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.

A Devilish Desire

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

Chapter 2: New Horizons

       Only a few hours prior I had admired Hailey in her costume. She looked stunningly sexy and powerful. Now the same look was sending a chill through my spine. Hailey had a towering appearance standing on black high heels that ran up to her thigh. The tall boots covered most of the fishnet stockings covering her legs but the black mini skirt she wore left enough mid thigh exposed to know the stockings were there. A black leather bra easily brought people’s attention away from her stunning legs and refocusing it on her ample cleavage.

       Hailey’s mouth hung open just as much as mine except I had a gag splitting my teeth. She stood in the doorway too stunned to move. As I stared at her I could see she wasn’t entirely frozen. There was a slight sway from side to side as she stared at me. At first I thought it was just the shock of catching me like this. Realizing that she had come here from the party I began to suspect she was already a little tipsy. Her stare was broken from me with a quick sweep of the apartment.

       “Ahhh, Whitney, where’s Ricky?” she asked.

       If I could speak, what would have come out was he isn’t here yet. What did escape the gag was a string of mumblings. I’ve had friends complain about how hard it is to speak around their new tongue piercing but lets see them try it with a 2 inch ball in there mouth.

       Hailey stepped towards me but stopped at the sound of a distant beep. There was an unanswered voicemail on my cell and it was alerting me to it. Hailey paused in the doorway for another brief second before she headed to my room. Damn it Hailey. I froze in my bonds. I was tied up with legs split apart, arms tied behind me and Hailey had run off towards the bedroom leaving the door wide open. I screamed into the gag but Hailey didn’t respond.

       My phone beeped again and I listened to the sounds of things being tossed around the room. Eventually the sound of things being thrown about stopped and Hailey returned. Thankfully she closed the front door upon returning although I suspect it had more to do with escaping heat then my modesty.

       Hailey pressed the phone to her ear and listened as the message was repeated. At first I was annoyed having her listen to my voicemail. Annoyance was quickly followed by concern seeing her broadening grin. The phone left her ear as she dual thumbed the keypad. Between the rapid pushing of numbers and the chime that followed it was easy to tell Hailey had just sent a text message to one of my friends. What it contained I could only guess.

       Hailey walked towards me, her heels clattering on the linoleum. I was scared and relieved as she approached. I thought I was about to be released as much as I believed I was about to be abused. My head craned over my shoulder as she walked behind me until the strain was too much to endure. Relaxing my head I stared at the white wall in front of me listening to Hailey move directly behind me. My only sense of her existence in the room was the click of her heels.

       My scalp tingled with goose bumps as the band holding the horns to my head shifted from side to side. Hailey had taken interest and was playing with them. My eyes darted from side to side but only had a wall to focus on. Fingernails played with the clasp of the gag but did not release it. Those same nails then ran down my neck and spine till they found the hole in my pants.

       “Hmmm, looks like someone is all set to play a little game of pin the tail on the Devil,” Hailey said wagging the ass end of the tail in front of me like a hypnotist’s clock.

       “Mmmmmm.” I’m gagged. What else could I say.

       I finger pressed against my crotch and slid methodically up and down. Friction made the latex vibrate as her finger rubbed across it. The vibrations were centered on my sex and amplified by the vibrations of the toy her finger could feel.

       “Ricky might not be here but you seem to be enjoying a good fucking anyways,” Hailey whispered in my ear.

       Hands ran down opposite thighs, the latex vibrated with the touch the whole way down and back up. It felt so good the way she touched me. On instinct I moved my hips in rhythm to the fingers tickling my inner thighs with the vibrations. To my great disappointment her fingertips left my thighs. I exaggerated my hip thrusts to show her how hot she was getting me but she wouldn’t take the bait.

       Instead she pulled down on my wrists but couldn’t budge them. The spooler wasn’t going to let out any of the belt. The spooler did however take every inch of belt it was given when Hailey lifted my hands up. Hailey raised my wrists at least a foot before she stopped. She let go of my hands and the seatbelt kept them lifted in place. My shoulders hurt being pulled back so far. My upper body was bent over at a forty-five to compensate.

