Spirits of the Shaft

Part 1: Body

One thing that I know for sure: I am a pleaser. It’s just a fact.

There is a significant percentage of people in society who are pleasers and I have often wondered why. There must be some sort of evolutionary reason to support this as a successful strategy for a member of the species to survive.

Has it been successful in my case? Well, I’ll let you decide…

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Rosa arrived home later than normal and when she walked in the door, I could tell that she was a little tipsy.

That’s okay with me. I’m not her wife.

We had been living together for over a year and we dated on and off for most of the ten years we’ve known each other before that. So, I’m used to her habits. I wasn’t sitting around worrying about her or anything.

“Babe!” she said, as she hugged me. “Great news at work today! Mariana is leaving the company.”

“Oh!” I said, confused. “She’s one of your best friends there. That sucks, doesn’t it?”

“She’s fucking brilliant!” Rosa said, as she let me go and started to take off her coat. “That’s the thing. She’s prepared to start her own company and she wants me to be the head of the marketing department.”

“That’s awesome!” I said. “Are you… are you going to work for her?”

At this moment, I was battling the age-old worry about how a job change might affect our finances. Rosa worked as a manager in marketing at a large software company. She’s really good at her job and makes a great salary and, well… I often make less than minimum wage, so… yeah. I’m kind of dependent on her.

We are both carnies. Or… we were. Unfortunately, our traveling show, ‘El Circo de las Mujeres Curiosas’ went belly up last year. It was a catastrophic thing for me. I was raised by the Mujeres Curiosas. My mother and I began traveling with the show when I was ten. One night when I was twelve, Luna and I had one of our sleepovers in the cat car. The next morning when I returned to mom and my berth, all her stuff was gone. The only thing left in the drawers were my sparkly performance leotards and the two sets of clothes that I owned.

She left a note which I had to get Aunty Jones to read to me. My mom said she had to go and find herself and that she would come back for me when she did. I didn’t understand what any of that meant and accused Aunty of being too drunk to read the note correctly.

So, I was raised by the carnies. Aunty tried to teach me – home school-style. But, academics was not really a thing for me. At the time, I thought I was just too dumb. I mean, I couldn’t even read. Now, I know that I suffer from severe dyslexia. Well… still, you won’t see me reading anything out loud in front of a bunch of people.

Rosa was seventeen when she joined the carnival as a barker. Even then, she was mature and beautiful. She has always had a way with words and her sense of joy is infectious. She could tease ten dollars for a ticket from the stingiest of hands.

We girls of the Mujeres Curiosas were thick as thieves and loyal to a fault. I loved every one of them and I always will. But, when the carnival shut down, our friend group was shattered. Rosa and I decided we would work together and survive.

Well… one year on, and Rosa works in an office and I work in a pastry shop, heating croissants in a microwave and delivering them to tables. I mean, I just deliver. I don’t even take orders, so… tips aren’t really a thing.

All this is to make the point that our contributions to household income were quite disparate.

But, I can’t drag her down. We’re still young. She should take risks and excel!

Rosa knows me and obviously detected my concerns. “Don’t worry, Ana! She’ll have seed money in no time. She’ll be able to pay me. And tonight is a celebration of hope and success.” Rosa threw her arms up in the air, smiling and spinning around a little off-kilter. “We’re going to be rich, rich, rich!”

Rosa is so beautiful – her long, dark hair, the shape of her smiling face, her beautiful eyes. It’s hard not to get swept up in her enthusiasm. “Rosa!” I exclaimed. “You are brilliant! I love you so much!”

“And I love you, Raggedy!” Rosa smushed a sloppy kiss on my lips, then she said in a sing-song voice, “I got you a little present!”

“For me?” I squealed, rising up onto my tiptoes.

“Yes! But first I want you, naked in bed, and bring your Little Butt-y,” Rosa said. “I’ll meet you there after I pee!”

“Mmm! Mariana should quit her job more often!” I said, as I spun out of Rosa’s arms and jogged off to the bedroom. My prior concerns were completely forgotten.

Perhaps, I am a little strange. Hey! I’m a carny. I’m supposed to be strange, right? Bohemian, at the least! So here’s the thing. I love sex, of course. But, I love sex even more when I have a buttplug shoved up my backside. There’s something about a little discomfort back there – pressure placed at the exactly correct location – it intensifies my orgasms to mind-shattering heights.

I’ve got a lovely little friend that Rosa and I named Little Butt-y. There’s no better jumpstart to foreplay than when Rosa lubes up Little Butt-y and commands me to get on all fours with my derriere properly presented. The entire tone of our romp may be set by the care Rosa takes in installing Little Butt-y. Tonight, I’m hoping for hard and fast. I’m feeling really horny. My nipples are rock hard and aching. Maybe I should try for a spanking…

After getting Little Butt-y from her hiding place and arranging her opened display box enticingly on the pillow, I randomly ‘threw’ the clothes I had been wearing around the room. My panties somehow ended up hanging from the overhead light fixture. When Rosa arrived, I was sitting on the bed, naked, with my legs crossed and my hands folded daintily on my knee. I was grinning as though I were a perfectly proper, innocent girl.

“Something here seems amiss,” Rosa said, in one of her terrible character voices. She walked up to the head of the bed. “Ah! Here is the guilty party!” She picked up Little Butt-y’s box and quickly walked to the clothes hamper (I suppose, due to the lack of garbage can in the room), opened the lid and forcefully threw Little Butt-y in.

I gasped, speechless at first. “Wha… Noooo!!”

“Don’t fret yourself, Puss. There’s a new sheriff in town.” Rosa produced a rectangular present wrapped in fancy silver lined paper.

“Huh? What is it? What is it?” I asked, shaking the package.

“Open it,” Rosa said, smiling, as she pushed a lock of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“Is it a pony?” I asked, as I started to unwrap the paper in the most delicate way.

“Maaayybe,” Rosa said.

“Ooo!” I violently ripped the rest of the paper off the underlying box. I opened the lid. “Diosa!! Rosa! It’s beautiful!” Of course it was a new buttplug. But not only was this one sleek in design, but also particularly decorative. It was shiny and gold and beautifully tapered. A dark-emerald jewel made up the base.

It was much heavier than Little Butt-y. I felt a surge of arousal at the thought of this thing being installed in my ass. “How did you pay…” I started to ask, but Rosa pressed her forefingers to my lips.

“Shhh,” she said. “It was far less than you’d expect.” Rosa stroked my shoulder and upper arm with her hand in a calming fashion.

“So, after Mariana and I left the bar, we both saw a sex shop that neither of us had ever seen before. I just had to go in. After looking around for a few minutes at the, um, wares, this older woman approached us – skinny face, pointed nose, long white hair. She asked what we were looking for. I thought of you, of course–”

“Of course, you better have…”

“Of course! And the first word out of my mouth was ‘buttplug’,” Rosa giggled. “There was no ‘Hmm… I’m looking for a…’ Nope.”

“Just ‘buttplug’,” I laughed.

“Yeah! Anyway she pulls this out and says, ‘This is the best buttplug you will ever see. Your girlfriend will love it.’” Rosa paused, smiling. “Mariana was standing right there and she held up her hands and she’s turning red and saying, ‘I am not her girlfriend!’ Then the woman said calmly, ‘I was not talking about you.’”

“Oh. Kind of creepy… But, I’m not jealous at all,” I said.

“I think that that buttplug was born for one single task. And that task is to be shoved up your little Raggedy Ana ass,” Rosa said.

“Mariana knows that I like buttplugs?” I asked.

“Everybody in the world knows you like buttplugs, Ana,” Rosa said. “In fact, when I meet people at work or on the street or wherever, I say, ‘Hello, my name is Rosa and my girlfriend likes buttplugs. Nice to meet you.’”

“Great!” I smiled at Rosa and said quietly, “Love you.”

“I know,” Rosa said. Then her face suddenly turned very stern. “Now, get on all fours, bitch!”

“Oh!” I said, with a bit of nervous glee. “Yes, ma’am!” I handed the buttplug to Rosa and quickly presented my back end.

I heard the bedside drawer open and the sound of a tube of lubrication being opened. There was a burbling sound as Rosa squeezed the tube. I kept my eyes on the bed spread before me, shivering slightly in anticipation. I’d never had anyone other than Little Butt’y…

“Oh!” I squeaked when Rosa touched the tip to my anus. It was chilly, but invitingly smooth. I relaxed as best as I could. Rosa slowly pushed the buttplug into me. “Oh… Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh… Ow! Owww! No! Ow! Ohhhh! Mmmm!”

“Are you okay, babe?” Rosa asked. “It’s all the way in.”

“Hell, yes,” I whispered, breathing heavily, bending my elbows to press my face to the bed. The feeling of fullness was… divine. Sorry, Little Butt’y.

“One more thing,” Rosa said. I felt her hand slide between my butt cheeks. There was a little pressure. She pushed the buttplug a bit further in. Then suddenly…

“OHH!” I shouted. “What the hell was that? Oh! Oh!”

“Are you okay?” Rosa said. “I just locked the buttplug inside you.”

“What?”

Rosa held up her hands for me to see. Her right hand was fisted and her left hand was wrapped around her right wrist. “I pressed a button and–” She opened her right fist like she was holding an invisible baseball… no… grapefruit.

“See? When it’s locked you can’t pull it out.” I felt her finger slip between my skin and the base and she started to pull the plug.

“Wrong!! Wrong!!” I did not think before using that word, but it perfectly describes what my body told me when Rosa pulled at the plug.

“Hee hee. See? It’s locked,” Rosa said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Just don’t pull, but yeah… Yeah!”

“Good. Because it’s not coming out until I decide,” Rosa said with her stern voice again. Then she slapped my right butt cheek hard enough to make me scream. But, I didn’t. I was so breathless, I couldn’t. And I prayed that she would do it again.

I continued to lie face down on the bed with my knees tucked up and my butt sticking up in the air, while Rosa prepared herself for the night’s entree. I was trying to think of good names for this wonderful new buttplug… Miner 49er? Jewely Shaftner? Definitely needs work.

Rosa owned a double-headed, vibrating dildo. It’s the pinnacle of humankind technology. The dildo was made for two women to use simultaneously. The shafts were slightly compressible. If one woman used her kegels to squeeze hard enough, the other could feel an expansion in her branch of the device. With a bit of practice and good synchronicity, a beautiful duet could be composed by two lovers – squeeze, then receive.

Rosa threw off all her clothes and lay down on her back on the bed. She slowly worked her end of the dildo up into her vagina. “Get on!” she growled.

I straddled her body with a knee on the side of each hip. Except, contrary to what you might think, I faced away from her, looking down towards her legs. The tops of my pointed feet were resting in her armpits. With a bit of lube, I lowered myself onto the second shaft which was set at about a right angle to Rosa’s end. The interaction between the dildo and the buttplug was… well… unmatched hitherto.

“That jewel…” Rosa said, breathlessly. “God, your butt is beautiful.”

I couldn’t respond. Already we were squeezing and relaxing, fine tuning our movements. My body movements were almost involuntary. I could do nothing else without the greatest of will.

After a bit of huffing and grinding, Rosa whispered, “Kiss me!”

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I have tried to paint a detailed picture in your mind as to how our bodies were configured. If I have been successful, about right now, you should be thinking, “What the fuck?” I mean, it would be easy for me to lean down and kiss a knee or a toe, I guess. But, no.

I have, thus far, withheld what my role was in the Circos. I was one of the contortionists. The best in our troupe, certainly. Some have told me that I may be one of the best in the world. They called me Raggedy Ana, (real fucking original, I know.) or sometimes The Boneless Woman. I can do things with my body that would make you scream in horror.

A contortionist is made of two parts: first, there must be a physiological component – a talent for flexibility that you are born with, dangerously loose tendons and ligaments, a small, light, willowy build. Check, check, check. So, I sprang forth from my mother’s womb with subpar brain skills, but, holy shit, I can bend. Second, it takes a shitload of hard work. So, while all you were doing algebra, geography and awkwardly kissing under the bleachers at the homecoming game, I was stretching and flexing. Even to this day, I spend a healthy part of my day training.

When the carnival went belly up, people kept pressuring me to go apply at Cirque du Soleil or some other large group. Well… the truth is… I was afraid. And I wanted to stay with my carny family. I wanted to stay with Rosa.

Some contortionists make it big like that girl who shoots the bow and arrow with her feet. Okay. I tried to learn how to do that for a while for the show and, frankly, we are lucky that we all lived to tell about it. I’ve been thrown, squashed, bent, twisted, knotted, squeezed, boxed, and flapped. Just keep your weapons away from me, thank you.

Anyways, this tangent is simply the background you need to envision what I did when Rosa asked me to kiss her.

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First, I pushed my pelvis a bit forward – more towards Rosa’s feet. Next, I stretched my arms up over my head and rolled over backwards, like I was doing a backbend. I made such a tight bend that my hair pools on Rosa’s abdomen. I could plant the top of my head between Rosa’s breasts. I arched my neck even further so I could plant a kiss on her lips – our faces in opposite directions, like that classic upside-down Spiderman kiss.

Perhaps, you’d think this position would be too uncomfortable to be arousing. In my case, however, you would be so, very wrong. With the curvature of my body and the angles of the dildo and buttplug… pressures and frictions set up in some sort of magical alignment that propelled me deep into the jungles of orgasmland. Especially, when Rosa reached to my flattened chest and pulled on my hard nipples. Mmm!

