Chapter One

Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She'd been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address.

Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she'd spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned.

The deliveryman, for his part, didn't mind the wait as he surreptitiously took in the view before him.

Aubrey was about five feet, six inches tall, with long curly hair that reached a trim and tiny waist, though at the moment it was pulled into a tight pony tail at the back of her head and tied off with a white hair band.

Pale skinned, she burned easily in the sun and even now her cheeks and cleavage were slightly flushed from her jogging. Her continued heavy breathing was a welcome distraction as her bosom heaved noticeably with each breath, threatening to spill both lightly freckled EE-cup breasts from the top of her straining white leotard top. While she was wearing a sports bra, it only seemed to nudge her breasts together in an even more enticing manner, while the bra itself did little to conceal her perked nipples.

Her red jogging shorts were a tad too snug, with the polyester material tugging determinedly downwards towards the juncture of her well toned thighs and a noticeable gap between her legs when she was viewed from behind, with stark white jogging shoes and socks finishing off the image.

An IPOD was hooked into her waistband, with the ear buds for the IPOD hanging loosely around the back of her neck now, a fact the delivery man noticed as his gaze drifted upwards to take in the moist flesh of her neck that was not quite on the verge of full perspiration , with small loose tendrils of reddish gold hair sticking to her skin.

Curiosity finally satisfied, she turned and squinted into the rising morning sun, her blonde eyebrows turning towards a frown now as she had to look into the sunlight. Scrunching her pert nose and shading her light blue eyes with her right hand she extended a long slender arm and pointed back the way the driver had approached from. The driver noticed as she pointed that her elbow overextended, indicating that her arms were double jointed even as he forced himself to pay attention to what she was saying.

"You missed the turn back there. See, the road forks, and instead of going right you kept to the left. The street name continues to the right and that's how you missed it. Just go back to the last road and turn left and the address is the fourth house on the left."

"Thanks. I would've been driving around for hours if you hadn't helped me." The driver said. Taking the package and turning back to his vehicle, he stalled for a second glancing back towards Aubrey. The package sagged a bit in his grasp as he realized she had already started jogging again, IPOD plugged into her ears and blonde ponytail bouncing rhythmically from side to side with each stride.

The driver dawdled a few more moments to appreciate the fact that she looked almost as good leaving as she did approaching, and that the jogging shorts were inching ever higher into the crevice of her buttocks as she turned into a driveway and headed for a nice large home. Apparently she lived there.

Taking a deep breath and shaking his head, the driver grinned, climbed back into his truck, did a quick 3-point road turn and drove back the way he'd come, just as Aubrey had directed him to do.

As he drove, he noticed several more women out jogging at this hour, one of whom was a short haired brunette built even a little more top heavy than his erstwhile guide. She seemed to take great pride in how her breasts bounded about with each stride, and the driver swore she could not have been wearing a bra. A few more seconds observation confirmed this suspicion as one side of her tank top slid down to expose a generous portion of breast before the woman hitched it up once more onto her shoulder and kept up her pace.

Then the driver was past, though he could continue to peer at her in the side mirror for a little while longer.

Janet, for her part, enjoyed the show she was giving the driver after having noticed him slowing down and staring at her. The attention starved woman glowed in the thought of the driver stopping and talking to her for even a little while.

The driver didn't see her pouting expression as he turned down the next street, and so disappointed at the missed opportunity Janet continued on her Monday morning jog. She was almost finished anyway and her house was only a few more doors up the street. She had a busy day ahead of her!

After taking the next left, the driver counted down four driveways, and matched the package against the number on the mail box before pulling in, parking, and setting the emergency brake.

"This is it. Wonder if the housewife here looks anything like the chick I just got directions from?" the driver muttered to himself as he climbed out of the delivery truck and headed across the well manicured lawn towards the front door, package in hand.

Pressing the door bell of the rather large home, the driver stood listening to the chimes ringing inside. Only a moment or two passed before the door abruptly opened, and the driver gaped open mouthed at the housewife standing before him.

Though dressed comfortably in Capri denim jeans and a loose t-shirt, the barefoot woman could have been almost a twin sister to the woman he'd gotten directions from only a few minutes earlier! A quick second glance confirmed a few more fundamental differences, however, such as dark green eyes rather than light blue, her reddish blonde hair was an inch or two shorter, she was a little shorter, and her bust line was almost unnoticeably smaller - though still plenty generous.

She also wore a platinum engagement ring and wedding band on her left finger.

The driver resisted the urge to ask if she had a sister, and instead held out the package and in a strained voice asked, "Mrs. Smith? Package for you. Can you sign here, please?"

"Oh, it's arrived!" The woman seemed quite happy at the delivery and awkwardly signed the computer screen. It was more of a scrawl than a signature, but that was normal and the delivery man paid it no further heed as she struggled to set the box just inside the doorway before closing it quickly, leaving the delivery man standing on the front steps.

Shaking his head again, he returned to his delivery truck and just sat there. Anyone noticing would just assume he was finishing up some paperwork on the delivery. He had no idea what was taking place inside the home, but he certainly could fantasize about it - what harm was there in that he thought as he gazed through the rapidly burning off haze of morning fog at the house he'd just made the delivery to.

Samantha lugged the box upstairs, doing her best not to lose her balance in the process, until she made it to the master bedroom and dropped the box on the floor.

After tugging at the packaging a few minutes, she ran down to the kitchen and returned seconds later with a large kitchen knife.

Carefully inserting the point into one crack on the lid, she worked it until one edge was completely sliced through. Repeating this down two more sides, she eventually managed to work the lid completely open and knelt staring at the contents before her.

"It's here! Finally!" she breathed.

Reaching into the box, she drew out a packing slip and read off the contents.

(1) Spider Lady G-String
(1) Slave Collar
(1) Chastity Belt Female
(1) Slave Gimp Hood
(1) Bondage Bedset with Chains
(12) Heart Padlocks
(1) Vibrator Pink
(1) Anal Relaxant
(1) 75mm Jeweled Butt Plug
(1) Covered Ring Gag
(1) Covered Ball Gag
(2) Buckle Arm Band/Collars
(1) Tube of sensitizing lotion
(2) Nipple Clamps

A quick search verified everything had arrived, and Samantha sat back in her kneeling position and considered her next move.

The package was a present for her husband's birthday, which was in a little over a week. At 29 years of age, Samantha was not a prude by any means, but she felt her love life left something to be desired, and so she had decided this year to surprise her husband, Gerard, with something a little different.

Well, a lot different actually.

Tracing her fingers over the leather and steel accoutrements, she had the idea that perhaps she should try them out first, just to make sure they worked properly.

Making a firm decision, Samantha quickly slipped the t-shirt over her head, then shook her hair out of her face before shifting her knees from underneath and removing her pants as well. The lace thong was a mere whisk as it was added to the small pile of clothing.

The first thing Samantha did was go to the mirror with the Covered Ring Gag, Covered Ball Gag, and Slave Collar. Opening her mouth wide, she slipped the ring gag in first, and buckled it securely behind her neck. She immediately noticed her drooling and hurried into the next step. Next, she carefully slipped the Covered Ball Gag through the gapping opening the ring created, stuffing her mouth full before pulling it tight as well and likewise buckling it off behind her neck.

Samantha gave a few peremptory grunts and found it to be an effective combination. The only way she could be more silenced was if she were unable to breathe! The ball gag had the added advantage of keeping most of her saliva in as well. The taste of the materials was completely alien to Samantha, and she found herself becoming even hornier now.

Next she slipped the chromed steel Slave Collar around her slim neck and locked it into place. The heart shaped padlock had a click of finality to it when she closed it, and she jumped slightly at the sound before noticing just how cold feeling the collar was before her own rising body heat warmed it up.

Giving herself another glance in the mirror, Samantha returned to the box of goodies.

Never having done such a thing before, Samantha studied the now oversized appearing jeweled butt plug and tube of anal relaxant long and hard before kneeling on the floor, rolling onto her side and lifting her leg. Feeling quite embarrassed at the thought of how she must look, she slowly rolled the now lubricated butt plug against her rectum, pressing in slightly every now and then, working it around, until finally she felt it slipping inside her. It seemed to take forever as her sphincter muscles strained wider to accommodate the cool slick surface of the device she was working into her own body. Unable to take more, she finally pulled it back out and studied it intently. Never one to willingly accept defeat, she gritted her teeth , added more lubricant and relaxant lotion, then started again. Finally, just when she thought she'd have to give up in pain and frustration, she felt the large bulb of the plug slip past her sphincter and the flared end slipped out of her lubricant slick fingers.

Grunting into her gag against the pain flashing up through her body, Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and clinched involuntarily while holding her hands to her buttocks for several long minutes until the pain subsided.

Next, Samantha slipped one Buckle Arm Band/Collar around the base of each large breast and cinched the buckle as tight as she could stand. She stared fascinated as her breasts began to blush a deep shade of red, then decided to hurry through her remaining tasks.

The red of her breasts were offset by the steel nipple clamps she next screwed into place. Wincing at the sharp pain, Samantha bit hard down onto the gag in her mouth as the pain dulled slightly and she began to trust herself to move without snatching them back off.

