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   Victoria's Self Bondage Games Ch.  01

   Hi, I'm Victoria.  I'm 21, a junior in college and I love self bondage
in public stories, they get me so wet that I decided to start trying some
of my own.  I've got red hair and for the pervs out there (who I love) I
have big boobs, and not saggy or fat ones either, I'm trim and athletic
otherwise.  Guys often kiddingly ask me how I don't topple over, having so
much on top.  I'm never offended, I love guys to ogle me, in fact, I dress
to make that happen as often as possible.

   I'm also quite promiscuous, I rarely go on a first date without giving
the guy head at least unless they are just total losers or jerks, which
thankfully doesn't happen all that often.  I was also quite oral in high
school and I probably have a bad reputation around my friends and
acquaintances from that area.  Funny how one can have a "bad" reputation
for something, yet still get flooded with "offers" from those who probably
are badmouthing me behind my back.  Oh well, to each their own, I love
sucking cocks and I can deal with it.

   Back to the self bondage.  I found many stories on sites about it and it
always made me horny.  I loved the daring, naughty aspects of it, and the
inherent risk of doing it in public.  In honesty, I also have to admit the
stories where they get "caught" are the most exciting ones of all.  The
thought of being bound and helpless and completely at the mercy of someone
who lucks into finding you like that...wow, that makes me wet just writing
it.

   I have a "boyfriend" now, though he insists on trying to keep it more
like fuck buddies which is ok with me.  I've sucked and fucked a number of
guys since we were "together" because of his adamant refusal to commit to
calling us a "couple." He isn't the jealous type, though, he just wants his
"space," for now, he's also fucked some lucky coeds during our time
together.  He has such a nice cock and tongue and really knows how to use
them!

   I've already played some games with exhibition.  One of our friends has
a hot tub and there hasn't been an occasion where I haven't gone in topless
(at least not for long).  Most of his friends have seen, and drooled over,
my tits.  A few of them have tried feeling me up.  I often allow it, up to
a point, before stopping them for Jack, my boyfriend's sake.  I've also
been topless on beaches not designed to be so, only when children aren't
present, of course.  I'm also usually the first, if not the only, woman at
parties with her top off.  I guess I'm saying tons of guys (and women) have
seen my tits and I love the exhibitionist nature I have and often want to
do more, much more.  That's what led me to try to make these types of
things happen.

   The delicate balance is this, how to get seen, in the right way, the
right circumstances, especially if bound without serious repercussions. 
Obviously I don't want to be arrested (although I fantasize about being
caught by cops sometimes, and having to "talk" my way out of it). 
Naturally, I also don't want to be hurt, or killed, the world being the way
it is.  I generally don't mind some of the risks, most people are not evil,
by nature.  I just want to avoid the ones that are while giving the other
ones a good show or...more.

   The first thing I tried was the cliched pizza thing.  What better way to
pretty much guarantee a male's attention?  I've yet to have a female pizza
delivery person and we've ordered tons of pizza here in college.  I've done
lots of teasing of the delivery men (boys?) including with Jack's consent.
I've often worn overtly sexy things when I opened the door, like, just a
bra and panties, or in a nightgown, which showed tons of cleavage.  Jack
loved making me always answer the door, he is encouraging of my
exhibitionistic behavior.  That gave me my encouragement to try some of my
own adventures.

   First, I knew it had to go beyond fully clothed.  They had to be able to
see me, in various states of undress.  I live in a ground floor apartment.
My first idea was simple.  I have a big sliding glass door which the
delivery people always come to, since it's closest to the glass doors. 
Otherwise both the delivery person and I would have to walk all the way
around to the front to get the pizza.  I always inform them where to
deliver. 

   So on this first attempt I called for the pizza and I had on just my
tight panty "boyshorts," which ride up my ass nicely and show plenty of
cheek.  I was topless but I had a shirt to throw on quickly.  I saw his car
pull up.  I stood in front of the window, standing sideways like I didn't
notice him, like I was staring at the TV.  From his parking space it's like
the living room is a big fish bowl, you can see the entire living room.  I
always have to keep the blinds closed if I want privacy.  I could tell he
was taking his time, looking.  I did some bending over like I was picking
up things and I moved around a bit before I just turned and looked straight
at him.  He was still in the car, eyes wide.  I gasped and covered myself
up in feigned embarrassment. 

   A minute later he knocked on the door.  I was blushing, for real,
because of what I did for him.  I acted like I was so embarrassed.  He just
laughed and said, "no problem." When he left I masturbated to the thought
of that look in his eyes, seeing my big tits bare for him.  That was fun,
but it was just a beginning, I was just dipping my toe in the waters.

   The next time I called a different place because I didn't want the guys
to "know" I was doing it on purpose.  This time when the guy pulled into
the "viewing spot" I was completely naked and I made sure I walked slowly
across the room as if I didn't know he was there.  This time I had to act
like I didn't have any idea he'd seen my naked body.  He had a goofy grin
and his face was completely red as I stood in front of him with a robe I
had placed by the door.  Naturally, I let it fall open enough for him to
see quite a bit of the tits he'd just seen for a moment.  I loved the tease
but it still was lacking in the kind of risk and excitement I was seeking.
But, I was finding my way, slowly.

   The next one happened almost completely by accident.  My friend had
ordered something online and wanted to use my address because it was a
surprise to her boyfriend.  I'd completely forgotten about it.  I was
sitting in my living room in just my short shorts which ride completely up
my ass, as they are designed to do.  I had a date with Jack later.  I was
topless just thumbing through a magazine when I saw the UPS truck.  I
remembered immediately what it was for and I cursed myself for missing this
opportunity.  I decided to wing it.  The curtains were mostly closed, which
I regretted.  I would have to do it more one on one this time.  I started
to run to the bedroom for a shirt but I thought better of it.  He knocked,
I took a deep breath and opened the door in just my tight shorts.  I
covered my tits with my arms, which still allowed a lot to be see, I said
they were big!

   I saw his eyes light up.  "Sorry," I apologized.  "I wasn't expecting
anyone, obviously."

   "Um, that's ok, happens all the time," he stammered, his eyes fixated on
my chest.

   "Really?" I asked in seriousness.  "You see women show up at the door
like this all the time?"

   He avoided my gaze shyly but answered, "well, not ALL the time.  It has
happened, mostly to some of our other carriers."

   I let him in the door, still not sure what I was going to do.  He asked
me to sign for the package.  This meant I had to lift one of my arms to
take the pen.  After an awkward moment where he realized the same thing I
excused myself and walked away from him, slowly, to get a cover.  This
allowed him an extensive look at my backside in my shorts, swaying what my
Jack calls my, "perfect ass."

   I debated in the bedroom about what to wear back in.  He'd seen me in my
barely there shorts and quite a bit of covered tit.  I realized that it'd
be a step back from what I've done if that was it.  I pulled on a crop top
which is sizes too small, which allows for a lot of underboob because my
tits push the shirt out so much.  His eyes were still excited when I
reappeared.  You can pretty much see the outline of my pussy lips and he
was enjoying the view even as I signed for my friend's package.  He was
ogling my tits when I handed him back his pen.  I had an idea.

   "So, most of the time women have answered the door like this it happened
to someone else, not you?"

   He shifted nervously.  "Actually, it's never happened to me.  My friends
at the office say it happens to them all the time."

   "What happens?" I asked.

   He was really getting fidgety now.  "Well, mostly they say women show up
topless or dressed...uh, kind of like you are."

   "Well you realize we are at home, by ourselves, and that most of the
time the deliveries are complete surprises to us, right?  Like this, I
forgot my friend had ordered something, I had no idea you were coming."

   "I know," he said apologetically, "I wasn't saying you...uh, were like
most of those women...the guys say that a lot of those women were doing it
on purpose..." he stammered.

   "Well, I didn't," I said, mostly honestly, at least not this time.

   "I know, I'm sorry..." he said anxiously, obviously looking for an
escape.

   "Listen," I said reassuringly.  "I'm not a prude, I don't care that you
got to see some things.  I hope it made your day," I grinned.

   "Oh, it did," he said, again nervously.

   "You've been good about this," I said, plan now in hand.  "I don't think
it's fair that it's only happened to your coworkers," I said as I slowly
peeled the top off allowing my breasts to spill out magnificently.

   "Oh my god," he gasped.

   "I hate teases," I said honestly.  "I hate that those women purposely
teased you guys and probably didn't show you everything they had."

   His eyes were bugging out of his head and boring a hole in my exposed
tits.  Inspired, I slid my panties down and they fell to my ankles.

   "There," I said.  "Go back and tell your friends about THIS," I said,
spinning around slowly and allowing him the full view.

   "Goddamn, you're sexy," he groaned.  He started to reach out to my tits
and I stepped back, surprised by his boldness.  His arm shot back in
horror, as if he'd offended me.  I was surprised, yes, but not horrified. I
instantly justified it in my head.  Here I was, teasing him, like the
bitches I just complained about, and then rejected his hand.  That wouldn't
do.

   I reached back for his hand, "JUST touching, ok?"

   "Ok!" He said excitedly.  He pawed my tits unartfully, I doubt he'd seen
many up close and personal, and probably, almost certainly not 21 year old
tits, not for a long while.  I finally had to TELL him to squeeze my
nipples, as it always excites me to no end.  He got bolder and his other
hand went down my stomach until he slid past my bald pussy to my lips.  I
only allowed a couple seconds for his fingers to slid up my slit before I
stopped him.

   "Whoa," I teased, "that's enough, I just didn't want to tease you like
those other women and not let you at least get something out of it."

   He seemed quite giddy about what he got, he bounded out of there like
he'd found gold.  My masturbation session was heavy after that one.  I'd
found my calling.  Now, I just had to figure out how to make it happen in
more exciting circumstances, including self bondage, though at first
thinking of myself bound and at the UPS guy's mercy didn't hit the spot,
the more I thought about it the more I realized the embarrassment of it and
how powerful that could be.  It really wasn't about the guy, or type of
guy. No, it was the fact that I'd be helpless in front of them, unlike this
guy, who was at my total mercy the whole time.  I controlled it, not him.
In the self bondage situation, that wouldn't be the case, If I was caught,
that is.  I realized most of my fantasies about it included me getting
caught.  I knew it would eventually happen but for the time being I was
learning what I could do and how.

   The friend I confided in who knows all about my past and my proclivities
wondered why I didn't do more, both with the pizza guys and with the
delivery driver.  "Why didn't you suck his cock?" asked Jessica when I told
her about one of the pizza guys.  "You love doing it, you suck nearly
complete strangers on first dates, what's the difference?"

   I admitted that I didn't know, though she was repulsed at the story of
the UPS guy when I told him how old and nerdy he was.  "Now THAT one I
understand," she laughed.

   I answered thoughtfully, "but you know what?  Isn't that part of it?" I
wondered aloud.  "Should it matter what he looks like, if he's part of the
game?  I wonder if I should've," I mused.

   "Eww," said Jessica in disgust.  "That's just gross," she laughed, but
smiling.  "I know you, though.  You're right, you are looking for another
level than I am.  Yes, I think that would really suit your desire for the
next step.  I gotta admit, I wouldn't do ANY of this, but I dig hearing
about it from you.  In fact...maybe I should just order something online
and have it delivered to your house," she giggled.

   "You wouldn't!" I said in mock protest, 

   "Like you'd complain.  Keep that in mind, maybe the thought that I just
MIGHT, might get your mind working."

   I had to admit it did.  Every time I saw a brown truck pass by I
wondered if it was meant for me, I tingled each time it happened.  However,
I was now in the planning stage for something new.  I wanted to involve the
bondage.  I was hoping to eventually get it into public, but I wanted to
start small, to see what I was capable of.

   I had an idea, kind of a starter bondage thought.  I put on my boyshorts
again, Jack loves them, so why not the next guy?  I put on my tight, white
shorts and had a flowery buttoned top which I often wear out, to tease.  I
can unbutton as my buttons as I need to, depending on the view I want to
give someone.  I had my apartment key in my hand.  I opened my sliding
glass door and I hid the key under a flowerpot right next to the door.  It
is my back door.  I took a knife out of the drawer and I propped my front
door open.  I walked down my hall to the laundry room, my apartment was
closest to it.  There were only four apartments in my building.  One of
them was still vacant, one was a single older guy who worked midnights, for
all I knew.  The other one was a lonely old lady who had several cats who
barely left the apartment.  I knew the laundry room would most likely be
"safe" for this idea. 

   I took off my shorts and my top.  I placed the knife under my shorts and
top, which I then hid on a shelf behind the laundry supplies.  I was now
topless and just wearing the sexy panties.  I rushed back to my place, I
called for the pizza, they usually deliver in 30 minutes or so.  I quickly
zip tied my ankles together.  I stood, though a bit unsteadily.  I
originally was going to zip tie my wrists in front of me, then get on the
floor and maneuver them behind my back but I had a better idea.  I didn't
want to be able to reverse the process and get out easily that way so I
limited myself.  I put a small chain around my waist, it was for my
bicycle. I locked it.  Then, with some effort, I managed to get the zips
around my wrists behind me and around the chain in a way where I could no
longer just sit and pull my arms over my legs and get my wrists in front of
me.  They were bound behind me for the entire ordeal.  I cinched them up
tight, and I mean TIGHT.  It had taken me longer than expected, now I
probably only had 20 minutes or so.

   I waddled out the door and gave a reluctant sigh when the door locked
behind me.  I had no way in now, unless I retrieved the key from the back.
Obviously now, I was topless and bound, I couldn't just walk out there and
get it.  First, I'd have to walk (waddle) all the way out the front of the
building, which has a common area with three other buildings.  And, there
was still daylight, and it was a highly busy street.  I had only one "out."
I shuffled quickly to the laundry room, my titties no doubt bouncing and
jiggling as I labored down the hall.  I smiled at the thought that I'd
wished I'd had Jessica here to film the whole thing, "hmm, maybe next
time," I grinned.

   I made it to the laundry room.  I shut the door behind me.  There was no
lock, people could still get in, I closed it more for anyone who happened
to walk down the hall and past the laundry.  The laundry had a small window
facing the same way my sliding glass door faces, meaning, I would be able
to see when the pizza arrives. 

   My plan was this.  I'd have to get myself out of the zip ties, get my
shorts and top and get back to the apartment before the guy arrives.  For
safety, the knife I'd hidden would be able to cut the ties off, but, I had
stiff penalties for having to use the knife, as you'll see.

   I'd used the thick, industrial sized zips.  Jack and I had played with
smalled, thinner ones before in roleplay sex but both he and I could easily
get out of those, if we'd wanted.  I wanted it to be harder.  I'd never
actually tried to get out of these.  I wanted it that way.  I tried
wriggling my wrists togther but they were too tight, WAY too tight.  My
wrists were probably turning red.  Then I tried rubbing them against the
concrete wall, my back up against the wall.  I had no idea if that was
helping.  I realized I had no idea how to get out of them, even though I'm
limber and kind of athletically strong.  It would've been quite a sight to
see my tits jiggling, my brow sweating as I struggled and swore at myself
to get free.  Time was running out.  I certainly thought about quitting and
taking the easy way out, the knife was on the shelf, just taunting me. 

   I spied something which might help.  I saw an old lawn mower blade in
the corner with some other equipment, the room is also used for some
storage.  I nudged the blade onto the floor and tipped it up with the sharp
edge pointing up, all with my bare toes.  I wedged it between two heavy
objects.  Then, I laid on my back on the cold concrete floor and sawed my
ankles free.  Again, I imagined onlookers watching this big tittied, crazy,
sexy woman doing this to herself, which of course turned me on.  I was
totally pleased with myself, I was halfway home!

   I then sat on the floor and started sawing my wrists free in the same
fashion when it happened.  I heard the squealing of brakes and the sound of
loud rock music playing.  I must've turned white.  I quickly got up, looked
out the window.  Yes, it was the pizza guy, same guy as the first time,
who'd seen me through the window.  I was frantic.  Should I continue sawing
my wrist ties?  Am I even close to being free?  I had no idea.  But, one of
the "rules" I had was I could not let him leave without dropping off the
pizza, as if I wasn't home. 

   He was coming up the walk, eyeing the sliding glass doors, no doubt,
hoping for a repeat performance.  He had no idea how much luckier he'd get
this time.  It was over, I'd failed.  I reached the knife on the shelf, I
cut the ties.  Quickly, I put on my top.  I only buttoned the bottom two
buttons.  I put on my shorts.  I had to walk out the front of my building,
past a number of neighbors who were sitting out on their front porches,
smoking and talking.  I had allowed for this.  I pulled the top tight
before I walked past them.  I just nodded and smiled and kept my head down
until I was around the building.  No doubt some of them liked the show, as
well, like I said, the shorts were very short.  When I got around back I
made myself loosen the top again.  It was one of the penalties.  I made
sure that most, if not all of my tits were viewable, at least from the
side. Then, I sighed as I paid the next penalty, I took off the shorts,
again leaving me in just those sexy panties.  I had to leave the shorts in
a bush at the back of my apartment.

   I approached him, my tits swaying freely under the loose material.  My
pussy was starting to get achingly wet from all this, I hoped I hadn't
soaked my panties to the point he'd notice, not that I could do anything
about it per my rules.  He was knocking on the window.  Peering in, no
doubt hoping to catch me undressed.  I startled him when I said hello from
behind him.



   "Whoa, ma'am, sorry, I knocked," he said, still shocked.

   "That's ok," I said, my heart still beating frantically from all the
exertion.  "I got locked out, I was doing laundry," I said.  "I had to come
around to get my spare key." I bent over, allowing him a nice long view of
my ass.  Like I said previously, the boyshorts do not cover a lot,
especially bent over, I'm sure much of my sexy asscheeks were poking out
for his viewing pleasure.  I purposely looked under the wrong pots, under
the mat, as if I was searching for the key.

   "Sorry," I said, acting embarrassed.  "My boyfriend hid a key out here."
As I was hunched over his eyes went directly now to my tits.  Bent as I was
he could see completely down the top.  There was no hiding them, he could
see all of them as the top hung away from my chest.  He joined the search,
all the while his eyes darted back to my exposed titties.  I finally,
"found" the key and let myself in.  I invited him in, again, as a penalty
for "failing."

   I engaged him in some small talk while I went to get my money.  I'd
purposely put my purse in the the bedroom so he'd be allowed the pleasure
of seeing my ass sway as I walked away from him.  I unbuttoned the bottom
two buttons of the shirt, they weren't doing much good anyway.  When I
returned he had a grin on his face.

   "Why so happy?" I asked as if I didn't already know part of the answer.

   "I'm uh...getting the feeling you like exposing yourself."

   He was certainly bold.  It worked for him.  "What?" I asked, as if
shocked.  "I told you I was doing laundry and got locked out, I don't
normally walk around outside like this."

   "Maybe not outside," he said.  "But the other day you were parading
around topless, in those same panties (he had a good eye for lingerie). 
You know you can see in your window from the parking lot.  I think you are
probably aware of that."

   I couldn't hide my blush.  I started to protest but he cut me off, "I'm
not complaining.  Anything you want to show me, I'll most definitely look,"
he laughed.

   He was a good looking young guy, probably same age as me.  He had some
nice muscles, he wore one of those T-shirts that are purposely small so as
to show off those muscles.  He had a sexy stubble going.  His grin and the
way he was eyeing me made me feel my pussy almost squirt.  He had taken the
upper hand from me but that was part of the penalty I wanted for failing my
bondage task.  The rest was mostly up to him.

   "Look, I get it," he said, his eyes still full of my tits, which were
now even more exposed because I'd let the shirt fall open.  It was parted
by a couple inches, most of my tits were exposed, save maybe just from the
nipple to my sides.  "I get a lot of this," he said, smiling.  "Mostly from
older chicks, MILF types," he laughed.  "Most of the time from women who
should most definitely NOT be exposing themselves.  Certainly not the case
with you," he smirked.

   "Aw, that almost sounds complimentary," I teased.  He gave me a dopey
blank expression.  I wondered if he even knew what complimentary meant.  As
part of my self imposed penalty I had to admit something when or if he
brought it up.  He'd correctly outed me that I enjoyed showing myself off.
I had to admit it to him, out loud, for failing.

   "I do," I squeaked, surprised at how embarrassing it really was. 

   "You do, what?" he asked.  He never took his eyes off my nearly exposed
tits the whole time.

   "You got me," I admitted.  "I actually do like...you know...exposing
myself."

   "No shit," he grinned.  "I mean look at you, your shirt is barely on and
those panties don't hide a thing."

   I must've turned bright red, I could feel the heat in my face.  I was
"caught" like all those times I'd thought about.  I moved to the next phase
of my penalty. 

