My Swedish Vacation 
By Valerafon
Chapter 8 - Inga
Update: 09/04/1998 to valerafon




Chapter 8   Inga 

I awoke with my body wrapped up in someone's arms and legs. I was able 
to move enough to see it was Inga. I thought she looked like an angel as 
she slept. She must have come to collect me and fell asleep herself. I 
glanced at the clock and could see it was 7:15AM. Breakfast was usually 
at 7:30. I tried to get up and dress without waking her. I struggled 
with her arms and legs for a second, but got nowhere, and decided to 
rest. Inga must have been dreaming. She made a sound in her sleep and 
then turned over taking my imprisoned body along for the ride. I ended 
up on the other side of the bed still imprisoned and Inga was still 
sound asleep. As I laid there, wrapped up in her arms and legs, my 
situation really hit home. It made me realize just how helpless I was 
against the women of this house. Inga was fast asleep. She was not even 
trying to hold or control me and I still couldn't get out of her 
embrace. I was frustrated, but then I laughed to myself. I wondered if 
this was the first time anyone had lost a wrestling match to somebody 
who was fast asleep.  


I only had one option. I softly called out her name. "Inga, wake up!" 
She awoke with a start and sat up. She glanced at me a second and then a 
smile flashed across her beautiful face. What happened next surprised 
me. Her arms sought out my body and I was wrapped up even tighter than 
before. Our faces were inches apart as I looked at her. She was smiling 
with her eyes closed. As she squeezed,  she stretched out that big body 
of hers and made a strange sound,"Nnngthhhhhhh!" I was squeezed and 
compressed and could hardly breath and all she was doing was stretching. 
"Pleasssse Inga let me go. I can't breath!" Her smile broadened but she 
didn't open her eyes when she spoke. "Kiss me nicely and I'll think 
about it." What choice did I have, besides that didn't sound so bad. I 
moved my head a little, that was all that I could move anyway, and 
kissed her on the lips. 

For a second, she squeezed me even tighter. My mouth was imprisoned 
against her mouth and I felt my consciousness slipping. She opened her 
eyes and stared right into mine. I could see the glee and 
mischieviousness in her eyes. Then she eased up a little. I managed to 
break free slightly and yell, "Too tight!....Too tight!" She giggled and 
asked, "What?...tighter you say." Then she held me a little tighter 
while she giggled. Finally, she eased up and I could breath, but she 
still held me securely. "Please Inga, We're late for breakfast." She 
smiled and said, "Your mine for the day little man." She started to 
squeeze me a little tighter and then in the voice of a  four year old 
with the pouts she informed me, "I can do anything I want with you and 
there isn't anything you can do about it." I didn't answer her. I didn't 
like to restate the obvious.  

Finally, she decided to get up. She caught my right wrist and dragged my 
body along. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed me on her lap. All 
I was wearing was a pair of briefs. She quickly made short work of them. 
While she kissed me and played with my body, every so often, she would 
stop and inform me about the day's festivities. "We're going to play 
wrestle and I'm going to give you bubble baths and we're going to go 
horseback riding. I'm going to have a lot of fun with my little man 
today. I squirmed in her arms and knew I was in for a heavy dose of 
Inga. 

We were only five minutes late for breakfast. All I had to put on were a 
pair of men's bikini briefs that Inga tossed me. They were purple in 
color. As I would soon find out, purple was Inga's favorite color. Inga 
was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but informed me she would be wearing 
something special, just for me, right after breakfast. 

I found myself in the most unusual position yet for breakfast. I was 
sitting atop Inga's shoulders as she sat on her chair. Gundy giggled 
throughout breakfast. Brome would look at me, smile, and shake her head. 
Helga tried to hold an intelligent conversation with me, every so often, 
but would always break out into laughter. Eva didn't comment. She was 
absent from Breakfast. I was happy about that. I noticed there was not 
the usual tension that accompanied the recent meals without Eva's 
presence. 

Inga passed me up a plate and said I could put it on her head for 
balance. It must have looked ridiculous. Every so often, she would send 
up some orange juice. I would take a swig and pass it back down. Gundy 
asked, "What's in store for Jimmy-boy today?" Inga gave Gundy a smug 
smile and played coy. "It's our little secret,"  was all she would say.  
The other girls weren't the least bit amused. "I know, she's going to 
wrestle with him. She loves to wrestle," Gundy told the group in a very 
confident tone of voice. Inga tried to look scared and replied, "I don't 
know. Did you see Jimmy's big muscles? Make a muscle for them Jimmy." I 
looked around the table. I knew what would happen if I made a muscle. I 
also knew what would happen if I didn't....... I made a muscle. Everyone 
laughed. 

Brome tried to hide her face in her napkin, but I could tell she was 
laughing too. I must have looked ridiculous sitting atop this lovely 
girls shoulders while I balanced  a plate on her head and made a muscle. 
I was glad no one thought of the camcorder. 

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I found myself back in Inga's room after breakfast. I sat on the bed and 
watched her as she changed into a micro bikini. I already knew that Inga 
was as tall as Brome 6'3'' and weighed about the same, a hundred and 
ninety well distributed pounds. Neither looked like they weighed that 
much though. Inga had informed me earlier that muscle weighed more than 
fat, and that there diet and exercise program kept them toned and not 
bulky. Even Eva who weighed twenty pounds more didn't look bulky. None 
of the girls looked like bodybuilders, except their mother, but yet when 
they flexed their impressive muscles.....they turned to stone. I guess 
everything's relative. When I stood next to them, their bodies made mine 
look like a child's in comparison. 

Inga was every bit as beautiful as the others. The distinguishing 
feature on her face was those eyes of hers, just like Brome. However, 
they were azure blue and so very expressive. It was like you knew what 
was coming before she did it. Her whole face had  perfect symmetry to it 
as well. All her features were in perfect proportion. From her classic 
Scandinavian nose to her expressive eyes and eye brows. She could be a 
famous model, if she wanted, just like her sisters. Her lips were large 
and sensuous. It added to her appeal and there was a vitality about her. 
She seemed so alive and vibrant. She had this confident air as she 
walked which belied her age. Her movements were so powerful, but yet so 
graceful. The movements of the supreme athlete. I remembered her 
mother's early words to me, that I would come under her spell just like 
all men did. As I looked at the total package that was Inga, I knew 
every word was true. 
 
I focused, for a second, on her bikini. It barely covered 
anything....not that I was complaining. I noticed it was the exact same 
color purple as my briefs, a matching pair. At least our suits 
were.....not our body types. After we were dressed, what happened next 
surprised me a little. We were not going to the gym or play room. What 
she had in mind we would be doing right here. As I helped her move some 
furniture and set up the portable mats, I was informed, "I'm not sharing 
you with anyone today!" 

"What are we going to do Inga?" I asked with concern in my voice. She 
smiled, lifted her eyebrows up and down a few times, and replied, 
"Wrestle of course." "I don't have a chance against you," I said 
earnestly. "Silly, I know that. We're going to play wrestle. You'll love 
it!" I remembered what she did to the two guys on the tape and I wasn't 
so sure about that. 

