Sue Fantasy Part 1 F/M M/F

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Sue Fantasy Part 1
Part 1
“Hello, my name is Sue and I am calling on behalf of the 20 Year Study on Aging. I wish to speak to Ron.”

“Speaking”.

“The study has been authorized to add another component regarding how participants are coping with Covid-19. Would it be possible to set up an interview with you at your home? I will take all precautions and we get tested regularly.”

So it was arranged that she come over in the morning a couple of days ahead.

“Good morning,” Ron said through his mask. The lady was about his age, fairly slim. He couldn’t see much of her face under her mask.

“I am Sue and a good morning to you. I am hoping that I am not upsetting you or your wife.” She noticed Ron blanch at this statement, and his eyes clouded over.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“My wife passed away in her sleep two weeks ago.”

“Oh, dear, I didn’t know. I’ll come back at a better time.”

“You’re here now. We may as well get it over with.”

“I know what you are going through; I lost my husband two years ago. Cancer.”

“Then after the interview, maybe you can tell me how you coped.”

“We’ll see.” Sue was definitely not over her loss. She had just started this job in hopes that it would aid her in adjusting. This was a bad way to start.

Ron led her to the dining room table where he had already arranged an extension cord for her recorder and tablet.

Sue started the interview with a little more information on the expansion of the study. Then she began her questions, starting generally, then focusing on effects of the pandemic.

Ron and his wife were not badly affected – a couple of shared activities were replaced by Zoom events. They had to cancel their son’s visit at Thanksgiving as they lived far away in an area perpetually in the Red zone. He had not even been able to come when his mother died.

Questions included ones about changes in alcohol use, tobacco, exercise, social activities, intimate activities. Ron revealed that his wife suffered heart problems with the implication that such activities were long past, besides his prostate cancer and subsequent treatment made him ineffective.

One unusual question was about whether Ron was happy with his sex – had he ever had thoughts that he should have been born a female.

“No, but if I ever came back as another person, I wouldn’t mind it being as a woman. Born when I was about 15 or so, so I would miss puberty, menstruation starting. Maybe older.”

“Would you like to elaborate?”

“I’d like to know how a woman feels. Her breasts, her genitals. Especially during intimate activities.”

“Breasts, they are a bit of a nuisance. And menstruation is a real pain. Go on.”

“That’s all for now.”

After each question Sue made notes on her tablet, even though the interview was being recorded.

“One last question. To help you cope with Covid-19, do you fantasize?” Sue wasn’t comfortable with the question; it seemed to be too prying.

“I do, but not specifically for the pandemic.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

Ron shook his head, pointed at the recorder, and made a slicing motion across his neck. Not with the recorder on. “No.”

Sue thanked him, switched off the recorder, and closed her tablet.

Ron said, “Yes I do fantasize, but not particularly in response to Covid-19.”

“Can you give me an example?”

“While you have been interviewing me, I’ve created a fantasy about you.”

Sue raised her eyebrow questioningly.

“I promise that you are safe, and may leave anytime.”

Sue placed the recorder and tablet in her tote bag, pulling her can of mace from the bottom to near at hand.

“Would you like to elaborate?”

“I started to invent a fantasy as you interviewed me, when you were typing your notes.

“You were not happy with some of my answers to your survey, so you came back the next day and pulled a gun on me. You forced me into the basement and tied me to a chair, or rather, instructed me as to how to tie myself, roughly immobilize my hands. Then you tightened the bonds and added more rope. You cut my clothes off and proceeded to attach electrodes to my body – penis, something in my rectum, torso, legs, neck, nipples. You added a blindfold, secured with duct tape. Duct tapped my mouth shut.

“There was a device on the floor (but I couldn’t see it) to which the electrode wires were attached. All you had to do was step on the device, and the act of stepping sent a pulse of electricity through 2 of the wires, and also changed the pair for the next step.

“You stepped on the device and sent shocks through various parts of me.

“Then you asked if I was ready to give you the answers you wanted. I shook my head, and you stomped a couple of more times. The harder you pressed, the more intense the shock.

“’I’ll leave you here to contemplate while I have a cup of tea,’ you would say.”

Sue wasn’t sure about the responses her body was making to his fantasy. Her respiration and pulse rate had increased out of an apprehension about her safety; now they were remaining high over an excitation over the thought of her tying a man up and controlling him. She noticed a few other involuntary responses to her mastery over a man – some sensations down in her genitals, a warming, a sensitization.

“So I sat there helpless until you returned.

“I was still recalcitrant, so you started jumping on the device. Suddenly the jolt was between the two clamps attached to my nipples, and I felt it in my heart.

“So I nodded my head and answered your follow-up questions about why I might want to return as a woman – such as have elastics placed over my breasts, various things inserted into my vagina, be tied with ropes and then pleasured, ropes running under my bum and up through my labia over my clitoris, or outside the labia. Suspended by my wrists, tied to a chair, tied to a tree or a pole. Hoping to understand the female sexual response, of which I know nothing.”