   "Normally I don't get caught like this," I admitted sheepishly.

   "I'll bet, girls like you love to tease but run to safety when they
can."

   "I'm not a tease," I said honestly.  "I just love the thought of
being...seen...  you know?  It's quite a turn on."

   "Well it's working, your body is smoking!" He said admiringly.

   It was time to pay the penalty.  "Would you like to see...more?" I
peeped.  "Would you like to see all of me?" I couldn't even look him in the
eyes, which were probably on fire.

   "Fuck yeah," he grunted.

   "Ok, but no touching, got it?" I said, not really committed to that rule
myself.

   "Ok, I promise," he said.  He was just happy he was going to see all of
it.

   I had him sit on the couch.  I closed the blinds.

   "Funny," he smirked.  "I thought you liked being seen."

   "I do," I said.

   "Then why not leave them?"

   He was right.  As part of my penalty I'd told myself to go along with
"most" suggestions.  This was one I knew I had to do, since he'd hinted at
it.

   Now, as I 've said before, from the corner of the parking lot you can
pretty much see into my living room.  However, with one or two cars parked
in front of the apartment, like there was now, with the pizza car and
another car, the rest of the lot was basically hidden from view.  On either
side of the sliding glass door there was a large, thorny bush which helped
shield it from the busy roadway I mentioned, and the rest of the parking
lot and other apartments.  There was, however, a sidewalk that went right
past my apartment.  Anyone that happened to walk past would have the whole
show.

   I lowered my head in shame.  "Would you prefer the blinds open, then?" I
asked, hoping he would say the right thing.

   "Yes," he said smugly.  "If you want to be seen, I think they should be
open. 

   I slowly took off the top, first, with my back to him.  When I turned I
had my tits covered by my arms.  Slowly, I let them fall to my sides which
gave him full viewing access.  My nipples were hardened into diamonds by
now.  He grunted his approval.  Then, still red faced with shame I slid my
panties down my legs and kicked them towards him.  He picked them up and
sniffed them, automatically. 

   "Nice," he grinned.

   I was now naked for him.  I did his bidding.  I opened the curtains,
completely naked.  If anyone was walking past they'd have seen everything,
the naked red haired slut with the big titties.  I turned to him and
blushed again, my hand was covering my shaved pussy.

   "Well, let me see it," he urged.  "you like showing yourself off, so
fucking do it," he said, more with desire than anger.

   I removed my hand, my bare pussy was visible.

   "God...damn..." he said with approval.

   I walked slowly back and forth.  I twirled for him, which he loved.  He
said he loved the way my tits moved when I did. 

   "Was this part of your fantasy?  Having to be totally naked for a
strange guy and have to show off like this?"

   Again, per my rules I had to admit it when he hit upon it.

   "Yesss," I sighed lustily.  "I just never expected to get caught, you
know.  I usually just do like I did before, I "let" someone see me in the
window then I masturbate about it later."

   "Nice," he murmured again.  "Let me see that ass again, it's
spectacular, by the way."

   "Thank you," I grinned, the heat still burning my face, but moving all
the way down to my pussy.  It was starting to ache from all this.

   I turned and bent over slightly, poking my ass towards him.  It wasn't
enough.

   "No, no, not like that," he said disapprovingly.  "BEND, all the way,
touch your toes."

   Again, I was bound to his rules now.  I did as asked.  I bent at the
waist and touched my toes.  My ass was now fully open and stretched for him
to see.

   "Fucking christ, I'd fuck that shit UP," he said, as if I wasn't even in
the room. 

   My pussy was getting soaked.  I was right about being caught, it was
much more fun.  I turned back around to face him.  His face was in a
lustfully tortured state. 

   "Fuck, you are sexy," he panted.  I could see his bulge trying to burst
its way out of his jeans. 

   I slowly danced in front of him, to only the music and beat in my head.
I lowered myself tantalizingly close to his face with my tits. 
Surprisingly he kept his hands to himself, as he'd promised.  Then I bent
over, my ass over his jeans and I ground into him slightly.  He just
groaned.  If he'd just taken me by the hips there and jammed himself into
me I wouldn't have fought it, even if that wasn't part of my penalty plan.
I was so horny.  Still, the plan was working perfectly.  I'd bound myself,
forced myself to do a task, if I was successful, I could do anything, or
nothing, depending on what I wished.  If I failed, this would most likely
be the result.  It would most likely end as I'd conjured up, like it was
about to.  Thinking about it later I found it comical that I'd really not
even planned for succeeding.  In other words, I had no idea what would've
or wouldn't have happened if i'd gotten loose and returned to my apartment
unscathed!  It just showed you my mind state and what I truly desire.

   I stood up.  I looked towards the glass doors.  There was no one there,
but I hesitated.

   "What?" he asked, his eyes wild with lust.

   "I was just wondering if I should...uh...  close those," I said,
motioning towards the blinds.  "For ...you know...this next part."

   He grinned mischievously at the mention of a "next part."

   I had to clear up what I meant.  THIS was part of the whole plan, it was
always going to end up this way.  Jessica would be proud.

   "Listen," I said softly.  "I appreciate you indulging my fantasy."

   He laughed, "it is NO problem at all!" He tapped the sofa as if he
wanted me to sit next to him.

   I shook my head.  "This is what's going to happen, or nothing is," I
said, gaining my strength back.  "You are going to sit there and let this
happen," I said, surprised at how lustful it sounded.  "I'm going
to...um...take care of you," I said, blushing again, I wondered how much
blood I was losing to my face.

   "Ok?" He asked.  He was asking for the details.

   "I'm going to get you off...you know...with my mouth," I stammered.

   "You are going to suck my cock," he corrected.

   Shamefully, I nodded.  "Yes, I'm going to suck your cock, that's it,
that's all that's going to happen, right?"

   "If you wish," he sighed.  "But I could do SO much with that pussy," he
said sadly.

   I thought, maybe another time.  This time I wanted this so much.  "So I
guess what I was asking was, should I close the curtains for this, or would
you like them open?" I asked, barely above a peep.  It really was up to
him, it was the price I was going to make myself pay.

   "Well, from my view, I don't see the harm if someone sees me getting
head from some sexy chick.  I suppose it would be much more embarrassing to
you, since you live here and all.  If you don't mind your neighbors
watching you naked, sucking off a pizza guy, why should I?"

   God, that sounded so dirty, yet it was about to happen.  I wanted him to
say it, he'd earned it, because of my self imposed punishment.  "TELL me,
open or closed," I sputtered shamefully.

   "Open," he grinned.  "You love being seen, then let them see you.  Maybe
this will open whole new doors for you."

   He was right, it would.  I knelt in front of him, he had his jeans
around his ankles in mere seconds.  His cock was fully enlarged when I took
it out.  It was a nice size and shape.  It wasn't the biggest, nor the
smallest, but at this time it was the perfect cock for me.  It was the one
I was meant to please.  I took him in my mouth and he groaned.  I first
bathed his cock with my tongue.  I licked up and down the shaft which made
it easier to blow him.  Then, I put my mouth over his soft head and sucked
him slowly, with short sucks, alternating with circling licks around the
base of the head.

   "God yes, god yes," he kept panting.

   I cupped his balls in one hand and stroked them slightly while his cock
was in my mouth.  Occasionally I'd drop down and suckle on his balls, which
seemed to please him greatly.  Like I've said, I've given plenty of head,
but I've almost never wanted to rush it.  I've given all but a few the very
best treatment I could give them.  He was no exception.  I had him groaning
and wriggling.  When I'd worked him up quite a bit then I started stroking
his shaft at the same time I was working my magic on the head of his cock.
He was starting to buck freely now.  His hand went to the top of my head,
as if urging me on.  I didn't resist, even though I didn't need the
encouragement, I totally dig sucking cock and this was no different.  I
loved the thought that, here I was, in my own apartment, totally fucking
naked, sucking some stranger's dick, possibly with voyeurs watching.  I
didn't even know his name yet.  When his hands dropped down to feel my tits
I didn't stop him, I adjusted so he could have access.  It only helped
enflame me when he pulled on my nipples.  Anyone could've seen, the cat
lady, the midnight worker guy, the many college guys who live there, ANY of
them might see me sucking cock.

   I was drenched at that thought that they would, and that somehow I'd end
up sucking THEM too, because they "caught" me and knew what I slut I really
was.  I was totally into it now.  He was bucking frantically, I'd gripped
his balls and his shaft tight a couple times to slow him down but now I was
letting him go.  I had him fully engulfed now.  I don't quite fully
deepthroat (yet, I'm learning), but I had as much of his cock in my as I
could and he was drilling it in and out of me. 

   Finally, he couldn't hold back, he started shooting it into me.  I've
learned from the many many times I've done it how to take cum, I'm an
expert at it.  I let it explode, spurt after spurt in my mouth as he went
over the edge.  "Fuck, he's coming buckets," I said to myself.  I swallowed
quite a bit, but I let a lot of it drip back down his shaft as I milked him
with my lips.  It's not that I was avoiding eating cum, it's like my
hallmark.  I think it's the most wonderful taste in the world, I don't get
how some women hate it.  So, as he slumped back into the couch in
exhaustion I bathed his cock again with my tongue, this time taking my time
licking up his cum which had formed little rivers on his tummy and around
his balls.  He especially liked me cleaning his balls.  Out of the corner
of my eye I thought I saw movement.  I looked out the glass doors and I
swear I saw the bushes moving but I couldn't see anyone.

   Then, as guys tend to do, he started getting antsy, as if I was going to
"trap" him into a relationship or something, guys are funny that way.  He
got up and quickly put his jeans back on.  I just sat on my knees and
watched him.  I was still licking his cum off my lips and chin.

   "That was fucking awesome," he admitted.  "You are right, you are NOT
just a tease," he said with a satisfied smile.  "If you ever order from us
again, which I hope to God you do, ask for Cam."

   It was embarrassing, sitting there naked on my carpet, cum drying on my
face, pussy soaked with juice, and only now finding out his name.  "Yes," I
thought.  "Being caught definitely beats not being caught."

   He left quickly.  I stood up and walked slowly and walked to the glass.
His car was on, the lights were shining on me, even though it was just
dusk. I waved to him, a completely naked cock sucking slut.  I let him see
it all.  I even pressed my tits lewdly into the glass.  He gave me the
hugest grin.  I'm betting it made his cock stir again.  I wondered what it
would feel like inside me.  Maybe someday.  I had a quick fantasy thought
that if he knew there was a spare key what would stop him from coming back
anytime and just taking me.  I knew it wouldn't happen, one, I'm not stupid
enough to put a key out there, that was only for the "game." Two, he knew I
had a boyfriend, I'd mentioned it.  Still, the thought of him taking me
just pushed my lust higher.

   I closed the blinds and collapsed on the couch.  My hand immediately
found my pussy, it was slick.  Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. 
Disgusted I raced to pick up my clothes and I threw them on quickly.  It
was "only" Jessica.  I let her in.

   "My my, don't you look a mess," she teased, seeing me all sweaty and
bothered.

   "No, no," I said.  "You just woke me up," I lied.

   "Oh, ok," she said, shrugging.  "So that WASN'T you naked, on the carpet
right here," she said pointing sternly, " sucking the cock of one of the
pizza guys from Dr Bobs pizza?"

   "Oh god," I blanched.  "You saw that?"

   She laughed.  "Only the end." She sighed.  "How is it you get nice cock
like that and the few I ever find are no bigger than my hand?" She asked
wistfully.

   "I can't believe you saw me," I said, embarrassed for what seemed like
the 100th time that day.

   "Um, hard not to when the blinds were totally open, which, no doubt you
had planned on, you little cocktease."

   I grinned, " well, you obviously saw I was no tease."

   "For sure," she smiled.  "So, did it...make you wet?  Was it as good as
we'd talked about?"

   "Fuck, better," I admitted.  She made me tell her the whole story.  She
was totally shocked and thrilled about the bondage part.

   "That is SO naughty, so dirty, I fucking love it!" She said.

   I told her about the penalties, how failing meant I had to first show
off for him in my panties and open top and that if he pressed it, which he
did, I'd have to admit my motives to him which would lead to more.  When it
did I told her my ultimate goal was to suck him off, the part about the
open blinds was added embarrassment, which I told her totally got me off.

   "Now, I don't want to be rude," I said, "but I'm so fucking horny now I
could fuck a doorknob."

   She laughed, "go ahead."

   "No I mean it, I was just touching myself when you knocked."

   "I figured, dear, you can smell that pussy out in the hallway."

   I turned red again.  I was wondering if one can blush too much.

   "I need to get off," I whined.

   "So do it," she urged.  "I'm not stopping you."

   "Um, really?  In front of you?"

   "Yes, in front of me, like you did in front of the window, you obviously
don't care who looks, why should you care if a friend sees you.  Don't
worry, I'm not into women," she laughed.  "But I'm also not blind, you are
hot, hotter than anyone should be, "why shouldn't I want to watch?"

   "Fuck," I hissed.  "I'd be so embarrassed."

   "And isn't that what you crave?"

   "Yesss," I admitted, my eyes now closed, my hand was teasing my pussy
lips.

   "Then do it," she barked. 

   I sat back on the couch and allowed my hands to caress my pussy lips.  I
didn't dare open my eyes.  I couldn't look my closest friend in the eyes
while I masturbated to sucking off a strange guy. 

   "Keep going," she urged.  When I started to open them she motioned for
me to close them again.  I heard her open the blinds again.  She wanted me
to risk being seen.  She knew me.  That thought ratcheted up my excitement.
I worked my pussy into a frenzy.  I could smell my own excitement, I knew
she could too.  Finally, I opened my eyes just enough to see her sitting at
the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on me, but totally out of view of the
glass doors.  This was my show.  She wanted me to be the only star.  I
exploded, thinking of it all, my bondage, my naked show for Cam, the
wonderful cocksucking.  I thought of Jessica watching that, then watching
me, and the possible show I was giving anyone who happened by.  Over and
over I came in waves like a tsunami.  Finally I laid back, spent.  I saw
her smile.  She walked over to the blinds and closed them.  "Show's over,"
she joked.

   "Did anyone see?" I asked with sudden concern. 

   "Hard to tell," Jessica admitted.  "Where I was sitting I couldn't see
out directly.  I DID see the shapes of several people walking past the
bushes though, on the sidewalk.  It's highly possible, though your lights
are off and it's dusk now.  I'd guess if someone actively LOOKED in, they'd
have seen you, if they didn't, probably not."

   The thought both thrilled and appalled me at the same time.

   "Don't worry, it's what you want," she said thoughtfully.  "If I can be
of any help with these games in the future, tell me.  You could always use
a safety net."

   She was right.  My games were getting bolder, only to increase in risk,
because of my desire for it.  I'd started to combine my favorite things,
sucking cock, exhibition, and bondage.  I realized what I'd thought for
awhile, that I was no long likely to be satisfied with just teasing, just
showing myself.  It was best when it was all together, the excitement was
like a volcano erupting.  I already couldn't wait for the next time.



   Victoria's Self Bondage Games Ch.  02

   Jessica said, "know what would've been cool?"

   "What?" I asked, sipping my coffee.  We were both in a coffee shop near
both our workplaces.

   "If there was a video of what you did with that last pizza guy."

   I nearly spit out my coffee.  "Oh my god, Jess, that's exactly what I
was thinking when I was wriggling around on the concrete floor trying to
get out of those damned ties.  I was thinking how it must look and at some
point during the episode I thought about how great it would be if you were
filming it.  For OUR viewing pleasure later."

   "Heh, great minds," she laughed.  "No, really though.  Think of how much
dumb porn there is out there.  That kind of thing would be pure gold to
people.  A real, sexy woman, doing real things.  We could make a fortune on
your lustful habits," she smiled.

   "I know, but porn?  Really?" I said dismissively.

   "THINK about it," she said strongly.  "You are doing this shit anyway.
You aren't showing off or sucking or even fucking someone that you weren't
going to anyway.  All we'd be doing is filming it and reaping the benefits.
For you, it's a win win, you get the kind of sex you want, AND we get money
off of it."

   "I wouldn't even know how to go about selling that kind of stuff."

   "It's easy, you set up a blog or site, you give some free samples to
some similar sites, they mention you, you build your own clientele.  It
happens all the time.  It can even be live streamed."

   "You're serious about this," I said in shock.  She certainly was taking
interest in my new habits.

   "I was just thinking about it," she admitted.  "I honestly can't think
of a downside.  Like the other day, when you did the thing with Cam, the
pizza guy, and you had the blinds completely open?  ANYONE could've seen
you.  How could this be any worse, really?  Then there's the money on top
of it.  Finally, there's the exhibition angle, you'd be showing yourself
off to tons of new people, that gets you off, right?"

   "Yeah, kind of, usually.  Not sure how much that would, though.  DOING
the stuff that's being filmed, sure, that'll make me hotter than a
firecracker."

   "That's my point, sweetie," she offered.  "You are still getting off the
exact same way, WITH the added benefits.  You can't say you are happy "just
getting by" on a part-time secretary's pay.  Didn't your dad say he was
done paying for college, too?"

   "Yeah, they are struggling.  I told him I could make it.  I have loans,
a scholarship and the job thing.  It IS tough, though."

   "Exactly, and here is an opportunity to get that hot, lusty pussy all it
wants, while getting your loans and your bills paid."

   "It DOES sound...intriguing," I admitted.  " You are right about one
thing, I'd be doing the stuff for free anyway."

   "I'll look into it," she grinned.  "My boyfriend knows all the internet
"tricks" he'll be happy to help.

   "Oh god," I said.  "Steve is going to know about this too?"

   "Someone has to set this up," she said.  "It's not like he hasn't seen
pretty much all of you already, your tits are out at every party," she
laughed.

   "But this...is sooo much different."

   "It is, but you have to trust somebody, might as well be someone you
know well."

   "We'll have to pay him," I added. 

   She nodded.  "I'm sure we can work something out," she grinned slyly.

   It all happened so quickly.  One day she brought up the idea, a week
later Steve has a site set up called, "Tori's carnal adventures." I HATE
the name Tori but he silenced me when he said, "do you want me to use your
REAL name?  I used Tori as in, Vic TORI a." I had to agree.  Jess took tons
of nude pictures of me to post.

   The next night, Jessica and I were talking.  I was lazing around my
apartment in just panties and bra.  She had come over, bringing lattes. 
She was fully dressed, having come from work. 

   "This won't do," she huffed as she saw my blinds closed.  "Keep them
open...for advertising," she chuckled.  She didn't allow me to go change.
In fact, after we were halfway through our lattes she said, "take off the
bra, let those tits out."

   I hesitated only a moment before removing the bra and handing it to her.
"I think we need to make a rule about no bras," she said thoughtfully. 
"I'm thinking we will invite more action that way.  We need to be ready at
a moment's notice."

   There was no doubt about that, when my tits are free they are most
certainly noticeable.  Then she turned the conversation to the website. 
"We've been up a couple days, a couple of random people have clicked on it
and they "liked" your pictures, but there's nothing on there to sell, yet."

   "I know, I just can't think of my next game yet and I'm SO fucking horny
about it, too."

   "You always are, dear," she said dryly.

   "I know, but not like THIS," I said.  "That last thing with Cam has got
me constantly hot and bothered.  That's what I call the naughty triad for
me, exhibition, bondage, and cock sucking."

   "You do love sucking cock.  Remember that party at the frat?"

   "How could I not?" I said with a knowing grin.

   "How many cocks did you suck that night, anyway?"

   "Just two!" I said, playfully slapping her arm.  "Well, then there was
the guy the next morning...," I added.

   "Yes, and the two other guys from that party you later dated and gave
head to, so it's more like five," she laughed.

   "Not at once!" I protested.  I stopped and lowered my eyes.  "I do think
about that fantasy a lot though," I admitted.

   "The blow bang thing?" She asked.

   "Yessss," I said in lustful thought. 

   "See, you are constantly horny now, which is why I think I have an idea
for the first addition to your site."

   "What?" I asked in surprise.

   "First, we have to break you of this shyness.  You are a porn star now.
You have to be ready however and whenever we can make it happen.  Second, I
know a lot of this may be repetitive to you but it won't be to the viewer,
and soon enough we'll be on to new things.

   "Ok?" I asked.

   "So how about filming a pizza dare episode tonight?" She asked.

   "I don't know, I did that one already," I said with hesitation.

   "Right, but people on our site will not have seen it yet, and, sorry to
disappoint you, but there's going to be a lot of repetition here.  Sex,
sex, sex, and more sex.  I don't really see the problem, you are horny,
willing, and I have a camera."

   "But what about my triad fantasies?  How can I include all that?"

