Chapter One

I'm not sure exactly where my interest in bondage and submission came from. I mean, as long as I've had sexual fantasies, they've been a part of them. I remember tying myself to the bed and imagining I was someone's prisoner, and I once bent over the ottoman in the living room, my pussy pressed down against a banana, and used one of my belts on my butt, sweeping it back to snap stingingly across my buttocks again and again until I came like crazy!

These were my own private fantasies, though. I knew they were perverted, and I never would have confessed them to anyone I knew, not family, friends nor even lovers.

Though I wanted to! I mean, sex was... okay, but nothing special. I knew what it was missing. It was missing the fire I felt when I filled my mind with dark thoughts and tied myself up! But the guys I had sex with were my age and way too mouthy. I would never have trusted them with a deep, dark secret like that!

“Hey, guess what, Christy likes being tied up and spanked!”

Oh yeah, I really wanted THAT making its way through school! I'd never be able to show my face again!

Sex was filled with enough tension and stress as it was! I mean, you have to be so careful of what you say and do, of how you react. You have to make sure the guy's fragile ego doesn't get damaged, which means that even if you're not really enjoying yourself you have to pretend you are.

But not too much! If you react too much they get too much of an ego boost and now they want to tell everyone all about it. “You should have heard Cheryl screaming through those multiple orgasms!”

No, I didn't want that either!

It might have been different if I'd had a regular boyfriend, one I could trust. But to be honest, it usually didn't take me long to get tired of guys I was with, mostly because they acted like immature idiots who took me for granted.

Then I graduated. No more high school! Yay! But the thing is, your friends are your friends. Your group is your group. It doesn't change after school. Maybe if you go to college, but I didn't. I went to work as a clerk at Walmart.

And since I didn't have much money I still stayed at home with my parents, though this or that girlfriend and I explored ways we could share a place and still have money.

Anyway, my parents were pretty okay with me now that I was eighteen. They didn't have the same strict rules or anything, and I could do pretty much what I wanted. So why leave? We had a nice house which was way better than some cheap apartment I could rent with someone.

Behind our house was a large old Victorian house owned by a couple in their early thirties. Evan and Tanya. Evan was tall and hot, with steamy blue eyes and very short dark hair. He was well-built, and since they had a pool I could see just how well-built from my bedroom window!

Tanya, though, was more than a match for any girl who might think to tempt him. She was very athletic, but busty, with wide hips and narrow waist. Not to mention long blonde hair. She worked as some kind of public relations type job while Evan was a lawyer.

One day after they'd put in the pool I'd been at the fence and struck up a conversation, and they'd invited me to use their pool whenever I felt like it. I hadn't needed to be invited twice! I got my bikini and hopped the fence to join them!

It felt very comfortable, which was great because I was often feeling pretty self-conscious in a bathing suit. That had probably come from when I was younger. I had been late to develop. I mean, I'd sprouted up, but not out, so that people teased me and called me string-bean and beanpole and stuff.

That ended around sixteen, thankfully. No one called me that anymore! But still, I wasn't in Tanya's class. I was like, a nice firm B-cup but she was D-cups for sure.

I never felt like I was in competition with her, though, because she was over ten years older, and Evan's wife, while I was just a teenager. She was more like a big sister, or maybe a cousin or aunt or something.

Anyway, that summer they decided to go on a three day weekend to her parents in another city, and asked me to house-sit and feed their cat. That was easy enough. I fed Walter, the cat, kept the pool clean, and enjoyed the use of it. I also got to hang around their house, though I knew I shouldn't. I was only supposed to drop in to make sure everything was okay, and feed the cat, and maybe play with it a bit.

The thing is, Walter is kind of lazy. He doesn't really require much playing. He mostly just lays on his fat ass and looks out the window.

I admit I was being nosy poking around in their bedroom. I was bored. I was mostly just looking at her wardrobe, seeing what dresses she had, you know. Some of them looked really pretty but they wouldn't have fit me. I was taller than her, but she was not only bustier but had wider shoulders and hips.

She had a lot of sexy underwear, but again, I wasn't about to try it on or anything. The bras would never have fit anyway, and I had lots of my own thongs.

