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 ï>¿Jillian's Naked Mile byLaceAndHumiliationÂ(C)

   Hi, I'm Jillian and I'm an incurable exhibitionist.  I love to flirt,
tease, flash and anything else I can do to stimulate myself.  You see, it's
all for me.  It's what turns me on, drives me crazy.  I remember getting
off on all the prick teasing in high school.  Tight shirts, short skirts,
they all got me the attention I craved.  College was no different though I
pleased as much as I teased.  I discovered my passion there for public
nudity as well as bondage and erotic humiliation.  I found men who loved to
tie up woman and fuck them senseless.  Recently, I've discovered a new way
to tie it all together, a new release, all along these lines.  It was
brought on by internet stories about women who would get naked, or nearly
so and put themselves in public.  The stories would then detail how these
women would put themselves in daring situations in public.  Occasionally
some would bind themselves in some way.  It intrigued me and excited me to
no end thinking about it. 

   Eventually, being the wild child that I am, I tried it myself.  First,
it began as walks through my neighborhood wearing cut off Tshirts and short
shorts.  I am short and curvy with a small waist.  I have big tits (for my
size) but firm.  I have a nicely rounded ass which is also tight from all
my walking and Pilates.  I've often been told I have the perfect stripper's
body.  I've used it often to get the hard cock I want.  Often I would watch
for men from my block walking their dogs or going out running.  When they
would pass my windows I'd make sure that that was the time that I'd be
changing clothes.  I'd flash them my breasts or at least hoped to.  With
each increasingly daring thing I made myself do brought a greater rush.  It
always led to some wild sex with whoever I was with at the time, or a hot
session with my vibrator if I wasn't currently dating.  I was just in a
period where I'd been without a man for the longest period since my
adolescence.  I was finding that my exhibitionistic behavior was keeping me
horny and that my poor vibrator wasn't able to keep up.  It led me to
increase the risk of my public behavior, all for the increasing thrill it
brought.

   After reading a particular hot story about a woman who walked naked in
her own neighborhood it made me hot enough to try it myself.  I planned it
accordingly and went out and did it.  The first time I tried it I was as
careful as could be.  I walked in the dark, away from the streetlights.  I
remember the rush I got just making it to the end of my block and back.  I
live at the end of a dead end, the land behind my house is some light
woods, then another subdivision.  I walked naked back there as well, along
the paths.  The thrill wasn't quite as vivid, since hardly anyone ever goes
back.  Still, it helped get me used to being naked, in public, in the dark.

   My games progessed each time.  I'd make myself walk further each time.
Also, I'd add another element of risk to make the thrill increase.  I'd
force myself to walk closer to the street lights or make myself slow down
more.  I was like an exhibition junkie.  Each time I needed more of a
thrill to make sure I got off harder.  It was intoxicating, for sure.  The
planning for the event was part of the joyous buildup.  I'd wrack my brain
trying to think of things to make myself do in order to keep ratcheting up
the thrill of the ride.

   Again, because of the influence of some of the stories, I decided to add
another one of my fetishes to the mix.  Bondage.  The first time I made
myself walk two blocks, in nothing but my high heels (to force me to slow
down) with my hands handcuffed behind my back, I swear I was going to cum
before I even made it home.  I was hooked, this was the thing I was looking
for to boost the thrill.  It was about the risk of being caught, helpless,
naked and bound.  After that first walk with the cuffs, each succeeding
walk always included them.  Did I ever fear getting caught?  Of course I
did.  That was the biggest part of the perverse thrill of it.  I didn't
want to be caught, but the thought of being caught...  and what I might
have to do...well, it spurred me on.  I planned each episode so that I had
a good chance of not getting caught, but to totally plan out the
possibility...?  That defeated the purpose for me.  I'm a big girl (not
physically).  I've had some pretty kinky sex, if I get caught, so be it,
I'll handle it.  In fact, the thought increasingly crept into my mind that
maybe I was doing it all along just to get caught.  I can't consciously say
that it's true.  I don't think of myself as trying to plan myself getting
gang banged or raped, but on the other hand why keep increasing the
difficulty of such a risky thing?  I'm not a psychologist, I'm just a
kinkster, I'll let you decide.

   One day after a night's naked walk I was in my backyard and one of my
neighbors stopped by.  It was Darla, who lived two houses down.  She's a
lesbian.  I have no problem with that, per se, I certainly had my share of
women in college, I just wasn't as into women now.  Darla, though, was into
me.  I was always polite to her but I certainly tried to minimize the
contact with her, not because she wasn't nice, just because I didn't want
to encourage her.  She started talking about nothing in particular.  I
chatted her up for awhile but I started to give her the old, "Oh, I've got
dinner on," speech. 

   She just smiled and said, "That's fine, dear, I'm sure you need to keep
up your strength, all that walking you do." I just looked at her.  Naw, she
couldn't know....right?  I just shrugged it off.  "Yeah, I guess," I
smiled.

   "Well, it certainly suits you," she grinned.  "Your figure has never
looked better..." 

   I turned to look at her.

   "...all of your figure," she giggled.

   "What's that?" I asked in mock surprise.

   "Oh please, dear, let's cut the crap.  I've seen you out on your walks.
I actually look forward to them now.  I have my binoculars handy every
night now.  I have to say, I'd like you to do it more often than once a
week or whatever.  I like how you've added some bondage....very kinky," she
cooed.

   My face must've gone pale.  "What?  Um...wow...I didn't think anyone saw
me."

   "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I did.  At least a couple
times in the last few weeks.  How long have you been doing this then?"

   "Oh, a few months now.  Probably about a dozen walks or so ," I
sheepishly admitted.

   We got to talking.  It actually felt good to release some of the
secretness of it.  She already had me, it was no use denying it and it
didn't appear she had any ulterior motive other than to tell me about it
and get some excitement herself in talking to me.  She got me to admit how
thrilled it all made me, how excited I got with the thought of such sublime
humiliation.  She understood, I could tell.  She was quite into bondage
herself.  She particularly liked talking to me about my fascination with
handcuffs.  I also admitted how sensitive my nipples were and how I longed
for the old wooden clothespins on them.  I'd tried nipple clamps and such
but nothing was as pure and raw as having clothespins on them.  She smiled
knowingly.

   "Well, if you ever need any, stop by, I have some," she said as she
walked away. 

   I made a mental note of that.  Almost two weeks went by, the stress of
working cut into my fantasy planning time.  I made myself take a long
weekend for a break.  It was to be on this weekend when I'd try my most
daring adventure yet.

