Tara's Adventures - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5
REFLECTION

Author's Note: Tara's Adventures took a small hiatus as we worked on 'Tara' to
get her permission to publish this chapter (this might very well be published as
a separate short story).  This was in response to a number of reader's requests
for a more in-depth insight into what drove 'Tara' to embrace her BDSM
lifestyle.  We hope this chapter helps our readers understand her psychology.

    Closing my eyelids tightly, hoping my eyes would adjust to the blackness
that surrounds me, only to return to the same dark abyss when they opened.  The
atmosphere that now enveloped me felt warmer as the air seemed humid and thick. 
I could not see the bars of this cage, not even nose on my own face.  It felt as
though I was floating, disembodied, in empty space.  The only sounds I could
hear were that of my beating heart and my short rapid breathing; even these
seemed muted and distant.  Time began to pass more slowly now and I soon became
unable to recall were I was or even if I was.  Were the sounds that I was
hearing real or just aberrations of my lonely lost soul?

    My discomfort bought me back to the reality of my situation.  I needed
to get out of my prone position to give my knees a rest and take the pressure
off my face and crushed breasts pushing into the rubber of the cage's floor.  I
slowly shuffled my knees up higher on my body until my abdomen rested between my
outstretched thighs and my ass cheeks sat lightly on my shackled heels.   These
movements caused the cage to begin to sway as I heard the sound of creaking wood
from overhead.  A feeling of dread overcame me, as I feared the chains holding
the cage aloft might pull from the beam sending both the cage and me crashing to
the stone floor.

    I quieted myself down and held my breath as I waited for the cage to
stop its swaying and the wooden beam to fall silent.  Carefully, I slowly
continued to shift my body, taking care not to cause the cage sway too much. 
After what seemed like an exhaustive eternity, I found my most comfortable
position.  This turned out to be on my back with my shackled hands resting into
the small of my back causing my hips to thrust rudely upwards.  Though somewhat
uncomfortable, it was the least uncomfortable position offered.  This position
also allowed me to rest my knees against the bars taking the pressure off my
ankles but still leaving my pussy opened and well exposed.

    Closing my eyes, I hoped my exhaustion would allow sleep to overcome me
and provide me with a haven away from this awakened nightmare.  However, my mind
betrayed me as images of my sexual servitude continually invaded my thoughts. 
My whole body tingled with erotic sensations; even the sore welts left by the
switch across my ass and thighs seemed to add to my sensual stimulation.  A
warm, moist breeze gently caressed over my sensitive body tickling my
goose-pimpled skin with an erotic tingle.  It felt as though a gentle tongue
stroked ever so lightly over my open, moist pussy and engorged hypersensitive
clit before toying teasingly with my painfully erect nipples.  I felt my sanity
begin to slip away as my sexual frustration mounted without the ability to
satisfy my insistent "itch".  Desperately closing my useless eyes I struggled to
put my current predicament out of my mind and concentrate on the events in my
life that brought me to this end.

    I could never deny to myself that, since puberty, I have been a very
sexual person.  From my first awakening into the world of sexuality, I enjoyed
the sensations I received from my exploits whether solo or shared.  Being born
of parents that came of age during the "Age of Aquarius" through the sixties and
early seventies ensured I was well educated and comfortable with my sexuality. 
They took great pains in educating both my sister and me about the joys,
drawbacks and responsibilities of being sexually active.  As a result, 'dating'
or 'going steady' was not be tolerated until we were juniors in high school.

    This was not to say that we could not go out with boys, just not
exclusively.  We soon learned that this worked out quite well as we could enjoy
the social life of youth without the restrictions of hormone-induced jealousy. 
I was never short of suitors for my affections, I must admit that I was always a
bit of a flirt but never snobbish. I always knew that I was physically
attractive and took great pride in making sure that I kept myself fit and in
shape.  All throughout high school, I enjoyed being part of several of the
school's varsity teams.  This required me to get into the habit of working out
on a regular basis ensuring that my body remained well toned.

    It wasn't until my junior year that I began to explore my sexuality in a
rather more 'hands on' (pardon the pun) manner.  I engaged in quite a bit of
heavy petting and mutual masturbation with a couple of the boys that I was more
intimate with at the time.  It wasn't until the summer vacation break between my
junior and senior year that I officially lost my virginity.  Unofficially I had
lost it to a well-shaped glass rod I had found in my parents attic.  It was
during one of the many bush parties that my social circle gathered to enjoy.  I
decided several days before one of these parties to give up my carnal treasure
to one of boys that I had been spending time with over the previous months.  I
chose to ignore the horror stories of pain I had heard from other girls that had
already taken the plunge.  By the day of the party I found myself flushed with
excitement as butterflies tickled from the inside.

    A couple of cans of beer did help to remove any nagging doubts before I
headed off into the woods with my chosen deflowerer.  Preliminaries were
unimportant, as we had already taken care of that as we sat around the bonfire
with the others.  Just the anticipation of having an actual cock pounding into
my pussy had me in a sexual frenzy.  It did not take long before I was bare
assed, legs splayed wide and bent over a fallen tree with his rigid cock poking
at the entrance of my very moist pussy.  I did feel the pain of its initial push
into my waiting pussy but found that it only added to the erotic feelings that
now filled my mind.  I didn't retreat from the pain but wantonly pushed back
against his cock until I felt his balls brush against my pussy lips and gently
slap my now engorged clit.  He reached forward to grab hold of my wrists pulling
my arms back to use them to pull me back meeting his thrusting cock.  He took
complete control over me and I could do nothing but accept his hard cock as it
pounded into me.

    The total lack of control over what was happening and having my arms
securely held behind me only served to add to my sexual energies.  The whole
scenario that played out that night fuelled the erotic feelings stirring deeply
in my belly.  Taken forcefully from behind in the woods as the voices and
laughter of the party filtered through the trees,  The light from the bonfire
casting an eerie glow around us added to the scene as a rape fantasy played out
in my aroused mind.  These new sensations, running rampant over my body and
mind, overcame me.  I found myself biting my lower lip, suppressing the yelps of
joy trying to escape my lungs.  My whole world seemed to concentrate around my
as I felt a massive orgasm build up within me.

    I was now oblivious to all around me as my body began to shake
uncontrollably, a massive orgasm building deep from within.  I thrust my hips
back onto the cock ravaging me causing my breasts to crush onto the rough bark
of the tree truck.  This encouraged him to pull back on my arms, making my back
arch upwards, his cock thrusting hard into my pussy.  My fully distended nipples
painfully, yet sensually, raked over the rough bark sending an erotic charge
through my body and sending me over the edge.  I clamped my pussy tightly around
his cock as my orgasm washed over me triggering his own orgasm.  The feel of his
hot semen flooding my gripping pussy sent me sexual overload as another orgasm
hit me.  It was then that I experienced my first multiple orgasm, his cock
pulsating inside my pussy, pumping his cum into me.

    I slumped, exhausted, over the fallen tree and mewed lightly as he
slowly withdrew his softening cock from my now sloppy pussy.  My mind, so filled
with desire, drove me to my knees before him as I greedily licked and sucked our
combined juices from is semi-erect cock.  He moaned lightly before proclaiming
what a hot and horny slut I was.  This was the first time someone called me a
slut, at least to my face, but took no offense.  After all, at that moment, that
is exactly how I felt.  A wanton slut bathed in the afterglow of unbridled
passion.  Just the thought of being held firmly, while being treated like a hot,
horny slut added to the erotic desires that seemed to fill my being.

