~Subject: FANTASIA: Dialogue  (mf, nc, bondage)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                          DIALOGUE
                      by V.P. Viddler

   "Do you know what a woman will do for a man when she has been
hung up by her hair for half an hour, with her hands lashed in back
of her and no way to get down?"

   "I should think she'd do almost anything."

   "That's right, Mr. Corliss. Almost anything. Only without the
almost."

   "How fascinating."

   "Do you find it so?"

   "I do."

   "I thought you might."

   "And if a woman is put into such a position, is it likely that
she would be wearing all her clothing?"

   "It is not."

   "Ah."

   "As a matter of fact, probably no clothing at all."

   "Ah. And would she be allowed to vocalize her undoubted
unhappiness?"

   "Hardly. That--unhappiness--is likely to be so agonizing that
her screams might easily disturb a neighbor or a passer-by. That
cannot be allowed."

   "Of course. And so this woman would have in her mouth--"

   "A gag."

   "Ah. And, as you say, she would be without clothing--"

   "Naked."

   "Ah.

   "But not cold."

   "No."

   "No. In fact, most uncomfortably warm, to the point at which
perspiration would suffuse her body."

   "And this discomfort would also result from her position, would
it?"

   "It most assuredly would."

   "To such intensity that this woman's body would possibly twist
and writhe in pain and agony."

   "That is a fair assumption, Mr. Corliss."

   "Causing, I would assume, still further pain as her tightly
pulled hair strains so torturously at the lady's scalp."

   "That is also fairly put, sir."

   "I can envision the young lady's breasts--for any lady put into
such a position will certainly be young--and most attractive--"

   "That is not for me to say, Mr. Corliss."

   "Is it not? Ah. But the young lady's breasts--I say--would
probably quiver most alluringly, even as they thrust tautly
outwards and upwards, with the strain of the lady's position."

   "That is probably the case, sir."

   "And the lady's legs--"

   "Oh, sir--"

   "You pale, Miss Allistair."

   "I--I am sorry."

   "Not at all. What did I say that elicited such charming
reactions? Was it the thought of our--ah--hypothetical young lady's
legs?"

   "I--I think it was, Mr. Corliss."

   "Ah. Do you think of them, as I do, twitching and shaking so
that the thighs ripple delightfully, wishing, aching, to kick and
flail in wild abandon--but constrained, held in restraint by the
fact that such action would only add to all that pain, all that
agony and horror?"

   "I--I do."

   "Can you hear, as I can, Miss Allistair, the terror-filled,
stifled groans and choking gasps and pain-elicited, rattling moans
that issue from around the mouth-stopping gag?"

   "I can, Mr. Corliss. Most plainly I can."

   "Ah. And is that why, Miss Allistair, is that why you tremble as
you sit across from me? Is that why you cannot raise your eyes to
look into mine? Is it, Miss Allistair?"

   "It is, Mr. Corliss."

   "It is--memory."

   "It is."

   "Of participation in such a happening."

   "Yes, sir."

   "As the victim."

   "That is correct, Mr. Corliss."

   "And so, of course, you know first hand just what a woman will
do for a man after being in that position."

   "I do."

   "Say it again, Miss Allistair--if you please."

   "Anything. Anything, Mr. Corliss. Anything at all. Without
stint, without limit, without regard to dignity or selfhood. I
know. And I am with you because of it."

   "Ah. And you will, if I desire it, accompany me to my
apartment."

   "I will."

   "And what will you do that I might enjoy, Miss Allistair?"

   "The gentleman who has brought me to you has taught me many ways
to satisfy the normally sadistic wants of a man."

   "That education has been, I trust, painful."

   "Most painful."

   "Ah. And what ways will you employ?"

   "That, sir, is up to you. If you commanded me to stand up, right
now, in the midst of this crowded room, and strip off all my
clothing, baring my striped body to the world--I would do so."

   "And if I wish you to go down under this table and take into
your beautiful mouth that staff which this conversation has made so
stiff--"

   "Do you wish it, Mr. Corliss?"

   "I do."

   "I go."

   "First think on going to my apartment, and pull out your hair
pins, Miss Allistair. Now."