Ropes and Rings and Other Things

By Cindy Manlove, April 1997*
Copyright 1997, Cindy Manlove, www.CindyAndJoe.com

This is the second installment in a series of "stories" that I'm writing, describing my sexual experiences since I met my second husband, Joe, about five years ago.

The first installment in this series was called "Two Hands Are Almost Enough". That story is a description of how I, much to my own surprise, discovered that I had a great aptitude for fisting, both because it really turns me on, and because my body is capable of stretching by an incredible amount. (To those of you who have not read that story, I'll just say that after about a year and a half of slow but sure stretching my cunt was able to take both of Joe's hands AND his cock, all at once. But please read that story, along with the warnings and recommendations that I include, before you try to do that yourself!)

I've received some very favorable responses to my first story, so now I'm writing this continuation. In it I'll tell you about some of the other things that Joe and I have gotten into, in our exploration of the sexual landscape. Fisting is still (and probably always will be) our primary passion, but there are some other things that we like too, and in this story I'll describe three of our favorite activities: mild bondage, intimate jewelry (piercing) and playing with toys.

As an added treat for you, dear reader, Joe has taken some pictures of me to accompany this story. These pictures (and the first story in this series) can be found on the Internet at CindyAndJoe.com. I apologize for the fact that my face has been painted over, but I do not want my true identity to become known, so I've asked Joe to ensure that it's not possible for anyone who knows me to be able to recognize me.

Well, I imagine that by now you've taken a look at the pictures. Yes, as you can see, I usually keep my pussy shaved. This is also something that I first started doing after I met Joe.

It was first about two years after we had met each other that Joe suggested that I shave my pubic hair off - "so that I can better see the world's greatest cunt" - and I said (as usual) "OK, let's give it a try".

Actually, I had never been very happy about my pubic hair - it seemed to me that there was too much of it, and that it was too coarse and bushy. So it was not all that big a surprise to me when I discovered that I liked being bare down there. Not only because I'd hadn't liked my "bush" all that much, but because I think that a naked pussy looks and feels more exciting, to which Joe agrees. So now being shaved down there is the "normal condition" for me, and whenever my pubic hair starts to get too long I feel that there is something "wrong" with me.

I usually get Joe to shave me (after all, it was his idea) every second weekend, using an electric lady's razor that we have. Already after two weeks I've developed a thick stubble which I find off-putting, but we're usually too busy to do the shaving oftener.

Of course, Joe shaving me usually turns into a love-making session, even if that wasn't the intention. I find that getting shaved really turns me on, and Joe says that he just can't resist going on to other things once he's started working on the world's most exciting pussy.

By the way, I recommend using an electric razor rather than a manual razor for shaving pubic hair, because for me, at least, a manual razor results in me getting a lot of ingrown hairs that look like pimples.

Although I generally like being shaved down there, there are a few problems. I get very self-conscious whenever I'm in the changing room at the swimming pool (especially because of the rings - but that comes later), so I have to try to keep my back turned to all of the other women while I'm showering, and then I drape my towel strategically over myself until I can get my panties on.

Even worse are my visits to my doctor. I'm rather shy about that, and I never know when she (my doctor is a woman) may say that she wants to check up on my systems down there. This means that I always have to remember to NOT shave during the month preceding a visit to my doctor, and of course, to get Joe to remove my rings before I go to visit her.

But I promised you that I was going to tell you about my experiences with bondage. Ah, the ties that bind!

I'm rather proud of the fact that it was I who introduced bondage into the repertoire of things that Joe and I do together. In fact, when I first told Joe that my first husband and I had played a bit with bondage, and that I'd like Joe to tie my wrists together once in a while, Joe almost got scared. I guess that he found it hard to see the difference between bondage and S/M, and he was afraid that the next thing I'd be asking for was to be whipped or to have pins stuck into me or something.

Of course, there IS a strong connection between bondage and S/M. Both are forms of sexual domination, where one person is the dominating one and the other person the dominated one. In bondage though, at least for Joe and me, the domination remains almost exclusively on the mental level, with the ropes just being a physical clue that I have placed myself at Joe's mercy.

