#

INTENT

*************************************************

Copyright Oggbashan February 2003

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author

of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are

imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not

intended to represent specific places or living persons.

File: Tent4 Version 004 7 February 2003

*************************************************

This story is set about three months after the story "Hypnotic".

There may be another story or stories in between that one and

this.

*************************************************

INTENT

One evening after dinner Neil and I were discussing our

experience of unbirthing and the problems that it had caused with

our relationship several months ago.

"Pearl," he said "what we need is a way of unbirthing that

doesn't require someone else, or the surrender of our

personalities. Something external that we can control within

limits. A disorientation tank or something like it. Something

that cuts off the outside world and gives us the feeling of being

confined in a womb."

"Maybe," I said "but how? Are you going to build a womb for us to

crawl into?"

"Why not?" he said "It should be possible."

That was it. End of topic. We went on to talk about other more

mundane things.

A few days later Neil started again.

"I think I have a practical idea how to do it." he said out of

the blue.

"Do what? What are you talking about?"

"How to make a womb for us to crawl into."

It took me a few moments to realise what he was talking about. I

can make him believe that I "unbirth" him from time to time when

he can't resist the urge to have a cigarette. We both like it

because it gives us a sexual "high" almost instantly. The

disadvantage is that I have to be around and both of us have to

be willing. That doesn't always happen at convenient times, so he

had been thinking of ways that he could be "unbirthed" without me

being there.

"OK, Neil, we've got a few minutes to spare. How would you do

it?"

"I remembered seeing a mountain tent in the window of the sports

shop. To enter it you crawl through a sleeve which is then closed

with a drawstring. The tent itself is a dome shape. That night I

was half asleep when I thought that the tent could be like a

womb. It protects you from the outside elements and is a round

shape."

"So are many things. Cars for example." I retorted.

"Yes. Men's fascination with cars is fairly obviously sexual. But

I was thinking of the possibilities of making an actual womb

substitute. The tent gave me the basic idea. So I started

doodling designs. Stay there and I show you."

Neil left the room and came back with a cloth swathed object in

his hands. He sat beside me and lifted the cloth off. He had made

a small model of his idea.

"This is what I thought of," he said "It is a modification of the

tent."

I looked at the model closely. It looked like a pregnant woman's

body from the neck to halfway down the thighs. Between the

"thighs" was the labia, totally out of scale, far too large. I

poked my finger between the lips. My finger found some resistance

but then most of it was through the "vagina" and inside the

"womb" which felt soft and silky.

"Keep your finger there," Neil said "and I'll show you how it

might work."

He produced a bicycle pump. I laughed.

"Blow-up women? Whatever will you think of next?"

He attached the pump to a valve at the "neck" of the model and

started pumping. The "vagina" contracted tightly around the

lowest joint of my finger and I felt the "womb" pressing inwards.

The constriction on my finger became painful.

"Stop!" I yelled. "That's hurting."

"Sorry, Pearl." He unscrewed the pump and released the valve.

There was a hiss as the pressure was released. I withdrew my

finger and massaged it.

"I couldn't get any real pressure when I was pumping

single-handed. I hadn't realised how much the vagina would

constrict. If someone is inside being "unbirthed" the vagina is

meant to close behind them, not with them in it."

"I felt the vagina constrict," I said "but you can buy artificial

vaginas. What I couldn't work out was what was happening inside

the womb."

"What I thought was that if I could crawl through the vagina into

the womb, and then contract the vagina behind me, I would be

"sealed" inside the womb and therefore "unbirthed". But the womb

would be too large once I was inside. So I provided for the womb

to contract as well, to mold itself tightly around my body, just

as I feel when you have "unbirthed" me. Inside the vagina and

womb I would make the walls soft and yielding yet with a firm

pressure behind."

"That sounds potentially dangerous to me, Neil. How would you

breathe, for example?"

"I've thought of that. The "neck" is covered just with netting,

like a bridal veil. I'd put several layers on to preserve the

internal illusion but I could breathe through there and the

"neck" doesn't contract at all."

"You seem to have thought it through. How would the full size one

work. Are you going to lie inside frantically working the bicycle

pump?"

"No. Apart from destroying the illusion, it would take far too

long. I thought of using an electric air pump, the sort that is

sold for pumping up car tyres and plugs into the cigar socket.

I'd prefer a mains operated pump if I can find one."

"I see another problem. How do you get out?"

"There would be a release valve inside. Just push that and the

device would deflate to its original shape so that I could crawl

out."

