Part 13: Fridayella - The Aftermath

The people in the Friday Knight Writers' Lounge and FDWritings are a great bunch. There are many threads that I read with much pleasure. Here are a few of them, please read Fridayella first though.

by The Denizens of FDWritings and FKWLounge (all postings used with permission)

[FDWritings] Chanting

It all started innocently enough. First there was this thread on FDWritings.

From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:43am
Subject: Chanting

It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed
chanting occurring in this here group.

This has got to stop.

The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous
creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would we
be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to
destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I
promise not to do it again!]

So from now on only licensed chanting allowed... OK?

Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145...

Arty
(What do you sing as you hurtle over Niagara Falls in a refrigerator?
"Like a Fridge over troubled waters...")

From: rod_ramsey
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 2:50pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

In FDWritings@yahoogroups.com, artyeleven wrote:

> It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed
> chanting occurring in this here group.
>
> This has got to stop.
>
> The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous
> creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would
> we be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to
> destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I
> promise not to do it again!]
>
> So from now on only licensed chanting allowed... OK?
>
> Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145...
>
> Arty

Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is
prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by
Friday.

Rod

From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:40pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

Rod Ramsey wrote:
> Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is
> prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by
> Friday.
No.

Fridayella
by Arty

[Snipped Fridayella]

Arty
(Sorry folks he made me do it!)

From: A.G. Becker
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:13pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting

artyeleven wrote:
> Fridayella
> by Arty

Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get laid. At
least make the magical dildo get her off every few minutes.

After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!!

Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story.

The trouble starts!

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:28pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

A.G. Becker wrote:
> artyeleven wrote:
> > Fridayella
> > by Arty
>
> Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get
> laid. At least make the magical dildo get her off every few
> minutes.
>
> After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!!
>
> Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story.

Uh yeah - what he said...

If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to
make it worth my while!!

Friday
Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"

When one looks back, even the most innocent things suddenly take on a new significance.

From: A.G. Becker
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:54pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting

girl_friday_70 wrote:
>
> Uh yeah - what he said...
>
> If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to
> make it worth my while!!
>
> Friday
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"

&ltJumps around with hands raised Doing his best Horshack imitation&gt OOO!!
OOOO!! ME!! ME!!

When one's muse makes a request like that, what can one do but respond. It's a difficult task but someone has to do it!

From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:38pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
Relief
by Arty

It was relentless.

Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was
futile.

And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once
again. The electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples
started to stimulate her once more and Friday screamed her
release as her overloaded senses experienced her 100th
orgasm. The countrer in front of her clicked from 901 to
900, it had started at 999. The idea that she had another
901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on at
the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of
the machine.

The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water
cooled her flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the
water, she grimaced as she began to simulate giving a
blowjob to the artificial penis. After ten seconds the
machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid. It was
obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal,
though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that
way. She kept swallowing and sucking after the stream
stopped as she was also hungry after a few more seconds
Friday felt the spurts of the liquid food that was obviously
intended to mimic ejaculation, though no merely human male
could continue this long.

Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started
to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm.

"Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts
become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the
next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"

-Fin-

Arty
(I'm in trouble now!)

On reflection, perhaps 1000 was too many?

From: dai_wakizashi
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 8:45pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting

artyeleven wrote:
> Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"
> Relief
> by Arty

snipped a good deal of a "good-deal!" >, -p

> Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine
> started to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm.
>
> "Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts
> become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of
> the next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"
>
> -Fin-
>
> Arty
> (I'm in trouble now!)

I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday seems to be... if
you can call extasy or throes of orgasm trouble! ;-)

Dai

Yes, I think 1000 was probably overkill. Oh well, perhaps the post-orgasmic haze will save me?

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:23pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

dai_wakizashi wrote:
> artyeleven wrote:
> > Arty
> > (I'm in trouble now!)
>
> I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday
> seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm
> trouble! ;-)
>
> Dai

Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.

I will have my revenge.

Friday

Nope. Maybe I can head trouble off at the pass?

From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:44pm
Subject: Re: Chanting

Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.
>
> I will have my revenge.

*Looks innocent* What have I done?

Arty
(Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey
then I'm your man! 8-) )

Dai is my friend. In this and other fora.

From: dai_wakizashi
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:13pm
Subject: Re: Re: Chanting

girl_friday_70 wrote:
> dai_wakizashi wrote:
> > artyeleven wrote:
> > > Arty
> > > (I'm in trouble now!)
> >
> > I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday
> > seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm
> > trouble! ;-)
> >
> > Dai
>
> Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble.
>
> I will have my revenge.
>
> Friday

Himmm... after getting what you asked for... aren't you being a bit
ungrateful... he's gone to all that trouble to satisfy your appet-... I mean
wishes... and now, he finds himself in trouble... ;-p

I guess this is a case of a woman changing her mind, perhaps... ;-p

Dai
(trouble, I ain't looking for one, but sometimes it finds me)
Arty, you might want to adopt this one

Thanks Dai, but I don't think that's helping any.