“Then you would say, ‘what would you do if I invited you over to my place tomorrow, bring your ropes, and see what the answers might be?’

“I would reply, I’d like to come over. First, we would take a shower together. Then begin to explore bondage if you have never been tied up. Slowly so you don’t get panicky. After every step, I’d ask your feelings. If you ever wanted to stop, I promise we would. But would prefer to build trust in each other.”


“Why the shower?” she asked.

“While sex in a shower can be great, if we showered as ‘you scrub my back and I’ll scrub yours’, it becomes a somewhat non provocative way to get to know each other. If that didn’t work out and we went no further, neither would have suffered, other than to have been seen naked.”

Just then, Sue’s cell phone rang; her afternoon interview had to be rescheduled.

Sue made changes to her calendar on her cell, giving her a few moments to think. She found herself aroused by the thought of what she could do with Ron as a submissive party, from her perspective as a woman. An image of Ron bound naked to a kitchen chair formed in her mind, alternating with a thought of using him to do things for her. Decidedly interesting.

She looked directly at Ron, “Would we be able to begin with the shower?”

Half an hour later, still damp and naked, Ron showed Sue into the bedroom that had been his daughter’s, saying, this can be your safe room in this house. I won’t come in unless invited.

Sue noticed that Ron had something in his hands.

“A shoe lace, in case you were willing to go beyond the shower part.”

“Come in and let me see.”

Ron formed a pair of loops in the shoelace, pulled one through the other, and held it up for Sue to see, adding, “This is called a handcuff knot.”

“Let me see, but I hadn’t thought of going that way right now.” But she held out her hands together anyway.

“Put your wrists through these loops,” Ron said, and when she did, he pulled the free ends to tighten up the cord, and added chinch knots to secure the loops, save he made one cinch like a bow knot that could be pulled to untie the knot. “Pull on this end to free yourself whenever you want.”

Sue smiled, lay back on the bed with her hands stretched to the headboard, adding, “Tie my hands to the pipe and then have your ‘vile’ way with me. Just make sure I have a tremendous climax first.”

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Sue Fantasy Part 2

Part 2

Ron secured Sue’s hands as requested, which caused very interesting reactions across her torso as the skin pulled up, climbed over the end of the bed, raised her legs over his shoulders and buried his face into her crotch.

Seconds later Sue shuddered with the orgasm she requested as Ron’s tongue worked at the top of her slit. “Oh God. Oh my God,” she repeated and repeated. Tremendous pulsing muscular contractions spread out from her genital area. Dopamine flooded her pleasure centre in her brain.

She clamped her legs behind Ron’s back and drove his face back into her groin. And promptly had a second coming.

A while later she lay with Ron beside her, one of his legs over hers. Hands still bound over her head.

“I wasn’t enamoured with your fantasy about bondage when you told me. When I heard your suggestion about showering together, I thought we might just crawl under some covers and spend time with foreplay, hoping that I had a climax before you were spent. But I was surprised and amazed; now I have tasted the forbidden fruit. How about you?”

“A little arousal, a thickening but not a full erection, pleasant sensation. Situation normal.”

“How do you get satisfaction?”

“Very occasionally. Sometimes through my fantasies. Sometimes looking at, well, perhaps inappropriate material.”

“Would you like to try me again?”

“Yes, but, well, it is a little bushy down there.”

“And would you like to clear the thicket?”

“Yes,” Ron affirmed.

“Get your tools.”

Ron fetched several things, some plastic to put under her to catch clippings, his Shop Vac with a long hose, battery operated hair trimmer, his cordless electric razor, a jar of petroleum jelly and some ropes. He slid the plastic under her rear, used the ropes to tie her legs up and back to the headboard so she was fully exposed, and he tucked a small pillow under her pelvis. The hair trimmer ate its way through the hairs on her legs and around her opening, but he left a little mat in her vee. His electric razor cut down the little bit that the trimmer didn’t cut.

While he was busy, Sue let her mind wander. “I could teach him how too many women are treated by men, their partners.” She had close to first-hand knowledge as her daughter was in a very abusive relationship. These thoughts kept her state of excitation high and she began to outline a fantasy of her own.

Then Ron turned on the trimmer again and held the back of it against the top of her opening and almost instantly she bucked on the bed against the ropes holding the legs splayed.

“Oh, wonderful, wonderful.” Sue gasped as the trimmer slowed down – it needed a recharge.

Next Ron started the vacuum in another room, and snaked its long hose into her bedroom, and started to pick up the clippings with his dusting brush. Once he had cleaned up the mess, he lubricated her lower lips, applied the vacuum opening against the top of her labia and sucked against the area of her clitoris.

Another explosion.

“You had better release me. Four times before noon. Four times!”

Sue sat up and pulled him to a sitting position next to her on the side of the bed. “What do we tell our children?”

“We’re just rutty old couple!”

End Part 2

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