"You really want to do this, don't you Neil?"

"Yes, Pearl, I do. Apart from being an "unbirthing" machine, I

like the challenge of transforming this basic model into a full

scale device. It isn't going to be easy to scale this up."

"OK, Neil. If that's what you want to do, go for it. I'd like to

see the final result. Just don't neglect our business while you

are doing it. We need the income."

We work from home as architectural modellers. We make miniature

buildings for architects to show to clients or to Councils when

seeking planning permission. We are a good team. Neil does the

"hard" detail of the buildings, I do the "soft" - the trees,

gardens, people, curtains. I also do room layout models for

shopfitters and interior designers. We are usually busy but work

can be erratic. At this time we were waiting for the go-ahead to

build a model of a new industrial estate but the architects were

still in discussions with the local planning department. Until

the basics were agreed such as road access points, we couldn't

start. So Neil could play with his idea until we had to start

work on that industrial estate. As usual, the model will be

needed "yesterday". Until that order arrived, Neil was

underemployed, so he could play with his idea. It would keep him

out of my hair while I worked on some internal models.

*****

Two weeks later I had nearly forgotten what Neil was doing

because I'd been so busy. I was aware from time to time that he

was using the industrial sewing machine with masses of material

running through but I was too intent on my own work. When I'd

finished my project and delivered it to the customer, Neil knew

that I had some time for other things. That evening, after

dinner, he mentioned the "tent/womb" for the first time since I'd

seen the model.

"Pearl?"

"Yes, Neil."

I was feeling relaxed and happy. Not only had I finished the

project but Neil had been really supportive for the last two

weeks. He had kept out of my way, kept the household running,

cooked all the meals, supplied me with unending cups of coffee,

and tonight he'd produced a celebration candlelit meal with wine

and all the trimmings. I was only just beginning to realise how

much he had done for me over the past two weeks so I was very

pleased with him.

"I have finished the "unbirthing" device. I'd like to try it

out."

"Yes?"

"I need your help. I don't want to get inside without someone

around just in case it goes wrong. It shouldn't, but I want to be

careful."

"So what do you want me to do, Neil?"

"I want to show you how it works, then I'll climb in. You can

help if I get into trouble."

"How long will that take?"

"Probably no more than quarter of an hour. If anything doesn't

work or breaks it should happen early on. Can you spare me that

much time?"

"Of course I can, Neil." I hugged him. "Thank you for looking

after me these last two weeks. I appreciated it even if I didn't

show you then. I've been able to work uninterrupted because of

everything you were doing for me. So where is this dangerous

device?"

"I've built it in the box room. It nearly fills the room with

just enough space to get around the outside."

"Let me see it, then."

I didn't think that Neil would really build it. Now that he had,

I was curious. We went upstairs to the box room. He flung the

door open. I couldn't avoid giggling. Facing us was the massive

labia and the stumpy legs. Rising behind was the dome of the womb

and the projecting breasts. The whole thing was in pink, with a

darker pink inside the lower lips.

"I know, Pearl, it looks ridiculous. But does it work? That is

what I need to know."

"What do I do?"

"This is the main switch for the pump. It is mains powered and is

plugged into a timer in that socket. The pump can be turned off

or the timer unplugged. Either will cause a slow deflation. There

is a valve inside which can be opened to release the pressure

fast. What I want you to do is listen to me. If I'm in trouble,

either switch off the pump or pull the plug."

"I can manage that."

"Then I'll set the timer and switch the pump on. It won't start

working until I'm partly in because there is a switch inside. I

haven't been able to test that one yet. It should start, run for

about ten minutes and then the pump should stop. It will take

another five minutes to deflate enough for me to crawl out. OK?"

"OK. I look like having a boring quarter of an hour, but if

that's what you want, go for it."

"Thank you Pearl. When I've tested it, you can try it, if you

want to."

"I'll see what it does to you first, Neil. I don't want to be

squeezed in your machine until I know that it is safe."

Neil stripped to his boxer shorts and fed his legs in past the

large lips. It was an effort for him to climb in. Just before the

lips closed behind him he reached up with his head. I heard the

pump start beside me. Nothing seemed to happen for a minute then

the opening between the lips puckered and slowly shut. The lips

"grew" and pressed together hiding the darker pink lining. They

closed tighter and tighter until all that was visible of where

the opening had been was a faint crease between the "legs".

I tried to push my hand in that crease. There was no way I could

even get a fingertip in. Neil was well and truly sealed in his

"womb".

I shouted to him.

