dolphin20pl1
04-23-2004, 10:25 PM
**Added a little more to Ralphs story, hopefully more later**
The bizarre spectical continued to unfold right there before Ralphs unbelieving eyes. Mavis didn`t move once upon the coffin like contraption in which this new victim had been all but permanently sealed. She simply applied her make-up just as any woman does, paying little attention to the ever increasing muffled cries coming from beneath her all smothering ass & thighs as she sat surveying herself in the mirror. Ralph stood utterly stupified, his lower jaw dropping as he watched in disbelief. He coughed aloud as though attempting to alert Mavis of the mans impending demise but she remained cruelly oblivious to his plight. Then all of a sudden, just as Ralph thought she had remained seated just that little bit too long, she mercifully lifted just slightly to the left to allow the by then frantically struggling man to breath.
His desperate intake of breath & his babbling pleas were highly audible to Ralph as he watched the guys mouth become just visible as the huge butt cheek of Mavis`s ass unsealed it for a brief five or six seconds before cruelly steamrollering back down over it to silence him once again beneath it`s nyloned fleshy folds.
It was a pittiful sight to behold, Ralph just couldn`t believe how Mavis could be so uncaring & callous in her actions, in his wildest fantasies he had often dreamt of such things as those he were now wittnessing, but never in his life did he ever expect to find a woman that would actually act like the women in those dreams. Until Ralph met Mavis, he had always assumed that women were more or less incapable of anything but loving, caring acts. Mavis however was most definitely an eye opener to say the very least for she typified the kind of cruelty that Ralph thought impossible of women in general.
Eventually of course, she finally finished with her almost obsessive make-up routine after about fifteen minutes, during which time, she had allowed the poor half dying wretch beneath her a breath may`be only ten or so times at most. Then, as though she hadn`t quite remained seated there for long enough, she casually began to brush her hair for a further two or three minutes before eventually & mercifully rising from her stool.
Ralph was to say the least relieved when she did so, his arrousal however was most evident to Mavis who merely smiled knowingly on noticing the bulge at the front of the shorts he wore as she stood & then walked to her wardrobe to fetch a pair of high heeled shoes to wear. Ralph could do little else but stare down at the seat upon which she had just been sat, the trapped face within it appeared reddened & flushed from the ordeal beneath Mavis`s heavy & oppressive, skirted backside & as it`s owner began to get his barings, the enormity of the situation in which he now found himself gradually began to dawn upon him.
The poor mans eyes darted towards Mavis where she stood near the opened wardrobe fishing about within it, then to Ralph standing still next to the laundry basket. “Mavis!”, he cried, “Mavis what the hell have you done to me, where am I”, he hollered, then upon realising that he had been restrained, he began to struggle against the restraints inside the box. “Get me out of this thing Mavis”, cried the man, his expression becoming ever more confused at the strange situation that was unfolding.
Ralph looked over to Mavis as though waiting for her response, she however said nothing as she quite casually took out her faux fur coat from the wardrobe to slip it about her shoulders. The man in the box then turned his attention to Ralph as he continued to struggle vainly. “Get me outta here man”, he cried, “what are you doing just standing there, get me outta this thing”, he added. Mavis then turned to Ralph with a stern look upon her face, her huge breasts wobbling about almost obscenely beneath the taut silk of her blouse as she spun about quickly.
“Ya tamper wiv that box & ya kin ferget about yer freedom seatboy”, said Mavis abruptly, “I`m goin out inta town fer a bit, ya kin get on wiv the laundry basket job while I`m gone, don`t want ya bein disturbed by him so he`s gonna get a pair of me knickers tied in his mouth to keep him quiet while ya works ok”, added Mavis who was by then already removing her last worn pair from the said laundry basket as she spoke. She then advanced upon the dresser seat in haste as the face within it stared up horrified by her intentions.