   I'd made other notes about my neighbors, what their schedules were, what
they were like, who was in each house.  It was my fortune to have all
adults living in close proximity.  There was Darla, Sam, Greg, Bob, all on
my block, only Sam was married.  His wife is one of those trophy wives, he
is a big jerky guy.  He is very chauvenistic and demeaning to women.  He is
a super salesman type, a big blowhard I thought.  His wife hardly ever
seemed to be home (which I could understand).  For my purposes though, he
could be of some use.  Knowing his propensity to ogle and leer, I had used
every opportunity to prance by him in my T shirt and shorts.  I gave him
plenty to look at for the last few weeks, I was priming him for something,
I just wasn't sure what.  One of the days I was walking by in the half
shirt and shorts, my generous tits no doubt nearly peaking out from under
the top.  He was washing his car.  He wolf whistled.

   "You know, if I was married to you I'd have you washing my car in that
outfit..." he chuckled.  "...and without your hands."

   I just sniffed and kept walking but smiled secretly as I kept walking.
There's just something exciting and even humiliating about my desires.  I
just can't help myself.  In fact, the possibility that it's for the
humiliation that I do these things had just begun to enter my mind.

   Greg is the neighbor furthest down the block.  He's some computer techy
guy, in his forties.  He has a schedule and rarely varies from it.  Home at
7 dinner at 8, in his den around 9 (and I found out why on one of my walks)
and walks the dog sometime after.  I'd given him quite a few shows with my
blinds open as he passed with his dog, Sally, a slobbering, friendly golden
retriever. 

   I was passing his house one day with a short skirt, no panties and a
painted on shirt and I waved at him as he stood on his steps.  It was just
getting on to 9 pm When I passed I noticed him ogling intently. 

   He smiled stupidly and said, "Wow, you are pretty as a picture."

   I laughed, "I have some of me if you want them," I said, with specific
intent.  He wasn't sure if I was joking.  I changed the subject.  I made
sure that I put my elbows up on his fence when I talked.  This had the
effect of pulling my half top up even more.  I could feel cool air on the
underside of my tits, no doubt it was allowing him to view a nice portion
of the bottom of my breasts.  When I doubled back later (yes, sometimes I
do it for exercise as well!) I noticed the light on in the den of his
house. I have no idea why I veered to look in, other than perhaps giving
him another look.  I could see his computer on.  I was about to walk away
when Sally ran up to the fence and tried to smother me with wet kisses.  I
had to keep pushing her cold nose away from my groin, she kept trying to
lift the skirt up and here I was pantiless!  I shooed her away quietly but
she was intent.  When I looked back up I could see him, sitting in his
chair.  I moved along the fence line, along his bushes.  He was in his
chair.  The computer was on.  He was masturbating!  Oh god.  I started to
laugh to myself and walk away.  However, as I was walking I thought about
it.  It tweaked something in me.  That something which drives me crazy.  It
was humiliation.  Here he was, jerking off to the thought of me (probably)
and I was looking at him doing it.  I thought back to other days I'd passed
him.  I'd seen the light on in his den after, I took note of that for my
budding plan as well.  I almost went back to watch him finish but then I
thought how well it would fit my plans if I waited.  He was most definitely
not the type I want to fuck, but that added to the humiliation when I'd
think about him catching me.  I wanted to avoid that if I could.

   Bob is my next door neighbor.  He's a young guy, a former athlete, works
construction of some sort.  He spends nearly every night in the evening out
back on his deck, barbecuing and drinking beer, especially when football is
on.  Occasionally he has friends over to join him, but mostly only on
Saturdays or Sunday afternoons, when there are games on.  I know I've
teased him the most.  I often lay out in my backyard, topless, when I know
he's around.  I'm sure he's seen my tits plenty of times.  I make sure that
even though there's a privacy fence for most of the adjoining land line,
that where I lay gives him an opportunity to ogle and I've seen him take it
on more than a few occasions.  I love oiling myself up for him and then
acting like I'm asleep under my sunglasses.  I've watched him pretend to
cut his shrubs for nearly an hour, all the while ogling my freed breasts.
Like I said, I'd been priming these guys for weeks and weeks now, for what,
I wasn't sure, but the plan was beginning to develop.

   The long weekend was approaching, I'd had some random ideas but I needed
a break in order to hash it all out.  Friday came and I spent the free day
finalizing my ideas.  I knew what I wanted.  All the things leading up to
now were just practice runs.  They had all been too easy and I knew it.  I
always had an escape plan or had used ways to minimize the risk, such as
planting clothes along the way in case I chickened out or was about to get
caught.  I knew I didn't want that this time.  I wanted this to be the most
challenging, most daring, even diabolical thing I'd ever done.  I was in a
constant state of arousal from all the planning, thinking I'd been doing
over this now for weeks.  I cut myself off from masturbating for a week
which nearly drove me crazy.  As part of the preparation for my adventure,
I'd given the 'boys' of the neighborhood some really nice revealing looks
at me.  They certainly knew my schedule as well and always seemed to be
outside when I'd go for walks in my ridiculous little outfits.  They wanted
to jump me and I knew it, it was what I wanted them to desire.

   That part of the plan out of the way I concentrated on the specifics.  I
wanted to be naked, totally, for this, with no escape plan other than
getting back home.  I wanted to be cuffed, hands behind my back.  I wanted
to it to be difficult.  I wanted to be nearly helpless, yet, still be able
to complete all my tasks if done promptly and correctly.  My thoughts
occasionally went to Darla.  I wondered if I should include her in this
somehow, just as a safety precaution, since she already knew about me but
she never made it into the initial plan. 

   I'd gone shopping at an adult store for several items.  The most
important were the ankle cuffs.  They were soft, padded ones, which
connected with a velcro strap but could also be locked with small locks. 
My idea here was to limit my ability to walk, making it slower, more
tedious and risky.  I used a bicycle lock cord and looped it through each
loop in the cuffs, connecting them together.  It gave me about 12 inches of
slack.  It would give me very limited ability to walk with speed.  I'd have
to shuffle.  In addition I planned to wear the high heels I just bought. 
It fit my plan perfectly.  I knew if I chickened out I could easily get out
of the velcro but not if I used the locks.  I'd need the key unless my
hands were free to cut them, of course.  It was laughable the first time I
tried to walk around the kitchen with the ankle cuffs on and high heels.  I
nearly tripped several times before I worked it out.  Still, I wasn't going
to be able to go very far, fast.  It was how I wished it.

   I needed to do something for Greg.  I needed to take some pictures.  I
took my good digital camera and posed for some revealing photos.  I got
some of me in my half shirt, arms over my head.  Then I took some topless,
but with me cupping my breasts.  I got a couple of me in my short shorts
topless, but facing away, my shorts pulled up tightly into my crack.  All
in all I got some nice sexy shots, but PG-13 types.  These I put in
envelope A.

