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
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
CHAPTER 2 – MY NEXT ATTEMPT
Friday arrived slowly, but I did take advantage of the time to work out some details that should make things a bit more interesting and intense. I would blindfold my self, and put tape over my mouth. Of course this means that I wouldn’t be able to see the timer, so I won’t know how much time I have left on the clock.
Also, I would remove my bra so I would only have my panties on. I would feel my hard nipples waiting for the attack of strange hands, or the clothes pins. I decided against leaving all the store lights on, however I was going to leave one on near the front of the store so it will attract more attention from the street. Also I wanted the light coming from the back room to still be noticeable from the store so anyone who would enter would know someone was in the back room and perhaps come looking for me when they saw there was no store clerk available. I would play by ear my need to pee. If I needed to pee really bad, I decided to go before I tied myself up. However if I felt the urge but it wasn’t bad, I would hold it and see what happens.
Another decision I had made was to masturbate every hour from the moment I woke up until I tied myself up at night. Only I would stop short of an orgasm. I wanted to be super horny and very wet and anxious. I thought it would add to the thrill of it all if someone should discover me and take advantage of the situation.
It was a long day, and after playing with myself 10 times but not having an orgasm, I was extremely frustrated and horny. I was actually quivering as I tied myself up. I decided to tie my legs together but I would lower the waist band to just above my shaved mound to entice any stranger to take advantage of the situation. I was smoothly shaved again, and the toys were available as before. Only this time I placed them on a table next to me rather than in a basket, and included a little card with the words….., “I’ve been a very bad girl” next to the items. In addition to the previous items, I had added a large dildo, a butt plug as well as the vibrator, six clothes pins, and a thin riding crop. I set the timer for an hour, taped the store key and a note that it was for the front door to my left breast right over my nipple. It would add to the sensation if the stranger decided to take the bate, and ripping the tape from my nipple I though would be awesome. I fastened my wrists in their cuffs, pulled them tight and locked the lock. Standing there with the lights on, but me in total darkness from the blindfold, I could only hear the clicking of the timer, and the cars outside going by.
I counted the clicks. It seemed as if hours were going by. I was getting desperate and feeling discouraged. Then I heard the little bell on the front door ring as it always does when you open it. My heard stopped. My breathing stopped. I suddenly got scared and though I should quickly undo my bonds and hide. But there wouldn’t be time for that. I listened quietly.
“Hello?” “Hello?” “Are you open?” Definitely a woman’s voice.
Then the door shut and the bell rang again. Had they left? Or were the in the store coming closer to me? I listened for foot steps. Waited for the curtain to draw back. But nothing. A few minutes went by and still nothing. They must have left. Suddenly my nerves were on edge and my bladder was beginning to make itself known.
Just when I felt like reaching for the chain that holds the key to the lock, I heard breathing near me. I froze and held my breath. Was it my breath I heard? No, I hear breathing. Someone had entered and stayed in the store. They didn’t go. Who was it? Was it more than one? Was it a man, woman or both? My mind raced and my heart beat even faster. I gasped through my nose and breathed quickly then tried to hold my breath again.
A finger traced a line down the center of my back. I shivered. OH MY GOD! What have I done? I felt fingers lightly travel across my back, around my side, under my right arm, across the side of my right breast and then circle over my right nipple.
The note on my left breast was pulled off. Then I felt the fingers fumble with the tape getting it to peal away from my skin. A sudden jerk and the tape ripped away from my breast. pulling my nipple in a very abrupt and erotic way as it caused a sharp pain to my nipple. The key hit the floor and bounced once. I heard the person pick up the key and walk over to the table of sex toys. I wondered what was going on. Who was it? My mind racing. My breathing quickened. And suddenly a sharp pain to my left nipple again. The fingers were pinching it and pulling it. Then the pain of the clothes pin. I felt it clasp tightly against my tender nipple. A slight pull on the clothes pin, and rotating it. Then the same to my right nipple. Sharp pinching and burning sensation. I gasped. My pussy was very wet. My day of masturbating to the edge of orgasm had done the trick. I was getting so aroused so quickly. I muffled a whimper in my taped gag. The fingers toyed with the chain hanging from my wrists as if studying my escape route. The key was pulled off the chain leaving me helplessly at the mercy of the intruder. No way now for me to ever unlock the lock and free myself. Then footsteps out to the store area and I heard the bell again as the front door opened. It shut and then the key turned from the outside. What was he doing? Was he leaving me here to suffer all night? Was he going to come back later? What had I gotten myself into?