A few minutes later I found myself facing her on the mat. I went into a 
wrestlers crouch and she giggled. Her right hand was holding her left 
wrist behind her back in a nonchalant fashion. As she casually looked up 
at the ceiling like she was paying no attention to me all, she said, "Go 
for it big guy." I went for it. 

The next thing I knew, Inga had her legs around my waist in a scissors 
hold and both my arms were trapped between her legs as well. She had her 
right arm snaked around my neck and she was forcing my head so that I 
had to look up at her smiling face. "Come on Jimmy, try to get out." I 
tried, god I tried, but it was no use. She wasn't even applying 
pressure. All she did was make sure she held me securely. "I know you 
can't. My legs are much too strong aren't they?" "Yes," I replied as I 
looked into her eyes. "Girls are much stronger than guys...Aren't they?" 
She squeezed me tighter and commanded, "SAY IT!" I gazed up at my 
teenage captor. I knew I had entered a world where her remarks were 
perfectly true. I said it. "Don't worry they won't hurt you. They like 
you. Now give me a great big kiss and they'll let you go." 

She tweaked my cheek, patted it a few times, then she kissed me on the 
lips. She added even more pressure to her hold as she kissed me. I 
panicked as she pressed her lips to mine, and I felt the pressure, but 
in an instant she was on to a new hold. Her dominant kiss and forceful 
embrace left me stunned. I could not counter or offer any resistance to 
her new hold. 

This time her back was on the floor and she was leaning on her elbows 
giggling while she watched me try to unravel her legs from my waist. I 
was facing her ankles trying to pry them apart, with my usual success. I 
must have tried for five minutes with her giggling the whole time. I 
realized this was all just a game to her. I didn't mind as long as pain 
stayed out of the equation. 

After awhile, I slumped frustrated and stopped trying to yank her ankles 
apart. "Kiss my ankle then my knee. Maybe, they'll let you go," she 
informed me in a little girls voice. She brought them closer and I did 
it. I did it lovingly. What did I have to lose? "Awww! Such a good 
little man," she commented. 

Her legs parted and I slowly turned to face her. I was just about to 
make a move when her legs snaked around my waist again and her ankles 
locked. Her gorgeous legs casually moved my imprisoned body closer to 
her face so she could watch my expressions more closely. She watched my 
struggles with her arms folded behind her head. I was truly amazed at 
how easily she could control me with no apparent effort on her part. 
Inga watched my feeble struggles impassively for a few minutes. I knew 
she was enjoying my weakness. I was reduced to a human toy for her 
pleasure. 

Then Inga increased the pressure again and she watched me intently as I 
begged for release. Just like before, the pressure didn't last long 
enough for me to feel great pain. She just wanted to show me how 
helpless I was before she moved on to the next hold. In her new position 
I found her awesome thighs wrapped around my neck. I felt there power 
even though she wasn't squeezing me. I knew I couldn't get out of this 
hold. I didn't even try. She looked down at my face as I looked up at 
her pathetically. Then she started to run her fingers through my hair or 
tweak my nose. When she tired of that playful game she started to play 
with my face. Her hand would force my mouth into exaggerated positions 
so that my face took on different expressions. She giggled and giggled 
as she gave my face a big smile. 

While her hand held my face in that exaggerated smile she stated, "You 
better tell my thighs how much you love them or they'll never let you 
go." "I LOVE INGA'S THIGHS! I yelled. I could tell she loved my 
enthusiasm. She broke out into a hearty laugh. "Please, please let me 
go. PLEEASSSE! Your much too strong for me," I begged. "They want to be 
kissed and hugged. Could you do that for them?" "OH yessss!" I whispered 
excitedly. "OK champ! Get busy!" she ordered. 

She laughed heartily once again as her thighs let me loose. I 
immediately started to plant kisses all over her big left thigh. "I LOVE 
YOU!" I yelled once more. I wrapped my arms around her upper thigh and 
my legs around her lower leg and hugged it close. I planted more kisses 
on it and then rubbed my cheek along its smoothness. So strong but so 
feminine I thought. I did love it. I knew I could worship that big 
beautiful leg of hers for ever. 

She watched me kiss and hug her leg in fascination. Then she exclaimed, 
"Wow! You do love my leg...Don't you guy?" She rubbed her hands through 
my hair and continued to smile as I paid homage to that big beautiful 
leg of hers. Then she added, "Tonight maybe, if you continue to be a 
good little boy, I'll let you sleep with your arms around your big 
sisters thigh. Would you like that?" "Oh yessss! I replied 
enthusiastically. Then I added in a little boys voice, "Pleeaasssse!" 
"Mmmmmm! Your such a good little boy!" she cooed. "Pleeaasssse!" I 
begged. "OK, little one, but I think my other thigh is getting jealous. 
You don't want to make that one mad do you?" "NOOO!," I yelled. Then I 
spent twenty minutes kissing and hugging that one as well. I wanted to 
make sure it wasn't mad at me. 

Finally, with my chores done she let me go. I looked at her as I got up 
and said, "Maybe, we should quit? We're just too evenly matched." It was 
a joke. Something I was famous for in times like these. She shook her 
head and laughed heartily, but we sure didn't quit. I was soon to find 
out that we only had just begun. 

She placed me in every scissors hold she could think of, and I had to 
beg and kiss some part of her legs to let me go. When she got bored with 
scissors, she bent my body like a pretzel in some very humiliating 
holds. I remember one hold in particular. I sat on her upper thighs as I 
straddled her. My knees were bent and my legs were folded back towards 
my hands. Inga's legs stretched out and her ankles were crossed at my 
neck bending my body down towards the floor. She could have really 
tortured me in this position, by various means, if she wanted to. 
Fortunately for me, she was still in a playful mood. As long as I didn't 
move the pain in my joints was bearable. 

What happened next didn't surprise me. She pushed my briefs down and 
started to play with my erect penis. I tried not to squirm or move too 
much as she tongued PJ. That kept the pain in my aching limbs under 
control and heightened the pleasure. But just like all the other women 
of this house, my pleasure was dictated to me in such a manner that let 
both of us know who was in complete control. She didn't let me know 
release though. Just before I exploded, she pressured me somehow and 
that stopped me from ejaculating. It was frustrating and it left me 
horny as hell. As she put me in another hold, I wondered how she had 
controlled my natural bodily functions. I didn't know it, but I would 
find out soon enough.   

In most of the holds I didn't feel much pain, amazingly. She was 
controlling the pressure she applied as easily as she controlled my 
body. I remembered she said we were play wrestling. I was thankful for 
that. The time went by in a blur. Both of us were sweating profusely and 
she discarded her top and bottom. She removed my briefs somewhere along 
the way as well. Inga produced a pad of paper, after my joking remark, 
and kept track of the scoring. I had no idea how she was figuring out a 
score and didn't ask. Inga would stop every so often and update the pad. 
I was thankful for the rest. 

Somewhere in the second hour of my ordeal, she placed me in a reverse 
head scissors. She kept grabbing my hair till she got my head placed 
real high up on her thighs near the crack of her ass. She could have 
really tortured me with this hold if she wanted too, but fortunately her 
mood remained playful, and I did everything I could to insure that it 
did. If I was required to kiss or beg or lick, I did it. Hell, it wasn't 
all that bad. I was sure there were a lot of guys who would have given 
half their fortunes to be where I was. 