    When we returned to the others, our smiles of carnal satisfaction must
have obvious as the other girls stared and giggled, as they whispered amongst
themselves.  The boys merely flashed an upturned thumb and a wink towards my
well-satisfied partner.  That night was but one of many other couplings that I
engaged in that summer as my sexual awakening came into full bloom.  I still
didn't want to get into an exclusive relationship at such a young age so spread
my charms around to several different guys.  I found that I really did enjoy the
recreationally casual sex.  Whenever my wrists or ankles were tightly held while
getting my pussy thoroughly pounded by a cock I would loose control and become
that wanton slut.  The feel of hands tightly holding my head as a cock pushed
deeply into my mouth would find me hungrily sucking it to the back of my throat.

    It wasn't long before I found myself fantasizing about having two, and
sometimes three, different men using me in a sordid sexual tag team match.  I
would lay in bed at night dreaming about having my arms pulled behind me while
one would pound into me from behind while another held my head up while forcing
his cock into my throat.  On these nights, my special glass rod would get a good
workout. I spent many a night lying in bed with my legs spread wide, ass
stuck-up high and my face buried in my pillow to muffle my screaming ecstasy. 
Both hands would be between my legs, one plunging the rod into my juicy pussy
and the other playing madly with my clit, giving me that added feeling of being
controlled.  I would also feed my feet through the bars at the foot of my bed to
prevent me from pulling my legs together as I played out my fantasies.

    Summer seemed to end all too quickly meaning my sexual partners moved
out of town to attend university (they had been seniors).  By the time school
started up again, my mind moved from my wanton sexual desires of summer to
academic desires.  I was determined to do my best during my senior year to
ensure getting into the best university possible.  I dove into the books and
sports with that same gusto that I used in my recent sexual exploits.  By the
time my senior year was winding down, I was at the top of my class and had
received scholarship offers from several universities.  All the offers were for
split sport/academic scholarships except one that was for a full academic
scholarship.  I immediately took the academic scholarship as it was for the
university I really wanted to attend and I wouldn't have to split my focus.  I
felt the luckiest girl in the world but it only got better.  One of my teachers
referred me to a marketing company that was looking for summer help.  I went for
the interview and given the job on the spot.  It paid quite a lot more than the
jobs my friends were getting at the mall meaning I would have the necessary
funds to afford off-campus housing.

    I was able to find an apartment not far from the university (a little
more than I needed it had two bedrooms) in a small building with eight
apartments.  The whole building was full of students with me being the only
freshman without a roommate.  I soon gained the reputation of being a rich,
stuck-up brat due to my desire to put my nose to the grindstone and not
socialize all that much.  All I seemed to do was study, workout at the gym and
sleep.  My hard work paid off as an offer for a summer internship with another
marketing company, close the university, enabled me to keep the apartment during
the summer.  This internship did not pay as well as the position the summer
previous but I figured if I had to I could get a roommate for the school year.

    By mid-August, I realized I would need a roommate in order to make it
through the year and posted a listing with the campus housing office.  My
reputation from the previous year must have been worse than I thought as two
weeks went by without so much as a phone call.  I was starting to worry that I
would not be able to afford staying in my apartment or have to break down and
ask my parents for some financial support.  I knew they would be more than happy
to help but I wanted to do this on my own and show my independence.

    It was the first Saturday of September, my internship had just ended,
and the school year was set to begin yet still no roommate.  The world beating
elation of the previous September was gone, replaced now by the reality of
asking for help from my parents.  As I sat, staring at my phone, trying to
formulate how I would ask for salvation an unaccustomed knock came to my door. 
I nearly jumped out of my chair with fright from the unaccustomed sound.  I sat
thinking it must be someone who stopped at the wrong door when the knocking came
again but this time more insistent.  I walked to the door indignant at the
unwelcome intrusion ready to give the intruder a peace of my mind for
interrupting.

    I swung open the door with a scowl on my face only to be greeted by an
inviting smile and an outstretched hand.  I hesitantly took the hand offered as
my scowl turned to bewilderment.  The smile soon turned to a questioning
expression as she inquired if she had the right address.  She quickly pointed
out that the housing office of the university gave her this address and held up
the card showing that I was looking for a roommate.  I nearly yanked her arm out
of its socket as I pulled her into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. 
The confused look on her face started me laughing, she to giggled nervously with
me.  Once I came to my senses, I invited her to sit down and offered her
something to drink as I quickly began to babble my explanation.  She must have
thought of me as a crazy woman.

    I managed to calm down and show her around the apartment while
explaining everything with more clarity.  After the tour, we sat in the living
room and talked a little over a glass of wine.  Cindy explained that she had
just transferred from another university and was desperately seeking a place to
live.  She half expected to have to live in some "Animal House" but was thankful
for her good fortune in finding me.  I told her she could move in immediately
and she handed me an envelope that contained enough money to pay her rent for
four months.  We ended up talking until late into the night while finishing off
the better part of three bottles of wine.  My couch, though comfortable to sit
on, wasn't really much for sleeping on so I offered Cindy the opportunity to
share my large bed.  She readily agreed as long as I didn't mind her sleeping in
the nude.  C'est la vie.  I had no recollection of Cindy coming to bed as I had
passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.  It was in the morning that I got
a good look at my new roommate.

    The sound of clanging coming from the kitchen woke me up and I almost
called the police before I realized that it must be Cindy.  I slowly pulled my
throbbing head out of bed and wrapped my robe around me before making my way out
to the kitchen.  I stopped in my tracks when I stepped into the kitchen to see
Cindy bare-ass naked, bent over looking through my cupboards.  When she saw me
standing in the doorway she slowly stood turning to face me before nonchalantly
greeting me with a good morning and a smile.  I mumbled a good morning as I
stood open-mouthed taking in the vision before me.  Cindy stood slightly taller
than I did with a slimmer figure (almost boyish hips), long shapely legs and a
well-toned body that glowed with a honey coloured tan.  Looking at her breasts,
I noticed the lack of tan lines, in fact there wasn't a tan line on her whole
body.  Though not as prominent as mine, her breasts stood proudly on her chest
capped by large dark nipples that now stood erect.  I found her short black
hair, though slightly messy, sensually framed her well-chiseled facial features
giving her that super-model look.  Her full lips and dark eyes gave her an
exotic, mysterious air that stirred something deep within me.

      I could tell Cindy must workout at least as religiously as me just by
looking at her flat well defined stomach, toned legs and upper body as well as
her firm breasts.  What really caught my attention and tweaked my curiosity was
the fact that her body seemed to be devoid of any hair, even around her smooth,
tanned pussy.  I must have been a sight standing there dumb-founded with my
mouth gaping open as she coyly apologized for her nakedness.  I stammered an
apology for staring and reassured her that her appearance did not offend. 
That's when Cindy quickly explained to me that she had become use to the freedom
of walking around naked while at home but would cover-up if it made me feel more
comfortable.  I explained to her that the apartment was just as much her home as
mine, so she could wear whatever she felt like.  After all, she had a great body
and she had absolutely no reason to be ashamed just to cover-up when I had
guests over (like that ever happened).