Anyway, after a while I managed to convince Joe that we weren't going to destroy our otherwise fantastic relationship by playing around with mild bondage, and that it really could be interesting to explore these activities. Soon Joe got the idea, and after a while he began to work out his own ways of tying me up and of doing various things to me when I was tied up.

At the moment, there are two ways in which Joe likes to tie me up. (Joe never ties my wrists together any more. I think that he considers that to be primarily something that I did with my former husband, and therefore he prefers to do things that are uniquely "ours".)

Joe's primary passion is fist-fucking, but his second great passion is big tits. Luckily, I do have fairly large tits, and Joe really likes to tie them up.

Joe has several different techniques for tying my tits up, and in fact he never seems to do it exactly the same way twice, improvising a bit each time. But the result is always the same: My tits, which normally hang down rather badly, end up almost sticking straight out from my body, and they feel very constricted, which is a real turn-on for me.

But then my tits slowly turn blue from lack of blood circulation, and they start to hurt, which I definitely do not find erotic. I usually have to ask Joe to untie my tits after about 10 minutes. But until then, Joe finds it very exciting seeing my tits constricted and sticking out, and he likes to fondle them and kiss them and even slap them a little bit.

The other way in which Joe likes to tie me up (and which he occasionally combines with tying up my tits) is to have me spread-eagled on the bed, face down, with my ass up in the air because I'm lying on a pile of pillows in the middle of the bed. Joe ties my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, and then he starts to talk to me, and to do things to me, and I experience a thrill that nothing else can invoke in me.

"Well, well, Cindy, this is quite a mess you've gotten yourself into, isn't it?", says Joe, as he caresses my ass. "All tied up and completely at my mercy. And with your huge big cunt sticking up here. Now I wonder what I should stick into that huge big hole of yours today. Maybe I can find something that's bigger than you've ever had in there before. Who knows, maybe I'll try to stick something in there that you simply can't take, even though you do have the biggest cunt in the world."

And then Joe places lubricating cream on my cunt and starts to open me up. Sometimes he starts with his fingers and then inserts one hand and then both hands. But more often he starts with a small dildo, and then a larger dildo, and then two dildos and then ... And all this time he keeps up his diabolical conversation, stressing that I'm completely at his mercy and that whatever he decides to stick into my cunt, well, I'll just have to stretch and take it. Oh, God, but that man can turn me on!

During a bondage session like this I can easily achieve 20 orgasms or more. Sometimes Joe reaches down and massages my clitoris a bit or squeezes my tits to help me to get over the hump, but for the most part I can come simply due to what is happening inside my cunt, and, just as important, what is happening inside my head.

These spread-eagle bondage sessions always end with Joe having either both of his hands in my cunt or else with a number of dildos in my cunt that opens me up by at least the same amount.

"Let's see now, I'm sure that you can take at least one more dildo", says Joe.

"No, no", I'm moaning, "no more Joe. I can't take any more."

"But you have to, Cindy. You're all tied up and you don't really have any say in what's happening to you, do you?"

This may sound dangerous to you, if you're a female reader, but I can assure you that Joe and I have a very good understanding of when I really mean "no", and when it's only something that I'm saying. Of course, I don't advise doing something like this with a partner that you haven't known for a while and in whom you do not have complete trust.

By the way, you may be wondering if we ever do bondage the other way around, with me tying Joe up. The answer is no; that doesn't seem to fit in with our sexual fantasies.

However, we do sometimes reverse the roles when we're in the mood for playing a domination game. At these times Joe becomes my sex slave, and I give him orders and tell him exactly what he has to do. "Now be a good sex slave, and run your lips up and down my inner thighs for a while." It really is nice to be completely selfish once in a while, and to only think about what I want - especially when I know that Joe actually likes being treated this way, as long as it's not too often.