"Neil! The outside is completely shut. How are you?"

"I'm OK, Pearl." His voice was very muffled "The inside of the

opening has closed as well."

I could barely hear him. It wasn't the noise of the pump. That

was barely audible. He was muffled by layers of soft padding.

"You'll have to shout, Neil. It is difficult to hear you." I

yelled loudly.

"I am shouting, Pearl." His voice was still very far away.

I moved gingerly around the "body" to the veiled "neck" opening.

"Can you hear me better from here?" I shouted.

"Yes, Pearl." His voice was slightly louder but still faint.

"What's happening?"

"The walls of the womb are contracting around me. I'm gradually

curling myself up. Everything seems to be working well."

I looked at my watch. He had been inside for about three minutes.

I was getting worried. I didn't like the way the labia had shut

so impenetrably.

"Neil! You've been inside for three minutes. Can you take seven

more minutes of increasing pressure?"

"It won't increase for that long, Pearl. It is the lowest

setting. The pressure should stop increasing in a couple of

minutes and then hold at that level until the pump switches off."

"OK," I yelled back.

He was right. A couple of minutes more and the sound of the pump

changed.

"The pump sounds as if it is idling. Is that right?"

"Yes, Pearl."

"How are you?"

"It isn't the same as being "unbirthed" by you. I still have room

to move around. At present there would be room for both of us in

here without being squashed. However it is a very good substitute

for the real thing. Next time I'd try a higher setting."

I waited. The pump stopped. I was aware of a faint hissing.

Several minutes passed before the labia began to unfold. Almost

exactly fifteen minutes after he crawled in I saw his hands

emerge followed by the rest of him.

"You had me worried, Neil. The outside shut so tight that I

couldn't even get a finger in."

"It is meant to do that, Pearl. The idea is that I'm helplessly

contained in your womb with no means of escape. Do you want to

see inside? As it is, without the pump running."

"Yes. I'd like to compare it with my experience with Ruby."

"Then in you go. Take your shoes off, at least."

"I'll do better than that. I'll strip to bra and panties. You can

follow me in and show me your new "womb"."

As I thought, that got Neil excited. I wriggled in head first.

His head was so close behind that he touched my rump a couple of

times.

Getting through the "vagina" was a wriggle. The walls grabbed at

me and I had to resist their clutches. I entered the "womb". It

was like being between two bowls, one inverted over the other,

both softly lined with pink satin over layers of quilted padding.

Everything was a pink haze from the overhead tube in the box room

filtering through the layers above.

In the whole way in I hadn't felt a single hard edge or surface.

I sat back against the far wall. I could see the veiling of the

neck opening beside me.

Neil crawled in and sat opposite me. There was a least a metre of

space between us. He grinned.

"What do you think, Pearl?"

"It is a nice love-tent. I could do things in here. It is so soft

and giving."

"I hoped you might feel like that."

He crawled across and cuddled up to me. We sat looking towards

the puckered inside opening of the "vagina" passage.

"How tight did that close?" I asked.

"So tightly that I couldn't even see where it was. It vanished

into the lining."

"What about this neck opening?"

"That reduced in size but was still obvious. I had my back to it

much of the time because it detracted from the effect. I had to

face it to hear you."

"I was shouting as hard as I could, Neil. The neighbours would

have heard me but they are on holiday."

"As loud as that? I was shouting too."

"It wouldn't do for both of us to get stuck in here, would it? No

one would hear us calling for help. I could barely hear you even

when I had my head right by the neck."

"If ever we both use it together, we had better have some way of

calling for help. Perhaps we could bring a mobile phone in with

us."

"Who would we call? We would be in a very embarrassing position."

"Isn't it obvious, Pearl? The only person we could call is your

sister Ruby."

"But she'd take at least two hours to get here! We would be stuck

for that long even if she could come at once."

"I can't think of anyone else. Can you? It needs to be someone

who has a key to the house, and our neighbours are away."

"No. I wouldn't want anyone else to know. Even Ruby would never

let us forget it."

"It is unlikely anyway. There is a release valve just beside you

in the neck opening. Even if the pump didn't switch off, the

valve would deflate everything."

"OK. I'd like to try. While were in here, why not try the other

possibilities?"

I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I didn't need to say

anything. Soon we were both stark naked and he was held where he

should be. The sensation was not unlike a water bed, but even in

our most passionate writhing we were caressed by the inside of

Neil's home made "womb".

Afterwards I wanted to try his device for myself.

"Neil. I want to try it. Crawl out, get your phone and set the

timer."

