C 086

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

"But Judy... it's just a junk yard," my Dad argued.

"Dad, we shouldn't be arguing about this," I rebutted. "First of all, your doctor says that arguing is bad for your health, and you should just be taking it easy. And second of all, it's due to your declining health that I dropped the job that I'd had for a year in that other city to move back home here and take over the family business. And by the way, I can see why you like to call it a junk yard, because everything is just dumped everywhere, willy-nilly. It's called a 'metal recycling yard' and its difficult to perform that task if no one knows where anything is."

"But a computer? And some sort of sheet?" he inquired.

"Yes, Dad. You appointed me as the yard manager, so I'm going to use my computer to create what are called spreadsheets to bring some order to the yard."

"Is that why you put those big signs up?"

"Yes, Dad. I want to organize the space into clearly marked 'zones' so we can start sorting the stock. Up until now, loads can in and were just dumped anywhere. Now we'll carefully sort loads into my zones. So far the most obvious ones are 'Zone C' for the cars, 'Zone T' for the trucks, 'Zone A' for aluminum, and finally "Zone M' for mixed random metals. We take in almost anything metal, but this sorting will provide room for improvement of knowledge of the stock."

"And just how will that help?" he asked, curious now.

"In my spreadsheets it will show the model and year of the car or the truck and some notes about what is missing. So if a client wants to know if we have a fender, door or even a windshield for a '78 Chevy, we'll know right away."

"And how will that stuff get sorted in the first place?" he wanted to know.

"The current crew has a lot of slack time. I'll give them clipboards with tear sheets so they can start moving items from the main piles to these new appointed areas and note what they find available. If items are too damaged to be usable, they go to the mixed random metals area, and maybe we'll learn it'll be more efficient to even subdivide that area to send lots for smelting if enough piles up. I'll be entering the information into the spreadsheets. Over the long term, this will save us time, like when we know we want to ship out a load of aluminum out for smelting." He just shook his head, a little incredulous, but he stopped arguing.

The crew was actually pleased to have something to do, and glad to see some order finally coming into focus as they worked. I was busy figuring out the best way to record our information in a sort of shorthand. Over time things started to take shape -- so much so that I had to hire another person just to help keep the spreadsheets updated. After interviewing a few people with computer skills, I hired a young woman about my age. Her name was Sue, and she was nice looking and had a good personality, so we got along great. She caught on about the system I was using, and soon was very good on the computer, keeping it up to date so that things could be found.

It wasn't very long before, elated, I noticed our profits were up 15 present and the yard really started to look orderly. My Dad was surprised, and happy.

Early in Spring, a flatbed came in with a local cop car, designated 'C-086' appeared at our gates. The car's engine had seized and was officially retired from the streets. Curious, I went out to look at it. The car's body was OK, but it was stripped of its equipment, like its radio and the roof light bar.

It didn't come with any keys since its engine was useless, but I wanted to make sure there was nothing in the trunk. I had the car moved to 'Zone C' where it was unloaded from the flatbed. "The crew can take their time here with good old C-086," I mumbled quietly. "I'll have them dismount the engine and drain its fluids so we can see what scrap metal it might yield. Now what might we have back here?" I released the trunk latch and checked out its compartment. The trunk looked pretty barren, with the spare tire and jack equipment already removed.

However, I noticed there was a gap between the trunk floor and the body of the car. "I wonder if anything got overlooked>" I asked myself. I searched the gap on one side and found an old rag. In the other side, my gloved hand hit an object and I managed after a bit of effort to pull it out. It was leather case, about the size of a large book. I unzipped it and inside it I found a set of handcuffs and leg cuffs with their keys. I smiled, knowing the car and anything inside it was officially signed off as scrap. So this leather case and its contents were now mine.

I realized it was getting late so I closed the case and the trunk. Looking around, I quickly headed toward the office with my prize, storing it in my car so I could examine it more closely at home later. Sue was just about ready to leave, so I ask, "Hey, would you like to come over for a movie and pizza tonight?" This wasn't too unusual a request. We'd actually found that we liked each other's company in the evenings. Sometimes we met at her house, and sometimes at mine.