    She just smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders before turning back to
continue with her exploration of the kitchen.  I made us breakfast as she
continued her self-guided tour of the apartment and made several phone calls to
arrange for her things to be delivered.  It wasn't until late afternoon before
we managed to get Cindy settled into our apartment and she offered to pay for
dinner at a local pub.  We spent the evening at the pub eating, drinking and
getting to know each other before making our way back home at the 'wee hours'. 
I could tell that Cindy and I would be getting along as we shared many of the
same interests however, she did seem to be worldlier.

     I found second year much easier as I was now quite accustomed to the
extra demands of university life.  With Cindy becoming a close friend and her
guidance, my social life came back to life.  I was able to keep my good grades
while enjoying the recreational opportunities that university life offered.  It
wasn't long after Cindy moved in that I found myself spending most of my time
running around the apartment just as naked as she does.  Eventually I also
removed most of my pubic hair, leaving a light, downy strip just above my pussy
lips.  Even the other girls from the building became accustomed to our nakedness
when ever they dropped by our apartment.  We would always cover-up whenever any
of the guys would drop by but always leaving enough showing to be tantalizing. 
Sexually I wasn't very active but Cindy seemed to take every opportunity to
enjoy the company of a willing partner.  As time wore on Cindy became more and
more touchy-feely towards me as we spent time alone in the apartment.  It wasn't
until much later that it donned on me that she had been preparing me for what
was to happen during the second semester.

    One of our Professors unwittingly played into her hand as she arranged a
little surprise for me.  It was during our communications course that we were
required to do a paper on "thinking outside the box".  The Professor had
prepared several different scenarios for us to work within.  Each scenario had
several tasks we were to perform over a four-hour period.  Afterwards, we were
to write a report on our experiences and describe how we overcame the obstacles
put before us.  Each of us received a plain brown bag that contained our
instructions and props that we would need.  We were not to look into the bags
until Saturday (it was Friday) just before we were ready to begin tasks.  Cindy,
unable to contain her curiosity, snuck a peek into our bags while I slept. 
Knowing what my scenario would be she decided to spring her trap.  She took this
opportunity to make a few alterations to my bag's contents and make a few
changes to the instructions.

    The next morning I awoke quite excited about what the bags held for us. 
Cindy insisted that we have breakfast before checking them out.  After all, the
Prof did tell us only to open the bags when we were ready to begin our
experiment.  We silently and quickly finished our breakfast before rushing naked
into living room to begin the tasks the bags held.  Cindy was first to spread
the content of her bag out onto the coffee table which contained only a strange
pair of sunglasses and a sheet of paper with instructions printed on it.  She
tried on the glasses first to discover their dark lenses nearly blocked all her
forward vision.  However strategically placed mirrors to the side (somewhat like
the tiny mirrors cyclists use to see the traffic behind) allowed her to see to
her rear.  Her first instruction was to put the glasses on before continuing
with the other instructions.  That is when we decided it would probably be best
if she did her experiment first, then I would carry out my own.

    With her special glasses on it difficult to make out the other
instructions, as she had to read them right to left.  The next instruction did
not allow her any assistant from another person.  The rest of the page contained
rather mundane sounding tasks that she was to perform before the experiment was
over.  There was a four-hour time limit imposed on all of us but Cindy soon
became accustomed to her new situation and moved comfortably within her new
backwards world and completed her tasks in under three hours.  The tasks
included dialing several phone numbers and leaving a given message, watching one
of several available television programs, making a meal (she used another mirror
for this) and just generally go through everyday tasks.

    It was now my turn to begin my experiment of 'thinking outside the box'
and dumped the contents of my bag out onto the table.  My bag contained printed
instructions, a couple of small fabric bags with buckles around their openings
and a small padlock.  I was to put my hands into the bags and buckle them
tightly around my wrists before locking them behind my back.  For this, I could
get assistance but had to complete my tasks on my own.  I decided to try to get
both bags on myself even to lock them behind my back.  The first bag was easy to
do but they were so small I had to close my hands into tight fists.  After
buckling the first one, I had to use my teeth to pull the other buckle tight and
my now clubbed other hand to fit its fastener into the hole.  I was surprised
how easily I was able to fit the lock through the two d-rings on the wrist
straps and lock it behind my back.  The lock held my wrists tightly together
forcing my shoulder back slightly causing my breasts to jut outward.  I felt
myself flush, not from embarrassment but excitement as I felt butterflies
fluttering in my stomach.  I looked at myself in the mirror to see my arms
disappearing behind me, my breasts standing up proudly on my chest their large
nipples almost fully erect.  I felt myself begin to daydream as my fantasy of
being 'taken' by two men at once filled my mind.

    Cindy brought me back reality asking me how it felt to have my hands
bound behind me.  I turned, with a smile on my face, and told her how it felt
kind of kinky and exciting.  Her face flushed also as she smiled up at me from
the couch with an unusual twinkle in her eye.  I dismissed her current state
along with her very erect nipples as a reaction to an embarrassing situation. 
After all, we were both still butt naked and this did seem to have sexual
overtones.  I soon became quite agile at functioning without the use of my hands
using my feet mostly but also my nose, chin and mouth.  Making a meal must have
been quite comical as Cindy spent most of that time laughing at my attempt to
make a sandwich.  I finished my tasks in just over three hours and figured it
took me longer than Cindy due to her constantly getting in my way.  She seemed
to be bumping into me and teasing me with her fingers at every opportunity.  I
must admit it was kind of fun, in a kinky sort of way, having Cindy teasing and
taking advantage of my restrained state.

    Now that I was finished with my experiment, it was time to get out of my
bonds and a thought shot through me like a bullet.  I don't recall seeing any
key for the lock that held my wrists tightly together.  Panic overcame me as I
shouted at Cindy to help me find the key for the lock.  Cindy checked the bag,
table and under the couch cushions while I got down on knees searching the floor
and under the couch.  Suddenly a warm hand stroked my upturned bottom and I spun
around to see Cindy smiling with that same twinkle in her eyes that she had
earlier.

    It was obvious that the key was missing and Cindy suggested that she go
and get the key from the Professor.  I sat down on the floor with a sigh and
agreed that would be the only way to solve my problem.  I would be stuck in my
present condition until her returned.  I did have one other problem.  I had not
eaten since breakfast and my stomach was now growling from hunger.  Cindy solved
my problem by retrieving the sandwich I had made from the kitchen and feeding
me, helping me wash it down with some wine (which helped to calm my nerves). 
She then helped me back onto couch before going to her bedroom to get dressed.

    She quickly returned dressed to go out and seek out the key but seemed
to be hiding something behind her back.  My heart fluttered thinking she had the
key and was just playing a little joke on me.  Instead, she showed me a pair of
her shoes that she had been trying to get me to wear for sometime but I always
gracefully declined.  They were sexy strappy sandals with wide straps that
wrapped seductively around the ankle and were quite cute but I thought the
five-inch stiletto heels would be too much for me.  She now had a captive
audience and she refused to listen to my protests as she knelt down in front of
me and put these shoes on my feet.  I must admit that they did make my feet look
very sexy and I felt a sensual tingle overcome me as she tightly buckled the
straps around my ankles.  She helped me up off the couch and steadied me before
guiding me over to the full-length mirror.  I admitted that they did look sexy
as they accentuated my well-toned legs.  I stood there admiring how these shoes
made my legs look so long and caused me to stand in such a way as to make
everything look tighter and firmer.  The only drawback was that my feet soon
grew tired and strained standing on such high heels that I was not use to.

