and stimulate himself. He took a second vibrator which had a long stem and a large pill-shaped end. I think it's a G-spot vibrator. He played this on my mons. Then he carefully pulled my underwear to one side and put the tip to my vulva. I was extremely nervous; I wanted it to penetrate me but I worried that might lead to something else.

Lee very carefully parted my vulva by pressing with the little bulb. Then he slowly pushed it into me just a little way. I moved with it and he moved against my hip. Now I really wanted to come and I wanted to have sex though of course I couldn't no matter what. He removed the bulb and brought back the Wand. He opened his pants and moved his cock against my side and hips. I wished I weren't tied flat on my back so I could really look at his cock, but even lifting my head was work. His cock was hard and the skin slid on my side, very soft and smooth. I was terribly horny. I pushed up against the Wand and tried to set the vibrations against my clitoris. This was very difficult because my large clitoris tends to move about whenever I try to anchor it in one spot. And of course Lee didn't keep the Wand still either. It was a great tease.

For a very long time I pulled at my ankles trying to develop the necessary clench in my thigh muscles. Lee was patient and just kept playing at me. After what seemed to be forever (frustrating!) I finally reached the peak and cried out into the gag as the contractions wrung out of me.

He didn't move the vibrator away, probably looking to give me a second orgasm. But of course I can't have more than one; right after orgasm it hurts my clit to stimulate it. I bucked away from the Wand and after a bit of thrashing Lee got the drift.

I tried to tell him to loosen my right ankle. While tugging my legs to clench the thighs, I'd pulled the chains taught and my ankle-bone was hurting. He removed my gag and I asked him to loosen that ankle. He did so and lay down next to me again. I asked him if he would masturbate onto my breasts. "Not now," he said. I was disappointed.

We lay there for a little while and then he released me. We microwaved the cold chili dogs and ate them. Yummy! Then he was tired so he said he was going to lie down and rest for a minute. He went to the brass bed and lay down.

I toodled around the house. For a while I went in and looked at him sleeping. He's one of those people -- when he's out, he's out. I mean I could've had orchestra rehearsal in that room and he wouldn't have moved.

I enjoyed this time period because I got to walk right up and look at his sexy hand. I studied it and looked at all the little details on it. I wished I could trace everything physically and touch it and hold... etc. etc. But I feared he'd wake up, so I didn't.

I tried on some of the clothes, and I put on the white chain stripper's outfit. This outfit is arranged oddly: a white leather strap leads from a neck collar down the sternum. Other straps lead from the neck down front under armpits and chain in back. Between these various straps hang little chains over the breasts. A matching G-string of leather and chain didn't quìte fit me, but I managed to make it stay on. The leather-and-chain garter belt fit perfectly. So I put all that on with dark nylons and the white leather cowboy boots he'd bought. It was quite an affair. I think the reason Lee liked it was it probably reminded him of the flashy show outfits that magician's assistants always wear. It also seemed like something Gretl would wear over something else to be in a show.

After parading around the house checking myself in all the mirrors (I love how many mirrors he has -- every few moments I'd run into myself and think "who's that?", since I was in wig and make-up and red nails etc.), Lee woke up. He said I looked nice and could do the next shoot in the cowgirl/stripper outfit.

In the playroom Lee got out a wooden neck stock and hung it from the ceiling in the center of the room. He set it for my height and locked me into it. It was an extremely odd feeling to have this thing hanging about my neck, halfway between my chin and shoulders. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back. "Don't go anywhere" he reminded me as he continued to dig in his closet. I had a good giggle as I turned around and around. Lee cuffed my ankles together and strapped the knees together with leather. This had an unusual effect, since my knees were together but I tended to keep my feet apart for balance -- it gave me a pigeon-toed look which was funny and cute at the same time.

Lee set up the camera and started shooting. "Alright, you're a witch," he intoned, "confess it!"

I suppressed laughter (unfortunately the camera picked up my amused smile -- I was reminded of Monty Python) and I answered "I told you I'm not a witch. Let me go! Please?" It occurred to me that I really should have worn a different outfit (I felt like I could say "I'm not a witch I'm a Dallas cheerleader!"), but I think Lee liked the outfit so much that he hadn't cared.

I wiggled around for a while and then Lee put a blindfold on me. This was unexpected -- I don't use them much though I like the extra disorientation. It made me extremely curious as to what would happen next. I heard him getting something and then felt him tuck his Wand into my knee-strap. He secured it between my thighs with another leather leg-strap.

I stood there wondering when he'd turn it on! I hadn't any way of knowing. When he did I jumped a little bit. The tip was barely snug up against my mons and with some squirming and knee-bending I could adjust it. But half the time I was embarrassed and trying to lighten the pressure, and the other half of the time I was trying to lean into it. Ooh! It was something.