Smiling, Sue said, "Sure, that sounds like a fun way to unwind tonight. See you around 7:30."

Later, we watched an old movie and had a nice talk. She was laughing at something we were discussing, and unconsciously twirling her finger in her hair. For the last several weeks, I'd been becoming more and more attracted to Sue. We'd been discussing our tastes in movies, food, clothing, interior design, and even how much clutter we can tolerate. In many ways, we seemed so compatible, and even her scent was fantastically enticing, which made me always want to sit next to her so close that our shoulders practically touched. But on this night, I got an even better look at Sue, finding her even more attractive than I'd realized.

Consequently, as we were relaxing after the movie, I asked her if she wanted to see something I'd found that day. I retrieved the leather case that I'd moved earlier from my car to the hall closet and handed it to her. She unzipped it and her eyes grew wide as she tilted the case.

The cuffs tumbled out and landed in her lap. She giggled and started to play with the cuffs, then wisely checked to see if the keys worked. I watched as she put the cuffs on her wrists, clicking them until they were snug. I saw her smile as she explained, "These remind me of a guy I knew that liked to play such games." She was cuffed with her wrists in front of her body, walking around while pulling and twisting to escape the cuffs, but having no success. She commented, "Wow! This makes me feel really helpless." Then she smiled, like she was remembering something.

After a while she asked, "Will you please release me?" Nodding, I helped her. She then said, "OK, now it's your turn, Judy," while holding out the handcuffs. Playfully, I closed the cuff on one wrist. I was about to close the other cuff on my free wrist when Sue interrupted me. "You should try them behind your back. That's more fun." She moved behind me and cuffed my other hand. The cuff was closed snug on my wrist and she then closed the first cuff a little tighter.

The moment she did that, a tingle ran thru me. It gave me a strange feeling that made me blush a deep red color. Sue came very close to me, our breasts touching. "I've had my eye on you from day one and wondered how much fun it would be to have you as my slave, Judy. Now look at you. You're helpless and in my power." She then went to the coffee table and picked up the leg cuffs. Pulling me over to the couch, she made me sit in the middle. Lifting my left foot, she closed the leg cuff on it. Kneeling on the floor to look under the couch, she passed the other cuff under and around the sofa center support, then closed the cuff on my free ankle. I was trapped!

She sat next to me, very, very close. First, I felt her breath on my face. Mere moments later, she unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it wide open. I sat, shocked and a little breathless. Sue remarked, "You need to get some sexy bras, woman! This one that you're wearing looks like one that my mother would wear. Very boring." Her finger traced slowly across my chest, followed by her kissing me just above each breast. I was a little scared, but also extremely excited! I felt -- and smelled -- myself getting wet.

Next, Sue pulled my blouse back off my shoulders and pushed it's its material down my arms to the cuffs. Stopping with me exposed like that, she stood up and left me there. She asked, "Do you have any scissors?" I intuited from her earlier remark why she was asking, and in a daze of building lust, I told her where they were. Fetching them, she cut my bra off and tossed it aside. By now, I was leaning back and breathing hard. My legs were spread as far as my skirt would allow and I was amazingly turned on, knowing that Sue was looking at my naked tits!

She knelt between my legs to bring her head to the level of my chest. That made it easy for her to suck and lick my nipples until they ached because they were so swollen and hard I was wet to the point that I vaguely worried what my wetness was doing to my skirt and the sofa. There were sounds in the room, and I realized I was moaning from her oral attack on my breasts. My legs kept shaking and moving but the cuffs prevented most of my ability to move, and I found that it just added to my excitement.

All too soon, as far as I was concerned, she leaned back and smiled. "Now for the real fun," she stated. She began pushing my skirt up my thighs. Without being told, I even helped as much as I could by lifting my butt off the cushion. When my skirt was bunched up around my waist, Sue again scolded me. "My goodness, Judy! Your panties are just so drab and uninviting! They have to go!"

Taking the scissors, she cut my panties off of me. Holding them up like some salacious trophy, she held them to her nose, inhaling my juices and then even licking them. I was open-mouthed, mesmerized by that sexy sight. She pulled me forward, which forced my legs wider apart.

