Chapter One
I'm not sure exactly where
my interest in bondage and submission came from. I mean, as long as I've had
sexual fantasies, they've been a part of them. I remember tying myself to the
bed and imagining I was someone's prisoner, and I once bent over the ottoman in
the living room, my pussy pressed down against a banana, and used one of my
belts on my butt, sweeping it back to snap stingingly across my buttocks again
and again until I came like crazy!
These were my own private
fantasies, though. I knew they were perverted, and I never would have confessed
them to anyone I knew, not family, friends nor even lovers.
Though I wanted to! I mean,
sex was... okay, but nothing special. I knew what it was missing. It was
missing the fire I felt when I filled my mind with dark thoughts and tied
myself up! But the guys I had sex with were my age and way too mouthy. I would
never have trusted them with a deep, dark secret like that!
"Hey, guess what, Christy
likes being tied up and spanked!"
Oh yeah, I really wanted
THAT making its way through school! I'd never be able to show my face again!
Sex was filled with enough
tension and stress as it was! I mean, you have to be so careful of what you say
and do, of how you react. You have to make sure the guy's fragile ego doesn't
get damaged, which means that even if you're not really enjoying yourself you
have to pretend you are.
But not too much! If you react
too much they get too much of an ego boost and now they want to tell everyone
all about it. "You should have heard Cheryl screaming through those multiple
orgasms!"
No, I didn't want that
either!
It might have been
different if I'd had a regular boyfriend, one I could trust. But to be honest,
it usually didn't take me long to get tired of guys I was with, mostly because
they acted like immature idiots who took me for granted.
Then I graduated. No more
high school! Yay! But the thing is, your friends are your friends. Your group
is your group. It doesn't change after school. Maybe if you go to college, but
I didn't. I went to work as a clerk at Walmart.
And since I didn't have
much money I still stayed at home with my parents, though this or that girlfriend
and I explored ways we could share a place and still have money.
Anyway, my parents were
pretty okay with me now that I was eighteen. They didn't have the same strict
rules or anything, and I could do pretty much what I wanted. So why leave? We
had a nice house which was way better than some cheap apartment I could rent
with someone.
Behind our house was a
large old Victorian house owned by a couple in their early thirties. Evan and
Tanya. Evan was tall and hot, with steamy blue eyes and very short dark hair.
He was well-built, and since they had a pool I could see just how well-built
from my bedroom window!
Tanya, though, was more
than a match for any girl who might think to tempt him. She was very athletic,
but busty, with wide hips and narrow waist. Not to mention long blonde hair.
She worked as some kind of public relations type job while Evan was a lawyer.
One day after they'd put in
the pool I'd been at the fence and struck up a conversation, and they'd invited
me to use their pool whenever I felt like it. I hadn't needed to be invited
twice! I got my bikini and hopped the fence to join them!
It felt very comfortable,
which was great because I was often feeling pretty self-conscious in a bathing
suit. That had probably come from when I was younger. I had been late to
develop. I mean, I'd sprouted up, but not out, so that people teased me and
called me string-bean and beanpole and stuff.
That ended around sixteen,
thankfully. No one called me that anymore! But still, I wasn't in Tanya's
class. I was like, a nice firm B-cup but she was D-cups for sure.
I never felt like I was in
competition with her, though, because she was over ten years older, and Evan's
wife, while I was just a teenager. She was more like a big sister, or maybe a
cousin or aunt or something.
Anyway, that summer they
decided to go on a three day weekend to her parents in another city, and asked
me to house-sit and feed their cat. That was easy enough. I fed Walter, the
cat, kept the pool clean, and enjoyed the use of it. I also got to hang around their house, though
I knew I shouldn't. I was only supposed to drop in to make sure everything was
okay, and feed the cat, and maybe play with it a bit.
The thing is, Walter is
kind of lazy. He doesn't really require much playing. He mostly just lays on
his fat ass and looks out the window.
I admit I was being nosy
poking around in their bedroom. I was bored. I was mostly just looking at her
wardrobe, seeing what dresses she had, you know. Some of them looked really
pretty but they wouldn't have fit me. I was taller than her, but she was not
only bustier but had wider shoulders and hips.
She had a lot of sexy
underwear, but again, I wasn't about to try it on or anything. The bras would
never have fit anyway, and I had lots of my own thongs.