   I got out my trusty handcuffs.  I loved the ruggedness of them, the
solid steel, the coldness, the hardness of them against my wrists.  No
padded cuffs for this girl, I liked these raw, and rough.  I set up the
camera again.  I set it on auto and took a few pictures of myself naked and
handcuffed.  I took one with my legs open.  I took a few more of me cuffed,
on my knees, my face to the floor and my naked ass pointing invitingly at
the camera.  If he ever got these he had a picture of everything I had.  I
printed them off on my home photo processor.  I put them in envelope B for
their use as part of my plans.  Oh yes, the plan was coming along nicely. I
made a stop several blocks over at a local pub on friday afternoon, the
place was dead, as I'd hoped.  I wore jeans and a big sweatshirt with a hat
pulled down over my face, I didn't want to be recognized later.  I taped a
key under the pool table, which, only for the moment, was sitting silently.

   It was Friday night, I made a 'walk through' of the neighborhood.  I was
depositing the key for the wrist cuffs in one spot, the key for the ankle
cuffs in another.  One thing for each spot, each person.  Each one had a
planned task I had to do to get the key.  I had included Greg, Bob, but not
Sam yet.  I had something else for him.  I'd need my webcam video camera on
my netbook for that one.  I recalled his comment about making me wash the
car without my hands, the pig.  Secretly though, it thrilled me because it
fit into what I wanted perfectly.  It was degrading, humiliating and
overpoweringly exciting.  Remember, I still was planning to get home,
scot-free, but I wanted the tasks to be as difficult and as humiliating as
possible.  I wanted it to get me off like the big bang.  The thought of
being caught by any one of these guys, or anyone at all, while doing
something so kinky, was sending my mind into a fever.  I knew I was driving
myself so crazy that I'd need a real hard cock in me very soon.

   Saturday finally came, it was to be the night of my adventure.  Instead,
it poured rain.  All day it came.  I kept looking up at the sky for relief,
none came.  I kept the weather channel on, it didn't get better.  My pussy
was throbbing already from the possibilities and from my ignoring it now
for a week.  I almost thought about doing it anyway but the cold, biting
rain changed my mind each time I stepped outside to check it. 

   I instead spent the night going over my plans.  The basic intent of the
plan was clear.  I wanted it to be as difficult and kinky as I've ever had
it.  I had purposely teased the neighbors just to motivate them.  It was
effective, I could tell, I knew they all wanted me.  That was the
humiliatingly fun part.  I was going to venture into territory where I'd
purposely fanned the flames.  If I failed I was going to be caught by the
very people I'd turned on and no telling what they'd do to me.  It made my
pussy hum just thinking about it.  Each task would require much effort on
my part.  I didn't just want to show up to a house, pick up and key and
move on.  I wanted to have to work for it, with a high price to pay if I
failed.  I looked at my plans, I think I'd done just that.

   Sunday arrived after a fitful sleep.  I rehearsed my plans over and over
during the day.  I even took some trips outside to check over things again.
I wanted to know if the rain had any effect on where I'd left some of the
keys.  It was like a cold run through.  I also needed to drop off the
netbook into the hiding place I'd planned, while the Sams were out.  I was
satisfied everything was still ok.  It was supposed to be a nice evening.
The storm had pushed through some of the cool air, though nights at this
time of late summer can be somewhat cool.  I didn't mind though, being
slightly chilled would further motivate me to keep things moving.  The time
was getting close now.  It was time for a shower then...onto it.

   I lingered in the warmth of the shower for a bit, knowing I'd be without
such warmth for some of my night anyway.  I put on my makeup, slightly
exaggerated for effect.  Instead of my usual more neutral lip shade I made
them bright red.  Yes, it was a whore look I was after.  I really have no
trouble pulling that off.  I pulled my hair back into a pony tail.  I had
no need of it hanging in my eyes later since I would have no hands to keep
brushing it aside.  I slithered into my tight, short sundress.  Sheesh, I
remembered how long it had been since I'd worn it, I'd gained a few pounds
since then.  I looked in the mirror.  This was even better, more of me
would show this way.  Finally, I got out my netbook and unhooked it from
the charger.  I looked in the mirror again and sighed.  This would be the
last quiet moment for quite awhile.  While it was quiet, it was by no means
relaxing.  I was so worked up from all the thought, all the preparation,
all the possibilities.  I gathered my gear in my athletic bag and headed
out.  I set my house alarm and looked at my house keys laying on the table.
I knew I had to leave them but I was tempted to go back and get them, 'just
in case'.  I used my resolve to shut the door behind me and leave them
inside.  I was locked out, now the only key for me to get in was taped to
the underside of a pool table, a mile away.  I had the safety of my car for
at least the moment.



   All sorts of thoughts ran through my head.  I had some fear invade my
thoughts for the first time.  What if?  What if?  I arrived at the pub so
quickly that I didn't really have time to think those thoughts all the way
through.  It was no use anyway, I was committed.  All these months of my
games had led to this anyway, this type of night was inevitable.  I looked
at the line of cars parked at the bar.  It was far more crowded than I'd
figured.  I saw a tall guy getting out of a red pickup and head in.  I
recognized him as Josh, he was a friend of my next door neighbor, Bob's. 
He was a frequent visitor to his barbeques.

   I walked in uneasily.  It was loud, smoky and full.  Men noticed me
right away.  I was the tart in the revealing dress.  My were boobs hanging
out invitingly and there was more than a hint of backside than one could
reasonably expect in a bar like that.  I glanced at the pool table.  It was
packed, as I'd planned.  Now though, I was starting to regret my decision
to put it there.  It's one thing to plan it with the heat of the thoughts
overwhelming you, it's another to have to do it, in the cold light of a
barroom. 

   Suddenly, a man appeared on my right and offered to buy me a drink.  It
was Josh.  I smiled to myself that he worked that quickly.  I eagerly
accepted.  He'd seen me across the fence numerous times, though never like
this.  I knew I'd need some liquid encouragement, for sure.  I downed it
while making small talk with him.  He was clearly only interested in my
chest, as he never looked me in the eye once.  All the while I was planning
how in the world I could get on the floor with all those people around and
grope for the key.  The first thought was to just do it.  After my second
drink, to just walk over, nudge someone aside.  Just get on my knees and do
it, and walk out.  I figured that maybe the shock alone would stun them
long enough.  Luckily, I came up with a better idea.  Josh had noticed my
lack of attention to him and excused himself to walk over to the pool table
area.  I cursed myself under my breath for not at least flirting him up for
the other drink.  Any other night, in my current state of horniness, I'd
have no doubt allowed him to see everything he'd been ogling and let him
stick his hard cock in me out in the parking lot.  I was that horny.  I was
going to get off soon but I needed to focus.  I still needed to get that
second drink, though, and time was a factor.  One, Greg clearly had his
usual schedule, I did not want to mess that up.  Two, the two Sams were at
her parents, as usual for a sunday, but always arrived home at about 10pm.
So, I had to do it all before time constraints limited me.