My breasts and nipples now burning, I felt my bladder growing heavy with urine. It must have been fifteen minutes then I heard the front door opening, the bell sound and the door shut. I heard the lock being locked with the key. My mind followed the footsteps back to my location in the back room. Sounds unfamiliar to me were taking place as if the intruder was working on something. I would later discover the intruder had set up a tripod with a video camera to film the entire evening.
The intruder then placed something over my ears and adjusted it. It fitted like ear muffs I wear sometimes in the dead of winter. But loud music was suddenly flooding my head. My concentration was now diverted. I couldn’t hear what was going on in the store. I could only hear loud music playing directly into my ears, and feel what ever sensation my intruder decided to inflict upon me. I tried to stay focused to my body.
I felt the fingers again going down my back. Light strokes down the center of my back. A shiver went through me as I moaned. I felt my breasts shake and jiggle lewdly as I shivered from his touch. Then I felt two hands from behind gently caress the sides of my body and slid up to my underarms and forward over my breasts. Holding my breasts from behind and squeezing them at the same time toying with the clothes pins.
My heart stopped when I felt the pins being removed while my intruder was still holding my breasts from behind. It hit my like a bucket of ice water, there was a second person in the room. Standing in front of me removing the clothes pins as my intruder held my breasts tightly with his hands from behind. Now I was getting very scared. Another shiver. Pain in my nipples as the blood rushed back into them. Then the person in front began sucking them as the person behind me continued to hold and squeeze them. I was burning with desire between my legs, and nervously shaking with freight at the same time.
Then hands behind me slid down and caressed over my butt cheeks. I lost track of the idea that my pussy was still waiting for their attention. The person was still sucking my nipples and now squeezing my breasts while the person behind me was feeling around in front of me. His hands and fingers explored over my panties to my lips and wet crotch. Then I felt my panties begin to slide down my hips. All the way down to my tied ankles. There it was. I was now totally exposed. Naked, shaved, and blindfolded with two strangers doing what ever they wanted to do to explore my body. Where would it all end up? My God, I though. I could be tortured, raped, and even murdered and no one would ever know. What the hell was I thinking when I set this all up?
My ass cheeks were being pulled apart. All I could do was listen to loud music and try to wiggle and scream in my taped mouth. The hands explored between my ass cheeks, probing my butt hole, and my soaking wet pussy.
The person in front gave up on my breasts. I don’t know what was happening but I felt my panties being pulled on then suddenly they were pulled away from my ankles. I guess they were cut as my feet were not untied. I felt the tape on my mouth being pulled away.
I gasped and breathed hard. “Who are you?” I said. But before I could say another word, I felt rough hands pushing the soaking crotch of my panties into my mouth and the tape going back over my mouth. Now I had to taste my encrusted panties from a days worth of excitement. Before I knew what was going on next, as the music was so distracting, a sharp sting to my ass. I imagined it was the crop. Then another, and another. Perfectly place swats from the crop were landing on my firm tight ass cheeks. I felt my ass burning. The heat in my ass was quite noticeable, and my pussy was now dripping on my flesh. My bladder was growing ever so heavy. If I lost control, no telling how that might upset my captors. And I couldn’t tell them I needed to pee.
My ass cheeks were opened up again. Held open by one pair of hands. The other person now slid a greased up butt plug into my ass. Then the dildo was being forced into my tightly closed pussy. Then I as left alone again. No attention. The vibrator in the dildo was turned on. I stood there with no hands touching me. The nipple clamps again attached roughly snapping onto my sensitive nipples. I exploded. I screamed into my gag and wet panties. Jerking and thrashing against my bonds. Wave after wave of orgasms went through me. I hung by my wrists, my feet not able to hold me up.
All of this was being filmed, though I didn’t know that at the time. My captors were just enjoying the show as I came and came for their pleasure. This is what I had been dreaming about for so long. I lost all concern for my safety. I just lost all sense of reality as I had the most intense powerful series of orgasm I had ever known possible.