All my writhing and squeezing benefitted Rosa, too. I think that she really gets off on having me wrapped up in a tight little package. She liked pushing my chest to make the bend even tighter – knowing I was stuck like that until she released me. I know that I loved that. She always came quickly.

I love it when Rosa cums. For me, it is almost as great as me cumming. Or, it is even greater in other ways. I don’t know why. I guess it feeds my ego, perhaps? Maybe I feel like I am useful to her? Maybe I get points for my self worth? Maybe I say to myself, “I’m not just a super bendy, sex toy. I am an AWESOME super bendy, sex toy. I am Rosa’s awesome, super bendy, sex toy.”

Especially that night. She was screaming, “Oh god! I fucking love you, Ana. Fuck me, you bitch! I love you!” So, yeah. Maybe you can see what I mean.

Soon, our bodies were floating, abuzz in the post orgasmic haze. Rosa’s grip weakened and fell away. I unraveled. The dildo slipped from our pussies. Rosa, the tipsy bitch, seemed to be drifting off to dreamland. I twisted around in bed and pressed my back up to Rosa. She sleepily wrapped her arm around me, Rosa’s little spoon. We fell asleep wet. The buttplug was still locked inside my ass, and I kind of liked it.

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The next morning, I slipped out of bed and started to pad off towards the bathroom. With every step, I felt an intriguing twist and thump deep inside my back end. It was traversing my nervous system and ringing my arousal bell. When I got to the bathroom, I reached around and pressed my finger on the jewel. Nothing happened. Of course! Rosa had said that she had to unlock the plug.

I slipped back into the bedroom and gently roused Rosa from her sleep. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she said, and closed her eyes.

“No. I need your help,” I whispered, stroking my fingers across her cheek. “You locked the buttplug inside me.” I turned with my legs bent, hands on knees, butt sticking out and wiggling back and forth in her face.

Rosa grasped at me, pinching my butt accidentally (on purpose) several times, before she pressed her finger to the jewel at the base of the buttplug. I could feel a whirring deep inside…

“Wooo!” I giggled, as I felt the petals of the plug retract. “Thank you!” And I pranced off back to the bathroom.

In its unlocked position, I noticed that the plug did not move as much around inside me. I guess that made sense.

Pulling the plug out was just a little bit stressful. The wide part of the plug definitely provided a moment of discomfort, but I knew that it was only temporary, and with a smooth yank, I had the plug out of me and into the sink.

When I sat down to do my thing, I was surprised that what came out from behind was pure liquid. My stomach didn’t feel upset or anything, so I was curious as to why I seemed to have diarrhea. Was I bleeding inside? Did the plug upset the functioning of my colon?

I turned on the shower to warm up the water, and then turned to the sink to clean the plug thoroughly. I had just finished laying the plug on a towel to dry when suddenly, it felt like the world shifted.

I mean, for real, it felt like the world tipped to one side. Maybe this was vertigo? My knees felt weak and I grabbed onto the counter to steady myself. This may sound odd, but first, I had a disconcerting sense of emptiness. I guess it was like the sense of severe hunger, but not in my stomach, instead, in my butt. Then the itch started.

If you’ve ever had a bad case of poison ivy, then you may start to know how I felt. No mental willpower can convince your hands from not giving the hives a good scratch. And when you do, even if for the briefest moment, the relief would be ecstatic. Unfortunately, this itch, while even worse than poison ivy, originated deep inside my ass. Diosa! If I’d had a back scratcher at that moment, I would have shoved that little metal hand inside without thinking twice.

As it was, the forefinger on my right hand was already trying to willow its way in. “Rrrrroo!” I screamed. “Arrrghhh!” After a millisecond, realizing that wasn’t helping at all. My left hand was trying to gain access from the front side. My legs collapsed and I crashed to the floor of the bathroom. “Hhheell–!”

I was randomly flopping around in extreme, mindless discomfort by the time Rosa burst into the bathroom. I tried to tell her what was going on, but I was incapable of working my mouth properly.

“What’s wrong?!” Rosa screamed. “Tell me what you need!” She was trying to help me to my knees, but every time another wave of craziness surged through me and my back would arch. My vision began to go black around the sides. It was like I was looking out from a dark tunnel. For a second, I thought that I was dying. Then, my eyes caught sight of the buttplug. My hand shot out and grabbed it from the countertop and I shoved that thing right back inside of me.

Somehow, I had twisted over onto my hands and knees. Even though the thing was pushed past the taper and seated firmly inside (which felt so, so very good), it still was not enough. “Rrrrooe! Stuuuuhhh!” I screamed, still incapable of controlling my vocal cords. Finally, I grabbed Rosa’s wrist and forced her hand to my back end. She got the idea and quickly pressed the jewel with her finger, and I felt the plug expand and lock itself inside me.

“Gaaahhh!” I fell forward with my face to the floor. My butt was sticking up in the air and my thighs were quivering, as an orgasm… well, I think it was an orgasm… splashed from me.

After the wave receded, it took a moment to catch my breath as Rosa gently stroked my back. Finally, I looked up with a pitiful cry, “What the fuck was that?”

I was just happy to be able to speak again…

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I cannot tell you the number, nor the variety, of fears and possible explanations about what had occurred that Rosa and I discussed for the next few hours.

I proposed that the buttplug was directly responsible for my reaction. Somehow, in a single night, it had developed within me an extreme physical dependency. How else can you explain that my chaotic reactions were solved as soon as the buttplug was locked inside of me once more? The buttplug WANTED to be inside me. Okay, so this hypothesis begins to border on the world of magic.

Rosa was a proponent of the theory that my reaction was caused by some, er… mental anomaly in my brain. I had to stifle my sense of ego. I did not want to believe that I may have been delusional. But, simple logic would suggest Rosa’s hypothesis as a leading contender. After all, I was not even in contact with the buttplug when symptoms set upon me. And, also, as an extremely dyslexic person, it is not like my brain hasn’t failed me before.

The only thing to do was to collect more data, which, as you can imagine, I was a little reluctant to do. Eventually, after about three hours of sitting around naked discussing what had happened, I was prepared to remove the plug once again.

Rosa unlocked the plug and I pulled it out. I had an urge to release my bowels (still pure liquid) and, meanwhile, Rosa washed and cleaned the plug… just in case… I finished my business and we stood around nervously staring at each other in the bathroom.

“Feel anything?” Rosa would say every few seconds.

“Nope… Nothing… I’m good,” I’d reply.

Then, just as before, immediately, without warning, the world tilted and I was on the floor screaming incomprehensibly and convulsing randomly. Rosa grabbed the buttplug and held it away from me. “You’re okay, Ana. Ride it out!” she screamed.

I continued to flail about. My one thought was to beat the living shit out of Rosa, but I couldn’t even command my arm, which was obviously working hard with its associated hand to get inside my body and assuage that terrible itch, to take a swing at Rosa.

“You can do this!” Rosa screamed, still holding the buttplug up over her head.

My body was jerking about. At one point, my head hit the sink cabinet really hard – luckily, not on a corner. Still, it wasn’t until the second time my head hit the cabinet that Rosa finally relented and helped push the buttplug back in. When she locked it, I experienced the same orgasm-like feeling squeeze from me again. Only after that, was I able to form words again.

Rosa still looked at me curiously. “Are you positive you’re not just fucking with me?”

Once again, I was speechless, but for a completely different reason. I reached up and touched the growing knot on my head where I had hit the cabinet. I felt tears start to form. I pushed past Rosa, out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom with the buttplug waggling inside my ass. I was crying by the time I climbed in bed and pulled the covers over my head.

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Rosa, of course, apologized and by the late afternoon we were driving to the sex shop where Rosa had bought the buttplug. Our plan was to ask the old woman for any information she might have about the buttplug. In my head, the conversation always came across as particularly awkward, but I was desperate.

Walking around made the buttplug flop inside of me, turning me on. Riding in the car, I could feel every bump in the road on the inside of my butt, thanks to the buttplug, and each bump was turning me on.

“Well… I swear this is where we were,” Rosa said, looking around the intersection we were at. She found a parking spot and we walked to the store which was clearly some kind of vape shop.

“Was this a different shop last night?” Rosa asked the dude at the checkout.

“Uh… today is our soft opening,” he replied, squinty-eyed and mildly confused.

“Do you sell different, uh… wares after dark?” Rosa asked.

“Wares?” the dude asked.

“Uh, yeah, like adult stuff?” Rosa asked.

“Adult stuff? You have to be twenty-one to buy some things here,” the dude responded.

I was looking around at all the shelves. I didn’t see any buttplugs anywhere.

“Never mind,” Rosa said, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store.

Out on the sidewalk, she called Mariana. “Hey, you know that sex shop we went to last night?… Wasn’t it on the corner of Ninth and H?… Yeah, but it’s a vape shop now, somehow… I’m here with Ana…”

Rosa turned and walked a few steps away from me, but I’m pretty sure I heard Mariana refer to me as Rosa’s pet and she said the word ‘saucy’.

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The next morning, I had to go to the bathroom. Rosa was there washing the plug as liquid poured from my back end. She studied the plug from all angles and started taking pictures of it.

“Please! Just put it back in,” I begged, once I was done with my routine. “I don’t want that thing to happen again.”

“Just give me a second, babe, I’m trying to find a manufacturer marking, or something.”

“Rosa! Please!” I begged. “Rosa!”

“Okay, okay.”

We spent the morning searching the web for images of buttplugs. We went pretty deep in the results, but found nothing that looked like my most-intimate friend. Rosa even tried a reverse-image search with several of the pictures she took. Nothing.

I was resigned to the idea that I was going to have to live with the plug in my ass until we could find out more information.

Needless to say, my shifts at the pastry shop were… difficult. As I walked around delivering pastries, I could feel that thing bobbing around inside me, tickling me in all the right places. By the time I transported the pastry from the pickup table out into the dining area, I was forgetting all the information I needed to match the pastry to the waiting customer.

Harold, the cashier / order taker / professional asshole, implied that I was stoned in front of our boss.

In the evenings, Rosa and I continued our research into all things buttplugs. (You wouldn’t believe what some people do with ginger. No fucking thanks!) We ordered a bunch of adult toy catalogs. The mailman was going to develop strange, but likely, entertaining theories about Rosa and I.

Every morning, Rosa had to unlock the buttplug so I could go to the bathroom, then lock me up again.

The next weekend, we drove out on the interstate to find an ‘adult book store’ (right next to a ‘Jesus Is Watching’ billboard, which… okay… there was a large selection of videos in the bookstore for him to watch, so… rock on!). We found buttplugs, but nothing remotely like mine.

The next week, Rosa’s schedule changed drastically when she started working with Mariana on their new company. She was putting in long hours. I would get up with her for our little butt ritual, then she’d go off to work, and sometimes, not come home until after midnight.

I know that she felt guilty about how much time she spent away from me. I was still awake when she climbed into bed on Thursday night and we cuddled and talked.

“You do you,” she said, changing the subject suddenly.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“I know how horny that the buttplug makes you – wiggling around and all, love,” she said. “And I feel guilty that I have to put in such long hours and leave you… unsettled? …so often.”

“I’ll survive. I’ll make you make it up to me,” I joked. “We’re going to be rich, rich, rich!”

“What I’m saying is that I want you to masturbate,” she said.

“Right now?” I asked, confused.

“No! I want you to masturbate every day that I’m not there to be with you.”

“Okay. I will,” I said. “But, I probably don’t need to do it every…”

“I command you to,” Rosa said.

“What?” I asked, turning to look her in the eye.

“I command you to masturbate every day at nine PM if I am not home to take care of you first,” she said in her stern voice.

“Hmm,” I smiled, suddenly feeling pretty horny. “You command me to, huh? What happens if I don’t?” I teased.

“I will punish you,” Rosa said. “Harshly.”

“What if I like harsh punishments?” I asked.

“You won’t like this,” she said, cryptically.

“What?”

“I will withhold locking the buttplug until that thing happens,” she said.

“Oh!”

Things had suddenly become serious.

“You must text me every time after you finish,” Rosa explained. “And you better not lie.”

Needless to say, the very next night, I sent a text at 9:07pm, while still holding a wet vibrator in my other hand. “Done!”

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On Sunday morning, we faced a new problem…

“Mariana wants me to go with her down to the Bay area to meet with some venture capitalists,” Rosa said. “We need to go on Tuesday and stay overnight.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “When… when would you be back on Wednesday? In the morning?”

“We won’t make it back until late Wednesday night,” Rosa said.

“Oh, shit…” I said.

“Yeah… shit…” Rosa confirmed.

We sat in silence for a minute. Could I survive a day without going number two?

“I’m so sorry. I’m such a burden,” I said, tears began to slip from my eyes.

“Shhh! No, Raggedy!” Rosa said. “But, I was thinking… I mean, we know that you can’t unlock the buttplug. But, maybe… maybe it just needs to be someone other than you?”

I stared at Rosa for a second trying to think of alternatives. I could travel with Rosa and Mariana, of course, but that is just weird. Finally, I said. “Luna?”

“Luna,” Rosa confirmed.

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I think I’ve mentioned Luna before. She grew up with the Mujeres Curiosas with me. She’s short like me, but instead of being willowy, she is totally ripped. She was an acrobat in the Circos and did all kinds of amazing things like silks, lira, trapeze, tumbling, trampoline… She is the most graceful person I’ve ever known. She has the ultimate body control. She’s like a cat that will always land on her feet.

