As I returned, dumping my skirt by the mirror, Scott said, "Wow, you've got great legs."
"Why didn't you say that earlier?" I asked provocatively.
He blushed and said, "Ermm, It did not seem right, especially as they weren't attached
when I noticed."
I put on a scowl and then smiled. Scott looked confused, so I remarked, "And what
about the rest of me?"
"Oh, I like you... a lot, but sometimes I feel if I say the wrong thing you'll not
want to know me anymore."
"Well, don't be quite so shy, I don't bite." I added mischievously, "Unless you
want me to."
I fitted myself into the body shaped cabinet and Scott closed the front down so
that only my feet, hands and head were visible. I could now relax, because I fitted
snugly inside the cabinet and it supported me.
Scott continued to read the instructions, "Take all the swords and daggers from the
box and impale the cabinet's occupant." He opened the box and let out a low whistle.
"There must be dozens of things in here." The first things that came out were a dozen
daggers of various lengths and shapes, but in pairs. "What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Well, it seems quite obvious to me. They are in pairs, because limbs come in pairs," I
observed. He seemed completely taken aback. "What are you waiting for? You know it's magic
and I don't mind. In fact I quite enjoy it."
He looked very doubtful, but picked a pair of long slim blades and held them against
the cabinet at the upper biceps. He paused, quite obviously in the hope I would tell
him to stop, but I did not. With a quick thrust he pushed both blades in. I felt the
prick as they entered my flesh, but this was quickly replaced by a gentle and quite
sensual rubbing and tickling.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Good," I replied slightly dreamily.
He took me at my word and began stick the daggers in with a will. The next pair were
spikes which he pushed through my wrists, followed closely by a pair of broad-bladed
daggers through my elbows.
"What about my legs?"
"I getting to them," he replied.
"OK, I didn't want you to ignore them having admired them."
His first pair looked like kitchen knives and pricked as they passed through my shins.
The pair he inserted through my knees where shaped like miniature scimitars. The last
pair of daggers he pushed into me mid-thigh from behind. I could feel every wiggle of
these two wiggly daggers.
Scott returned to the box and took out six more swords. There were two thin ones,
like fencing epees; a wide short one, two longer wiggly sword and a wicked looking
scimitar. He considered them and then took up the short wide one and with a bit of
effort thrust it through the base of my neck.
"I see what you are trying to do, but I think my head is still firmly attached." He
reached forward carefully and cupped my head in his hands and tried to lift, but my
head stayed put, much to my relief.
For a moment he pondered his next move. He took up the two epees and stabbed them
through my shoulders. As they pierced me where I was already getting warm feelings
from the sword in between I did not even feel the prick as the entered.