Nearly unconscious, I was helped to reality. The music was removed from my ears. The vibrator was removed. My feet were untied and my gag was removed. The voice I heard was female. Young I estimated perhaps in late teens early twenties. My hair was pulled back and in my ear the young woman said that I had better remain completely quiet. I nodded my submission to her. My hands were lowered and I was being helped onto something that enabled me to lay back some. My legs were now being tied wide open and bent at the knees. I felt the other person getting into position between my legs, and suddenly a sharp thrust of a monster cock was shoved into my soaking pussy. I was in such ecstasy. I was being raped by a huge monster cock by someone I could not see, and my breasts being abused by a young woman at the same time. In my ear she was whispering to me, calling me a slut, whore, and piece of worthless cunt flesh. Pinching my nipples as she did. She told me I was going to drink the load of cum from his dick.
I tried to whisper back that my bladder was about to burst. She told me I had better hold my pee until he finished fucking me, or I would suffer severely. I tried to obey. He pulled out and in a second, was shoving his dick into my mouth. I tasted my soaking mess on his dick as he pushed back and forth into my mouth. A few jerks from his dick, and thick hot sperm began to fill my mouth. The girl told me not to swallow until all of it was in my mouth. I had better not let any of it drip out of my mouth either. I held my tongue back so my mouth was like a bucket holding all his seed. He pulled out and wiped his dick over my face and nose.
“Swallow it bitch” she said. I closed my lips around the load of cum in my mouth and slowly swallowed in small amounts to savor the humiliation. I swallowed about four times and then it was gone. The flavor was most strong after the mess went down. I hated it, but longed for another load.
I was left alone for a few minutes while they made more plans. I kept tasting what was left on my tongue and wishing I could rub my pussy as I did. Roughly I was helped back to my feet. Arms pulled high above my head again. My legs tied apart wide, and then felt something being held between my legs.
“Piss your guts out, slut” the female voice said into my ear. I was so humiliated. I let loose, and felt my hot pee begin to run out of me. It was a forceful stream that went for a couple of minutes it seemed.
When I had finished, my female captor informed me I was going to now wash down all my lovers cum. My hair was pulled back tilting my head, and a large container was put to my lips.
“DRINK BITCH!”
I did. I drank all my hot piss, gagging and feeling it run down my chest and hitting the floor. I drank and swallowed as much as I could. She poured faster than I could swallow, but I know I drank most of it. I felt like I would get sick.
The spent several more hours it seemed using the riding crop on my pussy, and breasts. I was feeling raw. Another hard fucking and swallowing of his cum. Then the key was placed in my hand. I was told not to undo my bonds until I had counted to 100. Other wise I would severely beaten.
When I was free, I layed on the floor naked. I couldn’t help myself, but needed to masturbate again. The butt plug still in my ass. I exploded again. I wondered if I set this up again next weekend would the same people come back? Who were they? They might come to the store and I would never know it. But I did get to live out my darkest fantasy. It was awesome. The most intense feeling I had ever experienced……, and I lived through it.
CHAPTER 3
The Secret Meeting
I took a couple of days off to recover. Laying mostly in bed, or on the couch watching TV with my hand rubbing my pussy. Re-living the event left me constantly wet in a state of arousal. My heart raced as my head swarmed with scenarios of what might have happened. Kidnapping. Sold into slavery to someone in a foreign country. KILLED! I suddenly got scared and though I’d better quit while I was ahead.
I opened the store the next day and business was as usual for the rest of the week. During the weekend I closed early on Saturday and to the country for a breather. I looked up an old friend and was able to make arrangements with her to spend the night. Kelly was in my freshman class at collage and we got pretty close. Then she dropped out. We went out to dinner and chatted about old times. Laughed and drank some wine. When we got back to her cabin we opened another bottle of wine and sat in front of the TV.
We were both feeling quite into the spirit of things when she suggested we play a game. I was willing and she laid the rules down. We each had to tell a secret then dare the other person to guess if it was a story or the truth. Sort of like the kids game of truth or dare. Kelly said she wanted to go first.
