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Thumbing through one of those magazines geared to the prurient males, Stefan came across an advertisement for living out vicariously one's fantasy. Not that he was in the habit of reading or scanning through magazines that offer this sort of thing. He had time to kill while waiting for his girl friend at Grand Central Station to go over to the Meadowlands to catch a Giants/Redskins football game.
He was intrigued by the promise of the snip-it of an ad which claimed to be able to have one have a proxy fantasy by being transported by remote into another dimension by the newest electronic
wizardry control over the mind. No drugs or mind altering chemicals would be used. It was billed as perfectly safe and harmless.
He was fascinated by the implications as he always had a fantasy of being dominated by a superior woman. Surreptitiously he tore out the target ad and put it away in his wallet so he wouldn't lose it. While in this reverie he was hailed by his girl friend to go to the game and root for the Giants. No further thought to the ad as they saw their Giants humiliated by the winless Redskins.
Searching through his wallet for his credit card a week later, the small piece of paper fluttered out and fell to the floor. He looked at it, hesitated, and then thought,...WHY NOT. Lets see if there's anything to it. There was a local address to write to promising to give prompt attention to any inquiry by enclosing $5 for an answering reply. His fingers trembled like a teenager taking a final exam but he was able to convey his fantasy to paper and mail it to the address.
No immediate reply came and he was about to forget the whole thing as a sham when a letter came back instructing him to report next week to an out of town address at 9:00 pm. This would be late at night and he wasn't sure he would go through with it. Nevertheless, his interest was aroused and as it is said, he was driven to comply and live out his fantasy even if by remote.
Driving to the address his thoughts were anticipating how this would unfold. He was met at the door by a stern older woman, smartly dressed and her hair neatly tied in a bun. She was not unattractive but definitely schoolmarmish. She promptly ushered him into an adjoining room and had him sit in a chair with several wires and probes leading to a sort of console with lighted buttons and switches.
She explained that he had outlined his fantasy in detail in his letter and that he would experience this by remote sensing into his memory cells without going thru reality. The memory would be intense on recall. So said, she began attaching wires and probes to his head and bared arms and chest. As the overhead light was dimmed, he heard the machine console murmer softly and a small illuminated crystal ball started to swing in front of his face. In a soft whisper she asked him to focus on the ball. After a time he became drowsy and the room tilted as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
He now saw that he apparently was in a different room with a strange, severely dressed woman sitting in a raised throne like chair. And she was holding a
slim, rod like object....a dreaded cane!!!
He was made to approach on bended knee and told to kiss the cane and remove all his clothing. He hesitated, blushing like a schoolgirl as he couldn't bring himself to do this in front of this imperious woman. She called out sternly again to him so with trembling hands and wildly beating heart he complied. Taking him by the hand she led him to an object he hadn't seen before in the room. He recognized this as a vaulting horse such as he'd seen in school gyms.
In a twinkling she had him bent over the horse and his arms and legs tied to the supports. What gives he thought, he couldn't move a muscle. He never felt this helpless and vulnerable not even when he was in combat overseas.
"Young man she intoned, you disobeyed me and now you will pay the penalty. You will feel the sting and bite of the cane". So saying she swished the cane menacingly several times as he cringed.
"You will count each stroke up to fifty and if you fail to thank me after each, you will be penalized and start all over. Be prompt in your thanks or that too will have you revert to the start".
The first stroke landed unexpectedly with a hard smack and a stinging sensation in his buttocks. He remembered to say one, thank you maam. Then it slowly continued until the fifth stroke which left him breathless to intone the required amount and thanks. Mistress said, we start over at one. His buttocks ached terribly. How would he be able to survive this ordeal but somehow he complied faithfully until the magic fifty was reached and the pain slowly subsided.
As he was released by Mistress, his buttocks were red and burned horribly and as he got up to reach for his clothing the vision blurred and he was sitting in the wired chair in the first room. The schoolmarmish attendant was removing the wires and probes and he stood up.
She asked about his experience. WOW!! He said it was so vivid, I can almost hear the swish of the cane and feel it. Thank you very much. Paying the $100 fee he walked over to his car and drove home thinking about what he visualized in his dream. Getting home his buttocks seemed to respond to his thoughts and felt raw, burning unlike anything he felt before. He dropped his pants and underwear and looked in his bedroom floor length mirror. His buttocks had multiple, parallel welts. How could that be ? He was fixed to that wired chair all the time !!!.
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