Yes. Of course, we have had sex together. Many times. Yes! Of course, we have had threesomes and foursomes together. Usually, it just might kind of happen if we are hanging out. With my carny sisters, saying, “Hey, let’s all have sex!” is probably equivalent to saying, “Hey, let’s all play Twister!”

Actually, calling her over specifically to have sex might be a little more direct or formal than normal, but Luna loves us. She was game.

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“You want me to do what?” Luna asked, standing in her panties and bra. I had just pulled off all my clothes and bent over, presenting my ass. After she complimented my jeweled buttplug, I asked her to press the jewel with her right forefinger.

She laughed and stepped up behind me, placing one hand on my lower back. I felt her other hand slip down the smooth skin of my butt, and my buttplug pressed a little deeper inside of me for a second.

Her hand slipped off my back. Then there was a loud thump on the ground behind me. By the time I turned and looked in horror, there was the sound of tearing fabric and an inarticulate growl. Luna was flailing about on the floor, ripping at her clothes. I jumped away shrieking.

“Is she having a seizure?” I screamed.

“I don’t know,” Rosa said, over the sound of Luna’s growls. “Help me get her up on the bed!”

“Luna!” I screamed at her, as I tried to grab a flailing arm. “Look at me!”

She had grabbed Rosa’s shirt by the collar and seemed to be intent on ripping it off. Her legs were bucking wildly. Her other hand was rubbing violently at her crotch.

“I think that thing that happened to me is happening to her,” I screamed. “Uncontrollable lust! What do we do?”

“I don’t know? Gahhh!” screamed Rosa, as her shirt was torn from her body.

“Unlock my buttplug!” I screamed. “Stick it in her!”

These things that I was yelling were not particularly well thought out at all. We were deep in the throws of sheer chaos. Regardless, Rosa did as I said. I felt the plug unlock, then Rosa pulled it from my body. The pain caused by that sudden action sobered me to the situation a little and I heard a voice in my head say, “What the hell are you doing?” Had I just doomed myself to the seizure insanity by saving Luna?

Also, please forgive the notion that Rosa was about to install a used buttplug in Luna’s bottom. For better or for worse, it didn’t happen. I pushed up one of Luna’s flailing legs, but as soon as Rosa had the plug near Luna’s butt, there was a flash of light and a loud crack of electrical discharge.

Luna screamed in pain. She had just gotten shocked in the ass. I actually saw the arc of electricity. Rosa pulled away for a second, but, and I had no idea what she was thinking, she then tried to insert the cursed thing in Luna’s butt a second time.

The results were the same. Another spark of electricity popped straight from Luna’s back end and the plug. Luna screamed again, then swung her hand straight at Rosa’s face. The sound of the slap probably exceeded the snap of the electrical shock.

Luna’s hands are small, but not dainty at all. She has a grip of steel and her fingers and palms are thick from years of calluses. Needless to say, Rosa’s head twisted to the side and her body slammed into mine knocking us both to the floor. The buttplug bounced off the bed and dropped to the floor.

As soon as I hit the floor, I felt the hunger suddenly awaken inside my butt and the itch began to radiate from deep inside. Luckily, the buttplug landed right in front of my face and I snatched it and shoved it back inside.

“Rooooouhh!” I screamed, and grabbed Rosa’s hand, shoving her fingers towards my butt. Luckily, Rosa had the presence of mind to press the jewel and the plug locked back inside me forcing an orgasm-like squeeze in my crotch as I collapsed again on the floor.

“Fuck!” I screamed, as I recovered and realized that Rosa was pulling the tethered cuffs from under the foot of the mattress. I have never understood why mattresses don’t come with preinstalled cuffs, but I guess some couples don’t practice the art of tying their lovers in place. Regardless, with a bit of work, we got Luna restrained, spread-eagle on the bed. She was grunting and growling. Her eyes were unfocused and darting about like she was possessed.

“Eat her out!” Rosa screamed.

“What?” I said.

“It’s lust!” Rosa screamed. “She needs an orgasm!”

I was willing to try anything to make Luna act in any way that might resemble a normal human, so I jumped between her legs and lowered my face to her crotch. I barely touched my tongue to her protruding clit, and her entire array of abdominal muscles seized forcing an effluence of liquid to spray down my chin and chest.

Luna screamed in ecstasy, and after cycling through a series of involuntary shudders, she still seemed to lurch about in a particularly erotically needful manner.

“Do her again,” Rosa commanded.

My second servicing took a bit longer, and resulted in less effluence, but no less caterwauling. My tongue was tired after Luna’s fifth orgasm. At least, it seemed that Luna was tiring as well and some of the sounds emanating from her lips were almost of a human nature.

“I need a break!” I said, flexing my jaw.

Rosa took my place between Luna’s legs, as I slowly slipped to the floor in exhaustion.

I heard a pounding sound. Someone was knocking on the door of our apartment. I staggered to my feet and grabbed my bathrobe, pulling it on as I stumbled to the door. I opened it a crack. Luckily, it was just the couple next door.

The male said, “We just wanted to make sure everything is okay. There seemed to be a lot of… um… screaming and thumping.” The female was standing back a little, her eyes bugged out and a hand over her mouth.

“Um… yeah…” I said, pointing back into the apartment. “Everything ith fine.” My tongue was still cramping a little.

Luna’s sixth orgasm must have occurred, because she screamed with a completely stereotypical volume and cadence. I glanced back into the apartment for a second.

“Yeah, we… uh… have a visitor… visiting… She’s a little loud, I guess.” I touched my chin and realized it was soaking wet. I noticed that the male was staring at my chest. I looked down and discovered that my robe was not only sheer, but mostly translucent when soaked.

Luna made another feral groan. The female seemed to be trying to suppress a laugh.

“She seems to be… uh… um…” I struggled to find words.

“Finally being satisfied?” the woman suggested.

“Yeah! That!” I said. “Well… I better go make sure that Rosa is doing okay too.”

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Luna finally whispered some human words. “Enough!” she said. We fed her some water and she immediately settled and fell asleep.

Rosa was sitting in the lounge chair, staring towards the window, chewing thoughtfully on her thumb. I knelt on the floor and hugged one of her legs completely aware of the buttplug locked in my butt with every movement. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I guess that you will need to come with me on business trips,” Rosa mumbled. “I’ll need to unlock that thing for you every morning…”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “Just until we figure out… you know…”

“And, if we don’t, then…” Rosa said. “Well…”

“I’m sorry. I feel like a burden,” I said.

“No!” Rosa replied. “I’ll… I swear that I’ll always take care of you…”

I squeezed Rosa’s leg. “I love you,” I whispered.

She stood up. “I think my face is bruised from where Luna hit me. Hopefully, I’ll be able to cover that up with makeup when Mariana and I…” She walked out of the room, leaving me huddled on the floor.

After a moment, Luna shuffled on the bed. “Ana? Can you untie me? I think that I want to go home.”

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Part 2: Mind

18 months later…

The proximity alarm went off on my phone indicating that Rosa was a few blocks from home. I shut off the audio book that I was listening to and closed my computer. I walked over to the yoga mat next to the TV and knelt on it waiting for Rosa’s arrival.

She came through the door and my nose notified me immediately that she had brought home Chinese takeout. She set the food on the kitchen table then went back towards the bedroom. She was probably changing her clothes. I heard the toilet flush.

She returned to the kitchen and grabbed a single plate. She sat at the table and ate quietly, occasionally tapping furiously at her phone. My stomach made a loud growling noise, but otherwise I remained where I was, kneeling by the TV with my wrists crossed behind my back, waiting…

“You seem to be fidgeting a lot today, bijou, do you have something exciting that you want to talk about today,” Rosa asked once she had finished the food on her plate.

“Oh, yes, Chatelaine, I got a very interesting letter today-”

“Come and eat first. Then you can tell me about it.”

I stood up and dragged the yoga mat over to the kitchen table and knelt next to Rosa’s chair, once again crossing my wrists behind my back as Rosa began to carve out a bite of Beef with Broccoli for me on a fork. “Thank you, Chatelaine.”

Our lives together had changed a lot in the past year and a half. We never found any information about the buttplug. Every morning, like clockwork, Rosa unlocked the plug so I could do the number two. I cleaned the plug, slipped it back in, and presented my ass for Rosa to lock it in place for another 24 hours.

Mariana’s company was still a small startup, but they were growing quickly and Rosa was making an excellent salary. In fact, we moved out of our apartment and Rosa bought this house. Rosa had to travel a lot: San Francisco, New York City, LA, Vegas, Chicago… Of course, I accompanied her on every trip. There was no other option.

My attendance was too spurious for the pastry shop, so they let me go. Rosa said that she made enough for both of us now and forbade me from finding another worthless job. I guess that I was a kept woman now.

Unfortunately, a lot of my carny sisters from El Circo de las Mujeres Curiosas had moved on to new and exciting lives in the last year and a half as well.

Luna was making good money as a stunt woman. She had an apartment in town still but was gone for months at a time on movie sets. Lala was a bike messenger in Denver and the twins joined some art collective in the mountains outside of LA. Needless to say, I felt myself becoming more isolated. My life was focused more and more on pleasing Rosa.

I had taken up swimming at a local athletic club. Running or biking with a pole impaled in your backside is difficult, but swimming is manageable. Although, I’m in much better shape, physically than all my huffing and puffing might imply and I’m pretty sure that I leave a lot of DNA in the pool. I always wear a one piece with board shorts when I’m in the pool to hide my special parasitic butt friend.

We have an open basement with gym mats, a barre, and weights where I spend hours stretching. I discovered audio books and jigsaw puzzles. I’ve made acquaintances but no real heart-to-heart type friends.

Rosa takes really good care of me. It just seemed natural that we would slowly take on a more and more dominant - submissive lifestyle. “Power exchange” is the label that would best describe how we live. I’ve let Rosa tell me what to do more and more. I owe it to her. I need to be what she needs me to be. She’s gentle with me and loving and commanding. I kind of love it, too. I’m horny all the time. The buttplug makes sure that I am.

I remember when Mariana’s company was just really getting going. Rosa dressed me up and brought me to a company party. It’s just a basic fact that the software industry is still ridiculously male dominated. Mariana’s Bros, they called them. Some were a little awkward, but most were okay. The more charismatic ones had nice girlfriends or wives, who were usually professionals like lawyers or doctors. Much smarter than me. I didn’t really have much to talk about with them.

Then there were the C-suite dudes. Mariana grabbed my hand and presented me to a clump of them. She raised my arm and said “This is Ana. She is Rosa’s…”

The men stared at me for a moment waiting for Mariana to finish. Finally, one said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch all of that. Did you say she was Rosa’s girlfriend? Wife?”

Mariana said, “No. Just… She is Rosa’s.”

I blushed and smoothed my dress down as the men looked at me with more lurid gazes, seeming to imagine a more deviant relationship. I guess there may be truth to that.

“She’s really bendy,” Mariana said.

One of the braver men said, “Oh! I thought you were of hispanic descent. Are you Indian?”

“Not Hindi. Bendy!” Mariana laughed.

“I’m a contortionist,” I explained.

“Oh! Do that triple back bendy thing!” Mariana said.

About that time Rosa arrived with a drink for me. I thought that she was rescuing me. “Yeah, Ana. Show them your triple fold.”

I frowned at Rosa, then looked down at my dress. “Well…”

“Do it! Do it!” Mariana began to chant and others began to join in.

Finally, blushing, I stepped out of my heels and did a quick, tight back bend. I’m sure that the thick, inch diameter nipple rings that Rosa got for me were plainly obvious as the fabric pressed tightly against my breasts. I walked my hands between my legs and lowered my chest to the ground, sliding even further forward until my face was next to my feet. “Ta da!” I said quietly. I’m sure that some were able to see my panties under my skirt. I pushed myself back up to my feet and curtsied and everyone clapped for me.

After that party, in bed, I was complaining to Rosa about Mariana. “She was just having fun,” Rosa explained. “Besides, you were totally hot! Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty.”

“They thought I was a freak!”

“You are a freak, lover,” Rosa said. “I’ll tell you a little secret, but you can never say anything to anyone. Mariana is in love with you.”

“What? No way!” I said.

“She is!” Rosa said.

“Hm! Well, have her come over sometime and we can all ‘play Twister’ together,” I joked.

“Yeah? No! She’s not a carny, like us. That would just confuse her,” Rosa said. “Besides… You are my little freak anyways, now. All mine.”

“I guess I am,” I smiled. “Aren’t I?”

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Rosa fed me my dinner as I knelt patiently on the floor. We then moved to the living room, where Rosa commanded me to undress and masturbate, but not cum, while she worked on her computer. Every once in a while she would glance at me and smile. She was playing a game with me, teasing me… I smiled back. This was our strange language of love.

After about thirty minutes, Rosa stretched her arms and yawned. “Okay, Ana. Tell me about this letter that you are so excited about.”

I got up off the floor and grabbed the envelope from the mail desk. I sat next to her on the sofa, kissing her cheek. By calling me by my name, she signaled that we were once again equals. Of course, I was naked and she was fully clothed, so it still felt like she held the power.

“I got a letter from a lawyer today. I called the lawyers’ office to explain it to me. And, it’s for real. Apparently I am the sole heir to my great aunt, Tia Havalina,” I said.

“Oh! I did not know that you had any known living family,” Rosa said, as she pulled the letter from the envelope and started reading.

