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I sat on my bed, and thought back to how this all began. Roger was stuckdating a real bitch of a woman. I think Ilene was her name. Roger and I reallyhit it off and the sex was incredible! Nothing close to what he was gettingat home with what’s her name. He dumped Ilene, and starting going outwith me. After some prodding, he proposed marriage, and I happily accepted.Life was wonderful.
One day, out of nowhere, Roger accused me of cheating on him. I hadn’tbeen seeing anybody at all! Why would I? But, just as quickly as it began,it was over. He spread rumors to all of our friends that I was a slut, butwithin 2 weeks, Roger had a new girlfriend to “console him on his loss”.I was devastated.
I went from having a fiancé and being on top of the world to being bored,and lonely. After a few failed attempts to woo guys locally, I checked outthe internet scene. Months went by with only many failed attempts. Everyoneseemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even askedme my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I found my match. I got wonderfullyhot and heavy through Instant Messenger with a local guy, who called himself “Seagull”.He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, and writingtext to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wantedto get to know him so much better. I finally managed to convince him to meet.Of course, it would be on his terms. His demands were that:
1) I would mail him a copy of my house key to his post office box.
2) I wouldtie myself up in my house.
3) The bondage must include a blindfold.
4) I am to videotape myself as I tiemyself up.
5) I would be judged on creativity, humiliation, and degree of helplessness.
If I do well, a relationship might start. If I do poorly, I will not hear fromhim again. This was definitely something I wouldn’t want to do half-way.I was committed to do it as far as I could go.
I broke out of my reverie. This was the night that he’ll finally be here;I would finally meet Seagull. I’d bought a video recorder and tripodbut felt in the long run it would be worth it. I got up and started taping.
The first step was wardrobe. Trying to do a strip-tease for the camera, I strippedoff everything except the white satin bra that I wore that day. I put on anecklace that held two key as charms, slipped on some white stockings, connectedthem to a garter belt, and fastened that on too. I put on some 6 inch “fuckme” heels, and I was set. I could barely walk in them, but in heels likethat, walking was never the point.
I did my makeup to look as slutty as possible – overdone eyeshadow, andbright red lipstick.
I took an old salad bowl made out of clear plastic, and cut a middle sliceout of it, forming a crude saddle. I attached it to a pole I cut down frommy porch umbrella. It has a push-button that can fit into one of a few differentholes to change the height.
I took out the vibrator and butt-plug that I bought just last night. I showedthem off to the camera, and tried to be seductive in un-wrapping them and poppingin the batteries. Squeezing some KY onto my hands, I grasped the vibrator,and slowly pumped up and down as if it was a real penis. I wanted to reallyshow off for the camera, I envisioned Seagull watching this, and judging myperformance. I wanted him to get hard and excited, so I acted the part as muchas I could before I dropped the tip to move it home. I teased it in a bit ata time, but didn’t turn it on yet. I plugged the re-charger right intoit, and wound the cord to the nearest outlet. It could run continually – nodead batteries on this one!
The next step was the butt-plug. I looked at it, and immediately had secondthoughts. The package said “medium”, but it looked huge! Therewas no time to back out now, so I took a deep breath and smiled for the camera.I lubed it up as much as I could, making sure to get lube all over it, as muchfor the sluttiness for Seagull as for my own comfort. Once again, I teasedit in – a little bit in, half as much out. A little bit in, half as muchout. I grunted with the effort. It felt like the largest turd I’d everlaid was stuck up my butt, but I finally got it in!
I carefully mounted the saddle. For comfort, I stuck in a clear inflated bagI had gotten as packing material somewhere. With my feet on the flat base ofthe umbrella stand, I lifted the saddle up as high as I could. I had to letout a groan as I finally got it into place – my weight was shoving thatplug up my butt further than I thought possible! My heels barely touched thebase, and with these heels, I couldn’t rise up on my tip-toes to escape.I lifted up my left ankle, and used ankle cuffs to secure them to the pole.I did the same thing for my right ankle. I could now lift my legs up and down,but sure couldn’t walk anywhere. I was secured to the pole, and my ownweight kept it from tipping. The key was on my necklace, and soon I wouldn’tbe able to reach it.
I took out my lipstick, and using it like a marker, wrote “I AM A SLUT” inbig block letters over my stomach. I could always use more “humiliation” pointswith wonderful Seagull.
I made sure everything else was within reach, and then put on the blindfold.It was rubber, form fitting, and worked extremely well. Even near the bridgeof my nose, I couldn’t see a thing.
