A Devilish Desire

A Devilish Desire

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

Chapter 1: Hellion bound

       Summer had officially started. Well, not the real summer but my summer anyways. Yesterday was graduation day. Four years of studying for midterms and finals were behind me but I wasn’t quite ready to leave it all behind. While my parents were already trucking on home to beat the mob of other proud parent in town for their children’s graduation I was lingering here. Four years had made this my home and I wasn’t eager to leave.

       My name is Whitney and I’m a 22 college grad. Standing at 5’7” with a slim build I’ve never had any problems capturing the attention of men. I’d love to say I keep their attention with my soft brown eyes accented with dark brown hair but I have a feeling it has a little more to do with my nearly D cup boobs. Hours lost lounging in the glow of a local tanning bed has kept my skin tanned in all places throughout the winter. Soon though that bed like many other things would be nothing more than a long lost friend.

       At the moment I didn’t really care where I was going to be in the future, all I can think about is the now. My focused concentration on the now had started almost a week ago. For seven agonizingly long days I have been thinking about right now. Breaking my traditional Saturday night routine I was planning on staying in tonight but this was going to be far better then attending any of the end of the year parties. In fact it was one end of the year party that specifically inspired me to stay home tonight.

       Last Saturday was spent with my roommate, a theater major, who was shopping for an end of the year costume party. Being as this was the end of the year party I knew everyone was going to be going over the top with their costumes so it was no surprise to me that our shopping excursion took us to the local adult parlor. I’ve been with Hailey to a few of her theater parties and they were all wild. The end of the year bash was going to be the craziest in town. No one parties the way the theater majors do.

       I smiled thinking back to the day. When that day had begun we were both planning to go to the party. It wasn’t till we drove up to the store and parked that my plans changed. Twisting between the seats I reached into the backseat to grab my purse which had slid to the opposite side of the car. I hadn’t unbuckled my seatbelt and I ended up fighting it trying to reach my purse.

As everyone with a modern car knows if you pull a seat belt all the way out till it stops you will engage the child restraint lock. The seat belt will retract but wont give out any slack until it has been completely recoiled. When I sat back down in my seat the belt retracted and I was pinned in place. Maybe it was a subconscious thought about heading into a store filled with costumes and sex toys or maybe something to do with the wild party we were preparing for. I’ve had seatbelts lock on me countless times and they’ve never been anything more then an irritant. This time I found myself indulging in a perverse thrill of being bound in my seat. Of course a quick press of the buckle and the seatbelt was off.

Today I am in my apartment with stuff I bought that day at the store along with three seatbelts from an auto parts store. All of my stuff both new and old was laid out before me on the kitchen table. It’s a little past 5pm so I didn’t have to worry about Hailey since the costume party started at 4. Theater parties usually rolled into the early hours of the morning on an ordinary week and this was to be extraordinary so only the lord knows when I would be seeing Hailey again.

Preparation began with the media. While my laptop booted up I check the batteries in my digital camera. My boyfriend, Ricky, enjoyed taking naughty pictures of me almost as much as I liked posing for them. My focus went back to my laptop as Windows chimed. First thing to do was log out of my instant messenger then turn on my webcam. I definitely didn’t want any of my friends messaging me and getting the feed from my cam yet I didn’t close out of the program. A click of the mouse and it would auto-login.

This was our game, this is how we get our jollies or at lest mine. Bondage was only a minor part of our sex life. I loved the thrill of having him digitally documenting me in risky positions and the fearful excitement of knowing my darkest secrets can be exposed to the world with an email containing a few photos. Ricky enjoyed taking the pictures not only because it excited me but because he got to keep them for later.

He would play on my kink by routinely stopping in the middle of sex to download the images onto my laptop. He would copy them into an email and tell me if I didn’t give him the best sex of his life he would send it. Horny as hell I always would give him amazing sex although on occasion he did send the pics. The first time he did it I nearly orgasmed and pissed the bed all that the same time. With great relief I found out he had sent it to himself. I’ve had countless sleepless nights with a finger or two deep in my cunt thinking about the fact pictures of me are saved in his email account.