Wrist and ankle cuffs were next, with Samantha having to shift over to her right buttock as her weight pressing downward reminded her in on uncertain terms of what was plugged into her derriere. She had very thin wrists, and it was relatively easy to slip more padlocks through the steel keeper and the last hole of the cuff. Locking them into place, she knew they were not coming off without the key.

Grimacing, she found the pink colored Vibrator and removed it from the packaging. Making sure batteries were securely in place now, she tossed it and the now freshly opened tube of sensitizing lotion onto the bed and forgot about them for the moment.

Finished with these tasks, Samantha crawled to her closet with the chains from her cuffs dragging along behind her, and dug into the back underneath her shoes. Sitting back again on her knees, she glowingly gazed at the ballet shoes she'd hidden from her husband. Slipping them on without even leaving the closet, Samantha buckled them extra tight, then used the closet walls for support to stand upright.

The shoes were quite painful, which was what Samantha had been hoping was the case when she ordered them. She'd resisted the urge to try them on earlier, preferring the unknown for when her package arrived. Now fully into slave mode mindset, she hobbled her way back to the bedroom, then carefully downstairs and to the kitchen, paying special attention to staying away from windows that could allow strangers in the street to spot her. She found herself trying to especially quiet the chains, even though she knew the odds of anyone actually hearing her were remote.

Opening the freezer door, Samantha withdrew an ice cube with a long string attached that she'd been saving for over a month. She'd ordered a heart shaped padlock from the same company months before, and knew that the keys were the same, so she didn't have to wait for the keys that arrived with the padlocks just today to be frozen to begin her experiment.

Hurrying as fast as her now aching feet would allow, Samantha returned to her bedroom and looped the string over the horizontal headboard post of her bed.

Turning back one more time, Samantha in an inspirational moment, grabbed the Gimp Hood and slipped it over her head. Popping the blindfold off so she could see but still leaving at least one snap fastened such that the blindfold dangled to one side, she worked the laces at the back of her head until it fit snugly, then tied it off in a double knot.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Samantha felt herself aroused to even greater heights of passion.

Forcing herself to resist the urge to masturbate until she came, just like the good slave girl she hoped to be, Samantha quickly figured out the Bondage Bedset restraints and looped one restraint around each bedpost at the foot of the bed before using one of the heart shaped locks to secure the chain back to itself. This allowed Samantha to adjust the tension and length easily. She found she had to bend her knees and slide down to keep from putting weight on the butt plug, but at least the bed was soft this time.

Carefully making sure the ice cube would drop right into her hand, Samantha laid down and stretched her body out, testing the arrangement. Satisfied, she pulled herself up towards the head board as tight as she could and likewise fastened her left wrist the same as her ankles. Fortunately, the lock was right at her fingertips so she could reach it.

Reaching down, she applied a generous dosage of sensitizing lotion to the underside of her clitoral hood, then slipped the Vibrator into her cunt so that it rested directly onto her clit and her shaven mons. It was one of those odd shaped vibrators, configured in a "C" shape, so that when one end was inserted the other pinched down over her clit and held it in place.

Samantha went one last time through her preparations, then deciding it was now or never she snapped the blindfold into place with her right hand, then pressed the button on the vibrator . Immediately her body convulsed involuntarily at the assault taking place at her most sensitive of body regions, and she forced herself to extend her clinching hand with the palmed padlock upwards towards the headboard.

She was so hot, and so wanted to masturbate!

She knew she would not be able to get the chain around the post as she had with the other restraints, but there was a horizontal portion of the headboard that she could barely reach with her fingers. Tossing her arm sharply, she sensed the chain had crossed over the wooden support and she felt around until she could feel cold chain links against her fingertips.

Pulling them to her, she slipped the padlock through the chain links. She was now restrained until the ice cube melted in about another hour. Even though she could move her right hand a few inches from side to side, unlike the rest of her limbs, it did her no good and actually accentuated her helplessness as she kept finding her hand restricted every time she instinctively tried to reach down to her cunt for relief.

Grinding her ass into the bed sheets, Samantha enjoyed the titillations the vibrator was sending through her body now. Completely sealed off from the world, her only sense was that of touch - that and the painful toys she'd applied herself to her willing body.

Grunting through her multiple orgasms, she lost track of time as one wave of pleasure after another rolled over her body.

Finally exhausted, she lay still for a long time, even as the vibrator continued to hum away.

Deciding she'd better get up now, she reached for the key only to find an empty string dangling!

Panicked, Samantha bucked against her restraints as she grasped where the key should be, desperately trying to find it even though her movements were restricted. This went on for quite some time, until exhausted she just lay in a stupor, wondering how she was going to explain this to her husband.

Her panic reached new heights when she felt hands on her body - hands that she knew did not belong to her husband!

Screaming into the gag now, she tossed her hooded head back and forth frantically as a stranger invaded her life, and strange fingers slid easily into her cunt before stroking her labia with her own copious juices.

Samantha's head swung about like some strange bondage version of a bobble head doll. Muffled screams leaked past the woman's gagged mouth as she bucked and struggled at each stroke of the stranger's fingers. After a while, she finally gave up out of sheer exhaustion. She'd been bound to the bed now for hours, and her body could only react but so much to the stimuli someone insisted on administering.

She felt lips sucking delicately at her areolas now, nibbling ever so gently now that she lay still and accepted her fate. She felt a tongue dart out and flick at her erect nipples, teasing them to even greater hardness even beyond the steel clamps still viciously locked down onto her nipples by her own hand.

Whimpering now, Samantha did her best to lay still and accept her circumstances even as she felt those hands once more moving over her body, sliding gently up her ribs and cupping her breasts before squeezing them, gently at first, then harder until it became painful.

Then those fingers would slide up over her sweating breasts until her nipples were trapped between fingers that pinched viciously just below the nipple clamps, then force the full weight of her breasts to hang from the stranger's grasp as the nipple clamps were held high and her nipples distended. As the pain shot through Samantha, the tongue would revisit her again, bringing soothing relief immediately as well as even greater arousal as it flicked at the stretching areolas just below the nipple clamps.

Humiliation grew as Samantha realized just how her body was reacting, in spite of her terror.

It was then that the hands roamed further south, removing the vibrator before sliding easily once more between her soaked labia, teasing her clitoris, then slipping inside her to tease her g-spot.

Samantha had at first been terrified that the delivery man had returned, only now she knew it wasn't him. The hands were obviously too small, and she suspected female - a fact that only caused her humiliation to rise to new heights.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt a naked breast and hardened nipple brush against her thigh. She flinched involuntarily, yet couldn't help notice just how soft it had felt against her own body. Then she felt another breast as the stranger slipped down between her legs, her tongue tickling her stretched ribs and stomach muscles. It darted into her navel, causing an instinctual giggle from Samantha in spite of her predicament.

Then the tongue slid lower, slowly making figure "S" shapes on her shaven mons, tickling her clitoral hood before they started nibbling at her clit again.

A part of Samantha screamed out at the embarrassing aspects of it all, yet another part of her couldn't help but admit to the curiosity that had been aroused now as a stranger's tongue explored parts of her body her husband had chosen to ignore for a long time.

As the stranger moved even lower, nibbling on her labia even as her fingers stroked in and out of her cunt and played with her clit, Samantha suddenly realized she had been moaning instead of protesting, and her hips were poised up, thrust up into the air to provide easier access.

It was both one of the most enlightening, as well as one of the most humiliating, moments of Samantha's life as the stranger began to play with the butt plug in her ass.

It seemed like an eternity later, even though it was only a little over an hour, that Samantha felt a weight rise from the bed and a cool small metallic object was pressed into her right palm.

She lay still for a long time, wondering if her visitor had truly left or not, then deciding that they had given her back the key for a reason Samantha carefully unlocked her padlocked right wrist.

Flexing her fingers, she didn't hesitate but a moment before blindly reaching over and fumbling with the lock at her left wrist. With both wrists free now, she began working the lacing loose on the hood and finally pulled it off to stare dazedly about her bedroom.

Part of her hoped to see the stranger who had dealt such pleasure and terror on her simultaneously - yet another part of her was relieved to see only the empty bedroom. Working first the ball gag, then the ring gag out of her mouth, she rubbed her jaw slowly and glanced around fearfully at the same time.

It was a little after noon, and the sun streamed through the curtains now, warming the bedroom up even though Samantha was still too hot and bothered to notice it.

Reaching down to her ankles, she straightened up again as the butt plug painfully pressed farther into her derriere. Shifting her weight, she scrunched towards the foot of the bed with flexed knees and worked the locks free of her ankles before stretching out face down now on the mattress. As she did so, she found the vibrator, now with dead batteries, laying discarded between her feet.

Breathing deeply, trying to relax, Samantha turned back onto her side and lifted her leg. Carefully, oh so carefully, she worked the plug about and gently eased it out of her aching body orifice. It was quite painful, yet she knew she had to endure it - and better now than to wait.

Finally it popped free and Samantha cried out unashamedly at the pain ripping through her once more as her sphincter muscles stretched to their utmost limit - then closed abruptly after the passage of the more bulbous end of the device completed it's passage. Samantha could only clutch uselessly at her buttocks until the pain subsided.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief as the pain ebbed, Samantha removed her ballet shoes now, and walked on unsteady feet to the master bathroom. Staring at her reflection, Samantha for a few moments worried about how long it would take for the bright red belt marks about her cheeks would fade before deciding a long hot bath would help accelerate the process.