    While I allowed vanity to occupy me, Cindy scurried around setting up a
chair and small table in front of the television.  She reasoned that the chair
would be easier for me to get up from, if need be, and I could hook my bound
arms over the back so as not to have them digging into my back.  She placed the
remote for the TV and VCR, within easy reach of my nose on the small table.  She
then placed the rest of the bottle of wine, with several interconnected straws
sticking well out of it, next to the remotes.  She turned on the TV and plugged
a tape into the VCR before checking to see if I needed anything else.  Besides
the key, I couldn't think of anything and just pleaded with her to hurry back. 
Cindy flashed me a comforting smile, gave me a quick peak on the cheek and
grabbed her coat rushing out of the apartment.

    I sat there in silence listening to her footsteps disappear down the
hallway wondering how much longer I would have to wait for my release.  Little
did I know just how long it would be before my final release would come.  I
tested the straw, happy to see it work just fine, and found the wine helped me
relax a little.  I gradually flicked through the stations only to discover how
little there was to watch on a Saturday afternoon unless it was sports or kiddy
shows.  I decided to switch to the movie Cindy had placed in the VCR realizing I
forgot to ask her what it was.  Once the movie began to playing it was obvious
that Cindy had plugged in some sort of sex tape.  Not only a sex tape but also a
fetish tape.  The scene that played out before me was that of some poor girl
having her hands strapped high over her head to a post by what I could only
describe as an 'Amazon'.  Her legs were then spread wide and shackled to long
metal bar causing her whole body to stretch taught.  I sucked in a deep breath
of surprise when I noticed she was wearing the exact same shoes that now graced
my feet.

    I found myself transfixed as this 'Amazon' circled the hapless girl
teasing her with the strands of a flogger while describing what she would be
doing to her.  This dominatrix wore only tight leather boots (that ran up to her
mid-thigh) with stiletto heels that must have been at least six-inches high, a
g-sting (barely covering her pussy) and tight leather opera gloves, all in
black.  I must admit that she had a sexy firm, well-tone body that showed no
signs of fat with amble breasts standing proudly on her chest.  I soon found my
own pussy beginning to moisten and my nipples begin to stiffen.  I was almost
disgusted with myself for allowing this 'movie' to excite me.  I quickly bent
down to hit the stop button on the remote but in my haste managed to knock the
remote off the table and on to the floor.  To add to my problems the back of the
remote flew off sending its batteries flying.

    I immediately pushed myself up off the chair, forgetting about the tall
heels, and almost fell flat on my face.  I walked over to the where the TV and
VCR were only to discover I couldn't reach the VCR, on it's shelf behind the
television, without the use of my hands.  I then knelt down on one knee in front
of the TV before bending down to open its front control panel only to discover
it jammed closed.  I slumped, almost crying, wondering what else could possibly
go wrong today.  This whole time the movie progressed and now the hapless girl
was receiving a flogging from her tormenter, or so I thought until I heard her
moaning in what could only be described as pleasure.  I returned to my chair and
sat down with my bound arms hooked behind its back.  I found myself almost
hypnotized by what I was witnessing on the screen, leaning over to take large
gulps from the wine bottle.

    I was definitely reacting to the 'movie' playing on my television.  It
was not disgust, more of a feeling of sexual desire.  My whole body tingled with
a warm, erotic glow as I felt my pussy begin to twitch and my nipples harden
almost painfully.  I watched things happen on the screen that I never imagined
in my wildest fantasies as the 'Amazon' tease the girl into a sexual frenzy
before applying some other form of torture.  What surprised me more than
anything was the fact that the girl wasn't begging for her tormenter to stop but
rather for more of the 'Amazon's' manipulations as well as permission for
orgasmic release.  The girl was constantly strapped to different apparatus as
the 'Amazon' continued to use and torment her.

    By now, I was well into the bottle of wine and feeling its effects when
suddenly the mood of the movie changed.  Four men burst into the room, seized
the 'Amazon', and strapped her down just as she did to the girl.  These four men
now began to use the two women for their own sexual gratification while
continuing with the BDSM games.  The movie was now playing to my fantasies as I
watched each woman taking one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy while
being held helpless.  My eyes almost jumped out of my head as I watched the men
pull out of their pussies and begin to push their cocks into each asshole before
them.  The idea of anal sex always disgusted me in the past but now I found
myself transfixed by what I was witnessing on the screen.

    I found my mind and body awash with extreme sexual desire as my pussy
was now very moist and beginning to twitch.  My hands uselessly trapped behind
my back caused me even further frustration.  Crossing my legs, I squeezed my
thighs together while trying desperately to get enough friction against my clit
to achieve the orgasm I now longed for.  As the movie came to an end sexual
desire and wine completely clouded my mind.  I felt frustrated and cheated as
the screen flicked and filled with snow as static screamed from the speakers. 
The annoying sound coming from the speakers helped to calm my desire as the tape
wound towards its end.  I sat staring blankly at the TV's screen, uncrossing my
legs, hoping to be able to calm myself down and allowing my twitching pussy to
cool slightly.

    I could not remember ever feeling so completely overcome by desire as I
felt at this time.  The feeling of the cool air in the apartment as it caressed
my naked body, teasing my large erect nipples and engorged, throbbing clit.  I
stood as the tape reached its end and the VCR automatically started to rewind. 
I found the restraining of my arms surprisingly erotic and natural.  Walking
around the room with these heels so deliciously strapped tightly around my
ankles added to the erotic desires coursing within my being.  All these feeling
were new to me; I became captive to their intoxicating power.  The shoes made me
feel so sexy, despite the painful unaccustomed pressure on my feet; my fettered
hands holding me captive.  I walked around the apartment watching myself vainly
in the large full-length as I felt the delicious tingle rush over my sensitive
body.  The apartment now seemed bathed in a dark haze as the only illumination
came from the kitchen light and TV screen.

    I nearly jumped out of my skin with the loud rap on the door to the
apartment, barely catching myself before letting out a shriek of surprise.  I
heard the voice of one of the other girls in the building shout through the door
to see if we were in just as I noticed that Cindy had forgotten to lock up as
she left.  My entire focus now changed to the door as fear of discovery overtook
my very being.  My heart pounded as I silently tiptoed my way towards the door
in hopes of hiding undiscovered should she try to open the door.  As I
approached, I saw the knob begin to turn causing me to freeze just feet from the
door from fear of discovery.  I felt as a deer caught in the headlights of an
approaching vehicle.  A saving voice shouting down the hallway caused the person
on the other side of the door to release the knob and move down the hallway.  I
wasted little time in closing on the door and reaching down with my mouth to
twist the lock closed.  Standing up, I leaned against the door as I let out a
low sigh of relief while silently begging for Cindy's return.

    The VCR was now finished rewinding the tape and had begun to replay its
tape, to my dismay.  The scene playing out on the tape no longer held my
interest as my bladder screamed its discomfort and demanded my attention. 
Luckily, I made my way to the toilet before it decided to punish me for my lack
of attention.  This brought another problem; how could I wipe up without use of
my hands.  I sat on the toilet for a few moments before the idea came to me. 
Using my teeth, I grabbed a towel from the rack and carefully placed it over the
edge of the bathtub.  Straddling the tubs edge I lightly rubbed myself dry. 
This resulted in two effects, one to dry my rather wet pussy and the other to
re-stimulate my already sensitive clit.  Another idea came to me.  I grabbed
another towel from the rack between my teeth, returned to the living room and
placed it over one arm of the couch just as I did with the bathtub.  Now I would
be able to relieve that sexual tension that has built up deep within me.

