Chapter 8

My favorite books were romantic novels, especially those that took place in the medieval times. In them I found all the necessary ingredients for my wildest fantasies: Castles, knights in shining armor, princes to sweep me of my feet and ride off into the nearest sunset. Nothing to do but stroll around all day in fancy dresses through the flower gardens...

But, there was a darker side to my fantasies too, where masked men would lock a steel collar around my neck and lead me by chains into that room.

The one with a table in the middle of it. The table on which I would inevitably be strapped down and "prepared" for sex, usually by a full compliment of beautiful maidens. They would braid my hair and rub my entire naked body with perfumed oil. And then, of course, they would make sure I was *very* wet in the most important place. For this, a specially shaped "tool" was used. Not surprisingly, it vaguely resembled a full-grown penis. I would squirm to no avail when I saw it coming. This would only earn me the punishment of having my breasts put into this special bra-like contraption made of leather with holes for my nipples so they could be pulled out just to the point where it started to hurt and held there by clamps on the bra.

Mom had always made me feel that touching myself was somehow wrong and that I shouldn't do it. Knowing I would feel guilty afterward was usually enough to keep me from doing it, but not then, I was getting much too hot thinking about my favorite fantasies. Fantasies that by now usually included Jennifer.

Thinking about that dildo made me want to use something other than my fingers this time, something stiff and long. But what was there in the house? Sure, mom probably had a dildo tucked away somewhere, and knowing her, it probably had "keep out of reach of teenagers" stamped all over it!

My mind raced through the house: candles, a bar of soap, my hair brush handle, none of which sounded too appealing. Various fruits and vegetables seemed the most promising to me, but which ones?

Mom would sure get suspicious if I pulled a zucchini out of the fridge for a snack. I don't even like the stupid things *cooked* for crying out loud! After deciding that a banana would probably be too soft, I settled on a carrot.

The kitchen was empty and dark when I snuck in quietly, making my way over to refrigerator. Luckily, a nice selection of carrots were available for "snacking" I pondered momentarily which one would provide the most pleasure. The one with the big "S" curve was completely out of the question, as were several other smallish ones. There were two medium sized carrots that looked appetizing, both having lots of ridges. I wonder how *they* would feel, I thought. My finger tips caressed and stroked each one slowly, trying to imagine how wonderful they might be inside me. I couldn't wait to find out! Warming them up in the microwave would have been nice, but too risky. I could imagine trying to explain *that* one to my mother!

Once back in my bed room, it wasn't long before I was being whisked away to the castle, where various forms of exquisite pleasure would await me. My transportation consisted of a cage on top of a wagon which was deliberately paraded through the town. No pumpkin coach for this slave girl!

My nipples immediately hardened as I gently rolled them in my fingertips.

Suddenly the wagon stopped and three knights rode up, their horses clad in armor.

They walked over silently, then unlocked the cage. I tried to hold on as my body was pulled through the door. It didn't work.

Later... I would receive a well deserved and proper punishment.

But for now, it was time for the carrot.

Slowly and carefully I pushed it up into my vagina. It was a little scary at first, at *very* first! I could feel each ridge of the carrot stimulating my clit as it passed by. In and out, in and out, I could feel myself being carried away.

Carried away in chains. To my favorite castle, my favorite room, my favorite table. Where the knights awaited me. "Put her into the special bra for her punishment," called one of them. While I was being held, they put me into what was more like a large leather harness than a bra, complete with the same sort of nipple clamping accessories as the other one. The clamps were installed, just as I had hoped, then a leash was attached to them this time, and I was led down a long corridor.

I could feel the blood rushing into my private areas, slowly writhing on my bed, working the "tool" I held in my hand.

The tool that he held in his hand when I was urged through the doorway into the room. The dust from the dirt floor was suspended in the sunlight, shadowed by iron bars in the window.

The dark handsome figure motioned toward the table. I knew what they wanted. I felt my weightless body being carried with the strength of several men.

It felt like my whole body was rising, lifting off my bed, higher with each stroke of the carrot. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, imagining my captures in that room doing the same.

Suddenly everything started expanding, all my senses, my feelings. Everything was getting bigger and bigger until it all exploded. My body jerked up and down on the bed uncontrollably. I didn't know where I was or who I was for that moment of time, that moment when time stands still for eternity. It was an incredible orgasm, one I could only imagine sharing with Jennifer.

Then there was a knock on my bedroom door. It was mom, no doubt, slowly forcing the doorknob back and forth against the lock. No one else would continue for so long. So agonizingly long.

"Sarah?"

My voice was muffled while I quickly jerked a shirt over my head. "Yes mom."

"Can I come in?"

I felt like saying "no" right then, but her tone of voice had given away the suspicion. She no doubt had come to find out what was going on, although never asking me directly.

Instead she kept glancing around the room, looking for clues and distracting me with things like: "Aren't you excited about the first day of school?" and "Tell me all about the books you've been reading lately." Like I was going to believe she was interested in that! Right!

Little did she know, some of my favorite books and magazines were ones I had dug out of the trash or "borrowed" from her reading room. You could always tell which ones she had tried to hide. The magazine at the bottom of the stack with a woman in leather and chains on the cover, or the book on the top of the bookshelf with a title something like "Encouraging submissive behavior through bondage". Small wonder where I got some of my fantasies!

Then came that dreaded question, one that I knew she would ask sooner or later. Was I "prepared" for school. After all, it was tomorrow you know. Oh, I almost forgot mom!

I was so afraid of not being prepared for school that I had let it happen, as if purposely.

Summoning up my courage, I spoke. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be I guess."

My mother wasn't impressed.

"Here Sarah, I got a few things for you." She handed me a bag with a notebook, some pens, and few other basics in it. That was more than I was going to bring.

But how could I? Go to school with nothing? What was I *doing* anyway?

I was obviously starting to cry, by then. Mom came over and hugged me, patting me on the back. If only she could be there to help me, if only someone. How Jenny could abandon me like this was hard to imagine. Didn't she know how hard this was?

That was the only thing I could think of, riding my bicycle to school the next day. Mom had offered to let me drive her car, a Mercedes convertible. There was no way! It stood for everything I despised: Money, power, and privilege. Besides that, what would the other students think of me? They would think that I'm a stuck up, rich, bitch. That's exactly what they would think.

Lots of people had bikes, judging by how full the rack was at school. There was only 2 or 3 slots left by the time I got there. I rushed in through the large double doors, knowing I was probably late already.

A woman sitting behind a large table at the door asked my name, then she handed me a folder full of stuff and pointed to my homeroom down the hall.