... based on real events. All hero names and body part names have been changed. Matches are random. During the experiment, no animals, except for baked chicken, were injured ...

I am writing an erotic story, and since there are elements of BDSM in order not to lose face, I decided to approach this issue seriously and creatively. In short, I decided to try all his subtle charms on my body. Having studied the relevant literature, sketched a rough scenario. After the short casting, my old time-tested friend and work colleague Fedor was chosen to play the role of my “master”. Comrade, he was trouble-free and not least talkative. Although we had purely friendly relations with him, we consoled each other several times because of hopelessness, and not only in an upright position. Frankly, both times I was a little drunk. And both times this cunning comrade came to me with a bottle, complaining about his gray life. And both times I didn’t remember how I was in the same bed with him ... But let’s not be distracted and talk about my creative impulse ...

Even on Wednesday at work, having seized the moment, being alone, whispered in his ear: “Get ready!” At first he was stunned by my unexpected offer, but later, when I supplied him with methodological literature, I noticeably quickened.

Set the next experiment date ...

And on Saturday, freeing the bridgehead from the household, began to wait for him. There was still plenty of time left before the meeting. Gathering in the apartment, prepared an experimentally romantic dinner. A little play with Murzik and again cleaned up the apartment. Tired, sat in a chair and sang on the TV. And the evening, meanwhile, was approaching. It's time to take care of the object of the experiment - about me, my dear.

I climbed into a warm bath and under the murmur of water, breathing in the scent of pink foam, drowned in languid bliss. She relaxed so pleasantly that she almost fell asleep, but she caught herself in time. Laundered all that can be washed, shaved off all that can be shaved off. And clean, almost innocent, like Aphrodite from the sea-born foam, came out of the bathroom.

She twirled a little in front of the mirror, looking at herself from all sides. I convinced my vain ego that I still had nothing ... But why be so shy: “Priest! Not less..."

My delicate pink flower in the bottom of a small tummy, having lost its stormy vegetation, so ridiculously blocking it, shone with its impudent virgin beauty. Frankly, his blatant insolent look made me slightly amused and even podzavela. Fedi presented the physiognomy, he should definitely like it.

Having admired her reflection a little more, she made a hairdryer of the innocent victim's hair and decided that she couldn’t spoil such beauty with beauty, and began to tint her face. As an artist, adding the necessary touches and brightness of natural color to him. Behind this occupation, I did not notice, as the time flew by. It was just like Fedor arrived ...

In vain, I still met him in the costume of Eve. Although the effect was stunning. Having lost his speechlessness, for the first few seconds he looked at me with his round eyes, with his mouth open in surprise. Then, mumbling incoherently, pounced on me in the hallway and began to squeeze. I somehow reluctantly fought back. Honestly, I myself was on edge, ready to tear off his pants and check their contents at least this minute. Judging by the reaction of Fedi, this content itself was torn out. But taking himself in hand, izlovchivshis slipped from his tenacious embrace:

- Fedya! Stop, cool down slightly and do not start me before. Let's make experiment strictly according to the scenario.

My words of Fedor were clearly upset and he, in the voice of an offended boy, tried to object me:

- Well, Yevchonok! Maybe all these experiments in FIG? I want you. Do you want me. So why waste time?

Oh, if I only knew then that this would be the most sensible thought of the whole evening, but ...

- No, fedyushka! - I objected. - We agreed to conduct an experiment, which means we will conduct it, no matter what it costs us. Wait, I'm going to get dressed.

A colleague winced fatefully, but then his body switched to another:

- And what is your smell in the kitchen?

- So, Fedyok! Don't even think about hamster before time. First work, then dinner. I know you, you get drunk, and there’s nothing to do with it.

- Yevchonok! Terrorized, it is impossible, it is impossible. I did not come to the museum.

- Well, well, you can eat a sandwich. - I agreed, going to the bedroom. - But do not try to touch the chicken. This is for our romantic dinner.

In the bedroom, climbing into the closet, I was puzzled by one dilemma. According to the script, he had to tear off my clothes. What is it to wear to be beautiful and at the same time not sorry? After a small shmona, I went over a bunch of rags, according to the principle “it’s still nothing, and it can still be nosy” chosen a more or less decent outfit. Vidocq was slightly wrinkled, homeless, but there was no time to iron. From the kitchen, strange sounds were already heard: champing, muttering of Fyodor and the rumbling of Murzik's cat. In my imagination, a terrible picture was emerging, how these two eternally hungry males share my baked chicken.