    It took a bit of maneuvering on my part, but I did manage to get my
pussy positioned over the towel-covered arm of the couch.  I now had one leg
bent and stretched out over the cushions, the other planted firmly on the floor
beside the couch.  My attention moved to the action unfolding on the screen as I
slowly lowered my needy pussy onto the arm of the couch.  It wasn't long before
the scenes playing out before on the screen had me grinding my pussy into the
couch's arm.  I was soon into my own world of sexual fantasy as I closed my eyes
allowing the sounds from the movie guide me.  I visualized myself as the girl
being dominated by the 'Amazon', my hands restrained and my ankles straps
holding my legs wide.  I could feel the flogger sensually stroking against my
body as clamps squeezed my sensitive nipples.  Every time I reached the brink of
orgasm, I would deny myself as I heard the girl in the movie beg to be 'allowed
to cum'.  I felt like I took on her persona, denying myself, begging myself for
release.  Finally I could not take anymore and allowed myself to go over the
edge sending the most intense orgasm I had ever felt wrack my mind and body. 
Close to unconsciousness, I saw the door open and Cindy walk through.

    My eyes shot open greeted by empty blackness, my body soaked in sweat. 
I was lost in my black universe, turning my head looking for light to find none. 
Slowly I realized I was back in my hanging cage still surrounded by the
lightless cell.  Did I sleep and dream or was I simply lost in a past fantasy. 
My mind was swimming in confusion as I tried to come to grips with my new world. 
I couldn't shake my desire for sexual contact, my pussy's juices flowing freely
down over my asshole before pooling on the bottom of the cage and covering my
ass cheeks.  I must surely have gone insane as I craved sexual contact of any
kind, whether from a man, a woman or inanimate object.  Unable to satisfy
myself, my legs splayed wide, I soon found myself begging aloud for sexual
contact.  My voice reverberated off the walls of the cells knowing that someone
must be listening for my ultimate surrender.  Still part of my mind could not
believe the words that it heard as I plead to be subjected to their will, if
only they would grant me my wish.

    My pleas fell on deaf ears as my voice grew hoarse and tears flowed
freely from my eyes down the side of my head, filling my ears and dulling the
sound.  Exhaustion overcame me; my mind began to drift once again and I soon
found myself back in my college apartment with Cindy.  Cindy explained how she
had checked out our bags the night before and decided to take advantage of the
situation.  Being a Psychology major and having a bondage fetish, she decided to
do a little experiment on her own.  She felt I would make a perfect subject as
she felt I had a leaning towards the BDSM lifestyle.  She had removed the simple
drawstrings from the fabric bags and glued on the straps, with d-rings, and
added the lock to the bag.  The movie was one that she had kept from one of her
previous boyfriends and wanted to find out what my reactions would be to it. 
She was confident that I would find it rather stimulating scenario considering
the fantasies that I had confided to her.

    Over the next couple of years, Cindy's true submissive nature became
obvious to me as she constantly begged me to use her restraint collection on
her.  Though I found it rather stimulating to bind her in the varying positions
she requested, I found myself wanting to re-experience those helpless, erotic
feelings.  I experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life that day Cindy
left me alone and handcuffed in our apartment with the bondage movie playing out
before me.  I'm embarrassed to admit my true submissive nature considering how I
always portrayed myself as a confident, self-assured person, always in control
of my life.  We played our bondage games, alone in the safety of our apartment,
soon taking turns dominating the other with the use of cuffs and chains.  Even
though we experimented with lesbian sex, we both had to admit that we preferred
the company of men.  We both found it extremely exciting being bound to our beds
and helpless until the other decided release them.  Upon reflection, I can see
now that Cindy controlled our games and I merely followed Cindy's orders.

    I now realize that Cindy controlled me completely outside of my studies. 
My wardrobe changed dramatically.  When we went shopping, Cindy would always
ensure that I picked tighter, more revealing clothing.  She constantly worked at
trying to get me to buy shoes with higher heels but I always steadfastly refused
but compromised when I bought some four-inch heels (only because of their
delicious ankle straps).  My social life changed for the best under Cindy's
tutelage as the weekends would find us at many of the clubs that surrounded the
university.  We both fell into a schedule that allowed for studies while most
weekends were for fun.  I was able to keep my grades high and helped Cindy raise
her own over the time we lived together.  We were never wanting for male
companionship but also always enjoyed our occasional bondage induced liaisons
together.  We gained reputations of being a little on the wild side as stories
of our liking for bondage games spread.  No one seemed to look down on us but
rather found ourselves approached by many of the other students (mostly girls)
wanting more information on the lure of bondage.

    All good things seem to have to end.  Graduation day was approaching and
Cindy and I were destined to go in different directions.  I was graduating at
the top of my marketing class, receiving a scholarship offer to continue my
studies and go for a MBA.  Cindy was planning to take her psychology degree,
with her improved grades, to the west coast and make a life for herself.  It
would be hard to see such a good friend leave but we promised to keep in touch
and try to get together as often as we could.  However, we still had one last
opportunity to have a final blast together.  Cindy suggested that we buy new
outfits for the graduation parties that were coming up and I was more than
pleased to put myself in the hands of my good friend.  I wasn't quite sure we
would be able to find anything suitable so close to graduation day but Cindy
assured me that she knew of a shop that would be able to help us.

    Cindy drove us to a shop that we had gone to a couple times before and
assured me that the manager would be able to supply us with all we needed.  It
wasn't long after we arrived in the shop that a statuesque young woman
approached exquisitely dressed in a tight leather skirt that came to mid thigh. 
Her long, shapely legs encased in glimmering black hose while her feet were
seductively strapped into the same four-inch heels that I wore.  Her black satin
blouse shimmered in the lights as she moved, its well-tailored cut hinting at
her flat stomach and well rounded firm breasts.  I could tell she wore no bra by
the delicious way her breasts swayed and the slight outline of her nipples
against the fabric.  Her face was made-up impeccably accenting her full lips,
high cheekbones and piercing pale blue eyes made even more pronounced by jet
black hair framing her face.  She extended her hand and greeted Cindy with a
smile then turning to me took my hand in hers and introduced herself as Stacy,
the store's manager.

    Stacy led us around her store, stopping to load up my arms with
different accessories, ignoring any of the many outfits that were available.  I
finally had to stop her and ask about finding an outfit before choosing the
accents.  She turned to face me with a broad smile and informed me that she had
already taken the liberty to pick out my outfit and it was waiting for me in the
fitting room.  That's when I found out that Cindy had already arranged my
shopping trip beforehand with Stacy.  A couple of days previous she picked up
her outfit and supplied all the necessary measurements for my outfit.

    They led me to the back of the store and into a locked fitting room
before leaving me to change into my new outfit.  There I found a long black
evening gown, made from a thin slinky fabric as light as feathers hanging by its
spaghetti straps.  I lifted it in my hands, feeling the silky material in my
hands, watching it glimmer in the lights like a thousand stars against a
blackened sky.  I felt my body tingle as I caressed this dress imagining how it
would feel against my warm skin.  Turning it around I saw the thin straps
criss-crossing the open back and the slits up both sides that ran almost to the
hips.  I fell in love with this gown, I had to have it, and then my heart was
broken when I saw the price tag.  There was no way I could afford to buy this
gown but decided to try it on anyway to see how I looked in it just this once.

