MathGirl
Cogito
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Disaster!
Well, it finally happened. I knew something horrible would occur if I wasn't rescued in a timely fashion, and sure enough, disaster!
It all started innocently enough, with me tied facedown on the rack. The mad woman was administering my morning flogging, and I guess the lash must have opened up a ticklish spot. Well, I started to giggle. Of course that just increased the pressure in my already overloaded abdomen. When the giggling turned to outright laughter, I could feel the plug in my bottom start to loosen, like a bung being slowly removed from a barrel. I tried to warn the mad woman, but I suppose she thought it was just another of my pitiful screams for mercy.
Right in the middle of a sustained fit of laughter, that plug in my bottom suddenly came loose. Imagine the sound of a five pound cork being expelled from a twenty gallon bottle of champagne. Well, that plug came out of my behind at only slightly subsonic speed and caught the mad woman squarely between the eyes with a sound like someone hitting a tree trunk with a sledge hammer.
The impact only slightly slowed the flight of the careening plug, and it went pinwheeling through the air. It richocheted off two concrete basement walls, scythed into the wooden door of the privy, and came to a spinning, soilslinging, smoking halt down in the pit. The entire aboveground part of the privy was reduced to matchsticks.
Meanwhile, the dazed madwoman was staggering around the basement. She had her hands over her eyes and was trying to regain full consciousness. Well, wouldn't you know it. She tottered blindly over to the unprotected privy pit and after some futile windmilling of her arms toppled over the edge. She landed with a "flunge" directly on top of the plug which had dealt her the staggering blow.
After the splashes had settled, the dungeon suddenly became eerily silent. The only sound was the "tic tic tic" from the cooling plug.
The sudden immersion had revived the mad woman, and she slowly climbed, streaming and cursing from the privy pit. She looked much like the Creature from the Black Lagoon in the old movie.
Without a backwards glance, the madwoman disappeared up the stairs. I've heard the shower running up there for about half an hour.
I don't like to think what's going to happen when she returns. I doubt that the mad woman will be in the best of spirits, and I fear that it will go hard for me.
Cringingly,
d Fiant
Well, it finally happened. I knew something horrible would occur if I wasn't rescued in a timely fashion, and sure enough, disaster!
It all started innocently enough, with me tied facedown on the rack. The mad woman was administering my morning flogging, and I guess the lash must have opened up a ticklish spot. Well, I started to giggle. Of course that just increased the pressure in my already overloaded abdomen. When the giggling turned to outright laughter, I could feel the plug in my bottom start to loosen, like a bung being slowly removed from a barrel. I tried to warn the mad woman, but I suppose she thought it was just another of my pitiful screams for mercy.
Right in the middle of a sustained fit of laughter, that plug in my bottom suddenly came loose. Imagine the sound of a five pound cork being expelled from a twenty gallon bottle of champagne. Well, that plug came out of my behind at only slightly subsonic speed and caught the mad woman squarely between the eyes with a sound like someone hitting a tree trunk with a sledge hammer.
The impact only slightly slowed the flight of the careening plug, and it went pinwheeling through the air. It richocheted off two concrete basement walls, scythed into the wooden door of the privy, and came to a spinning, soilslinging, smoking halt down in the pit. The entire aboveground part of the privy was reduced to matchsticks.
Meanwhile, the dazed madwoman was staggering around the basement. She had her hands over her eyes and was trying to regain full consciousness. Well, wouldn't you know it. She tottered blindly over to the unprotected privy pit and after some futile windmilling of her arms toppled over the edge. She landed with a "flunge" directly on top of the plug which had dealt her the staggering blow.
After the splashes had settled, the dungeon suddenly became eerily silent. The only sound was the "tic tic tic" from the cooling plug.
The sudden immersion had revived the mad woman, and she slowly climbed, streaming and cursing from the privy pit. She looked much like the Creature from the Black Lagoon in the old movie.
Without a backwards glance, the madwoman disappeared up the stairs. I've heard the shower running up there for about half an hour.
I don't like to think what's going to happen when she returns. I doubt that the mad woman will be in the best of spirits, and I fear that it will go hard for me.
Cringingly,
d Fiant
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