To get out of this hold I had to kiss and rub her ass cheeks. Inga had a 
beautiful firm young ass. It was a pleasure to kiss it. As I pleased 
her, I wondered why the term "Ass Kisser" was a derogatory remark. After 
my lips kissed tush, she did squeeze me quite hard. It allowed her to 
change position at her leisure. This time I found my face buried in her 
bush as she lightly scissored my head. She propped her head up with one 
hand as she reclined on her side and with the other she took firm hold 
of PJ. 

"Make me a happy teen, Jimmy-boy," she instructed. When she said teen, 
it reminded me once again I was being controlled by a very beautiful 
young girl much younger than myself. Why didn't I feel shame with Inga? 
For some reason, I felt protected, not abused. It felt like she was the 
older sister and I was the much younger brother. It felt right somehow. 
I followed orders like usual. I had become an expert this week in 
pleasing a young girl in this manner. I didn't fail this time either. 
Her love juice erupted all over my face as I brought her fulfillment. I 
didn't even wait for instructions. I started to clean her as soon as she 
was finished. It had already become second nature to me. 

"Mmmmmm! You have talent Jimmy-boy! Your such a good pussy-kisser and 
ass-licker," she cooed. "I hope Brome and Eva tire of you. I want your 
talented tongue and the rest of that deliciously weak body of yours. 
I'll give you pleasure like you've never known and in return you'll 
worship my strength and pay homage to my body. Wouldn't you like that?" 
"Uh huh," was all I said. I still wanted Brome, but maybe she could lend 
me out to Eva from time to time. Unfortunately for me, Inga didn't 
relieve my sexual tension this time either. She said she was saving that 
for later. 

We must have wrestled for hours. It wasn't all that strenuous. Although, 
we were both sweating. Inga would get me in a hold and toy with me for 
awhile. Then I would have to do a lot of kissing, stroking, rubbing, 
fondling, hugging, and begging. Inga would respond with a lot of 
giggling, sighing, kissing, and moaning of her own. she seemed quite 
contented. I was still horny as hell. 

Finally, she put me in a sitting position and as she sat behind me, she 
engulfed my entire torso between her extremely powerful legs. Even my 
arms were pinned helplessly to my sides. "That was fun...Wasn't it!" 
"Yes," I answered. I wasn't a fool.   "You said we were evenly matched, 
let's check the score." She reached over and got the pad and positioned 
it in front of my face. She did some figuring and announced, "It was 
pretty close. You lost 212 to 2." "How did I get the two?" I inquired. I 
wasn't arguing with the results. I just wondered how I got two points. I 
thought the score was more lopsided than that. "You got one point for 
being cute and one point for being nice," she informed me. "Maybe, we'll 
wrestle some more before bed. Your the most fun I've ever had," she 
added happily. 

After her last remark, she hugged me with her arms and squeezed me with 
her legs. I closed my eyes and tried to endure. I didn't think it 
possible, but Inga's strong muscular body made me feel even weaker and 
more helpless than I had already felt at the hands of the other girls 
this week. 

She eased up and said, "I'm sweating like a pig. I want you to lick the 
sweat off me with your tongue. You'll do that for me....won't you?" I 
looked at her for just a second with imploring eyes. "It won't be so 
bad, here......" Inga held on to my hair with one of her hands and 
tilted my head back a little. She wiped two of her fingers in some of 
the sweat on her boob, with her other hand, and then stuck them in my 
mouth.  Inga giggled as she worked her fingers in and out and all 
around. I had a notion to bite for just a second, but knew better. I 
really didn't want to make supergirl mad. The sweat tasted salty and 
really wasn't so bad. 

After the taste test, she made herself comfortable on the bed as I 
started my new task. I started with her face first. As I licked her 
cheek she giggled and said, "That tickles!" I licked her ears and neck 
and couldn't wait to get to her boobs. They weren't as big as some of 
the other girls boobs, but they were nice. I slowly worked my way down 
her body and wondered if it was possible to get addicted to a girls 
body. I was already an addict then and the girls were my addiction. 

I missed no nook or cranny as my tongue lovingly danced across her body. 
When I got to the nether regions, Inga started to get hot. I was licking 
around the outskirts of her bush when my face was shoved into that 
familiar place once again. I knew what was required of me and I 
performed admirably. She came even harder than the last time. 
Afterwards, I showed my respect and properly cleaned up the temple of 
her femininity. I was then allowed to finish my tour of her body. I even 
had to lick between her toes and the bottom of her feet. All in all, it 
wasn't so bad. 

When I was finished, Inga announced, "Now it's time I help you out." She 
grabbed me and sat on the edge of the bed and placed me on her lap. In 
the next half hour I was subjected to the greatest frustration of my 
life and finally one of the most unbelievable orgasms I've ever been 
fortunate enough to experience. While she held me supported with her 
left arm, Inga fondled PJ with her right. I started to squirm with 
pleasure almost immediately as Inga laughed and worked her magic. 

She took me to the height of pleasure and then stopped right at the 
summit and denied me release. She did so by applying pressure at the 
base of my penis with her talented fingers. Then she would start the 
process all over again. My mind became even more clouded with lust and 
desire. I begged, I pleaded, I kissed her face. "Please Inga, let me 
have release....Pleeeaasssse!" I squirmed in agony and joy on her lap. 
My mind not being able to distinguish between them. She controlled me 
easily as she toyed with my body. Inga giggled as she continued to take 
my mind to a place of delirium it had never been before or scarcely 
imagined. My mind and body felt they were going to explode. 
"PLEEEASSSE!" I begged. "I'll let you have release little one when I 
think it's time, not before. It will be the best one you ever had. I 
promise." 

She continued to massage PJ with her hand and forbid his eruption. For 
some reason he blamed me. "Your such a good little boy. I'm going to 
make you so happy," she cooed delightedly. I thought she was doing the 
exact opposite. "My girl friend showed me this when we were playing with 
some boys after school last winter." That bitch! I thought. "Nature 
wants girls to be in charge. Look how easily I can control your little 
body. I can give you pain or pleasure. Whatever I want." 
"Release......release.... that's what I want my mind screamed out. My 
mind and body desperately needed that. 

She took me to the brink again and then denied me for the umpteenth 
time. "Maybe, I'll give Brome all the secrets on how to give your little 
itty bitty body pleasure and the little tricks to control you." "Then 
she thought a second and added, "I know you like Brome." "Pleeassse! 
Don't tell her about this," I begged. She laughed and continued to play 
with my body. "Girls have to know how to make their weak widdle guys 
happy and how to punish their widdle bodies when their bad." Great! Now 
she talking in baby talk. My body was squirming uncontrollably in her 
hands. I decided to try kissing and begging some more. 

She must have kept me on the brink for a half hour. Finally, she gave me 
release. My mind and body exploded. I must have spewed cum for fifteen 
seconds. It was the most unbelievable orgasm I ever had. I found myself 
thanking her and planting little kisses on her face. 

"See, Inga knows what's best. You did deserve that pleasure I gave you. 
Your such a good little man. I'm going to take good care of you and 
protect that weak little body of yours." Then she grabbed my mouth and 
kissed me hard on the lips. Her tongue probing deep into my mouth. I 
returned the kiss for a moment and then totally gave in to her and the 
sensations. 