“Mavis no, please, Ma….”, cried the man as she quickly & easilly forced them firmly into his by then gasping mouth to silence his pleas in an instance. She wasn`t done yet though for she then quickly picked up one of her previously worn, discarded stockings from where it had fallen the night before so as to feed it beneath the back of his head, & then tie it up & around his mouth to keep the knickers in & so render his pathetic cries as little more than muffled bleats in the process. This done, she finally walked from the dresser towards the door of the room, a smile upon her heavilly painted lips as her skirted hips & arse wobbled in a slow undulating motion as she walked away.
She poked Ralph in the chest as she passed him & then she stopped to attach the usual length of chain to the collar around his neck before padlocking it then to the iron grate in the old fireplace that still remained in the bedroom. “As fer you”, she said, her lips screwing into a cruel, sadistic smile, “I wants this new job done by the time I get`s back, d`ya understand me boy, & when I get`s back, I wants ya in the armchair again cos Rose is coming round to watch a video wiv me tonight before we goes out ok”, she added. Ralph could only nod, as his gaze once again returned to the writhing, bound up head trapped firmly in the seat of Mavis`s dresser stool as she disappeared from sight down the stairs & out of the front door without so much as a by your leave.
Ralph had never felt so helpless in his life, he so wanted to help the poor guy in the stool but to do so now would jeapordise his own freedom for sure. Until now, these tasks she had set him had been unconnected to real people, now though he felt ashamed that his own warped fantasies had allowed all of this to come into fruition. As a direct result of this, another man had now fallen prey to Mavis`s unrelenting cruelty & in the days to come, yet more men would find themselves in positions of utmost humiliation & degradation simply because of his own fantasy ramblings & the bizarre modifications Mavis had ordered him to carry out.
The chain linking him to the iron grill of course prevented him from reaching the man & helping him anyway, for it was only long enough for him to carry out the new job upon the laundry basket & the floorboards beneath it. Ralph sighed audibly, his very soul sinking within & then he reluctantly set about the task in hand whilst trying his best to ignore the sometimes frantic muffled pleas coming from his poor doomed compatriate locked inside the dresser stool.
Mavis didn`t return until 4pm that day, she had bought yet more clothing & a new video recorder & tv with Ralphs rapidly diminishing money. He had finished the adaptations to the floor & the laundry basket to Mavis`s specifications, it`s bottom section had been cut out & the floorboards had been removed & refashioned into the required two sectioned, hinged trapdoor that Mavis had requested.
The cavity beneath had likewise been created, complete with fixed leather restraints & rubber waste removal tubing that had been silicone fixed directly into the outlet pipes coming from Mavis`s bathroom.
Ralph was exhausted from the work, his heart sank however when he saw her walk into the room, for she was now wearing a new brown leather skirt, short enough to show her ample, awesome nylon covered thighs. It seemed she had also visited the hairdressers as well for she now sported a high stacked couferred purple rinse that made her look every inch the ageing tart as she strolled arrogantly past him to imediately, & rather cruelly sit directly upon her dresser stool without one look down into the panicked face fixed within it.
Ralph couldn`t believe it, Mavis actually smiled as she sat, the smooth kid leather of her new skirt smothering the face heavily beneath it as her wide matronly thighs & backside splurged all over the entire surface of the seat to completely obliterate the visage enclosed within it from the rest of the world around it. She then crossed her legs, deliberately, one over the other as though to allow Ralph an unhindered view directly up at her nylon tighted crotch high up in the apex of her legs as it slowly covered the, by then, pleading face underneath it in her unashamed seating.
“Is it finished”, sais Mavis lighting up a cigarette as she spoke. “Yes it`s finished”, said Ralph, his eyes still fixed firmly upon her lower extremities as they slowly & inexorably suffocated the man beneath them. “The tubing as well?”, she asked, ignoring the muffled pleas coming from beneath her skirt. Ralph just nodded to indicate that the tubing was in place too. “Good”, said Mavis, “now to get ya back in the armchair, me n Rose will both be sittin on ya tonight, then we`ll be goin to the social club to pick someone up”, she added. Ralph knew better than to ask who.