Refocusing on my laptop I turned the wireless card on and quickly connected to the internet. I surfed around checking out several sites not inspired by any of them. I found sites to post pics on and sites to post vids on but tonight none were getting my juices flowing. Changing venues slightly I logged onto a naughty dating service. It was perfect. It had singles that were local and the site allowed members to stream live webcams. Again, this was all part of the game Ricky and I liked to play. I know he would never really post anything of me online but he will still play the part. The truth is I have to coax Ricky into playing the part of revealer. He really just plays along with the scene I usually setup. I think he does it purely because I enjoy it. That’s probably why I feel so comfortable risking opening myself up for a humiliating exposure when it should scare me out of my mind.

The last thing to do on my computer was play my favorite bondage movie. Yes, it’s a download. I downloaded a movie instead of buying it. What can I say; I’m a bad girl who needs to be spanked.

Now that I had entertainment it was time to start getting dressed. Already naked there was no time to waste stripping. There was no risk of being seen since the blinds closed the second Hailey was out the door. Well, almost no risk. The blinds weren’t completely closed. I liked leaving a narrow gap between the slats so that I could still see outside. My costume for tonight was still in its package. This I had bought last week with Hailey for tonight’s party. Smiling, I knew this devils costume would look even better here then at the party. If only my relatives knew how I was spending their graduation girt money.

There wasn’t a lot to the costume, just a corset and pants along with the required horns, tail and wings all were in naughty red. Being the first time I’ve ever worn a corset I mistakenly started with that. It hugged me from my hips to my armpits. My breast bulged out the top. The corsets half cup design lifted my boobs up on display. Lacing it wasn’t easy. In fact if it was a test I think I would have a D. The whole knots behind my back just didn’t work for me. As much as I wanted to feel it tightly squeeze me I settled for just slightly constricting. After all, I had bought it as a costume. It just needed to look good for Ricky. Once he got here we can see about making it feel good.

On their own the tight fitting latex pants wouldn’t have been easy to put on. The corset wasn’t helping the process any. I had both legs in the pants and had managed to get the top of the pants up past my knees. I really hadn’t thought anything about the tail falling off the pants. I didn’t assume that the Velcro or string or whatever was supposed to hold it in place had come undone. I saw it fall and thought nothing off it. That is till I looked at the end of the tail. I don’t mean the pointy end. All though that isn’t the best description it turns out.

At first I thought a mistake had been made, that the costume had been packaged wrong. As I read the package I realized it was right. My cheeks became flushed wondering if this was what Hailey was referring to when she asked me if I was sure this was my size. Right on the front of the packaging it listed all the clothing to include the butt plug with attached devils tail. The tail didn’t attach to the pants it stuck out through a hole. All I can say is Ricky had better be happy with wings and horns because this little devil wasn’t going to be sporting no tail tonight.

       It took some time but I did manage to get the pants all the way up. Interestingly the zipper didn’t zip up like a normal one did. This one started at the top and ran down between my legs to a strategically placed one inch hole in the back where the tail was meant to stick through. The latex literally hugged every curve of my body. Suddenly the future and an influx of cash to spend on clothing is sounding good. Not wanting to dawdle too long I picked up my favorite pair of heels. They weren’t comfortable to wear for a long day walking around but they made up for it in looks. Jet black stilettos, the leather encased my calves stopping just below the knee.

       The wings and horns quickly followed and in very short order my costume was complete. A short walk into my room brought me to a full length mirror where I found myself staring at a sexy hellion. I could probably convert a church like this but that wasn’t really what I had in mind right now. I’m thinking right now would be better spent racking up sins for confessional.

       Back in the kitchen I started with my bondage. Taking one of the retractable seatbelts I tied the retractor part to the corner leg of the kitchen table. With a second one I did the same thing but to the other leg of the table. The next part involved my legs. I took the end of the seatbelt which normally is bolted to the bottom of the seat and tied it around my ankle. There was no need to use locks since my hands would be secured in a timely fashion. My other ankle got the same treatment.