“I think I remember meeting her once with my mother when I was quite young,” I said. “The image in my head is that she was old and kind of bent out of shape by age. She scared me a little… Anyways, apparently I am now the owner of some old mansion in the mountains of New Hampshire.”

“Yeah! That’s what this says,” Rosa replied, holding up the letter.

“I think that the keyword is ‘old’,” I said. “The place is probably falling down. Apparently, Tia Havalina passed away almost a year ago. No telling what state the place is in. I was thinking that we could sell it. Then I’d be contributing to the household income.”

“Ana, I told you that you don’t have to worry about making an income,” Rosa said. “I am taking care of you.”

“I know, but…”

“We should check the place out,” Rosa said. “I need to go to New York City for business next month. I’ll take off a week and we’ll go up to New Hampshire and check it out.”

“Oh! Is New Hampshire near New York?”

Of course, I travel with Rosa whenever she goes on business trips due to the fact that I need to have my buttplug unlocked every morning. Mariana says that I should register as Rosa’s service animal, then perhaps I would get cheaper air fares. Apparently, for Mariana, that joke never grows old.

“Now, bijou, have you been a good girl today?” Rosa asked, once again signaling that the power exchange game is on.

I slid from the couch onto my knees on the floor. “For you, always, Chatelaine.”

“Go get ready for bed while I check to see what I have due tomorrow at work,” Rosa said.

“Yes, Chatelaine.” I bowed my head, picked up my clothes and headed off to brush my teeth.

I sleep naked every night. When I climbed into bed, I locked a padded leather cuff around each ankle. The cuffs were attached to light chains that were anchored under the bed. I also placed my double sided retainer in my mouth - a single bit of hard plastic which helped keep both my upper and lower teeth aligned. Finally, I locked leather cuffs around my wrists. These, too, were anchored by chains to the bed. The chains were too short for me to lower my arms further than my stomach.

Shortly, Rosa entered the room wearing a long silky nightgown. I felt my sex clench at the sight of the wrist length leather gloves. When Rosa wears the gloves, that means that she feels I deserve a special treat.

“Hands and knees,” she commanded.

I rolled over in bed into the position she requested. She placed her gloved hand on my back and slid it down over the swell of my butt, allowing a finger to slip between my butt cheeks and lightly jiggle the plug. With the gloves on, Rosa can touch me there without accidentally unlocking me.

I felt Rosa position herself behind me. She placed a line of kisses on my back end slowly approaching my sex. It had been four days since I had been allowed to cum. My arms were trembling with excitement. I spread my legs apart a little, anticipating her lips' arrival.

She stroked my sex with a single pass of her tongue causing me to shiver, my breath slipped from my lungs in a sudden rush.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Rosa moved away from me.

“What’s up Mariana?” Rosa said into the phone. “Yeah… I’ve got another half hour of work to do on that… probably… Uh-huh… Sure… OK. Let me put Ana to bed, then I’ll get back to you… Yeah… OK, bye.”

I groaned quietly in disappointment.

“Sorry, bijou,” Rosa said. “Maybe tomorrow… Lie down, love.”

“Yeth, Thhatayane,” I lisped around the retainer. I rolled over to my back with my hands cupping the undersides of my breasts.

“You are so pretty,” Rosa said as she idly flicked one of my nipple rings once or twice. She pulled my CPAP cup over my head. The padded cup covers my nose and mouth. She tightened the strap so that the cup pressed tightly against my flesh. When she has to work late into the night, she does not like for my snoring to interrupt her. She also does not want to keep me awake, which is her excuse to apply the blindfold and earcups.

I felt Rosa kiss the top of my head once all the straps were secure. A few moments later, I heard a muffled sound as Rosa started to talk on her phone. “Mariana? I’m back…” The conversation was too muffled and contained too much technical lingo to follow, so I eventually fell asleep.

<>--+-

A month later, Rosa woke me up from the nap I was taking in the passenger seat of our rented car.

“We’re almost there,” she said, as she turned off the rural two lane highway.

It was a cool October evening, and the light was fading from the cloudy, evening sky. The only sounds were the crunch of gravel under the tires and the wind in the trees.

"This is it," Rosa said as we rounded a bend in the road.

The mansion loomed over the landscape, a dark and forbidding presence. The gray day only served to emphasize its sinister appearance. The tall, narrow windows were like empty eyes, staring out at the world with a cold, unblinking gaze. The roof was covered in moss, and the walls were crumbling and peeling.

The mansion was surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, which was topped with sharp spikes. The gate was locked, and there was no sign of life anywhere.

The mansion seemed to be waiting, watching, biding its time. It was as if it were waiting for someone, or something, to come along and fulfill its dark purpose.

I could feel a chill run down my spine. I imagined this was a place of shadows and secrets, a place where the dead could walk and the damned could roam. It was a place where no one would ever be safe.

"Oh my God," I said. "It's even worse than I imagined. It's so creepy."

I got out of the car and unlocked a chain that held the gate closed. The sound of the cold metal links clanking against the fence was particularly unnerving. I looked around as though the noise would awaken something that should not be.

Rosa drove up to the mansion and parked in front as I pushed the creaky gate closed. The wind was picking up, and a wave of autumn leaves were starting to fall.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door with the old key in my hand. The door was old and creaky, and it took a few tries to get it open.

Rosa and I stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind us plunging us into darkness. I could hear the wind whistling through the cracks in the old stone.

I fumbled for a light switch, and finally found one. I flicked it on, and the room was illuminated. It was a large, dusty room with cobwebs everywhere. There was a fireplace in the center of the room, and a few pieces of furniture. The walls were covered in dusty oil paintings of dark, snowy forests – the ground splattered with red from some noble hunt. There were portraits of people dressed in puritan clothing.

There was a small trunk sitting in the middle of the room with a large envelope on top with my name handwritten. Inside there were instructions to turn on power to the rest of the house, start a water pump, and light the water heater. The instructions required us to navigate through the twisting halls and down into a musty cellar.

Luckily no demons jumped out at us, but we desperately held each other’s hand.

Finally, we made it to the last task: “Raise the plumb from the ventiduct and open the corliss,” Rosa repeated for the third time.

“No matter how many times you read those words, they still won’t make any sense to me,” I said.

“‘Raise the plumb…’,” Rosa read again. “It says to follow the instructions precisely and to wear the appropriate safety gear.”

“Maybe we should stay back in town,” I suggested. “I’m not sure what ‘safety equipment’ means.”

“The instructions say to go to the west hall, second bedroom on the right,” Rosa said, with that focused look she gets when performing a particular task. I followed Rosa’s lead. I had no idea which way was west. We ended up in a small room lined with bookcases which reeked of mold and decay.

“Roll the case on the back wall two meters towards the left…” Rosa crossed the room and tentatively pushed against the side of a large bookcase. “I think this is it. Help me push.”

“Maybe we should wait-”

“Bijou!” Rosa said.

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I responded. Apparently, I would not be able to deter Rosa from completing the list.

With both of us working, the bookcase began to slide along a set of rails, revealing the wall behind. Rosa ran her hand along the wall, stopping after a moment. “Hmm.” She pushed the wall. There was a clicking sound and a door sized section of the wall popped out. “Help me pull this open,” Rosa said.

A cold breeze burst from behind the door like an exhalation. The house itself, it seems, had been holding its breath. Behind the door was only darkness. Somewhere, deep within that darkness there was a sound of some sort of machine coming to life. By the time that I realized that there was a staircase descending into the earth behind the door, some sort of light clicked on far below.

“‘Climb down to the bottom’,” Rosa read and she stepped through the door.

I could do nothing but follow at this point. Rosa had activated the power dynamic. I owed her to do exactly as she said.

As we made our way down the uneven steps cut straight into the bedrock, I tried to envision what kind of machinery could possibly be kept down underground like this. Maybe it was some sort of well or maybe a steam based central heating. Whatever it was, the steps took us deeper and deeper underground.

We must have descended the equivalent of five stories into the earth. The stairs were not ordered in flights. There were no places where we turned back on ourselves. I couldn’t imagine that we were even anywhere under the structure of the house anymore.

We stepped from the stairs into an underground cavern, lit by a series of buzzing incandescent lights. There were a number of large machines. They did not look old and rusty, as I might expect. Rather they were shiny and sleek as though freshly installed.

A large green circle had been painted on the floor. Part of its circumference was lined with a series of control panels - buttons and levers. A laminated document of sorts dangled from the controls. I looked over Rosa’s shoulder at the document as she read. Anxiety, or perhaps the effort of the descent, had my dyslexia running wild. The letters on the document seemed to spin and change. I had to look away as a headache began to form.

“It says that we need to wear hard hats and a safety harness,” Rosa said.

Two of each sat to one side. We put them on - tightening the straps of the harnesses around our torsos. A leash extended from each harness to eyebolts drilled into the floor – one on either side of a second circular section centered around the attachment point of a thick cable that descended from overhead.

“Use the winch to raise the capstone.”

There were more instructions than Rosa read aloud. She seemed to know which controls to activate. I jumped nervously as one of the machines came to life with a whining sound that quickly ascended in pitch as though it was under a heavy load. In front of us there was a low grinding sound and a huge circular section of the floor began to be pulled up by the overhead cable.

By the time the machine cut out, a four foot deep cylinder of stone had been pulled from the ground and was suspended about eight feet overhead. Rosa manipulated some more controls and the winch arm rotated to a side carrying the huge stone plug with it. Once clear, the plug was lowered onto a pad. It settled on the floor with a heavy boom.

A second cable slithered down from overhead.

“Attach the hook to the steel plate,” Rosa read.

“Steel plate?” I asked.

She pointed into the hole which once housed the plug. I stepped to the edge and suddenly understood the reason for the tethered safety harness. I could clearly see a six foot diameter steel plate in the bottom of the hole, four feet down. I glanced up at Rosa and she motioned for me to climb down and do as the instructions stated.

I found a pair of handle grips bolted to the floor next to the hole and chose that point to drop down inside. I slipped the hook from the overhead cable into an eyelet on the steel plate and twisted a screw to close the gap on the hook. Rosa helped drag me back out of the hole.

A second winch was used to lift the steel plate from within the hole. When its seal was broken a whoosh of warm air puffed up from below.

“Use the boat hook to snare the cable loop from below the plate.”

I found a long pole with a hook and stepped to the edge of the hole. Below the steel plate, there was nothing but darkness – a gaping maw leading deep into the earth. I used the hook to retrieve a cable attached to the underside of the steel plate.

Rosa followed more instructions and soon we had succeeded in setting the heavy steel plate to the side and now a third winch was engaging the thick cable descending into the darkness below.

Slowly the cable was pulled up from the hole. Occasionally, I could see a vibration in the cable and far below us there was a deep scraping sound.

The cable slowly spooled for ten minutes, at least. “Something is coming up!” I shouted to Rosa as I cautiously looked over the edge. A six foot deep metal cylinder slowly rose from the hole. It was tapered slightly - smaller towards the bottom where a wide, foot deep, rubber-looking gasket was attached. The cylinder continued to rise from the hole.

On the underside a thick chain dangled further into the hole. Soon a metal framework of sorts cleared the hole’s mouth. Within the framework there was a smooth, featureless metal ball, about a meter in diameter, that seemed to be slowly spinning, held within the framework.

Once the framework cleared the hole, the winch arm rotated to the side, allowing Rosa to lower the contraption to the ground. After the winch engine had been shut down, I kicked a small rock into the hole. I never heard it hit the ground.

Rosa approached the framework with the instructions in hand. She located a control panel on the side. “One - zero - three,” she said, as she typed on a keypad. “One - zero - six.”

The steel ball in the center of the framework slowly stopped spinning. A green light illuminated on the side of the metal sphere. Rosa looked back at me for a second. “Press the green button to unlock the door,” she recited from the instructions.

There was a hissing sound and a series of heavy clicks somewhere inside the sphere. Then a circular hatch popped open on the side. Rosa pulled at the hatch which opened to the side and looked into the interior.

“Holy shit!” Rosa said, her voice trembling, “There’s a dead body inside!”

I wanted to look. And, I did not want to look. I found myself stepping back from the framework, tightly gripping the tether attached to my harness.

“Wait!” Rosa said. “She’s breathing! Her skin is warm!”

“What?” I asked, trying to look around Rosa into the sphere. “How?”

Suddenly a thin arm reached out from the dark space inside, grabbing Rosa’s wrist, causing her to scream. I think I might have peed myself a little.

“Help me pull her out,” Rosa said.

Soon, a short, young, naked woman emerged from the sphere. She had long, straight black hair and she held her hands over her dark brown eyes.

“How long has she been inside there?” I asked. “Should I call 9-1-1?” I looked at my phone, but there was no service.

“Water,” the woman whispered.

“Let’s help her up into the house,” Rosa said.

It took a long time to navigate our way back up the stairs and through the secret door. The woman seemed to gain her strength as we ascended. She was walking without assistance by the time we made it to the kitchen and found a cup for her to drink from.

“Is Havalina gone?” she asked after a few sips.

“Uh… she passed away almost a year ago,” I responded. “How long…?”

“What’s the date?” the woman asked.

“October 29th,” Rosa responded.

“What year?” the woman asked.

Rosa and I looked at each other for a second. When we told her the year, the woman said, “I’ve been down there for almost 17 years. At least the bitch kept her promise.”