       “Oh my god. That is absolutely brilliant,” Hailey said as she admired the seatbelt mechanism. “I’ve never heard of anyone using seatbelts for bondage before.”

       Pride struck me. It felt good knowing I had invented something knew. While she was busy checking out the seatbelts I was left to ponder what she said. As the initial pride wore off a second thought crossed my mind. Just how familiar is Hailey with bondage. My train of thought about Hailey’s bondage education was interrupted by a hand lightly tapping on my inner thigh. I spread my knees but the taps didn’t go away, they merely moved to my calf. Taking a small step to the side I was rewarded with a finger rubbing my pussy through the latex pants.

       “There we go. Now be a good girl and give me a little more,” Hailey coaxed.

This time she tapped on my other leg. I moved it a little to the other side. The few inches I stepped could never be recovered as the spooler on the seatbelt mechanism locked it in.

“Good girl,” she cooed. “Let’s see just how trainable you really are.”

She gently tapped my right thigh. I moved my right foot a couple inches to the right knowing I could never pull it back in. Hailey tapped my left thigh and I moved my foot slightly to the left. She kept alternating from thigh to thigh making me spread my legs.

Inch by inch she worked my legs apart. It was getting harder and harder to stand in my heels as the gap widened between my feet. Hailey kept tapping and tapping and finally I stopped moving my feet. She tapped harder but I didn’t budge, the position had become too uncomfortable. Despite my unwillingness to move Hailey kept playing the game. Gentle taps became hard taps and eventually painful slaps. The stinging pain on my left inner thigh was all the motivation I needed. I moved my left foot till it was up against the leg of the table. The hard slap to my right moved it the same distance to the other leg.

My legs were completely splayed. Spreading my legs so far apart lowered my upper body putting my already strained shoulders under more stress since my wrists remained immobilized. Hailey’s hand pressed on the back of my neck and didn’t stop till my chin was resting on the table. The position alleviated some of the stress in my shoulders but only temporarily. Hailey grabbed my wrists and lifted. She stopped just after I squealed from the pain and discomfort.

“So this is how you like to get fucked. I had no idea my sweet Whitney is such a naughty bondage enthusiast,” Hailey said running her fingers across my back.

“And look at this. Somebody really does like living dangerously,” she said as she picked up the camera. She turned the camera on an immediately took a picture of me. “You know pictures are perfect for memories,” she said with a wicked grin, “and evidence.”

“I’ve got wonder what you usually do with the pics. You did conveniently leave the USB cable here to download from the camera onto your computer. Here I am the theater major and yet you’re the one who really enjoys the limelight.”

She held the camera up to take another picture but stopped.

“I think it’s a little dark in here for a good picture. What do you say we let in a little natural light?”

Hailey went to the window and opened the blinds. I screamed into the gag but she just laughed. Stepping to the side she gave the outside world an unobstructed view of me. I was in bondage with everyone in the town free to look in at me. Even though I couldn’t see anyone there were dozens of dark apartment windows to conceal an audience. Tied in place there was nowhere to go. All I could do is turn my head and hide my face.

“Oh, so suddenly you’re shy now. It’s just your neighbors, it’s not like you know any of them. What’s the difference between being seeing though a window and people seeing pictures of you online?”

I couldn’t believe she opened the curtains. What the hell is she thinking? I tried to speak around my gag and plead for her to close the shades but she just ignored me. I’m stuck tied to the table exposed to the outside and she was just standing in the corner.

“Whitney, you’ve got to look over here for the picture,” she said in a tone you’d use with a child.

I didn’t move.

“Come on Whitney. Please look over here,” she paused. “I’ll make you a deal. You cooperate for a few pictures and I’ll close the blinds.”