"Are you sure, Pearl?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Do it before I change my mind."

He crawled out. I crawled to the outside edge of the vagina and

waited. He passed me the phone.

"Pearl, we have to operate the inside switch. It is above your

head."

I turned. There in the folds was a model of a clitoris. I reached

up and touched it.

"How does it work?"

"You suck it. That turns it on."

I reached up and sucked. I felt a slight change in pressure.

"Do you want the bathroom before we start?"

Neil is practical at times. I did. I went and returned. Neil was

waiting with just his head protruding.

"Can you set the timer, Ruby? No more than fifteen minutes."

"Yes."

I twirled the timer. Neil's head was retreating inside.

"Suck that switch as you come in."

I sucked. I didn't feel the pressure change so I sucked again.

Nothing. I sucked a third time. That I felt. Head first I crawled

hurriedly in as I heard the pump start. Even as I emerged into

the womb the vagina had begun to close around me. Perhaps that

was why Neil entered feet first. That way he had less to get

through when the pump started.

I fell into Neil's arms. He was looking intently at the opening

I'd just come through. It was shrinking as he watched. I followed

his gaze and saw the opening close to a puckered line which

quickly disappeared under the lining of the womb. The walls were

visibly moving in towards us.

"How did you suck the switch?" he asked.

"I sucked hard. It didn't seem to work so I sucked again."

"How many times did you suck in total?"

"I don't know. Three I think."

"Oh ****! It is a stepping switch. Each suck takes it one step

further."

"Does that matter?" I asked idly as I snuggled against him.

"I hope not. We always have the release valve."

I kissed him. He responded. We were distracted for the next few

minutes. The womb continued to contract around us. Movement was

becoming difficult and we were pressed closer and closer

together. I was curled around Neil, my breasts against his back.

Then I had a thought.

"Where did you put the phone?"

"In the neck opening."

"Where is it?"

"What?"

"The phone."

Neil reached to pull the phone out from behind us. Then he swore,

pushed me aside and his hand scrabbled in the neck opening.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'd better call Ruby NOW. We may be too late." He was very

worried.

"Why should I call Ruby?"

"The safety valve is hidden by the contracting walls. I can't

reach it. If you hadn't mentioned the phone when you did, even

that would be out of reach. Look!"

I looked. The "neck" opening was about a third of its original

size and visibly shrinking. Neil strained to push his hand back

in it and felt around inside. He grabbed the veiling and tore it

away.

"Didn't that happen when you were in here on your own?" I asked.

"No. It didn't. The edges were slightly rounder. That was all.

You must have set the switch to the higher level. If it shuts

completely we might run out of air."

"No way we can stop it?"

"Not unless I can reach the valve. I can't even feel where it

should be. I've managed to remove the veiling on the inside. I

can't reach the outside. There isn't room for my arm to get

through."

I had turned the phone on and pressed the shortcut to dial Ruby.

"Hello."

"Hello, Ruby, it's Pearl."

"Hi, Pearl. Why are you ringing me at this time of night? Are you

in trouble?"

"I think we are. We may need you to come here in a hurry."

"What? Now? It's nearly midnight."

"I know."

I explained what our situation was. Ruby started laughing but

soon stopped when she realised just how serious things might be.

She was willing to come but would she be in time?

"Pearl, are you sure you set the timer for fifteen minutes?"

"Yes, I turned it fifteen divisions before pressing go."

"Oh no!" shouted Neil.

"What did your Neil say?" Ruby asked.

"Hang on. What's up Neil?"

"Each division is five minutes. Fifteen divisions is seventy-five

minutes, not fifteen minutes. We have been in here about ten

minutes. We have over an hour before the pump switches off."

"Did you hear that Ruby?"

"Yes. You two are a pair of idiots, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are. Can you help?"

"Pearl, even if I left NOW, I wouldn't be there until nearly an

hour after the pump is due to switch off. If it doesn't then I

could help. If it does then when I arrive you will be out and

waiting for me. You need someone much nearer than me, if you need

anyone at all."

"There isn't anyone. The only local people with a key are our

next door neighbours. They are on holiday abroad. We have their

key."

"There is the Fire Brigade."

"Oh no!"

"Yes, Pearl. Think about it. If your lives are really threatened

by your Neil's infernal device, the Fire Brigade are the only

ones who could get to you in time."

"But ..."

"I know. It would be embarrassing, and expensive. They'd have to

smash a window or door to get in, and they'd probably cut your

Neil's device apart to get you out. And I suppose you aren't

wearing much?"

