With my head full of STV fantasies, my interest and understanding of BDSM getting stronger and my mind and body maturing (well, at least my body), my bedtimes were becoming ever more fevered.  Some fantasies involved complex scenarios dreamt out over a series of nights, others lasted as long as it took to achieve satisfaction and were promptly forgotten, being products of 2am horny-wake-up emergency tussles.

Saturday morning TV contributed and I remember a very intense fantasy about a woman with a blonde bob haircut that I named Mischa who went to a club where women could pay to enjoy every kind of submissive experience I could imagine at the time.  Mischa had a particular one in mind though…

Arriving at the building, she had to remove her shoes before she’d be allowed in (possibly the last of my barefoot fantasies) and then walk through an entrance hallway in which the floor was recessed about half a foot and the recess was filled with cold water. Lining the bottom was a row of steel lines that were painful to walk on and this hallway was about 30 feet long before she finally arrived at the reception area where she picked the service or services she wanted from their discrete menu and paid up front.  The price could be significantly discounted if she agreed to part permanently with items of clothing that she was wearing and Mischa gave up her skirt, blouse and stockings at this point before taking the stairway down to the basement in just her bra and thong.  Downstairs she found herself in a changing room similar to that at a swimming bath only there were no lockers, only benches and an open shower area with towels provided by the establishment.  Beyond the changing room however was not a pool, but a round room, maybe 10 feet in diameter(?) with six sets of wall mounted cuffs around the room’s circumference.  Mischa slips her ankles and wrists into them and they automatically tighten, holding her in place.  After several minutes, the chamber door locks closed and the process begins with Mischa getting slowly and totally gunged, the slimy ooze covering her hair, shoulders, her breasts, sliding down her belly and the front of her thong, covering her, seemingly never ending until the tank is emptied.  She waits, cuffed immobile to the wall for 10 minutes, shivering, soaked in the gunge, erect nipples poking at her bra before the door and the cuffs unlock and she can go to shower before being left to work out how she is going to get home wearing only her gunge-soiled underwear.

Kirsten Imrie’s tale of tying Helen Labden to her bed also continued to play strongly in my mind and evolved into the amateur STV production of up-and-coming STV starlet Kirsten allowing her dominant housemate Lara to tie her to the bed in her bra and thong and tease her using her hands, lips and collection of adult toys, with their friend Vicki filming on a handheld camcorder.  A sequel very quickly followed in which Kirsten was tied spreadeagle in their cellar between two pipes, again starting off wearing a bra and thong and elements of torture were added to the teasing in this video with Vicki reaching out from behind the camera to touch, torment and tease the captive Kirsten while she continued to film Lara who took the bulk of the control.  A few years later, I dreamt up a second sequel in which Kirsten was taped between two trees in a bodystocking that gradually got torn away as she got whipped and tormented by the two girls.  There was also a segment where Kirsten stumbled her way through the woods in a babydoll, hands cuffed behind her back and blindfolded with Vicki following her as she stumbled through the foliage and a brook before finding a dilapidated barn where Vicki imprisoned her.

I also further evolved the tale of the stripper at the wedding, relocating her to a coach carrying a stag party where she did a lapdance and a striptease down to her thong for the groom before again spraying whipped cream over her breasts for him to lick off.  All the guys on the coach ended up wanting a taste and she got her breasts licked by pretty much everyone, the constant pleasure in her nipples getting her so horny that she failed to notice her clothing being thrown from the bus, or it passing the service station where they were supposed to drop her off to her colleague so when they abandoned her at the next service station she was left naked and alone in the car park to wait.

Finally, right at the back end of my teens, was an STV documentary where over the course of six hours they experimented with pleasuring and tormenting Sendra, a buxom latin hottie that they had cuffed, tied and chained to an Andrew’s Cross, with a video camera and an infra-red camera specifically watching to see what sort of treatment had the most noticeable effect on stiffening her nipples, leaving her alone for half an hour between tortures to return to allow her arousal to subside.