The icing on the cake finally won out. I turned my head and was immediately photographed. Hailey took her time documenting me from every angle. It was agonizing to bear when she moved to my other side to photograph me tied up with the open window in the background as if that was how I had setup the scene. I was relieved when she finally stopped shooting and set the camera down on the table. It caught me off guard seeing her pull up a chair and sit down in front of my computer. I glared at her and motioned my head towards the window.

“What? I told you I would close the blinds once we took some pictures. I didn’t say I’d do it immediately.”

“Hmmph.” My eyes bulged. She wasn’t seriously going to keep me like this.

“I’m just teasing. Don’t have a cow.”

Hailey did close the blinds but she didn’t complete twist the slats closed. I could still see out but at least anyone looking in was going to have an obstructed view. It was a relief to have at least that much privacy restored. Despite the immense fear of knowing friends I went to school with might have just looked in on me I found I was actually hornier then ever.

“You don’t mind if we pause the movie for a minute do you. As long as you’ve got your computer set up I’m going to email these pictures to myself.”

Oh shit, Hailey was about to find the webpage I had left for Ricky. Butterflies filled my chest as her finger reached for the computer. She minimized the movie and it was right there along with the webcam controls window.

“Holy shit Whit,” Hailey said. She followed with a hard spanking. “Bad girl. You’ve been streaming all this?”

Hailey clicked around exploring all the windows that were open. She looked back at me with a quizzical look.

“Your cams on but you’re not actually connected. But, it looks like all I need to do is click right here to sign you into messenger and start sharing with everyone,” she said poising the mouse over the ‘Sign in’ button.

“Hmmmmm,” I screamed frantically.

“So I’m getting a subtle hint you don’t want to share with friends.”

“Hmoe.”

“So you don’t want to share with your friends. Ok, that’s understandable. But you did go to this dating site where you could share yet didn’t set it up. The fact that you opened this webpage makes me assume you wanted to share your webcam on there but chickened out.”

She stopped talking and reached between my legs. Her fingers immediately found my clit. Rubbing the latex she traced soft circles around it. No one has ever touched me like that. I couldn’t help myself as I dry humped the air.

“So was I close about the website. Did my little Whitney plan on sharing her devilish bondage on the World Wide Web? Did you want to be seen bound and fucked by thousands of people?”

Her fingers were performing magic. My muscles were starting to quiver as an orgasm rapidly built. I couldn’t help but moan.

“I thought so. The thing that is really tickling my mind is that when you chickened out you never actually closed the page. In fact you left it open knowing Ricky would likely find it the same way I did. More importantly, Ricky was going to find you like you are, gagged and helpless, which leads me to conclude you wanted him to find it after you were tied up. That means you planned to have Ricky do what you couldn’t.”

“Hmmn mphhhh ughhg.” My mumbling around the gag was impossible to understand but the shaking of my head side to side wasn’t.

“Ooohhhh, looks like someone’s still has a little chicken in her.” Hailey’s smile was obnoxiously big. “This is going to be too much fun.”

My fate and my secret life were in the hands of my intoxicated roommate and she seemed to be in a very giving mood.

“Well, since you have a long wait before Ricky gets here, I think I’ll get you started.”

I looked at her quizzically. Ricky should have been here already.

“That message on your phone was from him. He wanted to let you know his parents were staying for dinner and a movie. He called to invite you to come with so I texted him back and told him you were tied up at the moment but were looking forward to seeing him afterwards. I’m guessing it will be closer to ten before he makes it over.”

“Hmmm?” I’m not sure the question mark really made it around the gag. Ten? I couldn’t stay tied up like this till ten. Hailey had to untie me. I tried to talk to her but will save you from reading the mumbling gibberish coming through the gag. We’re talking like a paragraphs worth.

“You’re absolutely right, that is way to long to hangout with nothing to do. That’s why I’m going to stick around and keep you entertained. At least for a few hours anyways.” Her attention turned away from me and back to the website.

“Time to start. Looks like you need to create a new account.” With a few clicks and a confirmation through email she had a new account.