There were still the bands about her breasts, and the shiny metal clamps at her nipples contrasted vividly with the deep reddish - almost purplish - blush of her breasts.

Wincing at the thought, Samantha removed the leather bands first, noticing an immediate improvement in her ability to breath as her breasts swung free of their bondage. She hugged her arms about her breasts, cupping them in relief now, for several long minutes. Last, she removed the nipple clamps one at a time, in a frantic hurry as the gushing rush of blood into her nipples almost caused her to black out from the pain.

At this point, rubbing feeling back into her abused nipples, she'd decided she'd had enough fun for one day, and her husband would definitely have to wait a few days before she would be up for any sexual activities.

It would also give her a little time to digest what exactly had happened, and contemplate who her visitor had been.


Chapter Two (added: 08/25/2009)

Samantha spent the next few days distractedly going about her daily routine, leaving the box of goodies carefully hidden away. She became slightly withdrawn, as she surreptitiously looked inquiringly at one woman after another in her neighborhood, wondering who it was that had paid her such a visit.

She even considered briefly that it had been a figment of her imagination, at least until she spotted the faintest blush of a love nip at the inside juncture of her right thigh and cunt area.

They knew her, but she didn't have a clue who they were, and it both aroused and terrified her at the same time.

Her husband knew something was different, but every time he broached the subject Samantha dismissed his inquiries and changed the subject.

Eventually, he relented and gave up. If she wanted him to know, she would tell him.

On the fourth day however, there was a surprise.

She had walked out to her mailbox just prior to her planned shopping spree, just to check the mail. She'd dressed rather upscale, yet retained a certain sexiness as her spaghetti strap sun dress hugged her body and revealed most of her cleavage. It was also an easy garment to undress or dress in, and so it would be easy for her to shop for clothing. The high heels she wore certainly called attention to her even if the dress didn't! As she was flipping through the envelopes on her way back to the front door she noticed a small package next to the entrance.

There was no packing slip on the outside, and Samantha was certain any delivery man would have notified her of the delivery.

Picking the package up while looking embarrassingly in all directions in case someone was watching, she hefted it a few times to check the weight, then carried it inside. Setting it down on the kitchen island counter, she used the pointy end of a pair of scissors to open the taped end and inspect the contents of the box.

Inside was an envelope with photos and a note, as well as a pair of binoculars. Glancing at the envelope first, Samantha felt the color flush through her cheeks as she realized what she was looking at.

Full color photos of herself in bondage on her bed, and clearly in her own bedroom. Close up shots of her head, her cunt, and strange hands fondling her breasts and extreme close-ups of a stranger's tongue and teeth teasing her clit were numerous and explicit.

Unfolding the note, Samantha read:

"I hope you enjoyed our time together. I took the liberty of snapping a few photos as a memento and thought I'd share them with you.

Oh, and the world as well - I posted them on the internet.

Now, go to your bedroom window and look straight out with the binoculars. You'll see what you've been wondering about.

Come to me."

Hands shaking suddenly, Samantha dropped the note to the floor and backed up, a searing heat rising immediately from deep within her cunt as a repressed memory of her morning visitation came rushing back all at once, even and in spite of the cold terror that seemed to rise and grip her by the throat.

After a few seconds, she realized she wasn't even breathing, and forced herself to relax and think carefully about what was happening as she instinctively clutched at her stomach to still the nauseating panic rising in her.

Now both terrified and excited at the same time, Samantha numbly took the binoculars and climbed the stairs on shaking legs to her bedroom. Standing at the doorway, Samantha pondered which window, as she had two.

Crossing over to the side window, she used the binoculars to inspect the properties adjacent and found very little of any interest. All of the houses on that side had no windows facing her own, and quite a stand of trees blocked all but patches of the back yards of her neighbor's homes. The only other thing to see was a small portion of the street in front of her neighbor's house.

Trembling in relief at not actually seeing anything and yet at the same time in fear of what her next option may reveal, Samantha crossed over to the only other window and peered once more through the binoculars.

At first she saw nothing.

She inspected her own yard first, of course, then peered deeper into the trees behind her property, and finally through the dark stand of trees she noticed the house behind her own.

The way the subdivision was laid out, she lived in an elliptical shaped set of properties situated between two roads that split, ran parallel to each other for a few miles, then merged back together again. The houses lined the streets on both sides of the ellipse, facing away from each other and located back to back. She was looking across her own property and into the back of her neighbor's property - and directly into her neighbor's second floor backyard facing bedroom window.

The sight she saw caused her breath to catch in her throat and her hands to shake violently.

Carefully, she adjusted the view a bit closer, and refined the image until she was certain of what she was looking at, and then dropped the binoculars to waist level as her hand instinctively rose to cover her mouth as well as the soft moan that slipped unnoticed from her lips.

"Oh......my......God!" was all she could say, even as she raised the binoculars for another look.

The sight before her was at the very end of the range for the binoculars, but it was clear enough what she was seeing.

A woman, writhing in either pleasure or pain, was laying with her back arched and her cunt exposed in full view of the window. She was large breasted, and as she shifted back and forth her breasts shifted as well, and were obviously natural. Objects were attached to various places on her body, but she couldn't make out what they were from such a great distance. A black hood encased her head. Obviously more was going on, but that was the extent of what Samantha could make out from her vantage point.

Feebly now, she set the binoculars on the window ledge and stood considering her options for a few moments, giving her wobbly knees time to steady.

Was this the woman who had used her only days ago? Was her neighbor actually imprisoned by someone else and in need of rescue? Was there more than one person involved? Was it a trap?

Samantha sat on her bed, gazing unseeing at the window now, the image of the woman now burned into her memory.

What if she had done to herself what Samantha had done as well?

What if she was expecting Samantha to release her?

What if - and this was the thought that Samantha had even deeper reservations over - what if the woman had no other means of escape than for Samantha to release her?

If she didn't investigate, the woman could be there God knows how long!

Then there was the matter of her photos. The note said the photos were on the internet now!

Fortunately, her head was completely covered in the photos, but what if somehow - by some obscene fluke of chance - someone who knew her found the images and recognized her room?

Were the photos intended as blackmail material?

Samantha deliberately set the binoculars aside then, and returned to the kitchen. Gathering the box and the remaining contents up, she returned to the bedroom and hid them in her closet along with the rest of her special toys before going to sit back on the bed once more, staring at the binoculars as if they would give her some clue as to the best way to respond. She kept finding herself scrunching her fingers into the sheets and squeezing, as if to steady herself somehow.

After at least an additional half hour, Samantha rose and walked back to the window, the binoculars now clenched in jittery hands.

Already focused on the window, she only had to raise them and look through to see the woman was still as she had been earlier, only this time she seemed to be panting in exhaustion. From the movements of her breasts, she was breathing quite heavily. Then she jerked again, writhing yet more as some force exerted a hidden influence on her body, only to slump in exhaustion again as it apparently relented it's influence upon her.

It seemed to be working rhythmically.

Pressing her lips into a tight line, Samantha made a decision and left the room, the binoculars tossed hurriedly onto the bed.

Exiting the back door, she cautiously looked around before heading towards the tree line. Seeing no one around, she walked a bit faster, until the shade of the trees covered her and caused a slight tingling of chilly goose bumps to rise from her bare arms, and her nipples pricked even harder in the coolness of the trees.

Hugging herself, she continued, now walking awkwardly in the high heels through the matted leaves and soft soil. She'd never been this far back on the property before, and so she really wasn't certain of her way. About halfway across the small woods, she found an old rail fence, now rotted into the forest surface. The subdivision had once been a pasture, and obviously this was left over from that time and marked one side of the property line.

Stepping over the remains of the fence easily, she continued on her way until she was standing in the back yard of her neighbor's home. Looking left and right, Samantha noticed the same thick trees surrounded this yard as well, cutting off pretty much any view of the neighbor's homes.

Walking slowly now, expecting someone to step into sight and challenge her at any moment, Samantha crept nearer the house. Looking around, she saw no one.

Hesitantly moving to the back door, she paused again, completely uncertain as to what she was doing.

Did she really want to do this? Would it be better to wait for her husband to come check things out? What if there were a kidnapper awaiting her, like some spider awaiting a fly to become entrapped in it's web?

Forcing all thoughts now to the back of her mind, Samantha determinedly extended her hand to the storm door handle. The brass handle felt really cold in the shade, and Samantha took extra care in opening it to be as quiet as possible.

Stepping inside, she eased it shut behind her and stood surveying the portion of the house visible from her location.

Hardwood floors extended in all directions, and oriental rugs covered strategic spots, such as the dining room, living room, and at the front and rear entrances. The kitchen seemed well appointed, with stainless steel appliances and black marble countertops. The furniture throughout the house seemed to be expensive as well, and was composed of dark wood with either dark brown leather or expensive brocade patterned cushions.

From the decorations, it appeared to be the home of an independently wealthy woman, as no male influences were visible.

Trying hard not to hyperventilate, Samantha took a step forward only to hear her heels clack on the hardwood floor. Pausing, she listened for a response from anyone in the house but heard nothing. She made sure her next steps were much quieter as she made her way to the stairs.