"Nothing at all. I've got a translucent bra and panties with me.

But not on. Neil's got his boxers."

"You are a silly pair, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sis, we are."

"All I can suggest is that you two stay calm and watch to see

whether you are in any real danger. If you are, call the Fire

Brigade. If not, wait the seventy-five minutes. I'll ring you

back then. If you are still stuck but not in danger I'll drive

down and let you out. If I have to do that, you two will owe me a

big favour, won't you?"

"Yes, Ruby. Even if you don't have to come, we'll owe you for the

advice at least."

"Ring me in what? - A quarter of an hour. If you are still OK, we

can see what else can be done. Otherwise I'll ring you in an hour

and a quarter. OK?"

"Yes, Ruby. Thank you."

I ended the call but left the phone on standby. Even in the time

that I had been talking to Ruby the womb had contracted further.

I was unable to move away from Neil. He was curled into a ball

and I was wrapped around him. If the womb was operating correctly

I would be enjoying myself. I had nothing to lose. So why didn't

I make the waiting fun? I wriggled my left arm past his back and

found his erection. My fingers closed around it. He groaned.

"Sorry, Pearl. I should have ..."

"Shut up, Neil, and enjoy the waiting."

I rubbed my breasts against his back and gently started

squeezing. He fed a hand behind him and his fingers entered me.

We enjoyed the next few minutes in mutual pleasure. Even after I

had brought him off he continued to finger me through several

orgasms. Each time I hugged him even tighter than the contracting

womb was holding us.

"Stop it now, Neil," I sighed. "I need to ring Ruby." He stopped.

I gave him a final hug and struggled to get the phone to my

mouth.

"Hello, Pearl," Ruby answered. "Still OK?"

"Yes, Ruby. I'm beginning to enjoy Neil's "womb". It is certainly

different."

"Are you still able to breathe?"

"Yes. We have been in about twenty five minutes. It doesn't seem

to be contracting any more. It is just as well we are husband and

wife. We couldn't get closer to each other if we wanted to."

"So you are NOT in danger?"

"I don't think so. Neil? What do you think?"

"I think we are OK. There is still a small passage through the

neck. We can breathe. I think the womb has contracted as much as

it is going to, this time. We just have to wait until the pump

switches off and see what happens then."

"Can you hear the pump?" Ruby asked.

"No." I replied. "We cannot hear anything outside. When Neil was

in here on his own he could only hear me when I was shouting as

loudly as I can. Now we are in an even smaller space than he was

we can't hear a thing. It is odd. We don't sound right even

talking to each other. Our voices get absorbed by the womb."

"I'll ring you back in about fifty-five minutes from now. You

should be noticing the womb deflating by then. Remember, if you

are running out of air - call the Fire Brigade first. Bye."

"Bye, Ruby." I put the phone back on standby.

"What are we going to do for the next fifty-five minutes, Pearl?"

Neil asked.

"We can't do much, can we? We can barely move an arm. We just

have to lie here and enjoy each other's company. We have no

choice, have we. Your "womb" is holding us too tight for anything

else."

"It was meant to but not for so long."

"When we get out I might shove you back in and leave you inside

for hours. It was your idea."

"I know, Pearl. It was meant to be enjoyable, not a life

threatening imprisonment. I had the escape valve which we can't

reach so I could get out whenever I'd had enough."

"Unlike when I unbirthed you. Then I left you no escape at all.

You were "inside" as long as I wanted you to be. You had no

choice, did you, Neil?"

"No. That was frightening at times."

"I'm sorry, Neil." I hugged him. "I love you. I wanted to help

you and protect you."

"I know. But ..."

I wriggled a hand across his mouth.

"Sssh!" I said. He kissed my hand.

I continued "We got Ruby to sort us out about that. Now you agree

before I do it. You enjoy it. So do I. That is why you built this

"womb" we're trapped in. If I could, I'd unbirth you while we're

waiting. At least you wouldn't be aware of the time passing."

Neil's lips moved under my hand.

"I can't do it, though. I forgot to bring a skirt in with me."

His lips moved again. I relented and moved my hand away.

"I wouldn't want you to, Pearl. We're in this together. I

wouldn't want be unconscious leaving you wait alone."

"You couldn't leave me alone. You'd be trapped inside me unable

to get out. You would be inside me, inside this womb. Just like

when I unbirthed you and Ruby unbirthed me. Then you were aware

that you were in my womb and that I was inside Ruby. I wasn't.