“Alright, now they want you to fill out your user profile. Well you’re a little preoccupied but I know you pretty well so for right now I’ll just fill it out for you and you can come back and fix it later.” She filled out the basic information: name, age, location, etc. After that she moved onto a checklist.

“Le’ts see, we have to score everything on a one to five rating. First question is enjoying sex. That’s definitely a 5.”

“Anal sex.” She picked up the devils tail eyeing the butt plug end. Then she reached behind me and stuck a finger though the back hole in the pants. “Hmm, yep. We’re going go with 5.”

“Sex toys,” she patted my crotch, “That’s a big ten four. 5.”

“Oral sex. You probably enjoy that whenever you’re mouth isn’t gagged. Call that a 4.”

“Double penetration? Not sure about that one but you might find it interesting. Call that a 4.”

“Triple penetration, that’s a lot of cock and just awkward positions. We’ll go with open but not interested, 2.”

“Bondage, too bad there isn’t a ten. We’ll just stick with 5.”

“Exhibitionism. Well you are a little shy still so we’ll give it a 4.”

“Jesus there is a lot of crap on this list. Screw it. 4, 5, 4, 4, 3, 4, 5, 4, 5, 5, 3, 5…”

Hailey quickly dropped numbers into the boxes without even reading the item. She stayed consistent with the high numbers the whole way through the list. The profile seemed to belong to the most free spirited girl you know who has a libido on overdrive. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to put my name and picture on the profile to be associated with that list. People were going to see that and think this was actually me. I started to wonder what the chances are of someone who knew me being a member of this site. That got me thinking of having one of my close friends finding the profile, of people I knew reading it. Despite how scared the thought made me there was an undeniably warm feeling spreading through me.

“Mmmgphh.” Hailey just smiled and kept going. She got the camera hooked up and was downloading the pictures. As soon as she had the pictures saved on the hard drive one was uploaded to the website for my profile picture.

“And to finish off your profile I need to make your webcam public. Now just one more click. There we go. You’re all done.”

My face was bright red and my eyes were wide open in shock. When I say my face was crimson and I was sporting a deer in head lights look I don’t mean that’s how I felt and thought I looked. That’s how I actually looked. I know that because I was looking at a live webcam feed of me.

“Congratulations Whit. You’re officially a porn star. I think I’ll give you a minute to enjoy the limelight.”

Hailey disappeared behind me into the kitchen. Glass tinged on the counter, a cork plunked as it withdrew from a bottle, liquid drizzled into a cup and then a cork squealed from being thrust back into a narrow bottle neck. Hailey poured herself a drink while I stared at the monitor. Staring at the video playback my heart pounded in my chest, my jaw trembled around the gag and my sex tingled.

For all the times Ricky and I have talked about putting my kinky side out in the open, in all the occasions he pretended to email pictures of me to friends, for all the instances I have left open websites for posting pictures, we have never once actually done it. Not so much as a picture of me from the neck down has ever escaped our tight grasp. There hasn’t even been an anonymous blog talking about our sex life. It has always been a private sex life flirting with exposure but remaining a secret.

In the ten minutes Hailey has known she has managed to publicly expose a secret held by me for years. Not only was my secret now out on the web to be discovered there was a live webcam linked to a profile with my name and the city I lived in for people to check out. My stomach turned watching the feed. I couldn’t tell if I was feeling mortified and aroused. I was excited and embarrassed all at the same time.

Hailey set her glass down beside me and rubbed her fingers across my lower back. The fingers made a trail across my butt and down to my crotch where they made slow circles around my sex.

“So are you enjoying yourself,” She asked as she turned her attention to the computer.

“Aw, that’s a disappointment. How can you supposed to make your debut appearance as a porn star if no one is watching?” she asked rhetorically. “I guess I’m going to have to do a little advertising for you.”

Opening up the dating sites main page she scanned through the listings.

“Forum. That sounds like a good place to start.”

She navigated through the various headings till she came across one she liked.

“Here we go. The bondage community sounds like the right place to post a thread. Now we’ll just start a new thread, title it ‘streaming now’, drop your profile name and a pic and ta da. We’re all done there.”

