Rod Adventures

ROD ADVENTURES - THE BEGINNING - PART ONE

Thursday 8th October 1998, Portsmouth Dock

It was a reasonably warm October day when the long awaited ships dock in Portsmouth Harbour. My name is Frank King and I wait anxiously, my years of research and work are potentially to be rewarded or dashed yet again. All dependant on what one particular ship may be carrying and what it may possibly contain.

It was inevitable that it was late in arriving, but after what was close to over 20 years of waiting I guess but I could wait a while longer.

Finally I see the ship come into dock and again wait with patience as the unloading begins. Does the cherished cargo contain the object of my research over so many years. Dare I hope?

And there it is, I check the serial shipping container code carefully.

I read the number out to myself as I checked it in my notebook. "TGHU 759933" and the important last bit "45G1".

"Yes!" I exclaim out aloud inadvertently raising some eyebrows from some of the stevedores.

"It's an important shipment" I mention but no one pays any heed. Yes an important shipment, potentially life changing in all sorts of ways. But I chide myself. I must not get ahead of myself. But at least it is the correct container. There has been many and most not bound for this certain dock. I have been over at the dig and personally arranged for the packing of this particular container.

I was careful not to include any major notable items but I knew at the time that what I might be looking for might possibly be contained most likely in the minor items. After all my years of research has led me to believe that the history behind the artefact I was seeking was kept such a secret and for obvious reasons, even all those thousands of years ago. I watch the container being loaded onto one of the lorries and then set off in my Jaguar for the museum. Portsmouth Museuum.

Thursday 8th October 1998, Guilford

My name is Michelle Reynolds. I am 21 years old and a student at Portsmouth University. I am studying History, Psychology and Languages. I have always had a keen interest in history and ancient civilisations in particular. The study of languages is helpful with the interest of history as ancient languages at times developed as society did and of course early writing was used primarily for record keeping purposes, accounting. How boring!

Psychology is pretty cool too. I like to understand how people think. What makes them tick. I know I am not really a social animal. Very much the nerdy book worm but that's my passion and I am cool with that. I have probably just the one really close friend, Sophie. Sophie is a bubbly vibrant blond, so quite the opposite of me, the shy retiring brunette. Sophie's from a fairly well off family, but they are not around much. Her father works away, some consultant I think and her mum is very much a social bird, a lot like Sophie really.

I love the university campus and can't wait to get back. It will be good to see Sophie again. I am also currently hoping that my application for an internship at the local Portsmouth museum comes off. The extra money will be useful. I also hear they have had or are about to have an important delivery of some ancient Egyptian archaeology relics from a latest dig. Hopefully a lot to look forward to.

Friday 9th October 1998, Portsmouth Museum

I have always been inspired whenever I approach the entrance to Portsmouth museum. I have been curator there for the past 8 years and in that time have established my reputation as a thorough administrator and also a notable authority on certain little researched aspects of Egyptian mythology and history. I have been careful however to keep the main thrust and drive to myself after I had the first translation of the fragment parchment years ago within my first year of curating.

I have a particular private routine. I go into my office and close and lock the door. I open the manifold on my desk and take out the carefully wrapped fragment and study it.

Few can translate the hieroglyphics, even amongst my peers. It was a curious dialect and syntax but all part and parcel of the mystique and secrecy surrounding the artefact I am pretty certain only I am aware of it's potential of existing, if indeed it does.

I know the shipping container will be some time arriving yet and I read out the words to myself again.

"And so Khem was finally successful. His worship to Min complete. It was complete and with it his domination over the object of his desire. None could deny him and he went on to rule in secret wielding the ring and ruling behind the power of the throne. Queen Clarissa submitted and he was long in power though he was never accounted amongst those that were to be reborn."

My hands are sweating. What if? I check my watch and take out the key I always keep on me and unlock the desk drawer. I take out the metal case and set it beside the manifold and use key to unlock the lid. I take out the thin edged knife from the drawer and set it down. I take and put the top magazine, a copy of Bondage Life, that was still in its plastic folder and thus covered over. It reveals last month's cover model, a busty bound blond..

I enjoyed that issue. I always liked to anticipate the cover model before slitting open the plain plastic cover and revealing her. If I am particularly aroused I will enjoy pleasuring myself with the photos of the model inside.

With the excitement of the arrival I am hoping this month will be a good month. In some ways it would be fitting. I slit the package of the new issue carefully and pull out the latest copy.

"Oh my god!" I am hard instantly. The cover model is stunning. I love the look of helplessness. She is looking at the photographer or maybe someone else. The person, a man I always assume, that has power over her. She id available for whatever he wanted, what I want. It is a huge turn on. Before going further I check my in tray. Of course I forgot, the candidates. With the knowledge I would be busy with the arrival of the shipment I arranged to hire an intern. I want a student as there will be a lot of research.

I know the course that I teach at the University as most relevant for World History was mainly subscribed by female students. It would not hurt I guessed to have close proximity to an actual beautiful female as an intern. I could always use her after hours in my fantasies of the girls in the magazine. I picked up and went through the applications.

Looking at the cover model of the latest magazine one applicant struck me like a bolt. WoW. The resemblance to the bound cover model of this latest issue, a busty roped and gagged brunette. Stunning eyes. I resigned myself however to doing the due diligence and checking her cv. It was impressive.

I check her name. Michelle. "Well Michelle. I look forward to working with you. May as well make a start."

I dial the contact number of the agency. "Hello is that the agency. Yes I received the cv's. Listen I am going to be very busy. There is one candidate that I think will fit in nicely. Yes wait a minute. Her name is Michelle. Yes that's right. Michelle Reynolds. I hope she will be able to start on Monday. Yes okay that sounds good. Okay just ask her to report at reception and report to me. Yes Frank King. Okay thank you."

I continue with my private routine and spend and hour pleasuring myself pouring over the pages of the latest magazine and imagining Michelle taking the place of the latest cover model and being suitably bound and helpless. When I think about the potential of what might be arriving, the possibilities. I'd have to take it slowly. Take my time. But I am a very patient man.

I know I will be busy enough over the weekend after the arrival of the container. I plan to put Michelle to work sorting. Yes the records room would be ideal. It was normally quite hot down there. I could also turn the AC off to make it hotter. I will have to be careful though, very careful but I know that having such a close proximity to that type of girl, a girl I would love to dominate would test my will power. Of course I dare to dream and dream big because if it truly does exist the artefact would take care of that. It would take care of everything.