{Hi, I'm Victoria the oral, bondage, humiliation slut. This is part two of Victoria Returns. Best to catch up with the previous episode where I sucked three guys off and did a self bondage dare. I ended up fucking another one of the pizza guys, Larry, from my regular place for getting caught.}
The problem with doing something so dirty and so thrilling like I did in my previous story, is that before I physically recover, my mind and psyche already want more. I'm always hoping for that "next thing," that next thrill. My horniness tends to get me in trouble, though often in a good way.
I often have to fight the urges I have. I'm a cocksucker and I love humiliation. I love it more than anything in the world and I have to fight just calling up the pizza place to get my "fix." Then there's my neighbor, Georg (no "e," European spelling). On the other night I sucked three cocks, then fucked Larry, I knew Georg was listening in. I do tend to get loud with my moaning. Then, I purposely vibrated myself to numerous orgasms in the living room, even though I knew he was probably watching through the crack in the door. As I've described before, he's Greek, he's fat, hairy and sweaty. I call him Super Mario, because of his resemblance to the Nintendo character.
Because I was so excited from what I'd done I was in a constant state of horniness which would last until the next adventure. As I've said before, the LAST thing I want to do, intellectually, is suck that guy off. It's gross just thinking about it. My problem, though, is that I love the thrill, the humiliation of HAVING to do it. I'd managed my lust to that point, thankfully. I hadn't been on my knees for him. I truly wanted to keep it like that but in the back of my head, I feared that I couldn't control myself, that I'd end up doing just that. In order to combat that, I needed something else, to satiate my lust.
I'm also a slave to creative use. I knew I could just continue to call "my" pizza place and service the delivery guys, including Larry and Cam. Cam was fully aware of my activities and now has become my "go to" guy when I need a guy for part of my plan or for protection. The shop had delivered to my apartment so often the guys stopped even bringing the pizza. It was an embarrassing thing to realize, after about the third time. It was just as well, though. I didn't eat pizza, I wanted to stay fit for my play activities. I could do that, I just wanted something...else. Something more embarrassing.
I still do love teasing, though. I had stopped closing the door between apartments. Georg always liked it cracked open, for obvious reasons. I had started wearing sexy underwear and I pranced around when I knew he was looking. I even walked around naked on occasion, when I was particularly horny. I knew he knew every inch of my body. Plus, whenever we talked, face to face, his face was fixated on my tits, I rarely saw his eyes. I jokingly told myself I should just tell him to cut a big hole in the wall between apartments and install a one way mirror to get better viewing. I was getting myself worked up about all the teasing, too. I had to do something or else this guy was going to get something he shouldn't. I was like Pavlov's dog, I was now getting wet just from any contact with him, just because of so many things I'd done, in connection with him.
Whatever it was It needed to be big. I went back through some of my favorite old stories about self bondage and danger and I began to formulate a plan.
I had plenty of party requests, it was Halloween, after all. But, I wanted something different. I'd already done the Halloween party "thing," last time. Oh, I picked up one interesting tidbit from Larry the other night. Turns out they have a private office at the pizza shop and on the wall of they have pictures of women. They call it the "slut wall."
The guys collect pictures for their wall. Most of it is taken up by pictures of women in sexy Halloween costumes. When they delivered to a woman wearing such an outfit they'd ask if she wants to get into their private Halloween contest, sexiest costume of the night. The winner got free pizza for a month.
However, there was also a "Hall of Fame," part of the wall of women who did more than tease. Larry said they were women who had pleased them, like I had. He said they "only" had three of those kind of pictures. He also said that they blurred out the women's faces. I was surprised there were more women out there like me. He told me that I was on the wall, but it was a picture of me, tied up, from behind. My face couldn't be seen. Cam must've taken it from one of the first times I called them.
I had costumes from previous years still in my closet. I knew part of my game was that I had to try to win the costume contest, or at the very least, get my picture, post blowjob.