She grinned at me. Pride in her accomplishment showed though.

“That will get those folks moving in your direction but I’m thinking as long as you get your kicks having people watch you we may as well try and get as many as possible. I have an idea for one more site that might pay off.”

The knots in my stomach grew as she moved about in cyberspace. She was away from the dating website and into Craigslist. Apprehension welled up inside me as she went to the personals section and did the same post in the casual encounters heading. With rapid speed my bondage was becoming public knowledge, a spectacle to behold.
       “Well I did my best Whit. Can’t guarantee you’re going to get the audience you were hoping for.”

I really don’t think that was possible. The ideal audience size is zero and I’m pretty sure luck wasn’t going to prevail.

“Ooooo. I have an idea for a drinking game we can play.”

Hailey’s ADD seemed to be kicking in as she rushed off. Hailey had issues thinking things though which is part of the reason I now have a bondage broadcast running on the internet. Being tied up like I was I couldn’t begin to imagine how she possibly expected me to participate in anything and I really didn’t see her untying me. Unless she removed my gag I also wouldn’t be drinking.

As Hailey returned from the living room I saw my first viewer had found the feed. Hailey walked past me heading into the kitchen. Utensils rattled as she rifled through a drawer. I couldn’t believe I was tied up while somewhere some stranger was sitting at their computer watching me. Adrenaline shocked my system when Hailey dropped a deck of cards next to her wine glass along with a wooden spoon. The webcam feed showed two then three people watching. Taking the cards out of the box Hailey cut then shuffled. The rip of cards sent shivers down my spine.

“So the game were going to play is Twisted High Low,” Hailey said directed towards the webcam. “I’ll start the game out. Like normal I’ll be drinking but the twist is that my captive, Whitney, who can’t drink will be taking her punishment with this wooden spoon here.”

“Hhm?” For anyone who don’t know high low it’s a drinking game were you flip a card then guess whether the next card will be higher or low. You have to guess correctly three times before your turn is over and you change dealers. If you guess wrong you start over and drink or regrettably I was about to be spanked the difference between the two cards.

Hailey flipped over a starting card.

King. “Lower,” she guessed. She flipped a seven. “Higher.” The card she turned was a five. “Shit”

Hailey took two sips of wine then started over.

Starting with the five she guessed higher and turned over a nine. “Lower,” Ten.

Hailey took one sip then started over. There were now four people watching the webcam. Four people could see me tied in a strappado, gagged and sporting my devil’s costume. Four people knew what town I was in, what my name was, were reading that obscene checklist Hailey had written and were watching me right now.

Ten, “Lower,” Four, “Higher” Queen. “Just one more right and it’s your turn Whitney. Queen showing, I think I’m going to go with lower,” she said like it was a hard decision. She turned over a six. Immediately the wooden spoon was in her hand. She gave me a gentle tap on the ass.

“Titty’s turn. Higher or lower?” she asked.

I pointed up.

She flipped a two.

My breathing increased. The noise of air rushing in and out of my nose was all I heard. I was actually about to get spanked with a spoon. Another girl, my roommate none the less was about to spank me. I was freaking out. I’m tied up in my kitchen being watched online by half a dozen people and I am going to get spanked by a girl. I felt like I should wake up. This was some kind of weird dream. How could this possibly be happening?

Smack.

“MMMMM.” Shit that hurt. This wasn’t a dream I could just wake up from. I was actually getting spanked and there really were people watching. My boyfriend really wasn’t going to arrive in any second to save me. I was stuck tied up to my kitchen table with a webcam broadcasting while Hailey did anything she wants with me.

My muscles clenched in anticipation of what was to come. The buzz of the vibrator carried through my stiff muscles. I had completely forgotten about the toy up until that point. My body had gone numb to the constant stimulation with my mind focused on so many other things. Now I was focused on the vibrations, the buzz deep within my pussy teasing me to no end.

Smack, there was a short pause. Smack another short pause and the last smack.