The bizarre spectical continued to unfold right there before Ralphs unbelieving eyes. Mavis didn`t move once upon the coffin like contraption in which this new victim had been all but permanently sealed. She simply applied her make-up just as any woman does, paying little attention to the ever increasing muffled cries coming from beneath her all smothering ass & thighs as she sat surveying herself in the mirror. Ralph stood utterly stupified, his lower jaw dropping as he watched in disbelief. He coughed aloud as though attempting to alert Mavis of the mans impending demise but she remained cruelly oblivious to his plight. Then all of a sudden, just as Ralph thought she had remained seated just that little bit too long, she mercifully lifted just slightly to the left to allow the by then frantically struggling man to breath.
His desperate intake of breath & his babbling pleas were highly audible to Ralph as he watched the guys mouth become just visible as the huge butt cheek of Mavis`s ass unsealed it for a brief five or six seconds before cruelly steamrollering back down over it to silence him once again beneath it`s nyloned fleshy folds.
It was a pittiful sight to behold, Ralph just couldn`t believe how Mavis could be so uncaring & callous in her actions, in his wildest fantasies he had often dreamt of such things as those he were now wittnessing, but never in his life did he ever expect to find a woman that would actually act like the women in those dreams. Until Ralph met Mavis, he had always assumed that women were more or less incapable of anything but loving, caring acts. Mavis however was most definitely an eye opener to say the very least for she typified the kind of cruelty that Ralph thought impossible of women in general.
Eventually of course, she finally finished with her almost obsessive make-up routine after about fifteen minutes, during which time, she had allowed the poor half dying wretch beneath her a breath may`be only ten or so times at most. Then, as though she hadn`t quite remained seated there for long enough, she casually began to brush her hair for a further two or three minutes before eventually & mercifully rising from her stool.
Ralph was to say the least relieved when she did so, his arrousal however was most evident to Mavis who merely smiled knowingly on noticing the bulge at the front of the shorts he wore as she stood & then walked to her wardrobe to fetch a pair of high heeled shoes to wear. Ralph could do little else but stare down at the seat upon which she had just been sat, the trapped face within it appeared reddened & flushed from the ordeal beneath Mavis`s heavy & oppressive, skirted backside & as it`s owner began to get his barings, the enormity of the situation in which he now found himself gradually began to dawn upon him.
The poor mans eyes darted towards Mavis where she stood near the opened wardrobe fishing about within it, then to Ralph standing still next to the laundry basket. “Mavis!”, he cried, “Mavis what the hell have you done to me, where am I”, he hollered, then upon realising that he had been restrained, he began to struggle against the restraints inside the box. “Get me out of this thing Mavis”, cried the man, his expression becoming ever more confused at the strange situation that was unfolding.
Ralph looked over to Mavis as though waiting for her response, she however said nothing as she quite casually took out her faux fur coat from the wardrobe to slip it about her shoulders. The man in the box then turned his attention to Ralph as he continued to struggle vainly. “Get me outta here man”, he cried, “what are you doing just standing there, get me outta this thing”, he added. Mavis then turned to Ralph with a stern look upon her face, her huge breasts wobbling about almost obscenely beneath the taut silk of her blouse as she spun about quickly.
“Ya tamper wiv that box & ya kin ferget about yer freedom seatboy”, said Mavis abruptly, “I`m goin out inta town fer a bit, ya kin get on wiv the laundry basket job while I`m gone, don`t want ya bein disturbed by him so he`s gonna get a pair of me knickers tied in his mouth to keep him quiet while ya works ok”, added Mavis who was by then already removing her last worn pair from the said laundry basket as she spoke. She then advanced upon the dresser seat in haste as the face within it stared up horrified by her intentions.