   We talked at length about it, nothing seemed to click.  It just rehashed
what I did with Cam.  I couldn't think of a way to make it anything other
than trying to fight my way out of bondage before a certain time elapsed.
I'd read things about people freezing keys in ice cubes or putting wax
under flame, giving it a time frame.  But, I really had no idea how long
things took to melt. 

   Finally, Jessica said, "why does it have to be that?  Why can't you just
do the bondage and exhibition and wing the rest?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Who says you have to get out of bondage before someone sees you?" She
saw the questioning look in my eyes.  "What if your hands were tied behind
you, say you were topless, in panties and the guy opened the door to find
you like that?"

   "How is that a game, then?" I asked, honestly wanting to know the
answer.

   "The game would be, you'd have to convince him to let you out."

   "Wouldn't that be too easy?" I wondered.  "Wouldn't most guys just untie
me and that'd be it?"

   "Maybe, but maybe you underestimate what guys are capable of.  My
thought is this.  I've got some real nice handcuffs.  Unfortunately, Steve
doesn't like that "game" as much as we do.  So, I cuff your hands behind
you.  You are topless, like I said, we really have to get those tits out
more, they are easily your best selling point, at least at the start," she
said admiringly.

   "Then?"

   "Ok, so bear with me.  We call a place.  It doesn't have to be pizza,
but let's say it is.  He arrives, you obviously can't open the door, you
tell him to come in.  He sees you like that, helpless."

   "Oh god," I sighed at the thought.  A familiar twinge came from below.

   "Right, but there's two of your things right there, you are exposing
yourself to a complete stranger AND you are bound.  So here's the fun part,
I think.  You and I can make up a story, like your boyfriend cuffed you
like that and hid the key outside.  That way, it's believable why you
couldn't just go outside like that and get it yourself.  We'd do it in the
daytime, there's enough walkby traffic in front of your place that he'd be
able to tell that it wouldn't be realistic for you to get it.  We could say
that he hid it in your car.  No way would you be able to get that far and
back without being seen."

   "Wow, that's good," I admitted.

   "Right, so you ask him to get it and I film the whole thing."

   "But again, what if he just lets me out?"

   "He might.  But.  consider the atmosphere it is going to create.  That
body, that hot, rocking body out for him to see, a lot of stuff could
happen.  Wouldn't it be thrilling not really knowing if you'll get off easy
or not?" She then laughed at her unintended use of the words, "get off." 

   "Wow," I said again.  "That definitely might work, and it's within the
realm of possibility that he'd believe the setup.  But wait, why am I
calling a pizza guy instead of someone like you, a friend?"

   "Would you want your friends to know your kink?  Think about it, in some
ways it's actually less embarrassing that a stranger finds out, while at
the same time being more humiliating...do you understand what I'm trying to
say?"

   "So if he asks why I'm standing there cuffed, tits out, I say it's
because it's too embarrassing to call my friends because I don't want any
of them to see me like that?"

   "Exactly."

   "Nice," I hissed.  "You'll be filming the whole time?"

   "Yes, I'm going to set something up through your bookshelf in the den.
That way I get better footage, it can be completely dark in there and he
won't see me if he gets into the kitchen.  She was a master of cameras and
such, she worked at a store that sells mostly electronics.

   "So am I...supposed to do anything else?" There was hope in my voice.

   "If he offers any "solution" to the problem, then you have to say yes,
like if he negotiates a blowjob or something."

   "What if he wants more?" I asked, my pussy actually aching at the
thought.

   She laughed.  "You'll do what you need to do.  That's the beauty of it.
The scenario invites possibilities.  If nothing happens, no problem, I'll
still post the video of you doing the "pizza dare." They'll be getting to
see you bound and topless like that, offering yourself up to a stranger. 
At worst, it can one of the freebies we give other sites as advertisement."

   "And at best?" I wondered aloud.

   "You'll be getting your holy trinity or whatever you called it."

   "Triad," I laughed, "there's nothing holy about it."

   "Exactly," she laughed, "and that's what sells."

   An hour later she was set.  The camera was in the best position
possible, she put a remote microphone under the counter by the sliding
glass door.  The call was already made.  I was still topless.  She liked
keeping me like that around my place, again, with the blinds open.  I knew
that eventually, if it hadn't happened already, neighbors would be seeing
me frequently.

   She went to cuff my hands behind me, I resisted.

   "What now?" she whined.

   "I have to do it, it's not exactly self bondage if you do it," I
grinned. I had to laugh at the discussion earlier when she casually said
she owned handcuffs.  She had brought them with her, she had planned this
all along.  She stood in front of me with a smile.  Suddenly, she tweaked
my nipples hard and I squealed.

   "They look magnificent when they are hard, dear.  We want our fans
happy, don't we?"

   I nodded but I knew I was doing all this for me, not her, not the fans.
They were just going to be lucky bystanders for this show.  I waited for
the car to pull up, Jessica disappeared into the other room. 

   I turned to do the intro.  "Hi, I'm Tori the self bondage slut.  Today,
I was challenged to do a "delivery dare." The setup is this, I'm topless as
you can clearly see.  I've been cuffed," I said as I twirled around so my
wrists could be seen behind me.  "I'm challenged to let the guy come in,
with me just like this and see what happens.  Ready?  Good, so am I."

   Shortly after a car pulled up, it was Jimmy John's.  The guy had parked
down a few spots so his walk up didn't give him the view into my living
room that others had had.  He tapped on the sliding glass door, as
instructed on the phone.  When he looked up he saw me and his eyes shot
open.

   "Come in," I urged.

   He hesitated, seeing me like that.  I don't know if he saw the cuffs or
not.  I just smiled.  "It's ok, come on in, hurry though...for obvious
reasons."

   He slid open the door and stepped inside.  I was fully under his
suspicious gaze now.  He saw the cuffs somehow, in a brief moment when he
wasn't leering at my tits.  "Are you ok, what happened?" He asked with
concern.

   I tried to ease his trepidation.  "It's ok, it's just a silly game,
really," I said.  "My boyfriend likes to cuff me and make me spend hours
like this," I said, while trying to motion about me being topless, I
needn't bothered, his eyes were on them the whole time anyway.

   "Is he gone?" He asked, while his eyes darted around the room.

   "Yes," I laughed.  He's off watching a game or something.  "He likes to
leave the key ins spots and make me find it, or put it in places which are
hard to get to."

   "So when you find it you let yourself out, then what?"

   "Then I usually jump his cock when he gets home, it makes me very
excited," I admitted sheepishly.

   "Wow," he muttered.  "So what happened, why haven't you found it?"

   I was weaving the story in my head.  I was thinking of Jessica and the
website, what they might like. 

   "Because this time he didn't hide it.  I know where it is, I just
can't...you know...get it."

   "Why not?" His eyes were now roaming freely over my whole body.  I could
almost see his thought bubbles, and every one of them were dirty.

   "He told me where it was."

   "Where?  Why not just get it then?"

   "Um, because it's outside...there," I said while trying to motion
towards the parking lot.  "He said he put in on the driver's side floor of
my car, the white one.  You see all those people outside, I can't go out
there...like THIS."

   "I can see that," he laughed nervously.  His pants were tented in front
hilariously.  He kept adjusting himself.

   My heart was racing and my pussy was throbbing and slick.  I had no idea
how this was going to turn out.

   "So you want me to get the key?" He asked.

   "That would be nice, yes," I laughed, which caused my tits to bounce,
which he thoroughly enjoyed.

   I think we were all hoping for some more "negotiation" for the key, but
he bounded stupidly out the door and came back with the key, grinning.  He
got behind me and uncuffed me, but not before taking his time behind me to
take in all I had.  I was out, admittedly before I wanted to be.

   He said, "oh, by the way it's $10.98 for the food." 

   I went into the den where Jessica was to get my purse.  She just grinned
and shrugged and motioned me to continue.  I paid him, still topless.

   "Say," he said, "why did you call me, or us, why not just call a
friend?"

   "Would you want your friends to see you like this?" I asked.

   "I guess not," he grinned lustily, his cock was still hard in his pants.
He walked out, never knowing what he could've had, if he'd just asked for
it.

   I turned toward the camera.  "That's it for my first delivery dare, hope
you guys liked it and for you delivery guys out there, if you ever get a
call like this, don't be afraid to ask for what you want," I giggled. 
Jessica came in, smiling. 

   "See, that wasn't so bad, I think that'll totally work for a starter for
us, you are already getting a ton of hits on your nudes, this will really
start the ball rolling."

   "I know, but now I'm so fucking worked up," I complained.

   She looked at her watch.  "Well it IS still daylight.  Do you want to
try another?" She asked.  "The more content we have, the better," she
encouraged.

   "Well yes," I panted lustily.  "But no...maybe." I was so horny I was
shifting on my feet.

   "I'll take that as a yes," she grinned.  "Good girl.  Give me a minute."
She was scrolling through her phone.  "Here's one, perfect.  She called. 
She smiled at me, "this one is close, they said 20 minutes, tops.  She had
me cuff myself again, and again she twisted my nipples.  I was starting to
believe she was enjoying it.

   I heard hear tell me to begin the next intro.  "Hi, this is Tori again.
I just completed, "Tori's delivery dare 1, which some of you may have seen,
well, after they are posted, of course.  But if you watched the first one
where I met the delivery guy at the door, like this," I said, again showing
how I was cuffed and topless, in just panties.  "I'm not a quitter," I
continued.  "So yes, this is the same day, same situation, only about a
half hour later.  This is, Tori's delivery dare 2.  We'll see how this one
goes, hopefully it'll be good for all of us," I giggled.  Jessica had
mentioned how guys like the giggling, I couldn't help it, it was just from
nervousness.

   This time she had called Tropical Smoothie.  My eyes got big.  It was
right around the corner.  I went into that place on occasion.  "Too late to
worry about that now," I said as the guy tapped the window.  Again, it took
him just a second to look up and see me standing there as I was.  I told
him to come in.  He wasn't as hesitant as the first guy.  This guy was
young, thin.  He had dark hair.  He looked like a younger, less freaky
version of Johnny Depp.  He was grinning.  I gave him the whole, boyfriend
cuffed me spiel.  He just ogled me stupidly the whole time with a dopey
smirk.

   "I'm serious, could you get the key for me?" I begged in mock
frustration.  "I've been like this for two hours!"

   He had already done this before, or, he'd watched a lot of porn, because
he said, "why should I?"

   "Because you'd be being...you know...nice," I said, stomping my foot in
frustration.

   "Hey hey, I'm nice," he protested.  "I'm not the one cuffed and half
naked who called a stranger to help her out."

   "I told you why I called your place, it'd be too embarrassing..."

   "Yeah yeah, you don't want your friends to see you like that.  Honestly,
I don't buy it.  I'd MUCH rather have my friends see me than some dude I
don't know."

   "Well you're a guy, you don't have to worry about reputation and things
like that," I said, getting frustrated.  Jessica, on the other hand, had to
be eating this up.

   "Just be honest," he said.  "I think you did this to yourself, you are
probably lonely, horny..." he said, eyeing my response.

   "Nooo," I whined.  "I just want to get out."

   "Ok, I'll play the game," he chuckled.  "If I GET the key, then what?"

   "I'd be really grateful," I said, not wanting to have to be the one to
say it, but wanting it nonetheless.

   "How grateful?" He grinned lewdly.

   "I'd give you a nice big tip!" I offered, so totally not what he was
looking for.  I was serving it right back to him.

   He softened a bit.  "Ok, maybe I got you wrong, I'm sorry." I didn't
know if I was relieved or mad at this turn of events. 

   "I just thought, you know, how some of those porn sites go, that women
copy that and do these things on purpose."

   "Why would anyone do that?" I asked, already knowing a few different
answers.

   "Kicks, I guess, so that's not you?" He said softly.

   A minute ago he was eager, I didn't want to lose him this time.  "I
can't say it's not exciting, having you see me like this...I have to admit.
Do you like it?  Do you like what you see?"

   He laughed.  "You are so fucking hot it hurts," he admitted. 

   "Wow, that was...really nice," I gushed.  It wasn't the only thing
gushing.

   "Honestly.  Your tits are out of this world.  I love your sexy stomach
and your hips.  You are athletic, but you aren't all muscled up.  You are
tight, but your skin looks so soft...can I see your ass?"



   I turned around slowly and allowed him to see my panty clad ass.  "Ok,
so your ass is perfect too, jesus," he whistled.  "I can get the key now,"
he said as he left.  He returned a minute later.  He was grinning at me,
still ogling me, thinking his time was running out.  "I guess I was totally
wrong, your body is so fucking hot, so real.  If this was porn your tits
would be fake, your face would be all made up and you'd just look, worn,
you know?"

   "That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," I joked. 
"My tits are real, for sure, you like them?"

   "Out of this world," he sighed.

   "How can you tell if they are fake anyway?" I asked him.  I noticed he
was still holding the key and not offering to uncuff me yet. 

   "Usually the boob jobs porn actresses have are done poorly, they usually
have a big underscar, underneath."

   "Well I don't," I said with a smile. 

   "Hard to tell," he smiled back.  "Your boobs are so big they could cover
a scar easily," he said.  He was playing the game again.

   "You can check," I offered bashfully, turning away from his gaze.

   "Really?  Cool," he said.  His hands were instantly on my tits.  He
grazed his hands across my nipples and I sighed. 

   "Um, the scar would be underneath," I reminded him.

   "Oh yeah, sorry," he said, embarrassed.  He lifted my tits up softly. 
No scars.  "Niceeeee," he whispered.

   That was it, I was sucking this guy off at the very least.  Luckily he
made it easy with a gentle nudge from me.

   "So in those porn things," I said as if totally naive.  "What in the
world does the woman do in situations like this?"

   He still had the key in his hand with no movement to let me out, I knew
his mind was spinning with how to make it happen before he lost his chance.
"Do you really want to know?"

   "It's only fair," I reasoned.  "You accused me of being a porn star," I
teased.

   He backed away nervously.  "I said I was wrong, and those tits...good
god..."

   "I know, I'm teasing.  So what would they do?"

   I wanted him to talk about it, which would hopefully give him similar
ideas.

   "Well usually it's a totally fake situation like this appeared to be. 
An incredibly hot woman, topless and cuffed, calling some pizza or delivery
place and then making up some lie about why she was like that, usually
ending in a blowjob or something."

   I could see his eyes look up as if his mind was picturing the, "or
something."

   "Really?  That's wild," I smiled.  "The only porn I've seen is stuff
I've made with my boyfriend," I lied.

   "Can I see it?" He teased, before laughing.  "Just kidding."

   He started to raise the key.  It was time.  "Wait," I offered quickly.
He stopped.

   "Know what would be funny?" I asked shyly.

   "What?"

   "If some normal woman actually did that."

   "If you mean you, you are hardly fucking normal," he said, his eyes
still ablaze at my figure.

   "You know what," I finally said, "my boyfriend went over the top this
time, he's never left me in this situation, basically unable to get out
like this."

   "Yeah, he kind of made it impossible," he admitted.

   "Well you know what?  Screw him...well, not you, I'll be doing that
later, but fuck it, tell me what a porn actress would do right now," I
urged.  It was all up to him.  I could feel Jessica and the future viewers
sit forward in their seats.

   "Um, well she'd probably be on her knees by now," he said, his eyes
wild.

   "Like this?" I said as I carefully kneeled in front of him.

   "Oh god, really?  We're really doing this?" He asked as if he were
dreaming.

   "Don't worry, my boyfriend is a bit of a dick, plus we're more like fuck
buddies that boyfriend/girlfriend, he actually wouldn't care."

   "I know, but I mean, you don't HAVE to," he said, offering me one last
chance for escape.

   "You've been so nice about this, I WANT to," I said honestly.  My pussy
was boiling.  This was magic for me, it had "the" elements, exhibition,
bondage, and now..."

   He took his cock out.  He was standing in the doorway.  Like I've said
it's a sliding glass door for a back door, two panels.  He was standing in
front of one.  I was on my knees in front of him.  It was like we were in
the display window of a store.  It was nearing sundown, but there was
plenty of light.  The only saving grace here was that usually when it was
sunny at this time, from outside often you'd get the glare.  When it was
cloudy it was like being in an aquarium, with everything out in the open. I
was about to suck this guy off and if someone walked by, and a cloud passed
over...well, it was a free sex show.

   He offered me the key, I said, "no, make me, like this," I said, taking
his cock in my mouth.  I could only use my mouth so I did.  I gave him
everything my mouth could offer, I used my tongue, my lips, I even grazed
him carefully with my teeth.  I took him deep, I suckled his head, I licked
his balls, all while cuffed and kneeling submissively.  He was groaning and
he told me he was about to "blow."

   I removed my mouth from him only for a second.  "Then do it, baby, try
to blow my head off," I said before engulfing him again.  He shot it in me,
I just held my mouth on him, allowing him to semi fuck me at the pace he
needed to get the most out of him.  When he stepped back I reluctantly had
to let his cock go.

   "Damn," he moaned appreciatively.  "That was fucking awesome.  Wait, now
I'm not so sure you aren't a porn star," he joked.

   Little did he know the little camera was whirring at the time.  I
actually WAS a porn star now, though nothing like he was imagining.  He
needn't concern himself about it though, Jessica would blur his face out
later so we wouldn't be using his likeness without his permission.  I loved
the thought of that, that the guys would be blurred out, for their privacy,
but I'd be seen totally, in all my glory.

   He helped me stand.  He turned me around and uncuffed my hands.  "Thank
you SO much," he beamed.  "My god that was great."

   His hand was on my ass, slightly caressing my panties.  He was still
behind me.  I took his hand and I guided it under the panties.  "Take a
look, if you want," I purred, "you earned it."

   "Really?  Fucking awesome." His hand slid inside my panties and he
caressed my naked ass cheeks. 

   "No, LOOK," I urged.  He got the message.

   He pulled my panties down and they bunched at my ankles.  His hands
freely roamed on my ass and hips.  I leaned and bent over the table.  He
got behind me and grabbed my hips, his hands reached under to caress my
tits.  I was beside myself with lust at this point.  He ground into me, dry
humping against my ass.

   "God, I'd fuck this thing into tomorrow," he panted. 

   However, he was spent.  Much to my chagrin he hugged me, felt my ass one
last time, gave my pussy a quick, loving look and said goodbye.  I stood
there naked, in a pool of my own juices as Jessica burst out, after his car
pulled away.

   "Now THAT is what I'm talking about!" She said, giddy.  "That looked so
fucking awesome.  "I'll give both of these to Steve when I get home, they
should be up tonight.  I think these will sell, sell, sell," she said
excitedly.

   She saw my forlorn look.  "Aw, but you wanted more, didn't you?"

   I nodded.

   "Poor baby," she teased.  "You can always go out and get laid, a body
like that, you can probably take your pick."

   "Yeah, but after getting a taste of my kink, it wouldn't quite be the
same.  I do need SOMETHING, however, and soon."

   "We could always do a couple tomorrow.  Like Steve showed me, there's a
couple women out there that have a whole series of these dares.  One woman
he showed me has done like 9 of these, from what I've seen.  And, she
sucked all but one of them off, only one refused.  They are very easy to
do, we've done two already.  These are suprisingly quick and easy, kind of
like you now, dear," she crudely joked.

   "Thanks," I laughed.  I secretly wished she'd pressed for at least one
more, I don't know at what number I'd have stopped her.  I was primed for
it now.

   The next day Jessica was so giddy she could barely contain herself.  "Oh
my god, last night was incredible.  Those two videos were posted for like
two hours and we've already had hundreds of hits and more on them."

   "What does that mean?" I asked.

   "Every time someone clicks on your video, they get a short, 8 second
trailer of it.  If they like it they can download the video for $1.99 for
the short ones like last night, we'll charge more for longer ones."

   "Wow, I get $1.99 for doing all that," I teased sarcastically.

   "It adds up.  I think we sold almost 50 of them, just in the first two
hours.  And, no one really knows our site yet.  Steve has sent snippets of
your pictures and your videos to dozens of sites.  I'd expect that'll
really start it rolling.

   "So we made..." I started adding in my head.

   "99.50," Jess laughed.  "Good thing you have other skills, dear."

   "So split in two, that's almost 50 bucks for last night, right?"

   "Exactly.  Not bad for a start, and, you were doing the stuff anyway. 

   I suggested perhaps we could get a camera for my place, permanently
fixed, with a remote starter/control.

   She grinned at my eagerness.  "Let's make some money first, if it starts
flowing in, I'd be happy to get it and install it for you."

   "God, I'm so horny, so on edge lately.  I love what I've done, but I
haven't really "gotten off," other than mentally, due to the depravity of
it all."

   "Even with all the cock sucking?" She asked.