I even almost fell down, which was a bizarre sensation. I was tippytoeing against the stimulation when I felt myself losing my balance. I thought "Oh no! will he catch me?" and he didn't -- I tottered over and the neck stock stopped me on my chin and it was completely comfortable! It didn't hurt at all! My head supported my weight with no trouble while I regained my balance. Once I got myself righted I thought "God this thing is so cool! I can even fall down in it!" I was truly impressed.

Thankfully Lee didn't film me for long like that, but I do wish it had been on a different tape than the master. Ah well.

He let me out of that and put me into his triangle foot/wrist stocks, which were metal and very weird. I sat on a little stool up on the wooden platform and he thumbcuffed my red-gloved hands into the thing, then double-cuffed my ankles in.

He put a pump-gag in my mouth -- I was extremely pleased; I've always wanted to try a pump gag. When I felt all the deflated rubber in my mouth I got a bit of a panic. He took the bulb and said, "Say whoa horsie" and pumped it once -- I immediately signaled him. (Say whoa horsie? I wondered to myself -- is this what Texans say instead of Say When?) Sure enough one pump of air was about what my mouth could take, (damn my little mouth) and the leftover uninflated rubber was in the back of the mouth, loose and crumpled at the entrance to my throat. That was quite uncomfortable and didn't work well at all. I suppose a pump gag would only work on me if it were specially made in a smaller size so there wouldn't be all that extra rubber. It wasn't so irritating that I couldn't do the shoot, though, so I didn't complain.

He filmed me squiggling for a long while, though I couldn't squiggle much. I also didn't like the position I was locked in (sitting up and leaning forward makes my back hurt) but I did like having my feet up front. And his mind traveled parallel with mine, because eventually he removed the boots and filmed my little stockinged feet. He also put on a blindfold for a while. I like wearing a blindfold because it focuses sensation, but in photos and with my models I don't like using blindfolds since I prefer seeing their eyes.

After all that we broke set and went out to a Mexican restaurant to eat. Lee's mood dropped quite a bit and he talked about some depressing things that had occurred lately for him. It was really late when we ate, probably past 9 pm, so when we got back the day was over. I called Mom, Jace and Chaz and checked in; I told them things were great so I wouldn't bother to call the next night. Then I turned in.

That brass bed made such an impression on me. All three nights I was there, I wondered fleetingly before sleeping -- would Lee sneak in and tie me to this marvelous bed. He made a comment about it once in an offhand way. We were surely too tired for any night antics when I was there. Besides I don't think my weak back could withstand any form of all-night bondage unless it was non-restrictive such as simple handcuffs and anklecuffs.

The first night I had a dream where I was in a row of slaves or captives (male and female). Each person was manacled and perched on a brass sphere like the ones which topped the poles of the brass bed. In the dream I was on one which shaped to my mons and was somewhat stimulating, but I think there was another person in the dream who was set on a sphere smaller than her body, and it penetrated her.

On Friday, July 29, I woke at about 7 am and couldn't get back to sleep. Finally I got up and snuck out to get the paper (it was at the end of the sidewalk -- how inconvenient). I drank milk and read the paper as I sat by the swimming pool. Then I went back to bed and managed to fall asleep. I woke again at 11 am. Lee was up and observed that I'd been up earlier. He was tooling around so I tried on my harem outfit. I wanted to be sure we did something with it. He said it was fine and we could use it. I told him I wanted to be sure I got a scene where I was hogtied in chains on the brass bed: this is all precisely involved with my Sultan-fantasies about Eric.

Lee had me sit on the bed and play with the chains for a whìle with just my wrists chained together. I was wearing a blue cloth cleave-gag just like Eric likes. I smiled as I played with the chains (looking at the footage later it looked very nice). Then Lee chained my crossed feet toward one corner and the hands toward the diagonal far corner. I writhed as he filmed and I really enjoyed myself. This bed and setting made me feel captive and I was getting into the harem-girl story mentally.

After a bit Lee stopped filming and he said "you're really getting me into a mood!" He lay down with me and played and teased me with the Wand. I was feeling particularly receptive. Demon that he is, he got up and left the room... who knows why, perhaps to get equipment or prepare the next set. I was feeling randy and my libido was idling too high so I wormed over and managed to grab the Wand. I turned it on and pressed it to my clitoris (thankfully Lee had re-chained my hands behind my back so this was possible). I hoped that I could concentrate and bring myself off quickly before he came back. Climaxing with him there is more difficult because I'm inhibited and embarrassed. Though a difficult orgasm is more powerful once it's finally achieved... well, I was being a pig and wanted one "Now."