The stairs were by the front entrance, and spiraled upwards to the second floor landing. An oriental rug runner covered the steps, making her passage practically silent now as she ascended into the unknown.

She stopped at the top of the stairs, getting her bearings. Her back was now facing the front of the house, so she walked forward towards what would be the back of the house and quietly opened the first door on her left.

It was only an empty bedroom, probably a guest bedroom from the looks of the furniture.

The second door was pay dirt. She heard the moans as soon as she cracked the door on silent hinges. Easing it open further, mindful of the noise it could make, she was pleasantly surprised to find it opened fully without so much as a squeak.

Such thoughts disappeared as she took in the sight before her.

An old fashioned steamer trunk sat in the middle of the room. It was fairly large, and had the unusual rounded shaped top that created something of a curved surface that was highest in the center, yet descended lower at all four sides of the trunk lid. She believed she'd heard such trunks described as "hump backed trunks" in some antique shop once, years ago.

Completely covered in a dark metal finish, heavy iron handles and rings were affixed at multiple locations in all corners.

Spread across the top of the trunk, her back arched to conform to the trunk lid, her arms and legs pulled painfully down to each corner and locked in old fashioned manacles and padlocks, lay the completely naked woman.

Well, not completely naked, at least if one considered the hood over her head and various clamps attached to her body to be any sort of adornment.

Chromed clover clamps bit down on each swollen nipple, as well as each equally swollen outer labia. A fifth clover clamp was attached to her reddened clitoral hood.

Her head was completely encased in a latex hood. Black bondage tape was wrapped about her eyes and at her mouth. Small holes at her nostrils were the only available openings, and through these Samantha could hear rasping breaths. Her jaw line looked odd, and it was only then that Samantha realized that something was stuffed into the woman's mouth underneath the bondage tape.

Hearing a humming noise, Samantha shortly thereafter discovered the source of the woman's discomfort. Well, at least the source that was causing her to writhe about so.

A fairly large dildo was inserted deeply into her cunt, and an equally large plug was inserted into her rose bud. It appeared much larger than the one Samantha had used on herself. Neither was battery powered, as thick power cords snaked over to some sort of programmable box, and then on to an electrical outlet. Blonde curly pubic hairs stuck to the copious amounts of lubricant the woman had applied to the toys, and a sheen of heavy sweat glistened on the woman's body as her stomach quaked frantically. A small steel chain was hooked through an eyelet in the end of the protruding three inches or so of vibrator, with the other end of the chain being hooked into the Clovis clamp at her clitoris.

Looking up, Samantha noticed a string hanging from the ceiling with an ice cube and key. When it fell, it would land immediately adjacent to the woman's right hand.

At this point Samantha smiled. She had her answers, and she also figured turnabout was fair play. But first she had to verify something. Stepping quietly around the bound figure, she glanced quickly in the master bathroom and verified her previous conjecture.

Only one toothbrush, and no men's razors. It was all girly stuff.

Next Samantha quietly searched the room, then the entire upstairs, then the downstairs before finding what she was looking for.

Her neighbor's laptop was in the den, opened up with a fully charged battery. Booting up the computer took only seconds, and in no time Samantha was perusing her neighbor's digital documents. She found several subdirectories full of photos, most of whom Samantha assumed to be her neighbor - and one subdirectory of Samantha!

Startled at this discovery, Samantha opened up an internet connection. Fortunately, the laptop was not locked by password and Samantha was soon perusing her neighbor's favorite websites.

It was quite the education. As Samantha perused the "Favorites" sub-directory, she noted photos of herself were in fact posted, but in addition to her head being covered anything that could possibly be identifiable had either been cropped out or blurred.

The thought of potentially millions of people seeing her made her hot! After several long minutes of thought, she decided to leave the photos on the internet.

Finally figuring she had enough information on her neighbor for the moment, Samantha proceeded to log onto her own email account and attached all of the images of herself, as well as her neighbor, to a draft email and saved it.

After saving the documents, Samantha deleted all of the files from the laptop, and then emptied the digital waste basket icon. She knew smart geeks could probably still retrieve the information, but she doubted her neighbor had that kind of expertise.

When the laptop asked if she wanted it to remember the password to her email account, she adamantly hit "No", then turned the laptop off.

She had other things to do now.

Quietly returning to her neighbor, Samantha thought on her next move. This woman had terrified her, humiliated her, and left her guessing for most of the week as to her identity. It was time to give her back a bit of her own medicine!

Yes, she had also given Samantha a mind blowing orgasm, but there was a principal at stake!

Glancing around the room, Samantha noticed the woman's clothing on the bed along with her purse.

Opening it up, she found the woman's keys and wallet. Glancing up at the string, she compared the keys one at a time until she found one approximately the same size and shape as the key dangling from the string. It was kind of difficult to concentrate, as the woman insisted on moaning constantly!

Reaching over, careful not to brush against her and let her know she was there, Samantha untied the original key and replaced it with the new key. She also let out the knots to add a few extra inches of string so that when it fell it would pass her fingers a bit and make it even more difficult to grab on to.

She had one more task then. Creeping over to the control box, Samantha studied it a few minutes and made a decision. The box had several settings and power levels, and could be programmed easily. Samantha noticed that the setting currently was a moderate one, and would end in another 10 minutes - probably a little longer than what was required to melt the remainder of the ice cube.

Since she didn't want her new friend to become bored, Samantha adjusted a few dials.

At the end of this cycle a new one would start. Only this one was far more rhythmic, and had a variable setting. It would tease her with more energetic cycles, only to turn itself down lower - or even turn off for a few minutes at a time. The duration would be for several hours.

Samantha considered her emotions now, realizing she was actually quite aroused herself! She'd never been attracted to women, but somehow the idea that she had complete control over this person had touched a deep dark spot within her psyche, one that she had never explored before.

She liked what she was finding out about herself!

She realized then that her hands had begun to probe at her own cunt, stroking softly through the thin material of her dress and panties, and her other hand had begun to caress her breasts.

Samantha made the conscious decision to stop.

Smiling now, and completely relaxed for the first time in days, Samantha adjusted her dress and left just as quietly as she had arrived. She had a shopping spree to go on, a new digital camcorder to purchase, and when she returned she intended to really get to know her neighbor!

After all, the woman wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.


Chapter Three (added: 09/22/2009)

Samantha returned a little over 3 hours later, her shopping spree complete. She dropped some of the items off at her home, and picked up a few more items from her box of special toys, before heading back to her neighbor's house.

Letting herself in as before, she proceeded with far less caution now to the upstairs bedroom and found her neighbor as she had left her.

Well, not exactly, the woman was exhausted now, and constant moaning emanated even as she reflexively continued to grind her pelvis about around the huge dildo that continued to vibrate away.

Samantha set up the video camera, plugged it into a nearby receptacle, and started filming - making sure she had plenty of close-ups!

After setting everything up, she quietly sat down on a nearby chair at a dressing table. Her dress proceeded to slide up her legs immediately as her hands went to work on her own cunt. In moments she was completely naked herself from the waist down.

Samantha masturbated to the display her neighbor was putting on now, knowing the woman had to be exhausted, was likely barely coherent, and probably had no idea whether she was even there or not.

Somehow the thought of having someone completely under her power was intoxicating in a way she had never known before. She wasn't sure she could ever let her husband know about this!

She noted the slight redness of the woman's fingers, obviously from repeated attempts to make the key work the locks.

She noted how the woman continuously shifted her arms up higher over her head, trying to take the strain off of her back and neck and arms. She noted the sweat slick body, shifting with every attempt at some means of relief, occasionally hyperventilating with a fluttering stomach and twitching thighs when the vibrator kicked into a higher mode.

She noted the oh so soft looking breasts, heaving with every strained gasp for air now, also covered in sweat.

She noticed the clover clamps were still viciously attached, and the poor girl's nipples, labia, and clit didn't look as if they could take much more.

She noted the ribs under the soft flesh of her sides, sliding easily under the skin with every labored breath.

She noted the regular whimpering now, interspersed with the weak moans, and figured it was almost time to release her.

She noted the vibrator varying upwards in pitch now, and the woman's accompanying moan of pleasure. When the vibrator shut off suddenly, the woman furiously arched her body in incredible ways in an attempt to attain orgasm - but the vibrator refused to cooperate.

Reconsidering her earlier decision to release the woman without too much of a delay, she decided she was going to make sure that she herself came first. Her dress flew off completely then, and fingers plunged quickly between her thighs. It was no time at all before she came massively, her own moans now drowning out that of the woman prostrate and vulnerable before her.

She wasn't sure if she'd ever had a better orgasm in her life!

Glancing at the helpless woman before her while she tried to calm her own breathing, Samantha then stood and walked over. Leaning down, she traced an index finger lightly along the woman's right arm, starting at wrist and ending at her armpit.

The woman jerked spastically at the first touch, then calmed down long enough to begin to moan about the gag that was hidden by the tape but obviously in her mouth, shaking her head more and more frantically as Samantha's finger traced upwards closer to her armpit.

Realizing what the woman was asking her NOT to do, Samantha giggled as she deliberately began to tickle her with just the tips of her elegantly manicured fingernails now, lightly at the woman's armpits.