Before I leave the subject of bondage, I'd like to describe one of our bondage- related toys. My husband Joe is a bit of a Gyro Gearloose type of guy, and he likes to build things. One day he announced to me that he was going to build a "tit press" for me, something to "get your tits under control, so they don't just flop around".

The tit press that Joe made is very simple. It consists of two slats of wood and eight large elastic bands. The two pieces of wood are about 43 x 5.5 x 0.8 cm. (17 x 2 x 0.3 inches). The wooden slats have rounded edges so they don't dig into my tits. We simply place one slat under my tits and one above, and then start placing the elastic bands around the ends of the slats to pull them together. We usually stop at three elastic bands on each end, but occasionally, just for variety, we place all four on each end.

With three elastics on each end of the tit press I can feel my tits being pressed very nicely, giving me a very erotic feeling and giving Joe a very interesting visual turn-on. With four elastics on each end the pressure is just short of painful, which is not normally my cup of tea, but which is occasionally a turn-on if Joe's in a very "dominating" mood.

Later on I'll describe another one of our home-made toys, the "cunt press". But before I tell you about that I'd like to tell you about how my cunt lips and my clitoris have grown during the last five years, and about the rings that I wear in my inner lips.

Before I met Joe five years ago I had not had an active sex life for many years, and I guess that my poor cunt had sort of atrophied, because my clitoris and my cunt lips were not very big. Joe set to work on expanding my vagina, as I described in "Two Hands Are Almost Enough", and he certainly did a great job there.

But Joe is also very keen on licking and sucking on my clitoris and my inner cunt lips, and they responded by slowly but surely growing! Even my outer lips have grown a lot since I met Joe, although Joe does not suck on them, but perhaps some other mechanism is at work there.

The growth of my inner lips and clitoris has been very slow, of course, but still Joe thinks that this is very exciting. After my inner lips had begun to grow Joe also began to pull on them sometimes, and to hang weights from them occasionally. He would also say things like "I wonder how big these lips can get?" and "wouldn't it be nice if in 10 years that your cunt lips were hanging down around your knees?" Actually, I don't think that that would be nice at all, and fortunately I'm quite sure that it is impossible!

Then one day Joe and I discovered a position in which my clitoris gets significantly bigger than when I'm in any other position.

Just by chance, Joe suggested one day during one of our love-making sessions that I get up on my knees with my legs spread a bit, and then he put some lubricating cream on his fingers and he began to massage and pull on my clitoris. My clitoris responded by really swelling up and becoming large and erect, much to the surprise of both of us. I assume that this must have something to do with it being below my heart in this position, so the blood is sort of "running downhill" to my clitoris. My outer lips respond in the same way; they get very swollen and firm all around my vaginal opening.

The way in which my clitoris responds to me being in this position and to Joe's massaging is a great turn-on for both of us. I can feel how big and erect my clitoris gets, and I get some really nice orgasms when Joe pulls on it and massages it. For Joe it is very erotic to see how big my clitoris gets and to feel how stiff it is between his fingers. The only minor problem with this position is that my orgasms are sometimes so powerful that I find it hard to keep myself upright, and Joe has to support me to keep me from falling over!

Sometimes Joe buries his face in my crotch and takes my clitoris in his mouth when I am in this position. Then something really funny happens! I get an irresistible urge to move my body back and forth, and I begin to fuck Joe's mouth with my clitoris! It feels to me as if my clitoris has gotten so big that it's the same size as my little finger, and even though I know that isn't the case, it is still a very erotic feeling!

Two years ago Joe asked me if I would like to have my inner lips pierced, so that I could wear rings in them. He had probably been inspired by some of the porno movies that we had seen where there were actresses wearing intimate jewelry. (For example, there is a European actress called O'Pearl who is particularly intriguing and exciting; it looks like she has eight very large rings that go through both her inner and outer lips!)

Once again (yes, dear reader, you know me by now) I said, "OK, lets give it a try." Actually, I had also been thinking about the same thing for some time. When I was a young girl I had wanted to get my ears pierced, but for some reason I had never gotten around to it. Now I'd make up for that omission by getting a piercing that I could really be proud of, even if I couldn't show it to anybody except my husband!