   "I LOVE cock sucking, you know that.  But, getting off usually includes
a good fucking, licking, you know, that kind of stuff," I said, my face
turning red.

   "Where has Jack been?" She wondered.

   "Again, he's distancing himself from the whole "boyfriend" thing,
currently we're back to just being fuck buddies...but now that I think of
it, we haven't fucked since all this stuff began.  You know what?  Other
than getting off on that cock I don't really miss him.  All this stuff has
got my head in a whole 'nother place."

   "You might need that cock for a bit, though," she offered.

   "Naw, I just need A cock, doesn't necessarily have to be his."

   "I'm sure that day is soon, the way it's going," she said. 

   I thought back to last night, the Jimmy Johns guy certainly could've had
it, had he been so bold.  One of these times someone would take advantage,
we both knew it.

   I asked Jessica if she'd planned on me doing anything this night.  I was
worked up, but kind of tired, but I wasn't reluctant.

   "Thinking about the blow bang thing again"?  She teased.

   I nodded shyly, it had entered my mind.

   "In time, dear, in time," she said like a parent scolding a child.  "How
many cocks do you think you could suck...like tonight, if pressed."

   "Tonight, I don't know," I admitted.  "I really don't know what it feels
like, tastes like...after so many, or if you even get...you know...full, at
a certain point."

   "Well I'm not the one that'll find that out," she laughed, "but I'll bet
you will.  But no, I didn't mean tonight, just in general, for the site. 
Like we talked about before, the more we can do in one day the more videos
we can post...more videos, more money."

   Jess had a very wicked idea she wanted to run by me. 

   "You want to what???" I asked, eyes wide.

   "I want to recreate the night with the pizza guy, Cam, the self bondage
thing."

   "How in the world do we do that?"

   "Easy," she smiled.  "Steve can fill in for Cam, he's a good actor, he
was in drama," she laughed.

   "But that's your boyfriend, wouldn't that be...weird?"

   "Not really, it's actually all he wanted as payment for the work he did.
Men, so easy.  Plus, he's seen you mostly naked in person, and certainly
has seen all you have to offer from your nudes on the site." 

   She saw the confused and questioning look on my face.  "He's heard me
tell the story to him, we actually kind of rehearsed it, based on what you
told me.  I think it'll work, believe me."

   And so it was.  She had me recreate the whole ordeal, binding myself,
locking myself out, struggling with the zip ties, giving up, cutting the
ties.  She was behind me with the camera the whole time.  She even filmed
me and "Cam" (Steve) looking for the key like we did.  She got good shots
completely down my opened shirt.  I recreated the way I got naked and
teased him.  Jess was right, he was spot on as Cam, I swear the
conversations went almost verbatim.  Finally, as she was filming I dropped
to my knees, ready to suck him, as I had before with Cam.  I looked back at
her hesitatingly.  She stopped filming.

   "Goddamn it Victoria, don't fucking stop, it was going so well.  Oh
well, I'll edit that out later, and don't look at the camera!"

   "But Jess...you know I...um, you know what happens now..."

   "Yes," she said coldly, "now...action."

   So I blew him.  I sucked off her boyfriend which constituted payment for
services rendered up to that point.  I stayed in character, including
waving goodbye at the glass door and pressing my tits into the glass
lewdly. He even drove away, completing the scene.

   "And...cut," Jessica called out.  "That was fucking perfect."

   I still had Steve's cum on my chin.  "But I just sucked your boyfriend
off.  Are we good?"

   "Not as good as HE is, I suppose," she laughed.  "Hey, it was a small
price to pay for such a good video, and, now the idiot put all that work in
for free," she laughed.

   "Well, free to YOU," I corrected as I lapped the rest of his cum off me.

   "Don't act like you aren't totally wet right now." I blushed, she was so
right.



   Victoria's Self Bondage Games Ch.  03

   I was at the point of frantic frustration by now.  I'd done so much cock
sucking and exhibiting lately but I'd yet to get off myself.  Jessica and I
agreed for me to slow down on the masturbation so I'd be edgy and "ripe"
for any filming we'd do.  By slowing down, Jessica meant stopping!  That
re-creation we'd done where I ended up sucking off her boyfriend, the
"actor" playing the part of the pizza guy only enflamed me more.  Jess knew
it.  She came over a couple days later.  I'd fought masturbating ever since
the episode with Steve.  I kept touching myself down there, but making
myself stop before I could really get going, It almost felt like I was
edging myself.  My hand was partially in my underwear when she arrived.

   She looked at me with a disgusted look on her face.  "You haven't been
touching yourself there, have you?" She asked sternly.

   I reassured her I hadn't, that I just couldn't help occasionally "graze"
myself down there but I admitted it only added fuel to the already raging
fire.

   "Well good, it's time for our next thing," she grinned.  I actually
loved how she took over and took care of things.  She'd already had me do
so much.  It was way more than I'd have made myself do, in quantity, for
sure.  I was still searching for the perfect measure of quality too.

   "Oh god, Jess, what is it?  Is it something today?" I asked excitedly.

   "Looks like someone is an eager slut," she laughed.

   "Stop, you already knew I was a slut a long time ago, and certainly
lately, you know how eager I am."

   "Sadly, no.  It's not until Saturday." She saw the disappointment in my
eyes.  "We can always do episodes of delivery dare, you know, as many as we
can fit in," she reminded me.

   "I know, I'm sorry.  Ok, what's saturday?" It was wednesday now.

   "Remember?  Denice's party?"

   "Oh yeah." Denice was one of the friends we used to hang out a lot with.
She was much closer to Jess.  She was having a bridal shower/picnic at the
local wooded county park.  "Are you going?" I asked.  We hadn't hung out in
a long while, however, and since it was kind of a bridal shower thing I
wasn't sure we were even invited.

   "We are BOTH going, I got you invited," she grinned.

   Then it dawned on me.  "Oh god, you have something planned for THAT?" I
said as my heart began to pound at the possibilities.

   "I do, lucky for you, and for our web viewers lucky enough to buy the
video," she grinned.  "Though, I'm not sure how that part will happen.  You
know your spiritual triangle thing?"

   "NAUGHTY TRIAD," I said, mocking frustration.

   "Right, that.  Well, you know how you and I have thought long and hard
about how to move your self bondage adventures outdoors?"

   "God yes.  Those stories on sex sites are so fucking hot.  I remember
one story where a woman parked her car a mile from her house, stripped
naked, cuffed her hands behind her.  Then she locked her keys and clothes
in her car.  She had to get her way home, performing tasks along the way.
There was a time limit, too, and the penalties she gave herself if she
failed, well, whewwww, they get me so wet thinking about it."

   "I know.  I remember you telling me that one.  Ok, this isn't that," she
laughed.  I pouted.  "But," she grinned, this might be close..." 

   "Well, what is it?" I nearly screamed in anticipation. 

   She just laughed.  "Not telling, at least not tonight, I want you to
think about it, wonder about it.  It'll help keep that edge."

   "My god, Jess, if I was any edgier I'd have to hump the coffee table," I
whined.

   "Good, keep that feeling.  You're going to need it."

   So, nothing tonight?" I asked, disappointed.  She shook her head and
hugged me goodbye. 

   "No, sorry, Steve and I have date night."

   "Are you going to, um, suck him off later?" I teased, reminding her of
when I did it for him.

   "Fuck no, I ain't putting that thing in my mouth now, after you got to
it.  Nope nope, he's not getting that for awhile now," she grinned.  "It's
HIS punishment for enjoying it so much."

   "So he enjoyed it?" I said, flattered. 

   "Are you kidding, I finally had to tell him to stop fucking talking
about it."

   "Oh, I'm sorry," I said.

   She laughed, "Don't be, it's all good.  By the way, that self bondage
re-creation you did with him is flying off the shelves, as they say.  Who
knows, you may be able to quit the whole "College" thing with this.  If you
are so horny at home, maybe I should work on setting you up a camera with a
remote, in case I can't be here.  Like I've said, the more videos we post,
the more money we get."

   I thought about setting up another delivery dare on my own but I
couldn't make myself do it, it was like I needed her straightforward
forcefulness now.  Plus I didn't really know what our new protocol was on
me having sex with someone on my own.  I laughed at that thought, that I
wasn't even sure what I was "allowed" to do.  I looked at the coffee table,
"I really COULD hump that thing to death," I sighed.  Instead I watched
Golden Girls and went to bed.

   It was weird, not masturbating, I couldn't remember the last time I
didn't do it almost daily.  I swear a breath of wind made me horny.  I saw
sexual innuendo in anything someone said.  I couldn't stop wondering what
Jess had planned, or if it would work out as she obviously thought it
might. It involved Denice's party, that's all I knew.  I had many fearful
thoughts that some of our circle of friends might be in on it, even if they
might not know it, currently.  Saturday couldn't come quick enough. 

   Jess called finally.  I hadn't seen nor talked to her since Wednesday.
She told me to wear my sexy orange sundress, sandals, "and that's it!" She
picked me up.  She whistled when she saw me.  The dress is short, over the
knee several inches.  It's tight enough on top to make my boobs push up
invitingly, which, at their size, is hardly necessary.  She hooked her
finger on the dress in the cleavage and pulled the dress out.  She was
checking for a bra.  She just grinned when she saw there wasn't one.  She
started to reach under my dress but I pulled it down playfully and held it
down, "nope, no panties either!"

   She just smiled.  "I'll trust you, this time.  But any time I want to
check, I'll check, ok?"

   "Ok," I peeped bashfully at the sterness of it.  Without her asking I
raised my dress up, revealing my bare pussy to her.  I didn't lower it
until she instructed me to do so.  She seemed pleased by that.  She was
preying on my submissive nature, I just never knew she could be so
dominant.

   We arrived at the park.  The group had rented out the whole picnic area.
We met everyone, chatted, relived old times.  Jessica even encouraged me to
drink a couple wines, no doubt to loosen me up for whatever it was she had
planned.  I was getting plenty of attention from the males.  They were
getting to see a lot of boobage and quite a bit of leg.  Some of the women
didn't seem so happy, however.  I was like chum in the water to sharks, the
men were circling me constantly.  I just saw Jess smile.  She motioned me
over.

   She said loudly, "It's ok, just go back and get them!" It was loud
enough for many around to hear. 

   I just looked at her questioningly.  "Just go along," she whispered. 
"I'll give you my key, it's not a problem, just hurry back!" She handed me
her car key and walked me towards the parking lot. 

   fter we got out of earshot she said softly.  "Are you horny?"

   "Painfully so.

   "It's time.  You know the paths here, we walk them all the time." I
nodded.  "You know how they have quarter mile markers?  Well at the first
one there's a rock, under it is a note, with your instructions.  Don't
worry, I bought you some time.  I'm telling them we forgot the bridal
gifts."

   "But I DID forget," I said, realizing I had for the first time.  I
hadn't even considered getting one, no doubt because my mind had been
elsewhere.

   "Again, that's why I'm glad you have other skills that are useful to us,
I took care of it.  The presents are in the backseat of the car, hopefully,
for your sake, if you make it back unscathed you can bring them back with
you," she grinned evilly.

   She shushed me when I started to ask questions.  She took out a marker,
"don't worry it's not permanent ink," she grinned.  She pulled my dress
down in the back, all the way to my waist, it freed my tits.  She wrote
something on the small of my back.  She stepped back to admire her
handiwork.  "You know what?  I had no idea how deliously obscene that looks
with your tits out like that.  I like it, leave it like that.  Now go," she
urged, "there's a certain time frame, but it isn't endless, GO!" 

   I shrugged and started walking down the path.  "You look absolutely
stunning, dear," she called from behind.  I could only wonder what she
wrote.  It didn't matter, the game was on.  I was about to walk down the
path, my dress bunched at the waist, tits out on full display.

   "Um, thanks?" I said, flustered.  It only took a couple minutes to reach
the first marker, the picnic area was already partway along that path. 
Sure enough there was a flat rock, under it a note.  I read it.  It was
titled, "Tori's outdoor self bondage game."

   "Hi hon.  You are at the first marker.  Congrats.  Now take off the
dress and put in in the bag I hid near the marker."

   I looked around and found the bag.  Reluctantly I removed the dress.  I
had on only sandals now.  I looked around, scanning the path in both
directions.  For now it was empty.  The path was part of a public county
park, however.  It was open to walkers and bike riders.  It was a nice
enough day, there'd be people on it for sure.  I wondered if she'd lost her
mind, then I realized it was me who must've.  She was safely back with the
group, fully clothed.  I was the one naked.  I continued reading.

   "Hide the bag back where you found it, it'd be a shame to lose such a
pretty dress, plus, you'll probably want something to wear in front of the
group later." (I could guess she was smiling the whole time she wrote
this). "Now, walk to the next marker for the next note."

   I started walking, briskly.  I tried running, but with sandals and
without a very supportive running bra, my tits bounce so violently they hit
my chin sometimes.  I opted for the fastest walk I could manage.  Luckily,
the path areas are wooded.  I spied something coming around the corner.  I
quickly ducked into the brush.  My tits got snagged by a branch, right on
the nipple, I almost yelped.  Luckily I didn't.  It was an older man
walking his dog.  His dog tried to get to me but fortunately the guy just
pulled on the leash disgustedly, thinking he was trying to smell another
spot of pee.  I sighed.  When he was out of sight I walked straight to the
next marker.  Another rock, another note.

   "Good, you made it!  Anyone see you?  Probably not or otherwise you'd be
getting patted down by a cop or you'd be on your knees negotiating with
someone by now.  {Those images had me wet, instantly}.  "Ok, here's the fun
part.  Remember your tricycle thing?  (I could almost hear her laughing),
TRIAD, yes, I got it.  Ok, you're naked, thats the exhibition.  Now comes
the bondage.  Look for the bag again (I found it, it had the cuffs in it).
"You know what to do," she wrote.  "There's a key along the route, you'll
just have to find it.  Keep walking, or running, down the path."

   I did, I fastened them behind me before wondering if she'd intended them
to be in front of me.  I remembered a conversation I'd had with her though,
where I told her I didn't even understand binding someone's hands in front
of them, you can pretty much still do anything you want.  I'd insisted the
"true" way to do it was hands behind, always.  I was sure she'd remembered
that.  I started back down the path.  This time I had to jump several times
into the bushes and into the trees.  One was a jogger, a young guy with his
shirt off.  Sweat glistening on his chest.  I sighed as I watched him go
past.  I imagined that chest sweating over me, as he ground himself into my
wetness.  The next time it was a bicyclist, I barely made it out of sight.
He rode by.  It was a middle aged guy wearing spandex.  Why old guys riding
15 miles an hour on a dirt path think they need spandex, I'll never know.
Still, I caught myself eyeing his muscular butt as he rode by.  I could
only sigh.  I wondered the whole time what I could possibly say to someone
if they caught me naked and bound like that.

   I reached the next marker.  I looked around frantically, there was no
rock, no note.  I didn't know what to do.  If I missed a clue I might be
fucked, maybe literally, I had no idea.  Plus, the path split ahead, there
was a longer loop and a shorter loop.  I reached the fork.  I had to
choose. I chose the shorter one.  I know she'd have loved the longer one,
for more torture, but the longer one was almost two miles itself all the
way around, back to the picnic area.  It'd take way more an hour, walking
at a brisk pace just to make it all the way around the long one.  I figured
she had to have built in time for some "ideas." I was right, when I reached
the next marker, there was another note.  I kicked the rock off of it with
my foot.  I took my foot out of my sandals.  With my toes I opened the
note, with a bit of difficulty.

   "Good for you!" She wrote.  "You picked the right path.  I'm betting you
locked your hands behind you, silly girl, am I right?" (she was right). 
"It's going to make reading the notes more difficult, but I know you are
into difficult, right dear?  Still haven't been seen?  Excellent, I guess,
even though I know how much you like being seen.  Still a bit shy about it
all still?  Surprising, thinking how much you've shown lately, and to so
many." 

   I blushed, even out here, away from everyone.  The note continued, "now
the real fun begins, now that you are well away from us and the group." (I
shuddered at the ominous tone).  "The next marker is near the group of
hummingbird nests, remember?" "Your next clue is on one of the posts."

   I hurried in that direction.  I wished I'd worn tennis shoes, I'd be
covering this distance faster, but I'm sure she knew that already.  She had
been the one to suggest sandals, I knew now that it was purposeful.  There
was good news and bad news.  This group of hummingbird nests were off the
path.  That was the good news.  The bad news was, they were out in the
open. They were in a little clearing.  There'd be no hiding there.  I slid
off the path at the proper spot, walked down the smaller path, worn from
past traffic.  I inched toward the opening in the woods.  I looked in the
clearing.  There was no one, thankfully. 

   There were six bird houses, all on long metal poles, the nests were high
up in the air, probably to avoid ground predators.  I didn't know which one
to search.  I searched one, there was nothing, no rock, no note.  I moved
on to the next one, again, nothing.  Third, again, nothing.  Now it was
going to be a risk.  The other three were across the field a ways.  The
problem was, it would bring me a long way from the path, across an open
clearing, to get back onto it.  You can't go through it the other way,
there's only a little bit of woods, then swamp area.  There was only one
way back.  Obviously that's why she chose one of these.  I checked the
fourth, nothing.  Finally, on the fifth one there was a note folded up and
taped to the pole.  There was short chain looped around the bottom of the
pole.  At its end there was padlock, currently unlocked.  I had to scrape
the note off with my fingers, without being able to see what I was doing. I
cursed my lust for loving my hands bound behind me.  I unfolded it with my
fingers before I dropped it on the ground and spread it out with my foot.
The key (cuffs?) fell on ground.  I dropped to my knees to read the note. 

   "My, you are good at this.  Perhaps I am making these things too easy,
you suppose?" (I supposed not!).  "You can get absolutely ANYTHING online
nowadays," she wrote.  "The lock on the end of the chain is a padlock, it
is called a, "multi function electronic timer lock." I didn't know things
like this existed before checking into it.  It could be the solution to a
lot of your fantasy problems in the future, dear.  " 

   "But for now, I want you to use the cuff key, unlock your cuffs, throw
the key out of reach, but so you can find it.  See how the padlock has a
timer, it's set on ten minutes.  Push start, then, cuff your wrists in
front of you, take the padlock and lock it to the cuffs between your
wrists. Don't worry!  They'll be behind you again at some point, if
everything works out." 

   Was she kidding?  Cuff myself to the chain, out in the freaking open? 
(She wasn't kidding). 

   The note ended with, "do it now." (I did).  "Now you have ten minutes of
wonderful torture.  The lock will open after ten minutes, take it with you,
we'll no doubt get much use of that in your fantasy games.  By the way, I
sent out four guys, two in each direction.  You had a fifteen minute head
start.  I hope you didn't get delayed too long!  Tee hee.  The deal is
this, they know you are out there, somewhere.  I told them you'd be
"vulnerable," they knew what that meant.  You know all of them, some to
varying degrees, but I'm guessing they've all seen your tits at some point
at parties and such, you DO love to out those babies.  If you happen to
make it out of this one, head down the shortcut, you know the one, you'll
end up at the exercise station with the pull up bar." I knew the one.

   The ten minutes went so slowly, I cringed each time I thought I heard a
twig snap or a sharp crackle.  I was on my knees, the chain was too short
to stand.  My ass was up, my tits were dangling.  The whole time my mind
was spinning, who was out there?  What did they know?  What if...they found
me?

   The lock suddenly snapped open.  I marvelled at that, apparently, they
make them for such a purpose, for handcuffs, cock cages and such.  We pervs
can be quite creative when we need to be.  I grabbed the lock, found the
handcuff key and did what I figured I was supposed to, I cuffed my hands
behind me again, clutching the padlock.  I rushed to the little known path.
Jess and I had found it when we got tired and wanted to shorten our walk.
It cut through the woods and back to a point on the shorter path, closer to
the picnic area.  It would still be a fifteen minute brisk walk, without
interruption, to get back to that area from where the shortcut took you.  I
headed down that tight, often overgrown path.  I was getting scratched by
some of the smaller branches.  Still, I knew it beat the alternative, being
on the main path with four guys searching for me.

   I reached the main path again.  I rushed to the marker.  Again, I had to
finagle the note off, it wasn't easy peeling the tape when I couldn't see!
When I got it I read the note.  "Wow, made it this far?  I'm sure the boys
will be disappointed, however, you are hardly home free.  Go to the pull up
bar, uncuff your hands again, yes, I know you put them behind you again,
girl, you are incorrigible." (I smiled).  "Then repeat what you did before,
there's chain hanging from the bar, set the lock to 5 minutes this time,
then lock your wrists to the chain with the padlock." 