   I was starting to get frantic for that second drink.  I almost cheated
and ordered one for myself when I remember I'd left everything in the car,
for that very purpose.  I decided to be more outward about my flirting and
I turned to a lonely man at the bar and gave him a good show of my cleavage
while talking to him.  Finally, he got the hint and bought me the drink.  I
barely had time to thank him before I finished the drink, slammed in on the
bar and walked over to the pool table area towards Josh. 

   I could feel the eyes on me as I moved, it was intoxicating, yet nerve
wracking.  I put some change on the table, indicating my desire to play.  I
was well down the stacks of quarters, I knew I wasn't going to wait to
actually play.  I used it as an excuse to get in close.  It was between
games and I purposely starting chatting up Josh who was still clearly
interested in what I was (wasn't) wearing.  Since he was tall he could look
directly down my dress.  He was getting a spectacular show.  I used his
advances to begin my act.  They were just about to rack the balls and break
for the next game when I started my 'bit'.  I frantically called out for no
one to move, I'd dropped a contact lens.  This led to several guys dropping
to the floor on their hands and knees in search.  I joined them.  I knew
what this would mean, I'd planned it, and I only wished I'd had the guts to
look back to see their faces.  But, there I was, on my knees, my skirt had
to be halfway up my ass, at least.  I could feel it in the air.  My french
cut panties had to be showing.  I had to act like I didn't, but I knew they
were looking, all of them.  I could feel Josh, on his knees, behind me.  He
had to have the best look, from just a foot or two away from my exposed
cheeks.  I feigned for the men to look elsewhere while I looked under the
table.  I used that opportunity to peel the key away from it's hiding
place. It was only then I dared a glance behind me, from under the table.
Guys were elbowing each other in the ribs.  I could hear them say things
under their breath.  I was tingling by now.  I stood up abruptly, saying
I'd found the lens.  I pretended to put it back in my eye.  I thanked the
men for helping and I walked back into the main part of the bar.  I saw the
disappointment in Josh's face when I started to walk away.  I then slipped
quickly out the door.  Part one was accomplished.

   I stood out at my car with a smile.  I knew I was crazy, I knew this
game was going to be out of control nuts but I couldn't help myself, I was
giddy now.  My pussy felt like it was fluttering.  This had only been the
easy part.  I was about to seal my fate for good for the night.  I'd parked
way back, behind the bar, where only employees park.  I took my bag of
goodies out and got right to work.  First, I took off the dress and the
panties.  I was going to shove them in the bag when I had another
spontaneous nasty thought.  I figured, why not.  I took the dress and the
panties and walked to the corner of the bar, nude.  I glanced around the
corner, the coast was clear.  I ran over to the red pickup truck and
quickly tossed the dress into Josh's open window.  As an afterthought, I
hung my panties from his antenna.  I ran back to my car.  NOW I was going
to have to hurry.  I quickly put the ankle cuffs on.  I opened the driver's
side window just a smidgeon.  I locked the car doors and removed the remote
from the ring (my car won't lock all the doors from the inside.) Then, with
reluctance, I put my handcuffs on.  I briefly hesitated, before I clicked
them shut behind me.  I had a moment of panic.  I actually pushed the
remote to open the doors again.  I got back inside the car.  I was
breathing heavily now.  My ankles were still cuffed, I was still naked, and
the handcuffs were still cuffed to one wrist.  It was now or never.  If I
waited any longer my plans could be ruined.  I could always do it another
night.  My pussy was on fire.  I thought, fuck it, I got out of the car
this time without hesitation.  I locked the doors, slipped the remote into
the car through the crack I'd left in the window and put the handcuffs
behind my back and clicked them.  That was that.  I was now cuffed and
naked with only my plans, wicked as they were, able to get me home safely.

   I wasn't completely crazy (well, that's subjective).  I'd actually
planned it better than just being bound and naked and making myself walk in
front of everyone on the street.  There actually is a path from the alley
behind the bar which leads to a park.  I had to take this path to the park,
go through the park, which led to my street, a half dozen blocks from my
house.  I began my walk.  Almost immediately I regretted adding the cable
which attached the leg cuffs.  It was hard enough to walk with the high
heels, adding the limited range of motion made it hard, very hard indeed. I
could only shuffle, and even then, I nearly tripped every other step until
I sort of got used to it.  I didn't want to fall, I couldn't brace myself,
my hands were behind me.  I really hadn't thought that part out well
enough. I should've cuffed them in front of me, at least for now.  It was
quiet enough in the alley and then the path.  I really didn't know what I'd
do if there was a drunk or bum hanging out back there.  I shuddered at the
thought, though strangely, it heated my pussy up another level.  Fleeting
thoughts would flash in my brain that maybe I wanted that, maybe I should
come back someday when there are guys back there, that sort of thing.  I
was wondering why this stuff drives me crazy like this.  I had enough
troubles to worry about on this night, however, and my focus came back. 

   I was at the park now.  I had to cross a reasonably busy street to get
to it.  I waited for the opportunity.  As cars passed I kept thinking of my
running clock, I couldn't wait long but I also couldn't just rush out with
dozens of cars going by.  Finally I saw an opening.  I
dashed/shuffled/jumped the best I could across the street.  I wasn't quite
to the treeline when I heard a car horn.  I'd been seen.  I hustled into
the brush, and scraped myself on some branches.  I crouched there, panting
heavily.  I waited.  There was no one following.  I gingerly extracted
myself from the bushes and resumed my shuffling gait.  I had a few hundred
yards in the park then I exited it on my street.  I still had blocks and
blocks to go.

   I began shuffling again.  I stayed on the sidewalk.  The streetlights
weren't frequent and were placed at intervals between houses, not directly
at them.  I passed a house where I knew a cute guy lived.  I'd walked past
this house many times, hoping to get his attention.  He was a pilot of some
kind, and totally ripped.  I'd have included him in my plans somehow, if I
knew anything about him or his schedule, alas, I knew that would have to
wait for another night.  I more than secretly wished he was looking out his
window then.  I thought I saw him through his blinds.  I ducked down. 
Maybe he'd notice me, my tits bouncing with my unsteady gait.  I walked
back in the other direction.  I was under the street light now.  God , I
was horny, I couldn't believe I was messing with my detailed plan like this
in trying to get myself fucked.  I sauntered back toward the right
direction, my sexy ass naked to the wind.  I didn't see any movement.  I
tried again, down and back.  It was no good.  I had to move on.  The hum in
my pussy was growing.  I resolved that I would absolutely punish it later,
because of all of this teasing and abstaining.