I was just getting fairly successful when Lee came back in. I think he was amused. He said "I'm going to film this" and picked up the camera. I was mortified that my shameless behavior would be filmed but I was also getting close so I decided "Who cares" and I kept going. Now that Lee was watching, my approach slowed and I had to work harder for the orgasm. My legs were giving me trouble again since they were chained together. Aaagh!

Lee stopped filming and joined me. He took the Wand (boo hoo) and we played for a while. Lee was playing with my feet (O happy harem girl) and asked if he could come on them. I was ecstatic and said yes. I wished he would have sex with them (this is something I've pictured, placing the feet together and working the cock between them) but he masturbated instead. I was entirely pleased anyway.

Afterward he brought a towel and cleaned my feet. Soon I was unchained and I realized I didn't have any decent film footage of a chained hogtie -- the hogtie position had only been filmed while I was playing with the wand. So I didn't have any perfect footage to send Eric. Oh well.

Lee made his nacho creation for lunch -- which was extremely yummy (he made it mild for moi). While he was making it I was wandering around gagged and looking at myself in mirrors. I was feeling unusual and sexy I guess. So-- we ate nachos and then he went to prepare stuff.

I got out my corset and new black heels. Lee laced me into my corset and I attached nylons to the detachable blue garter straps. I was happy that I'd get some film of me wearing the black leather corset. I adore that corset.

When I was ready I watched him preparing the playroom. I commented that I wanted to try the bent-over/hands-in-back-tied-to-ceiling pose sometime.  He said "That's what we're going to do." How wonderful!

He laced my arms up in a leather sleeve. It was too long for my arms (ain't it a drag being tiny) so he folded the end over my fists. He strapped my knees together, cuffed my ankles, and strung the sleeved arms up behind. It felt very strange. He put a collar on my neck and chained my head toward my knees.

The odd thing about this position is that the pressure can come from one end or the other. You can relax your body and let gravity take you downward, in which case all your weight pulls on your shoulders. Or: you can try to stand up a little, so there's no tug at the shoulders, but trying to stand halfway puts stress on the back.

So I kept going back and forth, back and forth, standing, then relaxing, experimenting with the muscle tension. Lee took some photos with the neck chain pulled taut, then he loosened it to film me. I was wearing the bestest gag -- the black leather plug.

This shoot seemed like an eternity. The stress on my muscles was amazing but I felt quite sexy; my breasts hung down below like fruit, and my rear was exposed (I'd worn a black lace thong). I think I could've done the pose much longer if I'd had my head chained closer to my knees, but the hands not strung up so far. Like if I'd been almost doubled over.

Though it was a difficult position, I still felt disappointed when he stopped filming and came over to release me. I thought "Oh, but maybe I could've done this for two more minutes." He stood behind me to detach the arms, and I was reminded of that scene in "Top Secret" when Vanessa Del Rio is fucked that way. I think I'd be interested in experiencing that sometime. As he unfastened it I backed up against his pelvis with my rear. It felt nice and I giggled. I don't think I offended him.

Lee set me on the floor and filmed me for a while wiggling around. I worked the leather strap off my knees and kicked it free, though it was still chained to my neck. I wondered if he would use it to fasten me to his wooden platform, but he stopped filming. He brought out another leather sleeve and laced it onto my legs. This was So Snuggy! It felt marvelous. I was arm-laced leg-laced and corset-laced and everything felt great. He filmed me like that for a while. Such fun!

Afterward, he didn't release me. He carried me into the brass-bed room. He put the video into the VCR and settled down on the floor to watch our most recent work. I hopped over from the bed and joined him on the floor. We watched for a bit and I was amazed at what I looked like. I just couldn't believe this woman was me. For one thing the corset made my chest look enormous. I felt excited watching it because it was arousing to remember myself having been in that position. And I actually looked nice. I gaped and couldn't accept that I could look that nice.

Lee took the Wand and pushed the handle down the leg sleeve. He got it situated between my thighs with the head of it against my mons. Then he plugged it in. This felt good and was multiplied by the emotional effect of looking at myself in bondage on the TV. (I think this effect could also be achieved if I would look in a mirror while in bondage. There's a feeling of being a man who is looking at her bondagette, and also being the bondagette, so I am fulfilling both roles at the same time.) I was also embarrassed to be looking at my video, though; I was ashamed that Lee could see me watching myself. It seemed too narcissistic. (This reminds me of the times in Eric's apartment when I tied myself up on his living room floor and watched videos of women tied up on his living room f loor.) Like most of the male bondagers, I have a very strong Visual fetish, which seems to augment the actual bondage sensation.

Lee took a little metal box which looked like a battery with bitty gizmos on it. He unplugged the Wand and plugged it into this box, which then plugged into the wall. The Wand ran for a bit and then shut off. Then it came back on again. The box would break the circuit and then lock it again!