But then I found something... intriguing. It puzzled me, at first. I had no idea what it was. It looked like a collection of leather straps held together with metal rings and buckles. But it was in her lingerie drawer at the bottom. I pulled it out curiously and tried to sort out what the heck it was.

It took me a while but the obvious thing was that it was some sort of kinky leather outfit. There was a lower strap dangling under, which fed into a horizontal strap, then crisscross straps which went up to another horizontal strap....

I was wearing shorts and a tank top, so felt free to experiment on myself. I stepped into it and pulled the thing up over my hips. So far so good, although if this was the panty part, well, the strap which would go over my pussy was no more than an inch or so wide!

I pulled the collection of straps up my body and then drew the thickest strap in the lot up under my breasts. This was more than a strap, really. It was clearly designed for breast support. It was harder than the rest of the straps, and bent along its length, like a ninety-degree angle. It pressed against the ribs under my breasts, then the bent part pressed up against the underside of my breasts.

But that part would be barely enough to support my breasts. I couldn't imagine how it would support Tanya's. Because there were adjustable straps and buckles, the thing would fit me, even though I was taller and more slender than Tanya, and I felt a hot little tingle of excitement as the lower strap pressed up very firmly against my sex.

I buckled the horizontal strap around my ribs so it was firmly in place, then took the edges and pulled them up, where they narrowed into much thinner straps. I tried putting them over my shoulders, but that didn't seem to work. Then I realized I had to pull them diagonally across my chest and pull them up across the opposite shoulder.

Oh yeah, that worked really well! Doing that tugged up the outside of those straps under my breasts so they curved up to press in against the outside of my breasts, kind of squeezing them together! There was one more strap left dangling, and that was pulled straight across the top of my breasts to fasten on the other side, pushing down on my boobs.

Woah! This was so wicked!

I felt guilty, and I felt hot and sexy, and I knew I had to try this thing on without my shorts and tank top! I'd seen stuff like this but even in the lingerie stores I hadn't had the courage to try it on.

I undid the buckles and let the thing slide down and off. Then I peeled my tank top over my head and off. I was already feeling my chest tightening with excitement, and when I removed my bra, my nipples were hard and tingling.

I licked my lips then slipped off my shorts and panties to stand there in their bedroom completely naked. That all by itself felt kinky and perverted and nasty! I also felt kind of guilty and anxious, even though they were out of the city. I knew very well Tanya would be furious (and rightly so) if she knew.

But they were in Philadelphia, so...

I pulled the leather up my legs, then as the lower strap pressed against my sex felt a little jolt of realization. This had been against Tanya's pussy! Partly, that made me go 'ick', but for some reason it also made me feel this was even hotter and kinkier!

I had had... fantasies about Tanya, you see. I mean, not seriously! I don't mean to suggest I had the hots for her or anything! I had never really done much with girls, though and I was... curious, see. Lots of my friends had, and I had just never found the right time or place or girl.

So the thought of doing it with Tanya had occurred to me from time to time, even though she hadn't given me any indication she was at all interested in that sort of thing. Let alone with me!

My pussy already felt hot and tender and wet as I pulled the straps higher. The feel of them pressing against the underside of my breasts was deeply erotic! And then when I pulled the straps up around the outside of my breasts, then across my upper chest, I felt my breasts throbbing! I fastened the strap behind my neck, then drew the last one across the top, which pressed down against my breasts.

I was already panting! My body was filled with sexual electricity even before I looked in the big mirror in their walk-in closet! Ohmygod! I looked so hot and sexy! My breasts were squeezed up and out and together and my nipples were rock hard!

And that was when I had another idea.

The walk-in closet was huge, and I had been envious as heck when I'd seen it. But I'd noticed she had a lot of shoes, including some stilettos. I went further into it and examined her shoes, looking for some sexy black stiletto heels.

And that was when I found the boots! I stared at them, and felt a burst of heat and excitement as I bent and pulled them out.

They were the highest boots I had ever seen anyone actually own! Again, I'd heard of them, and even seen them in stores. They came up well past the knees, almost to the crotch, in fact.