    I stripped down to my underwear and realized that I would not be able to
wear a bra with this gown, so removed that as well.  I pulled on the hose that
Stacy had selected for me and found their shimmering texture stimulating on my
legs, their wide lacy tops riding to the tops of my thighs.  I then noticed the
tiny thong Stacy had selected for me.  I held the tiny piece of fabric in my
hands for several moments before realizing I was holding a g-string that
appeared excessively small to be of any use.  I simply shrugged, removed my
panties and pulled on this tiny piece of fabric.  Once positioned properly, the
small triangle of fabric formed perfectly over my mons, cupping it seductively
in its silken palm.  Its thin strings pulled the fabric triangle tightly against
my tingling pussy as they rode over my hips, joining at the small of my back
before disappearing deeply into the crack of my ass.  I was amazed at how
sensual this g-string felt without being uncomfortable.  I stepped into my heels
before stepping in front of the mirror to ensure my undergarments were straight
and proper.  I flushed with excitement, my nipples now large and erect, as I
took in my exotic new look.

        The gown came next as my shaking hands carefully removed it from
its hanger before lifting it over my head and allowing it to slowly flow down my
body.  I needed to give it a tug over my breasts as the cut fit snuggly to my
stomach, waist and hips.  Smoothing the gown down, it flowed over my butt,
seductively clinging to my legs.  I walked in front of the large mirrored wall
of the fitting room watching the side slits brush open just enough to sensuously
expose my well-toned legs, showing a little of the lace tops of my stockings. 
Its open back, save for the crossing straps, came to just above the cleavage of
my ass.  I needed to get this gown but money was a problem.  I knew I could call
my parents and they would eagerly pay for the gown but I always wanted to do it
on my own, without their help, to prove to myself how independent I was.  I
wasn't quite sure how I was going to do it but I knew that I would find some way
to have this gown for next week's graduation.  That's when it came to me; I
could work off the difference between the price and how much money I could
afford to spend.

    The door to the fitting room opened and in walked Cindy and Stacy to
inspect their latest 'creation'.  They both pulled at and smoothed down my gown
while gushing at how sexy I looked, how men would be putty in my hands.  Stacy
looked down at my feet and slowly shook her head while tsk tsking her obvious
disapproval with my footwear.  Without another word, Stacy turned and left Cindy
and me in the fitting room.  Cindy continued to smooth my gown in a rather bold
manner, running her hands lightly over my breasts, ass and legs.  Never once did
I protest, as my sensitive body tingled from her sensual caresses.  All I seemed
to worry about was how I could afford such an expensive, exotic garment.  Cindy
lightly placed a finger to my lips to silence me.  She reassured me that Stacy
always found a way for her 'good customers' to afford her creations.

    My knees were close to buckling when the door opened and Stacy
re-entered the fitting room.  My current condition already ensured that I would
have to purchase the g-string I was wearing and most likely the stockings as
well.  Stacy held out a pair of heels and ordered me to put them on.  Their
heels must have been at least five-inches high.  I tried to explain how I found
heels that high painful and difficult to walk in.  She would have none of that
as she pushed the shoes at me pointing for me to sit on the stool in the room. 
Confused, I sat back on the stool with the shoes in hand, as both Stacy and
Cindy knelt before me.  They pulled my shoes from my feet before taking these
new shoes from me and slipping my feet into them.  I must admit they made my
feet look exquisite.  The gleaming leather of the shoes felt kid soft against my
feet.  A half-inch strap held the toes secure while quarter-inch straps
criss-crossed over the top of my foot connecting to a tongue running up and over
the heel.  One-inch wide straps buckled tightly around my ankles to hold the
heel tongues against the back of my feet.  The feel of having the straps wrapped
tightly around my ankles sent a tingling chill up my legs to my pussy.

    Cindy and Stacy took hold of each of my hands, helping me to my feet,
surprising me with the comfort these shoes afforded.  The short platforms
cushioned the balls of my feet while helping to hold my feet stable within the
shoes.  I walked around the small room, watching myself in the mirrors, gaining
confidence walking on these unaccustomed high heels.  Cindy produced two wide,
black (with a lovely pearl finish) bracelets from the pile of accessories and
latched them around my wrists.  A matching choker, with a pretty cameo hiding
the locking mechanism, followed.  I stood before the mirrors admiring the full
effect and thought how sexy and inviting I looked.  Stacy stood behind me,
looking over my shoulder as she made minute adjustments to my outfit.  She also
took liberties with my stimulated body as her hands lightly brushed over my
erect nipples.  My mind seemed muddled as an almost inaudible moan escaped my
lips.

      Stacy remained behind me with her hands resting lightly on my hips as
she quietly whispered into my ear.  Her warm, moist breath on my naked neck sent
another tingle through my body as she explained her terms of payment.  She
required only two services from me in return for my complete outfit.  The first
was that I would promise to ensure everyone I talked to at the graduation
festivities knew where I 'bought' my outfit.  The second service I would be
performing for her that very day in the store.  Stacy did not bother to
elaborate, only turned and gathered up everything before leaving the fitting
room.  I figured she had some work for me to do in her store and decided to wait
for her return.

    Cindy helped me pull the gown up my body and over my head and carefully
put it back onto its hanger.  I now stood half-naked and looked around the
fitting room for the clothes I wore to the store.  They were gone, supposedly
scooped up with the rest of stuff Stacy removed.  Suddenly I felt Cindy's hands
on my wrists as she pulled them behind my back and I heard a 'click'.  My
wrists, now securely locked, held my arms pinned behind my back.  I felt Cindy's
body press against my back as she reached around to cup my bared breasts into
the palms of her hands.  She gently pinched my nipples between her fingers and
thumbs eliciting a moan of pleasure from my mouth.  She seductively whispered
into my ear that I could make as much noise as I wanted as the room was
soundproofed.  I now understood what the second term of the purchase would be.

    A slight pressure by Cindy on my shoulders guided me down to my knees as
I felt desire wash over me.  I found myself unable to resist Cindy as the
overpowering eroticism of restraint filled me with a need I could not deny. 
Cindy only added to my submissiveness by latching my ankles together sending
another tingle to my pussy.  I felt my clit begin to grow as my pussy juices
flowed freely.  Stacy silently re-entered the room and allowed her skirt to slip
to the floor.  She stepped in front of me before pushing my head backwards to
look into my lust filled eyes as she flashed a greedy smile at me.  Lifting a
heeled foot onto a small stool, she exposed her clean-shaven, glistening pussy
to me.  Cindy knelt down behind me, forcing my legs wide before reclaiming her
hold on my breasts to tease my sensitive erect nipples.  Payment was now due and
if I had any doubt about the currency that soon disappeared.  Stacy grabbed hold
of my hair pulling my head towards her smooth, naked pussy.  This, by far, was
not the first time I found myself facing another woman's pussy but never having
just met her an hour previous, let alone in the fitting room of a store.  It was
comforting to know Cindy was there; more so, because of the constant stimulation
she now applied to my sensitive nipples and well juiced pussy.

    It was obvious what state of mind Stacy had when she entered the room. 
Within minutes, I had her moaning loudly as she ground my face to her crotch,
her hips bucking her pussy against my mouth and onto my tongue. She was not the
only one to enjoy a major climax as Cindy managed to work me into a frenzied
orgasm as well.  Pussy juices now covered both sets of my lips as Stacy released
my head and slumped against the wall behind her.  I remained kneeing on the
floor, my head bobbing, as my pussy twitched from the afterglow of orgasm.  Once
Stacy's breathing returned to normal, she put her skirt back on and left the
fitting room.  No sooner was she through the door that Cindy took up Stacy's
previous position and availed herself of my tongues charms.

