(Jessica Verdi, 2003)

Note from Author:

I really wanted to bring this story to a conclusion even though there was a lot of material that could have been developed. This seemed a good place to stop.

The Institute of Human Insemination, whilst a great subject, was clearly beyond the scope of this story. Sorry if that disappointed anyone.

I considered a scene where Deena and David were speaking intimately on the phone and he developed an excruciatingly painful erection (because of being struck with the electro-prod) at the same time as Deena's arousal inhibitor was triggered. That could have been funny.

I thought that in the second week Mike and Jenny would take Deena to an private BDSM meeting one evening, where her eyes would be truly opened and she would learn a lot about her own sexuality. Then I could have introduced Dr Mike's bi wife! Never mind, maybe another time.

Oh, and I kept wanting to say that despite the various procedures and abuses she suffered (and the lie she told at the beginning of the story) Deena was actually still a virgin, depending on how you measure such a thing. That would have been sweet!

I wrote an alternative ending where Deena's mother and father had to tie her spread-eagled on the bed every night to save her from the pain caused by setting off the arousal inhibitor. They used her dad's old ties because there was no rope or other bondage items in the house. Rather than discard it, that ending is shown below.

And for those that prefer to know how it all turned out: Let's say that Deena became a nurse, stayed the best of friends with Jenny and Mike, married David, had his children, and everybody lived happily ever after. Thanks for reading.

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(Alternative ending)

As they sat down for a light supper, Deena told her parents all about her interesting week, all except for the kidnapping and the resulting artwork on her buttocks. With absolute conviction she also told them that she was going to train as a nurse, and talked endlessly about Mike and Jenny.

Mrs Wilson had noticed with concern, the bulge in the front of her jeans. "Deena, honey. What's that?" she asked softly.

Deena chose her words carefully. "That's just a little device to prevent me from getting excited. Otherwise they would have to recalibrate all the equipment again on Monday." The explanation seemed plausible enough to all of them.

"Mum, Dad. I need you to do something for me. If I accidentally touch this thing when I'm sleeping it could give a nasty shock. It happened before and it wasn't very nice. I want you to restrain my hands in some way."

Her parents were perplexed. "You mean tie you up?"

"Sure. It's okay, I'm quite used to it now." Deena reassured them.

"But we don't have any rope except for a thick tow rope in the garage, and that's all greasy and horrible."

There was a brief thoughtful pause.

"What about your old ties that I planned to take to the charity shop?" Mrs Wilson suggested to her husband. "Would they work, Deena?"

"I'm sure they would. If I get ready for bed, can you come to my bedroom in, say, ten minutes?"

Having brushed her hair, cleaned her teeth and changed into her nightgown, Deena was sitting up on her bed when her parents came in. Mrs. Wilson emptied the contents of a plastic bag onto the bed, creating a multi-coloured spaghetti of ties. "What colour would you like?"

"Ummm, red ones," Deena replied after briefly studying the pile. Mr Wilson tutted, wondering what difference their colours made.

Deena laid out on the bed, her four limbs reaching for the corners of the bed. "This is probably the best position, as I won't be able to roll over or rub my legs together. Her parents, neither with any experience of restraints and bondage, agreed it was the logical way to do it. They fastened various red ties onto Deena's wrists and ankles then started securing them to the bedposts.

"How does that feel?" Mr Wilson asked. Deena tossed and turned on the bed and found the bonds were loose enough for her to roll onto her belly.

"Too loose I think. And my hands can reach the knots to untie myself."

"But what if you want to untie yourself?" Mrs. Wilson asked with concern.

"It's better that I can't. Otherwise I might have to wake you in the night to re-tie me."

They untied the knots at each post and pulled each tie much tighter. Deena tested again, trying without success to roll over, then, despite her best efforts, she couldn't stretch enough to get her fingertips within a couple of inches from the knots at the bedposts. All three of them seemed pleased with the end result. Mrs Wilson pulled the duvet over Deena and arranged it so only her daughter's head and hands poked from the top. Both parents kissed their daughter goodnight, turned off the light and quietly closed the door.

"Maybe if you were tied to the bed like Deena you wouldn't hog the duvet cover!" Mr Wilson joked to his wife as they walked away from Deena's room.

"But how could I snuggle up to you," she replied, gently flirting with him. "I suppose if you promised to cuddle me I wouldn't mind so much."

After tying his own lovely daughter to her bed Mr. Wilson had more on his mind than merely cuddling his wife. He looked into the bag containing his ties. "Would blue ties okay for you, dear?"

"Blue ties will be fine," Mrs Wilson replied cooly as she disappeared into their bedroom. Nothing else needed to be said! Mr. Wilson dashed downstairs to turn off the lights and lock up. He found his wife spread naked across their bed when he returned.

Thanks to his recent tying up experience Mr Wilson soon had his adored wife right where he wanted her, and it had only taken him 25 years!

Deena felt a peculiar feeling of contentment as she lay stretched out in her own comfortable bed, listening to her parents' unusually noisy love-making from the next room and thinking about all that had happened to her that week.

"Things always work out for the best." her mother often said to her. It was true, she thought, they really do.

THE END