And it turned out Tanya and I had more or less the same shoe size. I stepped into the first one, and though my foot felt a little pinched, I could wear it! I zipped it up until the top closed maybe three inches below my crotch!

I stuffed my foot excitedly into the other, then realized something was in there. I pulled my foot out and shoved my hand in and came out with a pair of leather gloves. But they were like the boots, really high! I put them down and slid the boot on, then zipped it up before examining the gloves.

They were black leather, like the boots. I slid my hands, and arms into them, and they came up well past my elbows, almost to my shoulders!

Wild! Kinky! Sexy!

I stared at myself in the big mirror, posing breathlessly. Wow, I looked amazing! I wobbled out into the bedroom where I'd left my phone and then went back in and took a bunch of pictures – careful pictures, ones that didn't have my head in them.

You can never be too careful!

I wanted to remember what I looked like but I couldn't chance someone hacking my phone, or stealing it and having pictures of me like this all over the internet or something!

I was turned on, and I absolutely had to masturbate!

I couldn't do it with these straps on, though, so I unbuckled them and began to slide them off. Seeing and feeling the straps against my wrists, though, gave me ideas, dark ones. I took down one of Evan's belts and wrapped it around my wrists, then held my arms up and stared at myself in the mirror, my body thrumming with sexual energy!

The walk-in closet was about ten feet deep and about ten feet wide. His clothes were on the left, and hers on the right. But in the middle was like a giant dresser. It was about waist-high and had drawers running down both sides.

I bent over it, gasping as my breasts pillowed out against the surface, then doubled up the belt I'd taken and swung it back against my bottom. I flinched and gasped as it snapped down across my bare buttocks, but the inner heat rose so that I squirmed wildly against the dresser!

I needed a banana!

My whole body felt flushed as I carefully made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked for a banana. There were none, though. What caught my eye instead were cucumbers. And I felt an emotional jolt go through me at the very thought of using one! They were way too thick!

But... being done by a really thick cock had always been one of my dark fantasies, going along with the dark heat of being bound and gagged and used!

So I took out the narrowest of them, my heart beating and chest tight. I washed it in warm water until it warmed up, then took it upstairs. I found some baby oil and then began to finger myself. I moaned as the heat rose rapidly. I hadn't bothered taking off the leather gloves! Feeling the leather fingers against me felt wild! It was like it wasn't really my finger!

I slid two leather fingers up inside myself, pumping them in and out as I squatted in front of the big mirror, staring at myself. Then I placed the thicker side of the cucumber on the floor, and knelt straddling it. I slowly eased my knees apart, bringing myself down until I felt the slippery round tip of the thing against me!

I had to fight not to touch myself now because I was sure I would come like crazy if I did! Instead I used my hands to brace myself on the floor and hold the cucumber as I rubbed my pussy against the top! I eased down more and more, feeling the pressure make me ache!

I was starting to have my doubts this was going to work, in fact. The pressure was becoming very hard, and the aching was becoming worse, and yet it wasn't pushing into me. I began to wonder if it wasn't just too thick for me.

I began to vary the pressure, easing up, then pressing down, easing up, then pressing down, grinding myself against it until, slowly, I felt the tip pushing aside the lips of my sex, and then, oh my God it felt incredible as it started to slowly slide into me!

I couldn't wait! I was trembling with excitement! I only had about three inches inside me but my gloved fingers, now quite slippery, pressed against my clitoris and I rubbed frantically! It didn't take more than a few seconds, then the orgasm tore through me!

I couldn't help crying out again and again! I was in an empty house so why not!? I pressed down harder, the heat devouring me as I forced myself further and further down the length of the warm, slippery cucumber!

I stared at my pussy, obscenely stretched apart as the green cock slid into me, and rubbed my clitoris desperately, waves of pleasure sweeping through my body and mind so that I thought I might go insane!

The orgasm was... fucking amazing! It was one of the most intense I'd ever had, and left me gasping and flushed. I knelt there, bending forward, gulping in air, hands on the floor, recovering.