The results were explosive as the woman violently threw herself about, literally rocking the trunk slightly with her exertions, and gurgled screams actually made it past the gag.!

Samantha, now completely into the mindset, began to tickle the woman unmercifully, down her ribs, across her stomach, inside her thighs, just above her mons. This continued on for at least another 20 or 30 minutes, not pausing even when the vibrator was running at it's fullest, until Samantha had to stop and catch her breath because she had been laughing so hard herself.

The woman jumped yet again, as Samantha's fingers darted down to her cunt, stroking her swollen and stretched labia around the still vibrating dildo. The chain stood out tight, as the clover clamp at her clit seemed to pull even tighter. Samantha knelt, and began to lick, nibble, and suck her way delicately around each clover clamped nipple. The wailing coming from the hood rose in pitch now, and Samantha was certain the woman was at the very threshold when she backed up and removed her hand.

The sobbing coming from underneath the hood was clear and distinct at this point.

Now breathing even more heavily, Samantha picked up yet another item from her pile of goodies and straddled the woman's waist, an action accompanied by numerous groans from the woman below her.

She noticed the sweat slick feeling on her inner thighs, as her own flesh slid easily across the stomach of the other woman. She noticed how her own moist cunt felt as her sensitive lips came into contact with the hapless woman's body as her weight pressed down, . If she was having trouble breathing before, Samantha could only imagine how much distress she was in now!

She slid her cunt back and forth, lightly at first, and then with more enthusiasm. She found herself sliding downwards along the woman's body, until her cunt was in contact with the curly blonde hairs of the woman's pubic area and her own breasts were swaying into soft contact with the clamped nipples below her.

Sliding down further still, Samantha felt the powerful vibrations of the toy inserted into the other woman's cunt, vibrating through her body until Samantha could feel it herself.

Then it happened. Her own swollen and spread cunt came into contact with the clover clamp on the woman's clitoral hood, vibrating itself since it was connected to the end of the vibrator.

Samantha groaned in ecstasy.

Reaching down, she massaged both of the woman's sweat covered breasts, a fact the woman seemed appreciative of even while continuing to shift about underneath Samantha's weight. It dawned on Samantha suddenly that the top of the trunk was covered in metal as well, and her discomfort was probably immeasurable at this point even as she reached one of her hands down between her own thighs and began masturbating vigorously again.

After several long minutes punctuated by a final strained moan, Samantha opened her eyes as she rested her full weight on the woman below her, the vibrating dildo trapped between their cunts, and considered her next move.

Making a decision, Samantha slipped the metal collar around the woman's neck and quickly locked it into place with her own padlock. It was a snug fit, just enough that it would be distinct and noticeable but not enough to impair breathing - and certainly not loose enough to slip off without a key!

The woman seemed puzzled at first, then began to shake her head again in desperation.

Instead of removing the collar, as the woman obviously wanted her to do, Samantha began to slide her cunt back and forth, back on the woman's belly now, standing up a bit to take the weight off so that only her cunt lips and inner thighs were touching the still squirming woman.

She continued to grip the collar around the woman's neck, and this went on for several minutes before Samantha reached one hand down between her legs and began to masturbate yet again. As she came once more, the smell of her own juices mixing with that of latex, lubricant, and human sweat on the woman's stomach created a distinct odor in the room.

Now satisfied, Samantha lifted off of her captive and pulled out a metal binder clamp, the kind used to keep large stacks of office supplies clipped together, and a small hand written note. She looked vainly for some place to attach the note.

Unfortunately for the captive woman, Samantha finally chose to clip this note to the remaining visible portion of the woman's clitoral hood.

The shrieking that ensued was surprising, even for Samantha at this stage as she watched her prisoner tug futilely at her bonds and lunge about frantically. Her wrists and ankles were not quite red where the cuffs bit in at the joints, and the chains continued to rattle loudly within the room with each pull.

Samantha dressed once more, ignoring the continuous racket, and packed up all of her things even as the woman continued to struggle.

A few seconds more in her neighbor's closet and a selection of clothing was laid out on the bed.

The last act she performed was to place the correct key in the woman's left hand. She was certain she was probably right handed, so this just added to the difficulty the woman faced in releasing herself now.

A final trace of the fingers down the quivering woman's body, from neck to cunt, and Samantha left.


Chapter Four (added: 10/06/2009)

Aubrey clutched the key tightly in her hand for a long time after Samantha left, trying to catch her breath as well as compose herself. The damn vibrator kept going, but Aubrey was beyond it's ability to stimulate. Once she had regained control of her breathing and her shaking limbs, she oh so carefully worked the key around in her fingers until she could get it into the lock. She realized she had to be extra careful as there was no string attached to the key, and if she dropped it there would be no way to retrieve it.

What, through years of practice usually took only seconds, now consumed minutes. Time made excruciatingly longer by the influence of the vibrator, which chose to come back to life at that moment.

Grasping the key firmly to keep from losing it and in fear of truly being trapped until someone (else) found her, Aubrey waited for it to become silent again before carefully and slowly opening the lock at her left wrist.

A sigh of relief later, and Aubrey had released her right wrist as well. Not stopping to remove her hood, she felt down between her legs, whimpered as she removed the binder clipped note and clover clamp, unsnapped the chain and carefully eased the damn vibrator out from her now quite over stimulated cunt.

The clover clamps about her labia were next, and Aubrey screamed freely into the gag as blood rushed back into the abused and most tender places of a woman's body. Last, she removed the clover clamps at her nipples.

All of this she did without removing the hood. She had an idea that she really didn't want to see what her body looked like at this particular point, and if she did it may shake her resolve to actually remove the damn things.

Finally she sat up and straddled the old trunk. Her back was killing her now, and her arms throbbed in pain from her aching shoulders to her wrists.

She was so used to the butt plug that she only noticed it working itself deeper into her body as her weight came to rest on it. If the trunk could talk, it'd have one more very interesting story to tell now! The smooth steel surface almost felt good on her swollen and reddened cunt as Aubrey reached aching arms up and behind her head to remove the tape first, then the gag, and finally the entire hood.

Breathing easily now for the first time in hours, Aubrey dizzily looked around at the mess as she fingered with slight apprehension the unfamiliar steel encircling her neck. It was then that the note caught her attention once more. Leaning over slowly and achingly, she retrieved it with shaking fingers and unfolded the note, noticing that traces of lubricant and at least one pubic hair were still evident on the paper from having been in such close proximity to her cunt only moments earlier.

The note said:

"It looks like we do indeed have something in common. I want you to come over tomorrow for lunch. Come through the back yard. I'll be waiting for you. I've even laid out your clothes.

Your friendly neighbor, Samantha

PS - no underwear!

PSS - shave your cunt!"

Aubrey read the note again as she looked over the outfit on the bed. It was put together apparently to appear as slutty as possible. It consisted of an older black leather miniskirt that even Aubrey now had a hard time fitting into, and which would barely cover her ass. This was combined with an old, almost threadbare, white halter top and stiletto "fuck me" heels that looked more at home on a stripper pole than on the street.

Wearing this kind of outfit, the steel collar locked around her neck would be completely obvious. Fingering the bright red butt plug that had also been tossed so obviously onto the pile, Aubrey figured maybe the collar would distract any prying eyes from far more embarrassing body areas. She also noticed that the butt plug was a battery operated type, and the remote was nowhere to be found.

Feeling resigned already to whatever fate had in store, Aubrey tiredly went to the bathroom and took a long hot soak in a bubble bath, fingering the steel collar constantly the entire time. After a very long time, she pulled out a razor and began to shave her body as instructed.

The next morning was full of nervous apprehension as Aubrey paced her home waiting for the noon hour to arrive. She had dressed late, and realized only now just how tight fitting the clothing was. She had also realized her laptop computer had been tampered with and all of her files were gone.

When she browsed through some of her favorite websites that morning to pass the time, she was quite startled to find photos and video of herself, strapped backwards over the trunk, had been posted the evening before!

With her heart in her throat, she had studied each video and each photo until she was satisfied that no identifying information was in any of the images the perverts of the world could now see so clearly.

The halter top really concealed nothing and was practically see through by the time her breasts stretched the material and her nipples tried to poke blatantly through the thin fabric.

The skirt was just as bad, and cut at her waist whenever she bent over or tried to sit down. When she did bend at the waist, the skirt hiked up her ass cheeks and exposed pretty much everything of a private nature that was south of her navel. The butt plug was readily visible, and glistened still from the lubricant Aubrey had used to insert it with unless she studiously made it a point to tug the bottom of the skirt down on a regular basis.

Somehow, the thought that it was so visible only heightened Aubrey's sense of it's presence, despite the face that she had used it innumerable times in the past. It just seemed much more intrusive now.

Finally, at the appointed time, Aubrey began her walk across her back yard and the adjoining tree line. In the extremely high heels, she had to be careful, and each step reminded her of the plug shifting about in her derriere.

Arriving at the back door, she knocked once, then abruptly decided to simply walk in. After all, at this point they weren't really that much of a stranger to each other!

Samantha was in the living room, waiting for her, wearing a smart looking black skirt, white blouse, black formal stiletto heels, and a smile that would look at home on a cat that had just eaten the canary. Unlike Aubrey's foot ware, Samantha's shoes were quite formal in appearance, even if a bit high heeled.

