Dark Desire

 

CHAPTER ONE – MY PLAN

 

Since I was 15 years old, and my girlfriends started an all girl club where we experimented with sex, masturbation, spankings, humiliation, and bondage, I have had a desire to live out my fantasies in real life.  So when my father died and left me his antique store in the Village, I began to plot out a way to find the answer to my hidden and darkest desires.

 

I had worked in the shop for years, and knew the business and clientele very well. I thought it out very carefully. I had to make this work so if things fell into place, I would have no control to stop it. But if it didn’t, I could get free.  It took a while of planning and designing but finally I though I had the details worked out rather well.

 

I installed some hooks and pulleys to the ceiling and eye bolts in the floor that were hidden by the cabinets and work bench in the back room which was just out of sight from the main store, divided only by a gray canvas curtain that hung on a rod in the doorway to the back room. I decided to try out my plan as a test only.

 

I first tied each ankle to each eyebolt which held my feet wide apart. I also had an eyebolt dead center of the other two in the even I wanted my feet to be tied together so my legs were not spread. But for the test I tied them apart which was a good 28 inches.

 

Next I took duck tape and taped the key to the front door of the store to my left forearm, and to my right forearm I taped a key to a padlock that would hold my arms tightly above my head.

 

I then took a small rope that was already hanging from the pulley, and attached it to a pair of leather wrist cuffs that Velcro in place. There is a metal loop through each cuff where I plan to lock the rope to with a pad lock. I measured off how much rope I would need, and then tied it off into another loop. Here is where the pad lock would attach the rope to my wrist cuff and permanently secure my hands above my head until the lock was unlocked.   I place my wrists in each cuff and attached the Velcro seal. With my wrists now attached to the pulley, I started pulling downward on the rope as the pulley started lifting my hands. When my hands were where I though they should be,  I slid the padlock through the rope and through the loop in my wrist cuff. However, I just realized that once locked, I would not be able to reach the key on my forearm in this position. So I had to position the padlock key in another place or I’d never be able to get myself free.  I decided to just leave the key in the lock for my test. So I let my hands down, took off the tape holding the padlock key, and inserted it into the lock, raised my hands again and then locked the lock securely.

 

No to test my invention. I could not move my legs, or free my hands. I could only sway and move as much as the rope would give, but that was all. I was now secure.  I reached my hand to the lock and unlocked the lock and was easily able to free myself.

 

Now, I needed to find a place to attach the key making it more difficult but not impossible to get to. I decided to attach it to a small chain from my wrist cuff so it would dangle loosely, and I’d have to fish for it and then work it up into my fingers and actually push it into the lock.  I tried this as a dry-run, and it worked. It took me several minutes, but I was able to do it.

 

Then next part of my plan was not just to be bound here, but I wanted to be totally helpless if I should happen to be discovered, and totally at their mercy. My fantasy at this point is for someone to find me bound like this and do what ever they wish to me so I can’t stop them. To live out my bondage and humiliation sexual fantasy.

 

This Friday night after the store closes, I plan to attempt my first try at this.  I would shut off all the store lights at closing, but accidentally leave the front door unlocked. That way if anyone tried the door, it would let them in, and if they discovered me in the back room, I would be theirs. It was risky I know, but I was desperate and burning with desire to experience helpless forced humiliation and sex.

 

My plan also called for me to tag the key on my forearm as the Store Front Door, so whoever finds me could lock the door and play with me for as long as they desired.  Also, I felt it only appropriate to make the scene more alluring, I would be stripped to my bra and panties. So I decided on a pair of pale blue lacy bra and panties set. Also, I knew that to make this more humiliating, I had to be totally shaved so prior to going to work Friday morning, I would soak in the tub, and save my pubic hair from my ass to my belly button.  I though also a nice touch would be to have a vibrator, some clothes pins and a riding crop all in a basked on the floor next to me, just in case.

 

I was so nervous. I couldn’t sleep hardly Thursday night. I rubbed myself nearly all night, but did not allow myself an orgasm. It had to be the most explosive orgasm I had ever had in my life it all this actually transpires.

 

Finally, the alarm was going off and I flew out of bed for my bath. I soaked in the hot water dreaming about tonight.  After my bath, I shaved everything. I was smoother than I had ever remembered myself when I was a young girl. After dressing in my usual skirt, white blouse and sandals, I was off to work. The shop is only two doors down from the apartment we had as a family. So I walked, opened the store, and the locked the front door as I was early.