I was totally spent. My body collapsed in her strong arms. I had no 
energy left and felt utterly helpless, but I was at peace. Inga gently 
laid me on the bed while she went to draw our bath. When it was ready 
she carried me, cradled in her arms, to her tub. There was a mountain of 
bubbles and room enough for both of us in the tub. I was soaped up and 
played with like a little kid. I have to admit I was starting to get 
used to that. I noticed PJ was starting to take interest again. 

"Mommy's little guy has been soooo good today. Here let me get those 
bubbles off your face." She grabbed my hair and dunked my head in the 
water. When she brought my head up, she gave me a moment to spit up some 
water and then she dunked me again. She continued the process one more 
time. "Pleeaassse Inga," I begged and put my hands together like I was 
praying. She was laughing again. I noticed she did that a lot. "OK tuff 
guy! Let me clean the rest of that body of yours." 

She sat on the edge of the tub and I stood beteen her legs as she rinsed 
the rest of my body with her hand. She continued to talk and move her 
hand over my anatomy for ten minutes. Her soft words and pleasing touch 
electrified every nerve in my body and my mind was overwhelmed with 
input. I wondered if I had found heaven. It also made me feel younger 
like I was ten again. She was a tireless worker. She soaped and soaped 
till PJ erupted once more. "My! I can't believe you were ready to do 
that again so quickly," she exclaimed happily. "You must really like 
Inga!" I didn't hate her I thought. 

The bath lasted another fifteen minutes. I sat on her lap as she sat in 
the tub and soaked. She leaned her head back and relaxed and I tried to 
do the same. If I moved ever so slightly my neck would fit nicely 
between her cute little breasts. Every so often, I would lick one then 
the other. I would get scolded because she was trying to relax, and one 
of her hands would encircle PJ as a playful warning, but my tongue got 
it's way every now and then. Finally, it was just a few minutes till 
lunch so we had to hurry. After I was thoroughly dry, she threw me 
another pair of purple briefs as she put on some shorts and a halter 
top. She combed my hair, kissed my cheek, and pronounced me ready to go. 
Then we walked hand-in-hand down to lunch and the rest of the Bromberg 
women. 

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I was allowed to have my own place at the table this time, that made me 
smile. As I tried to remember how to use a spoon and fork, I noticed Eva 
was present and her old quick witted self. All the girls wanted to know 
what Inga and I did in the morning. She was happy to tell them. "We 
wrestled all morning and after lunch were going horseback riding," she 
announced. "Who won?" Gundy inquired. "Pllllllllease," Inga said as if 
the question was sort of unnecessary. I thought it was too. I glanced 
over at Brome as Inga and Gundy parried quips. She was smiling at me and 
seemed happy. I looked over at Eva and she was giving me a knowing 
wicked little stare. I almost lost my appetite. 

About mid way through lunch, Inga announced, "Mom, my new cowgirl outfit 
has arrived. I'm going to wear it for our ride today. Do you want some 
pictures before we leave? I'm going to dress Jimmy in the matching 
cowboy outfit too." "Why of course dear. I can't wait to see it." All 
the girls seemed interested. They all wanted to see the outfit. Inga 
looked around the table at her sisters and announced with enthusiasm in 
her voice, "Great! Everyone be by the stable in twenty minutes and Jimmy 
and I will put on a little show for you." That sounded ominous to me. 

Inga made me hurry through the rest of lunch. She couldn't wait to put 
on the new costumes. For some reason, I could wait. She ate her lunch 
and then collected me. I found myself being carried on her hip as she 
told the rest of the group once again, "Don't be late!" Then, with me in 
tow, she rushed upstairs to change. The rest of the family waved and 
continued on with their meals. 

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Inga dressed me first, but first she undressed me. That didn't take 
long. All I had on were the purple bikini briefs. Then I started to 
transform into a cowboy. A very strange looking one at that. If I had 
worn this outfit in the old west, I would have been shot inside of five 
minutes. The cowboy shirt was white with a lot of purple accents. The 
shirt was covered in rhinestones and silver studs as well. It was full 
of design and very loud. Above the shirt, I had a purple bandanna fitted 
around my neck. The vest she put on me was mostly leather with purple 
studs on the front. My pants were white with purple accents as well. A 
toy gun and holster were added to my waist. The boots fitted me 
perfectly and were of course purple. The look was finished of with white 
cowboy hat. 

After Inga was finished dressing me, she carried me over to her full 
length mirror. I stared in fascination, from her hip, at my reflection 
in the mirror. "My little cowboy looks soooo cute!" she exclaimed. "Give 
Inga a big kiss my little gunfighter." We kissed for a long time and 
then it was her turn to get dressed. I took one last look at myself 
before she moved me away from the mirror. The words of the Glenn Cambell 
song Rhinestone Cowboy started to play in my mind. For the next ten 
minutes, I sat on the bed and watched her transform into the prettiest 
cowgirl I ever saw. 

For some reason, her outfit didn't look gaudy. It fit her perfectly. Her 
bandanna was white and set off her vest.  The vest was purple and barely 
covered her gorgeous breasts. The vest was highlighted in white and had 
its share of rhinestones. It was fastened with one button and showed a 
lot of cleavage. It was impossible not to stare. Even though I had seen 
those breasts of hers on many occasions, I found myself wanting that 
button to pop. 

Her cowgirl skirt was very short. The purple material stopped a little 
higher than mid thigh. Exposing most of her luscious gams. Her gun was 
on her right side and fastened by a strap to her thigh in the fashion of 
a gunfighter. My gun was not fastened in similar fashion. Her white 
patent leather boots looked elegant on her as did her white cowboy hat. 
After she was finished, she carried me to the mirror again. A big smile 
lit up her face as she stared at our reflections in the mirror. I stared 
as well and had a strange thought. I wondered if Dale Evans ever carried 
Roy Rogers around on her hip. I doubted it. 

Inga couldn't stand and admire our reflections for too long. We were 
already five minutes late. She kissed me once more, which wasn't easy 
with our cowboy hats on, gave a little sigh, and started walking towards 
her dresser. On her dresser was a lariat which I hadn't noticed before. 
She held that in her free hand and then she carried me downstairs to the 
last roundup. 
 
The rest of the clan was gathered by the shade trees on the side of the 
stable. A little walkway carried us right to the girls. I noticed Brome 
had the camcorder and Eva the camera. Helga's sketch pad was on the 
ground nearby, ready for instant use. Inga handed me over to Gundy while 
she went for her horse. All the girls inspected the merchandise while 
they waited for Inga to return. 

Gundy held me up off the ground by lifting me under the armpits with her 
big hands. She hefted me up and down as she inspected me. "Oh my god! 
Doesn't he look adorable!" she sang out continuing to inspect me with 
her eyes. She finished her inspection and then cried out in a mocking 
tone, "I'm so scared! He looks like such a dangerous desperado." She 
lifted me higher and my feet must have been dangling by her knees. 