"Well, I see the outfit looks about how I figured it would. Nice to finally meet you face to face." Samantha smiled mischievously as she said this.

"Ah, yeah. About that, what IS this outfit supposed to be about anyway? I look like a three dollar whore!" Aubrey, mindful still of the butt plug in her nether regions, simply stood with her arms crossed in a show of defiance, trying to ignore how even this act caused her breasts to bulge together in a threat to pop out of the top of the halter.

As the butt plug's presence intruded yet again on her thoughts, she settled for shifting slightly from one foot to the other, trying to look as casual as possible the entire time.

"Well, I figured turn about was fair play, considering the apprehension you put me through for a week! Besides, I think it looks rather fetching on you. At any rate, I have a proposition, and I thought that outfit would help frame the mood." Samantha settled back on the couch, obviously noticing Aubrey was still standing and easily guessing why. "Have a seat, please." She nodded at a very heavy wooden chair sitting in the center of the room.

"No thanks, I'd rather stand. Now I want this collar off!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, please, I thought you liked games. I take it you've noticed you can't get the collar off."

"Yeah, it's stainless steel, and it fits too closely for me to try to cut off with a hacksaw, so I'm stuck until I get the key from you."

"Good then. Sit. Now. And then we talk."

Aubrey looked ashen faced at the woman sitting before her. She was going to be forced to submit to this woman, despite every cell of her being screaming in protest.

She was also getting very hot and wet - damn!

Hesitantly, Aubrey walked silently to the indicated chair and sat gingerly, propping as inconspicuously as possible up on one buttock and clasping her hands in her lap to tuck the front of her skirt down. The cool smooth wood of the seat felt odd in direct contact with her naked buttocks.

A moment later she yelped in surprise, thrust both legs straight out in front and lifted her ass cheeks off the seat as her hands flew below to lift her buttocks upwards.

"Cut it off, cut it off, shut that damn thing down! Shit!" Aubrey was too surprised to do much more than squirm, even though it would have been easy enough to simply stand up.

Aubrey twisted and writhed as the butt plug sprang to life, Samantha held the remote casually and smiled at the display before making a show of turning the dial back.

"Okay, okay. Keep your panties on - oh, that's right, you're not wearing any." Samantha's laughter caused Aubrey's cheeks to flush an even brighter shade of red as she noticed Samantha standing now and walking towards her.

Aubrey sat very still now, her hands palm down flat on either side of the chair seat trying to keep herself steady and relieve some of the weight from her buttocks. Samantha walked around behind her and fiddled with the steel collar, only Aubrey realized too late that the lock was on the front of her neck.

"What...what are you...oh shit...wait, no!" Her hands leapt to the back of her neck as she realized Samantha was not releasing her, but rather doing something entirely different. The chain links she felt caused a new shiver to run through her as she determined that the chain was attached to the back of the chair and she was stuck now in the chair until Samantha decided otherwise.

A split second later the fact that her entire body weight was now pressing down on her buttocks, driving the plug even deeper, crashed through her consciousness as she again squirmed and tried to straighten her legs out in an instinctive effort to lift her bodyweight off of the plug.

Unfortunately for Aubrey, Samantha wasn't through yet.

"Hands."

Aubrey timidly let her arms drop to her sides even as she gritted her teeth and squirmed to shift from one butt cheek to the other in an effort to take weight off of the butt plug.

Samantha forced her to lift her arms backwards, then over the back of the chair, and then Aubrey felt her wrists cuffed low to the back of the chair itself. As she did so, her breasts strained even further at the thin material until finally the nipples were peeking boldly over the top hem, her hardened nipples being the only thing halting the downward progress of the material.

Only then did Samantha cuff her ankles to each front chair leg. When she was done, Aubrey could only sit still and uncomfortable under Samantha's gaze, with no possibility of relieving the pressure at her nether body orifice, and acutely conscious of the fact that her skirt had once again risen up and her cunt was completely visible.

"Okay, I've done what you wanted, now what?"

Samantha, still quite curious as to how far Aubrey would let her go before she really complained - and just as curious as to how far she herself would go - gripped Aubrey by the hair, pulled back sharply and kissed Aubrey full and deep, her tongue darting between lips that at first remained resolutely closed, then eagerly opened to accept Samantha's attentions.

Samantha leaned up, took a deep breath to steady her own nerves, then held up a bright red ball gag. Aubrey's eyes grew big and watery, and then she meekly opened her mouth to accept it. After Samantha stood back upright, she held up the remote once more and Aubrey's eyes welled up in tearful fear before clinching shut again as the butt plug vibrated to life.

Aubrey fought to control her body's reactions even as Samantha casually pulled her skirt up even farther, and her halter top down completely, exposing her body to easy view before leaning down and taking one pebble hard nipple in her mouth, sucking on it, and then gripping it determinedly between her teeth and pulling Aubrey's breast upward in the process before suddenly releasing it.

Aubrey eyes snapped open and looked on wide eyed.

"You like this, don't you?" Samantha slid a hand between Aubrey's thighs. Aubrey didn't fight her and only looked even more intently at her tormenter through now blurry vision, her tears trickling down her cheeks freely.

"Hmm, you're soaking wet you little whore. I think I may have dressed you appropriately after all!"

Aubrey could only close her eyes and nod in agreement. God help her, but she was hotter than hell right now!

She opened her eyes again when she realized Samantha had walked away and was again sitting on the couch. Aubrey whimpered again, only now it was due to being denied an orgasm rather than any discomfort.

"Now that I have your complete, undivided, attention, I want to discuss a matter of personal interest with you." As she spoke, Samantha cranked up the dial on the butt plug vibrator again.

Aubrey cringed at the assault on her derriere that was occurring, but still managed a weak grunt and nod to encourage Samantha to continue - hopefully getting to the point as fast as possible as her buttocks strained involuntarily around the vibrating device impaling her.

"You see, I was going to give my husband a surprise for his birthday, which is how you found me. I was kind of going through a "dry run" at the time, but the thought has occurred that you may be interested in helping me with this little project. Would that be the case?"

Aubrey started shaking her head in the negative, as fast as she could.

On the one hand, she was instinctively NOT wanting to be slave to someone else, but on the other hand she couldn't ignore just how turned on she was right now.

As a reward, Samantha brusquely cranked the control to wide open, leaving Aubrey to squirm and scream into the gag as she went into the kitchen and took her time making herself a glass of wine.

Returning to her seat, she took a sip, then dialed the control back until Aubrey had settled down to a whimper once more, her head hanging limply and her hair plastered now to sweat slick skin.

"I'll ask again, would you like to help me? I assure you, you will enjoy it immensely." Samantha looked at Aubrey now, her eyebrows ever so slightly arched in a questioning manner.

Realizing she would either have to agree, or be punished again, Aubrey nodded affirmatively this time, very tiredly. For some reason, she really wasn't that upset at the idea, but also felt she had to at least have gone through the motions of resistance before giving in.

"Good. I'm glad you see it my way then." Samantha eyed her living, breathing toy, almost disappointed Aubrey had not put up more of a fight. Just as well, she would have lost that fight anyway, and this way at least she had more time to work on something else that had been tickling her curiosity.

Standing, Samantha approached a cringing Aubrey once more. Aubrey felt and heard the woman doing something behind her, something to do with her collar and wrists, and then she heard multiple clicks and she could once more move her arms and neck about.

Relaxing a bit, she attempted to lift her arms over the back of the chair only to then realize her wrists were still bound, only not to the chair any longer, and an additional strap had been added to pin her elbows together. As she digested this information, Samantha released her ankles and produced a leash which Aubrey realized was attached to her collar.

"OK, let's go. There's something I want to try and you're just the tasty morsel to help me out!"

The doubts flitting through Aubrey's mind over the previous few minutes sharpened in fear as she realized her ordeal was only beginning.


Chapter Five (added: 10/17/2009)

Samantha pulled sharply on the leash, Aubrey instinctively rising to follow, though it was a struggle to stand without the use of her hands. As soon as she was vertical, Samantha snatched her top and skirt down around her ankles, motioning for her to step out of the garments. She then found herself being led upstairs to the bedroom.

As she turned towards the stairs, Aubrey noticed just how wet the seat of the chair had become, and hung her head to gaze at the floor a she walked.

The image she had in her mind, of herself being led through this woman's house on a leash, steel collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her back, fuck me shoes on her feet, and a bright ball gag and butt plug on either end of her body made Aubrey flush in a fresh sense of humiliation.

The fact Samantha forced her to ascend the stairs first, clearly so she could have a better view of Aubrey's ass, only maximized the embarrassment.

Arriving at the bedroom, Aubrey noticed black satin sheets on the bed, and then Samantha was pushing her forward. Aubrey was tugged into position until the back of her thighs were touching the mattress, and then Samantha shoved her backwards onto the bed.

Aubrey lay still and compliant, doing her best to ignore the pain of her arms pinned behind her back and suffering under the weight of her own body, as she watched Samantha carefully remove her blouse and skirt. Somehow, she wasn't surprised at the lack of undergarments. Then Samantha was crawling up onto the bed, her breasts brushing lightly over Aubrey's body as she moved, until the woman's smooth inner thighs were straddling her hips as she nuzzled and kissed at her neck, lowering herself until her body was in maximum contact with Aubrey's now writhing supine form.