Now here's the thing. I'd never masturbated past an orgasm before. I mean, the whole point of masturbating was to reach climax, right, and what was the climax? It was the end! And yet I was still incredibly aroused, incredibly excited, and so I straightened up, staring at myself with rapt attention.

I let my body sink down slowly, wincing a little as the cucumber pushed deeper. I put my hands up behind my neck and stared at myself, stared at the cucumber, stared at myself. Heat washed over me!

I moaned helplessly as I sank slowly, oh so slowly down, feeling the hard green thing sliding deeper into my pussy, stretching it out all along its length! God, it was so thick! I let my hands slide down over my breasts, kneading them and rubbing the nipples, then dropped my right hand to my pussy and let my slippery fingers start rubbing my clitoris again!

I began to... bounce, atop the thing. Oh, it wasn't much of a bounce, of course, just little ones that didn't really even move me on the thing so much as make the pressure grow and stop, grow and stop. But gradually the thing pushed higher and deeper inside me. Finally, I gripped the base to hold it against the floor, and then began to actually slide up and down.

I could see the look on my face in the mirror, how it was completely filled with heat and excitement as I slid slowly up and down that thick green cock! I forced myself lower, ignoring the pain, crying out as the tip jammed against the back wall of my pussy again and again!

Another orgasm hammered into me and I cried out as it really tore my mind apart! It was even more powerful than the first one, and I rode the cucumber furiously, heedless of how much it ached! I was wild with passion and need as the orgasm tore my mind apart, and nothing else mattered but the pleasure!

It was so good!

I rode up and down, grinding myself down on each deep stroke, gasping and moaning in pleasure, until the orgasm slowly faded. And still I felt aroused. I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling how the cucumber throbbed inside me.

Then I got my phone and snapped pictures – below the neck – of me impaled on the cucumber. I turned my back to the mirror and snapped more, then fell forward onto my hands and knees, turning to look behind me at the cucumber sticking out of me.

God, what a filthy girl I was!

I had more than half inside me by then. But it was over a foot long. I had no thought of getting it all inside me, though the idea of that was incredibly hot!

I reached under me, rubbing my clitoris, pressing the cucumber back against the mirror, feeling the tip jamming inside me as I moaned in pleasure. I'd never had two orgasms at the same time and now I was aiming for three!

I was getting more frantic, and more violent. I turned away from the mirror, pressing the thing back against the chest of drawers, slapping myself back so that the tip punched into me again and again until I had maybe two-thirds of it inside me, maybe more!

Another orgasm lashed my senses! I rutted back against the chest, heedless of the pain as the tip of the thing punched against the back wall of my pussy!

Oh boy! I sagged bonelessly as the orgasm passed, gasping for breath, my weight crushing my breasts under me as I knelt there with the end of the cucumber pressed against the chest. I groaned and eased a bit forward to ease the pressure against me, then slowly rose up and eased the cucumber out of my aching pussy.

I sat back, drawing my knees up, staring down at my pussy, now closed. I moaned as I ran my leather-covered fingers lightly across myself. That had been the thickest thing I'd ever tried to push into my body, but it had been worth it! That had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life!

Now I needed to clean up. I groaned as I got to my feet. I posed a few more times before the mirror, then sighed and went to the bathroom. There I washed the gloves while still on me to get the slippery baby oil off.

With that done I gently peeled them off and patted them dry with paper towels. I unzipped the boots and took them off, then folded up the gloves and slipped them inside before putting them back in the closet.

I put the halter thing back in Taylor's lingerie drawer and closed it, then went back to the closet and cleaned the baby oil off the floor where it had spilled. Everything looked good, so then I went into the bathroom and washed myself up before getting dressed.

I trotted back downstairs and went out back, crossed the yard, then climbed over the fence to my place. I felt a bit strange, because I'd done something so kinky and outrageous. But also sort of gleeful and excited because it had been so exciting and given me such fantastic orgasms.

I felt some guilt, too, but rationalized it. I hadn't caused any harm and I'd gotten away with it.

At least I hoped I hadn't caused any harm! My pussy ached for quite some time! It sure would have been embarrassing to have to go to a doctor and try to come up with a reason if I'd torn anything in there! Fortunately, the ache began to ease after a short time.