We made various inquiries and plans, and decided to wait until after our summer vacation to avoid any chance of the piercings spoiling things. Then, in August 1995 we made an appointment with Copenhagen's best-known piercer, Ms. Mette Hintze. Ms. Hintze has a very good reputation, and although her prices are rather high I can certainly recommend her.

We had already decided that I should have two piercings, one in each inner lip. The only thing still to be determined was the size of the rings. Joe wanted them to be much larger than what I thought would be suitable, but we compromised on a pair of rings 3.2 x 14.5 mm. (8 gauge x 0.57").

Then it was off with the panties and up onto the gynecological examination couch, complete with "stirrups" for my feet. (Joe and I had agreed that a male piercer was not acceptable - "I don't want any other man messing around with your cunt, Cindy" - but it was still a funny feeling exposing myself like this to a woman I didn't know.)

Ms. Hintze and Joe determined exactly where on my inner lips the piercing should be done, and Ms. Hintze marked the spots with a magic marker. (Actually, there weren't all that many options, as my inner lips, even though they had grown somewhat during the previous two years, weren't anywhere near as big as they are now.) Then came the moment of truth. "This may hurt a bit," said Ms. Hintze. What an understatement!

Eeeeeyyyyooowww! The first piercing hurt so much that I practically went into a state of shock! "Now don't worry," said Ms. Hintze, "I always do the one that's going to hurt worst first." A few seconds passed while she got the first ring into place, and then she did the other lip. Aaaaaaaaaggggggg! That one, despite what Ms. Hintze had just said, actually hurt more! Well, at least it was all over with now.

I don't think the memory of the pain will ever go away completely. I mean, it REALLY hurts to get a large needle poked through the part of your anatomy where there are the most nerve-endings per square cm. in your entire body. "Never again," I said to myself - but you know the old saying: "never say never".

Anyway, the healing of the piercings went more or less as expected. It did put a major dent in our sex life for the next month, but after a couple of weeks I could participate in some activities, and after two months the piercings were completely healed.

I must say that I really like having rings in my cunt lips. It adds an extra sexual spice to my life, knowing that nobody can see what I have down there, but that I do have something that very few women have. (In addition to having the world's largest vagina, at least according to Joe).

One very interesting side-effect of the rings in my inner lips is that they really caused the growth of my inner lips to take off! Just after the piercing was done you could usually see the lower halves of the rings protruding from between my outer lips when I stood normally. After a year had gone by my inner lips had grown so much that the rings are now completely outside of my outer lips and the edges of my inner lips are always exposed. And this despite the fact that my outer lips have also grown a bit during this time!

I don't know exactly what has caused this growth. Presumably the piercing has in some way stimulated my inner lips to grow, but I've never heard of this happening in any of the information about piercing that I've read. Joe continues to suck on my inner lips, taking them and the rings and my clitoris into his mouth almost daily, and that presumably also has something to do with them growing. And, of course, Joe sometimes likes to hang weights from the rings when we are playing our sex games in bed, and that probably also has something to do with my inner lips growing.

Actually, I don't suppose it matters much WHY my inner lips (and also my clitoris and outer lips, although to a lesser degree) are growing. The interesting thing is that they ARE growing, and that both Joe and I find this to be rather exciting. Especially Joe, whose sexual tastes seem to be related to the word "big": big vagina, big tits, big clitoris, big cunt lips, and equally important to all of the rest, big sexual appetite.

"You're already the sexiest woman in the world, and still you keep getting sexier and sexier. Pretty soon I won't be able to get your inner lips and clitoris into my mouth any more, if they keep growing like this!" says Joe. He is exaggerating, of course, but I do love it!

Still, I am a bit curious. If any readers have had similar experiences with the cunt lips and/or the clitoris growing, then I'd like to hear about it. I've never heard of this sort of thing happening, so I'm a bit perplexed.