As I watched, her head dipped down and disappeared between my legs. In moments, I felt her mouth at my pussy lips, teasing them. I almost came but just managed to hold back. I could tell that my aroma was thicker in the room as she pried me open. The sounds she made as she licked me pushed me careening over the edge. Even with my teeth gritting, I could no longer hold back, and I came hard! Sue was quickly aware of what had just happened, so she scooped my juices in her hand and rubbed them over my naked breasts and under my nose.

I was breathing hard which, with my bouncing tits on display, added to my humiliation and excitement. Her hands were busy finger fucking me, until I came again! The intensity this time was such that I thought I might faint from the flood of sensation.

Sue asked, "Do you have any sex toys?" I was so out of it, that I couldn't focus to answer her. Determined to get an answer, she squeezed my nipples hard as she repeated the question!

That worked! Yelping, I told her, "Yes! I have some in my bed stand in my bedroom!"

I was so worn out that I offered no resistance as she removed the cuff on one of my ankles briefly to free me from the sofa, and after cuffing my ankle again, led me up to my bed room. She held a glass to my lips to gave me a drink of water, then removed my skirt and tossed it aside. She opened the handcuffs only long enough to remove my blouse, which ended up on the floor. She laid me face down on my bed. Pulling my ankles up by the chain, she interlocked the leg chains with the handcuff chains before applying the handcuff back on my free wrist. The two sets of cuffs forced me into a hogtie, and she rolled me onto my side.

When I was secured, she began taking her clothes off. That action drew my attention, snapping me out of my daze. I licked my lips as I saw her breasts come into view. Almost like a practiced stripper, she gave me a view of her butt as she uncovered it, bending all the way over to step free from her clothes. That gave me a look at her butt hole and a sneak preview of her pussy lips. Then she turned around and gave me a full frontal view of her nudity. I admired the view, beginning to drool because she had a lovely body.

"Sue, please put a towel under my hips to prevent me from getting the bed wet or stained," I begged. I was helpless and in her power, and, thinking about it, I was getting thrilled. "This is so similar to my fantasy from when I was in college, daydreaming and lusting about the tall girl in my class that all the girls wanted to be with," I thought, mentally grinning.

Sue kissed me and ran her hands over my helpless body. She seemingly explored and touched every inch of my exposed skin and paid special attention to my nipples and cunt. I was in heaven -- extremely turned on and didn't care what she did to me. I moaned and whimpered with delight. My juices felt like they were pouring out of me, streaming over my lower thigh into the towel. "My, my, my... what a juicy pussy you have, Judy," she commented. From the heat on my cheeks, I feel I must've blushed scarlet, but I couldn't deny what she was seeing with her own eyes. Then she turned me from my side onto my tummy, still in the hogtie position.

Still very helpless, I watched as she climbed on the bed and sat in front of me with her legs on either side of my head. Licking my lips as I stared at her pussy, I was hoping she'd scoot forward a little and press her pussy to my mouth. Suddenly, she jumped up off the bed and left the room. I wondered if I'd done something wrong and disappointed her. "Should I have immediately begged to eat her pussy for her?" I wondered. But then I could hear her downstairs and from the sounds, I could tell she was looking for something.

A few minutes later I could hear her climbing back up the stairs and wondered what she was looking for, and if she'd found it. I soon learned that she had. She came in, got on the bed and positioned herself in front of me, saying, "OK, Judy. Lick and eat my pussy." She slid her hips forward a little and her pussy was right next to my mouth. Still a little confused as to why she'd left the room, I gave her pussy lips a halfhearted lick. At once, I felt a sharp slap on my ass! That took me by surprise, making me yelp with pain. Looking around, out of the corner of my eye, I saw she'd found the yardstick that I use to measure cloth when I sew. It was a good one, thick and not flimsy. It was old, well made, and meant to last.

I started licking and eating her pussy in earnest. If I slowed down or didn't please her she slapped my ass again, keeping me focused on the task. I found this very erotic and, to be honest, from time to time I'd slow down on purpose, just to feel her paddling my ass. It was a bit strange, I admit, acting as if I had to be forced to do something that I was eager to do. I think Sue caught on too, because sometimes she giggled as I deliberately slowed, almost begging to feel the yardstick on my ass.