“Ok,” she said, “Know why I dropped out of collage”?
“No, why?”
“My boyfriend made me.”
“Your boyfriend made you? Why would anyone make another person give up their education?”
“Here’s the secret….., He was in trouble and needed money. So he talked me into erotic dancing at a strip club.”
“WHAT!” “Is That TRUE?”
“You tell me, precious” She said with a coy look in her eyes.
“Hmmm, I think you’re making it up. NOT TRUE!” I said as I folded my arms sure I was right.
“You loose… It’s true.”
“REALLY?”
“Yup. And what’s more, I not only had to strip naked on stage, but I gave lap dances and even some blowjobs for extra tips. I made over ten thousand dollars in two months and Jimmy was able to pay off his debts. After that the shit broke up with me because he said I was nothing but a whore.”
“Oh baby, that’s awful. I’m so sorry”
“Ok, you’re turn. What-cha got?”
I was trying to think of a secret besides what I had just went through. I didn’t really know how to tell it, and what would Kelly think of me afterwards? But I couldn’t come up with anything. So here goes…..,
“I tied myself up naked in my shop, blindfolded myself, and left the front door open after hours. People came in and took sexual advantage of me while I was helpless. Even being fucked and then forced to swallow a strangers cum.”
“OH SHIT…! That’s too awesome. Tell me your actually did that”
“No, you tell me. It’s your turn to guess”
“I say NO WAY. Not you. I’d never see you doing anything weird like that. NOT YOU!”
I put my head down, then started giggling from the wine.
“It’s true. All of it. And what’s more, I had to pee so bad that after being forced to hole my pee while they abused me, I was then ordered to pee in a bowl and they fed it to me. I had to drink it.”
We laughed and screamed over the secret lives we were divulging. We drank the rest of the bottle of wine and from what I can foggily remember, we went upstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep in her bed. I remember stripping to my panties and tee shirt, Kelly though stripped naked. She had a stripper’s body. We crashed until about Nine AM.
As we lay in bed, with headaches, Kelly rolled over facing me and questioned me about my secret. She had me confide in her my deepest darkest fantasy about being controlled and used while being totally helpless. To be humiliated and forced to do things beyond my control. I knew as I was telling her all my secretes and desires, she was rubbing her pussy under the covers. Then she popped the question.
“Let me take control of you”
“What?”
“Let me be in control. I will help you fulfill your fantasy”
“I don’t know, Kelly. It’s not the same. I’d know it was you. I’d know we planned it. For me it has to be totally without my being aware of anything taking place. Totally spontaneous and totally forced. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” she said. Then she reached over and began rubbing her fingers over my breasts. I wanted to touch her but I froze. She got down under the covers and I felt her licking the outside of my panties over my clit. Her spit was wetting my panties, and my pussy was wetting them. I opened my legs a bit. She stopped me. Sliding the waistband down ever so slightly, just enough to reveal the split and to see I was completely smooth with no hair, she began licking me and sucking. It didn’t take long and I exploded. I felt my pussy gush. She then pulled my panties off, pulled the covers down and opened my legs wide, pushing my knees up and apart. Diving into my soaking pussy, she licked and sucked until I exploded again. She got up and took a shower. I never got to have her. Though I felt good from the orgasms, I felt empty like I wasn’t satisfied.
The weekend was over, and I had to leave. She asked if I thought I’d ever repeat the bondage thing at the store again. I said I didn’t know. I wanted to, but was afraid it could turn out to be dangerous. Kelly hugged me and kissed me on the lips, biting my lower lip. I invited her to come up to the Village sometime. We kissed again, and I left.
Next day I was so tired. I was awake all night, aroused and unsatisfied by what Kelly did with me. I managed to shower and dress. Had some coffee and left for the shop. When I opened the door to the shop, I paused. Looked around and began remembering the night I was abused by the strangers. I was tingling and weak. I managed to go to the back room and as I slid the curtain away, I froze. My pussy was so wet and my panties were actually soaking wet. There were the ropes, clips, all the other things I had laid out for my abuse. And the bucket I had to pee in and drink from. I saw stains on the floor no doubt from semen from the stranger. I wanted to tie myself up right then and wait, but I had to open the store soon.