I think that now would be a good time for me to interrupt my description of my experiences with piercing and rings in order to tell you about the "cunt press", another one of our home-made toys.

The cunt press was actually my suggestion. Joe had been remarking that my cunt had grown so much externally (inner and outer lips and clitoris) that it had become "hangy". Well, if my "hangy" tits were suitable for being restrained by a tit press, then perhaps it was time for my "hangy" cunt to have a cunt press applied to it.

Joe, of course, loved the idea. After thinking a bit about how to do it he built the cunt press based on the same concept as the tit press. The cunt press consists of two 18 cm. (7") lengths of 1,2 cm (0.5") wooden doweling, plus some thick elastic bands. We simply place the dowels one on each side of my cunt and then place a suitable number of elastic bands on the ends of the dowels in order to apply the desired pressure. (I wonder if Joe and I should apply for patents for some of our inventions?)

The application of the cunt press is sort of erotic in itself, but we usually use it in conjunction with hanging weights from my cunt, and that combination is a real turn-on for both of us. Joe hangs some of the weights from the rings in my inner lips, and the rest of the weights from the ends of the cunt press. By the time he's done I really have a lot of weight hanging from my cunt, and in addition I can feel the pressure from the cunt press itself. Once again, it is this feeling of being "pushed to the limit" that is the sexual trigger, and as soon as Joe wets his finger and touches my exposed clitoris I'm off into the next world!

By the way, I forgot to tell you about where I found the weights that we use. (These particular weights were also my idea - just because I'm a sexy blond woman doesn't mean that I'm dumb!)

Joe and I are, I'm sure, among the few people in the world who consider our local hardware store to be a sex shop. I mean, where do you think Joe bought the rope we use in our bondage games, or the wooden slats for the tit press, or the wooden dowel for the cunt press?

Anyway, I had been wandering around in the hardware store looking for something else when I saw some bins with large steel nuts (as in nuts and bolts), and I said to myself "the perfect birthday present for Joe!" So I bought a bunch of those big chunky nuts along with some thin flexible chain like what is used for key chains and some steel S-hooks. Those of you who have seen the photographs that go along with this story can see how it is all put together; the rest of you will just have to use your imaginations.

Oh yes, I know what you're all thinking. "How much weight can she have hanging from her cunt?" Well, the limit on the amount of weight hanging from the cunt press is not relevant, as I can stand more weight there than that which is enough to cause the cunt press to slide off of me. As for the amount of weight that I can stand to have hanging from my inner lips, that is about 500 g. (1.1 lb.). (Joe has actually weighed the weights on our kitchen scale). But I can assure you that I can only stand having that much hanging from my inner lips for a minute or so, and then I have to tell Joe to start taking the weights off again.

And now I'd like to get back to telling you about my rings.

Originally I had thought that the rings that Joe and I had selected were too large, but after a while I got used to them, and after my cunt lips had grown somewhat I decided that these rings were just right.

Just right for me, that is. After a year had gone by, Joe, who is never completely satisfied with anything, began talking about getting some bigger rings for me to replace the ones that I was wearing. And on top of that, he also began to talk about me getting pierced a couple more times - after all, my inner lips had grown large enough that there was now room for another ring in each lip. And then Joe showed me a picture that he had found on the Internet of a woman with 33 rings in her inner and outer cunt lips and her clitoris hood!

"Wouldn't it be nice if we established a tradition of you getting a new ring to mark each year that we've been married?", says Joe.

"Sure, Joe, and how would you like to have your cock pierced every Christmas eve?", says I.

After a bit of discussion back and forth I went along with Joe buying a pair of bigger rings so that I could try them out, but I wouldn't promise him that I would wear them all of the time. Joe bought a pair of really monster rings - 5.0 x 16 mm (4 gauge by 0.63"), and I must admit that I was rather shocked when I first saw them. (By the way, it is standard notation for piercing rings that the specified diameter of the ring is the inside diameter, so for these rings the outside diameter is 21 mm (0.83").