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:51am
Subject: Re: Chanting

artyeleven wrote:
>
> *Looks innocent* What have I done?
>
> Arty
> (Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey
> then I'm your man! 8-) )

Well now that you mention it... 2 out of 3 isn't bad.

Arty's punishment can be found here:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FKWLounge/message/480

Since the archives are public, all the messages can be read without
having to join the group.

Hope you enjoy it,
Friday

Nope, definitely didn't help. Though I must say Friday is very cute when she is cross!

[FKWLounge] Fridayella

Whilst chatting to Friday I made a throaway comment about a variation on Cinderella's slipper. The thought of a whole countryful of eligible women trying to see if a dildo fitted tickled me, so I wrote a story.

From: artyeleven
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:38pm
Subject: Fridayella

Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy
> Englishman!
>
> Friday
> not a muse for nothin'
> now WRITE!

Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so:

Fridayella
by Arty

[Snipped Fridayella]

-Fin-

Arty
(Sometimes I really do wonder where it all comes from.)

In the interests of fairplay, I've kept all the posts in this thread. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)

From: elhopes
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:21pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella

artyeleven wrote:
>
> Fridayella
> by Arty
>
> Once upon a time there lived a handsome widower and his daughter.

Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've come
to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite twisted
(in a good way, of course). How you come up with this stuff I have no
idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know?

Cheers,
Ed

From: zap292
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 3:20am
Subject: Re: Fridayella

artyeleven wrote:
> Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> > Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy
> > Englishman!
> >
> > Friday
> > not a muse for nothin'
> > now WRITE!
>
> Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so:
>
> Fridayella
> by Arty

Very nicely done Sir Arty of the Cellar ! Very nicely done indeed.
Thanks for sharing this new twist on an old tail !

:-)

Zap

From: artyeleven
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 11:12am
Subject: Re: Fridayella

Ed (the nice but barmy bloke) wrote:
> Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've
> come to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite
> twisted > (in a good way, of course). How you come up with this
> stuff I have no idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know?

Thank you for your kind words.

Of course other may doubt your sanity, but I'll be your friend
anyway. 8-)

Thanks again

Arty
(If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life gives
you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.)

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:25pm
Subject: Re: Fridayella

> Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> Arty
> (If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life
> gives you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.)

ROFL - I think you've been hanging around with Cat too long. I had
to double check that this wasn't one of hers when I read it.

Friday

[FKWLounge] Relief

What's this? I didn't post this here - perhaps I will get away with it after all?

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:45pm
Subject: Relief

Friday WMM(CE) wrote:
> Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief"

Relief
by Arty

It was relentless.

Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was futile.

And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once again. The
electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples started to stimulate
her once more and Friday screamed her release as her overloaded
senses experienced her 100th orgasm. The countrer in front of her
clicked from 901 to 900, it had started at 999. The idea that she
had another 901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on
at the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of the
machine.

The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water cooled her
flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the water, she grimaced
as she began to simulate giving a blowjob to the artificial penis.
After ten seconds the machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid.
It was obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal,
though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that way. She
kept swallowing and sucking after the stream stopped as she was also
hungry after a few more seconds Friday felt the spurts of the liquid
food that was obviously intended to mimic ejaculation, though no
merely human male could continue this long.

Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started to take
her on the short trip to her next orgasm.

"Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts become
disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the next
rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!"

-Fin-

Arty
(I'm in trouble now!)

Oh Oh! She was just lulling me in to a sense of false security.

From: girl_friday_70
Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:40am
Subject: Re: Relief

> Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> Relief
> by Arty
>
> Arty
> (I'm in trouble now!)

Yes, you are. Your punishment follows:

Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge.
by Girl Friday
(c) 2003, all rights reserved

001

"Oh OH OH YESSSSSSS!!!"

000

Friday heaved a sigh of relief as the counter clicked over to zero and her body
was released from the orgasm machine. Exhausted and filthy beyond measure, she
stumbled home and crawled into the shower. She cleaned up as best she could
before falling into bed and sleeping away the better part of two days.

She awoke ravenous and more than a little sore. Friday made her way to the
kitchen where she brewed a pot of coffee and sat gingerly in a chair. [Look, if
you had just been forced to orgasm 1000 times, you be sitting pretty damn
gingerly too!] As she tried, unsuccessfully, to find a comfortable position, she
thought 'something has got to be done about Arty'. With an evil grin, she began
to make a list...