I slid my panties down from under my skirt, and stepped out of them. I held the soaking crotch to my nose and inhaled. It was so erotic. I imagined it was from Kelly, and so I put them in my mouth and began sucking on them while I stood there playing with my pussy. I exploded in no time. I took my panties out of my mouth and wiped myself clean, then put them back in my mouth. I decided to spend the day at work without panties, and while getting the store ready, before I would unlock the front door, I would do my work with my panties in my mouth. I had nearly 45 minutes before the store was to open.
As I walked around the store, dusting and straitening the shelves, I found a wooden tool with groves in going up the length. It was an old device for getting the juice out of a halved lemon, orange, or lime. I took the handle side which was thick at the end then tapered down thinner as it met the tooled end which was again larger in diameter then came to a rounded point. I played with it between my legs, and was getting so weak in my legs. It took no effort to push the handle all the way up my pussy. I left it there and continued walking around the store dusting and fixing the merchandise on the shelves with the panties still in my mouth. I was near another orgasm so I worked the new wooden dick in my pussy so it spun and slightly pulled and pushed on it until I again exploded. I went to my knees as I did.
Trying to recover from nearly passing out, I heard knocking on the front door bringing me out of my dazed condition. There were customers waiting to get in. I quickly looked at my watch and it was already 5 minutes past 9:00. SHIT! I pulled the dildo out, took the panties and wiped it off, then wiped my pussy before standing up. I put the devise back on the shelf. It had to reek of my pussy. I quickly went and unlocked the door apologizing. I know my cheeks were beet red as I felt I was on fire. I know too that the customers had to be able to smell me. The whole store smelled of pussy. I could smell myself. I wanted to go and shower so badly, but could not leave. I was so embarrassed. The woman and her husband were looking at each other with disgust on their faces as they shook their heads.
As each customer entered, I wondered if this was the person that abused, raped and had me swallow their cum, then forced me to drink my pee. I tried to watch their faces to see if I could tell. As the day went on, I could feel myself dripping down the insides of my legs. It was getting to be more than I could take. I finally went back to the back between customers and tried to call Kelly. I kept getting an answering machine. On the third attempt, I left a message inviting her to the store tonight after hours around 7.00PM. I hoped she would be the one to find me, but didn’t dare leave anything revealing on her machine in the event someone else heard it. Hopefully Kelly would know what I had in mind and come tonight.
It seemed like the morning was ten hours long. It was only lunch time. I locked the store as we always closed from 12:00 noon to 1:00 PM. I grabbed some lunch and used the toilet. I tried calling Kelly again, but no answer. I went back down to the store and found the lemon twister devise again, and pushed it up into my pussy and decided to walk around with it up in me, until nearly time to re-open the store. As I walked around the store, I found a small white envelope sitting on a shelf by some old antique bottles. That wasn’t there this morning, I though. It had no writing on it, but it was sealed. I opened it and took out a folded note. It read:
“Hello slut! I know your pussy is dripping wet, and you are wishing you could have another
session like the one we had before aren’t you?”
Oh my God! Someone in the store today was the person or persons who took me that night. I tried to think of everyone who entered the store. My pussy was throbbing around the devise it was holding. I began twisting and twirling it again as I read the note again and tried to remember who it was. It could have been anyone.
SHIT! They might even come back this afternoon. I ran back behind the counter and removed the lemon squeezer and put my wet panties back on. I did though find myself with an uncontrollable urge to put the pussy soaked handle in my mouth and suck on it. SO I DID. I thought about the person using me again while I was blindfolded. What would they do to me this time? Would they hurt me? Kidnap me? Kill Me?
There wasn’t much time, I ran back to the phone and once more called Kelly. NO ANSWER! I decided to leave a desperate message. I told her she had to come here tonight. It was a matter of life and death. Then the clock struck 1 time, and I had to open the store. My cold wet panties was a constant reminder of what I had done today, and was thrilling to say the least. There were only about 7 people in the afternoon. I watched intently to see if any one of them would go over and see if the note was still there. As far as I could tell, no one looked for the note. And not one of the even remotely looked like they had any intentions of desires for me.