But then I found
something... intriguing. It puzzled me, at first. I had no idea what it was. It
looked like a collection of leather straps held together with metal rings and
buckles. But it was in her lingerie drawer at the bottom. I pulled it out
curiously and tried to sort out what the heck it was.
It took me a while but the
obvious thing was that it was some sort of kinky leather outfit. There was a
lower strap dangling under, which fed into a horizontal strap, then crisscross
straps which went up to another horizontal strap....
I was wearing shorts and a
tank top, so felt free to experiment on myself. I stepped into it and pulled
the thing up over my hips. So far so good, although if this was the panty part,
well, the strap which would go over my pussy was no more than an inch or so
wide!
I pulled the collection of
straps up my body and then drew the thickest strap in the lot up under my
breasts. This was more than a strap, really. It was clearly designed for breast
support. It was harder than the rest of the straps, and bent along its length,
like a ninety-degree angle. It pressed against the ribs under my breasts, then
the bent part pressed up against the underside of my breasts.
But that part would be
barely enough to support my breasts. I couldn't imagine how it would support
Tanya's. Because there were adjustable straps and buckles, the thing would fit
me, even though I was taller and more slender than Tanya, and I felt a hot
little tingle of excitement as the lower strap pressed up very firmly against my
sex.
I buckled the horizontal
strap around my ribs so it was firmly in place, then took the edges and pulled
them up, where they narrowed into much thinner straps. I tried putting them
over my shoulders, but that didn't seem to work. Then I realized I had to pull
them diagonally across my chest and pull them up across the opposite shoulder.
Oh yeah, that worked really
well! Doing that tugged up the outside of those straps under my breasts so they
curved up to press in against the outside of my breasts, kind of squeezing them
together! There was one more strap left
dangling, and that was pulled straight across the top of my breasts to fasten
on the other side, pushing down on my boobs.
Woah! This was so wicked!
I felt guilty, and I felt
hot and sexy, and I knew I had to try this thing on without my shorts and tank
top! I'd seen stuff like this but even in the lingerie stores I hadn't had the
courage to try it on.
I undid the buckles and let
the thing slide down and off. Then I peeled my tank top over my head and off. I
was already feeling my chest tightening with excitement, and when I removed my
bra, my nipples were hard and tingling.
I licked my lips then
slipped off my shorts and panties to stand there in their bedroom completely
naked. That all by itself felt kinky and perverted and nasty! I also felt kind
of guilty and anxious, even though they were out of the city. I knew very well
Tanya would be furious (and rightly so) if she knew.
But they were in
Philadelphia, so...
I pulled the leather up my
legs, then as the lower strap pressed against my sex felt a little jolt of
realization. This had been against Tanya's pussy! Partly, that made me go
'ick', but for some reason it also made me feel this was even hotter and
kinkier!
I had had... fantasies
about Tanya, you see. I mean, not seriously! I don't mean to suggest I had the
hots for her or anything! I had never really done much with girls, though and I
was... curious, see. Lots of my friends had, and I had just never found the
right time or place or girl.
So the thought of doing it
with Tanya had occurred to me from time to time, even though she hadn't given
me any indication she was at all interested in that sort of thing. Let alone
with me!
My pussy already felt hot
and tender and wet as I pulled the straps higher. The feel of them pressing
against the underside of my breasts was deeply erotic! And then when I pulled
the straps up around the outside of my breasts, then across my upper chest, I
felt my breasts throbbing! I fastened the strap behind my neck, then drew the
last one across the top, which pressed down against my breasts.
I was already panting! My
body was filled with sexual electricity even before I looked in the big mirror
in their walk-in closet! Ohmygod! I looked so hot and sexy! My breasts were
squeezed up and out and together and my nipples were rock hard!
And that was when I had
another idea.
The walk-in closet was
huge, and I had been envious as heck when I'd seen it. But I'd noticed she had
a lot of shoes, including some stilettos. I went further into it and examined
her shoes, looking for some sexy black stiletto heels.
And that was when I found
the boots! I stared at them, and felt a burst of heat and excitement as I bent
and pulled them out.
They were the highest boots
I had ever seen anyone actually own! Again, I'd heard of them, and even seen
them in stores. They came up well past the knees, almost to the crotch, in
fact.