These rings are so big and solid that Joe had to buy a special tool in order to be able to open them. (Another trip to the sex shop - er, hardware store.) And, despite the fact that my piercings had stretched somewhat, it was rather difficult to get these rings through the holes.

Once installed, these new rings did look very impressive, but for a while they were a bit "uncomfortable" until the holes in my lips stretched some more. Another problem is that these rings have a tendency to work their way around in my panties and to pull on my inner lips so that it is almost painful, unless I get the rings properly positioned up between the outer lips. And an interesting side effect is that I make a very loud jingling noise when I walk around in my night gown without panties!

Joe, of course, thinks that the new rings are great, and he has managed to talk me into wearing these monster rings most of the time. We only switch them for the smaller rings for certain special occasions, like when we're taking a flight somewhere (I don't want to trigger the metal detectors at the airport).

Actually, at the moment I'm not wearing the big rings at all. Joe removed them (temporarily) last month when we went back to Ms. Hintze for my third piercing, because I figured that the weight of the big rings would add to the discomfort of a new piercing.

What a woman won't do for the man she loves! I told Joe that I'd go along with getting two more piercings, but no more beyond that. Also, because of the pain, I reserved the right to have these two piercings done one at a time, and I exercised that right after experiencing once again how painful the third piercing was. I also specified that these new piercings were to be outfitted with smaller rings. At the moment I'm wearing a 2.0 x 11.15 mm (12 gauge x 0.44") ring in piercing number three. Piercing number four is scheduled for August, unless I chicken out.

Actually, Joe is quite understanding, and he would have accepted it if I had simply said no, so I shouldn't make it sound as if he's pressured me into something that I'm very much against. And I must admit that I usually end up liking the things that I originally do only for his sake.

So now I've told you all about my bondage and piercing experiences, and I've told you about a few of our sex toys. I'll now complete this story by telling you a bit more about some of our other sex toys.

We have a fairly large collection of dildos, including one very large one that is 6 cm. (2.4") in diameter, with a 7 cm. (2.75") head. I really like feeling my cunt being filled with these dildos. What I like best is the sideways stretching, i.e., the stretching necessary to accommodate the biggest ones and/or several smaller ones. But to a lesser extent it is also exciting to feel how deep these dildos can be inserted into my cunt. Joe has measured, and says that the big one can be inserted 18 cm. (7.1") when he pushes it as hard as I let him.

I've already mentioned these dildos in connection with our bondage games, where Joe inserts them into my cunt from behind while I'm tied up. But we also use the dildos in some of our other games.

For example, I sometimes put on a sex show for Joe, where he just lies back, and is not allowed to touch me, while I play with myself. I often complete these sex shows by inserting the dildos into my cunt, starting with the smallest one and typically finishing up with the largest dildo plus one of the smaller ones stuffed up inside my cunt.

Another game in which we use the dildos is when I'm being the dominant person and Joe is my sex slave. But I'm sure that you had already figured that out, hadn't you?

The one thing above everything else that turns Joe on is the size of my cunt, or to be more exact, the size of my vagina. We don't do the two-hands-and-a-cock bit so often any more, but still, anything that reminds Joe of how much my vagina can stretch is a major turn-on for him.

And that's where the candles come in.

Joe has a porno movie where a girl inserts eight candles into her cunt. "I'll bet you can take more than that, Cindy", was Joe's comment after we had watched that movie together a couple of years ago. So, down to the kitchen and dig out the candles. Sure enough, I could easily take eight candles. Nine, ten, eleven; I was beginning to feel pushed, and Joe was having trouble finding the proper angle for getting each additional candle in.

Twelve, thirteen. "Oh, God, you're big tonight, Cindy. This is amazing."

Fourteen; that was really difficult. "I don't think I can take any more, Joe".

"Let's see if I can get one more in. If I just sort of jam it in here in the middle, then perhaps...."

I did it. And I even let Joe leave the 15 candles in me for almost half a minute before I told him that he had to start removing them. (Of course, I had to pay the price by having to do a lot of extra contraction exercises for the next couple of days in order to get my cunt back into shape again.)

