You're getting ready for bed when you see him across the room, in his usual toga and apparently nothing else. He is just standing there, smiling at you. It's Bob the ghost calling again, but he hasn't said anything yet; he is just watching you. He waits, watching while you finish at the sink and head back into the bedroom. You wonder what fun he has for you tonight

“Allow me to help you out of your clothes, if I may,” ghost Bob says.

Before you can say anything, he is next to you, unhooking your bra and removing it. You had been at the sink in your bra and panties, as you usually are when getting ready for bed. You didn't need his help, of course, but then having him unhook your bra and take it off, releasing your breasts from their confines feels good. And when he hooks his fingers on the waistline of your panties and begins to wiggle them down and over your hips, you realize he is getting you quite turned on.

When he's done and you're naked, he guides you to the bed and helps you lie face down, resting your hips on a very large pillow that appears out of nowhere. Your naked rear rises prominently as if it is to be featured in some upcoming activity. Soon you'll realize that it is, but for now, as soon as you get comfortable, ghost Bob ties a lash around each of your ankles and wrists and secures them to the four corners of the bed, spreading you wide open. While you're considering your plight, and how this new helplessness is thrilling and getting you even more turned on, ghost Bob speaks.

“You've been a naughty girl, Barbara. You've had dirty thoughts about being ravished by me with my toys. We'll get to that shortly, but first, you need to be spanked!”

On saying that, ghost Bob uses his hand to whack one side of your rear, Thwack! Then the other cheek, Thwack! You feel the muted sting of his hand, and it hurts a little, but you're already busy thinking about the ravishing he mentioned and pay the spanking no mind. He continues, though, swatting a little harder with each strike until it actually hurts, but the pain is acting like an aphrodisiac to you. You're getting wetter, and your juices are starting to leak onto the pillow, which concerns you until you realize it isn't even yours; it seems this ghost can just make things appear! He swats your rear for several more minutes, alternating cheeks, but the heat and pain only get you further aroused.

Then, with a sudden flash of lost time, you're on your back, still lashed to the bed and spread wide, but your pussy is now on top, and featured prominently since the pillow is still under you, pushing your hips up. Being tied to the bed in such a completely vulnerable and helpless position is such a turn-on that you squirm in anticipation. What is he going to do to you? Soon ghost Bob is between your legs holding a vibrator, which he turns on and traces lightly on your inner thighs, first one and then the other. He runs it up and down your thighs, tickling you with its vibrations, making you squirm even more as you wait impatiently for it to reach your snatch.

When it does a few minutes later, ghost Bob brings the vibrator to your pussy lips and opens your slit with its buzzing tip. He lets the vibrator explore you as he traces it up and down over your tender folds, making you squirm in delight at the vibrations on your most sensitive places. While he vibrates your pussy, he reaches for and touches your breasts, taking turns fondling them with his free hand, cupping and squeezing them, pinching each nipple between his fingers, rolling and twisting them. He continues to play with your nipples, alternating so as not to ignore either breast, adding to the arousal from the vibrator. You're surprised when he suddenly has nipple clamps and attaches them to your breasts, pinching your nipples to the point of noticeable pain. He pulls on the chain connecting them and they pinch harder, but it only turns you on more.

Back at your pussy, he moves the vibrator higher and rubs it against your clit, circling it and hitting your clit with wonderful buzzing sensations from all sides, and you feel shocking jolts of exhilaration! He passes the vibrator over your sensitive nub, then moves it away to buzz your slit, only to return to your clit. Every visit from the vibrator sends you on a joy ride of intense sensations. You wiggle and squirm in pleasure, feeling the depths of your desires being fulfilled by its intensity, its whole-body effect on you. Being restrained means you cannot escape the elation it is causing, and your helplessness multiplies its erotic effect on you. Lying on your back, your pussy propped up by the large pillow, you feel like all the nerves in your body are focused on your clit, and the relentless buzzing is driving you over the top. You soon tense and jerk with a strong spasm, and cum with a wonderful orgasm, your juices leaking over the vibrator and onto the pillow

But the ghost keeps the vibrator on your clit, rocking it back and forth to impart its will on your most delicate spot, as you writhe in pleasure, pressing yourself up against it with your hips to the extent that the restraints will allow, to capture all of its intensity. You gasp for breaths, and more orgasms follow in quick succession. You are beside yourself in ecstasy, your pussy alive and your juices flowing onto the pillow and sheets. Out of control now, feeling your nipples being pinched as your clit is on fire, you began to squirt with strong expulsions, spraying your feminine juices wildly and hitting ghost Bob with your sweet liquid. And still he continues to press and wiggle the vibrator against your clit, driving you crazy! Your body reacts involuntarily, making you squirt stream after stream of your liquid treasure onto his hand and the pillow. After many wonderful spasms, and with your juices spent, you collapse, exhausted.

Like magic, the pillow, restraints, and nipple clamps are suddenly gone, as is Bob the ghost, and you're lying on your back as if he had never been there, as if nothing had happened. But it did happen... didn't it? Then you realize your hands are wet with your juices, and your vibrator is lying on the bed between your legs. Did ghost Bob leave the vibrator there, or was the ghost's visit just in your imagination?

<< To Be Continued >>