And it turned out Tanya and
I had more or less the same shoe size. I stepped into the first one, and though
my foot felt a little pinched, I could wear it! I zipped it up until the top
closed maybe three inches below my crotch!
I stuffed my foot excitedly
into the other, then realized something was in there. I pulled my foot out and
shoved my hand in and came out with a pair of leather gloves. But they were
like the boots, really high! I put them down and slid the boot on, then zipped
it up before examining the gloves.
They were black leather,
like the boots. I slid my hands, and arms into them, and they came up well past
my elbows, almost to my shoulders!
Wild! Kinky! Sexy!
I stared at myself in the
big mirror, posing breathlessly. Wow, I looked amazing! I wobbled out into the
bedroom where I'd left my phone and then went back in and took a bunch of
pictures - careful pictures, ones that didn't have my head in them.
You can never be too
careful!
I wanted to remember what I
looked like but I couldn't chance someone hacking my phone, or stealing it and
having pictures of me like this all over the internet or something!
I was turned on, and I
absolutely had to masturbate!
I couldn't do it with these
straps on, though, so I unbuckled them and began to slide them off. Seeing and
feeling the straps against my wrists, though, gave me ideas, dark ones. I took
down one of Evan's belts and wrapped it around my wrists, then held my arms up
and stared at myself in the mirror, my body thrumming with sexual energy!
The walk-in closet was
about ten feet deep and about ten feet wide. His clothes were on the left, and
hers on the right. But in the middle was like a giant dresser. It was about
waist-high and had drawers running down both sides.
I bent over it, gasping as
my breasts pillowed out against the surface, then doubled up the belt I'd taken
and swung it back against my bottom. I flinched and gasped as it snapped down
across my bare buttocks, but the inner heat rose so that I squirmed wildly
against the dresser!
I needed a banana!
My whole body felt flushed
as I carefully made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the
fridge and looked for a banana. There were none, though. What caught my eye
instead were cucumbers. And I felt an emotional jolt go through me at the very
thought of using one! They were way too thick!
But... being done by a
really thick cock had always been one of my dark fantasies, going along with
the dark heat of being bound and gagged and used!
So I took out the narrowest
of them, my heart beating and chest tight. I washed it in warm water until it
warmed up, then took it upstairs. I found some baby oil and then began to
finger myself. I moaned as the heat rose rapidly. I hadn't bothered taking off
the leather gloves! Feeling the leather fingers against me felt wild! It was
like it wasn't really my finger!
I slid two leather fingers
up inside myself, pumping them in and out as I squatted in front of the big
mirror, staring at myself. Then I placed the thicker side of the cucumber on
the floor, and knelt straddling it. I slowly eased my knees apart, bringing
myself down until I felt the slippery round tip of the thing against me!
I had to fight not to touch
myself now because I was sure I would come like crazy if I did! Instead I used
my hands to brace myself on the floor and hold the cucumber as I rubbed my
pussy against the top! I eased down more and more, feeling the pressure make me
ache!
I was starting to have my
doubts this was going to work, in fact. The pressure was becoming very hard,
and the aching was becoming worse, and yet it wasn't pushing into me. I began
to wonder if it wasn't just too thick for me.
I began to vary the
pressure, easing up, then pressing down, easing up, then pressing down,
grinding myself against it until, slowly, I felt the tip pushing aside the lips
of my sex, and then, oh my God it felt incredible as it started to slowly slide
into me!
I couldn't wait! I was
trembling with excitement! I only had about three inches inside me but my gloved fingers, now quite slippery, pressed
against my clitoris and I rubbed frantically! It didn't take more than a few
seconds, then the orgasm tore through me!
I couldn't help crying out
again and again! I was in an empty house so why not!? I pressed down harder,
the heat devouring me as I forced myself further and further down the length of
the warm, slippery cucumber!
I stared at my pussy,
obscenely stretched apart as the green cock slid into me, and rubbed my
clitoris desperately, waves of pleasure sweeping through my body and mind so
that I thought I might go insane!
The orgasm was... fucking
amazing! It was one of the most intense I'd ever had, and left me gasping and
flushed. I knelt there, bending forward, gulping in air, hands on the floor,
recovering.
Now here's the thing. I'd
never masturbated past an orgasm before. I mean, the whole point of
masturbating was to reach climax, right, and what was the climax? It was the
end! And yet I was still incredibly aroused, incredibly excited, and so I
straightened up, staring at myself with rapt attention.