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The woman told us that her name was Caribou and that she had climbed into the sphere voluntarily knowing that she might be inside for an extended period of time.

“But 17 years?” Rosa asked. “You must have been about 10 years old back then! You look to be about our ages.”

“As I explained,” Caribou replied, “Havalina and I were experimenting on a branch of physics still not discovered by mainstream science.”

I looked at Rosa to see if she had any idea what Caribou was talking about. When I turned back to Caribou, she was looking directly at me.

“In the past, our experiments would have been called magic,” Caribou explained. “Some would even call it dark magic. Regardless, I have existed outside this universe’s time continuum. I have not aged since I entered the sphere.”

Caribou was sitting on a couch. We had found a soft blanket to wrap around her body, but she complained that the cloth was irritating her skin, and quickly let it fall around her. She seemed to have no qualms with sitting naked before us.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” Rosa said, “but, can you provide any evidence that what you say is true?”

“No offense taken,” Caribou said. “I’d be skeptical, myself. I’m not really sure that there are any biographical records of me anymore. I was living here with the old witch for about a year before I went into the machine.” Caribou pointed at one of the portraits hanging on the wall.

Rosa stood up and looked at the portrait for a moment. She put her hand up to her mouth and stepped a little closer, to get a better look.

“I’ve seen this person before…” Rosa said.

“That’s Havalina,” Caribou said.

“Why is she dressed like some old pilgrim?” I asked.

“She was probably alive back in the 1600s,” Caribou said.

I tried to decide if Caribou was joking. She wasn’t smiling.

“She’s the one who sold me that thing,” Rosa said, suddenly, turning towards me.

“What thing?” I asked. “Oh…” I shifted a little on my bottom feeling the familiar sensation of the buttplug waving around inside.

“She sold you something?” Caribou asked.

Rosa and I looked at each other.

“It was a buttplug, wasn’t it?” Caribou said, grinning.

I turned to Caribou, shocked.

“Do you still have it?” Caribou asked Rosa.

Rosa did not reply, but Caribou followed her gaze. “You have it!” she said, excitedly, looking directly at me.

“And you must be the keeper,” Caribou said, pointing at Rosa. “Can I see it?”

My heart was hammering in my chest. After a year and a half, we finally had found someone who might know how I could safely remove the buttplug. Rosa was looking at me, expectantly. I suddenly realized that they both wanted me to take off my pants and underwear and show them my special jewelry. I opened my mouth to protest.

“Bijou!” Rosa said in her dominant voice.

Before I knew it, out of reflex, I suppose, I had slipped off the couch and knelt on the rug with my hands crossed behind my back. Caribou was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Take off your clothes, bijou,” Rosa said calmly.

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I began to lift my sweatshirt over my head.

“Present your butt for inspection,” Rosa stated, once I had completely stripped all my clothes off.

Soon, I was bending over with my butt pointed up at Caribou. I figured that she was sitting around naked, so, my own nudity was really no big deal.

Caribou placed a soft hand on the side of my butt. Rosa flinched and started to say something. “Don’t worry,” Caribou said quickly. “I’m not going to touch it.”

“You know about this buttplug?” Rosa asked. “Is there some way to remove it?”

“Well, I assume that you are her keeper, right?” Caribou said to Rosa. “You can unlock it by touching the jewel, right?”

“Yes, but–” Rosa started.

“But, you have to replace it after about five minutes, right?” Caribou said.

“Every morning,” Rosa sighed. “Otherwise, she can’t… you know… poop.”

“It kind of bonds the two of you together, doesn’t it?” Caribou tapped my butt. “You can go ahead and kneel on the floor, sweetheart,” she said to me.

I did as she said. I decided that Rosa and I were still in the power exchange mode, so it only made sense to do what Caribou said. Rosa would probably want me there anyways.

“Is there a way to take it out and leave it out?” Rosa asked.

“Havalina must know of a way…” Caribou said. “Must have known, that is… You two seem to have shifted the power dynamic here… Can she speak?”

“Oh, yes,” Rosa said. “Of course.”

“You are a very pretty girl,” Caribou said to me. She reached out and lifted one of my nipple rings for a moment before letting it swing back down, freely.

“Thank you, Miss Caribou,” I said, bowing my head.

“Have the two of you always had this dynamic?” Caribou asked. “Has she always been this submissive?”

“Yeah,” Rosa replied. “I mean, it has sort of naturally grown and evolved since we started living together…”

“Has it changed since she started wearing the buttplug?” Caribou asked.

Rosa looked at me for a moment. I was interested to hear how she was going to reply. Unfortunately, she said, “bijou, go and prepare the bed in the master suite. Install the straps and restraints. Find your CPAP and blindfold. It’s getting late, but I want to talk to Miss Caribou privately for a moment. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I said. I stood, retrieved my pile of clothes, then walked out of the room in search of the place where we had left our luggage.

I opened my suitcase and pulled out a pair of long leather straps. I pushed each strap between the king sized mattress and the box springs. One aligned with where my ankles would lay; the second further up the bed near my neck. I had to push the straps underneath the bed, and, for each, once a loop was formed, I pulled them tight and buckled the ends together.

I situated the tether with my ankle cuffs so they were positioned by the lower strap. My wrist cuffs tether was limited by the second leather strap. My hands would be positioned near my breasts, but unable to reach down to play with my sex.

I set up the CPAP machine. I found my mouth piece, blindfold and ear cups. Then I knelt on the floor and waited for Rosa to come put me to bed.

<>--+-

I was lying in bed. Rosa was behind me holding me in her arms. Her naked breasts were pressing into my back. I was very comfortable. I felt safe. She was stroking her hand gently along my abdomen, down towards the top of my vagina.

I heard a muffled knock at our door. Rosa got out of bed. She was talking to Caribou. I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying due to the ear cups. The bed shifted again. I could sense a greater weight in the bed than when Rosa had gotten up. Rosa’s naked butt pressed against mine. I continued to hear muffled voices. Rosa and Caribou were talking. We were all sharing a bed. After a while I fell asleep.

<>--+-

The next morning, Caribou followed Rosa and I into the bathroom and sat, naked, on the side of a claw foot bathtub, casually talking about Tia Havalina and her hobby of designing butt plugs. Meanwhile, Rosa pressed the jewel on mine and slid it from me. Liquid poured from my insides as Rosa washed the plug in the sink. After I was done, I bent over and with a grunt, Rosa locked the plug into me for another day.

In the afternoon, Caribou showed us an office where Havalina researched her physics / magic / whatever. There were stacks of notebooks with detailed notes scrawled throughout them. I flipped through a few pages and watched as the ink twisted and turned about itself. I had to close the notebook when I started to become sick to my stomach. I resigned myself to a chair, while Rosa flipped from notebook to notebook.

Caribou sat down next to me. “Rosa said that you are one of the greatest contortionists in the world. She said that you two were part of a traveling circus.”

“Well… I was born with extreme flexibility,” I said, blushing.

“What was that like?” Caribou asked. “Growing up in a circus?”

“Oh! It was awesome,” I said, smiling. “We often struggled to make enough money, but to us kids, it didn’t really matter so much. We were all sisters. We had a great time.”

“Were you happy?” Caribou asked.

“It was the best of times,” I said. “We’ve all moved on now to various places, but, even today, even twenty years from now, if I knocked on their door, or if one of them came to Rosa and I, we would do anything for one another. We are like family. We will always be there for one another. They were my family.”

“How about now?” Caribou asked. “Why don’t you still do contortion?”

“Contortion is just a sideshow,” I said, looking down. “It’s not a main act. I guess that, right now, Rosa is the main act. She’s brilliant. She’s rocking the high tech world. I couldn’t go on some traveling tour and drag Rosa around with me.”

“Because of the buttplug?” Caribou asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I sighed. “It’s kind of thrown a wrench in the works, you know?”

Caribou nodded, smiling at me, she placed a soft hand on my shoulder.

“There’s that old joke where people call their spouse a ‘ball and chain’. Well, I really am Rosa’s ball and chain,” I frowned. “Rosa has to take me everywhere she goes. She does it though. And she loves me still. She is the best.”

“What would you do if you could find a way to remove the plug?” Caribou asked.

“I would do anything to remove the plug,” I said, wistfully. “I would do freaking anything so that Rosa could be free… to go on business trips. So, she could be free…”

“What about you? Do you want to be free?” Caribou asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I said.

“But you like being submissive to Rosa?” Caribou asked.

“I love her with all my heart,” I said. “I would do anything for her. Anything!” I turned to look at Rosa who was engrossed in one of the notebooks. “Anything…”

<>--+-

After dinner we were sitting together in the living room. There was a lull in the conversation. I noticed that Caribou, who was lying naked on the couch, was gently slipping her knuckles over her left nipple, back and forth. Her nipple had become hard from the stimulation.

“My skin is starting to feel better,” Caribou said, when she noticed that I was staring at her. “It was kind of like when you have a cast on your arm for several weeks. When you get the cast removed, the skin underneath is hypersensitive. Every place I touched tingled, and not in a good way.” She rubbed a hand across her abdomen and into the pubic hair covering her sex. “Now it’s starting to feel pretty good again.”

Caribou looked over at Rosa. There seemed to be some kind of hunger in her eyes. Caribou was pretty. I could imagine myself lying with her, enjoying her body. I was feeling pretty horny. I glanced at Rosa, who was looking at me. I nodded my head.

“Show me that thing you were talking about yesterday, Rosa,” Caribou said suddenly. “That phrase thing…”

“Phrase thing?” I asked, suddenly becoming nervous. I looked at Rosa who had closed her eyes and laughed nervously.

“Uh, OK,” Rosa said.

“Wait!” I said. “I’d rather-”

“Ana is my little sunbeam, my little shaft of light,” Rosa said.

“Uhhrp!” My throat closed up and my tongue lost all dexterity. I wanted to say that I wasn’t ready, but all that came out of my mouth was a husky grunt. I immediately forgot what I wanted to say. I slipped out of my chair onto the floor and rolled onto my back. I was wearing a button-up blouse which I seized with both hands and ripped open, buttons clattered across the floor exposing my naked breasts and their ringed nipples. I desperately pushed at my yoga pants and panties - yanking off my fluffy socks along with them. In no time, I was completely naked and rutting for sex.

I pushed my right hand between my legs and looked up to Rosa for instructions.”Fuhhh!”

“Wow!” Caribou said. “She can’t even speak?”

“No,” Rosa replied. “We started this as a game, and she used to be able to break out of the role, but now… I don’t think that she can anymore.”

I heard the words that they were saying and probably even understood them, but the reason for the communications simply did not seem to be very important, so I immediately forgot what was being said. The only important thing was an orgasm. I flopped around on the ground for a bit, rubbing myself.

“I’ll need to take care of her, or she can become violent,” Rosa said.

“Can I?” Caribou asked. “I mean… would she do me?”

“Oh, yeah,” Rosa replied. “Anything sex related.”

Caribou sat up on the couch and spread her legs apart. She reached down to where I was flailing about on the floor and carefully grabbed my hair in a firm grip. She pulled my head toward her and I flopped up on to my knees utterly fixated on her engorged sex. She did not have to force me. I dove at the chance to lap my tongue up and down her slit.

“Oh!” Caribou moaned. “She’s… she’s really good… at this…”

I was not thinking about technique or subtleties of teasing Caribou. I was only thinking of one thing: orgasm. Whose orgasm was not important. Only the existence of an orgasm and as fast as possible.

As I worked there was no other conscious thought in my head. Although, looking back, I remember the color of Caribou’s skin, the texture of her hair, her willowy build… I noticed, somehow in a nonconscious way, how similar her physical features were to mine. She had never mentioned that she was related to Havalina. She never referred to her as Tia, as an aunt, but maybe we were cousins? Hopefully, distant cousins.

As I noted though these thoughts did not reach a conscious level until after the events that were occurring. Caribou was squeezing my head between her thighs and I could hear her muffled screams of ecstasy as I shoved my tongue as deeply within her as I could.

She seemed to be ready to release me. Her thighs did not hug my head so tightly. But, I was not done yet. The existence of an orgasm did not preclude me from making more. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed them tightly around my face once again. I dug my tongue below the nub of her swollen clit and pushed up again and again causing Caribou to scream as another orgasm flushed through her body.

Eventually, Caribou pushed me away from her. Her sex had become so sensitive that further contact was becoming painful. I twisted around to find Rosa standing behind me. I stood and kissed her roughly on the lips, ripping at her clothes, desperate to get her naked as quickly as possible. I needed to make her orgasm.

I nipped at a nipple on my way down, but that was only because it was a convenient distraction. I yanked her panties to the floor and buried my face between her legs, holding her steady until her knees buckled and shook.

“How long?” Caribou was asking. “How long does she stay in this state?”

“Until she has an orgasm,” Rosa explained as she pushed my head away from her dripping sex. “Or she sleeps.”

“She can fall asleep in this state?” Caribou asked.

“Or pass out, maybe is a better description,” Rosa said, still fighting my advances.

“I want to see,” Caribou said.

“Help me put her to bed,” Rosa replied. “Careful! She can become violent and she is really strong! Bijou!”

I flopped angrily onto my knees, plotting the creation of another orgasm.

“Bijou!” Rosa shouted. “You will follow calmly into the bedroom!”

“Yuuuhhhh” I moaned. What I most likely heard was “you will follow into the bedroom for an orgasm,” and that is the only way I was able to coordinate my body to perform as Rosa demanded.

