{Victoria's Self Bondage games- part two, please read part one for context}
Jessica said, "know what would've been cool?"
"What?" I asked, sipping my coffee. We were both in a coffee shop near both our workplaces.
"If there was a video of what you did with that last pizza guy."
I nearly spit out my coffee. "Oh my god, Jess, that's exactly what I was thinking when I was wriggling around on the concrete floor trying to get out of those damned ties. I was thinking how it must look and at some point during the episode I thought about how great it would be if you were filming it. For OUR viewing pleasure later."
"Heh, great minds," she laughed. "No, really though. Think of how much dumb porn there is out there. That kind of thing would be pure gold to people. A real, sexy woman, doing real things. We could make a fortune on your lustful habits," she smiled.
"I know, but porn? Really?" I said dismissively.
"THINK about it," she said strongly. "You are doing this shit anyway. You aren't showing off or sucking or even fucking someone that you weren't going to anyway. All we'd be doing is filming it and reaping the benefits. For you, it's a win win, you get the kind of sex you want, AND we get money off of it."
"I wouldn't even know how to go about selling that kind of stuff."
"It's easy, you set up a blog or site, you give some free samples to some similar sites, they mention you, you build your own clientele. It happens all the time. It can even be live streamed."
"You're serious about this," I said in shock. She certainly was taking interest in my new habits.
"I was just thinking about it," she admitted. "I honestly can't think of a downside. Like the other day, when you did the thing with Cam, the pizza guy, and you had the blinds completely open? ANYONE could've seen you. How could this be any worse, really? Then there's the money on top of it. Finally, there's the exhibition angle, you'd be showing yourself off to tons of new people, that gets you off, right?"
"Yeah, kind of, usually. Not sure how much that would, though. DOING the stuff that's being filmed, sure, that'll make me hotter than a firecracker."
"That's my point, sweetie," she offered. "You are still getting off the exact same way, WITH the added benefits. You can't say you are happy "just getting by" on a part-time secretary's pay. Didn't your dad say he was done paying for college, too?"
"Yeah, they are struggling. I told him I could make it. I have loans, a scholarship and the job thing. It IS tough, though."
"Exactly, and here is an opportunity to get that hot, lusty pussy all it wants, while getting your loans and your bills paid."
"It DOES sound...intriguing," I admitted. " You are right about one thing, I'd be doing the stuff for free anyway."
"I'll look into it," she grinned. "My boyfriend knows all the internet "tricks" he'll be happy to help.
"Oh god," I said. "Steve is going to know about this too?"
"Someone has to set this up," she said. "It's not like he hasn't seen pretty much all of you already, your tits are out at every party," she laughed.
"But this...is sooo much different."
"It is, but you have to trust somebody, might as well be someone you know well."
"We'll have to pay him," I added.
She nodded. "I'm sure we can work something out," she grinned slyly.
It all happened so quickly. One day she brought up the idea, a week later Steve has a site set up called, "Tori's carnal adventures." I HATE the name Tori but he silenced me when he said, "do you want me to use your REAL name? I used Tori as in, Vic TORI a." I had to agree. Jess took tons of nude pictures of me to post.
The next night, Jessica and I were talking. I was lazing around my apartment in just panties and bra. She had come over, bringing lattes. She was fully dressed, having come from work.
"This won't do," she huffed as she saw my blinds closed. "Keep them open...for advertising," she chuckled. She didn't allow me to go change. In fact, after we were halfway through our lattes she said, "take off the bra, let those tits out."
I hesitated only a moment before removing the bra and handing it to her. "I think we need to make a rule about no bras," she said thoughtfully. "I'm thinking we will invite more action that way. We need to be ready at a moment's notice."
There was no doubt about that, when my tits are free they are most certainly noticeable. Then she turned the conversation to the website. "We've been up a couple days, a couple of random people have clicked on it and they "liked" your pictures, but there's nothing on there to sell, yet."
"I know, I just can't think of my next game yet and I'm SO fucking horny about it, too."
"You always are, dear," she said dryly.
"I know, but not like THIS," I said. "That last thing with Cam has got me constantly hot and bothered. That's what I call the naughty triad for me, exhibition, bondage, and cock sucking."
"You do love sucking cock. Remember that party at the frat?"