BANG - BANG - BANG

The loud pounding on his cellar door caused Arty to jump straight out of his
chair. He'd been working hard on his next installment of "The Friday
Chronicles," lost in dreams of what new torments he could subject his
Fairytaleland muse to next. Making sure his work was saved, Arty went to open
the door. To his surprise and trepidation, there stood Friday, his
aforementioned muse, looking quite a bit different from her usual self.

Oh, the wings were there, and the slightly bent halo too, but then it got weird.
Instead of chocolate, Friday was wearing a black leather bustier, laced with red
ribbons up the front, an impossibly short black leather shirt, and last but not
least, knee-high black leather boots. She carried a small, black briefcase and a
riding crop.

"Friday! What are you doing here?"

"You are working on a new installment of 'The Friday Chronicles', correct?"

"Err, yes."

"Last I checked, I was still your muse... unless there's some memo I didn't
get."

"Uh, no, you're still my muse."

"Well then, I'm here to help. Are you going to let me in or make me stand out
here all night?"

At the sight of his muse tapping her riding crop impatiently, Arty thought
perhaps he ought to do as she suggested and let her in.

[Uh, do I really have to?]

[Look buster, I'm writing this, not you, so shut up and stand aside.]

Friday strode into the room and looked at the story in progress on Arty's
computer.

"1001 Friday Knights? You can not be serious!"

[You've been going it alone again, haven't you? How many times have I told you
to run your ideas by me first?]

Arty cleared his throat nervously as Friday looked over the story. The further
she read, the harder her expression became. When she came to end of the story,
Friday snorted in disgust and pinned Arty with a steely glare.

"Once again, you've written me into all sorts of embarrassing situations and
then don't have the decency to allow me a nice, satisfying romp with a handsome
fellow."

"I gave you 'Relief'," he protested.

"A machine? 1000 orgasms? *Simulating* a blow job to get food and water? That is
not what I call a satisfying experience. More like degrading and abusive.
Where's the love? Where's the tenderness? God damn it, is it too much to ask for
a little human contact and some decent sex?"

As Friday continued to rant and rave, she advanced on Arty, her eyes flashing
dangerously. Arty backed away from Friday until he found himself up against the
wall. Friday opened her briefcase and pulled out two silk scarves. She advanced
on Arty once more as he cowered against the wall.

"Spread 'em."

Her tone was commanding and brooked no argument. Arty complied instantly. Friday
looped the silk about his wrists and tied them to the iron rings embedded in the
cellar wall.

[I object! There are no iron rings embedded in my cellar walls!]

[Wanna bet? Are you forgetting who signs all your purchase orders for this
crap?]

Friday pulled a large knife from the briefcase and showed it to the bound
author.

[HOLD IT! What are you *doing*?]

[If you don't stop interrupting, I'm going to take steps... ]

"Uh, uh, uh. Friday? Beloved muse? What are you doing with that knife?"

[I warned you.]

Friday threw the knife down in disgust and pulled a large ball gag from her bag.
She stuffed it into Arty's mouth and fastened it tightly behind his head. Now
that he was unable to protest, Friday retrieved her knife and quickly cut the
clothes from his body.

[Let's see how you enjoy being naked and on display.]

[Mmmpfhh]

Friday perused his naked form and smiled rather lasciviously while inspecting
certain portions of his anatomy. Arty's penis twitched and throbbed under
Friday's gaze. She giggled at him and fastened a third silk scarf around his
eyes. Arty struggled briefly before submitting to the blindfold. Friday made
sure he couldn't see anything then picked up her riding crop.

"Now Arty, you have been a very bad boy."

THWACK! Arty started at the sound of the crop hitting the wall, just barely
grazing his hip.

"You've stripped me." THWACK!

"You've abused me." THWACK!

"And you've viciously withheld any enjoyment for me." THWACK!

Poor Arty was a bundle of limp, nervous tension as the riding crop continued to
smack the wall around him. Friday exchanged the crop for a long, elegant
feather. Stepping close to Arty so that her breasts, contained only by the
leather bustier, brushed against his chest, Friday whispered in his ear, "I
think it's time we revised our Author-Muse contract so that these types of
misunderstandings don't occur in the future."

Arty whimpered behind the gag and tried to press himself against his seductive
muse. Stepping back and laughing softly, Friday began to tease Arty with the
feather. Running it over his neck and then drifting down to circle his nipples,
Friday teased him mercilessly. Then the feather moved lower, tickling his ribs
and his abdomen. Arty's cock twitched and started to grow.

"Do you enjoy this, Arty? Does it turn you on?"

Arty whimpered again and nodded his head as Friday played the feather over the
insides of his thighs.

"If I make you feel good, will you promise to behave?"

Arty nodded his head violently, banging it into the wall behind him. The feather
teased his cock, sliding over his erect shaft, circling his glans before
drifting down to tickle his balls. Arty groaned and humped himself against the
feather.

"Oh Arty... I've got one more surprise for you, but I guarantee you're going to
want to see this."