“Mavis no, please, Ma….”, cried the man as she quickly & easilly forced them firmly into his by then gasping mouth to silence his pleas in an instance. She wasn`t done yet though for she then quickly picked up one of her previously worn, discarded stockings from where it had fallen the night before so as to feed it beneath the back of his head, & then tie it up & around his mouth to keep the knickers in & so render his pathetic cries as little more than muffled bleats in the process. This done, she finally walked from the dresser towards the door of the room, a smile upon her heavilly painted lips as her skirted hips & arse wobbled in a slow undulating motion as she walked away.
She poked Ralph in the chest as she passed him & then she stopped to attach the usual length of chain to the collar around his neck before padlocking it then to the iron grate in the old fireplace that still remained in the bedroom. “As fer you”, she said, her lips screwing into a cruel, sadistic smile, “I wants this new job done by the time I get`s back, d`ya understand me boy, & when I get`s back, I wants ya in the armchair again cos Rose is coming round to watch a video wiv me tonight before we goes out ok”, she added. Ralph could only nod, as his gaze once again returned to the writhing, bound up head trapped firmly in the seat of Mavis`s dresser stool as she disappeared from sight down the stairs & out of the front door without so much as a by your leave.
Ralph had never felt so helpless in his life, he so wanted to help the poor guy in the stool but to do so now would jeapordise his own freedom for sure. Until now, these tasks she had set him had been unconnected to real people, now though he felt ashamed that his own warped fantasies had allowed all of this to come into fruition. As a direct result of this, another man had now fallen prey to Mavis`s unrelenting cruelty & in the days to come, yet more men would find themselves in positions of utmost humiliation & degradation simply because of his own fantasy ramblings & the bizarre modifications Mavis had ordered him to carry out.
The chain linking him to the iron grill of course prevented him from reaching the man & helping him anyway, for it was only long enough for him to carry out the new job upon the laundry basket & the floorboards beneath it. Ralph sighed audibly, his very soul sinking within & then he reluctantly set about the task in hand whilst trying his best to ignore the sometimes frantic muffled pleas coming from his poor doomed compatriate locked inside the dresser stool.
Mavis didn`t return until 4pm that day, she had bought yet more clothing & a new video recorder & tv with Ralphs rapidly diminishing money. He had finished the adaptations to the floor & the laundry basket to Mavis`s specifications, it`s bottom section had been cut out & the floorboards had been removed & refashioned into the required two sectioned, hinged trapdoor that Mavis had requested.
The cavity beneath had likewise been created, complete with fixed leather restraints & rubber waste removal tubing that had been silicone fixed directly into the outlet pipes coming from Mavis`s bathroom.
Ralph was exhausted from the work, his heart sank however when he saw her walk into the room, for she was now wearing a new brown leather skirt, short enough to show her ample, awesome nylon covered thighs. It seemed she had also visited the hairdressers as well for she now sported a high stacked couferred purple rinse that made her look every inch the ageing tart as she strolled arrogantly past him to imediately, & rather cruelly sit directly upon her dresser stool without one look down into the panicked face fixed within it.
Ralph couldn`t believe it, Mavis actually smiled as she sat, the smooth kid leather of her new skirt smothering the face heavily beneath it as her wide matronly thighs & backside splurged all over the entire surface of the seat to completely obliterate the visage enclosed within it from the rest of the world around it. She then crossed her legs, deliberately, one over the other as though to allow Ralph an unhindered view directly up at her nylon tighted crotch high up in the apex of her legs as it slowly covered the, by then, pleading face underneath it in her unashamed seating.
“Is it finished”, sais Mavis lighting up a cigarette as she spoke. “Yes it`s finished”, said Ralph, his eyes still fixed firmly upon her lower extremities as they slowly & inexorably suffocated the man beneath them. “The tubing as well?”, she asked, ignoring the muffled pleas coming from beneath her skirt. Ralph just nodded to indicate that the tubing was in place too. “Good”, said Mavis, “now to get ya back in the armchair, me n Rose will both be sittin on ya tonight, then we`ll be goin to the social club to pick someone up”, she added. Ralph knew better than to ask who.