   A few cars passed and I ducked out of the way in plenty of time as they
did.  I got across the last cross street to my block but still had to wait
what I considered too long.  I could see Greg's house.  I was exhausted
from all the effort of the walk.  I made a note to never try the hobbling
effect again.  I still had some physical activity left.  I hoped I had
enough strength.

   I made it to Greg's.  I figured it was after his dinner time, and hoped
that it was still before his den time.  As I approached I could see that
his den light was dark.  I shuffled along the fence line.  His dog Sally
approached.

   I thought, "Fuck, what's she doing in the backyard?" I had to shush her
from making too much noise.  I was on the other side of the fence and my
hands were behind me, it made that difficult.  Still, I had wanted it hard
and it certainly was.  The plan was this: I left the two envelopes of
pictures hidden.  I'd drop off the first ones, the revealing but milder
ones on his front porch.  I'd ring the doorbell then shuffle the hell out
of there to the backyard.  Then, I had to hope he jerks off to them.  While
he was doing that I had to drop the second envelope on the front walk, the
one he'll have to go on when he takes Sally for her walk.  Then, I had to
go back to the backyard and get the key and keep an eye on Greg's progress,
so to speak.  I had to hurry and get the ankle cuffs off, then race to the
front where the pictures were and scoop them up before he finds them and
sees me like that.  Oh, I'm embarrassed to admit but in the car, on my way
to the bar I was thinking how that the pictures alone wouldn't be
embarrassing enough.  So, I wrote a note and I included it among the racy
pictures in envelope B.  It was written like a coupon.  It said, "This
entitles the bearer to choose one of the pictures and have me in the manner
of said picture" Then I wrote in parentheses, "You won't have to jerk off
next time." I even left my email.  Greg would be able to choose which
position he wanted me in, cuffed and naked.  Now that would be humiliating.
He was in his 40's pudgy and balding, and by the looks of it, hadn't had a
woman in years...if ever.  I think that satisfied my desire for it to be
risky and embarrassing if caught.

   There was a pressing problem though, the time.  I had taken too long at
the bar, was kept too long waiting for traffic, then delayed myself with my
slow back and forth walk for the cute neighbor. 

   I crept along the fence line.  I found the packet I left by the fence. I
opened it and took out the first envelope of pictures I'd taken of me. 
These were the sexy but safer ones.  I made sure this was the right group
of photos, I didn't want to make that mistake.  Because of the time
pressure, I had to make it go quicker.  I figured I had but a half hour or
less to get to Sam's and wash his car.  I took the pictures out of both of
the envelopes and laid them carefully in two piles.  I wanted him to have
at least one really sexy one in order to 'guarantee' him jerking off
quickly to it.  It was a struggle with my hands behind me but I managed it.
I took a random one from the X rated pile and put it with the safer ones. I
didn't have time nor the inclination to put them back in the envelopes, I
had to hurry.  I took the safer pictures and I shuffled quickly back to his
front gate with them.  I managed to get the gate open by backing up to it,
I knew I'd better leave it open for my quick retreat.  I hopped up to his
front door.  I dropped the pictures and rang his doorbell.  I scurried like
mad around the side of his house, through the gate to his backyard.  This
was where the ankle cuff key was.  I heard the door open, a momentary
silence, then the door shut again.  I had the urge to go back and see if
the pictures were still there but there was no need, the light went on in
the den.  I was on my knees facing his window.  His den was in the
basement, it was one of those bi- level houses.  I knew he couldn't see me,
it was pitch black behind me and his den was illuminated only by a desk
lamp.  I saw him fan out the pictures, a smile came across his face. 

   Suddenly, Sally came from around the corner and knocked me over.  I
couldn't stop her without my hands.  She was all over me, nosing me,
licking at me. 

   I thought, "Fuck, why is she outside?"

   I had to placate her though, I didn't want Greg to notice.  I did my
best to comfort her but with my hands behind me my pats at her head made
access to my behind too inviting.  I almost ruined my whole plan right
there and nearly screamed when I felt her cold nose press hard on my ass.
The more I fought her, the more she wriggled.  I looked in the window and
saw Greg with his dick out, it was hard, he was stroking it.  I knew I had
to hurry and Sally was all over me.  I'd buried the key next to the
birdhouse, right outside his den window, purposely.  I began to dig for it.
I spend half the time digging, half the time pushing her away from my
privates.  I was so wet now, I'm sure Sally surely noticed it too.  I dug
furiously for the key while fighting Sally off.  I could only laugh at how
this had to look, me, naked and cuffed peering in a window with a guy
jerking off and a dog's nose in my business.  I finally got the key.  Greg
was working his hand more feverishly, I noticed he'd put one picture
separate from the others.  I knew which type.  I rolled over onto my side,
this limited Sally's intrusions.  It was still no easy task but I managed
to get the key in the lock.  My face was just feet from the window now as I
watched Greg shoot his cum all over his stomach to my pictures.  I don't
know why but at that moment I could feel my pussy get extra creamy.  I had
it, the key was open!  I tossed the ankle cuffs over the fence for
retrieval later, I kind of liked them for this type of play.

   I locked the back gate on Sally and I raced to the front less encumbered
than before, though I still had the heels on.  I bent down to pick up the
risky pictures.  It was then I cursed my choice of not using the envelope.
I tried picking them up by kneeling down and bending back but I kept
dropping some, remember, I still had to carry my house key in my hand the
whole time.  I certainly didn't want to drop that.  Sally saw me struggling
and started barking madly.  This no doubt is what brought Greg to the door.
I saw the light come on, I made one last stab for the pictures, I got
them....then dropped one or two...I think.  The door was opening.  I raced
out the front gate and into the darkness.  I found a dark patch of trees
and huddled there gasping and chuckling to myself. 

   "Ok, so I dropped a picture or two," I thought, "what the hell, he
already saw me in the other bondage one." I couldn't see anyone follow me
and I saw his light go off again in the distance.  Now I really had to
rush. I eschewed the safer, darker route and walked across the street and
down the sidewalk towards Sam's house.  No one appeared to be out or in
their windows anyway.  I made it to his driveway.  His prized car was under
its safe car blanket.  I quickly peeled it off.  I went to the old stack of
two by fours and such which lined the outer part of his driveway, they were
always remodeling something over there.  Behind the back one I pulled out
what I needed, my netbook and a bucket of soapy water.  I reached in for my
prize. 

   "Shit, it's ice fucking cold!" I muttered to myself.  At the bottom, I'd
left the handcuff key.  This time I easily managed the cuffs and I had them
off.  I left them cuffed to one wrist, no way was I giving these up.  I
quickly set up the netbook with the built in webcam.  I had it set up on
the concrete wall, about waist high.  Once I was ready I turned on the
webcam and pushed record. 