I appear in front of them in the form of a second-hand victim. Fedya almost chokes sandwich and laughs loudly. My red cat treats my mind more restrained and nobly, sits under the table, continuing to chew on a piece of sausage. Thank God, the chicken is still intact, dinner is saved. We go with Fedor to the living room ...

On the clock 18:27. We start the experiment.

An awkward pause ... I glance at the pier glass. Yes, something is not very good.

- Well, Fedya, attack me and rather tear this disgrace.

After some strange and clumsy fights, both fall onto the carpet. Trying to naturally get used to the role of the victim, I resist as much as I can. I beat my “rapist” with my knee a couple of times, I don’t understand where, but judging by the moan, it seems to hurt. At the same moment I hit my head on the table leg. A vase falls from it and, by a lucky chance, flies past the head of Fedin. The experiment is urgent to have to interrupt. We remove the fragments from the floor ...

19: 15. We continue the experiment.

- Maybe we should not? - with caution asks colleague.

- You must Fedya, you must! - strongly oppose him.

And already without resistance I let him tear off my clothes. For some reason, the fabric gives in poorly or gives a gap in strange directions, as if we did not try. We are trying to cut with scissors, but they are apparently stupid. Fedor grumbles and loses his patience, and I confess too. Just helping him pull off the last shreds.

Finally I lay on the floor naked, wet and tired, trying to catch my breath and come to my senses. My "rapist" also breathes heavily in my ear. But the experiment must continue ...

I turn over on my stomach, throw my hands behind my back and in a doomed but still decisive voice I say: “Knit!” There is a slight hitch. Fedya sits astride my priest and tries to unravel a tangle of string. I lie, I miss. Thoughts are already some kind of non-erotic: “There is so much dust under the nightstand — we should wipe it off ... And it smells strangely from the carpet — we need to clean it ... For some reason, Fyodor is so heavy — you should take a diet on my ass ... "

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the cat Murzik appears and starts playfully jumping onto the ends of the ropes scattered on the floor. This slightly dilutes the dreary wait. Ryom both. But when the redfish claws my ankle with claws, it’s not a laughing matter. Together we catch a prankster and send to the link to the kitchen.

20: 35. The experiment is in full swing.

Finally, I lie on the carpet naked and bound by all the rules of the genre. All my parts of the body gradually begin to nag and flow. How can I still think about erotic bliss in such a state? And my "cunning executioner" stands before me already without clothes, but for some reason in socks. I admit the look he has in these socks is painfully silly and ridiculous. Instead of trembling from the fear of the script, I quietly shudder with laughter, looking at a couple of holes on his heel. The director inside me screams in grief: “I do not believe it!” And I am trying in vain to temper laughter and tune in to the pain and humiliation of the protracted performance.

Fedor, already excited, squeezes my numb body and claps his hands on the bottom.For some reason I do not hurt. Apparently from such an uncomfortable position, I completely lost sensitivity. Only a ridiculous echo from slaps, is heard around the room and strangely cuts off hearing. Tomorrow will have to justify before their neighbors for such a storm of applause. I know how Baba Nyura likes to warm her ears at my wall.

... However, we continue the experiment ...

Fedya is already trying to attach his sweet lollipop to my lips, but in such an uncomfortable position it is not so easy. As a result of these attempts, he almost sprained my jaw. Yes, and the taste of his candy was not so sweet. And my "pastry chef" was already so dissatisfied with his desire to push the candy as far as possible, a little more and I would have been turned inside out. I manage to restrain myself, but Fedor seems not. Already, on my left cheek, something warm and sticky flows ... It seems that in the near future my other experimental points will not be checked.

Confused Fedya is trying to bring me to ecstasy with his fingers. But my erotic enthusiasm cooled off noticeably. And I'm almost crying, I beg him to untie. I barely climb on my numb legs and look in the mirror. Goosebumps run all over the body from this species. On the head there is a nest instead of hair, the face is smeared and twisted into some ridiculous abstraction. What happened to the beauty, a couple of hours ago, looking at me from the other side of the looking-glass.

With the thought: “Everything, enough experiments with me today!” I move away ... almost crawling on all fours to the bathroom in order to quickly wash off the consequences of my stupidity ...

And already at the end of the evening, another surprise awaits us in the kitchen. My sausage still got to the chicken and now contented lies in the middle of the floor in a blissful pose.

- Eh, Murzik, Murzik! Well, at least one of us had this evening a success ...