See her standing there, at the corner of Second and Hanlon, waiting to cross Second and follow Hanlon all the way back to her modest apartment. Shoes, black, with a low heel and quite fashionable, bought at Payless at 50% off. Skirt, black, knee length—standard issue for waitresses at the Fandango, showing off the nicely trimmed figure of a girl who is on her feet most of the day. Blouse, white, also standard issue, and filled out quite thoroughly by the swell of her breasts. The top three buttons had been undone, a proven method of loosening the bills from the male wallet. Silky black hair flowed halfway down her back. Face? Beautiful. Not beautiful the way a sunrise in the Himalayas is beautiful, unknowable and unattainable; rather, in the way of the most perfect lily growing by a creek in the woods: an ordinary miracle.
Lily was her name, as a matter of fact. Her cheeks were round in a way that bothered her, because in her mind at least, they were partly responsible for the label of "cute" rather than "beautiful". That, she supposed, and her height: five feet and five inches. See her walking down the tree-shaded sidewalk, striking blue eyes filled with anticipation, every movement an expression of boundless energy. Tonight, she thought, tonight was the night.
Beneath her uniform lay a completely different story: a slightly padded bra, and beneath
that
two nipples adorned with thick, one-inch nipple rings. Her clit carried a slightly smaller ring—not the hood, but the clit itself, which forced it out from under the hood's protection. It had been teasing her all day, and now she was really worked up.
The extra bounce in her step gave her ring an extra pull she loved. It was never enough to get her off, but it was a great tease. She couldn't imagine wearing it every day, of course. She'd go mad! but this was a special occasion. She smiled as she remembered when she had done the piercings. She'd bought everything online—no way was she going to expose herself to a piercer! She'd felt so slutty, sticking the needles into her most sensitive areas. It was such a turn-on. But she'd just die if someone else found out about her...special needs.
When she got back to the apartment the lights were off, and Susan's car wasn't in the driveway. So her roommate was gone for the weekend already. Thank God. That girl was a nightmare. She and her friends seemed to get a sadistic thrill from putting other people down. At twenty years old and just starting out, a roommate was nearly a necessity, unfortunately. Lily planned to move just as soon as the lease was up. But enough about that.
Locking the door behind her, she immediately began shedding clothing. She had already decided that there would be no clothing this weekend. Well, no regular clothing. Shivers ran down her spine; she was naked. Naked in the living room, rings dangling freely. It might seem like a small thing, being naked in your own house. But not to Lily. Just the thought that her roommate might walk in excited her to no end. Walk in and see her heavy rings—or even worse, what she was about to do! Of course, she wouldn't, but she
could
, and that was the point.
It was time to play. She pulled a plastic box out from her closet. This was her "toy box", where she kept all her, well, special toys. She laid an assortment of items on the bed, thinking of the excitement to come. Cuffs for her wrists and ankles—steel, not leather, but lined with rubber on the inside. Steel collar. Red rubber ball gag. Steel chain—two one-foot lengths, one three-foot length. A three-foot spreader bar. And then there were the really special boxes.
From the large one she pulled her favorite toy, by far—the chastity belt. Custom made and expensive as hell, but worth every penny. She'd read about many women who could get a finger inside the belt to get some pleasure. She could not. Whether by design, her anatomy, or simple luck, she had never found a way to give herself an orgasm while wearing the belt. And oh, she had tried. One time, she had been brave enough to hide the key at work Saturday morning, and her shift had been rescheduled. She had not been able to retrieve it until Monday night. Nearly three days in the belt and she had been almost insane with lust. She'd tried everything to get into the belt, everything! Her orgasm Monday night had been spectacular. But she never again tried to go so long in the belt. Usually she wore it for a few hours, or maybe overnight.
The trouble is, she had another turn-on. She liked an element of risk. The cuffs were metal because she didn't want to be able to just cut them off or have them cut off if something went wrong. Ditto the collar. The chastity belt was steel because she didn't want to be able to just remove it if things got too bad. She needed the possibility of being caught, discovered, trapped. She always took care that the risk wasn't too high. Her imagination took care of the rest.
Lily lay on the bed, staring at the chastity belt and tugging her piercings. God, she had so many good times in that belt. Well, maybe not good times
in
the belt, but certainly afterward! She loved going to the mall or the supermarket with the belt underneath, the feeling that everyone was looking at her, everyone
knew
what she was wearing. And always, she wore her heaviest clit ring, allowing it to tease her relentlessly the entire time. Her fingers tortured her now, reaching for her vibrator and turning it to its lowest setting. They dragged it over her clit, tapped it, anything to bring her close to the edge. So close, so close...
She jumped up so suddenly she even surprised herself. Quickly, before she could think about it she shoved the vibrator inside her and fitted the chastity belt around her waist. But she didn't lock it. Now was the special part, the part she'd been waiting for since they had arrived in the mail two days ago. She pulled out a package containing four locks, all colored bright red—the color of danger. It had taken her ages to find them online. To look at them, they were nothing special, just regular padlocks. Until you saw the bottom. Where most padlocks had a keyhole, these locks were solid metal. Once they were closed, they were done. Locked. Permanently.
The thought made her shiver. Of course, she would never dream of actually closing one of the terrifying locks on her chastity belt, or anywhere else for that matter. It would be more than symbolic; the locking post was built to shield the hasp from bolt cutters and the like. She'd be stuck. But then, that's what made it so exciting. With trembling fingers and bated breath, she very carefully slid the hasp and twisted the lock in place. Just one push, she told herself. One squeeze she she'd be a horny mess for the rest of her life. Completely unable to cum, ever.
She felt like just ripping the belt right off, but that would spoil the game. Instead, she dropped the key to her locks (all of which were keyed alike) into her timer box and set it for three hours. By then it would be nine o'clock, and she would be more than ready for her relief. Hell, she was ready right now! She worked quickly. Soon she was sitting upright, leaned against the bed, ball gag fastened securely to her mouth. Her left wrist was chained to the bed frame, her ankles were attached to the spreader bar, which was also chained to the frame, and her lock box was sitting near her right wrist.
The thing nobody ever talks about in self-bondage is how to lock the last damned lock. Half of the time, Lily couldn't get herself into the position she'd like because she had no way of locking the last lock. This time, she'd chosen to lock her wrist chain to the frame last. Easily reached, and once the key was free, easily unlocked as well. But it was still frustrating to slip the lock in properly. If only she could find a boyfriend who wouldn't think her crazy for wanting to be tied up! The chain slipped off two times, then three, then four. Taking a deep breath, she quickly flicked the lock in place and snapped it shut.
Two hours of torturous pleasure went by. She struggled with her chains, knowing that it would be useless, but she liked the feeling of helplessness it gave her. The vibrator was too low to give her the pleasure she needed, but only just. If she could just close her legs and squeeze them together, it might have been enough, but that spreader bar did its job too well.
Suddenly, she heard the key in the front door.
Susan!
Her mind froze in terror. And her bedroom door was open!
"Yeah, come on in. Let me just get my suitcase and we'll get...what the hell? What are these doing here?"
Oh shit, my clothes!
"Isn't that what's-her-face's uniform?" said a new voice. Mandy, Lily thought. Great. Every time they were in the same room together, they fought.
"Lily. Yeah, but she's not normally this rude."
"She has no respect for you at all." A third voice, Lily wasn't sure who. Cindy, maybe.
"You should totally kick her ass, show her who's boss."