My hands went searching for the gag-harness. I found it, and put it on. I inflatedthe gag only part-way; enough to keep my mouth open by about two inches. Idisconnected the bulb, and tossed it away; the gag would stay inflated untilI got it back.
A strap went from the gag around the back of my head to the other side. Anotherstrap went cheek to cheek, going under my chin. I cinched that one down tightlyso that my mouth was only open about one inch. I hoped that would please Seagull.Additional straps went from my cheeks, meeting over the bridge of my nose,going over the blindfold, forming one strap that went over my head to the strapat the back of my head. I had a cap for the inflation nozzle that was shapedinto a dildo, so I screwed that on for added humiliation.
I felt around for the rope that dangled down from the I-bolt above me. I tiedthat to the D-ring at the top of the gag-harness, and pulled it so it heldmy head securely upwards. It even took more weight off of my feet. If Seagullwould judge me on helplessness, I did not want to be found lacking. I had testedit before – it would hold my weight, and I couldn’t bend over theslightest bit.
I turned the vibrator onto “low”. I hoped that would not put meover the edge before he showed up, but I wanted to look desperate.
The last step was to lock my arms. I put leather cuffs around my wrists. Ihad already installed additional I-bolts in the walls. I grabbed the chainsthat dangled from each one. I carefully attached them to my cuffs with padlocks.This held my wrists out to the sides, about a foot away from my waist. I couldn’treach a thing. As the locks clicked shut, I knew the keys were on my necklace.I couldn’t bend over, I couldn’t reach up. I could only wait forSeagull.
Time passed. Would he show up? Your mind plays tricks on you when you’rein situations like this. The vibrator stimulating my private parts was alsoflooding my body with hormones, tormenting me more as the minutes went by.If he didn’t show up, I was going to die a horrible death by dehydration.More time passed. Was it just twenty minutes, or had it been an hour or two?I had no choice but to wait.
Just then, I heard a car pull up. Footsteps, and then the front door opened.I heard him saunter slowly around my body, bound for his inspection. I felttotally self-conscious, and aware of my helpless position, my future basedon his whim. I thrust my boobs out a bit to make them look fuller. I suckedin the bit of a belly I had, regretting enjoying too much chocolate. The vibratorhad me hot and bothered. I knew I was wet. Did it show? Was he standing a fewfeet away, or was he crouched, his eyes but inches from the vibrator, happilyhumming away? Staring at my boobs, or happily gazing on my face? I had no idea,and realized I also had no say in the matter.
When he had taken the slow full tour, Seagull muttered “Oh my my my.And even a butt-plug and dildo!” I hoped he meant that in a good way.I pictured him smiling at his willing captive, but all I saw was dark rubber.He took off my gag, and asked me a question I didn’t expect.
“Where is your personal address book? The one with addresses of friends?”
“In the kitchen next to the phone.” I was wondering why he would ask that, but I was clearly in no position to argue.
“And what’s your computer password?”
“It’s Seagull”. Why was he asking these questions?
He laughed. “Using my name for a password. How nice.” He slippedthe gag back in, and inflated it, even tighter than I had. As he walked off,I hoped he wasn’t upset. This evening was clearly not going as my fantasieshad blown it up to be. A few minutes went by. I know time seems to slow downin cases like this. I expected to be praised, teased, and ravished by now.His voice sounded familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place it. Was it someoneI knew from work? It is so hard without the visual clues.
I heard Seagull coming down the stairs from the computer room, verbally tickingitems off of his mental “to do” list. He said “I have theaddress book. I’ve sent myself a copy of your e-mail address book. Ihave the videotape. I still have your house key. That leaves just one morething.” He peeled away the blindfold from one eye.
I screamed into the gag, and tried to struggle. It was no use. Before me wasRoger. He was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve wanted to do thisfor SO long.” He let the blindfold snap back into place. He reached down,and jacked up the saddle pole by a notch, lifting me up in the air by the twininvaders that I was sitting on, and really making my arms taut. My muffledscreams of protest were to no avail. He grabbed the gag-harness rope and cinchedthat one up as far as it would go as well, having me dangle a bit from my head.
Roger laughed. “This is going to be SO much fun! I’m going to ruinyour life and prove to everyone that you are the slut I told them about! Everyoneyou know will get pictures by e-mail, then the whole videotape in the mail!Just think – your boss, your co-workers, your parents and friends willhave a wonderful gift from you!” I could only squirm and whimper intomy gag as he laughed, walked out the door and drove off.
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