Soon, the two women had me on my back on the big bed, with my wrist and ankles locked in the leather cuffs. I desperately jerked at the restraints, but I would not ever be strong enough to break them. They were specifically chosen to ensure that. I moaned and screamed incoherently waiting for one of them to give me my orgasm. They both just seemed to stare at me, which caused me to fight harder at my restraints.

“I want to test her,” Caribou said. “Ana, all you need to do is tell me what you want and I’ll give you an orgasm.”

“Ooorhhh!” I moaned, trying to make my tongue cooperate.

Caribou touched a finger to my naked sex. She slipped it in a circle, always grazing the flesh of my clitoris. “Just say the word, Ana. Say any word.”

“Iiiaahh!” My chest was heaving as I hyperventilated. “Rooooohh!”

“You try it, Rosa,” Caribou suggested as she continued to lightly touch my dripping pussy.

“Ana, say ‘please’,” Rosa suggested. “Say ‘please, Miss Caribou’…”

“Puhhhhh!” The bed was shaking and the leather straps were creaking. “Puuuaaahhhh!”

“Command her,” Caribou said.

“Bijou!” Rosa shouted in her best dominant voice. “Bijou! Answer your mistress, now!”

“Yuuuhhhhh! Uhhh!”

Caribou stopped manipulating my sex and placed her finger in her mouth.

“Oooowwww! Oorr!” I screamed.

Rosa turned to Caribou, but said nothing. “That’s awesome,” Caribou whispered. “One more test.”

She stepped up onto her toes and began kissing Rosa. Soon, they were more interested in one another than they were in me and I screamed in desperate rage. I saw the bedroom door close as they slipped out of the room, leaving me tortured and needy, flailing about on the bed.

“Arrgghhh!”

<>--+-

I awoke the next morning, naked and alone in bed. I could tell by the light coming through the window that the sun had been up for a while. I couldn’t find my robe anywhere. Well, Caribou had seen me naked before…

I slipped out the bedroom door and tiptoed into the living room where Caribou and Rosa were talking. Caribou was sitting on the couch in my robe. They did not hear me enter the room.

“…will be totally safe, but you have to commit to at least two months,” Caribou was saying. “I mean I wouldn’t even answer the phone until the new year… Hello, Ana, you are up finally.”

Rosa turned and smiled at me, “Hello, love!”

“I really, really have to go to the bathroom,” I said pointing at my butt.

Rosa and Caribou turned toward each other for a second, then Rosa said, “Coming, love!” and she started to get up.

<>--+-

In the afternoon, Rosa and I went hiking on the property and up into the adjacent national forest. The sky was clear, but the wind was strong and frigid. The trees, stripped of their leaves, seemed to grope for the deep blue sky above as the wind blew them to and fro.

We hiked through the forest and up onto an overlook where we found a warm spot in the sun, shielded from the wind. It seemed like you could see forever and there was no sign of houses or roads or buildings.

“It’s like we are the only ones on the planet,” I said as I cuddled a little closer to Rosa, sliding my hand into the waistband of her pants and pulling her towards me. All this hiking caused my buttplug to wiggle and shake, leaving me very horny. And, I hadn’t forgotten that I never received an orgasm the night before. I wondered if it would be too cold to pull down my pants for a little while.

Rosa did not take the hint. She held me tightly and whispered, “You know that I always love you, right?”

It was nice to hear her say that. “I certainly hope so, ‘cause you are stuck with me,” I responded.

<>--+-

After our hike, I took a shower and packed most of the bags. We were going to drive back to New York the next day, then catch an afternoon flight to the west coast and eventually back home. It was going to be a long day.

Rosa and Caribou were in the kitchen where, apparently, Caribou had located an old bottle of wine. Both Rosa and I are complete light weights and Rosa was already a glass beyond reason it seemed.

Over dinner, we discussed how Caribou would live in the mansion and keep it from falling apart. We would have to work out how to get her a new ID. Rosa and I agreed, privately, that we would research her past – figure out exactly who she is.

After we washed the dishes, we settled in the living room again. Rosa and Caribou continued to drink the wine.

“Show Caribou some contortion,” Rosa said suddenly.

“OK,” I said. I hadn’t really stretched much for the past week, so it was nice to be able to move a little. An audience made it even more fun.

Caribou clapped when I moved into my various positions.

I leaned on a chair, then raised my right leg straight up in the air - my legs forming a perfect vertical line. It was a side split without the help of gravity. A difficult move for most… Not for me, though.

“Do the adult show, Ana!” Rosa cheered on.

Still balanced on my left foot, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then shucked the tank top I was wearing underneath.

“Woohoo!” Caribou said.

I unbuttoned the shorts and pushed the zipper down. I placed both hands on the ground and twisted, lowering my right leg into a tight back bend. From this position I twitched my hips back and forth and slowly shook my shorts so they dropped down to my ankles. I raised my feet from the ground and flicked the shorts so they landed on Rosa’s head.

I did a series of splits as I balanced on my hands. Finally, I dropped my feet to the ground again in the tight backbend. I pointed my toes and slowly slid my legs back as I arched further, pushing my head forward and slid into an extremely tight triple fold. I was one of only a handful of people in the world who could achieve this position. My knees were almost touching the floor. My smiling face raised toward my audience - my crotch just above my head. I reached up with a hand and pulled down on the gusset of my panties, over my face and into my mouth. I bit down and held them tightly. Then I slowly raised my legs into the air. As I did I maintained the bite on my panties and they slipped from my legs leaving me completely naked.

I arched my back and bent my knees. This made my butt stick out right above my head. I wiggled my butt from side to side as Rosa and Caribou cheered. I noticed flashes of green light on the wall over their heads – reflected light from the jewel at the end of my buttplug.

“Wow!” Caribou shouted. “I can’t believe how tight she can bend her back. That’s just crazy.”

Rosa said, “She can do better than that if you push a little.”

I straightened myself out and stood up and bowed, making sure to display my ringed nipples.

“Sexy!” Caribou clapped.

“She can fit in that trunk,” Rosa said.

Caribou and I looked over at the trunk that had been left for us containing all the house documents.

“…in a triple fold,” Rosa continued.

“No fucking way,” Caribou said.

I’m always up for a good challenge.

Rosa opened the lid of the trunk and unceremoniously dumped all the papers on the floor.

I walked gracefully over to the trunk and stepped inside with my feet positioned towards one of the sides. I arched back, placing my hands flat, behind my feet. The width of the trunk would just barely contain my shoulder width, so I had to get a little creative in order to slip my head between my legs. I twisted my torso as I pushed my arms between my legs. I reached up to grasp the upper lip of the trunk. With my weight on my chest, this position gave me leverage to slide my feet back towards the side opposite my head.

With my feet now near my breasts, I twisted my torso back to align my body. This forced my legs to squeeze tightly against the walls of the trunk. I was wedged so tightly, I bet you could have turned the trunk over and I would not have slipped out.

“Am I in?” I asked.

“Almost,” Rosa said. I felt her hand slide gently over my abdomen down towards my crotch. “Watch your fingers.”

I released the top edge of the trunk wall above my head. I felt Rosa’s hand apply firm pressure to my abdomen, pushing me a little more tightly into the base of the trunk.

“Wow,” I heard Caribou’s voice from above. “She really is wedged in there. Incredible!”

I felt a stream of something wet spray against my upper abdomen and drip down towards the bottom of the trunk, clinging to my chest as it made its journey. A pungent smell wafted towards my nose. There was a second squirt of liquid towards my crotch which eventually began to drip down on my head.

“What are you guys doing up there?” I asked.

“I'm going to close the lid,” Rosa said.

“What is that liquid?” I asked.

Rosa and Caribou did not answer me. I felt the wooden lid of the trunk press above me against my abdomen. There was a loud, metal clicking sound on my left side. They had locked the trunk. I tried to push up against the lid, but it didn’t move at all.

“Rosa?” I asked. I couldn’t move at all. “Rosa?”

I heard muffled voices outside the trunk. Rosa normally wouldn’t pull a prank like this on me. I always felt very safe with her. But, she had been drinking a lot. “Rosa?” I wasn’t feeling completely safe at the moment. “Rosa?!”

Suddenly, I felt the trunk move. It rocked back and forth a little. Were they carrying me somewhere? “Hello? Can you guys hear me? What’s going on out there?”

I listened for their voices.

“I need a quick break,” Caribou was saying. “Before we go down all those stairs.”

“OK, let’s rest for a moment,” Rosa’s voice replied.

I felt the trunk settle on the floor.

The living room is on the ground floor of the house. The only stairs going down from there were through the secret door.

“Rosa! I want to get out please! Rosa!? What are you doing? Open the fucking box!”

I listened for a response.

“I can’t do this,” Rosa said.

“Yes, you can,” Caribou responded. “Don’t listen to her.”

“I thought you said that that shit you squirted in the trunk was a paralytic. I thought she wouldn’t be able to talk.”

“Rosa!” I screamed. “What the fucking are you doing? Open the fucking box!”

“It takes a little while to work,” Caribou said.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Rosa said again. She sounded like she was crying.

“Do that thing!” Caribou said. “That phrase! Then she won’t be able to interrupt.”

“Ok,” Rosa said quietly.

“No!” I screamed. “Rosa! Don’t listen to her! I’ll… I’ll forget this happened… I love you! Stop!”

“Ana,” Rosa’s voice said. She had obviously moved closer down to where my head was located in the trunk.

“No!”

“My little sunbeam…”

“No! Rosa! Don’t do it!”

“My little shaft of light…”

“Noooo-ugh!” Oh, god! My tongue went slack and my arousal blasted off the scales. “Arghhh!”

I tried to reach for my sex, but I couldn’t move anything. I had to have an orgasm! Immediately! I had to remember that I was stuck in a small trunk. But, I had to have an orgasm. But I couldn’t move at all. “Rooo-ugh!”

I felt the trunk rise in the air. There was a rhythmic thump, thump… I imagined that we were descending the stairs. I tried to scream again, but my lips felt funny – tingly. I couldn’t feel the sides of the trunk pressing against me anymore. I needed an orgasm!

I felt drips of liquid splash on my head. I could smell my own arousal. Outside the trunk… thump, thump… My own vaginal lubrication was dripping on my face.

I tried to scream, but I couldn’t even move my mouth. I imagined a dark infinite space. I was floating in the space. I was the only light. One touch and I would have an explosive orgasm. I would fill infinity with light. But I couldn’t move. There was nothing available to touch me.

Suddenly there was light. The trunk was open. Rosa had come to her senses.

I heard a voice… “… really wedged…”

I was floating up from the trunk. I saw all the winches and heavy machinery. I saw the large steel ball. The hatch was open and I was floating toward it. My head slipped through the hatch. Then my body followed. It was tight in this space. I was still bent in a triple fold. My back was bent. My feet were resting next to my face. I think someone was wrenching my arms around. I heard the clicking of handcuffs in the small of my back. Was I being arrested?

Suddenly, there was a loud boom and everything went dark again. They had closed the hatch. I heard heavy metal bars slide into place, locking the hatch closed.

Suddenly I felt dizzy. Up and down became confused. I felt my hair flop up and down, up and down. I had no idea which way was up and down anymore though. I remembered that the metal sphere would spin when it was in its framework.

I felt a new vibration kick in. Every once in a while there was a thump inside my spinning sphere. I imagined the framework gently bouncing against the sides of the hole it was being lowered into.

I needed to orgasm.

The vibration seemed to last for a long time. But then there was a thump and my ears felt like they popped. The vibration was gone. There was no sound. There was no light. All that remained was the vertigo. All that remained was my arousal.

I saw a vision. I saw myself, naked and bent over, turning my head back to look at the person standing behind me, smiling. “Put it in,” I said to myself.

I looked down. I had Havalina’s magic butt plug in my hand. Suddenly, I was Havalina’s buttplug. No. I was inside the bulb at the end of Havalina’s buttplug. Inside the buttplug, I was moving towards my anus. I was pressed up against my anus. Resistance fell away and I slid inside, into the darkness.

The petals of the buttplug splayed out and settled against the walls of my rectum. My bulb flopped about tapping against points of arousal.

Tap, tap, tap…

Hypnotizing me…

Tap, tap, tap…

There’s nothing.

<>--+- -+--<>

Part 3: Spirit

I awoke in the Master bedroom. I was lying on top of the covers, naked. I suddenly remembered the ordeal that Rosa and Caribou had put me through the night before. I was going to have to say something about that. I did not feel safe with their prank. I wriggled around a little. My hands were cuffed somehow behind my back. Annoying, but typically no big deal. I could easily move cuffed hands from back to front. However, when I started to try, I felt a yanking feeling on my neck.

I was wearing some kind of collar. A chain from the back of the collar was keeping my restrained hands locked in the middle of my back!

I climbed out of bed, shaking my shoulders. I didn’t really feel the urge to go to the bathroom, but I know that my body works like clockwork. I needed to find Rosa so she could unlock the buttplug and get me out of these chains.

I looked around the room. She had already moved all our bags out. What the hell was I supposed to wear? I got up and walked to the door, my bare feet chilled by the cold, hardwood floors. I reached for the door knob with my right foot, but somehow missed it. I tried again…

My foot passed right through the door knob. What the fuck?!

I heard voices outside the house in the driveway.

I ran to the window.

Caribou and Rosa were talking by the rental car. Rosa was closing the trunk, which was filled with all our luggage. All my luggage!

