Looking around in the dungeon,the host had so many toysthat I could never imagine one person could own.What caught my eye was the twowinches that? wer...e 10 feet apart.My mindstarted fantasizing.I ordered Mary to undress.She was a bit reluctant as shestill had the unwanted penis.Wel... there is a cure for that.The host had someclear duct tape.I pulled the penis backwards,between the balls,and taped it toone of the ass cheeks.I grabbed her hair pulled her to the floor between thewinches.I told her. It was twelve o'clock sharp. I had just finished a mountain load of paperwork and finally it was my long anticipated lunch hour. I was so ready for a break from my tiresome job. I went into the break room and sat down to my usual cup of coffee and sandwich combination. When I finished I looked at my watch and discovered I still had plenty of time to visit the restroom and fix my hair and makeup. I went to my usual bathroom to find that it was out of order, leaving me with only one other option. More air than any thing could possibly need. A trachea battered and shocked with the harsh, viscous reality of the body’s duties. Breathing was a violation on par with a knife wound. How dare my body receive this? A wave of hideous nausea, then. Frame shaking, breath-stopping (oh thank you) blackout nausea, the kind a parent experiences seeing their child snatched away by random circumstance. And oh now he hated the word tactile. Hate. Hated it. Found that word and held on, hating and seeing. She smiled. "Come on then, get those boy things off." When I didn'tmove she added, "Don't worry, I've got a daughter your age." She stoodthere, waiting for me to say or do something. Under her powerful gaze Istarted to unbutton my shirt. She didn't seem surprised when my openshirt front revealed that I was wearing a bra. Only an AA cup bra, onlylightly padded. Not noticeable under my shirt. Except to me of course.It was both comfortable and comforting. The back strap and the shoulderstraps.