Joe was in seventh heaven, and he came inside me like a bomb when it was his turn to come.

Half a year later we it tried again, and I broke my previous record: Sixteen candles! Although I had to tell Joe to start removing them almost as soon as number sixteen was in.

So that's my current record in candles, a record that I don't think I want to try to improve on, for the same reason that Joe and I have agreed not to try to go beyond the two-hands-and-a-cock limit that we occasionally indulge in. It may be that my cunt can be stretched more, but there may be health hazards involved too.

(By the way, for those of you who are interested in facts and figures, the candles in question are 2 cm. (0.8") in diameter. Also, we tried to see how many candles I could take again recently, when we did the photo series for this article, and at that time I had to say stop at 15 - but I was feeling a bit under the weather at the time. Maybe someday I'll try to match my record of 16 again.)

I'd just like to tell you about one last "toy" of ours, and then my story will be done.

In some of the porno films that Joe and I have watched there are "doctor scenes" where a "doctor" uses a speculum to hold the woman's cunt open, and then the camera zooms in on the nice soft flesh inside the woman's vagina. "I wonder if one can buy a speculum somewhere", mused Joe, intrigued by the idea of getting a good look at the inside of my cunt.

By chance we were in a sex shop that specialized in S/M stuff several weeks later, and they had plastic disposable speculums on sale, so of course we bought one. But when we tried to use it, it wasn't any good because it could not be adjusted large enough to open up my huge vagina anywhere near to what my vagina was capable of.

"Cindy, I could hold your cunt open with one hand and throw this whole silly little speculum into you, and you wouldn't even feel it inside you!", said Joe in disgust. He does have a tendency to exaggerate, doesn't he?

Several weeks later I saw that Joe had that special "I've just thought of the world's greatest idea" expression on his face. "I'm going to build a super- speculum", he said. "Just you wait and see."

Parts needed for a super-speculum: two long (60 cm. or 2') metal shoe horns, two stretch-straps of the kind used to hold stuff on a motorcycle baggage rack, two large eye-screws, and one very sexy woman with a huge cunt.

Building instructions:

1. Drill two holes in the bedroom ceiling above the bed, about 1.5 m. (5') apart. Screw the eye-screws into these holes.

2. Bend the bottom 12 cm. (5") of each shoe horn at right angles, away from the concave side.

3. Hang the shoe horns from the eye-screws using the stretch-straps. Adjust the stretch straps so that there is a certain amount of tension in them when the two shoe horns are brought together above the bed at cunt-height when your woman is in doggy position.

Usage instructions:

1. Get your woman properly warmed up with foreplay and (if applicable) several orgasms.

2. Stretch your woman's cunt in whatever way you prefer, for example with dildos or fisting. Make sure she is relaxed and open, again by giving her orgasms if that is applicable for the woman in question.

3. Position your woman in doggy position between the eye-screws. Lubricate the bent parts of the shoe horns and insert them very carefully one at a time into the woman's cunt. If everything is properly positioned and adjusted then the two shoe horns should now be stretching your woman's cunt upwards and a bit to the two sides.

4. Enjoy the view. To make it more exciting, ask your woman to demonstrate how strong her cunt muscles are, so you can watch her cunt opening and closing. Ten points if you can insert one hand into her cunt without touching the walls.

5. To make it an even better experience for your woman, rig a mirror, or a camcorder and a TV, so that she can see herself. With a camcorder and a TV you can even show her the inside of her cunt close up as she contracts and expands her cunt muscles!

Ah, I tell you, Gyro Gearloose is no match for my husband, Joe!

That's all for this installment of my story. But believe it or not, I still haven't told you about everything that Joe and I have gotten up to sexually, so maybe some day I'll write a third installment. Until then, I hope that you have enjoyed the first two installments, and the pictures that accompany this installment.

Yours, 
Cindy

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*Revised Sept. 1999. Ages and other details have not been changed, so they refer to the situation in April 1997.