Eva placed her camera on the ground before she said, "Pass the little 
bandit over to me." In a flash, I found myself cradled in Eva's strong 
arms. She smiled down at me and asked, "Are all cowboys so fearsome 
looking?" "I looked up at her, swallowed hard, and stammered, "Nnno." I 
really didn't feel very fearsome at the moment. She gave me that wicked 
smile of hers again and asked, "Do you know what I do with tuff little 
cowboys like you?" She fixed me with her eyes and I stammered for the 
second time, "Nnno...What?" "I brand them. So everyone knows their my 
property." I almost feinted. 

"Eva, Your scaring him. Let me have him," Brome interjected. 
"Spoilsport!" Eva yelled, but she handed me over. This time, I found 
myself cradled in Brome's arms. "Mom, I'm going to get my branding iron. 
It'll make for some great pictures," Eva informed the group. Then she 
set out for the house. Eva had just scared the hell out of me. At the 
same time, my mind tried to figure out why she had a branding iron in 
the house. "Brome nuzzled close and whispered to no one in particular, 
"Awww! She scared him. Don't worry, I won't let big bad Eva hurt my 
handsome little cowboy." I looked up, smiled lovingly at her, reached up 
and put my arms around her neck, and lifted myself up and kissed her on 
the lips. 

Helga looked on for a few seconds and then said sarcastically, "Honestly 
Brome, your spoiling him. Hand him over." Brome laughed at her mother's 
comments, sighed, and handed me over. Like usual, I had been passed from 
girl to girl without my feet ever touching the ground. After the 
experiences this week, I wondered if I would ever want to walk again. 
Helga slung me over her shoulder and playfully swatted my rump a few 
times. "Maybe, I should tan this cowboys ass but good, " she said half 
laughing. "Why mom?" Brome asked jokingly. "Why? For making each of my 
daughters think that he belonged only to her, that's why." Gundy and 
Brome both laughed. I failed to see the humor. 

Almost simultaneously Inga appeared with her horse and Eva came back 
with the branding iron. I was sad to see that Inga only had one horse. I 
guess I wasn't going to have my own mount. "What are you going to do 
with that thing?" Inga inquired as she saw Eva and her toy. "It'll make 
for some great pictures," Eva gleefully replied. In the next few 
minutes, I found out exactly what Eva meant. 

For the first shot, I was bent over a hitching post face down. My hands 
and feet were tied together and my pants were pulled down exposing my 
naked butt. Each girl took a pose by me holding the branding iron like 
they were going to use it. A picture was taken for each girls 
collection. I didn't want any. Helga didn't want to sketch this 
particular scene. It wasn't quite right Helga informed the group.  

In the second shot, I was on my knees and bent over with my face 
touching the ground. Each of my arms was tied to one of my legs and my 
naked butt was sticking way up in the air. Inga posed with the branding 
iron. Eva stood with her foot on my neck as if she was holding me down. 
The girls laughed and thought the shot was hilarious. For some reason 
only known to artists, Helga passed on this sketch as well. 

Finally, the shot Helga liked was with Eva sitting on my outstretched 
arms and Gundy sitting on my outstretched legs. Inga was smiling 
standing over me placing the branding iron on my naked butt. I had to 
turn and face Helga like I was in great pain. The girls held me this way 
for the twenty minutes it took Helga to get the sketch. Afterwards, I 
had to admit the sketch looked pretty good. I was just happy the 
branding iron wasn't hot. 

Another scene that was captured for the camcorder had me walking behind 
Inga's horse. There was a noose around my neck and Inga held the end of 
the rope, in her one hand, while she sat proudly atop her steed. The 
most imaginative scene had me wrapped up in rope from head to toe. I was 
slung over Inga's horse in front of her. I had a bandanna gagging my 
mouth as well. Inga lifted my head by the hair for the camera while she 
made a muscle pose with her free arm. Helga wanted me to show the 
anguish of a man completely subdued by a young girl as she sketched the 
scene. I found it easy to do. 

I had to admire her strength in another pose suggested by Gundy. Inga 
sat astride her horse while she held me out at arm's length upside down. 
Her one hand grasping both of my ankles securely in her iron grip. She 
smiled for the camera and hefted me up and down a couple of times. My 
own hands were tied behind my back to add to the effect the girls were 
trying to achieve. Somehow, the girls got my cowboy hat to stay on. 

The last pose for the cameras was the most painful. The girls tied me to 
the  horse's back. My arms were hanging down and tied under the horse. 
My legs were tied together around the horses neck. My face was facing up 
and Inga sat on it for the cameras. I had become the saddle for her 
awesome ass. Brome held on to the horse in front so there was no chance 
of it bolting. Fortunately for me, Helga didn't want to sketch the 
scene. She dearly loved capturing my expressions and that would be hard 
to do in my present position without an x-ray machine. 

Finally, the girls waved their good-byes to us as we headed off on our 
ride. I sat in front of Inga and she had her hands around my body at the 
armpits and held onto the reins in this fashion. My arms were draped 
over hers and hung down at my sides. I waved good-bye and wondered what 
was in store for me for the rest of the afternoon. I had lost all hope 
of possibly making my escape during the trip. I didn't have my own horse 
and I wasn't sure I wanted to leave before Brome had her turn with me 
anyway. 

We set off for the lake, but in a more round about fashion than 
yesterday. In this manner, I was able to see a few of the more pleasant 
vistas that the estate had to offer. The horse ambled along leisurely 
and Inga talked about high school and wrestling and her training for the 
Olympic trials. I listened for a good fifteen minutes and occasionally 
would add my own commentary. It was impossible not to like her. She had 
the personality to match her killer good looks. I asked her if she had a 
boy friend and she said no with a hint of sadness in her voice. 

"I know it's strange, but I like boys that are smaller than me.....like 
you. I want to mother them and love them all at once, but boys like that 
seem to be intimidated by me. They never approach me." I thought for a 
few seconds before I answered. "Believe me when I tell you that they 
like you, Inga......trust me on this. You would be a dream come true for 
any boy." We forded a little stream and I waited till we were on the 
other side till I distracted Inga's attention again. "Smaller boys 
really don't think taller girls will give them the time of day, so they 
just don't try. Try not coming on too strong at first either. A smaller 
boy doesn't like being embarrassed in front of others. Wait till your 
alone to reveal super Inga to him. By then he'll be totally captivated 
with you." 

She laughed and was quiet for awhile before she replied, "Thanks, I'll 
try your advise." "Happy to oblige," I answered back. We rode on in 
silence for a few minutes. I was happy and enjoyed the view. I knew we 
had to be fairly close to the lake. We had been traveling for almost a 
half hour. "You don't seem to be too ashamed that were all so much 
stronger than you?" Inga inquired. "I was at first......and besides it's 
private here. I wouldn't know how to react if any of this got out or one 
of you handled me like you do, at the house, in public." The next thing 
she said shocked me. "Watch out for Eva," she cautioned me, "her 
dominant nature runs deep." 

I didn't answer her. I just thought about Eva as the horse kept its slow 
and easy gait. I knew I had no hope of coping with her without help. The 
help I hoped was Brome. I daydreamed that Brome and I would make worries 
about Eva a mute point some day. As I rode with one of the nicest and 
most beautiful girls on the entire planet, my thoughts were for another. 
The other woman had beautiful green eyes. 