   She was diabolical.  The pull up bars were off the path, you had to step
through a little opening with it's own path to get to them.  Along the
whole path system there are stations with different exercise things, pull
up bars, like this one, sit up stations, things like that.  I wasn't going
to be directly on the main path, but if a person were to want to exercise
here he'd see a naked, red haired chick, dangling from the pull up bar.  It
was true, I was basically dangling.  I'm fairly short, the bar is high.  I
often have to get my best jump to reach it when I'm out exercising.  This
time, the chain gave me a few inches, but I was still on my tippy toes when
I locked myself to it like that. 

   I was just a naked, hanging, helpless slut.  I praised the heavens when
the lock opened and I slumped down.  My arms had been getting tingles from
the lack of blood flow.  There was no further instruction.  I figured the
only way was back, anyway.  There was just one marker left before the group
area.  I hustled along the path.  I was surprised again, but it was one
lonely jogger, this time a woman.  I hid, but as I did I wonder what
someone like that would do if she'd run by five minutes earlier and spotted
me hanging from the bar?  I didn't have time to wonder.  I rushed back down
the path.  This time the marker had another rock, I kicked it off the note.



   "Hi dearie, goodness you are so far along.  Just one more thing and you
are free.  Go to the bathrooms (there was a rustic outhouse along the
path). Go into the men's, leave the door unlocked.  Just ten more minutes
and you are free to run to safety.  Set the time to five, lock yourself to
the plumbing and wait.  If you make it, your dress is in bag by the
windmill " I knew the spot, it was in a grove of newly planted trees, but
thankfully just around the corner from the heavily trafficked picnic
area. 

   I locked myself up and waited, the smell was horrible.  I looked down
and saw some marks and scratches, they were like badges of honor.  My skin
was starting to redden.  Being red haired and milky skinned leaves me
vulnerable to the sun.  I was just beginning to burn.  Thankfully, no man
came to open the door, which they could've, being unlocked.  I was on my
own now.  I unlocked the cuffs but let them hang from one wrist, no need to
lose those wonderful things.  In one hand I clutched the padlock, I knew
this would be SO useful in the future.  I hustled back. 

   I made it to the grove of trees.  I searched the area, there was no bag!
"What the fuck, Jessica?!" I cursed under my breath.  I was still naked. 
There was NO way I could make it past the picnic area to the cars without
being seen.  Denice's party must've had 40 people milling around.  There
was no way I could go BACK, either, there were four men out there looking
to find me, "vulnerable." I debated in my head what I should do, or more
truthfully, what I wanted to do.  I wondered what Jessica wanted, too.  Why
did she she leave me like this?  It was so unlike her.  I did what I
thought I had to, I headed back up the path.  It was the only way.  Somehow
I had to avoid, "them." At least my hands were free.  I ducked back into
the brush to avoid another walker.  It was a kindly looking old lady this
time, totally clueless that a panting naked slut was no more than ten feet
away from her.  When she passed I pressed on.  I made it back to the
outhouses.  I was sneaking by when my heart got stopped by a deep voice.

   "Looking for this?" 

   I spun around.  Steve was standing next to Bill.  He wasn't in our close
circle of friends, but Jess was right, he'd seen me topless in the hottub
before.  Steve was holding the bag with my dress in it.  He pulled me by my
elbow behind the outhouse, temporarily out of sight of the path.

   "Steve, what the fuck?" I sputtered.

   He grinned, "Jess is smart, I'll give her that.  She had a good plan,
but all plans can be circumvented," he chuckled, pleased with himself.

   "Seriously dude, what the fuck, this wasn't her plan, was it?"

   "Up to now it all was, yes.  I figured it out though.  Why chase from
behind when you know the destination?" He saw my exasperated look.  Bill
was getting two eyefuls the whole time.  "See, she sent us out, the
opposite way you went.  I saw when you left, I knew what part of the path
you started on.  When Jess told us about you, out here, "vulnerable," well
you know that I of all people know what that means." 

   I was blushing and sweating profusely now, the cool late afternoon air
did little to help.

   So Todd and Tyler went up the path the other way, the same direction as
you," he said.  "To me, that meant that at the time, you must've been in
the middle, I guess the birdhouses, right?"

   He was good.  I nodded.

   "So, I figured what am I doing, what's her end game?  I'm no fool.  Jess
figured the four of us would meet at about the middle of the path
ourselves, that meant that she must've allowed you to go a different way.
Yes, I know the shortcut too.  I used to run these paths in cross country.
She meant for both of us to pass each other with you already past us, again
with a lead.  So Bill and I doubled back and waited near the grove.  That's
when I found this bag.  Silly Jess, she used a Kohl's bag.  I know she
loves that place, I wouldn't have looked twice at any other.  Sure enough,
it was the dress you were wearing when you came here.  That meant...wait
for it...you were out there naked.  I also guessed about the bondage, I
mean you have a website about it, for god's sakes."

   My shoulders were slumped, I was nervous.  There was something menacing
about this, it wasn't the "fun" feeling like when I'd sucked him off
before.

   "So what's going to happen?" I asked with an embarrassed peep.

   "First, we're going to take a little walk down the path," he grinned as
he cuffed my hands behind me.  "I know you love this shit, you little
minx." He shoved me forward.  I had to walk in front of the two of them. 
The whole time they were lewdly talking about how great my ass looked and
kept saying, "oh it'll be free, all right," and chuckling to themselves.  I
have to admit, I was hornier than a rabbit at the time, the denial of
masturbation, all the exhibiting and cocksucking I'd done, it was all
pushing me to this peak.  I wasn't sure this was what I'd had in mind,
however. 

   We'd backtracked to the push up bar area.  I figured it was because it
was a little off the path.  Steve led me to it.  He saw the chain hanging
from the bar, he smirked, "I figured." He made me show him how I'd done it.
He marvelled at the padlock with the timer.  "Jess, she can come up with
some good shit, sometimes," he grinned.  He made me repeat the performance,
by locking my wrists above me.  This time he didn't bother setting the
timer, you could basically set it at one minute with a couple quick clicks,
but no less.  That meant, if we were caught, they could race away, but I'd
be stuck there for a minute.

   Bill hadn't said a word but his eyes spoke volumes.  He'd ogled me
before in the hottub too, I knew what he wanted then, and what he wanted
now.  Steve motioned for Bill to walk back the path a bit and block it, he
was going to be the "lookout."

   "Don't worry," he hissed as he pulled down his pants, "the only guys i'm
worried about are Todd and Tyler, they should be here soon, if they didn't
double back."

   "Steve, are you supposed to be doing this?" I asked as he rubbed his
cock on my slick pussy lips.  I was on my toes, so he just lifted one of my
legs for easier access.  "Hell no I'm not," he spat.  "But you aren't
telling Jess about this either, got it?"

   "Why not?" I asked as he started to slide it into me.

   "Because you totally fucking want this kind of stuff.  Plus, it'll fuck
up our friendship, your friendship with Jess, and I could totally fucking
RUIN that website.  She has no idea how to run it, I could infect it, and
people would avoid it like the plague.  Just consider this part of my
salary, " he said, panting now, as he was fully inside me now.  I could
only gasp.

   "Yeah, don't tell me you don't dig this shit, you wanted to be caught
anyway, didn't you.  Jess tells me that all the time, you fucking WANT guys
to catch you doing shit like this," he said as worked a rhythm into me. 
He'd pulled both my legs around his waist.  He was basically swinging me on
and off his cock.

   I was panting too, god I'd wanted to be fucked for SO long, but like
this?  Why was my pussy so wet then?

   "But what are you...um...we going to tell her when we get back, it's
going to be past the time she figured."

   "Jesus, do you ever shut up?" He said cruelly, but probably playfully. I
knew he liked me, I just never knew how hot he was for fucking me.  "I got
this.  Trust me," he said as he pumped in and out of me.  My pussy was on
fire from all the build up, I couldn't help it, I was bucking into him the
best I could.

   "Yeah, I knew you liked this shit.  Jess told me how you've been
denying...yourself...uh...I knew a horny slut like you would be aching for
it," he panted.

   "I am," I admitted, my own breath uneven.  He DID know how to fuck. 
"But why like this?" I asked, even as the dull throb from my long aching
pussy turned sharp, and focused.  My clit must've been as hard as a pebble.
I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.  I
couldn't see Bill, the path was out of my peripheral vision but I knew he
was watching.

   "Because I want to fuck you, and you want to be fucked," he said
tersely. "It's Jess, don't you see?" He panted.  "She knew what could
happen if we found you.  I just made sure it happened to ME," he grinned.
His face was contorting with each thrust.  I knew he was close to release.
It was too far along.  I urged him on.

   "Then DO it, fucker!  Fuck me!  Cum in my pussy like you've wanted to
for so long!"

   "Uh, god, yes, I've wanted to.  Your body is practically evil it's so
fucking hot," he panted.

   "Then cum in me, like you've always wanted to."

   "Unh...unh...unh...you won't tell...Jess...will you?"

   "Not a word, cum in me!"

   He did, he exploded, he held my pussy all the way down on his cock and
he shuddered to a mind blowing orgasm.  I was practically there too, he'd
filled me so good.  He pulled back and slipped out of me, I was reluctant
to let it go.  I swung towards him to keep it in me as long as I could. 
Steve reached up and set the timer on the lock for a minute.  "Your turn,"
he called out.

   I forgot about Bill.  I saw out of the corner of my eye.  He came up
behind me and cupped my big tits in his hands.  "God, Victoria, I've wanted
to touch these for so fucking long.  They are so fucking nice they almost
don't seem real." Suddenly the lock popped open.  My hands fell to my
sides. They were really aching now, first from before, but then with Steve,
I basically was holding myself up on him with my arms.

   "You guys better hurry," Steve urged, eyeing the path.

   I stood up, shook some blood into my arms again.  "How do you want me?"
I asked.  I was resigned to it, I might as well enjoy it, and who is
kidding who?  I DO love this shit, I can't help it.  I just worried about
the dishonesty.  I wondered about Jess, if she was worried.

   I bent over at the waist when he didn't respond.  My ass up invitingly
for him.  "See, I told you she's into this shit.  Bill here was worried
it'd be like, against your will or something.  It isn't , right, tell him."

   "No Bill," I sighed.  "I agreed to doing this, I knew there was a chance
I'd have to pay the consequences, and I guess these are the consequences.
Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"

   He did, he got turned on by my dirty talk , he grabbed my hips and he
drove his pecker right into me.  It was small.  I didn't want to laugh. 
Steve could see my face though and he gave me a knowing wink and a shrug.
Plus, the fucker lasted like three minutes, even with stopping a few times
not to pop too soon.  It was too much for him.  For a small dick, he did
have a lot of cum, but I know most of Steve's was in there, too.  Just as
he was pulling out Steve yelled at us to get down.  We all dove into the
bushes.  I again felt myself get several more scratches since I was the
only naked one.  Soon, he told us we could get up.

   "Yep, Todd and Tyler," Steve nodded.  I shuddered to think if they had
checked the pull up area.

   "Ok, we gotta go, we're going to run, literally, back the other way. 
You go the way Todd and Tyler went, they are headed back anyway.  Just stay
behind them.  He handed me my dress, "you earned it," he smiled lewdlly.

   I followed not too closely behind Todd and Tyler, I kept out of sight
until I finally saw them reach the group.  I waited a few minutes, then I
walked up to Jess.  "You bitch," I hissed.

   Everyone welcomed me back.  "Did you get the presents?" Jess asked as if
disgusted.  "Fuck, I left them in the car." 

   Jess gestured as if I was an absent minded bimbo, which she knew I
wasn't.  I headed for the car.  She followed behind.  I was taking the
presents out of the car when she got to me.

   "Jesus," she said, looking me up and down.  "You look worn," she
laughed. "Plus, I see you have some scratches, but at least the dress
covers most of them up."

   "Yes, I had to dive into the bushes a few times, no thanks to you," I
said playfully.

   "I wonder who else noticed, you certainly weren't like that when you
arrived.  Plus, you came from the other direction on the way back there, I
got this," she said, which reminded me of how Steve had said it a few
minutes earlier.  "You obviously got lost, got on the path, passed the
picnic area, and walked all the way round, decided to take the shortcut
which, as we know is overgrown, and voila, there's your explanation."

   "Got it," I said softly.  I was exhausted.  She probably assumed it was
from all the walking, running, and hiding.

   We were walking back to the group with the presents and she whispered to
me, "you should've seen the disappointed looks on the faces of Todd and
Tyler when they walked in just ahead of you.  Good girl, staying out of
their sight and following them like that.  Steve and Bill haven't come back
yet.  Knowing Steve, he probably doubled back, hoping to catch you doing
the same.  He thinks he's so smart," she said derisively.  She looked at me
strangely when she said it.  I just nodded.

   The rest of the picnic was uneventful, except for me when Bill and Steve
joined the group again.  Both of them kept coming up to me and sly winking
at me.  Steve occasionally whispered things like, "is our cum still
dripping out of you, slut?"

   Jess finally drove me home, I was ready for bed.  I was exhausted, yet
not so strangely satisfied, it was my first good fucking in quite awhile.
Yes, I'm only counting the one, Bill's wasn't enough to even consider as a
fucking.  I crashed face down on the couch.  Jess came behind me and kissed
my hair softly.  "You are amazing, you know that, Victoria?  Totally
fucking, mind blowingly...amazing."

   I fought get up, my arms felt like I'd lifted a ton of weights.  "Jess,
I have to tell you something."

   "You are tired.  Tell me tomorrow, sleep!"

   "No it has to be now.  Steve...um...well...he fucked me."

   "What????  Did he?  How the fuck did that happen?"

   I explained the whole ordeal from when she left me.  She looked irked. I
wondered if I'd lost her as a friend, even though I really had little
choice in the matter.  She heard the whole story, sitting quietly, taking
it all in.  When I finished she stood up.

   "Are we good?" I asked fearfully. 

   "You just fucked my boyfriend, for god sakes," she hissed.

   "I know, I'm sorry, if I had a choice in the matter..."

   "You had a choice!  You always have a fucking choice!" said harshly. 
"Everything you do, everything you've done you've had a choice.  "Should I
show this guy my tits?  Should I suck this guy off?  Should I let my friend
film me doing debasing things and put it on a website?  You ALWAYS have a
choice, you just always make the wrong one!"

   I started to sob.  She was my best friend.  She took my chin in her
hand, I wondered if she was going to slap me.  I was going to let her, if
it would make her feel better.

   "You stupid little slut," she said softly.  "You stupid, crazy fucking
slut."

   "Stop," I cried.

   "No!  You stupid, crazy, daring, amazing, wonderful , sweet...gullible
slut!"

   "What?" I said through tears.

   Her face quickly softened.  "What, you don't think I know my own
boyfriend?  Jesus, girl.  Of course I knew he fucked you.  He thinks he's
so fucking smart.  I gave him all the clues.  I knew he knew the paths like
the back of his hand, hell, that padlock gave him plenty enough time to
find you.  I knew he'd beat Todd and Tyler, too, they've never been here.
But if they had, I guess it would've worked out just the same for you," she
laughed.  "I just figured I'd give him the best chance, since he already
knows about you and your kinks."

   "But, does that mean you aren't mad?"

   "Fuck no, not at you at least.  I'll make Steve pay for this, in some
ways, for a time, don't know how long.  I knew he'd try to fuck you.  Do
you know my instructions to him were to make sure no one fucks you without
your consent?  I even told Steve that if HE catches you, that he could only
have a blowjob, the others, whatever they worked out with you."

   "How did you know he'd figure your clues out and fuck me anyway, against
your wishes?"

   "Men are men, girlie.  He's wanted you for so long, do you think I
couldn't tell?  He's useful to have around though, that man works magic
with his tongue," she giggled.

   "His cock works too," I said, smiling.

   "Well, you needed a good fucking, out of the four of them, I was hoping
Steve at least could give you what you needed."

   "He did," I sighed.  "God I needed to be fucked like that."

   She just laughed when I told her about Bill's pencil dick and three
minute ride.

   "He told me not to tell you, aren't you mad about that?" I wondered. 
"Plus, he threatened me, like he was going to damage the website purposely
if I told."

   "Of course I'm mad that he lied to me, hell, if he'd just said, "no
Jess, if I find her I'm fucking her too, as continued payment for working
on the website," I'd have admired his nerve.  But no, he chose the lying
path.  We need him, for now.  We haven't been very close for some time now.
The break up is ahead, I just don't know when.  But not right now.  So, for
now, let's act like you didn't tell me.  He'll see that as a green light
for more action with you.  Just tell me when he does."

   "You know I will, I'm not lying to you, ever."

   "I know sweetie, that was a brave thing you did earlier.  We love each
other, I'd have done the same."

   "Don't worry, I'll say no next time."

   "You don't have to, just let me know what he's up to, I like to stay a
step ahead of him."

   "I don't want to be fucking him again, knowing he thinks its behind your
back.  I'd feel like I'm conspiring against you."

   "But you aren't, sheesh, you are an "actress" now, ACT like it, play the
part.  You and I know better, we'll both know everything."

   "But I'd feel badly about fucking him."

   "Liar," she teased.  "Did it feel bad earlier?"

   "Well no," I grinned. 

   "Exactly, sometimes you are just going to need cock, and his might come
in handy.  But I'll let you sleep, you look exhausted.  Can I get you
anything?"

   I fell back into the couch, face down. 

   "Just the aloe vera in the bathroom cabinet, for these scrapes.  Also, I
feel like I got sunburned too, my skin is so hot.  I don't think I'm going
to make it off this couch."

   "You're right, you are getting red.  I'll make a note next time to apply
sunscreen first.  Be right back." She returned, bottle in hand.  I started
to reach for it, she stopped me.  "It's the least I can do."

   She surpised me.  She pulled my dress over my hips, and up my back,
until finally she forced me to shrug it off, over my head.  I was lying
nude, face down for her.  She began to rub the lotion into my scraped and
burned skin.  It felt so good.  She started at my feet, worked up my legs,
between them, parting them slightly as she worked the inner thighs.  Then
she squirted more on my butt and massaged it in there, too.  When she
reached my back I winced when the cool lotion hit some of the scratches.  I
sighed when I felt the cool penetration of the lotion.  She made me turn
over.  My eyes were closed.  Again, she started at my feet and worked
upward. 

   "Jesus, Victoria, did you hump a thornbush while you were out there?"

   I started to answer, but she shushed me.  "Shhh my little butterfly, my
sexy, slutty little butterfly," she chuckled.  "Ok, now I know why guys dig
this so much, your body is fucking amazing.  How the hell can everything be
so big, in all the right places, so small in others, so tight, yet so soft
at the same time.  You are like a fucking unicorn, something magical."

   I'd never heard her speak so glowingly about me, or any other woman. 
"Don't worry, you aren't "turning" me," she laughed, as if she knew what I
was thinking, which she did.  "I'm just not fucking blind, you are hot as
the sun. 

   She rubbed the cream beneath my inner thighs again, I parted them again
for her, allowing access.  I nearly gasped when the back of her hand grazed
my pussy lips.  But, she just passed by and worked the lotion into my
stomach, then, my tits.  She took her time on my tits.  To be fair there
were many scratches there.  She rubbed and kneaded them like a kitten on a
scratching post. 

   "Does that hurt?" she asked with a wince, pointing out a particular
scratch right on the nipple.

   "I hadn't noticed but yeah, I'll bet it'll especially hurt tomorrow,
when I try to wear a bra or shirt."

   "Yeah, I'll bet...then again, you don't work or have school tomorrow,
just go topless.  It's how we want you anyway," she grinned.

   "Ok," I squeaked.  All this "attention" was making my pussy hum.

   She left my tits and worked under my chin and the back of my neck.  Then
she lovingly rubbed some on the hot skin of my face.  Finally, she was
done.

   "Is that better?"

   "God yes, thank you!"

   "When you wake up take a shower, for god sakes," she laughed.  "You
smell like sweaty sex." She motioned towards my pussy.

   "Blame Steve for that," I said softly, now barely able to keep my eyes
open.

   "Oh, I will, believe me, I will."

   I remembered something.  "You know what?" I said softly with regret.

   "What?"

   "This whole episode wasn't videotaped, none of it.  Did you forget?"

   "No, I didnt forget, baby.  I just wanted you to get what you needed.  I
have plans for that.  We're going to re-create it, like we did with Steve
and the pizza.  It'll be much safer that way, we can pick a time where the
park is empty.  So did you get your holy triumverate..."

   "Naughty..."

   "Yes I know, Naughty triad.  You got it, right?  Exhibition, bondage,
and, oh fuck, the cocksucking!"

   I blushed, "don't worry, in this case the fucking outweighed the
cocksucking.  And I've done plenty of it, anyways."

