"Noooo!" she huffed.
"Ohhhhh!" said Doug, finally getting it.
"So would you do that to me?"
"Yeah," said Doug. "I said I would if I had the power to control your mind."
"No, dumbass! Will you do it to me? Tonight! Now!"
"Oh," said Doug as the light bulb finally winked on floating above his head. "Okay, but are you sure? There's some details I left out before..."
"What details?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'll tie you to the bed with your ass up against the headboard and your legs splayed out in a V against the headboard and your ankles tied to the top of the posts. Then I'll tie your wrists up over your head to the corners at the foot of the bead. You'll be under the covers and I'll sleep on top of you all night long. You'll be my human mattress."
"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "I want that!"
"Well, all right," he said.
"You do have rope, don't you?"
"Actually," he laughed, "I do!"
He rooted through a trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out a white cotton clothesline. "You sure you want me to do this to you?"
"As sure as anything I've ever wanted," she said.
"All night long?"
"Yeah! All night long!"
Doug pulled his blankets back and said, "Take off your clothes then and get in."
Diane swallowed and stripped in front of Doug. She folded her clothes neatly and set them on his desk next to the remnants of his Sociology paper.
Doug rooted throug his trunk and removed two small mattress pads--the type used by hospitals--and placed them on his bed, one at the head, and one in the middle. "Well," said Doug. "Get in."
She grinned wickedly and got into position, sliding her ass up against the headboard on the one pad and leaning back with her head on the other.
Doug cut the rope into four segments with a scissors, and tied her ankles tightly to the two posts at the top ends of the black steel institutional headboard. He then tied the remaining two ropes to her wrists and pulled her arms taut, tying them to the legs of the bed frame.
"A couple more details," he said as he removed a leather brace from his trunk and sat next to her. "This is a posture collar to keep you from rolling your head from side to side and pulling me out of your mouth."
"Okay," she said.
He slid the collar under the back of her neck and buckled it tightly.
He then removed another small item from the trunk. "This is called a spider gag. The ring goes in your mouth, but the 'spider legs' stick out so that you can't swallow it by accident or flip it out of your mouth with your tongue."
"Okay," she said as he buckled the strap behind her head that held the ring in place in her mouth.
With Diane in place, Doug made his bed, covering her body except for her legs splayed up against the headboard, and changed into his bathrobe to take a quick shower before bed.
Doug showered quickly, barely believing his luck. "What must the odds be," he wondered, "to find the _ONE_ woman in the whole world, amongst a world full of radical feminists, who _WANTS_ to be used as a guy's play-toy living in the same dorm at the same college at the same time?"
After his shower, he returned to his room, almost expecting it to have been all a hallucination. Yet, there she was, two naked legs sticking out from under his blankets in a V against his headboard.
Dropping his bathrobe on the floor, he climbed into bed and mounted her. It took a moment of adjustment to position himself just right so that his cock slid into her mouth. He reached for his lamp and the room plunged into near darkness, only the filtered light from the quad four stories below shone in through the curtains.
Relaxing his hips, he let his cock slide down into her mouth. He felt his cock bending sharply at the back of her mouth and down her throat. The feeling was incredible!
Despite her bounds, her body was bucking and twitching under him, and her gag reflex was massaging his cock with so much strength that he didn't have to pump her mouth. She did all the work. In a moment, he shot his wad down her gasping throat over and over again in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever felt. Her gag reflex continued milking his cock, and he kept flooding her throat, in a vicious feedback loop.
And what a rush, too! To use a woman like this! To know that she was experiencing utter humiliation and intense pain for no other reason than to give him physical pleasure. Oh man! What a rush!
Finally, his balls just had no more spunk to pump out and he grabbed his pillow and stuffed it into the V of her legs and rested his head down.
He considered lifting up and asking her how she was doing, but he'd have had to remove the ring from her mouth and everything. He knew that she was immobile and incommunicado, and was basically trapped as his human mattress for the night until he got up in the morning. So he yawned and rested his head on the pillow stuffed in her crotch, and was immediately asleep.
_Off in the distance, in a haze, he saw his ex-girlfriend running toward him. Didn't they break up at their high school graduation when they went off to separate colleges? God, how he missed her! Yet here she was, wanting him again. He ran toward her in slow motion as he struggled to make his legs move in air as thick as honey. Why does that happen sometimes, he wondered? He reached her, and suddenly they were both naked through the force of his will. They fell to the ground together and kissed deeply for a moment until he mounted her and entered her. His orgasm quickly welled up and he filled her pussy with his hot spunk. Oh man! The feeling was so incredibly tight! But as his orgasm faded, so did the girl. She soon turned into vapor, and he found himself in bed in his dorm room on top of a twitching and quaking girl with his softening cock buried in her mouth._
He let out a breath and realized that he had a full bladder and needed to pee. Fortunately, his cock was inserted into a convenient drain, so he relaxed his muscles and let his urine flow. Her throat muscles massaged his cock as she swallowed his waste in gulp after gulp. Had he not just had an orgasm, that surely would have gotten him off again.
With an empty bladder, he rested his head back down on his pillow, and was soon fast asleep again.
_Swirling images in his mind's eye slowly resolved into the locker room in the Phys. Ed. building. Dr. Stacy, his instructor for the archery elective he was taking, as the college required every student to take a quarter credit of P.E. class every semester, was there--in the men's locker room. Man, she was hot! One of the reasons he signed up for that section of that class was because of her. She looked up and noticed him watching her. She began walking toward him between the rows of lockers, her clothes vanishing as if by magic. Something seemed unusual about the way that just happened, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment. He struggled against the thick air to walk toward her, his own clothes vanishing at his mental command as he did so. Soon, they were in each other's arms, exchanging a deep kiss. He pulled her down on one of the benches between rows of lockers and mounted her. He felt like was about to explode before he even entered her, so he pushed his cock in between her legs and flooded her pussy with his spunk over and over again. As his orgasm was waning, she vanished before his eyes and leaned up. Once again, he lay upon a struggling and twitching girl in his bed, as his cock spurt out one or two last squirts of post cum._
Wow! Two wet dreams in one night! Fucking A! He rested his head back down on the pillow and dozed off once again.
He woke in the morning to hazy sunlight filtering in through the curtains. Glancing at his clock, it was still early--8:30. He usually sleeps until 10:00 or even 11:00 sometimes on weekends. He had a full bladder again, so he peed into Diane's throat, feeling her swallow his piss with her throat muscles. He let out a fart under the blankets, right above her nose, and then rested his head back down on the pillow. Diane squirmed and twitched for a while as he dozed off and on for the next hour or so.
Finally, he noticed his clock glowing 10:30 and decided he was too excited to sleep any more. He threw the covers back and rolled off Diane.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" she screamed through the ring in her mouth, holding her mouth wide open.
Doug put his bathrobe on and then unbuckled the collar and the ring from Diane's head. He then untied her, and she rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a _THUMP!_
"You okay, Diane?" he asked.