We made the lake about four in the afternoon. Inga tied the horse to a 
nearby tree and spread a blanket out on the lush green grass in that 
little clearing by the lake. She had even thought of sandwiches and soft 
drinks for us. She produced them from her saddle bags and we ate and 
drank happily in the sun by the beautiful little lake. After, we laughed 
and joked out loud about a number of topics. Finally, we made long and 
passionate love under the clear blue Swedish sky. It was an afternoon I 
would never forget. As we laid blissfully happy and content on the 
blanket, I found myself in her strong arms once again before I fell 
asleep. I experienced a deep feeling of  comfort and safety like I had 
never felt before. When the inevitable happened and I fell asleep. I 
dreamed of beautiful lakes, a woman's laughter, and Brome. 

I awoke with a start. Inga was busy cleaning the area. It took me a 
second or two to realize we must have slept for some time. We had a half 
hour to get back before dinner. We set out in a much quicker gait by the 
direct route we had jogged earlier yesterday. As we traveled the 
familiar path, I remembered my jogging fiasco from the day before. It 
was still a source of embarrassment to me. I knew I was in decent shape, 
but next to these women I was like a small child in so many ways. As we 
rode along the path, I had a secret desire. I just wished I could beat 
one of the girls at something before I went back to New York. That would 
erase so much I thought. 

We got back with ten minutes to spare and even had time to bed down and 
feed Inga's horse before we headed to dinner. I raced Inga to the house 
with both of us laughing all the way. I of course lost the race as I had 
lost every other event or contest this week. We slowed and tried to act 
dignified as we got to the table and saw everyone else was already 
there. Helga shot both Inga and I             a wicked look as we sat 
down. We looked at each other and bust out laughing for no apparent 
reason. "Mr. Preston your a very bad influence on my daughters," Helga 
scolded. I shot a glance at Inga once more, and we both bust out 
laughing again as everyone gave us queer looks. 

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I had my own place at the table again and everyone seemed happy. The 
mood was festive and all the girls like usual were talking all at once. 
It gave me a chance to think. I could now see the end of my ordeal. I 
had mixed emotions about even calling it an ordeal. On the one hand, I 
loved being with tall beautiful women. I still liked all the Brombergs, 
even Eva. In spite of what they had done to me. One positive from this 
experience was that these women liked me for me and size wasn't an issue 
with them. They actually preferred me small. I felt I know could 
approach a tall woman and size issues wouldn't dominate my thoughts or 
actions. 

On the other hand, I had received a very big dose of living in a female 
dominated world and I yearned for my old life just a little. I knew I 
wanted to continue seeing Brome after my stay here. If she wanted to see 
me, my life would not be as it was before because I would have to 
embrace her world. The world where men were the weaker sex. 

There were only two more days left before I could leave and one of those 
days would be spent with Brome. Much still had to be resolved in those 
two days. Did Brome want to continue seeing me? Would Helga let her 
brake the rules and see me again? Helga had told me the rules did not 
apply to me and that I was a member of the family. I hoped this was 
true. 

 There was another issue that troubled me. Could I resolve in my own 
mind the submissive feelings I felt? Why did I enjoy those feelings so 
much? This was the source of great embarrassment to me. I was the man. 
Shouldn't I be in charge? All the women of this house were so much 
bigger and stronger than me. It felt right to me somehow that they were 
in charge. At times, I loved being controlled by them. 

Helga finally brought me back from my thoughts with a question. "You 
seem preoccupied Jim. Has Inga captivated you like all the other men?" 
Everyone got quiet waiting for my answer. I thought it one of those 
innocent questions that women sometimes lay in a mine field. "Of 
course!......just like all the other women of this house have captivated 
me," I answered with a broad grin on my face. All the girls smiled. 
"Ever the diplomat Mr. Preston.......And you have completely captivated 
them as well." 

Dodged that bullet I thought, but Helga had a few bullets in her gun. 
"Tell me Jim, Will you be traveling to Sweden often?" "My new job will 
require it several times a year," I answered. The girls started talking 
all at once. I would have to stop over at the house on each of my visits 
they said. The girls started making plans. I listened in silence. 
"Girls, girls we have Jim for a few more days. Time enough for all that 
later," Helga shouted trying to restore order to the table. 
 
I decided to change the subject. "Helga, could you tell me what is 
required of me tomorrow?" "You're free till two Jim. Then we'll want to 
see you in the play room. Eva will give you your clothes for the first 
skit." I looked at Eva and she smiled wickedly at me. Helga continued as 
I looked back at her, "I just need Eva and you for our first little 
skit." "What will we be doing?" I inquired with just a hint of worry in 
my voice. "Let that be a surprise mom," Eva interrupted. Helga smiled at 
me and shrugged. 

I looked back at Eva and she was still grinning at me. I was beginning 
to get this sinking feeling in my stomach. Gundy interrupted my 
thoughts, "I'm in the second skit. Brome was supposed to be, but she has 
business in town till dinner." I looked around the table again, the 
girls were all smiling at me. I  asked, "Can I know what the second 
skits about?" "Sure Jim, You, Eva, Gundy, and Inga are circus 
performers, " Helga informed me. That didn't sound too bad as long as 
I'm not a clown again I thought. 

Helga didn't tell me about tomorrow nights festivities either. Except 
that they would be in the playroom as well. The playroom, that word had 
frightening connotations to me now. Especially, since Eva was involved. 
I did like the fact that I was free till two. I knew I needed the rest. 
That would really help getting through the last two days. My thoughts 
wandered to the last day. I wondered what Brome had in store for me. 
Somehow, I didn't think I would mind. Then I would be free and be able 
to sort this week out in my mind. 

The rest of dinner was uneventful and I soon found myself walking back 
upstairs with Inga. I stopped worrying about the last two days and 
wondered what Inga had in store for me tonight. Somehow, I had a feeling 
that some wrestling would be involved. I didn't think that would be too 
bad as long as pain didn't enter into the equation, but Inga hadn't 
really hurt me yet. I was hoping that trend would continue. Inga put her 
arm around my shoulder and hugged me to her as we walked into her room. 

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I was informed dress was not required for the rest of the evening. I 
took all my clothes off and laid them neatly in a pile in the corner. 
When I turned around Inga had removed her clothes as well. Wow! She 
looked magnificent. I was a leg man and Inga had great legs. They were 
just the way I like them long, muscular, but undeniably feminine. Inga 
was leaning on the dresser looking at me when she motioned me over with 
her finger. 

When I got there she motioned for me to sit down and put my head between 
her long legs. I complied immediately. Inga was casually leaning her 
elbows on the dresser and smiling down at me while I was staring up at 
her. She wasn't applying pressure to my head. I was thankful for that. 
It was a leg mans dream come true. Only a few inches away was her cute 
little snatch. I tried not to stare at it and continue to look at Inga. 
It wasn't easy though. I was a man. 

Inga stared down at me smiling for some time before she spoke. "I'm 
going to put you in some holds tonight, but we really won't be 
wrestling. You're just not strong enough for that." I listened to her 
words. I didn't feel embarrassed by them, I knew they were true. Inga 
started rubbing her hand through my hair as she continued. "Let's call 
it domination wrestling this time. I'm going to dominate that cute 
little body of yours, but you're going to just love it, I promise." I 
had a feeling she was right. "Tonight you're going to become addicted to 
my body." I thought I already was. Maybe, to all the girls bodies. She 
continued to twirl my hair and talk casually to me. "I don't know what 
the future holds for us, but I do know I want to see you often in the 
future. After tonight, I know you'll want to see me too." 