   "And will continue to do so, right?  This didn't quench your desire for
it, or ruin it in any way did it?"

   "Fuck no," I groaned, "now you are going to make me ACHE for it."

   "Ok good, but remember we can stop at any time, you just say the word."

   "I would, but I'm not, not sure when I'd ever want to stop."

   "Ok, now go to sleep and heal.  We'll take a week off of the website
thing, longer if you want."

   "Don't make it too long," I said drowsily.  "I don't want anyone to
forget me."

   "Oh, I don't think that's possible, dear.  Good night.  You never asked
what's written on your back."

   "Oh, I forgot, what's it say?"

   "Free fuck," she grinned.  "Now obviously I was confident it was going
to be one of our boys, but if someone else had come upon you..." She left
with that thought.

   That thought woke me up again.  I got wet all over again, it was going
to be tough sleeping, again.



   Victoria's Self Bondage Games Ch.  04

   Jessica game me a couple of days "off" to recover from the park bondage
game.  I had some scratches to heal.  I also needed to deal with the fact
that her boyfriend had fucked me.  Lastly, I'm sure she knew a couple days
off from thinking about sex all the time would help me recharge my
batteries.  That part didn't work, sex was on my mind constantly.  I keep
hearing that women's sexual peaks are in their mid 30's.  I can't imagine
it being even greater than what state I was in now.

   She came over on a Friday night.  She let herself in.  She saw me on the
couch.  "I see the neighbors must be aware of some of your activities," she
chuckled.

   "Oh god, why do you say that?"

   "You know those young guys, probably your age, with the apartments right
across from each other?"

   "Yeah?"

   "They used to hang out all the time in the front, on their porches.  Now
I see they've set up lawnchairs in back."

   "That might not be because of me," I protested.

   "True, but I've NEVER seen them back here, there's only a view of the
parking lot there...and...you of course.  So which should I assume they've
been watching?"

   She saw my eyes, wide.  "It's not a bad thing, babe.  I was just
pointing it out.  It was kind of our aim, anyway.  I've been thinking..."

   "Oh god," I moaned.  "I know where your ideas lead."

   "Just following your example, dear," she laughed.

   "So what have you been thinking?" I asked excitedly.  Honestly, I
couldn't wait for the next thing, whatever it was.

   "Well those boys out there made me think of something.  Think of what
you've done, since the bondage thing with Cam.  You've got him, the first
pizza dare guy who left without getting any.  Then, there's the second dare
where you sucked the guy off...what was his name?"

   "Oh god, I have no idea," I admitted shamefully.

   "We'll call him "guy three," then, for clarification," she laughed,
enjoying my embarrassment at having sucked someone without even knowing
their name.  "Then there Steve, of course, and Bill.  Finally, there's Todd
and Tyler."

   "I didn't do anything with them!" I reminded her.

   "I didn't say you did.  Oh, plus the new voyeur neighbors."

   "Ok, they are all guys, yes," I said questioningly.  I didn't know where
she was going with all this.

   "What I'm saying is, there are already a lot of guys out there who want
a crack OR another crack at you.  We need to make that happen, we've had
some requests for it on the site."

   She was making me wet.  I couldn't help it, when we talked about sex, I
knew it was always going to lead to something awesome.

   "They all want you.  Oh, and by the way, we are getting flooded with
those suggestions on the website.  They mostly want more of the delivery
dare but quite a few really want to see you get fucked."

   "Mmm, that sounds so good, I want to see that, too," I giggled.  "I
really want to suck some more cock, though, and soon.  I really have a
taste for it."

   "I know, I know you," she smiled.  "Hey, that was my other thought.  The
blow bang thing."

   I grinned and air quoted, "the blow bang thing."

   "I'm serious.  I know that's a killer fantasy for you, but it's still
kind of vague, in my head.  Hard to figure out the reality without more
information."

   "Well, obviously I want to suck more than one cock."

   "That's not quite what I mean," she said, more seriously.  "If you want
this, and I can make it happen, you can be more helpful.  I know it's more
than one cock.  But, is it a blow bang, like, there's a half dozen guys
standing in front of you and you work your way down the line on your knees
taking care of them?  Is that it?"

   "Oh fuck," I hissed.  My hand instinctively went to my underwear. 

   She playfully pulled it away.  "Not now, we have business to discuss,"
she chided.  "So that's it?"

   "Well, that's fucking hot, for sure.  I have several thoughts that I've
kept in my head about it, though.  That's one way, for sure.  Another way
is, I end up sucking a lot of cocks, one after the other, but all separate
episodes, ya know?"

   "You mean like our delivery dare thing, where we just keep calling them,
over and over, until you are satiated?"

   "Fuckkkk, yes, just like that.  No one guy knows about the other.  For
me, it's just having to repeat the process a number of times."

   "How many times?  In your head, I mean.  Reality can be different."

   "I never really thought about it...it's more than 3...less than
10...probably.  I guess when I fantasize about it I probably have orgasmed
by the time it got to be that many," I laughed.

   "Are there others?" she asked probingly.

   "Yes, one more.  I imagine I'm somewhere in a public setting, with lots
of people, meaning lots of guys.  Somehow I end up getting pulled
somewhere, just out of sight to suck a cock.  Word gets out that there's a
slut sucking cock and I never leave that spot, guys just keep replacing
each other and I stay there, on my knees, until it's over.  They are never
together, though, it's still one at a time."

   "Nice," she smiled.  "Ok, I can see how the first one and the third one
will be hard to manage.  In the first one, it would have to be a setup. 
Everyone having to be on the same page.  If it was all people we knew, that
obviously would be very embarrassing.  But, if it were strangers, who knows
how, or if that would work.  It could easily get out of hand, or, for your
sake, you could get a bunch of limp dicks," she laughed.

   "And three?" I asked.

   "Similar problems.  Where, exactly?  Who is not going to know you?  Or,
when word gets out, who is going to stop the wife, or the girlfriend of the
guy you are blowing to bust in screaming and fighting?  Again, it would
have to be a situation where we at least knew the guys were willing and
able to do it, at least a LITTLE bit discreetly."

   "You are a buzzkill," I joked.  "I know it seems impossible, that's
probably why I haven't done it."

   "I didn't say impossible, I said it was problematic.  One really easy
solution is that you deal with the embarrassment of doing it with people
you know.  I just mentioned people who would be totally into it, if you
could get over, or at least learn to deal with, the embarrassment of it."

   "I AM learning to.  I'm finding that the embarrassment is often the
goal. That it seems to be the driving force for getting me wet," I
admitted. "Wait, so what about the second one?  Any problems with that?"

   "We already have a setup for that one.  The delivery thing.  There's no
reason we couldn't start in the afternoon and call different places until
you've gotten your, um, "fill," so to speak."

   "Yes, I've thought about that since when we did the one with two
different guys.  I didn't really want to stop..."

   "Then why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

   "Embarrassment, I guess."

   "You have nothing to hide from me, Victoria, if you want something I'll
try to make it happen."

   "I know, I should've, I will next time."

   "Good.  Now take those clothes off," she ordered.

   I knew better than to question her, she was like my keyholder.  All this
brought out a dominance in her I didn't know existed.  Her ideas always led
to something good.  She had me strip for inspection.  She eyed me up and
down.  She turned me around.  She caressed my back and my ass, finally my
tits.  She was checking if I still had scratches.  I did, but they were
healing and almost unnoticeable.

   "Just checking the goods for our online customers," she joked.

   "So we are getting a lot of business?  That's great!"

   "Well, truthfully, the money flow has slowed a bit because the last
video we sold was the one of you and Steve acting out the pizza thing.  One
idea is that we can make quick ones like with you stripping, or
masturbating, those would sell, but would be cheaper."

   I spent the next hour with her videotaping me stripping and
masturbating. She made me fake it, though, she loved keeping me on edge. 
She knew she could tell the real ones.

   "Ok wow, now you have me really worked up," I complained.

   "Well all of it is up to you.  I think I'm best at planning the
detailed, more risky ones, but in between those you may need to get what
you need with your own ideas.  Like now, you are lusting for sucking cock.
How do you want it?"

   "Well honestly, I've "only" sucked off three guys in the last three
weeks.  Steve, Cam, and the other guy.  Hell, I give more head to Jack in a
week, when we are together, that is, than I've done lately.  Odd that my
sex life has opened up, but the quantity is down," I pouted.

   "Well, I point out every time that we can always do the delivery thing.
That's a standing offer.  It sells, it's easy, and we can control how many
or how long it takes to do it."

   "I really do love it," I admitted.  "I'm just so charged up for
something new, though."

   "Funny thought," she said, smiling.  "Do you still have any contact with
those fraternity guys?"

   She was referring to a party where I'd sucked off two different guys the
night of the party, one the next day, and even dated two others, later.

   "Gosh no," I said, red faced from remembering it.

   "Seems like that might be an easy setup, doesn't it?"

   "Yes, gosh, no, I don't know, really.  It's so embarrassing to think
about."

   "But you are getting wet right now, thinking about it, aren't you?"

   "Yes," I said softly.

   "Let me see," she ordered. 

   I was surprised, she had kept saying she wasn't "into" that.  I opened
my legs.  My finger slid down my slit, it was wet.  She just smiled.

   "You really are sexy," she grinned.  "Wars have been fought over
beauties like you.  You're our very own Helen of Troy."

   I closed my legs but she told me firmly, "keep them open." We sat and
chatted for the next fifteen minutes.  I could see her occasionally eyeing
my pussy.  It made it tingle even more. 

   "Let's run through them all, then," she said.  "First, say I lined up
some guys.  Obviously I'd either know them, or some of them having been
vouched for.  Then I parade you out and you work down the line, pleasing
them.  What would be your issues with that?"

   "Oh god, I don't know.  It's so raw, so exposing," I said, trying to
figure out what they were, myself.  It's a big step, from then on I could
no longer hide the fact that I've become this kind of slut.  Strangers is
one thing, I may never see them again.  But, to have to show up at
gatherings with some of them there...whew...like I said, it's a big step."

   "True, it is," she admitted.  "All of this is building to it, though.  I
can see how wild it makes you."

   My legs were still open, I was absentmindely sliding my fingers over my
lips.

   "Already there are several delivery places who know all about your
actitivies.  I'll bet the staff at those places know all about you and have
made a special note of your number, if you should call again."

   "Fuck, I know, I thought about that too," I said.

   "The neighbors here, especially those young guys probably know quite a
bit, too.  Same with Tyler, Todd, Bill.  You'll see those guys again!"

   "I know, I'm so dreading seeing them, even Steve now, with what I've
done.  Do you think Tyler and Todd know what the other two did to me?"

   "Knowing guys, absolutely."

   I blushed in shame.

   "So you see, you are trying to hold onto a vision of yourself that just
isn't real anymore.  I don't blame you for any of it, though.  I certainly
couldn't do the things you've done.  I think you are brave.  I would love a
lot of those things, too.  I'm sure that shocks you, but I just don't have
the guts, or the beauty that you do."

   "Bullshit, you get probably the most attention at parties!" I protested.
She really is beautiful, more classically.  She has long, brown hair, she's
tall, like a model.  She has the most amazing legs.  Her face reminds me of
Lily James.  Her tits are smaller than mine (most are) but they are pert
and sexy and she can wear any top she wants and still look great.

   "Regardless, I lack the courage you have.  I'm just saying that all this
is leading to your exposure as a slut.  People were bound to find out
anyway.  You have two options and I'll support you either way.  One, you
quit all this, immediately, before it goes too far.  The second, you just
hop on, and go for the ride.  I love you either way."

   I lowered my head bashfully.  "I...don't think I can stop."

   "I don't think so either.  I think you'd be able to resist, for a time,
but eventually you'll find yourself back to where you are now."

   I nodded.  "I'm so horny to suck a cock right now I could burst."

   "I agree, you look...ready for it," she said, eyeing my pussy lips
again. "So you agree you'll start forcing your limits, that familiarity
isn't off limits anymore?"

   "Yes," I peeped. 

   "Good, give me a minute," she said.  She went into the den and made a
call.  I could hear her talking.

   "You're in luck," she said when she returned.  She had me put on a pair
of sexy panties, the rest was open and free.  I sat on the couch with my
back to her.  She was massaging me, my shoulders, my neck, my back, with me
sitting.  The whole time she was encouraging me, coaching me to relax and
enjoy the experience.  Her hands were soft.  Her touch was experienced.  I
could feel her hot breath on my neck as she got close.  She was making my
pussy hum harder.  Finally, she checked her watch.  She led me to the glass
door and had me kneel.  She instructed me to keep my hands on my knees,
push my chest out and wait.  It wasn't long.  Her dominance was becoming
intoxicating.

   I heard a car pull up.  I saw his eyes light up when he saw me, like
that.  He tapped on the glass.  I told him to come in.  It was Cam, the guy
from the first bondage game.

   "Whoa, the first time I didn't think it was real, now, I'm glad it is!"
He grinned.

   "No more pretenses," I said.  "Do you want your cock sucked?"

   "Fuck yeah," he groaned.  He took it out.  I remembered how nice it was,
I couldn't wait.  I took him in my mouth, not using my hands just yet.  As
always, the blinds were open, we were just on the other side of two panes
of glass door.  Nothing blocked the view.  I gave him head like I was
starved for it, which I was.  I wasn't going to wait so long between times
from now on, I promised myself.  My pussy was soaked.  Mostly from the
thought that this guy now had me more than once, and now knows the "real"
me, the cocksucking slut I am, not the one from before who pretended it was
all accidental.  I wondered how he'd use that information from now on.

   I knew Jessica was filming the whole thing as he erupted in my mouth for
the second time...and probably not the last.  I stayed on my knees the
whole time, even as he left and I licked his cum from my face.  He hadn't
even brought pizza!  Jessica came out smiling.  She had me rehearse a bit
for the website.

   Then she pointed the camera at me.

   "Hi guys, it's Tori again.  As you saw, I just sucked off another pizza
guy.  You guys have been asking for more.  I've actually sucked him off
before (though the website audience hadn't seen it, Steve had replaced him
in the re-creation of it).  " I thought you'd get a kick out of that, that
I'm building a reputation at these places.  Keep the suggestions "cumming!"

   "Nice touch," Jessica laughed.  "So how does it feel, knowing that some
guy knows you just love to give head?  You know he'll expect more now?"

   "I know," I sighed, my face red.  Being red haired, for some reason I
blush easily.  "It feels...sexy.  I'm ashamed, I'm scared, I'm turned on.
My pussy is totally wet from it, though."

   "I specifically asked for him.  I'm sure the place knows all about you.
I'm sure he was hard all the way over here," she laughed.  "So...are you
ready to do more?  I'm thinking of the blow bang thing."

   I was licking my lips at the time.  "Do we have time for that, even?" I
wondered.

   "It's friday night, we don't work tomorrow," she pointed out.  "We can
also do the intro after the fact."

   "I don't know about the blow bang, but I'm ready for another," I said, I
was still hungry.

   "Well get ready, I'll be right back," she said.  "Do not try to put your
clothes on," she warned.  She wanted as much possible exposure as possible.

   Just a note about our apartment complex.  I live in a complex that has
three buildings, in a "U" shape.  There are another dozen of those "U"
shapes throughout the whole complex.  My particular collection of buildings
is in an adult section.  No kids.  The apartments with kids are in the ones
closer to the front, near the pool and play area.  Mine is the last group
of three, tucked in the back.  As I've said, a main road runs past the side
of my apartment, but it's blocked by the bushes.  I'm saying this because,
even with all my exposure, there was very little chance of anyone underage
seeing me.  I'm just putting that out there.

   Jess returned with a smile.  She handed me the cuffs and the timed
padlock from the park episode.  "Lose the panties for this one," she
grinned.  Again, she positioned me in front of my window entrance.  I
clicked the cuffs on behind me.  She was standing behind me.  "Here's the
game for this one.  When I see him pull up I'll start the timer.  I'll give
you ten minutes.  See if you can make him cum in that time.  If not, the
penalty is you have to ask him to fuck you."

   "Oh fuck, Jess.  You are so dirty."

   "You love it!" She laughed.  The car arrived, she started the timer and
disappeared to film it.

   It was the same guy from Tropical Smoothie that I'd sucked off.  She was
giving guys repeat performances on purpose.  That was why she left, the
place is right around the corner from my house, she must've made sure that
he was working, since I didn't remember him telling me his name.

   Sure enough, he grinned when he saw me.  He came right in.  "I was right
the first time, wasn't I?" He said, lifting my chin to meet his intense
gaze.

   "MmmHmmm," I nodded.

   "I was right when I said you were doing this on purpose, I fucking KNEW
it," he said, congratulating himself.

   "You were, but I sucked you off that time," I said.  "It wasn't like I
was a tease."

   "No, you most certainly were not.  I should've guess by the way you gave
head, you could be a fucking professional."

   "I'm not," I giggled.

   "But you are going to suck my cock again, aren't you?"

   I liked the way he said it, not a question really, more of a direct
observation.

   "Yesss," I purred.

   "You love the bondage thing too, I see.  Girl after my own heart," he
admitted.  "I'm betting you want it like that, without the hands."

   I nodded.

   "I'm ok with that," he grinned as he took out his cock.  I could still
taste Cam on me when I took this guy in my mouth.  I still didn't know his
name, that thought made my pussy gush.  I worked him good.  He was holding
my head on the sides, guiding himself in.

   "Fuck, that body is amazing," he said.  "Those tits, that ass...fuck,"
he hissed. 

   I was lost in the pure joy I get from giving head when the lock suddenly
opened.  It had been ten minutes.  We'd wasted too much time at the
beginning, talking.  He slipped out of my mouth.  "What's that for?" He
asked, pointing at the lock. 

   I probably wanted this more than he did.  "It's a timed lock.  That was
the time limit for me."

   "To what?  Get me off?  You're fucking kidding me."

   What should've been obvious to him was that I was still cuffed.  The
lock had nothing to do with the cuffs.  I was still helpless.  Also obvious
should've been my lust.  There was no way I was stopping this.  I explained
the lock, how it worked.  He was eyeing me suspiciously the whole time.

   "I just like the games," I sheepishly admitted.  "I gave myself ten
minutes to get you off like that...if not..."

   "If not, then what?" He asked, with obvious motivation.

   "Then I have to ask you to fuck me.  It's like a penalty I gave myself
if I failed."

   "Fuck, that's wicked.  Wicked, cool.  So do it, ask me.  You HAVE to,
right?"

   "I do," I said shamefully.  "Will you fuck me now?"

   "You need to do better than that," he urged while circling behind me. 
He was eyeing his prize.

   "Will you please fuck me, sir.  Take my pussy and fuck it good, like you
said you wanted to the other day."

   "Better.  Yes, I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you.  This is going
to be so fucking great," he said triumphantly.  "I assume you are going to
want the cuffs on the whole time.  It wouldn't have mattered, I wouldn't
have let you take them off anyway," he grinned lewdly.

   The dominant tone just increased the fire in me.  He lifted me up by my
arms and bent me over the kitchen table.  I was laying on the table, my ass
out and spread invitingly for him.  He was behind me, I could feel him
sliding his dick up and down my slit.

   "Fuck, you are wet.  You totally get off on this.  I'm going tear this
thing UP," He grunted as he slid himself into me slowly, till he was fully
inside.  Then, little by little he inched himself back out until his head
almost popped out.  Then he repeated the process, over and over.  In slow,
fully, then out, to the point where he had me backing up into him not to
let him slip out.  He laughed at that, that he had me on the end of his
dick, urgently trying to keep him inside me.

   "Don't worry babe," he hissed as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me
up so that he was right in my ear.  "I'll be inside you long enough.  I'm
going to take my time hitting this.  I've been waiting for this
opportunity, I'm going to make the most of it."

   He did.  He rode me long and hard.  The way he built up the tempo was
masterful.  Finally, he was lifting my ass up off the table with each
thrust.  I could tell he loved the way I grunted when he did so.  It
encouraged him to take it even harder, deeper.  Embarrassingly, I came on
his dick.  My pussy had been rubbing the edge of the table and each thrust
sent shock waves through my clit."

   "God, the things I could do with a body like this," he said frantically,
his hand full of my red hair as he drove it into me.

   "Do it, do it like you need it," I urged.

   "Oh fuck fuck fuuuuuuck," he groaned as he slammed it into me.  His cum
filled me.  I could feel its hotness almost burning my insides.  He still
had my hair, like the reins of a pony he was breaking.  He rode me down,
slowly, softly, as his cock shrank.  Finally, reluctantly, he pulled out.
He stepped back and admired his handiwork.  I was panting, my face red with
effort.  I was wet and dripping.  He grinned.  He walked around the table
to look me in the eye.  I just laid there, spent.