Aubrey couldn't help it. She was turned on anyway, and even though she had tried to convince herself over the years that she was not really as submissive as she suspected, she knew now the truth. She would do anything this woman demanded of her, and suspected she would love every minute of it!

Then Aubrey's thoughts were brought back to the present as she realized Samantha was crawling upwards again, unfastening the gag before placing her shaven cunt strategically over Aubrey's face.

Aubrey needed no further encouragement, and eagerly began to service her new mistress. She felt a bit awkward, as she clumsily had to make do without the use of her arms to balance herself, but Samantha seemed to appreciate her efforts regardless.

Samantha, for her part, was mentally slogging through the thoughts and emotions she was experiencing.

She had never considered herself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual, but somehow one thing had naturally led into another and she suddenly found herself atop a sexual plaything that was eagerly exploring her pussy with her tongue, teeth, and lips.

It wasn't long before Samantha felt herself rising higher on an orgasmic wave, her fingers playing with her labia and clit even as Aubrey continued to eat away at her pussy, her hands kneading at her own breasts and down between Aubrey's mouth and her own soaked labia.

Then she felt herself tensing, felt her body preparing for the convulsion to come, anticipating it, desiring it, and wanting it badly enough that she completely ignored the muffled sounds and frantic movements from beneath her as Aubrey fought to both service Samantha and continue breathing somehow at the same time.

Moments later she exploded.

Afterwards, she slid back just a bit, and Aubrey could once more breathe freely.

Looking down at Aubrey, she noted the flushed face, the eager light in the woman's eyes, and the hopeful smile playing on her talented lips right before Samantha plugged the ball gag back into place.

"My, that was very nicely done. Thank you. Now a little something for you."

Aubrey had hoped Samantha would return the favor. Instead she looked on with curiosity as Samantha rose from the bed and walked, still nude, to the closet. After rummaging around for a few minutes, she came back with a bundle of metal and leather in her hands.

Aubrey recognized immediately what it was and began to shake her head futilely and tried to draw herself up into a fetal position as Samantha strapped the chastity belt around her waste, then drew the third strap up between her clenched, soaked thighs before locking it with a large padlock. It was a bit undersized for her, and the straps bit viciously into her flesh and parted her cunt lips noticeably once it was in place.

"There! I think that should hold you for a bit. I wouldn't want you getting off prematurely!" Samantha purred as Aubrey screamed into her gag.

Aubrey was so horny at this point, she would have fucked a fence post, and it sank in quickly that Samantha had no intention of releasing her - either physically or sexually!

Pulling on the leash once more Samantha led her pet downstairs and out the back door, picking up a small canvas bag on the way. At the door way, Aubrey began to struggle, but it was just as futile an act as before as Samantha - who was still completely nude - led her across the back yard, through the woods, and into her own back door.

She never stopped until she had Aubrey in her own master bathroom, where she proceeded to take her shoes and chastity belt off, remove the butt plug, and give Aubrey the most thorough bath of her life. Every fraction of her body was soaped, lathered, and scrubbed clean.

In the process, Aubrey attempted to grind her cunt against Samantha's hands, the wash cloth, hell - even the soap! Samantha always laughed and stopped her while at the same time continuing to tease her mercilessly.

When she was finished, she forced her back into her stilettos, re-inserted the butt plug (with new batteries) and pulled her still soaking wet captive back downstairs and into the living room. She forced her to sit on her couch facing the large window looking out onto the street, then from the bag produced two short lengths of cotton rope with which she secured Aubrey's ankles to the short front legs of the couch.

"I took the liberty of installing a small hook into the floor behind your sofa the other day. I hope you don't mind."

Samantha smiled at her own deviousness as she locked the leash to the hook. Samantha was now immobile, with her body forced to sit straight up, back arched, breasts on full display with the leash disappearing behind the sofa, her weight once again forcing the butt plug deep into her body, and her legs thrown wide such that her bare shaven cunt was clearly visible.

Samantha opened the curtains wide, turned on every lamp in the room, then left the room and returned a few minutes later carrying a large plastic container with a frozen block of ice inside.

Aubrey was fairly certain a key was inside the ice, as a string was dangling from the container.

Samantha placed the ice block in a small pan on the floor on the other side of the room, then threaded the string around several table and chair legs before placing the end of the string on the sofa next to Aubrey, about a foot from her right thigh.

"I'm going to leave this for you to release yourself in a few hours. The keys to the collar, the cuffs and the leash are in this block of ice. Hopefully, you will decide to cross over the back yard and rejoin me before my husband comes home this evening. I have a spare set of keys. If not, then I'll take it you want no more of what we had this afternoon. If you do, then leave everything on and come as you are once you're free of the leash."

Samantha turned to leave, then paused with a final warning.

"By the way, that string isn't very thick. More like thread really. If I were you, I'd wait until the ice was completely melted before trying to pull the string to you. If you don't, you may actually snap the thread before you can retrieve the keys."

At this last statement, Samantha leaned over and kissed Aubrey on the forehead, her fingers playing about at her cunt before withdrawing and walking out the back door. As she left, she cranked the dial on the butt plug up to low, and heard Aubrey moan as she locked the door behind her.

Aubrey, for her part, had hours afterwards to contemplate her decision. Always on the verge of orgasm, she couldn't get enough friction to achieve it even though the butt plug continued to vibrate with monotonous regularity and her weight continued to press downward, leaving Aubrey feeling as if she were impaling herself more and more by the minute.

It was very frustrating!

The very act of obtaining the end of the string required all sorts of contortions. Movements that her body reminded with every jostle of the butt plug within her as she strained to get her fingers up to the string.

Even though it wasn't really that far from her physically, with her arms bound behind her back she had to stretch her body to the side, then shift her arms behind her to get closer to the string. Normally even this would be easy enough, but with the leash restricting her neck and her ankles bound in place, it was incredibly difficult.

By the time she was able to just touch the string with her fingertips, she was red in the face from the leash pulling tightly on the collar, and veins were popping up prominently in her forehead and neck.

She had to stop several times just to catch her breath!

Finally, she managed to get her fingers on her release. In doing so, she was practically bent into a reverse bow shape, her cunt thrust into the air towards the window facing the street, her pointed toes straining below widespread legs and the back of her head resting directly upon the back of the couch as she determinedly shifted her arms inch by painful inch across the couch cushions to the waiting string, but in the end she was successful!

Then she could only wait. She watched the sunlight diminish outside, then saw the glow of streetlights coming on. She realized if she wasn't free soon, anyone would have a prime view of her predicament from the sidewalk and street.

As the hours dragged on the ice slowly melted, and finally she felt comfortable tugging on the string. It was 7:45PM.

Samantha had been right, it was barely more than a thread! She patiently, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, pulled the thread to her an inch at a time, seeing the keys tip up out of the water filled container, then dragging a wet trail across her floor as they slowly made their way through the obstacle course of furniture legs.

There was one moment of panic, as the keys hung up as they crossed the string where it was wrapped around a furniture leg, but eventually they fell over it and continued on their journey without further drama.

Finally, she had the keys in her hand and was releasing the locks on her wrists.

Next was the lock at the leash attached to her collar, then the ropes at her ankles. Bending over only exacerbated her sensitivity to the butt plug.

She didn't stop for anything else before she had crawled on her hands and knees to the window and the curtains were closed once more, then she stood achingly, considering her final choice. She had made this choice hours before, but now it was time to follow through and she felt a certain amount of trepidation at what she was getting into.

She fingered the collar she had been forced to wear since the day before. The vibrating plug she had not yet chosen to remove was so low she was kept on the verge of orgasm. The constant instinctive moan was safely contained behind the ball gag. This was her chance to go over the edge now, and relieve her frustrations.

After being teased practically all day long, it would be earth shattering!

Finally deciding waiting wasn't going to change her perspective of things - or her final decision, Aubrey walked through her home, exited the back door, replaced the cuffs behind her back and locked them into place before proceeding back across the yard in the growing darkness, the moisture suffused skin of her body practically glowing under the rising moon.


Chapter Six - The Conclusion (added: 10/24/2009)

Gerard, Samantha's husband, arrived home at his usual late time. He'd had a bite to eat at the office without so much as a phone call from Samantha, and was a bit perturbed his wife had given no more thought to his birthday than a perfunctory card and quick kiss that morning.

"Hey Hun, I'm home. What say we go out for dinner tonight?" He yelled loudly into the vacant seeming house. His voice almost echoed in the dim lighting.

Not hearing any response, he dropped his keys on the side table and his briefcase on the floor, an irritated frown crossing his features as he trudged alone through his home after having to work on his own birthday. With his luck, his wife was probably out shopping again!

A quick scan of the downstairs indicated no presence of his wife until he arrived at the stairs.

Red rose petals were sprinkled liberally up each step.

His curiosity now rising with each step he quickly climbed the stairs to the second floor, curiosity and imagination providing dozens of attractive possibilities as to why his wife had left such a trail for him to follow. He fairly burst through the door, only to stop in amazement at the sight before him.