I knew Larry and Cam had already seen the slave princess thing. I had a better one, from years back. It was Minnie Mouse. Not sexy? It was, the way I wore it. It had cute mouse ears with a red polka dot bow. I had a red skin tight tube top with cute white mouse ear designs all over it. I had Lycra bottoms with black in the center and the same red and white pattern as stripes on the side. I'd bought it when I was 18 and now that I'm 21 I've filled in a little (guys seem to love it!) but it meant that it was now totally form fitting and was short enough the bottom of my ass cheeks would hang out. There were black suspenders that hooked from the sides of my waist going up around my tits, centering them nicely, all the way up to form straps at my shoulders. I had over the knee white socks with cute red and black garters. I capped it off with my sexiest red high heels. I didn't wear a stitch of underwear, the things were so stretchy and tight, all the lines would show. In the mirror I could see everything, my nipples jutting out, and the shape of my pussy lips.
I'd been invited to Deke's apartment, no doubt because of my past with the guys there, especially the last time. Also, I heard through Cam that the pizza shop was fully expecting something from me on this Halloween night.
I wanted all that, of course. but I wanted something else, something exciting. I wanted it to be thrilling, even "dangerous." I don't mean dangerous like I could get killed or hurt, but dangerous like I could end up getting banged, good and hard. I had an idea. It was the type I'd read before in one of my favorite author's stories. There was a bridge over our river. There are ferries that run back and forth from one side to the other. It was meant for tourists, but most often they end up being kind of "party boats" that carry drunks from the bars on one side of the river, to the other. It was perfect for my idea.
The bridge is maybe a half mile long. Walking to the middle of it would take less than ten minutes and if running, half that. I'm no runner, however, but I knew I could, if motivated. I drove to it early in the morning on Friday. I walked out to the middle with a bag. Inside the bag was a handcuff key. Once I reached the middle I placed the bag under the edge of the bridge and I taped the bag to the bridge, out of sight. I had the sudden scary thought about what would happen if the duct tape failed. "Oh well," I thought. "That just adds to the thrill." I walked back to my car. I jogged a few times, just to see how long it took me. The plan was set.
I needed a safety net. I'd never been gang banged, I wasn't planning on starting, though because of the thrill I need in the chance of "getting caught," it was still possible. My safety net was Cam, the pizza guy. As usual, he was all for it, knowing he'd get something at the end as a reward.
The plan was this. Cam would drive me to the bridge on one side. He'd fasten on my leg cuffs (and old present from Jessica, my old friend and domme). They gave me just a little bit of slack so that I'd have to walk in a shuffle. Then, he'd drive to the other side and wait. I then would handcuff my hands. I had to walk the bridge, stripping along the way until I got to the middle. I had a task to do before I would get my key. Then I'd get the key and try to make it to Cam on the other side. Not so hard, right?
Here's the issue. The ferries run back and forth all night. There's two of them. When one is on one side, the other is across the river. They usually cross in the middle. I was going to have to sneak, naked, to the middle of the bridge. To make the game "interesting" I had to time it so that when I got to the key, I had to at least wait and exhibit myself to the boat that was passing by. I had an idea of how to display myself there. If I timed it right, both boats would be passing by at the same time.
Once they saw me, I'd have to get the key, unlock myself and run. Why run? Because there was always one ferry coming or going. Even if I flashed the one heading away from the shore with Cam, the OTHER one would be coming the other way. The piers on both sides were just yards from the end of the bridge. If I didn't make it there might be quite a number of drunk, horny guys waiting for me at the end of the bridge. It was dangerous, it was thrilling. I know Cam would be there but that didn't rule out the risk entirely.
Cam licked his lips when he saw me in my overly tight, stretchy Minnie costume. He especially loves my ass, and in this, there was almost nothing hidden. I told him my plan and as expected, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. Still, to his credit, and probably due to his own horniness, he didn't protest. He drove us to the bridge. It was after dark. Most parties were in full swing.
I stepped out and felt the cool night air. I knew its crispness would just add to the excitement level my nipples were already displaying. Cam smiled and he fastened the leg cuffs on me. It was basically two leather cuffs, attached with a short leather strap. He grinned and felt me up before he broke away reluctantly.
"See you on the other side...hopefully," he chuckled.
I locked the handcuffs on me. Normally, I love having my hands bound behind me, but since I had to remove clothing and get the key I needed to be able to use my hands so I had them cuffed in front of me. I had to take a long, deep breath as I saw Cam's taillights get smaller as he crossed the bridge. It was done, the only way to get to safety was to make it across. If I didn't fulfill all my tasks completely or had to "cheat" (more on that later), I had a penalty to pay. I always make myself play the game within the rules. The penalties are often tougher than the game itself.