But finally, we were both caught up in the sensations of my focused cunnilingus. Sue made all kinds of sounds as I licked, kissed, sucked and swallowed. I really enjoyed the taste of the juices she was feeding me, and I found myself glowingly pleased that she enjoyed my attention. She finely came. And when I say 'came' that word seems too tame for what happened. Her pussy virtually exploded in my mouth and over my face with her fragrant essence. When she was enjoying the afterglow, she rested her hand on my head saying, "You're a good girl." My lower face was covered in her juices and I rested my head on her pussy. Her aroma filled my nostrils and I soon fell asleep right like that.

That was Friday night and Sue kept me naked and helpless until Sunday morning, but not always in a hogtie, thank goodness. Let me just say that I got accustomed to the feel of handcuffs and shackles at various times. Sue also taught me how to make her cum with my fingers, or my mouth, or even my feet! Using my fingers or my mouth was rather instinctive, so I had no trouble with those. For my first attempt at using my foot, she had me wear a silk stocking. Then she sat with her thighs wide apart, and had me rub her pussy with my foot, softly and sensuously. My leg got a little tired, but it was very gratifying when she finally came and anointed my foot wetly.

Sue used some of my toys on me. I found out that the situation was quite different when another person applied my nipple clamps, and decided exactly where and how long I'd wear them. She also made good use of my vibrator, making me simmer on the edge of orgasm, but stopping the simulation just before I was about to climax. She tormented me like that for hours. Finding my ping-pong paddle, she gleefully paddled my naked butt with it, holding me down across her knees. She was careful to only redden my butt cheeks, never bruising them. We were both so turned on by this, with our pussies oozing musky juices whose scents blended in our nostrils, that we both managed to cum from this act. And then she dropped the paddle, and fingered me with several fingers as I stayed draped across her knees, until I shrieked out loud thrashing from a massive climax!

Speaking about my toys, I didn't have all that many at this point. As a side note, over the next few months the two of us were open to the concept of buying a few new toys. A powerful vibrator that plugged into the wall solved our problem of having vibrator batteries dying on us at crucial moments. We looked into butt plugs and decided to get the inflatable kind. We bought two, so Sue and I could both experience them. And for me, the most interesting of our new purchases was a flogger. Sue quickly became skilled in using it on me! It stung while she was striking me with it, but it reddened my skin nicely, warming it and making it more sensitive to things like fingers, tongue, and lips. We developed signals that helped communicate our needs to each other, so if Sue felt she had a need to flog me, I was happy to offer my back, butt, legs, and even my tits as her target. But I had to really be turned on to ask for her to try using it on my pussy. She was very careful with it, and I trusted her.

But at one point during this, our very first weekend of play together, Sue put a pillow on the floor next to the wall, and commanded, "Do a head stand here with your legs up against the wall. Don't worry... once you flip them up, I'll catch them and help hold you against the wall." It took me two tries to get the right thrust of my legs to do a headstand, and Sue did grab my thighs, pinning them against the wall, supporting me. But of course she held my thighs apart in that position. And then lowered her face to my pussy, using wondrous cunnilingus skills to make me cum like that. My juices welled up in my upside down pussy, and she sipped at them, swallowing. Some of her sipping included my clit, so even more juices arose as I experienced multiple orgasms in that weirdly inverted state.

I was also very impressed by her ingenious use of her feet to make me cum. With some rope, she tied me naked and spreadeagled on my bed. Thank goodness her toenails were cut short and smooth! First she used her fingers to pull my pussy lips wide open. By now, I enjoyed being her fuck toy so much that I was in a virtually constant state of arousal. Therefore, she anointed her toes with what I was leaking, and then, as near as I could tell, managed to work at least 4 or maybe even all 5 of her toes into my pussy. She wiggled them inside me by small movements of flexing and relaxing -- what a bizarre sensation. But then her other bare foot pressed against my mound and rubbed gently. And gradually that foot moved a little lower and massaged itself against my now throbbing and straining clit! I sort of saw stars as I came from that. And she skillfully prolonged my orgasm until I begged her to stop and left me catch my breath!