She squeezed my head a little tighter, but not tight enough to cause 
pain. "Now look at my pussy, but don't touch it till I give you 
permission. Do you understand?" I answered, "Yes." "Don't look at my 
face and don't take your eyes off my pussy." I stared directly at her 
femininity. It was only an inch or two away. It looked so inviting. I 
felt myself getting aroused. I wanted to kiss it, to lick it, and to 
stick PJ in it. Then she reached down with her hand and spread open her 
pussy lips with her fingers. "Isn't my young female cunt beautiful?" she 
asked. I answered immediately, "Yessss!" I stared mesmerized at it. 

She stuck her finger in and started rubbing herself. I watched from very 
close with fascination. "Now stick your tongue out just a little, but 
don't touch my pussy," she commanded. My tongue followed her orders 
before I even consciously thought to comply. Then she pulled her finger 
out and brought it to my tongue. "You may kiss and lick my finger," she 
told me. I started to lick her finger and when I had done that for a 
while she put it in my mouth and moved it around. It made me crazy with 
desire. 

I lost track of time. She kept her finger in my mouth and I sucked, 
licked, and cherished her gift. To my chagrin she finally removed it. 
She started to speak to me in a very soft female voice. "Now honey, I 
just want you to stare at my beautiful cunny for awhile, but don't 
touch." I stared at it. Her pussy became my whole world. Every so often, 
she would open her lips wide or play with herself some more. It was 
driving me crazy. "Pleeaasssse!.....Let me kiss it," I begged. "Only 
when I say." "PLEEASSSSE! I yelled out. "You must follow orders." I felt 
her thighs around my neck. I followed her orders. I had no other choice. 

She made me stare at it for a long time. I wouldn't have been able to 
pull my eyes from it if I wanted too. Eventually, she got bored with 
that torture and decided to move my head even closer with her hand for a 
new game. "Now honey, I want you to take a deep breath.  Smell it!" I 
inhaled deeply and her smell filled my brain. "Keep taking deep breaths 
Jimmy-boy, but don't you dare touch it." As I continued to breath deeply 
her odor was burned into my brain. "When your back in New York and alone 
in your bed at night, I want you to think of me." I was sure I would. 
"I'm going to be in America in a couple of months for some track meets. 
I could come and visit you. Would you like that?" I inhaled once again 
and whispered, "Yessss!" 

She patted my head and tweaked my cheek with her fingers. "Goood-
boy......gooood-boy," she said in a very pleased tone of voice. I was 
happy. I had pleased her. "Jimmy, do you remember the oath of 
obedience?" "Yes," I answered immediately. "Well, that's really my oath 
for good little boys like you. Do you think you could say it for me? 
Look at my pussy when you speak the oath." I instantly remembered it 
once again. I said it lovingly. "I submit to my teenage conqueror, and 
acknowledge her power over me. I give to her completely my body and 
mind." "Mmmmm! Such a good little boy. You may give me the kiss of 
submission." "Oh thank you, thank you," I mumbled happily." I kissed her 
waiting cunt lovingly. "Look at it again and remember....It rules you!" 
I stoped and stared once again. I knew what she said was true. 

I stared for a few moments and finally she added, "You may continue to 
show your respects." I immediately started planting little kisses then I 
started to lick her in earnest. My tongue probing here and there and all 
around. She started to moan and she grabbed my head with her hand and 
mashed my face tightly into her now moist cunt. "Owwwww!" she screamed. 
"Owwwww! YES! YES! Owwwww! YES!" she yelled. I must have been doing 
something right. I thought the whole house could her wails of pleasure. 
I continued to lick and please her till she had a very very intense 
orgasm. Her juices running all over my face. "Won't you please clean me 
honey?" she cooed. I had already started before she asked. 

I licked her till she was clean. She made contented little sounds and 
she started to rub my hair again. "Now Jimmy, What I'm going to do may 
seem cruel, but I want you to give in to me totally tonight. Do you 
think you can do that for me?" "Yesssss," I moaned. I looked up at her. 
I didn't think she had it in her to really be cruel. I was to find out I 
may have been wrong in that assessment. She smiled down at me and 
grabbed the back of my head with one of her hands. With the fingers of 
her other hand she opened her pussy lips wide and centered it over my 
mouth. Only then did it dawn on me what she was going to do. I thought 
this might happen to me sometime in my stay here, but I didn't think it 
would happen at the hands of Inga. 

"I want you to open wide and drink all of this gift down. Don't spill a 
drop or I might get mad." I nodded up at her and did as I was told. The 
pee hit my mouth and tasted warm and salty. I was careful to drink it 
all down and not to let very much spill out the sides of my mouth. She 
was watching my reaction as a tear drop rolled down my eye. "Awww! Honey 
I have to be firm....don't cry," she said in a soothing voice. Inga 
continued to fill my mouth with her golden liquid even as she wiped the 
tear from my eye. Her bladder must have been full. I drank for a long 
time. 

Finally it ended. I had been reduced to my lowest point of the week. I 
still couldn't believe it was at the hands of Inga. She was more like 
Eva then I could have ever imagined. Inga unwound her legs from my neck 
and reached down for me. She lifted me up under the arms and raised me 
off the floor till my feet were dangling. She smiled at me and I lowered 
my head. It was hard for me to look at her at the moment. Drinking her 
urine and then being lifted intensified my utter helplessness at her 
hands. I felt like I had given in to her totally. I knew that was 
exactly what she wanted. 

She brought my body closer to hers and said, "Put your legs around my 
waist and your arms around my neck." I did and she hugged me close. She 
patted my back and began to walk with me. We went into the bathroom and 
she let me down by the sink. "Brush your teeth and gargle a few times, 
Jimmy. I'll probably want to kiss that mouth of yours and I don't want 
to taste my own pee." I brushed and gargled for five minutes. Then she 
carried me back into the bedroom. 

She sat me down on her sofa and went to her dresser. My heart sank when 
I saw what she pulled out. It was a dog collar and chain. She sat next 
to me and started to talk, "These are my gifts to you. I want you to 
take them home with you to New York." She then opened the collar, but 
before she put it on me, she announced, "Kiss it and say thank you." I 
kissed it and replied, "Thank you." Then Inga put it on my neck. The 
same ritual was followed with the chain. 

After the chain was fastened to the collar, she twirled it around her 
hand a few times. Inga got up and had me follow her around the room on 
my knees. Every so often she would yell out, "Heel." I obeyed like any 
good doggie would. Before we went back to the couch she let me lick her 
feet as a reward. 

When we got back to the couch she took off my collar. "I really don't 
need this to keep you in line, do I?" 'No ma'am," I answered 
respectfully. "I know, but I want you to have them. When you see them in 
your apartment.....you'll think of me." I took them from her and she 
motioned for me to put them on the dresser for the time being. While I 
followed her commands Inga put on the TV and sat back down on the sofa. 
When I came back, I was positioned so my head was resting on her left 
thigh. She had her right leg over my neck and it fit snugly in the space 
behind her knee. Thankfully, she didn't apply any pressure. I guessed 
this would be my position while she watched TV. 