 

First thing, was I had to go back to the back room and look at what awaited me this evening. I felt my pussy growing wet. My nipples were hard and my breathing was quick. I felt my knees trembling. I envisioned myself tied there as a stranger was standing where I was now standing, just looking at my naked body. Deciding how he wanted to spend the night using me.  I felt the cold hands caress my naked breasts and pinching my nipples. Then the paid of the clothes pins as they bit into my tender nipples. My smooth bald pussy being explored. I was feeling my panties becoming soaking wet when I heard a knock at the front door.

 

I was brought to reality. My face flushed red. I quickly tried to gather my composure. Went through the curtain doorway, pulling it closed and opened the front door. The customers were arriving.  All day long I studied each male customer, wondering if he would be the one that would return by chance tonight and find me. I though what it would be like to feel the hands of each man that came in that day, rubbing over my naked flesh, pinching me, violating me, making me howl with pain and pleasure. I was so lost in my thoughts, I failed to recognize a young woman calling me to help her with an item in the corner.

 

It was the longest of days for sure. But the clock said twenty past four O’Clock. And the store closes in ten minutes. My heart was pounding. At last, all were gone. I locked the door and counted out the cash register. Put the month in the safe, and the closed out the lights.  I tip toed back to the front door, and unlocked it. I also turned over the closed sign to open. The store was nearly pitch black. The light coming from the room in the back through the canvas curtain was all that could be seen in the dark room.

 

I hurried back, knowing that I had to be in place before anyone could enter. So I quickly stripped to my bra and panties. Tied my feet to the center bolt. I decided I wanted my feet together for more humiliation as my panties were slid down by the stranger.  As I was attaching my wrists, I realized I had to pee. I though for a moment. I though I would hold it to help with the anticipation and humiliation. I decided to set a timer for one hour. If no one came in by the end of one hour, I would free myself, dress and go home,  to try it again next Friday night.

I was in place, all was as it should be.  I locked the lock. Now I could only wait and listen to the clicking of the timer. It was so quiet in the store. I was nervous and cold. I was wishing I had put a blind fold on. If nothing happens tonight, I will blindfold myself, and even put tape over my mouth next week. I had to really pee badly and was having to really wiggle. I looked at the timer and only fifteen minutes had passed. I had to hold my pee for another forty five minutes.

 

My arms were getting tired from being up for nearly half an hour now, and I felt like quitting so I could go and pee. Suddenly, it dawned on me that if I was discovered by someone and the called the police, I had to have a story. It wasn’t robbery as the money was safely put away.  What would I say?  How would I explain the hooks and pulleys?  I had not given this enough thought. But I had to pee so bad now that I couldn’t focus on that. It was all I could do to keep from peeing. I just knew I’d never make it until the bell rang on the timer. I still had twelve minutes to go.

 

I felt the pee starting to dribble out, and my already soaking panties were now getting wetter as the pee began to flow. I heard it hit the floor and felt it run down my legs and splatter onto my feet. It felt so good for the release, but I hated the thought of cleaning up the mess. OH NO, What if someone comes in now as I am covered in my piss?  The whole fantasy would be ruined. Then I heard the bell go off and I jumped.  Thankful and disheartened at the same time, I began my procedure to free myself.

 

Once free, I slid off my panties and let the lay on the floor in the puddle of pee. I tiptoed out to the store and locked the front door.  Then back to the mess. I stood there a moment, horny as hell and smelling the pee. I stood in the puddle, took the vibrator from the basket, put it between my legs and then re attached the cuffs to my hands. It was just seconds when the first wave came over me. My knees gave way, the vibrator dropped into the pee, and I hung by my wrists as the orgasm over took me. Oh, how I wish that had been at the hands of some stranger.

 

I gathered my composure, cleaned up the mess and myself, and decided to put on my pee drenched panties to wear home. They were drying a bit, so I put them on. They smelled bad, and I knew that I would smell if I happened upon anyone, but it was the price to pay since I didn’t get my humiliation fantasy tonight.

 

I showered and went to bed, laying there thinking about what could have been. How I might improve the experience and make it more exciting. What if I left the store lights on and people would think I’m still open. Surely that would let entice someone into the store.  Maybe I could just make arrangements with a customer in advance to have an item they desire available after hours and tell them I’ll meet them at the store.  No, that would spoil the mystery of not knowing who would be the one to fulfill my fantasy. Maybe I will attach a sign to my bra saying I have to pee. The person might make me pee myself while blindfolded and gagged hanging from the ropes. Or maybe they will hold a jar and I’ll have to pee in it while they watch.  I had so much to think about and plan. Will it happen next Friday? Time will tell.

 

 

Chapter 2 – My Next Attempt

Coming Shortly