   I looked directly into the camera, bent over, my tits hanging down
gloriously for him and I said, "would it look something like this?" I
smiled, recalling what he'd said about me before.  I took sponge out of the
icy water and splashed it on my tits.  I gasped at its frigidness but I
tried not to let on.  I then rubbed my tits all over the hood.  I was
careful not to use my hands on the car, only for the sponge.  I repeated
this all over the car.  I even used my tits on his tires...the grazing
across the rubber drove my already sensitive and now rock hard nipples
crazy.  I made sure I mugged for the camera throughout and repositioned it
when necessary.  I still had to be fast though.  Then, I got the garden
hose and rinsed it off, all the while playing suggestively with the hose as
I did.  I rubbed it into my pussy lustily, I even pretended like I was
licking it like a cock.  I finally doused my whole body with water, the
chill invigorated me but did nothing to cool the flames building in me.

   I thought of drying it off with one of his precious microfiber towels
but I thought, "Fuck it, he's not paying me for this." I shut off the
webcam.  Then, I got on my aol account and sent the video to his email,
also at aol.  It was part of my plan.  I could always unsend it, aol allows
it when you send mail between its members.  However, I'd need to get to
either the netbook or my home pc before Sam comes home and opens his email
or else I get the humiliation of him having that video forever, and what it
might mean.  I shuddered.

   I hung up the garden hose and dug up the next key I needed, right under
their flower pot.  It was the key to our group mailboxes, the whole block's
were in a group, on a post, just steps down the street from Sam.  I hustled
to the boxes, no longer encumbered by either set of cuffs.  I opened the
mailbox and slid the netbook in, it's slender, and the mailboxes are tall,
tall enough for business sized envelopes.  I took a deep breath and
committed myself once more.  I placed the key to the mailbox in with the
netbook, my only spare key was at Bob's, my last task.  Then, I put in my
house key and closed it shut.  Finally, laid the handcuff key on the ground
behind the boxes, I had to be able to get them off to open the mailbox
later.  I now had to complete my last task before Sam got home.  That could
be minutes from now, though he might not go right to his email.  Knowing
that he's a hard charging salesman type and all, I was pretty sure it would
be the first thing he did. 

   I started to cross the street when I got another surprise, it was Greg
walking Sally.  Oh fuck, how did I not think of that, of course he comes in
this direction, I always give him a good titty show when he passes.  He was
headed towards my house, and Bob's of course, being next to mine.  I had to
cower in the bushes and watch him pass.

   "Fuck, how long is this going to hold me back now," I fretted.  I
watched as he passed Bob's house, then approached mine.  He lingered in
front of my house, he let Sally smell all my pretty flowers on the way.  I
knew what he was wanting, another show.  I couldn't give it to him now, I
waited.  Finally, reluctantly, he kept moving.  He hit the end of the
street and circled back.  I waited breathlessly until he passed out of
sight.  Then, I raced across the street, nearly breaking the heel on my
shoe in the meantime.  I made it to Bob's fence and I crept along the edge,
I was in my yard, so close to safety it was tantalizing.  I couldn't get
in, however, without tripping my alarm and having the police show up to
arrest the naked girl in the lawn.  I had to complete the task, get the
other mailbox key, go back, get the netbook and the housekey and get home.
When I got to the backyard I nearly blanched.  Bob was there all right, but
so was his friend Josh, from the bar!  They were watching the tv he puts
outside.

   Then I remembered, "Fuck, that's right, it's not Saturday night like I'd
wanted to do it on, it's Sunday night, and there's a Sunday night NFL game
on, fuck fuck fuck" I cursed.  I got my cellphone from the hiding place by
the fence.  It was supposed to help me with a distraction, now, it didn't
seem likely that would work.  I had my plan.  The key to the mailbox I'd
thrown in his pool.  It was the above ground type.  He'd invited me to swim
in it whenever I wanted.  I'd figured that I'd distract him with a call,
tell him my car was dead a couple blocks up, to get him out of the
backyard. I'd chat him up for a moment, tell him to hold on.  I'd then jump
in the pool, retrieve the key, get out quickly, get back on the phone, tell
him I got the car started so never mind.  Then I'd race back to the
mailboxes.  I have to be honest here.  I knew I'd be plenty horny.  I had
no idea I'd be this horny though, I needed cock and I needed it badly. 
But, I figured that...you know what...if he catches me and I'm this
horny...well....I had pretty much figured this task was about 50-50, half
the time I'll make it, half the time he'll catch me and fuck my pussy raw.
Either way, I figured it was win-win.  Now though, the other man made the
phone call distraction near impossible.  I was beside myself.  Ok, so I've
admitted I wouldn't mind Bob catching me, I did not want Greg to, and most
certainly not Sam.  I was frantic.

   Then, I had an idea.  I skirted along the back fence two doors down, to
Darla's.  I knocked on her back door.  She opened it with a big smile,
seeing me dripping and naked.

   "My, you've certainly had a most interesting night so far, from what I
could see anyway, " she giggled.

   "Darla, I know, and I'm sorry I can't talk, I'm in such a big hurry..."
I panted between rushed breaths.

   "Why?  you are safe now," she said, eyebrow raised.

   "Yes...no....soft of," I said haltingly.  "I have to do something, and I
have to do it fast or..."

   "Or what, dearie"?  she said with a sly smile.

   "Or, well, I'm really going to have to do something or let something
happen that I really don't want to."

   "But, isn't that what you really desire for yourself?  Isn't that why
you do those things"?

   "Yes, no, kind of," I said, confused by my own hesitance.

   "You put yourself in these positions on purpose, you give up control,
purposely, no?"

   "Well, yes, I love not having total control, the risk, the danger, the
exitement," I started to gush, "But I'm afraid that I might have gone too
far this time, I really don't want to do some of the things I'd planned if
it went wrong."

   "So don't," she said concisely.

   "You don't understand, they haven't happened yet, but will, if I don't
do what I need to in the next, hell, ten minutes or so." 

   I could see her confusion, I quickly, and I mean quickly laid it all out
for her, the keys the mailbox, Sam, Greg, and now Bob.

   "Oh my, you have been busier than I thought," she chuckled, "and I
thought the only show was the naked car wash, I had my popcorn and my feet
up watching that one."

   I blushed scarlet.  "So will you help me"?

   "I'm not sure," she said, her face now serious.

   "Why not?" I begged.

   "First, I' m not sure you want help.  Deep down I think you want...hell,
need these things to happen to you.  Why would you even have thought of
them?  Second, I"m not sure how I can help you.  And third...." she
hesitated, " why should I, if there's nothing in it for me?"

   I had to convince her, in a hurry.  I threw it all out there.  "Ok,
look, I need you to call over there and tell them something, anything. 
Just make it good enough to get me enough time to get in and out of the
pool."

   "And?" she said with interest.

