A Cautionary Tale!

Had another rather plaintive letter from our friend Fergus. I must admit that I did get him into trouble – but then I thought he was trying to put pressure on me to post more often! In fact he had just got himself into a difficult predicament as a result of his own naughty browsing habits and his careless failure to cover his tracks. Come on Fergie – all naughty boys learn to clean up the cache files if they know what’s good for them! Let’s hope his wife takes pity on him and lets him out soon. Here’s his letter:-

“I am locked up in a CB3000. This is one of many "good ideas" for modifying my behaviour which my lady has learned since she has become a fan of your website. It's all your fault!

I used to check out your website most days, safe in the knowledge that she knew nothing and could not care less about the internet, but a short introduction at work prompted her to open up my computer and press sites most visited; and since then my life has changed dramatically. She has adopted several ideas which have all resulted in my fantasies becoming realities - and if you think that's a good idea you are very wrong. The chastity belt went on the night of the World Cup closing ceremony; most appropriate she thought. I kept asking when I would get released and she decided on a whim, "when Over Her Knee next posts". I rushed in every night to check and for ages you did nothing! I then wrote to you begging that you post something, anything, but don't mention me. Two nights later I got home, she was in the kitchen, I brought OHK up and Bingo! I yelled to her to come and see.

She looked disappointed as she sat to read it out loud. Standing at the door ready to rush to the bedroom I was not really listening ‘till she read out "this is for Fergus who asked me to post something". I had cheated so no deal. How could you do that to me?

Later, when she had cooled down, I went calmly over our deal. When you next post I get released; agreed. Have you posted; yes. She couldn't argue. Ten minutes later I was naked, on the bed, spread-eagled and handcuffed to the bed-head. Then I was unlocked and percy immediately sprung to attention and pointed to the ceiling. "You can have an hour" she said as she closed the door and went to watch telly! When she returned he got imprisoned again. Thanks a lot! Keep it fantasy lads, and lock up your computer with a password, or else you might get locked up like me.”

The CB3000 is pictured above for those who are not familiar with this devilish device!