       With feet press side by side I reached down and grabbed the seatbelts. Standing up I pulled the belts through my hands un-spooling more and more of the belts till they both reached their stops. Releasing a little slack I let a few inches recoil and was rewarded by the ratcheting sound of the child locks. A soft pull confirmed that the locks had engaged and that I wasn’t going to retrieve any of the belt the mechanism had greedily gobbled up. From now on the spooling mechanism would keep any belt it retracted. Normally there is a certain amount of belt that is permanent excess which never retracts into the device. I had taken care of that with my ample knots. Both the spoolers would consume all the belt they are fed. The only stopping point would be when they hit the large knots at each ankle.

       Both belts quickly retracted as I let go with my hands. From now on I could only move my feet out. Every inch I gave in slack belt the coilers would keep. If I wasn’t careful I could end up with legs spit the length of the table. Not an impossible distance but I sincerely doubted its comfort. Looking at the table I picked up my next item and placed it unceremoniously in my mouth. Reaching behind I buckled the straps of the 2in matching red ball gag. This item wasn’t bought last week. It was withdrawn from its long time hiding place in the back of my closet.

       Like the gag the dildo I picked up had also made the journey from the closet and I have to confess it’s a little more bit more of a frequent traveler then the gag. Pouring a little lube on the tip of the toy I quickly had it greased from bow to aft and all around. There was no need to check the batteries, the very first thing I had done was pop in a new pair of C’s. Reaching between my legs I found the zipper and once again my nude sex was enjoying open air. Only after I had the toy completely buried in my pussy did I turn it on. I turned the toy to medium low. Like a cooked stake I wanted to be soft and juicy with plenty of pink in the middle. In this case rare was no fun to me and overdone would leave me too burnt out for Ricky later on. Sliding the zipper back down through my legs I sealed the toy within me.

       The time had finally come to complete my bondage, the final step that single-handedly would seal my fate. Once engaged my fate would be locked, my destiny set. There would be no way to back out or in this case free myself. I would be locking myself in place with no means of self escape. A pit formed in my stomach hearing my phone ring. What if that was Ricky saying he wasn’t coming over. The doubt was there but the track record wasn’t. In the last half hour my phone had rang a dozen times. Half were Hailey trying to get me out to her party, the rest spread among various other friends also wanting to hangout. This was the first call I hadn’t made it to for screening and ignoring. Ricky didn’t know what I had planned for tonight. All he knew was I had the night planned for the two of us alone at my place. That was all that needed to be said.

       Reaching up I grabbed the coil of rope hanging from the seatbelt tied to the ceiling. Conveniently located for tonight’s enjoyment was a hook from an old tenets kitchen lamp. This is where I had tied the third and final seatbelt mechanism. The belt itself, with great effort, I had tied into a slipknot. In the slipknot was regular rope wrapped into a 0 shaped triple coil with the slipknot around it making it look slightly like an 8. Pulling the belt down behind my back with one hand I reach back and slipped my other hand through one side of the rope coil. Transferring the seatbelt to the hand now coiled in rope I took my temporarily freed hand and slipped it through the other half of the coiled rope.

       Both wrists now had the coil of rope around them with the slipknot of the belt in between them. When the knot tightened up it would squeeze the rope coil together turning it from a 0 into a virtual 8. The coils would tighten around my wrists. The only way to free my wrists would be to untie the slip knot which would be impossible to do with my own hands once the ropes tightened.

       This was it, my moment of truth. Once the knot was tight I wouldn’t be getting free without help. Leaning forward I pressed my hips on the table till it was pressed against my latex covered clit. Swaying back and forth I rubbed myself on the table enjoying the magic the dildo was playing on me. Hand over hand I pulled slack out of the seatbelt all the while weighing the decision in my head. There was a lot of belt to pull out so I had plenty of time to make up my mind. My pussy was definitely in the hot and moist stage of its cooking.

       Fear ate at my confidence thinking about Ricky being my only means of escape. What if he didn’t show up, what if something happened that didn’t let him come. If he didn’t show I would be stuck. There was no way for me to untie myself, without him I would be stuck without release till Hailey comes home, probably at some god awful hour of tomorrow.