I tried to bang on the window to get their attention. My foot passed right through the window pane. Fuck!! I pressed my cheek against the window. I could feel the surface of the pane, but when I pushed a little harder, my face slipped right through.

It felt like pressing my face on the surface of the water in a calm bathtub. I could feel the surface, but there was no substance to it.

Rosa glanced up at the house. She looked haggard. I had to get out there and get her attention. I pushed my shoulder through the window pane - then my head. Then I jumped through. I landed on the cold gravel of the driveway.

“Wait!” I shouted. Neither Caribou, nor Rosa seemed to hear me.

“… and don’t worry,” Caribou was saying to Rosa. “Call me after New Year’s and we’ll see how things are going. And, please, enjoy yourself. You are free!”

Rosa gave a brief thin smile then turned and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Wait!” I screamed.

I ran to the passenger door and tried to open the handle with my toes. My foot passed right through, of course.

Rosa started the engine and shifted into gear. I ran to the front of the car and tried to kick the hood. The car advanced, passing straight through me. “Hey!”

Next I was running down the driveway trying to catch up to Rosa as she drove away. “Stop! Come back!”

As I ran, I noticed that the world around me was becoming more and more fuzzy. Gray spots were beginning to fill my vision. I looked forward desperately watching Rosa’s car drive further away. I ducked my head and tried to run even faster.

Soon my vision faltered, graying out completely. I felt like I was falling forward.

I opened my eyes and I was lying on the bed in the Master bedroom again. I jumped up to the window. Caribou was walking up to the front door. I noticed that the bitch was wearing my bathrobe.

“Fuck!”

My arms were still locked behind my back. I shook my shoulders violently, cursing.

I pushed my head through the window again.

Slowly the realization settled around me like a heavy stone. I’m a ghost. Something went wrong with Caribou’s little isolation tank. They put me in, but I must have died. They fucking murdered me. Now, I’m just a ghost!

<>--+-

I ran through the house to find the secret door standing wide open. I started to run down the long flight of stairs to the underground cavern with all the fancy machines. As I descended, I started to imagine what I was going to find. Did I want to actually find my dead, lifeless body? By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was barely moving at all.

There was no metal framework with a large, metal spinning sphere, no large steel cylinder, no round steel plate, and the thick stone plug was now flush with the floor of the cave - put back in its place! Of course it was. My dead body was deep underneath all that… Locked far, far away.

I walked out onto the stone plug. If I concentrated, I could push my foot into the stone. Since I’m a ghost, I thought I could probably descend into that deep tight hole, down to the spinning sphere. I could look inside. What would I do then? If I could re-enter my body somehow, what would I do? If I was not a ghost, there is no way I’d be able to travel back up that shaft on my own. I’d just have to wait around to die again.

As I stood there in the cavern, suddenly all the lights shut down. It was pitch dark. I turned and started running up the stairs. Even though there was absolutely no light, I could still make out the contours of the world around me. I guess that is a benefit of having ghostly vision.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I found the secret door closed. I passed through it just as Caribou was sliding the bookcase along the rail to hide the door’s existence.

“You fucking bitch!” I shouted at her. I kicked at her as hard as I could, but it just passed through her face. I tried to head-butt as she made her way to the kitchen and opened the door of the refrigerator, sniffing through some containers of food that Rosa and I had made. “Murderer!”

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I woke up on the bed in the Master bedroom - naked as always. Actually, I wasn’t completely naked. I still wore my large nipple rings and the buttplug was still firmly lodged in my backside. Of course, there were the chains and cuffs and collar that forced me to keep my hands in the middle of my back. I guess that this is the fate of ghosts to eternally wear the apparel they died in.

Time passed. I don’t know how time moves when you are a ghost, but, for me it skipped forward in small jumps. I think I was nowhere for some forgotten chunks of time.

I could feel the cold outside, but it did not bother me. I could walk along the snow-covered drive barefoot. Of course, I left no footprints. I could sit on the roof in a howling storm. I knew the wind was blowing. My hair would even flap in the breeze. Regardless, it did not affect me at all.

I watched as Caribou had people install fiber optics lines to the house. She bought a fancy computer and a large TV. A new Subaru appeared in the driveway. Her wardrobe seemed to expand. She spent a lot of time searching the web.

She seemed to have a thing for missing women. I’m not exactly sure. Missing persons reports just have a certain look. And that was the look of the things she was researching. Maybe she was looking for information about her own disappearance.

I was always extremely aroused. For a weightless, ghostly buttplug, the thing shoved in my ass certainly wiggled around a lot. When I moved, it moved inside me. I tried desperately to twist my arms around so I could put a finger on my sex - to touch myself. Unfortunately, my ghostly chains had the property of impermeability that everything else did not.

I was going crazy with arousal. How could they have chained me like this? Did Caribou know how to make me suffer the most?

I straddled the backs of couches. I aligned myself with broom handles. Of course, my body passed right through with no friction.

Finally, I was at a breaking point and I screamed, “Fucking bitches!! I’m a fucking contortionist so fuck you!”

I lay on the bed on my chest, and bent my back, lifting my legs over my head. I dropped my knees towards my head and raised my head. “Ha!” The top of my head provided all the surface that I needed. I pressed my sex lips to the crown of my head. When I rolled up even further I could actually press against my clit. The orgasm I had was so mindblowing that an effluence of lubrication sprayed over my head and ran down my face, soon evaporating into nothing as it cooled.

After finding the appropriate means, I masturbated all the time. I let the arousal take me away. Otherwise, my thoughts would begin to revolve in tortured impossible loops - trying to understand how Rosa could betray me, certain that Caribou had tricked her into thinking I wouldn’t die in the bottom of the shaft - my own little oubliette.

Before I knew it, I was watching Caribou watch the ball drop in Times Square on TV. A few days later I found Caribou talking on my cell phone.

“Things are going well?” she asked into the phone. “Yeah?… And the business?… Awesome!… I don’t know. I mean, I’m sure she’s fine. She wanted this for you. She said so… Yeah, well if you change your mind, we can always… Sure, not yet, though… She’s good!”

I knew she was talking to Rosa. “She’s lying!” I screamed.

“Hey! I’m going to need to do some repairs on the house this Spring… Is there any chance that you could put a little more money in Ana’s account?… Awesome! I’ll keep you updated! Bye.”

<>--+-

One day in late winter, Caribou went to the sliding bookshelf and pushed it to the side to reveal the hidden door. She had a hand drill and some hardware. She pulled some books from the shelves and drilled a pair of holes in the back - one on the top shelf, one on the bottom. She drilled holes in the wall next to the hidden door. She closed the bookshelf and pushed long bars through the holes in the back on the bookshelf into the wall behind. She used padlocks to lock the bars in place and hid her work with the books.

Now someone would need an additional two keys, even if they knew the door existed to find my body.

Caribou moved into the Master bedroom, which really sucked. Everytime I awoke from periods of nonexistence, I awoke in that bed. So, now I sometimes woke up next to Caribou’s nasty body.

Caribou masturbates a lot too. Who can blame her? She lived a solitary existence with snow and wilderness all around. But, I suppose I can now confirm that age-old question… Yes! Ghosts are watching when you think you are having a private moment with your hand.

What sickened me the most is that watching her made me horny, too. It was a different kind of longing, though. I could (thanks to my flexibility) soothe my arousal, but I never could assuage the desire for physical connection with another woman. Even with Caribou, I was utterly alone. Even if I wanted to snuggle up against Caribou, I couldn’t. I’d just pass right through.

In the Spring, Caribou began to venture out into the world more. One night, Caribou brought home another woman. I watched them fuck for over an hour. Caribou seemed to know how to satisfy her partner.

In the middle of the night, when her lover was fast asleep (in my bed!), Caribou got up. When she returned she had some kind of strange gun in her hand.

Even after all this time as a ghost, I still followed my reflexes and started poking the woman trying to wake her up - trying to warn her that she was in the lair of a murderess. For a fleeting moment, I thought that maybe it would be OK. I’d finally have ghostly company. Still, all my screaming did nothing.

Caribou pressed the nozzle of the gun directly on the woman’s back near her shoulder. When she pulled the trigger there was a muffled pop. The woman sleepily slapped at her shoulder like she had been bitten by a mosquito, then she settled into sleep once again. Caribou snuck back out of the room with the gun.

The next day after Caribou had pushed her overly affectionate one night stand out the door, I found Caribou sitting at her computer looking at an interactive map. There was a marker on the map that moved every once in a while. A popup containing a collection of numbers would appear every time she hovered the mouse over the marker.

The bitch had chipped her one night stand.

<>--+-

I actually found some enjoyment watching Spring blossom. I could approach momma deer with their babies. I could comfortably lie in a patch of stinging nettles and watch the clouds slip by. I found a stream, not too far from the house that I could sit in and lose myself in the burbling sound of the water. If I positioned myself correctly, I could actually feel the water tumble through my sex, which provided a pleasant feeling that I enjoyed for hours at a time.

I explored the limits of my ghostly range and became familiar with the entire expanse. If I went too far, I grayed out and awoke later in the Master bed.

<>--+-

Summer came and went with its long days and majestic thunderclouds. Caribou hired workers to install a cooling system in part of the house. Of course, this did not include the wing with the old library where the bookshelf concealed the hidden door to my tomb.

Caribou’s computer map had more than ten markers with id’s, when, one night, she brought home Cecilia. Cecilia was a bubbly girl, I guess. She laughed too much and I don’t think it was because she was nervous.

They had been at a bar together, obviously, and Cecilia was hopping from one foot to the other as Caribou unlocked the front door.

“Bathroom! I have to pee!” Cecilia squeaked.

Caribou pointed her towards the bathroom off the ballroom and I followed Cecilia in - just to check her out. After she peed, she was looking in the mirror, adjusting her makeup. I was looking over her shoulder as she was touching up her eyeliner. Of course, I had no reflection.

Suddenly, though, our eyes met. I thought it had to be an illusion… a wish… on my part. But then, Cecilia said, “Hello!” and she turned away from the mirror towards me. She looked confused and said, “Oh!” Then quickly looked back in the mirror.

After a moment she threw her brushes back in her bag and slipped out of the bathroom with a bit of haste. “Goddess?” she called out. (Goddess?)

“Ceecee?” Caribou replied. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Cecilia giggled a little. “I think I did! At first I thought that you had snuck into the bathroom, naked, but I turned and there was no one there.”

“Naked?” Caribou smiled. “I like that you are envisioning me naked.”

“No really,” Cecilia continued. “I saw a woman, plain as day, in the mirror, but when I turned, she had disappeared.”

“And she was naked?” Caribou asked.

“She had large, golden rings pierced in her nipples,” Cecilia said.

Caribou’s eyebrows raised up, momentarily startled.

Holy shit! This woman had actually seen me. Me! The ghost!

Caribou recovered quickly. She pulled the hem of her shirt up to reveal her naked breast. “Nope. Not me, then. No nipple rings. See?”

“Well,” Cecilia said, shaking her head. “It has to have been a ghost!” She looked around the ballroom for a moment. “How fucking cool is that?”

“Well, the house IS haunted,” Caribou explained. “So, I’m not surprised, at all.”

“Maybe she was some Abenaki girl…” Cecilia said as Caribou led her out of the ballroom and back towards the bedrooms. “You know, an Indian girl. Native American. Did they pierce their nipples?”

“There is an old story that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family,” Caribou said, looping her arm in Cecilia’s. “When the house was first being built in the late 1600’s by my ancestors, one of their daughters was discovered kissing another local girl by the matriarch of the family. Of course, that was a serious crime back then. Well, the mother accused the neighbor girl of being a witch in league with the devil. The community eventually had her burned at the stake. And the daughter? They pushed her in a hollow space under the foundation of this house and bricked her in with only a small hole to feed her.”

“Ooo!” Cecilia said, with a shiver.

“She lived the rest of her life in that small dark space, basically buried alive,” Caribou looked around the hall we were walking down as though trying to find the ghost. “Apparently, the girl put a curse on the family, such that the oldest girl in each generation from that day on was condemned to be a lesbian. And guess what?” Caribou said, smiling.

“What?” Cecilia said nervously.

“I’m my mother’s only daughter!”

Cecilia laughed, “Her curse is my blessing, I guess. Oh, lesbian Goddess!” And she kissed Caribou deeply. She sighed when they finally broke for a breath of air. “I love stories like that… I mean, not the burning and burying, but, you know… the peril… It’s kind of exciting. It’s kind of hot!”

Caribou had been standing at the door to the Master bedroom. She stopped before she opened the door. “You know? I think there is a better room to show you on the West wing of the house.”

They headed back down the hall.

“Maybe they pierced her nipples to mark her as a lesbian,” Cecilia was saying. “Kind of like the scarlet letter story and the adulteress.”

We arrived at one of the bedrooms I rarely visited in my wanderings. Caribou opened the door and walked to the bedside drawer. “I thought maybe this bedroom is better suited for our evening’s entertainment,” she said as she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“Ooo!” Cecilia giggled. “If you keep on teasing me, I WILL need to be restrained.”

One thing that I have noticed about Caribou… She can read her girl-of-the-night pets. Most women would have run, I’d think, but Cecilia unbuttoned her blouse and shucked out of her bra like they were on fire. She turned her back and looked over her shoulder at Caribou, slowly slipping her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists.