"How could I not?" I said with a knowing grin.
"How many cocks did you suck that night, anyway?"
"Just two!" I said, playfully slapping her arm. "Well, then there was the guy the next morning...," I added.
"Yes, and the two other guys from that party you later dated and gave head to, so it's more like five," she laughed.
"Not at once!" I protested. I stopped and lowered my eyes. "I do think about that fantasy a lot though," I admitted.
"The blow bang thing?" She asked.
"Yessss," I said in lustful thought.
"See, you are constantly horny now, which is why I think I have an idea for the first addition to your site."
"What?" I asked in surprise.
"First, we have to break you of this shyness. You are a porn star now. You have to be ready however and whenever we can make it happen. Second, I know a lot of this may be repetitive to you but it won't be to the viewer, and soon enough we'll be on to new things.
"Ok?" I asked.
"So how about filming a pizza dare episode tonight?" She asked.
"I don't know, I did that one already," I said with hesitation.
"Right, but people on our site will not have seen it yet, and, sorry to disappoint you, but there's going to be a lot of repetition here. Sex, sex, sex, and more sex. I don't really see the problem, you are horny, willing, and I have a camera."
"But what about my triad fantasies? How can I include all that?"
We talked at length about it, nothing seemed to click. It just rehashed what I did with Cam. I couldn't think of a way to make it anything other than trying to fight my way out of bondage before a certain time elapsed. I'd read things about people freezing keys in ice cubes or putting wax under flame, giving it a time frame. But, I really had no idea how long things took to melt.
Finally, Jessica said, "why does it have to be that? Why can't you just do the bondage and exhibition and wing the rest?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who says you have to get out of bondage before someone sees you?" She saw the questioning look in my eyes. "What if your hands were tied behind you, say you were topless, in panties and the guy opened the door to find you like that?"
"How is that a game, then?" I asked, honestly wanting to know the answer.
"The game would be, you'd have to convince him to let you out."
"Wouldn't that be too easy?" I wondered. "Wouldn't most guys just untie me and that'd be it?"
"Maybe, but maybe you underestimate what guys are capable of. My thought is this. I've got some real nice handcuffs. Unfortunately, Steve doesn't like that "game" as much as we do. So, I cuff your hands behind you. You are topless, like I said, we really have to get those tits out more, they are easily your best selling point, at least at the start," she said admiringly.
"Then?"
"Ok, so bear with me. We call a place. It doesn't have to be pizza, but let's say it is. He arrives, you obviously can't open the door, you tell him to come in. He sees you like that, helpless."
"Oh god," I sighed at the thought. A familiar twinge came from below.
"Right, but there's two of your things right there, you are exposing yourself to a complete stranger AND you are bound. So here's the fun part, I think. You and I can make up a story, like your boyfriend cuffed you like that and hid the key outside. That way, it's believable why you couldn't just go outside like that and get it yourself. We'd do it in the daytime, there's enough walkby traffic in front of your place that he'd be able to tell that it wouldn't be realistic for you to get it. We could say that he hid it in your car. No way would you be able to get that far and back without being seen."
"Wow, that's good," I admitted.
"Right, so you ask him to get it and I film the whole thing."
"But again, what if he just lets me out?"
"He might. But. consider the atmosphere it is going to create. That body, that hot, rocking body out for him to see, a lot of stuff could happen. Wouldn't it be thrilling not really knowing if you'll get off easy or not?" She then laughed at her unintended use of the words, "get off."
"Wow," I said again. "That definitely might work, and it's within the realm of possibility that he'd believe the setup. But wait, why am I calling a pizza guy instead of someone like you, a friend?"
"Would you want your friends to know your kink? Think about it, in some ways it's actually less embarrassing that a stranger finds out, while at the same time being more humiliating...do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"So if he asks why I'm standing there cuffed, tits out, I say it's because it's too embarrassing to call my friends because I don't want any of them to see me like that?"
"Exactly."
"Nice," I hissed. "You'll be filming the whole time?"
"Yes, I'm going to set something up through your bookshelf in the den. That way I get better footage, it can be completely dark in there and he won't see me if he gets into the kitchen. She was a master of cameras and such, she worked at a store that sells mostly electronics.