    My tongue made short work of Cindy's pussy and clit as I brought her to
a screaming orgasm in only minutes.  Cindy had just slumped against the wall
when Stacy returned carrying a towel and my clothes.  She silently gathered up
my new dress and left to wrap it up for me.  Cindy gathered her wits about her
and released my wrists and ankles to allow me to wipe up the pussy juices that
now coated my face, chest and crotch.  Cindy allowed me only my skirt and thin
crop top, refusing me the shoes I had worn to the store and my bra.  She thought
it better that I received practice wearing my new things in public.  I had no
choice but to agree with her but found having my ankles, wrists and neck tightly
wrapped made me feel so sexy.

    Cindy and I took several minutes in front of the fitting room's mirror
to redo our smeared make-up.  That is when I noticed how my dark, bare areoles
and nipples showed through the material of my top.  I forgot how thin the
stretchy material was and begged Cindy to allow me my bra.  She only giggled at
my pleas and told me I needed to get use to it considering I would not be able
to wear a bra with the dress.  I had never been out in public feeling so exposed
and found myself begin to flush as we stepped out into the store.

    We met Stacy at the counter where she handed me my dress and another bag
with some extra stockings and g-strings.  I saw her eyes flash down to my chest
and followed her stare to discover my nipples erect and straining against their
thin covering.  This made me even more self-conscious of my perceived nakedness
causing me to flush once again.  Every step I took in these high heels made my
breasts jiggle invitingly, keeping my nipples erect and poking out.  Cindy
decided, cruelly, that she wanted to do some more shopping and seemed content to
parade me around the mall, walking by every male she could see.  Over time, as
we walked around the mall I became quite accustomed to my new shoes as well as
the attention I was receiving.  I found myself walking just behind Cindy
fantasizing about being lead around by a leash with my hands locked behind me.

    By the time left the mall and reached the car, I felt a tingle
throughout my body and my pussy seemed to twitch with an erotic inch. 
Thankfully, Cindy drove back to our apartment as my mind kept drifting back to
the bizarre events of the day and my mall fantasy, ensuring that I stayed in a
heightened sexual state.  When we returned to our apartment, Cindy had me leave
on the shoes, stockings and g-sting again to get accustomed to their feel. 
After about an hour, I decided I had had enough practice only to have Cindy
produce a pair of handcuffs and have my hands cuffed behind me.  She left me
this way the entire night and I forced to sleep just as I was.  Some of the most
erotic dreams I had ever experienced filled my sleep that night and I awoke to
find my hands free and firmly planted on my soaking pussy.

    As mind cleared of the sexual imagery, I found myself back in the cell
suspended from the ceiling in my cage.  The room seemed hotter filled with musky
smell of sex.  Sweat covered my body mixing with my pussy's juices before
flowing down to tease my sensitive asshole to then pool on the bottom of the
cage.  I must have had an orgasm while I was dreaming about my past life
experiences; it's the only way to explain the quantity of my pussy juices.  I no
longer felt fear or apprehension.  I felt only a deepening desire to have my
body used for the carnal satisfaction of others.  Bound and caged seems so
natural, a deep desire finally being fulfilled.

    My earlier desires for rough sex while being held securely now seemed so
natural.  I had never shared my bondage fantasies, my submissive sexual desires
with any of men in my life.  I was always afraid relinquish control over any
aspect of my life.  I was left wanting; hoping one would come along and take the
initiative.  The bondage games I had played with Cindy, at the time, seemed only
erotic distractions from the stresses of university.  I never gave much thought
to the control that Cindy had taken over my wardrobe and social life.  I
embraced her control, allowing me to concentrate on my studies.  I always felt
that I was in control.  After graduation, Cindy moved out to the west coast to
begin her adult life, I remained to enter graduate school and work towards my
MBA.

    I learned that summer about the trust account that our grandparents
setup when we were born.  It was now time to pay my fund out to me as I reached
the conditions of 21 years and graduation.  I sat stunned as my parents handed
me the statement to see the balance at just under $300,000.  That didn't even
include the other approximately $200,000 invested elsewhere.  All financial
worries of continuing my education and the fear of going out into the world on
my own quickly disappeared.  I kept my job with the marketing company throughout
the summer even working with them part-time during the school year.  The
practical experience of putting the educational theory to work helped me in both
aspects of my education.  I was able to remain at the top of my class while
becoming a valuable asset for the company.  This left little time for
socialization; as a result, I never managed to form another close friendship
while at university.  I didn't turn into a hermit either, but I was choosy about
when and with whom I would go out.  Once again, I controlled my life without
outside influences, or so I thought.

    The company I had been working for all during my university years
surprised me with a contract offer months before my impending graduation from
the MBA program.  The contract was a lucrative one with a company that was
expanding giving me many opportunities for advancement.  I quickly agreed and
set about finding a house to buy.  My life almost felt like a fairy-tale come
true but I soon found that I had to work that much harder to prove myself to
those around me.  I was in control of my destiny but I always felt something
missing and would always think back to those years with Cindy.  We had promised
to keep in touch but now our only contact was a Christmas card and e-mail on
birthdays.  My social life became almost non-existent as I strove to reach the
top at the company.  It seemed most of the men and some of the women at the
company were afraid of me (some actually thought I was sleeping with one of the
partners).

    It was two years ago that I met Veronica for the first time when I
decided to join her gym.  It wasn't the best first contact as I was quite upset
at having to wait for my initial evaluation because the trainer was late.  I was
ready to walk out and go elsewhere before Veronica calmed me down.  She offered
to personally put together my program and become my personal trainer.  Having
the owner personally serve me played right to my facade of the controlling
bitch.  It wasn't long before Veronica broke through my pretense and had me
eating out of hand.  I became putty in her hands, she molded me like an artist
much as Cindy had done in university; however with much more skill.

    Again, my conservative, business-like wardrobe began to take on a more
daring flavour.  Powerful, confident businesswoman by day, Barbie doll sexpot by
night.  Veronica had me going out to clubs showing off the firm, toned body that
she relentlessly had me work on.  We quickly became the best of friends, almost
inseparable outside of our working lives.  We shared everything together.  I
told her about Cindy and my bondage games that we played in university; I shared
my erotic fantasies and the intense orgasms I would achieve while being
controlled during sex.  She shared some of her experiences with me also but they
tended to be more controlling than being controlled.  Needlessly to say it
wasn't long before I found myself bound and controlled by Veronica as we played
together.  Unlike with Cindy these games soon took on a more sexual tone.

    Veronica enjoyed having me spend the odd weekend in various stages of
dress (or should I say undress) with my wrists and ankles linked by chains, a
collar around my neck, while serving her as a maid.  As time went on, she would
become bolder with her touching and caressing my body.  Initially I would
protest feebly only to be ignored.  I could not hide the erotic desires that
Veronica brought out from deep within me.  Her attire began to change also,
taking on a much darker dominant look.  She slowly began to wear kinkier outfits
until she was showing up wearing a tight leather bustier and mini-skirt with
thigh-high boots complete with tall stiletto heels.  Her outfit of choice, for
our little games, always came accessorized with a studded collar, leather opera
gloves and a wide belt around her waist with a riding crop hooked to the side,
gently slapping against her tall boots.