   "I get the feeling you'd like more of this but you struggle with the
embarrassment of admitting it."

   "Yes," I said softly.

   "Ok, when you want it, you just call, ask for RJ."

   I finally knew his name, sort of.  After sucking him off and having him
fuck the shit out of me, I at least finally knew what to call him.

   "Ok," I said, embarrassed that I was fully naked with his cum running
down my legs, while was just cool as a cucumber, fully clothed now, and in
charge.

   "And keep those cuffs close...and that padlock.  Next time, when you
call, maybe I'll give you a time limit again, if I can hold out, maybe the
penalty will be your ass next time."

   My pussy twitched.  "Oh god," I said.  I wondered if I could take an ass
fucking like he just gave to my pussy.  I knew I'd like to find out,
though. He left me just like that, not even bothering to uncuff me.  I
liked that, he got what he wanted and needed, and then he was off.

   Jessica and I were just starting to celebrate my success when suddenly
she saw a figure in the distance approaching.  She ducked back into the
den. I was standing there, nude, still dripping when a guy tapped on the
glass.  My mind was spinning, but I knew the lecture I'd get from Jess if I
ran to get clothing.  I looked out, it was Chas, one of my neighbors Jess
was talking about earlier.  He was one of the four college athlete guys. 
He was a big dude, hard to call him chubby but he was large, he was a
lineman for the football team.  There was fat on him, for sure, but he was
also totally muscled up, not usually my type.  I realized at that moment
that I probably no longer HAD a type.  I just slid the glass door open a
crack.

   "Yes?"

   He could see everything.  My big tits heaving, my brow sweating.  If he
looked close enough he'd probably be able to see the rivulets of cum
running down my inner thighs.

   "Um, can we talk?" He said, somewhat urgently.

   I let him in.  "Ok, so what?" I asked.  He was ogling me something
fierce.

   "Look, you've been kind of...uh...active lately," he said with some
obvious discomfort.

   "Yeah?" I asked.  I knew what he was getting at.

   "I don't know if you know this, but when your blinds are all the way
open like that, at the right time of day, you can see everything that goes
on in front of the glass."

   "No I didn't," I lied.  "Oh god," I said, feigning horror.  "You didn't
just see..."

   "Yes, I saw you sucking some delivery guy and him fucking you.  You had
handcuffs on.  Are you all right?  I thought about calling the police
but...uh...it looked like you were really enjoying it."

   I avoided his gaze with shame.  "I did," I admitted.  "I like those kind
of games."

   "Yeah, I can see that.  I've also seen quite a bit of you lately,
walking around your apartment."

   "Why you big peeper, pervert," I chided.

   "Hey, I'm not the one flashing everyone and having sex with delivery
guys.  Yes, I said guys, plural.  I saw you suck some other dude off, too.
It wasn't the same guy either, so I know it's not like your boyfriend or
something.  You are doing this to different people."

   "Ok, so you got me," I admitted.  "Like I said, I kind of like the game
playing.  What do you want, to warn me?"

   "Yes," he said.  "You know I can easily tell Mr.  Crampton.  He's an old
religious dude.  I doubt he'd want one of his tenants performing sex shows
in his apartments."

   "You are threatening getting me evicted?"

   "No, well kind of," he admitted.  I haven't had a girlfriend since high
school and...when I did, she had red hair like you...so I often think about
you when I..."

   "Oh god," I realized.  "This guy is masturbating to me."

   "So what I'm saying, well offering is, I don't tell Old man Crampton,
and you just give me some of...you know...what the other guys got."

   I didn't have to debate it.  It was part of Jess's plan all along
anyway. I led him to the couch.  It was still in camera range.  "How do you
want it?" I asked.

   "Head," he said excitedly.  "I want you to suck me off like you did
those other guys."

   I knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. 
Luckily for me, his cock was thick, like him.

   "No, not like that," he complained.  "The cuffs, I love the idea of the
cuffs."

   "Oh, kinky, cool," I grinned. 

   And so it was I sucked another lucky customer.  Chas didn't want to cum
in my mouth, instead he shot it all over my face.  He left me there,
dripping.  I was getting used to being used like that, I kind of preferred
it like that without all the mindless chatter, after.

   "Just so we're clear," he said.  "I don't catch you giving free shows
we're ok, but if I DO, you know I'll have to bring it to your
attention...again."

   "And so we're clear, you don't tell ANYONE else about this or that will
never happen again, regardless of what you tell the old man.  This place is
a dump anyway, I can move at any time." 

   We were clear.  Jess bust out of the room laughing hysterically.  "Oh my
god, that was so fucking great!"

   "For you, maybe," I said disgustedly.

   "Oh hush, it was great.  I saw you moving your ass when you were sucking
him.  You were totally getting off on it."

   "I know, I was," I admitted.  "I can't help it, I'm so fucking turned
on. But knowing that he's seen me, and he knows about me.  God, they ALL
know about me.  This is so embarrassing."

   "It is.  But it's what you need.  LOOK at you.  Look at how hot this has
made you.  I'm going to call this video, "Tori's extortion suck." You are a
fucking national treasure.  So is this it?  Is this the blow bang thing? 
Are we doing more?"

   I didn't want to disappoint her.  I actually debated doing it.  But I
said, "actually the fucking got me even hornier.  I'm going to have to take
care of myself.  Plus, I only sucked two dicks off, RJ got to cum in my
pussy, which I should really clean off.  It's been gushing ever since."

   "Nice that you finally found out his name...sort of," she cackled. 
"That's ok, we got three good videos out of this instead of one good long
one...though I know how you like good, long ones," she joked.  "I'm fine
with us stopping, don't ever let my eagerness talk you into something you
don't want to do.  I'm living this stuff through you, but I don't want to
push you past where you were wanting to go anyway."

   "I know, I won't.  My pussy is just so worn out from that fucking, god
that was magnificent.  My clit, however, is raging.  That guy is kinky, I
think the viewers might see some of him again.  Did you see what he
threatened?  That he'd take my ass next time?"

   "I did, you've created quite a monster." 

   "I don't think I could take another pounding like that, which is always
a possibility, strange though that my pussy is still humming, and my clit
is electric." IT still wanted more, even if I didn't. 

   She had me lie on the couch, face down.  First, she went and got a warm,
wet washcloth and cleaned my sore pussy, much to my embarrassment.  Then
she massaged me from head to toe.

   "Why are you doing this?" I wondered.  She seemed quite happy and
willing to put her hands on me lately.

   "I dunno," she said, probably just as confused.  "It just feels...so
good...you know?"

   Every time she stroked up my inner thigh and I had to spread my legs a
bit to let her massage me I felt my pussy quiver.  She kept getting closer
to the lips each time.  I'd fooled around with other women a couple times
my freshman year.  I had no problems with it, I was just so into men that I
didn't pursue it further.  Her hands massaged my butt cheeks lovingly,
tenderly.  She traced her fingers up the small of my back which gave me
wonderful goosebumps.  Then she moved back to my legs.  I was spread pretty
wide.  I knew she could smell me, from my naughtiness before.

   "Um, Jess...you are kind of making me wet again."

   I was expecting a, "jesus woman, when are you ever NOT wet," but instead
she softly said, "shhh, I'll take care of that."

   This time her fingers grazed my pussy while she was massaging.  I
wiggled a bit in frustration.  She smacked my ass with her palm, playfully.
"Hold still!"

   This time her fingers lingered.  She was no longer massaging, she was
lightly caressing my outer lips with her fingers.  I clutched the comforter
on the couch from lust.  Then, she slid a finger down my slit.  It was wet.
She pulled it out and put it in her mouth.

   "Wow," she whispered.  "It's like honey.  Do they all taste like this?"
She wondered aloud.  I knew they didn't, I've tasted a couple.

   She went back to stroking my pussy.  She slid them easily up and down
the slit, finally letting them penetrate me.  Since I'd just been stretched
by RJ's wonderful cock, they slid in easily.  I moved my ass to adjust to
the penetration.  She finger fucked me that way, her thumb rested on my
asshole.  I bucked back against her instinctively.  She took her fingers
out of me and started circling my clit with them.  Then, she penetrated me
again.  Back and forth, she worked my clit, then finger fucked me.  It felt
so good I was bucking against her hand the whole time.

   "Oh god, oh god...fuck..." I panted when I was close.

   "That's it baby, that's it, cum for me, let it go, let all that
wonderful slutty energy go for me," she cooed.

   That put me over the edge, I came all over her expert hand.  I was
almost sobbing it was so intense.

   "Naturally, you cum like an angel," she kind of smirked, but in
admiration.

   "I doubt that, I probably look like I'm having a seizure, especially
that one, it was so powerful."

   "No, seriously," she said.  "That was the most beautiful thing I think
I've ever seen...or tasted," she said with a smile, before sticking her
slick fingers back into her mouth.

   "Um," I said with embarrassment.  "What brought all that on?"

   "YOU, you brought that all on."

   "I thought you weren't into women," I said in confusion.

   "I'm not.  This is different for me, too.  Do you know how hard it is to
watch you do these things, things that deep inside I probably crave too? 
Don't you think that makes ME, kind of, wet too?"

   "I guess, I just didn't know.  You hide it so well."

   "Well tonight it was too much.  Seeing you tied up all that time with
that incredibly perfect body, seeing you suck cock like a pro.  Then,
seeing that guy bang you like that while your hands were cuffed behind you?
It was all too much for me.  I actually got myself off filming it."

   "You did?  Wow."

   "Yes, it was a "wow" moment.  I'm just glad he didn't hear me, I had to
cover my face with a pillow."

   I looked at her.  She was still hot, bothered.  I'd only seen her like
this with Steve.  I felt like a total selfish diva.

   "Do you want me to...return the favor?" I asked.

   "No," she said softly, with a tinge of regret.  "I don't think I'm ready
for that yet."

   "Because I will!" I really wanted to, the thoughts of pleasing a woman
like that brought back good memories from my freshman year.

   "I know you will, but I have to really think about all this.  It's all
been so...crazy...you know?  Crazy but wonderful.  I'm not complaining.  I
just really love having some kind of control over what happens to that
wonderful pussy of yours."

   I lowered my head.  "You DO have control of it.  Totally, if you want
it. It's always better when you do."

   "Then this pussy is MINE..." she purred, reaching out to stroke it
gently with her fingers, "...and this will be the last time you say no to
the blow bang, or to any other thing.  Are you good with that?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I peeped, once again wet with desire again.

   We kissed each other good night.  It was on the lips, as usual, but this
time it lingered just a bit more than normal.  I wondered what it all meant
for me, for us, now.



   Victoria's Self Bondage Games Ch.  05

   "So why do you think you love to suck cock so much?" Jessica asked.

   It wasn't really an odd question, considering what I'd done and where we
now were together.

   "I don't really know the psychology," I said, shrugging.

   "I don't care about psychology," she smiled softly.  "Why do YOU think
you do?"

   "I don't know, really.  I think it may be the submissive nature of it.
It's all about pleasing, all about their pleasure, and generally I'm on my
knees doing it.  That's the way I prefer it, at least.  Then maybe it's
because I found it hard to please my daddy when I was a kid, he was the
tough military guy, all about discipline.  Then, he died so young maybe I
feel like I'm never pleasing him enough, which makes me want to please even
more."

   She laughed, "that sounded too much like psychology.  I believe the
first one, I think you are born with either submissive, or dominant
traits."

   "Is that so?  Were you born with dominant traits, considering how you
have decided to control me?"

   "I don't want to control you, dear," she grinned.  "I'm your best
friend. I just like being in charge of this side of you.  But why?  Like
you, I'm not sure.  I've always felt protective, yet encouraging of you. 
So I guess for both of us it's a natural fit."

   I smiled.  It was hard to argue any other way since there I was, on my
couch, in only my panties, as instructed, while she sat there fully
clothed. She didn't allow me to wear anything more in the house while she
was there, and yes, the blinds were open, as always.

   "You have an affinity for cocksucking, that's for sure," she said,
almost proudly.  "I really dig it, too.  I'm just not at your level," she
laughed.  I do often wonder what it would be like, in your shoes, though."

   I blushed.  I hadn't done anything since the night I repeated my
performances with RJ, Cam, and then surprisingly, the football player. 
Every day, however, Jessica would come over and "inspect" me, meaning she'd
make sure I was either naked, or semi naked.  She often grilled me about my
desires, what drives me, most of which she already knows.  I could tell she
was looking for details, specifics which she would try to incorporate in
our future games.  It was no longer odd for her to touch me, to massage my
breasts, even casually stroke my pussy during her visits.  She just said
she enjoyed getting me wet and left it at that.

   One day she was over and I was just getting out of the shower she
appeared and said for me to dress quickly.  She handed me my tight "Pink"
shorts which ride up my ass quite a bit.  They are meant more for intimacy
than public viewing.  On top she had me wear a belly baring crop top.  My
boobs being so large tend to push out the material enough to show a lot of
underboob when I lift my arms.  I knew she was about to expose me somehow.
I got a familiar jolt from my clit from imagining the possibilities.

   "Look," she said, pointing out my glass doors.  In the back, out in the
parking lot, three of the neighbor "boys," as she calls them, were out
playing frisbee.

   "Ok?" I asked.

   "Are you going to question me or are you going to do what I ask, knowing
I have your own desires in mind?"

   "I'm going to do what you ask, ma'am," I said softly.

   "Good, I'm glad we're done with that foolish resistance.  You know I
want what you want."

   "I know, so what should I do?  Stand here in front of the doors and hope
they see me and if they do, then strip?  It's sunny, I'm pretty sure the
glare won't allow it."

   She smirked.  "Don't assume I'm stupid.  I should whip your ass right
now," she warned.

   I turned crimson from embarrassment.  I'd never heard her threaten me
like that.  She was really taking to it.

   "I'm sorry, ma'am."

   "Oh, and stop calling me ma'am, I'm your age for god sakes.  Call me
Mistress Jess," she grinned.  "Yes, I like that."

   "I'm sorry Mistress Jess," it sounded so weird to call my best friend
since high school that, but on the other hand it FELT so natural.

   "Here's what you are doing.  You like sports, athletics.  You work that
tremendous body into shape doing all sorts of things.  You've played
frisbee before, haven't you?"

   "Of course, well, not since I was a kid."

   "I want you to go outside and see if the boys will let you play with
them."

   "I'm not trying to be smart here, Mistress Jess, but you mean play
frisbee, right?"

   "Hee hee, good one," she grinned.  "Yes, for the current moment, I'm
referring to frisbee.  See if they'll let you play.  I'm betting everything
I have they say yes, seeing how you are dressed and how I'm sure they've
longed to see you close up for quite awhile now.  Wait a minute until your
face loses some of its redness.  No need for them to see your
embarrassment, at least not yet."

   I went outside, they couldn't say yes fast enough.  There were four of
us, Deke, Jake, and Sherm.  They sounded like dog names to me.  Their other
friend Chas was at work, which I was glad.  Playing catch with him, with
him knowing a lot of my activites would've been weird, though I'm sure Jess
would've loved it.

   I was pretty good at throwing the frisbee, I was awful at catching it. I
kept lunging at it, which I'm sure showed a lot of my tits as I'd reach for
it.  They were certainly checking out my ass as well.  After a time, it
seemed they PURPOSELY were throwing it high, so I'd have to lift my arms.
They got to see quite a bit, I'm sure.  Finally, my Jess called me in.

   "What was all THAT for?" I asked, panting from all the effort.

   "Are you going to trust me?"

   "Yes, Mistress Jess."

   "Good.  Now keep your calendar open next Friday night."

   "Are you going to tell me why?"

   "Just that we're having a party at my house, our usual end of the
summer, labor day weekend party."

   "You and Scott?"

   "Yes, and tons of our friends, as usual."

   "Ok,?" I said suspiciously.

   "Ok and you are going to do everything I ask, without hesitation, and
you are going to love it."

   She said no more about it.  The website was doing well, the last three
videos we did of me with Cam, RJ, and the football player were still "hot."
Jess was afraid of losing members with each extended layoff we had of
activity.  It had been more than a week.  Still, she didnt have me do
anything.  She said she wanted me ready and willing for what she had
next. 

   You probably know how bad I am at waiting, by now.  I hate it.  I was in
a constant state of arousal.  Every day she'd drop by I'd pester her with
questions or I'd profess my willingness to do another delivery dare.  She
always just batted my questions away like pesky gnats.  As always, she
forbade me from masturbating.  I swore she'd have to cut off my hands to
keep me from doing it but I made it to Friday.

   The party.  Jess and Scott had an annual Labor day weekend party since
they got to college.  It usually was a huge bash, at Jessica's parents
house, which was now hers after her parents premature deaths.  Scott was a
huge jock, so there were always athlete friends of his there.  There was
almost always a big football game on.  There are beer kegs, people bring
their own booze if they wish.  There's lots of stupid drunkeness and
mayhem. These are the types of parties where I usually end up with my top
off, due to some stilly drunken "dare" or something.  It seemed the guys
looked forward to it, like it was an annual event, like the party.  This
time I shuddered to think what might become annual.

   Jessica instructed me what to wear.  On top I wore a purple athletic
jersey, made for women.  It was meant to be sexy and cute, not athletic. 
It was fairly tight, and I'd also have just a hint of belly button going.
Jess said she thought that was sexy when you get a flash of it.  I had grey
shorts which were tight, but not overly so.  They covered my cheeks, but
showed a good outline of everything I had.  Jess was going for a sexy
college coed look, I figured.

   I arrived and was greeted warmly by everyone, especially the males. 
Scott had that stupid leer he had the day he made me fuck him.  Naturally I
was embarrassed to have to say hi to Todd, Tyler, and Bill also.  I
naturally wondered what they knew, what they'd talked about with each other
about me.  I also noticed they hung around our group a lot as everyone
drank theirselves to happiness.  Jess wasn't drinking, which was odd, she
was a "bottle of wine" gal usually.  I like wine, but I'm fine with beer.
She monitored my intake, however, allowing me only one an hour.  She seemed
preoccupied and spent most of her time in the kitchen, greeting people as
they came or hugging people goodbye when they left.  It was the main
entryway. 

   A couple hours in everyone was feeling pretty good by then.  She
suddenly saw something.  She quickly grabbed me by my arm and pulled me
into the pantry.  She told me to be quiet but she wanted me to listen in.
She closed the door and went back to the kitchen.  She was greeting
someone.

   "Hi, do I know you?" She asked someone.

   I heard a voice say, "um, we heard there was a party here, a friend told
us about it."

   "Really, who?" Jess said sternly.

   I heard a couple voices say together, "Victoria."

   I almost coughed.  I most certainly didn't invite anyone, much less
anyone Jess didn't know.  I wondered why they were here and why Jess wasn't
booting them out.

   "Oh, is that so?  I could ask her.  What do you think she'd say?"

   I heard some uncomfortable silence before one of them said, "listen, we
don't want any trouble.  We know some of these guys, we're athletes too, we
have a game tomorrow."

   "Should you be out drinking the night before a game?" Jess asked, I
could tell she was smiling.

   "We're in college, of course we should be drinking," laughed one of
them.

   "Look, I know you weren't invited because I'm the host," she said
strongly.  "But, since you are here, you do me a favor, and I'll certainly
do you one.  We all know why you are here.  The sweet, big tittied red head
with the rocking body, am I right?"

   I heard them agree.  I didn't hear the rest, she must've ushered them
down the hall.  They came back, everything worked out, apparently.

   "Grab a beer and mingle, for now," said Jess.

   She opened the door and brought me out.  She led me out of the kitchen.
"I hope you are ready for this."

   "I would be, if I knew what it was."

   "What you talk about all the time, what you ALWAYS talk about," she
whispered jokingly. 

   She led me upstairs to her walk in linen closet.  She closed the door
behind us.  "Strip," she ordered.  She seemed so firm I didn't delay.  I
handed her my clothes.

   "You'll get these back when I come for you, not before, got it?"

   "Yes Mistress Jess," I said.  My heart was racing, my nipples were hard,
she noticed.

   "God, you are so sexy, I think if I was a man, I'd want to tear that
thing up, too," she smiled.  "But for now, kneel."

   I did so.  She surprised me by putting on a blindfold.  "This doesn't
come off until I take it off, understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress Jess..." I started to say before she cut me off.

   "Listen, I love it but you can just say "yes" sometimes, it doesn't have
to be EVERY time," she laughed.

   "Ok, sorry."

   "Do you want to put on the handcuffs or should I?" She asked, referring
to when I said it wasn't self bondage if I didn't do it.

   "You can," I said.  "I think we're past all that.  If you want me cuffed
I think it's better if you do it."