       I let a little of the belt slip through my fingers and retract. Stuck here for that many hours, there was no way I wanted that. Hailey finding me… I didn’t even know how to finish the sentence. My mind just paused. Hailey would find me in costume in bondage. On the table in front of me is lube and a camera. My laptop would still have the bondage flick playing since I had it on continuous repeat. Behind the window of the movie was worse. If she closed the movie she would find the WebPages left for Ricky.

       Hand over hand I pulled more belt out of the spool. I found myself strangle excited thinking of my humiliating discovery by Hailey. Of course the thought of spending that kind of duration like this was anything but appealing. That kind of time in this position especially with the door unlocked was not a pleasant thought. Ricky didn’t have a key which is why it was unlock. It’s a safe neighborhood but you never know when someone will break in or even mistakenly stumble in. All the apartments looked alike and there were plenty of people out drunk enough to make the simple mistake right now.
       The coil regained the belt that slipped through my fingers. As my mind weighed the pros and cons of my situation the belt played the indicator. Ricky wasn’t expecting anything so there was no reason I had to commit myself now. I could easily hangout just like this and commit when he actually gets here. But the thought of being inescapably bound was absolutely driving me wild.

       My thoughts returned to the possible appearance of a stranger walking in and finding a beautiful demoness bound in place. The pants became slick with girly honey thinking of being laid face down on the table with ankles split from table leg to table leg and arms raised to the ceiling while my mystery man took me from behind and committed all the lustful sins I was dressed for. Grinding my hips on the table I fantasized about his magnificent cock pounding my precious pussy while the webcam transmits and the blinds are flung open.

       With knees shaking my pussy quivered around the vibrating dildo. Grinding briefly turned into humping before my legs turned to gelatinous pillars and gave out. Moans ascended to screams muffled but not muted by the gag. Clenched eyes turned the world black as the orgasm hit like a bomb. I felt like I was riding a bull with a clock keeper who couldn’t count past five. From pinky toe to scalp my body glowed with euphoria. As the waves of ecstasy subsided I was brought back to the reality of the uncomfortable position I was in.

       Legs hadn’t just gotten weak, they had given out completely. I was now kneeling on the ground with ankles split to each side. My chin was pinned on the table top as a result of my arms being pulled up behind me. I tried to pull my arms down but got nothing. Worse then nothing I realized the slipknot was cinched around the rope coil. The child lock had engaged in the spooler and my wrists were stuck in the rope coil. I had said that the belt was the measurement between the pros and cons my mind was wrestling over. I guess you could say the pros won.

       It wasn’t easy but I did manage to work myself back to a standing position or at least close to it. I made it back on my feet which were now held a healthy two feet apart. I was standing but not quite upright. In the process of getting up the ceiling spooler had retracted more slack then I would have liked. With my wrists pinned palm to palm the raised position of my arms forced me to bend at the waist. I really couldn’t complain though. It was uncomfortable and didn’t feel good but this was exactly what I had planned for.

       All I could do now was hangout, watch my movie and wait for Ricky to come. Looking at the clock on the computer I noticed he was actually late at this point. It was well past 5:30 and he wasn’t here. It wasn’t like it was that unusual for him to be late but locked in place my doubt had nothing to do but build. My phone continued to ring aimlessly. I cursed myself for not calling Ricky before I did this. It wasn’t that I was worried about him not coming over it had just dawned on me that there might be a big factor influencing the ‘when’ I had missed. What I really should have done is find out how it was going with his parents and make sure they weren’t planning to stay late. Through the blinds I could see the roads in the distance were heavy with traffic making me wonder if maybe his parents were staying late. Oh well, worst case was I was stuck here till later tonight. Ricky would come, there was no way he would miss this going away cum together.

       Through thin walls I heard the sound of someone ascending the stairs. I crossed my fingers hoping it was Ricky coming to see me and not a neighbor going home. My front door opened. I smiled around my gag as I turned to look. There was Hailey staring at me with jaw dropped. Add a gag and my expression was identical.