Caribou locked the handcuffs on Cecilia’s wrists, dramatically testing them to prove how stuck Cecilia’s wrists were. Caribou roughly pushed the woman onto the bed. “Stay!”

“Yes, Goddess,” Cecilia moaned.

Caribou dug through a drawer until she found a roll of elastic bandages and a hair tie. She held them up for Cecilia to see. “You look like a wily one. I wouldn’t want to underestimate your powers. I think that I might need to keep you. I think that I might need you to commune with my ghost!”

Cecilia giggled and squirmed on the bed. Caribou grabbed her by the hair, quickly twisting her locks into a ponytail. She applied the hairband, securing all Cecilia’s hair so it seemed to fountain from the top of her head. Next she picked up the elastic bandages, unwrapping about two feet worth. Cecilia remained on the bed, watching Caribou expectantly. Caribou approached and started wrapping the bandage around Cecilia’s head, covering her eyes first. “I can’t let that naked ghost seduce you, can I?”

“Mmm… Never, Goddess!”

Caribou must have had some practice at wrapping bandages. In no time, Cecilia’s head was tightly wrapped. The bandages covered her entire head and under her chin. Only her mouth and nose and the fountain of hair at the top remained.

“What sort of penance will you pay, you ungrateful slut?” Caribou asked.

“I’ll do anything you ask, Goddess! Just please take pity on my worthless soul!” Cecilia said. She was smiling, enjoying this role-playing.

Caribou rolled Cecilia onto her stomach and snatched her skirt and panties down to her ankles. Caribou pushed down on Cecilia’s back, crushing her to the bed with her butt raised up in the air. “Don’t move an inch, slut!” Caribou said, stepping away, opening another drawer, pulling out a web of straps and a wobbly dildo.

Cecilia seemed to be listening intently as Caribou tightened the strap-on around her waist. Her breathing was erratic and excited. “Do you deserve the attention of your Goddess?” Caribou said as she applied some lubrication to the business end of the device.

“I’ll suffer any punishment to prove my worth,” Cecilia giggled. “Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Mmmmm!”

Caribou impaled Cecilia, who seemed completely ready to receive. Slowly Caribou picked up her speed and force. Soon, Cecilia was screaming in ecstasy. She was very loud. “Oh, Goddess! I love you! I love you!”

I should have been sickened to watch all this occur. Not because of the sex act I was secretly observing, but rather, just because it was Caribou. Still, I found myself completely aroused.

“Well, we’ll see!” Caribou screamed. “Now it’s time for your offering!” She pulled Cecilia off the bed, forcing her to her knees. She pushed the cum-coated strap-on into Cecilia’s mouth, forcing her to suck on it and clean it with her tongue. Then she shucked the belt and her own panties and pulled Cecilia’s gaping mouth to her pussy. “I expect the utmost enthusiasm!”

Indeed, Cecilia was quite enthusiastic.

It is embarrassing to admit, but unless you are a ghost you might not understand. I was so horny watching all this physical activity that I could not help, but to attempt to insert myself.

When I touch a living being, my hand passes through like every other physical object. But, I can feel a tingle – a whisper, perhaps – maybe it is the blood flowing or the life force within. As much as Caribou disgusted me, it was not enough to dissuade me from slipping into her space, just to feel the motion of Cecilia’s tongue. The stimulation would likely never be enough to push me to climax, but would a starving woman turn down a single grape when she would require a bunch to get her fill?

Unfortunately for me, Cecilia was quite adept at the uses of her tongue and Caribou was elevated to a screaming, shivering mess with surprising efficiency. She pushed Cecilia away, and with her arms still shackled behind her, Cecilia fell to the floor with a heavy thump. Cecilia was not hurt at all. In fact, she was giggling again, both confident and proud of her achievement.

“Woo!” Caribou sighed. “You have proven your worth, my beautiful acolyte. And for this I will allow you a special place to rest and recover. An honor rarely bestowed upon any living human being.”

“It was an honor, Goddess,” Cecilia giggled from the floor.

Caribou slipped off the bed and went to the foot of the bed frame. She twisted a latch and rolled out a trundle bed from underneath. The trundle bed was basically an open-topped, heavy wooden box, about two and a half feet wide with two foot high walls and almost as long as the bed. Caribou helped Cecilia stand up, and then with a surprising display of strength, lifted Cecilia (who gave an excited yelp) and deposited her onto the pad in the bottom of the box.

“This coffin shall be your resting place tonight,” Caribou said, and she pushed the giggling girl under the bed, effectively locking the trundle back underneath.

Caribou climbed back up on the bed. Near the headboard there was a brass funnel which acted as a channel for transporting voices from the mistress to the captive inside the bed. Caribou’s voice was almost gentle when she next spoke. “Are you OK, CeeCee? Do you like your little sleeping space?”

Cecilia responded, “Yes, my Goddess. I feel so safe and warm.”

Caribou recovered her Goddess voice. “Then you shall stay locked inside for the night while I decide whether to release you in the morning or keep you forever and allow you to join my harem of ghosts!”

My stomach churned (if that is even possible for a ghost). I wanted to throw up. I jumped up on the bed and kicked at Caribou’s body (to no effect at all, of course).

Caribou and Cecilia whispered through the tube, until Cecilia’s voice sounded full of sleep and Caribou let her drift into the arms of Morpheus.

The sun had risen by the time Caribou unlatched the trundle and awoken Cecilia. She unwrapped the bandages from Cecilia’s head and removed the handcuffs. She even spent some time lovingly massaging Cecilia’s shoulders.

“It was so nice of you to join me for a little while in my coffin, Goddess,” Cecilia said. She looked at the open trundle. “…though I have no idea how we both fit inside…”

“You must have been dreaming,” Caribou said.

“But I felt you so distinctly grinding your butt into my crotch. What was that? Some kind of buttplug you were wearing?”

Caribou stopped massaging Cecilia and looked vaguely around the room. “I don’t have any buttplugs, CeeCee. You must have been with the household ghost again.”

“Oooo! Cool!” Cecilia shivered.

It is true. It was I who slipped into the box under the bed while Cecilia was sleeping. I had to know to what extent Cecilia could detect me. I found that grinding my butt against her caused the plug to move in a pleasurable manner.

Even as I sat there hoping that Cecilia would be a frequent guest, I saw Caribou slip her microchipping gun from under the covers and press the end to the soft skin of Cecilia’s shoulder which she had just been massaging.

There was a click and Cecilia yelped. But by the time she had moved her hand to the shoulder, Caribou had already hidden the gun away. “What was that?”

“A Goddess marks her favorite acolytes,” Caribou said in her theatrical voice. “This way I will be able to find you again, my love.” Caribou rubbed her hand over Cecilia’s shoulder in a soothing manner.

“I hope that you summon me again, Goddess,” Cecilia giggled. “And soon!”

Within an hour, Caribou had pushed Cecilia out the door and waved good-bye as her one night stand drove away. She returned to the house and once she closed the door, she yelled, “Well, Ana! Aren’t you a horny little bitch!”

I kicked Caribou as hard as I could, right in the crotch. Of course, it had no effect at all.

<>--+-

The next day, I noticed that Caribou had installed a whiteboard. She had clearly written a message on the whiteboard directed to me. I know this because the message clearly started, “Ana, …”

After the first bit, unfortunately, my dyslexia kicked in and caused the letters to spin and morph…

I have sort of been lying to you, dear reader, this entire time. Well, perhaps it has been a lie by omission… I probably hoped that you thought better of me, since you are actively reading a first person account which logically would infer a certain assumption about the author. Well, the fact is… And, it’s kind of embarrassing… I never learned how to read.

When I was a child, I was such a pain in the ass to my carny tutors, that they gave up trying to teach me. I guess that they decided that my superior contortion skills and the sorority of the Mujeres Curiosas would help me survive life. (How wrong they were…)

I know the alphabet and all that. I can identify my name. But, all the other words…

I have no idea what Caribou was trying to tell me.

<>--+-

One day I woke up in the bed in the Master bedroom. I looked out the window to see the early buds of Spring just beginning to open. I was shocked, because it seemed like yesterday was a hot, summer’s day. Had I slipped from existence for nine months?

I was shocked to discover that Caribou was directing some carpenters to do some work on the West Wing of the house. I ran to the door of the small library. From the hallway the door looked like the standard antique door that had always been there, but when I passed through it, I could tell that it was now reinforced by a thick layer of steel and a number of high security locks.

The library itself had been rearranged. In addition to shelves of old books, there was also a rack of expensive looking computer hardware, quietly humming. I almost was unable to determine where the old secret, hidden door was. I found it though, and slipped through to the top of the long dark stairwell leading to the underground cave.

Suddenly, I had to know… Was my body still down at the bottom of that subterranean shaft? Was my body still alive? Was there any chance that I would ever be revived, like Caribou was, or am I doomed to haunt this place forevermore?

I drifted down the dark stairwell to the huge room with winches and machines. I found the large capstone that covered my grave. It only takes a little shift in conceived perspective, then it is easy to drop through the stone. After the cap stone, I passed through the thick steel plate. I dropped a long way into the earth, drifting along a thick steel cable down a lightless, narrow shaft.

I landed on the steel plug at the bottom of the pit. I paused. What if I found my body, dead and lifeless? Would I pass into some afterlife? Would I quietly vanish from existence? What would it do to my mental state? Would I become a mindless haunt like the millions of folktales describe? Wronged in life and eternally neurotically seeking revenge on individuals who have long passed away as well?

I took a deep breath (or at least went through the motions of taking a deep breath), and I slipped down through the steel plug into the hollow space underneath. There was a larger cavern below and the metal framework was suspended here, with the metal sphere, constantly slowly spinning.

I first stuck a toe through the sphere like I was testing the temperature of the water of a chilly swimming pool.

I felt it!

It was warm and moving. It felt like blood flowing or a life force or whatever. I was alive!

I slipped completely into the sphere. There I was. Still bent in an extreme bow with my back bent and my bare feet pointed on each side of my head. My long black hair was flopping up and down as the sphere spun. And there were the fucking chains that locked my hands in the center of my back. And there was the jewel at the end of the buttplug locked in my ass.

My first thought was to try to curl up inside myself. But then I worried that I might actually lock in to my physical body… Then how would I ever get out?

I had to somehow communicate with the outside world. I had to get someone down here to extricate my body and bring me back to life. Maybe Caribou had planned to pull me out after a time after all. Maybe I could communicate to someone sensitive to the presence of ghosts like Cecilia.

For the first time in a long time… years, I suppose… I felt a sense of hope.

<>--+-

One late summer day, a very expensive looking vehicle hummed its way down the driveway. I assumed it was an electric vehicle. There was no one driving it. The back opened and three women climbed out. I drifted out of the house to get a better look.

Oh, my god! It was Rosa!

She was more beautiful than ever. She looked so sophisticated. So elegant. She was a woman who was in command! Her face, her hair, her clothing… Everything was perfect. Perfect and very expensive looking.

I looked at another one of the women. It was Mariana. She was more gorgeous as well. Mature. Beautiful. She raised her hand, “Hi, Ana!”

Oh, my god! They can see me?

I looked down at my naked body, my arms locked behind my back, my nipple rings and sex on full and prominent display. I was about to say something…

“Hello! I’m so happy you are here!” came a voice from behind me. Caribou!

“God! It’s been, what? Seven years since I’ve seen you,” Mariana continued. “I swear! You haven’t aged a single day!”

Mariana and Caribou hugged. Then Caribou took Rosa’s hand. “It’s so good to see you again.”

Rosa smiled a thin smile. “You look gorgeous… Ana…” she said quietly. “She’s right… you look young, as ever…”

Mariana wrapped her arm possessively around Rosa, kissing her quickly on the cheek. Then pointed to the third woman. “This is my niece, Velouria…”

My head was spinning! I couldn’t even concentrate on the words being said! Mariana and Rosa were holding hands. I saw matching rings on their fingers. The rings were stacked with expensive rocks.

“I can’t wait to see your new place in Maine,” Caribou was saying.

“It’s just a summer home, but it’s got a great view of the ocean,” Mariana said. “Velouria will help you with your bags. She’s going to be traveling with us! She broke up with her girlfriend two months ago…”

“‘Just a summer home’? Wow, is that what you call them when your net worth passes nine figures?” Caribou teased.

“Well, let’s hit the road. Self driving cars make me nervous at night in the country,” Rosa said. She definitely seemed uncomfortable.

A fucking good thing too! She should feel uncomfortable! Bitch! I ran at her, ducking my head straight into her stomach, passing through, and falling on the ground on the other side of her. “Arrgghh!” I screamed.

“Oh! I forgot one thing,” Caribou said, turning back toward the house.

“Ana’s cute,” Velouria whispered to Mariana.

I ran after Caribou, cursing at her, trying desperately to body check her.

She went into the house, stepped into the Master bedroom and quickly examined the contents of a small, hard carrying case. It contained the microchip gun with a collection of chips. She closed it and locked it and headed back out of the house.

“When we come back in two weeks, I’ll have to give you a tour of all my renovations,” Caribou was saying as she got in the car.

I stood, trembling, watching the car hum off down the driveway.

Leaving me alone in my accursed, haunted mansion.

Rosa buried me so she could be free to succeed in her business and with Mariana. Caribou had buried me so she could steal my identity.

And it was true. Apparently, I’ve been buried for seven years and Caribou hadn’t aged a single day. Was she immortal?

Why would she ever want to pull me back out from the bottom of that forsaken shaft?