   I sighed, I knew what I had to do.  "...and then some time together?" I
said hopefully.  Like I said, I've had sex with plenty of women before, and
she was attractive, in a forties, milf-lesbian kind of way. 

   "Doing what?" she prodded.

   I was at wit's end, "anything you want," I said without reservation.

   "Ok," she said, taking control.  "Here's what we'll do.  I'll call, I'll
make it good." 

   I nodded. 

   "But, I get some things my way, starting right now, it won't disturb
your game."

   I agreed, "I said anything, ok, but hurry!"

   She smiled, "Come here," as she pulled me to her and kissed me full on
the lips.  Her hands found my breasts and rolled my nipples through her
fingers.

   "Fuck," I thought, "It feels so good." I told her I needed to hurry. 
She told me to wait there. 

   She left and came back, she had clothespins in her hand.

   "Oh fuck," I thought.

   "Don't tell me you don't remember saying you loved the feel of these,
hon."

   I nodded modestly.  She put them on me, I gasped.  She stood back and
admired her handiwork.  She then twisted them playfully while I groaned.

   "You are going to finish your task with these on, slut," she growled.

   "Yes, ma'am," I said softly. 

   She then grabbed the loose cuff from one wrist.  She twirled me around
before I could protest and cuffed them on me again, leaving my hands
helpless again behind me.  I started to protest, "but how am I going to get
the key from the pool like this," I moaned.

   She laughed, "His pool is only 5 feet deep honey, use your toes." She
then pushed me outside naked and cuffed again.  "I'll be calling you soon
Jillian, I expect you to come when called," she said sternly.

   "Yes ma'am," I said defeatedly as I walked back towards Bob's.

   I then realized the new problem immediately, I could't climb his fence
that way, I'd have to use the gate.  I walked towards it and waited for an
opening.  I could see across the street, Sam's car wasn't home yet.  There
was still some hope.  Then, I saw the two of them go back inside.  I found
out later she'd asked them to come over and help move a couch.  When they
passed by I raced into the back yard.  I climbed up the pool steps
carefully, I still had heels on.  Why I insist on being so strict with
myself sometimes bothers me but it's what makes it all turn me on so.  I
slid into the water, again, it was icy.  I nearly shrieked.  I located the
key and felt for it with my toes.  I'd have it, then I'd drop it, have it
again, then drop it again.  My toes were cramping.  I had no choice but to
continue and I finally managed to get it to stay between my toes.  I
submerged myself and brought it up to my hands, behind me.  I had it!  Then
I realized another problem.  How was I going to get out, I needed the
handrails and I had no hands!  I had to bob up and down as it was, I'm 5'
2" and the water was 4, 4 1/2 feet where the sides were.  I was in a panic,
I was in freezing water, naked and from where I was I could see Sam's car
headlights pull into his driveway. 

   "Fuck!" I screamed in my head.  I went to the handrailing and I backed
up to it, I began to walk myself up that way, backwards, using my arms to
push me up.  I got to the top and sat on the ledge.  I got my legs over the
rail, then I just started to slide down the outside of the ladder, getting
some rough scratches as I went.  The clothespins were still firmly in
place, their bouncing sent electrical jolts through my nipples with each
bounce.  I got to the ground, I took a step, my heel buried in the wet
ground, I fell forward into the grass, thank goodness it was a soft
landing. I was face down in the grass, on my knees, my hands cuffed behind
me and when I looked up I got the shock of my life.

   "What the fuck do we have here?" It was Bob and Josh.  They were staring
at me in wide wonder.

   "Oh my god," I started to gush, "I was just.....well you said I
could...and I ...." I stammered, I couldn't even find words.  He picked up
my head by my chin. 

   "First, are you all right?" He said, somewhat bemused.

   I felt my twisted ankle's soreness, but mostly the hurt was pride.

   "Yes, yes, I think so," I said.

   "Ok, then back to it, what the fuck are you doing?" He said, though not
menacingly.

   The two of them were staring.  I was on my knees, I was sobbing now, my
chest was heaving, I noticed the weight of the wet clothespins, the pain
was searing me now.

   "I was...I was just playing a little game with myself," I managed to
choke, between sobs.  "I was just...having a little fun."

   "I guess so, " laughed Bob.  "What is up with the cuffs and the nipple
things?"

   "I don't know...I just like them sometimes, you know?" I said
submissively.

   Josh hadn't said a word yet.  "Well, I guess I can tell how you ended up
naked after all," he smirked.  He reached over to the patio table and
grabbed my sundress and my french cut panties.  "That explains why you are
like this, and these were in my truck."

   I looked away from the men in shame.  I started crying anew.

   "Look, you are ok, we're ok," he said, nudging Josh, "Right Josh?"

   "Hell yeah, we're ok," laughed Josh.

   I winced in pain.  "Please let me out of these," I said, referring to my
cuffs.  They just shrugged, that's right, the key is in the mailbox. 
"Fuckkkkk," I moaned.  "At least take the clamps off, they are hurting
something fierce." I stood up and tried to walk but my ankle wouldn't allow
it and I found myself on the ground again, even worse, I fell on my chest,
the clothespins yanked violently on me when I hit.  I screamed out.

   "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease take them off," I sobbed.

   Bob looked at me with seriousness.  "Sure, no problem, but first, I want
to know how you got like this."

   I just begged with him, "Please, just take them off, they are too
painful and heavy."

   "I will, once you tell me, the minute you tell me how you got here, just
like this, I'll take them off, not a minute sooner." 

   I couldn't walk, the pain was unbearable, and they'd caught me doing the
most embarrasing thing I'd ever done, what could it hurt?  I told them.  I
lied a little (maybe a lot).  I told them about the bar, that part was the
truth.  Then I told them how I made my way back here, leaving out the parts
about Sam and Greg.  I just told them about forcing myself to stop here and
get the key.  That satisfied them for the moment.  He released the pins
from my battered nipples.  I screamed bloody murder.  I fell to the ground.
It was amazing, so painful, so embarrassing, so
humiliating...so...maddeningly exciting.

   I laid on the grass, recovering.  Josh and Bob just waited me out.  My
nipples were still on fire, but now it felt like it was spreading all over
me, but now it was a warm glow, seemingly connected directly to my pussy.

   "I just want to go, " I said.  "Help me up."

   They did.  I wobbled a few more steps then sat down on the deck chair. I
took off the shoes finally.

   "Do you want us to carry you home?" Bob asked, thoughtfully.

   That familiar hum was now deafening, everything had led me here, to
this, I was drunk on the thrill, intoxicated on the high.  Being naked
here, in front of these two rather beautiful young men, cuffed, all of my
own choosing was rendering me unable to do the right thing, the sensible
thing.  All the planning the energy I'd put into all of it was now directly
feeding my pussy.  I didn't move.