His nude wife lay bound on the bed, her arms and legs stretched wide exactly as she had (unknown to Gerard!) practiced a little over a week earlier. Her head was encased inside a black leather hood, and her hands clinched and unclenched with the tightness with which she had bound herself. Her arms were stretched so tightly, he could actually see the faint light veins on the inside of her forearms standing out against her flesh. Her balled fists were flushed red except at the knuckles, which were white from where she was clenching them. A bright red ball gag was clearly visible in her mouth, and the steel collar around her throat contrasted nicely with the flushed skin of her neck. A box of toys lay on the floor next to the bed, clearly intended for him to use on Samantha.

Walking closer, he traced a finger up her trembling leg, noting with delight her freshly shaven her cunt as he rubbed his fingers about her sex, enjoying the response he was getting in return from his blind and bound spouse.

Ignoring the fact he was still clothed himself, he flung himself down atop her body and began to nuzzle, nibble, and suck at her breasts. She was already soaking wet, and groaned in appreciation, arching her back upwards to give him even more access to her body.

He nuzzled his way downward to her mons, then nibbled, sucked, and licked his way farther, teasing her clit, her labia, and in general doing everything he could imagine to raise her arousal to the maximum extent possible.

He continued this for a long time, discovering with a shock in the process the anal plug, before finally moving up her body to caress her breasts. The writhing and moaning underneath him told him she was as excited as he was - maybe even more so, as he felt her thrust her cunt upwards towards the penis standing out determinedly against the front of his dress pants as she continued to strain at her bonds.

She really wanted to fuck bad!

Smiling, he decided to make her wait still longer as he continued to suck at her nipples while pulling off his own shirt. He rose to his knees and stripped off the rest of his clothing as fast as he could, kicking off his shoes and piling his garments on the floor haphazardly while repeatedly interrupting his disrobing to drop down again to continue his oral servicing of Samantha.

After a while, she seemed to tire of it, thrusting herself upwards again and again, moaning behind the gag and tossing her head about.

She was ready to fuck, damn it!

Finally deciding he was ready as well, he began sliding up her body. He placed his penis between her breasts, squeezing her breasts together, sliding back and forth in their combined sweat as each one's passions grew and his free hand reached back to stroke her cunt seductively.

He considered removing her gag so she could orally service him, then started as he felt a light touch on his back.

Tumbling forward and rolling onto his right side with a shocked yell, Gerard looked back only to see his completely nude, mischievously smiling, wife looking back at him!

Gerard did a double take then, between Samantha and the woman laying on the bed beside him, the strange woman's pelvis still thrusting upwards accompanied by groans of need and pleasure.

"I thought I'd give you something different for your birthday, lover." was all she said in a low purring voice.

Remembering to breathe again, Gerard could only take in the sight as Samantha, looking him in the eye the entire time, leaned forward over the bound woman on the bed and began to suck slowly at each distended nipple while she stroked the woman's pussy seductively with her hand.

"She can have you first, but I get you last and she had better leave me a little something too! Oh, and I'm denying her orgasms for right now, so don't make her come yet. I want her begging for more after she spends the night chained in our basement - or maybe at the foot of our bed, depending on what you wish. She's to please us both tonight if she has any hope for getting of herself sometime tomorrow!"

This last statement, obviously heard by the woman below, was accompanied by a gagged cry of frustration as she tried to rub her cunt against Samantha's thigh, her arms at the point of pain as the cuffs bit into her wrists while she stretched her body down to gain greater contact with her mistress as her hips humped the air furiously.

Samantha let her continue, as she herself picked up a matching steel collar with leash, a bright red ball gag and a pair of handcuffs from the box, and made a show of locking the steel ring around her neck and gagging herself, before locking her wrists behind her back. She hen bowed down on her knees at the edge of the bed, before her master.

In the process, Gerard noticed that Samantha too, had a matching bright red butt plug peeking from between the curves of her ass cheeks. It was quite easy to spot, as Samantha's ass cheeks thrust into the air, forming something of a strange heart shaped figure in the process.

Gerard looked at his wife and then at the bound woman beside her, shock slowly being displaced with disbelief, which in turn was replaced with excitement as the possibilities sunk in.

She then raised her head to look up at him, her come hither expression obviously one intended to gesture him to join her, her own face only inches from the soaking hot cunt of the wildly writhing woman his wife had brought into their bedroom.

Gerard quickly retrieved the leash and pulled her forward and kissed her passionately and deeply, his hands roaming over her body and hugging her close and tight, her breasts crushing into his own chest and his penis throbbing between them.

Then he turned her around and nudged her forward towards Aubrey.

Awkwardly, though also willingly, Samantha crawled forward on her knees until she was positioned between Aubrey's thighs. She felt the ball gag being unbuckled and looked up at her husband who only held a finger to his lips in a gesture meant to silence her.

Obeying the unspoken command, Samantha turned her attention to the soaked cunt before her.

She had never tasted pussy before, and knew this was what her husband was going to demand.

Oh well, better to volunteer than be forced, she figured, so she nuzzled forward and began to mimic the moves she had seen both her husband and Aubrey perform on her previously.

Her first taste was interesting. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before, and with increasing enthusiasm she began to service Aubrey, who by now was practically shaking the bed posts in a vain attempt to grind her cunt closer to Samantha. Her moans pausing only long enough for her to breath in fresh air before moaning again. Her breasts rising and falling with each gasping, raspy breath.

Aubrey was so close to orgasm it was about to drive her insane, and grunts and groans of pleasure mixed with anguish, practically mindless desire and sexual need emanated from the bound woman in almost palpable waves of heat.

Samantha made sure not to do TOO good of a job, keeping Aubrey on the edge. With her thick mane of blonde hair, she knew Gerard couldn't see too clearly what she was doing, and so she resorted to nibbling delicately at the juncture of Aubrey's thigh and cunt area, carefully keeping the orgasm starved woman breathless in anticipation of the orgasm she could never quite reach.

Samantha, for her part, felt her husband move up behind her. She felt him grip her hips and then felt his manhood slide, without further preamble, deeply into her own moist cunt that was thrust so invitingly up into the air.

The sensation of having her husband's penis inside of her doggy style at the same time she was otherwise plugged was a completely novel sensation, and Samantha rolled on wave after wave of pleasure.

She felt him thrust vigorously for what seemed like an eternity, time in which Samantha found herself coming close to climaxing, before she felt him withdraw suddenly.

Puzzled she started to turn her head, only to have Gerard thrust on the back of her head, gripping a healthy handful of her long blonde hair, and force her face back onto Aubrey's cunt. Faking it was out of the question as Samantha once more serviced Aubrey as enthusiastically as she could without sending her over the edge.

Doing as her master bade her, her mouth furiously working at the woman beneath her, Samantha felt Gerard fumble with the butt plug, then lifted her head and cried softly in pain as he pulled it out and replaced it with his penis.

Without regard, Gerard began to pump rhythmically now, shoving mercilessly back down on the back of Samantha's head as he did so.

Samantha, in spite of her initial pain, found herself getting wetter even as she felt her husband's hand slip from the back of her head and neck and downward along her ribs, around her shapely hips, and then forward to begin to stroke at her clit and soaking cunt as his full weight pressed down on her back.

After a few more minutes, he slipped his fingers inside her, hooking them upwards until she felt her g-spot being stimulated. Then felt him tug at her cunt with his hand with each stroke in her ass. As he withdrew himself from her, her body tended to follow, and at each such movement his hand would tug firmly back upwards, exciting her swollen g-spot, then sliding back over it as her body shifted forward again with each new thrust.

In minutes, Samantha was burying her face in Aubrey's thoroughly soaked pussy, eyes clamped shut tightly and gritting her teeth as the orgasm ripped through her like a tornado at the very moment she felt her husband explode inside of her.

Knowing her husband, Samantha was certain he was wearing one of the condoms he'd found in the box, and she was also just as certain that either herself or Aubrey was going to be forced to clean him up after he finished.

She just wasn't sure if she was looking forward to, or dreading, the possibility that she may have to service him herself, or watch another woman do it for her.

Raising her head, she noticed Gerard didn't force her down once more and Samantha breathed deeply in the afterglow as her husband tugged the leash and raised her up onto her knees, his member still embedded within her derriere, hugged his arms about her body warmly and nuzzled her neck through her tousled blonde tresses as his hands explored her breasts and softly stroked her cunt.

Samantha said nothing, luxuriating in the affections of the moment and the sense of utter security she was experiencing right then, her cuffed hands sliding carefully downward between her back and his firmly muscled lower abdomen, to explore delicately through the moistened pubic hair at his manhood and feel where the still somewhat stiffened member disappeared into the crevice between her own buttocks. She found the edges of the condom, just as she had suspected, and could already feel his spent fluids seeping past the remaining rolled edge of the latex.

Aubrey, meanwhile, was convulsing and shaking her head in one long continuous whimper, thrusting her reddened, swollen, and soaking wet cunt upwards with such force she was practically bouncing her ass off of the mattress as she was once more denied release.

The thought of being forced to stay this aroused all night was more than she could bear, and she would do anything, submit to any degradation, perform any act no matter how perverted - if she would just be allowed to cum!

Just once.

That was all she wanted....

It was going to be a long evening for all involved.......a most enjoyable evening for most.....an incredibly frustrating evening for at least one.......and a birthday Samantha's husband would never forget.