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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


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This story is set about three months after the story "Hypnotic". There may be another story or stories in between that one and this.

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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
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