I was correct in my assessment. She must have watched TV for almost an 
hour. This is how I spent the whole time. Every so often, she would play 
with my mouth or tweak my nose. I laid impassively and stared up at her. 
I wasn't uncomfortable and I could think of far worse positions to be 
in. I did feel completely helpless again. I was amazed at how many 
positions the girls had put me in this week that would illicit that 
feeling from me. Some of the girls were very young, but they were all 
experts at man-breaking. 

Finally, the TV show she was watching ended and Inga got up and turned 
off the TV. She went over to the middle of her carpeted floor and sat 
down with her legs fully extended. Then she sexily lifted her right leg 
and patted her other thigh. I knew it was a signal for me to come over. 
I did and laid my head on her thigh. Then she brought her other leg down 
and closed the noose. My head was imprisoned once again. Inga laid back 
slightly, propped her head up on one of her hands, and started to play 
with my face again. I endured in silence. She really did love to force 
my face into some silly expressions and she played with me endlessly. To 
vary the game, Inga would walk her fingers down her thigh and then on to 
my face and tweak my nose. Or her fingers would grab my mouth or tongue. 
She giggled the whole time she played with my face. 

She toyed with me for what must have been another hour. I didn't mind, 
it could have been a lot worse. "Enough of this," she informed me. "I 
want that talented tongue of yours again." She got up and walked over to 
the couch and sat down on its edge. I was summoned between her legs once 
more. I wrapped my arm under and around her big right thigh as I dove 
into my assignment. She wrapped her fingers in my hair and smiled down 
at me as I pleased her pleasure palace once more. 

After my tongue provided her with another intense orgasm, I was informed 
it was my turn for some pleasure. I was in for another of one of the 
girls phenomenal strength displays. Inga grabbed both of my ankles with 
one hand and lifted me off the floor upside down. My body dangling 
helplessly off the floor as she effortlessly held me in that position. 
Inga smiled down at me as my head hung six inches above the carpet. She 
then swung my body and caught my head with her thighs and immediately 
tightened them. My mouth up to my nose, my neck, and part of my chest 
were mashed in female flesh. Just my eyes and part of my head stuck out 
the other side of her thighs under her ass. While she held me like this 
she took her free hand and lifted my head up closer to her ass and right 
in the center of her meaty thighs. My mouth remained buried in thigh 
meat. She raised my ankles up slightly and bowed my body so she could 
reach my pecker with her free hand. 

She looked down and asked, "Comfy?" "Mmmmpfffm," I replied. I shouldn't 
have tried to talk while my mouth was buried in thigh meat. 

What happened next was extraordinary. I don't think I will ever forget 
the experience. With her free hand she started to play with my penis. My 
body squirmed as it was suspended, by her, in mid air. My head was 
trapped by her thighs and my ankles were firmly in the grasp of one of 
her hands. She was giving me pleasure, but it would be only by her rules 
and totally at her whim. She took me to the brink and like before denied 
me. I couldn't even beg for release this time. Mercifully, she had no 
intention of tormenting me over a prolonged period of time. This 
position had to tax even her strength. I was allowed release in the next 
minute or so. My cum shooting all over the floor as she held me 
suspended and laughing at the sight. At that moment, for some reason I 
thought of Helga. I knew she would have liked to have sketched that 
position. 

After allowing me my pleasure, she carried me upside down to the bed and 
threw me on it. She quickly pounced before I could react. She was so 
damn quick. For the first time tonight, I found myself in a very painful 
hold. Inga was sitting behind me and her legs were wrapped around my 
waist and locked at the ankles. She had both of my arms behind my back 
and bent up at the elbow. She wasn't applying pressure, but she didn't 
have to. Just the position I was in was painful enough. 

"PLEEAASSSSE! Your hurting me," I yelled. She laughed, but released my 
arms. My arms hung limply at my sides. They hurt like hell. Inga 
encircled her arms around my chest in a tight hug. At the same time she 
put her face cheek to cheek with mine and started to talk, "Tonight I 
did some things to you I've never done with a man before," she informed 
me. "Why me," I asked timidly. "Because, I like you." That was a strange 
reply I thought. "Like I said, I'm not sure what the future holds for 
us. Some time in the future, I think I'd like to live in the U.S. and it 
would be nice to know your there waiting for me, if I want." 

She stopped talking for a second. I think she was waiting for a reply. 
"I like you Inga. I like your body. You don't have to try and get me 
addicted to it." "Call it an insurance policy," she said. What I said 
next was dangerous. "You know I like Brome." "I know. That's why I said 
I wasn't sure about the future. Do you think she'll let me play with you 
once in a while?" "I don't know. You'll have to ask her about that, but 
you are Swedish aren't you?" Inga laughed and replied, "That's true." 

She hugged me tight and said, I like you so much. Your just so cute and 
perfect for a girl like me." She hugged me so tight I barely had enough 
air to speak. "I really like you too Inga. Your one of the most awesome 
girls I've ever met, but please no more golden showers." She continued 
to hug me as she spoke, "OK! Your just so weak and helpless though. It's 
so easy for me to get carried away." "I do like you Inga. How about if I 
promise that you can visit me when your in the states." "Great! I've 
already got your address and phone number from your wallet. There's 
always the chance Brome or Eva won't make you their property." I wished 
she would have phrased her last statement differently. And why did I 
invite her? Maybe, I was already addicted to her body. 

Inga maneuvered me so that she was leaning on the right side of her 
body. My face was buried in her muff again and she had her young 
voluptuous thighs wrapped tightly around my head. While I began to 
please her and rub my hand over that beautiful thigh of hers, I realized 
the moratorium on golden showers didn't extend to pussy-licking. 

As Inga's pleasure mounted, she looked down at her industrious captive 
and thought, I know Eva would share him, but I'm not so sure about 
Brome. I just might have to get real forceful in the states, with him, 
when I visit and he's away from the others. Then she laughed to herself 
as she thought, how can I give up that little pecker of his and that 
talented tongue. She laughed out loud when she remembered that he named 
his penis PJ. That was all that she had time to think about as her mind 
was bathed in a sea of pleasure and she lost herself in delightful 
sensations. 

Finally, we settled down for the night. Like I was promised, if I was a 
good-boy, I was allowed to sleep holding onto one of her delectable 
thighs. My head was laying on her crotch and my arms and legs were 
wrapped around her left left. I sighed contentedly as I tried to fall 
asleep. It was hot under the covers and it also concentrated her scent 
making my head swim. I sighed and inhaled deeply as I clutched all that 
female flesh close. I knew she was right about one thing. I would never 
forget her scent. 

Inga sighed contentedly and then thought about Jim as she played with 
his hair under the covers. He sure was a leg man. Maybe, she could use 
that. "Night Jimbo," she whispered in a sensuous voice." She laughed to 
herself as she pictured him holding on to her thigh and added, "Peasant 
dreams!" I kissed her thigh, then hugged it close, and replied, "Night 
Inga........pleasant dreams!" Soon both fell asleep and had very 
pleasant dreams.