Now I am aware. If I unbirthed you I would know how it feels to

be held while holding you. But I can't do it without a skirt."

"You could."

"How? I've always needed a skirt."

"No. You haven't needed the skirt. I'm the one who needed the

skirt to give me the illusion of being wrapped inside you. I'm

already wrapped inside one womb. It shouldn't take much to wrap

me inside another."

"But with what, Neil? I've only got my translucent panties and

bra somewhere in here. Even if I could find them, which I doubt,

they wouldn't wrap much. What can I use?"

"Your body, Pearl."

"My body? I can't physically unbirth you. Even if I could, we

haven't got room to get into a suitable position. I can't even

move to pussy smother you."

"All I really need is my head held and my face covered. You have

one hand close to my mouth. If you could get the other arm and

hand around my head, I think that would do it."

"You think so?"

I was not sure that it would work. I wriggled my other arm past

his head. He was already pressed back against me. As I wriggled

his head sank from under my chin to my cleavage. The back of his

head was cradled between my breasts. I felt his ears press on

each breast.

I tightened my arms around his head. His mouth was in the bend of

my left elbow. His eyes were covered by my right arm. I pulled

hard as I adjusted my position against the drag of the

constricting womb. As I did, I felt him flop into his unbirthed

state. He, at least, had found that my body was more than enough

to unbirth him. I eased my legs around his hips and snuggled him

tightly in my embrace. Then I settled down to wait with my man

wholly wrapped inside me. I felt a warm glow inside as I

appreciated the sensation of wholly owning Neil and enfolding him

in my love. I even enjoyed the pressure of the artificial womb

around me. That was Neil's construction and it was holding me as

I was holding him.

I drifted off to a peaceful sleep thinking of nesting Russian

dolls. Was Neil inside me or was I inside him? Whichever it was I

was enjoying being held so comprehensively and comfortably.

*****

I woke up with a start as the mobile phone rang. I reached for it

and put it to my ear. Just as I answered the phone I realised

that my movements had been unrestricted.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello Pearl? How are you both?" asked Ruby.

"OK, I think. I've been asleep. Neil is unbirthed so he is

unaware of anything except me."

"How did you do that with no clothes? Never mind. What matters is

whether Neil's infernal machine still has you trapped or can you

get out?"

"I'm not sure. Hang on. I'll check."

I looked around. The neck opening had dilated to its normal size

and now looked bare without the veiling that Neil had torn away.

I unwound Neil from my arms and legs and turned round to face the

vagina. That was clearly visible. I crawled to it and put my arm

in followed by a shoulder. Clutching the phone in one hand I

crawled through into the open.

"Ruby?"

"Yes, Pearl."

"I'm out. I'll have to go back in to wake Neil up but I'll turn

the pump off and disconnect it first. The crisis is over. Thanks

for being ready to help your stupid sister."

"That's OK, Pearl. Just think next time, please. And I think you

owe me a favour for this."

"I know, Ruby, I know. Just ask."

"I will, and soon. My Neil wants a foursome."

"OK. I thought that was coming. We'll arrange it between us. Give

me a ring later. Now I have to get MY Neil out and get some

sleep."

"OK, Pearl. See you."

I turned the pump off and pulled the plug out of the wall socket.

Then a thought struck me. Neil had put both of us in danger yet

all he had from the experience was enjoyment. He deserved some

punishment for his recklessness. I went to the bedroom and

gathered up some items from the washing basket. I wrote a note

for Neil and I returned to the box room.

I crawled carefully through the tight vagina. Neil was still

asleep curled in a foetal position. Very delicately I wrapped

used pantyhose around his arms and legs and tied him . I picked

up my discarded panties and bra. I folded the panties into a pad

and rested them over his mouth. I tied the bra around his head

pressing the panties into his mouth. He stirred briefly as I

tightened the knot. Finally I left the note beside him, crawled

out through the vagina and went to bed. I drifted off to sleep

imagining Neil's reaction when he woke up. The note I had left

read:

"I have set the timer for eight a.m. and the pressure switch to

maximum. The timer will not switch off for three hours or until I

wake up and turn it off manually. Since it is Sunday morning I

intend to have a lie in. I hope that you are good at escapology.

Love Pearl."

Actually I had left the pump unplugged. But Neil had given me a

fright. Why shouldn't he have one as well? No matter how he

struggled he was unlikely to get free from my pantyhose bonds. I

know how to tie Neil up. My alarm was set for a quarter to eight.

I might wait until one minute to eight before releasing him. Or

should it be five minutes past?

THE END