      The first night I saw her whole ensemble, I began giggling nervously,
Veronica re-assured me that it was all just part of our games. I wore, as per
her instructions, only a pair of sheer black thigh-high stay-ups, skimpy little
g-string and a pair of black pumps with modest 3-inch heels.  Veronica locked on
a pair of wide leather cuffs and leather collar, neglecting my ankles (which,
strangely, made me feel naked) as soon as she arrived.  We played out our normal
scenario, me serving Veronica her dinner before sitting down to join her.  After
dinner, she sat in the living room listening to music, sipping her wine, while I
cleaned up before joining her.  Normally we would talk and exchange our
thoughts, histories and fantasies; however, this night would be different.

     She seemed much more interested in my stories about the years Cindy and
I spent together.  She kept pressing for more detail as the wine flowed freely. 
I felt quite light-headed as the evening progressed, the wine loosening my
tongue as I went deeper into the details about all times Cindy and I shared. 
Now I was not only relating the stories but also opening up my soul and giving
Veronica an insight into my feelings and desires.  I found myself flushed with
desire as I related the most intimate details of my life before and with Cindy. 
Veronica was now lightly caressing my body adding to the sensual tingle running
through my body and mind.  I was finding it much harder to concentrate as my
monologue became fragmented.  Veronica sensing this placed a single finger
against my lips to silence me.  She stood and reached around the sofa to pull
out a bag, which she handed to me.  Looking inside the bag, I found the same
shoes that Cindy had me buy so many years ago.  My puzzled look only served to
encourage Veronica as she stood over me and sternly told me to put them on while
absent-mindedly toying with the riding crop hanging at her side.

    Relenting I removed the shoes I was wearing and slipped my feet into
these 5-inch heels.  As I wrapped the wide straps around my ankles, securely
buckling them, a warm tingle surged up my legs causing my moist pussy to twitch. 
Veronica reached into the bag and pulled out two small padlocks, handing them to
me gesturing to the shoes with her crop.  I sighed gently as I reached down and
applied the locks to the small rings that would ensure the shoes stayed on my
feet until Veronica decided to unlock them.  Veronica then told me to stand and
take a tour around the room so she could see how I looked in my heels.  It had
been quite a while since I had worn heels this tall so it took a few minutes for
me to get use to them (sort of like riding a bicycle).  Veronica sat watching me
walk around in my sexy attire with a mischievous smile on her face as I saw her
face flush red.

    Veronica, now satisfied with my parading, ordered me to move the coffee
table out from in front of the sofa before using her crop to show me where to
stand.  She turned me around and locked my wrists together behind my back; she
pressed herself against my back.  My cuffed hands rested against her warm pussy
as she reached around to cup my breasts in her palms, teasing my nipples to full
erection between her fingers.  I felt her warm breath on my neck before she
whispered into my ear how tonight would be a beginning.  I felt my knees grow
weak as I melted back into her and found my bound hands and fingers,
instinctively, begin to probe her hot inviting pussy.  Her low sensual moans
mingled with my own as we stood there, our bodies pressed lovely back-to-front. 
She reached one hand down to cup my tingling moist pussy before massaging it
through the thin fabric cover.

    Veronica's manipulations suddenly stopped as she grabbed hold of the
straps of my g-string and pulled them down my legs before discarding them onto
the sofa.  I could feel her hot breath on my ass as her fingers lightly ran up
the insides of my legs to just below my desperate pussy.  I instinctively tried
to spread my legs wide, to accommodate the sensual touch, only to have
Veronica's knees hold me feet at about six inches.  I wantonly bent forward to
keep my balance as I spread my knees as wide as possible hoping to feel her
fingers playing on my hot, twitching pussy.  I was left wanting and frustrated. 
Veronica removed her hands from me to reach back into the bag and pull out a
small chain that she connected to the locks around my ankles.

    Veronica stood behind me and grabbed hold of my shoulders to push me
down to my knees.  She moved around to stand before me with her crop in one hand
and the TV remote in the other.  Using her crop, she directed me to spread my
knees wide until she was satisfied before using its wide leather tongue to tease
my already sensitive pussy.  I felt myself swoon as she continued to manipulate
my pussy as the TV screen flickered to life.  It was the same movie that led to
Cindy and my secret lifestyle at university.  Veronica returned to the sofa,
taking a seat directly behind me, her legs now splayed to each side of me.  The
whole time the movie played out she would use her crop to tease my body,
caressing my inner thighs, toying with my clit and brushing my nipples.  By the
time the movie was an hour in I found myself begging for release (something I
had never done before) only to have Veronica tell me I was not ready.

    Veronica finally relented, promising relieve but only if I could prove
myself worthy.  I was confused until she came around to sit on the edge of the
coffee table in front of me; her legs splayed wide exposing her wet swollen
pussy.  I did not need further explanation, having been in this position before.
I knew what Veronica expected from me and I was more than eager to comply.  One
sniff of her musky, sweet nectar drove my mind into a lust-filled frenzy as I
bent forward to bury my tongue into her juicy pussy.  I licked at her pussy like
a starving cat, burying my tongue deep into her canal to scoop out her juices
while alternatively sucking on her engorged clit.

    The whole room filled with the sounds of unbridled sexual abandon as
Veronica moaned in ecstasy.  She had a firm hold of my head pulling me tightly
into her sopping pussy, smothering my own groans as I lapped enthusiastically at
her pussy and clit.  Veronica encouraged me by rubbing my engorged, sensitive
clit and juicy pussy with the tongue of her crop.  The higher her sexual arousal
got, the harder she would rub my sex bring me closer and closer to orgasm.  I
soon found it harder to concentrate on my lapping at her sex as my body shook
with the approach of my own orgasm.  As my tongue slowed its manipulation of her
clit the crop was removed from my tingling clit only to be brought down on my
bare ass cheek.  I tried to lift my head from Veronica's crotch, only to have
her hold my head fast, as a yelped escaped from my lips caused by the sudden
stinging on my ass cheek.  The second sting to my other cheek quickly reminded
me of duty as I enthusiastically continued my lapping at her pussy.  She now
returned the crop to my desperate pussy bringing me to a body rocking orgasm as
my tongue reciprocated in kind to her pussy.  I felt her body convulse as her
legs pulled me in tighter to her sex, her thighs clamping tightly onto my head.

    My mind was now swimming in sexual desire, as I lay bound in my cage. 
These images of my sexual past flowed through my mind as torrent river.  I could
no longer focus on where I was or how long I had been there.  What day was it? 
Was it day or night?  Before, I always felt I was in control no matter who
thought they were controlling me.  It was always my choice to be controlled, or
was it?  This felt right, being held captive, to be used for the pleasure of
others.  This I knew I needed but I still had my other life to live.  I am a
slut, desiring, no needing, and the sexual exploitation from both men and women. 
I need to be controlled; I crave the feeling of restraints holding me tightly
and the sting of correction   I now realized that I would have to follow through
with my month of sexual slavery that Veronica has planned for me just to satisfy
my curiosity.

    How long have I been here?  What other scenarios did Veronica and
Francesco have planned for me to endure bidding?  Will I be able to return to my
life after they are finished with me?  Will they allow me to return?  My mind is
showing its bewilderment and disorientation.  How long can I endure this
constant state of sexual arousal?  Is this the lifestyle I so desperately
desire?  So many questions, so few answers.  I need to endure my month in order
to get my answers.