As usual, I'm speechless -- gagged as I type - with my chains jingling as the words flow. I can feel my stiffness growing in my pink plastic panties. ... feel the butt plug inside me. In the full-length mirror to my left, I can see my short, sheer, pink plastic dress, with matching bonnet and booties. I can see three bags of my pasty, drug-sweetened gruel hanging on high wall hooks behind me. I can see the chains the shackle me to my chair. So maybe I'm just a crybaby.After all, I've dreamed of. If the fantasy is recent and still fresh in my mind, then I retell it mostly as it happened. If it is more ancient and somewhat faded, I let my imagination come up with the details surrounding the basic concept. As such, my fantasies are a blend of reality and fiction. This particular fantasy happened a few months ago. I had only just created my bucket listfor those of you who are unaware of this fact, I recently started doing all the things I told myself I would one day do, only to put them. " Well," Ana said, "I do, I'll finish high school, go to college and one day marry Patty. I figure by then it will be as normal and accepted as marrying a guy. In between then I'll keep clean by just fucking my totally clean family and while here in high school the Wilsons." Sounds like a good plan to me," Hannah said, "it also sounds exactly like my plan except that it will be my master I eventually marry, even if he is my brother." Well I think it's silly to be thinking of the one love of. Babs and I said we would clean up while the two of them relaxed in the living room. While we were putting everything away and loading the dishwasher, Babs told that her talked about nothing else but my dad when they were shopping. She asked Babs all about him and what he was like. Babs asked her if she was falling for him already and she said she was. I told her my dad was asking the same questions. We giggled and said how cool would it be to have them get married and Babs was literally dancing.