I let my body sink down
slowly, wincing a little as the cucumber pushed deeper. I put my hands up
behind my neck and stared at myself, stared at the cucumber, stared at myself.
Heat washed over me!
I moaned helplessly as I
sank slowly, oh so slowly down, feeling the hard green thing sliding deeper
into my pussy, stretching it out all along its length! God, it was so thick! I
let my hands slide down over my breasts, kneading them and rubbing the nipples,
then dropped my right hand to my pussy and let my slippery fingers start
rubbing my clitoris again!
I began to... bounce, atop
the thing. Oh, it wasn't much of a bounce, of course, just little ones that
didn't really even move me on the thing so much as make the pressure grow and
stop, grow and stop. But gradually the thing pushed higher and deeper inside
me. Finally, I gripped the base to hold it against the floor, and then began to
actually slide up and down.
I could see the look on my
face in the mirror, how it was completely filled with heat and excitement as I
slid slowly up and down that thick green cock! I forced myself lower, ignoring
the pain, crying out as the tip jammed against the back wall of my pussy again
and again!
Another orgasm hammered
into me and I cried out as it really tore my mind apart! It was even more
powerful than the first one, and I rode the cucumber furiously, heedless of how
much it ached! I was wild with passion and need as the orgasm tore my mind
apart, and nothing else mattered but the pleasure!
It was so good!
I rode up and down,
grinding myself down on each deep stroke, gasping and moaning in pleasure,
until the orgasm slowly faded. And still I felt aroused. I stared at myself in
the mirror, feeling how the cucumber throbbed inside me.
Then I got my phone and
snapped pictures - below the neck - of me impaled on the cucumber. I turned my
back to the mirror and snapped more, then fell forward onto my hands and knees,
turning to look behind me at the cucumber sticking out of me.
God, what a filthy girl I
was!
I had more than half inside
me by then. But it was over a foot long. I had no
thought of getting it all inside me, though the idea of that was incredibly
hot!
I reached under me, rubbing
my clitoris, pressing the cucumber back against the mirror, feeling the tip
jamming inside me as I moaned in pleasure. I'd never had two orgasms at the
same time and now I was aiming for three!
I was getting more frantic,
and more violent. I turned away from the mirror, pressing the thing back
against the chest of drawers, slapping myself back so that the tip punched into
me again and again until I had maybe two-thirds of it inside me, maybe more!
Another orgasm lashed my
senses! I rutted back against the chest, heedless of the pain as the tip of the
thing punched against the back wall of my pussy!
Oh boy! I sagged bonelessly
as the orgasm passed, gasping for breath, my weight crushing my breasts under
me as I knelt there with the end of the cucumber pressed against the chest. I
groaned and eased a bit forward to ease the pressure against me, then slowly
rose up and eased the cucumber out of my aching pussy.
I sat back, drawing my knees
up, staring down at my pussy, now closed. I moaned as I ran my leather-covered
fingers lightly across myself. That had been the thickest thing I'd ever tried
to push into my body, but it had been worth it! That had been the most exciting
sexual experience of my life!
Now I needed to clean up. I
groaned as I got to my feet. I posed a few more times before the mirror, then
sighed and went to the bathroom. There I washed the gloves while still on me to
get the slippery baby oil off.
With that done I gently
peeled them off and patted them dry with paper towels. I unzipped the boots and
took them off, then folded up the gloves and slipped them inside before putting
them back in the closet.
I put the halter thing back
in Taylor's lingerie drawer and closed it, then went back to the closet and
cleaned the baby oil off the floor where it had spilled. Everything looked
good, so then I went into the bathroom and washed myself up before getting
dressed.
I trotted back downstairs
and went out back, crossed the yard, then climbed over the fence to my place. I
felt a bit strange, because I'd done something so kinky and outrageous. But
also sort of gleeful and excited because it had been so exciting and given me
such fantastic orgasms.
I felt some guilt, too, but
rationalized it. I hadn't caused any harm and I'd gotten away with it.
At least I hoped I hadn't
caused any harm! My pussy ached for
quite some time! It sure would have been embarrassing to have to go to a doctor
and try to come up with a reason if I'd torn anything in there! Fortunately,
the ache began to ease after a short time.