   "I said, do you want us to carry you home or can you make it, we'll walk
with you," he said, more concerned this time. 

   "Yes, please," I sighed. 

   "Is that all you need?" Bob asked, as his eyes penetrated me.

   "Sure, I'll walk, but could you do something for me first?  Could you
put the clothespins back on...I think I can take them again now." 

   They just looked at each other wide eyed.  They both reached for them,
each getting one.  Each one attached one to a nipple.  Another wonderful
jolt shot directly to my core.

   I fell back to the grass on my knees in front of both of them.  I looked
up at them and said, "are you sure you don't want something else first"?  I
said, my head not a couple feet from their crotches.

   "Fuckkkk," they both said in unison.  "Are you sure about this?" Bob
said, all while pulling down his shorts.  Josh already had his at his
ankles.

   "Um hmmm," I mumbled with a mouth full of Josh's thick, wonderful cock.
I alternated on their cocks, slowly licking and savoring both of their
beautiful dicks.  I looked up at them. 

   I said, 'The clamps are hurting me really badly." 

   Bob reached for them.  I said, "No, promise me you won't take them off
until the end, even if I beg," I said sternly.

   They both nodded dumbly.

   "Seriously, no more dick sucking for you until you promise," I said,
withholding my mouth from their cocks.

   "Fuck no, we'll not take them off till we've cum in you," Josh gasped.

   "Fuck no, not until we're through with your whore ass," Bob grunted, as
my mouth engulfed him again.  He even twisted the clothespins like a kid's
airplane, just to illustrate his point.  I nearly sank to the ground.  I
went back to their cocks, it was a blur.  The pain was driving me to make
them cum, hard.  I don't even remember who filled my mouth first but it
tasted like heaven.  Then it was the other, I don't even remember the
surroundings.  I was in a fog.  A beautiful, erotic fog.  I'd lost the
outside world, the adventure I'd planned was lost for the time being.  I
remember being carried to the patio lounger, placed on my face and then
fucked hard from behind. 

   It was Josh.  He said, "I wanted to do this to you when you were on your
knees at the bar, your ass right in front of my face."

   I said, "I know, I could feel it.  Fuck me hard, fuck me like you want
to," I moaned.  I remember feeling hands raining down on my ass in
wonderful spanks.  My nipples were being pulled and twisted by the
clothespins grotesquely as they were mashed into the cushions.  I remember
being pulled up roughly with the cuffs, jerking my arms up almost
unnaturally.  I was bent over the grill, it was still warm, though not hot.
I was fucked again, my pussy was being pounded with abandon.  This time it
was Bob.  I was lost.  My pussy was on fire, I was sopping.  I can't
remember the first time I came but I remember the shriek I let out.  I
remember them cumming in my mouth, my pussy.  I even remember one of them
trying my ass, but being too spent to complete it.  It was only then they
took the pins off my nipples.  I crumbled with a gasp in an exhausted heap
on the grass.  Both guys were laying on their patio loungers.  No one said
a word for the longest time.

   I stood up, unsteadily.  I picked up the mailbox key.  "Don't bother
getting up," I joked. 

   "Just a second," Bob said.  He took the clothespins and clamped them on
me again.  "Just for the walk home," he smiled.  I was almost jumping from
one foot to the other by now, it was just too much, plus, after I'd cum the
direct connection between the pins and my pussy was no longer direct. 

   I begged him to take them off.  Then he said, "Ok, but we both will
expect you back each Sunday." 

   After what I'd just experienced?  Was I crazy?  (perhaps) I said, "Yes,
anything, just take them offfff," I begged.

   "Don't forget the cuffs and these," he said, as he twisted off the
clothespins, which made me gasp.

   "I won't."

   They both kissed me goodbye with long deep kisses.  Their hands roamed
freely over my used body.  I broke away finally, reluctantly.

   I walked away, I left my heels behind as another souvenir.  I'd just
reached the driveway of my house when I remembered Sam.  "Son of a bitch,"
I thought.  I ran back, nude, to the mailboxes.  I opened it quickly and
turned on my netbook as I rushed towards home.  I was just inside the door,
the alarm was now off, I checked my email.  The first one was from Sam.

   It read, "That has to be the worst car wash in history, what kind of
soap was that anyway, it's all streaky.  It may even be scratched, I should
call the cops to at least write it up.  It doesn't even look like you dried
it.  This is totally unacceptable.  I expect you here, Wednesday night at 9
pm sharp to do it right, I'll have to supervise your lazy ass this time. 
Be dressed as you were.  You should expect to also provide some sort of
repayment for your ill chosen actions.  If you aren't here promptly I have
a number of friends at the club who would like to see a naked car wash, I
wonder where someone would get a video like that?  This isn't a request,
it's a demand.  I expect a reply."

   I was shaking.  I sighed in defeat.  My hands could barely type out the
reply, "Yes, sir, I'll be there promptly at 9pm 'dressed' as I was.  I will
repay you in any fashion you desire." I then hit send.  My stomach churned.
My pussy, however, throbbed. 

   I then noticed the next email, it was from Greg, of all people.  I
opened it with trepidation.

   It read, "Hi Jillian, boy, was I surprised at the pictures, and wow, I
must say, you are even hotter naked.  I'm also surprised by the offer but I
choose this picture and I have some free time on Tuesday.  Please respond,
so that I know I'm not crazy and just imagining this." 

   I looked at the attachment.  First, it was the picture of me cuffed,
hands behind, face down in the carpet, ass high. 

   "Oh fucking god," I said, my stomach tightening.

   The other attachment was the coupon.  They'd both fallen out of the pile
when I'd tried to gather them up.  I was almost sick.  Almost trancelike, I
typed out a response.

   "Ok Greg, Tuesday it is, "I'll be dressed accordingly, is 9 pm ok?" and
I hit send. 

   My front door was open.  Darla appeared.  "well, that certainly was
interesting," she laughed.  "I thought you wanted the distraction, why the
hell did you come to me if you were going to let them fuck you anyway"? 
She said jokingly.

   "I didn't, I wasn't....I wasn't planning on it, you cuffed me, that made
it hard."

   "You wanted it hard, right?" She said knowingly.

   "Yes..." I said, head lowered.  "Still, I tried my best to get out of
there..."

   "I know you did, hon, and you'd have made it too, if I hadn't sent them
back on purpose for some tools," she said with a giggle.

   My mouth shot wide open.  "Don't look so surprised Jillie, you wanted
it, you really did, you can't deny that.  I'm a woman too, you don't think
I could tell what you needed?"

   I nodded softly, "but you don't know what you did," I said, "now I am on
the hook....to everybody...including you."

   "And isn't that also what you really, truly wanted?" She said cooly.

   I started to protest.  I stopped.  I wasn't even sure of the answer.