I was feeling very excited from the perfect sensation of the sleeves and watching the video and I knew I wanted to come. But the little box wouldn't let the Wand run for very long. I just let the blood build up in my body and leaned into the Wand as best I could. All my nerve endings built up and I felt very fuzzy. Lee was just lying there watching me.

Presently I began to feel that I had to orgasm. I tried to work against the Wand but it kept switching off just when I had things placed right. Typically my clitoris was being difficult and I couldn't get the Wand to hold against the correct spot. Essentially, the current would come on, I'd press against the Wand, I'd move my hips until the Wand secured the clitoris against my pubic bone, I'd concentrate on the sensation, and -- current off.

I couldn't hold my clit in place during the wait because I couldn't target the feeling. So I'd slump all my muscles, wait, and then start again when the current came back on. It got so that I'd be whimpering when I knew the current was about to stop, and I'd tense up a few seconds before the current came back on, because I'd know it was coming. But I couldn't quite climax. I was getting to the edge just about every damn time the Wand was on, yet I need about 30 seconds of plateau to spill over, and I couldn't manage it in time.

It was so strange to get that close over, and over, and over. I don't know what time interval the box was set at but it was only just enough for me to reach plateau. My whole body was so hot -- it felt like all of me was breathing through the nerve endings. The teasing was fantastic but I was so frustrated! I whimpered and whimpered and Lee laughed. I tried to hold the plateau between each buzz but it wouldn't stay.

Finally Lee asked if I wanted him to increase the interval. I assented desperately so he changed something on the box. Now it ran longer and paused longer, but that was all right. I could sense that this would run just long enough for me to come during one of the intervals. I focused as much as I could and tensed my thighs when the current came on. I think it took about four intervals but I finally got there.

I felt like the orgasm was pulled out of me, or became me or something -- the sleeves held everything just so. The relief and release was incredible.

I rolled over onto my back and twisted my legs so the head of the Wand wouldn't touch my crotch (after an orgasm like that it would've been terribly painful to get any more stimulation!) Lee unfastened the box and Wand.

Well! I was a little ball of warm fuzzy sweaty cuddlies. Lee unlaced everything and I went to take a bath. My whole body felt weird. The bath was nice.

He took everything apart -- when I came out he was tearing the set down. I felt so sad! All the toys went in bags and the props went up to the attic. Bummer. I neatened up my stuff and dressed.

We went to dinner at a huge spaghetti place downtown. It was past 9 pm so there were people all over the place and the city was hopping. It was interesting. This spaghetti place was a building!! I swear! We were seated upstairs by a stained glass window. Lee got a little down again and we talked about De Bondaj Scene. He's had some bondage accidents too. Chaz had commented to me that I've had a few accidents, but apparently everybody has some... isn't bondage like sex anyway? Everyone has a few bad sex experiences, and I don't think bondage is unlike sex. I mean, I've had a few very bad sexual moments, such as Carnival Tim, and the one time with D. in the theater, and backfires with R. when I learned there were times he hadn't wanted to make love but he thought I wanted it so he made himself (which is so sad and ironic because there were times I let him because I thought he wanted to, even though I didn't, so there may have even been some times when we both didn't but were doing it because we thought the other one wanted to -- sheesh!)...

Anyway, in terms of bondage accidents, I had the blood vessel blockage from my shoot with Eric (my fault, asking for everything to be so tight), and the back problems after the long shoot with Puck, and half-passing out when Chaz tied me to the tree... I would guess that everyone has some situations that go wrong. It's just sad, that's all. Some accidents are more serious than others. Some hobbies can be dangerous; even football can kill you, you can die camping from some small error.  I don't know... Life is going to give us horrible experiences, we just need to learn from them and try to avoid any more...

On that subject, I need to set a bondage time limit so I don't mess up my back any more.

It seems to me that when a woman is gagged, she ought to make noise not only to be sexy, but I don't think there's any way to notice if she stops breathing or passes out... unless her noises stop. I mean a person in bondage might not be moving while you're playing with them, and if you're not looking right at their face, how would you know if things went wrong. So I think it's essential for the bondagee to make noises and move about, particularly if they wear a dangerous gag such as cloth stuffed in the mouth.

That's what I loved so much about Lee's leather plug gag. While in the mouth I knew it wouldn't move anywhere or get near the back -- near my throat. I worry about that Panties-Cindy woman. With all those panties jammed in her mouth.

I got 'way off track didn't I. After our dinner Lee dropped me at the theater so I could see Rocky Horror. I'd brought some clothes in my Rocky bag. I was wearing my leather corset backwards and upside-down, like they do in the movie. I adjusted my outfit in the bathroom and then went into the theater. After I got accustomed to the crowd, a little bit into the movie I removed my leather skirt so I was in the floor-show costume. The performing group wasn't much. But it was interesting.

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