Kelly called me around closing time and assured me she was on her way, not to leave the store. But she warned me not to pull the same stunt. I was to keep the door locked until she arrived. She said she would be here in about an hour.
When Kelly got here, she took me back to my place and worked out a plan. She knew I was at a level of arousal that was so strong that I was not thinking straight. She said two things:
“First girlfriend, you are going to obey me while I’m here, and I’ll see to it that your sexually satisfied. SECOND, we were going to reenact what I had done the last time for her, then we would do it again with the door open only Kelly would be waiting in the closet out of site with a weapon and a digital video camera.”
Then she ordered me to strip naked. WOW! I was hit like a ton of bricks had just dropped on me. My mouth dropped open, and I froze.
“YOU HEARD ME SLUT! I SAID STRIP! NOW!”
I stood up, and slid my skirt off, and my sweater. Then my bra and finally my nearly dry smelly panties. Kelly came over to me and said: “Whew girl, you stink. What the hell have you been doing to yourself?”
I told her about the day. Then she ordered me in the shower, and to shave my pussy freshly again.
After I came out of the bathroom, I was inspected from head to toe. Kelly then had me put on fresh panties, bra, shorts and slippers. I was to wear a robe over that, and then we went back to the store. Kelly sat in the back on a stool while I showed her exactly what I did that night. I stripped except my panties which were pulled down to the top of my slit. I tied myself up tightly and attached the blindfold, gag, and keys. I now waited. I thought Kelly was going to just let me go once she saw what I did. But she told me she was going to teach me a lesson.
I began struggling to get the key, but she grabbed the key and removed it. Then I felt my nipples being played with and pinched. My breasts were next. Her hands slid down my sides and across my belly. Her finger nails lightly scratched across my pubic mound toying with my slit thru my panties. Then I felt them slowly being slid down my legs. Nothing happened for a while. Suddenly, a sharp pain on each nipple as a clamp was attached. Then I felt the crop being pushed between my legs with upward pressure against my pussy slit. Back and forth it went rubbing on my clit. I was breathing heavy and my heart was pounding. I being taken back to that night again in my mind.
A sharp crack on my ass with the crop and I jerked. I felt my breasts bounce and the clips jiggling and pulling even harder. Another crack. Then another. Faster and faster they came. I was crying and screaming into my gag.
“Now my little slut, lets open the front door and see what happens, shall we?” Kelly said. I frantically shook my head no. I was crying under the blindfold. My ass was burning. My pussy was dripping and revealing my true feelings. My nipples were burning. Now the thought of strangers entering and finding me.
Next think I was aware of after a few minutes passed, was a tongue licking my pussy. I screamed in my gag from the shock but soon was thrusting my hips forward and trying to spread my legs. I felt my juices being devoured and my clit being licked in little circles, then sucked on. Back and forth like this and in just moments I exploded and screamed a muffled scream. The licking did not stop. This continued for about fifteen minutes and I think I had six orgasms. The clips were removed from by nearly numb nipples, with an exploding rush of blood back into them as they were removed. The pain was excruciating. Then a hot mouth and tongue sucked and gently licked and sucked my nipples while hands caressed my breasts. Then fingers were rubbing my wet pussy while my breasts were being sucked on. The mouth again back on my pussy. The gag was removed, and the pussy drenched mouth kissed me. I tasted my juices and smelled myself as I sucked in the tongue. I could only hope it was Kelly. When the blind fold came off. It was Kelly. I begged her to let me suck her breasts and lick her pussy this time. I wanted to taste a woman. She stripped, and put her breast in my mouth as I stayed tied with my arms above my head. I sucked each nipple she fed me. Then she gave me her panties which I eagerly took in my mouth and sucked on. They were drenched. I was then ordered to watch and keep sucking her panties as she now would use the crop on my pussy and my breasts. The pain and hurt was awesome and delicious. But what was in store for me, had not even begun. Little did I know that Kelly was about to sell me to be used as a bound slut to others while she recorded the entire event on her digital video camera. I would never have to leave my shop. She would make me repeat this episode every Friday and Saturday night for the next year. I would live my dream, she would become wealthy, and my honor and reputation would be destroyed as everyone she sold me to would tell others, and her videos would be posted on line for sale.
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