My ass burned. Each of her hits had increased in strength. She was far too comfortable with this.

“Your turn again.”

I made it to the third card this time but was wrong. There was only a difference of one between the cards and Hailey quickly dished out my lone spank. My ass stung from the swift swing. Hailey wasn’t playing. This was definitely a spanking.

I made it through the next three cards without any faults making it Hailey’s turn to play. She on the other hand didn’t fair so well. She was just short of needing a refill by the time it was my turn to play again.

The intensity of my spankings increased in rhythm with Hailey’s intoxication. Each stroke began to feel like a kiss of fire. Even when she wasn’t swinging my bottom was a throbbing inferno. I fought hard to silence my screams while Hailey tried harder to coax them out of me. While Hailey was drunk enough not to be thinking about our neighbors hearing I was too sober not to.

I said a silent thank you prayer when Hailey finally grew tired of the repetitive game. My ass hurt so bad I’m really not sure I’ll be able to sit whenever I do get out of this. While Hailey was busy making her next drink I had nothing to do but stare at the screen and watch as the number of viewers continued to increase.

When Hailey came back she neglected me for the window. The turned the slats on the blinds so that they gave a virtually unobstructed view into the apartment. I pulled at my bonds but got nowhere. As though it wasn’t bad enough to have strangers watching, Hailey was now letting any neighbor looking this way have a sight of me. Ignoring my pleas she continued on with what she was doing. Coming back to the table she grabbed the laptop and moved it to the kitchen counter setting it up with a clear view of me from behind.

I could feel her fingers between my legs as she touched the zipper in the back of the pants. Grabbing the zipper, her hand moved between my legs and across my crotch. Now unrestrained by the pants, the vibrator buried in my pussy slid out. It caught me off guard having the vibrating dildo thrust deep back in. Suddenly I found myself being fucked with the dildo. Hailey pulled it all the way out before thrusting it back up my pussy in a swift stroke that slammed the tight first clenching the dildo against my pussy.

My pussy slurped as the dildo was slid in and out. Too emotional to care about neighbors I moaned and screamed as she fucked me. Our rhythm was broken when the fucking stopped. I moaned in frustration from the sudden denial. I was so close to cumming my hips continued to buck against air in a desperate attempt to find some kind of attention. My ears perked up at the sound to the vibrations ramping up in intensity.

I pang of fear hit me seeing her pick up the tail but was forgotten when the tip of the vibrator touched my very sensitive clit. Hailey quickly started to fuck my slick pussy with the butt plug. The larger plug stretched my pussy out but the constant vibrations directed to my clit distracted my mind from registering any pain. My cries became continuous and shrieking. My eyes clenched shut as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced reached the tipping point. The precursors to orgasm started to spread through my body. I was almost to the climax. My heart raced, my legs shook and my back arched.

“Time to pin the tail on the devil,” Hailey energetically pronounced.

In one swift motion the slick butt plug slipped out of my pussy and thrust up my unsuspecting ass while simultaneously the dildo vibrating on maximum was buried deep into my pussy. I screamed from the pain in my ass and the pleasure in my pussy. Both began to spasm uncontrollably. My knees buckled and my body thrashed. Everything went blurry as the orgasm rocked my body. My chest contracted along with most of my other muscles. Everything started going black as my breathing stopped. With my breathing restricted to only through my nose it took a little while to get enough oxygen to my brain to clear the fog clouding my senses. Hailey kept the vibrator buried in my sex while she pushed and pulled on the plug in my ass. It was like adding fuel to a raging fire. The body rocking convulsions continued for several minutes before they subsided completely. My upper body lay across the table, every muscle was limp bathing in the warm euphoria emanating from my core. With dread I felt my body respond to the continuing attention as an impending orgasm began to build.

Hailey took pity on my spent body and turned the vibrator to an agonizingly slow pace. Pulling the zipper closed she resealed the toy. This time when the zipper was closed there was a tail to fill the hole left in the back of the pants.