   "I agree." She cuffed my hands behind me, as I love.  "Now you wait
here," she giggled, knowing I couldn't really go anywhere.  "You just do
what comes naturally," she said as she left.  I heard the folding linen
door close.  I could tell the light was still on in the room, through just
a teeny crack at the bottom of the blindfold.

   I waited.  I was pretty sure what I was waiting for, but I didn't know
how long.  I was upstairs, which is off limits to the partiers, it's just
the two main bedrooms, the linen closet and and the master bathroom.  The
stair was blocked by a doggie gate, usually, during the parties.  They
don't want people coming up, throwing up all over their master bath or
worse, use the beds for sex.  I giggled to myself that she didn't have an
aversion to using the linen closet for sex , though, apparently.

   I didn't wait long.  I heard someone coming up the stairs.  The closet
doors opened slowly.  "Holy shit," I heard a male voice say.  "Goddamn, she
was right."

   I was on my knees, cuffed, blindfolded.  I had no idea who was in front
of me.  I felt a hand touch my back.  He guided it down my back, to my ass.
A finger slid down the crack of my ass but stopped tantalizingly close to
my hole. 

   "Nice," he murmured.  His hands then cupped my tits, which straightened
me up.  I felt him kneading them with his hands, like he was rolling dough.
His thumbs flicked over my nipples.

   "I knew these would be fucking awesome," he said.  "I fucking knew it."

   I heard his zipper come down.  He placed his hand on my head.  "We knew
this about you, I mean, it wasn't like you tried to hide it or anything,"
he said before offering his cock to me.

   I felt it on my cheek, I searched for it with my mouth.  He guided me to
it.  I took him in.  He moaned. 

   "Oh man, this is fucking great," he kept saying as I sucked him to
hardness.

   I used my mouth like a vacuum and sucked him in deeper while at the same
time I circled his cockhead with my tongue, which guys seem to love.  His
hands were on either side of my head, he was guiding me on and off of him.
Occasionally, he'd pull out completely while I was sucking on him, which
caused an audible, "pop," sound, which seemed to tickle him because he kept
doing it.  He the would guide me back on.  He was groaning because of what
I was doing to him.  Then, we heard a soft tapping on the door. 

   I heard Jess on the other side.  "Don't take all day, I gave you ten
minutes, don't make me stop her," she warned.

   "I won't," he moaned.  He settled back in to allowing a steady rhythm. I
took him deep, then let him out slowly, sucking in the whole time.  When
I'd get to the head I'd suck harder and twist my mouth on it while lashing
my tongue around him.  It was doing the trick, I felt him stiffen and
pulsate.  He shot it into me, hard.  He held my head firm so he could fill
me.  I let him.  Spurt after spurt, much of which I let spill out of the
sides of my mouth after swallowing plenty.  He was done.  I pulled off with
one more, "pop." 

   "Thanks, I'm sure I'll see ya around," he joked.  I heard the door
close, the soon after reopen.

   "Everything good in here?" Asked Jess.

   "MmmHmm," I said licking my lips.  "Emphasis on the "Mmm."

   "Good, keep that thought going," she urged.  "I have to get back to the
party."

   "Suddenly another male voice said, "oh wow, wow.  You weren't lying," to
Jess.  "Ha, I can't believe you are having her do this, like this," the guy
said to Jess.

   "Honestly, she does it to herself, I'm just like her sex agent," she
chuckled.  She left us alone.  I heard the door close, leaving me with
"him."

   She must've told him to hurry because he didn't bother touching me,
other than with his dick.  I repeated what I'd done to the first guy.

   "Oh damn, you suck cock well, jesus.  We could tell, we could tell you
were a cocksucker," he panted as he enjoyed what I was doing to him.  "I've
wanted this for so fucking long," he groaned, before shooting his cum into
me. 

   It hadn't taken long, Jess wasn't tapping yet.  He must've just been
standing there watching me helplessly try to lick the cum off my face.

   "Damn, girl, you really love this."

   I recognized the voice now, it was Deke.  The other guy must've been
Sherm.  I was putting it together.  My face reddened knowing my neighbors
were lining up to get sucked off.  They'd always know me for what I am. 
The thought frightened and aroused me at the same time.  Soon, the next guy
arrived.  Jake, I was presuming...though it could've been Chas.

   He wasn't shy about feeling me up.  His hands were all over my tits, my
ass.  His fingers found, and played with both my ass and my pussy.

   "We only have ten minutes," I urged, needing cock.

   I gave him my best and he rewarded me with his sweet cum, the other two
were saltier, all tasty, just different.

   "Fuck, even better than I remembered," he said to my shock.  It was my
ex boyfriend Jack.  We were through.  I hadn't seen him in weeks.  The last
time we talked we'd said it was over. 

   "Jack?  Fuck!"

   He laughed evilly.  "No, I didn't have time for the fuck, Jessica is
around.  I'm glad Scott told me about this, I wanted one last shot at you
to remember you by." He left quickly.

   A fourth game came in right after, he said nothing.  He smelled like Old
Spice.  His cock was the biggest.  I had trouble fitting it in my mouth. 
He wasn't having it, he forced it in me by using my head for leverage.  He
had me choking and coughing, at least it didn't last long before he added
the fourth load of cum into my hot mouth.  He left without a word.  I
thought, "that couldn't have been Chas, he wasn't that big."

   Jess came in a few minutes later, I was still licking up cream like a
kitten.

   "Oh wow, look at what a mess you made," she giggled.  She took off the
blindfold, my eyes had to adjust to the light.

   "Why the light?" I asked, "Did they think I couldn't do it in the dark?"
I joked.

   "One, it sounds like you are questioning me again," she said.

   "No Jess, I was just sayi..." 

   She cut me off by quickly swatting my ass, hard, with her palm.  It made
a delightful smack.

   "Ow," I said, stinging from the rebuke as much as the blow.

   "There will be more of that if need be," she warned.  "Now, back to the
light.  One, cameras work better in the light, dearie."

   She pointed to where she'd mounted mini cameras in three spots.  "You
don't think I forgot our website, did you?  Second, I wanted them to see
you, in all your glory, just a naked, bound, big tittied cocksucking slut."

   "Yes, Mistress Jess," I said with tears in my eyes, mostly from the
surprising discipline.  I really didn't want to disappoint her in any way,
she'd been so good for me.

   She cupped my chin in her hand.  "Don't cry, that's a good thing, baby,
I love you for it."

   She wiped away a tear.  She knelt in front of me.  "You are an amazing
mess, you look...delicious," she said.  She leaned in to kiss my cum
splattered face.  Our tongues danced with each other.  I could tell she was
tasting me. 

   "I just want to see what it's like," she said lustily.  "I just want to
know what it's like to be in your shoes.  I want to get into that head of
yours and see what drives you.  It all looks so hot, when I watch it."

   "You could always "help," I suggested.  "Who says you can't?"

   "RIght now, I do," she giggled.  "I'm just lacking the courage you have
right now.  I'm not ruling it out, though.  I just want this for you right
now, though it's hard to watch and not want ...something, you know?  She
wiped my face and chest with a warm cloth.  "Cmon, time to move," she said
as she pulled me up.  She uncuffed me and allowed me to put my clothes back
on.  "There's a party downstairs, come on down and join," she joked. 

   I appeared downstairs and it felt like I came back from the dead,
judging the reaction.  Guys kept asking me where I went.  I just lied and
said I didn't feel good and went to lie down.  Jess just nodded,
corroborating the story.  We hung around talking, laughing and drinking (
again, for me, it meant one beer).  The game was over, most had left.  Jess
came up to me and whispered, "are you well rested?"

   "Um, from what, earlier?" I asked.  "It was only four cocks, I can do
four cocks in my sleep," I kidded.

   "Good to know, wait, four?" she said with a quizzical look on her face
before ignoring it and leading me forward, she was in a hurry to get me
past any onlookers.  She led me to the door of the basement.  On the top
step, shielded from view, she made me take my clothes back off and hand
them to her.  She turned me around and cuffed my hands again.  She told me
to go down to the rug and kneel and wait.  I did so with a panicked look in
my eyes, apparently.



   "Oh, cuz I can do four cocks in my sleep!" She chided derisively
regarding my anguished look.

   I waited.  I heard the front door close a dozen times upstairs, most
were leaving.  I heard just a few voices.  I knew them all.  Suddenly, the
basement door opened.  I heard people coming down the stairs.  It seemed
like quite a few.  They turned the corner.  It was Scott, that bastard,
along with him were Todd, Bill, Tyler, and Jessica.  They saw the red
headed slut cuffed, kneeling and waiting for them.  I saw them laugh and
slap each others hands.  Jessica went to the tripod, with the camera. 

   Scott seemed to take charge.  He took out a deck of cards.  "High card
goes last, Low goes first and so on, aces are high," he said as he held out
the deck.  Bill got a five.  Todd got a deuce.  Tyler got a Jack.  "Whoa,
looks like I got the ace," Scott says.  "I got last."

   They lined up on the two couches by their numbers.  Todd was first.  I
had to shimmy up to him on my knees.  They took great delight in seeing my
naked tits bounce as I did.  I gave him head as the others looked on and
made comments.

   "I told you this slut gave some great head," Scott said as if I wasn't
even there. 

   Tyler said, "yeah, but you fuckers got to drill that, we haven't...yet."

   "It's awesome," offered Bill.  I was surprised he could remember that
whole three minute thrill ride.

   "The guys are all cool with this going on the website, dear," Jess said
from behind the camera.  "Tori's first blowbang," it's going to be our best
one yet."

   The couches were in an "L" shape.  Scott and Tyler sat on the one on the
side of me.  This left me vulnerable to their touch and boy did they touch
me.  I had fingers in my pussy, my ass as I sucked their friend Todd off. I
almost came the exact moment Todd did, on somebody's fingers, probably both
of them.

   "Look at that, she cums just from sucking cock and getting finger
fucked," said Scott.

   I had to scootch to the side to get to Bill next.  Sadly, I felt the
fingers withdraw because they could no longer reach.  Again, Bill lasted
about three minutes.  Like before, though, he came a lot.  I couldn't
handle it, it got all over my face and chest.  Everyone laughed.

   "Looks like the slut can't handle all that.  I thought you were a pro,"
joked Scott.

   "Watch this," said Jess.  She came up from behind me and scooped up the
cum from me.  They laughed at how she fed me the cum, all while the camera
captured it all.

   "Gross," Scott said.  "Can't believe you've eaten all that cum in one
day," he said disgustedly.

   I looked away, red faced from shame, though my pussy was boiling.  Next
I moved to Tyler, Scott moved to the other couch, mostly so he could finger
me again while I blew his friend. 

   Now it was Jess's turn to degrade me.  "Can you believe she's fantasized
about this since high school?  The most she's sucked in one day is two. 
Tonight it'll be seven!"

   I started to correct her that the four in the closet and these four make
eight, but then I remembered the open hand spank I got earlier for being
sassy so I kept to my cocksucking.  Scott's thick fingers were pistoning in
and out of my pussy and ass at the same time.  He had me dancing on his
digits, which everyone else found hilarious.

   "Yeah baby, ride that ride," Scott teased cruelly. 

   They all laughed again when I came for the second time.  Tyler was
digging my skills.

   "I'm so glad you are making up for us not getting you the last time," he
moaned.

   "Looks like someone is going to have some more cream to swallow," joked
Jess. 

   She was right, Tyler soon followed with another delicious load of cum.
My belly was getting full.  It's funny how little cum it actually is, per
ounce, but how filling it can be.  I burped a little, which had the group
howling.  I sat up on my knees, dripping the cum of three of them.  They
all had a laugh, then Tyler, Todd, and Bill walked away and up the stairs,
obviously per some agreement.  That left Jess, Scott and I.

   "Don't worry, I'll keep the camera on," Scott said to Jess.  "I love
giving it to our porn queen on camera."

   I'd have blushed but it probably would'nt have been seen through the
mask of cum I wore.

   "You're leaving?" I asked Jess fearfully.

   "Yes, and you'll do what you are told, as you would with me," she
intoned.  She walked upstairs.  I was alone with the wolf.

   He patted the couch and made me shuffle to him.  He had me suck his cock
for awhile.  He seemed to be in no hurry.  He was repulsed when the cum I
had on my face dripped on him.  So much so that he got up, got a cloth and
wiped my face dry.  He made me continue.  I really like his cock, even
though HE makes me shudder.  I was making him feel really good.  He stopped
me.  He pulled me onto the couch, in a sitting position.  Roughly, he
parted my legs.  I thought he was going to fuck me that way.  Instead, he
kneeled in front of me.  I could feel his hot breath on my slick pussy. 

   "Oh my god, Scott, I'm so wet, I'm sorry," I apologized.

   "Good, better for me, then."

   He licked me clean.  The man was a master, like Jess always says.  He
had me peaking, only to slow it down, build me back up, then slow down.  He
was tormenting me with that talented tongue.  Finally, he concentrated on
my clit and drove me over the edge.  I'm sure if the party was still going
upstairs they'd have heard me screaming.  He then would pause, wait for me
to come down a bit, before slowly repeating the whole process.  He made me
cum a half dozen times.  Then, he just stood up, shoved my torso over the
couch.  He got behind me.

   "Are you sure this is what Jess wanted?" I asked, suddenly frightened to
disappoint her. 

   "No, this is what *I* want," he barked.  "Shut up and enjoy this." 

   He stuck his dick in me.  I was still soaking from all the excitement,
along with his tongue work.  He slid in easily.  He rode me like that,
cuffed and bent over the couch.  He occasionally smacked my ass.  He made
me beg for it.

   "Do you want me to spank that sexy fucking ass?" He'd urge.

   "Yes, spank my ass, do it."

   "How do you want it?" He grunted.

   "Hard, spank that ass HARD," I begged.  He did, he turned it from creamy
white to scarlet while he fucked me.

   "Jess can't keep me from getting this," he said cruelly, "that'd be
inhumane, it's like free pussy for life," he groaned. 

   Finally, he tensed up and drilled it into me one last time as he erupted
in me, while he said, "oh my god, slut, oh my fucking god, slut..."

   "Wow," he said, almost ashamed at how good it felt.  He walked over to
the camera and shut it off.  "Show's over, for now," he said ominously. 

   He left, Jess came down soon after.  She uncuffed me.  I told her what
happened, expecting her to be mad again.  She just caressed my hair and my
face.

   "No, it's ok baby, I wanted it for you.  Scott is a total dick, and
we're through, he just doesn't know it yet, but that man can please a
woman. I knew you'd need a release, after all that build up.  Wow, you were
really good tonight.  I can't believe you sucked all those cocks.  Was it
anything like your fantasies?"

   "It WAS my fantasy.  You kind of combined two of them.  One is the one
where I suck a lineup of cocks.  That was the one on the couches.  The
second was the closet, or secluded area one, where one guy follows another
in.  I can't believe I got 8 cocks like that."

   She laughed.  "Man, you are really bad at math.  It was 6."

   "No, I was sucking those cocks, I sucked on 8."

   "Don't make me mad again, dear," she warned, but with a smile.  "There
were two neighbor guys in the closet and the four down here."

   "What?  There were four guys upstairs.  I described them all the way up
to Jack.

   "Jack was here?  That bastard, how'd he know?" She cursed.

   I told her it was Scott that had told him.  Then I told her about the
4th guy who smelled like Old Spice.

   She turned red this time.  "Oh...my...god," she laughed.

   "What?" I asked.

   "That must've been Red, my boss at work."

   "Who is that?"

   "Oh my god, don't fucking kill me," she chuckled.  "My boss, he's an old
guy, mid 50s, has one of those comb over hair cuts.  You've met him before,
I think."

   "What?  I sucked your boss off?  How'd that happen?"

   "That sneaky fucking bastard," she laughed.  He was in the living room,
lingering, I didn't think it was strange at the time, but he must've been
watching the procession go up the stairs, one after the other.  He must've
snuck up there just before I went to check on you.  Oh my god, you sucked
off my boss," she laughed again.  "He did give me the strangest look when
he said goodbye.  That must've been his, "some slut just sucked me off in
your closet," look."

   "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I feel so ashamed," I said, redfaced myself
now.

   "Hey, you wanted a blowbang, you got a blow bang.  So you sucked off 8
guys, not seven."

   "Sorry, Mistress Jess, and I'm not questioning you or challenging you,
because I don't want to be spanked again, besides, Scott already did that,
as you can see.  But, I only sucked 7 of them off, Scott fucked me,
remember?"

   She grinned.  "So was 7 good?  Remember you said, "more than three, less
than ten?"

   "Seven was awesome," I admitted.  "I know how hard that was to make
happen.  If you want to know the truth, I could probably do more, but
without the fucking, that usually takes the edge off that I need to
continue.  Whatever happened to the other two neighbors and how did you get
those guys to come here?"

   "I guess they chose work instead of play, the idiots.  One of Scott's
friends on the football team knows them.  I had him slyly mention that a
certain hot redhead would be at the party.  I figured they'd try and crash
it."

   "I'm glad they did," I gushed.  "Oh god, now Tyler, Todd and Bill know
everything, it's so embarrassing."

   "Yes it is.  You and I agreed you would deal with that, and look how it
worked out!  This fantasy wasn't possible without that."

   "I know but they'll tell," I said in an ashamed whisper.

   "Yes, they'll tell everyone, including our friends.  That's what you are
going to deal with, in order to get what you need.  I wouldn't worry about
those four, though, Scott and his friends.  Now that we've broken up you
probably won't have to see them again.  Though, I just had a wicked thought
that I SHOULD make you continue to please Scott's friends.  That would piss
him off so much that they were getting it and he isn't," she laughed.

   "What about Scott, how am I going to deal with him?" I wondered.

   "That's ok, Scott won't be fucking you again," Jess said.

   "He pretty much warned me he would.  He said he couldn't pass up, "free
pussy," as he called it.

   "Well he'll have to.  We're done.  I told him that yesterday.  I agreed
this one last time, more for you than him."

   "But what about the website?  Won't he ruin it?"

   "Taken care of.  I work with computer techs, remember?  I got a guy who
took over user controls and put so many obstacles in the way that the only
way Scott will ever see that site is the way the public sees it."

   "Wow, how do you think he'll react?"

   "He'll fucking hate it," she laughed.  "Too bad." She was stroking my
legs, up my inner thighs.  "Jesus, woman.  How can anyone be this soft?"
She said.

   I could tell she was excited, her kiss earlier stayed on my mind.  I
leaned in to kiss her.  It was a long, lingering, loving kiss.  My hand
stroked up her thigh just like she had with me.  "Do you want me to, you
know...take care of you?" I asked sweetly.  "Why should the guys have all
the fun?"

   She smiled.  "You are an angel, even if you have the devil in you," she
laughed.  "But no, I'm actually meeting someone from the party, one of
Scott's athlete acquaintances, a swimmer.  He's got that lean muscle I
love, god that body..." She said lustily.  "If he's willing I'll ride that
thing all night," she cooed.

   She left me to clean up some of the mess from the party while she went
to meet him.  I hoped he'd give it to her good, she deserved it. 

   Things changed quickly after that.  Scott was pissed, as expected.  He
showed up at my apartment and threatened all sorts of things but eventually
he went away.  He wasn't really in love with Jess anyway.  The college
neighbors walked past my doors frequently and would occasionally tap on the
glass to see if I was home.  Jess let me keep my blinds closed, now that
the need for advertising was done.  I didn't answer. 

   Jessica had me move into her house, now that Scott was gone.  I only had
one month left on my lease anyway.  Our website was on fire, money was
coming in, especially with the Blow Bang video.  I let Jess keep the money
for rent and bills, it was my suggestion.

   "You know me, I'm just a slut," I said.  "I'd do this stuff for free
anyway.  The money should go to you."

   Jess made me agree that while I lived "under her roof" I'd have to do
anything she asked, sexually.  She made read an agreement that she would
keep locked up.  It detailed what was expected of me.  I'd continue to
"work" on the website, per her instruction.  I'd please anyone, and
everyone she wanted me to at her house.  That included delivery drivers and
repair servicemen.  She promised me that every food place in the area would
know our number by heart.  I was no longer going to be able to "stop" the
number of guys like I had before.  She pointed out that she'd like me to
try and "beat my record." She also mentioned that Scott had an idea for
parties, where they set up a makeshift "gloryhole" in the basement for
guests to wander down when they want.  She said it was the beginning, not
the ened.  She made me sign it.  It was all for the embarrassment, not the
legality of it.

   I'm sure the college dudes hated finding out that I'd moved.  Jess
pointed out how much more freedom we'd have for our games, being a bit out
in the country.  I couldn't wait.