Her head peeked left and then right around the narrowly-opened doorway. Judging the coast to be clear, she opened the back door wide and with a thrill Matt watched as she stepped out into the porchlight and walked furtively and barefoot down the gravel pathway, her dark hair halfway down the curve of her naked back. This was her secret weekly ritual. Every Friday evening, her body stitchless and bare, his beautiful neighbour made the walk to her secluded backyard shed, and Matt had not missed it since his first viewing two months ago from the vantage of his darkened kitchen window. It had taken him that long to dare to draw closer, but tonight he'd stationed himself along the fence line at a convenient peephole so that when Anna stepped carefully by he could quite clearly make out every detail of her nakedness, the goosebumps on her legs and the points of her hardened nipples. The dim light of the stars and the moon painted the naked skin of her body in shades of blue, and as she finished her approach to the shed -- on tiptoe now, letting out a hiss of breath at an unseen fleck of gravel underfoot -- Matt had the perfect view of the wide flare of her hips, the tight cinch of her waist, and the generous curve of her ass.
With the key in her hand, his neighbour began fiddling with the lock on the shed door, glancing around nervously whenever the mechanism made a noise. It took her perhaps a moment or two longer than it should have to open it, and Matt wondered if it was because of the darkness or whether it was another part of her exhibitionistic display.
Here you are, naked outside of the safety of your house. Thrilling in the danger and your naughtiness and wondering what might happen to you if anyone were to see. Does it make you wet to think that anyone could be watching? That someone might have a picture or two of you like this, helplessly naked forever on their phone or tucked away on a USB?
He thought that it might, and when she'd finally unlocked the door and stepped inside he noticed that she had hid the lock and key in the long grass around the shed. No way to lock it from the inside, he imagined. Just another thrill: that anyone could walk in on you at any time.
On all the other nights, it was at this point that Matt had retreated to the safety of his own inner sanctum, bending all thought to his own pent-up fantasies. But tonight, perhaps due to his already daring advance to the fence line or perhaps due to some newfound courage even he could not find cause to credit, he did not retreat, but instead made his way to his back gate -- the one that connected his yard to the shared alley -- and unlatched it quietly. It was only moments later that he was closing the neighbouring gate behind him, taking great caution to make sure the hinges didn't squeak as they swung.
This was something new to him and he found that adrenaline was pumping through his veins, his body a bundle of nerve endings. He didn't even quite know what he was doing here. Trespassing, sure, but why? He wasn't exactly yearning to look closer at a shed's walls, so maybe it was just to walk where she'd walked so soon before, to imagine the scent and the heat of her, to know that she was naked in that small space and he was here between her and her escape. Some heightened fantasy, like hers, lived out alone in the delight that one might be caught. The yard was dark, the moon behind a cloud now, but from the shed a dim square of light was visible. A small window, Matt realized with a thrill, which had not been observable from the vantage of his house or yard. Almost in a trance, barely able to help himself, he drew to it, raising his eye to the bottom-most corner and taking in everything within.
It was quite a regular shed in most senses, with a workbench, some yard equipment, and a rack for tools. A thin curtain was half-drawn over the window, but to Matt's delight, Anna had either forgotten to close it, or purposely left it open. He barely registered these thoughts though, because the woman within stole his attention completely.
During his time crossing to her yard, Anna had been hard at work. Within the shed, her naked body -- while liberated of the tight professional outfits he'd seen her wear to work -- was now trapped within the tight confines of a self-made prison. A large ball gag had been forced between her teeth and buckled behind her head so that her normally pouting lips were wrapped tight around it. Already a thin string of drool was dangling down towards her breasts where Matt noticed painful looking clamps had been tightened on each nipple, a thin chain dangling between them. On her neck, a thick posture collar had been padlocked, and on each naked leg (over the knee and under the ankle) a leather belt had been tightly fastened and attached to hooks in the floor, forcing her to kneel with her legs spread wide so that her pussy lips almost brushed the stone . Her hands, as of yet were free, and Matt watched as she deftly attached a dangling chain to the front of her collar. The chain reached up to a pulley in the ceiling and as Anna pulled the free end down, her back was forced straighter and straighter as her collar pulled her upwards. She pulled and shifted several times until her whole body was obviously under painful strain from the position and only then did she attach the free end of the chain to her nipple clamps. As she settled back onto her haunches, her nipples were tugged painfully up towards the ceiling. Matt almost imagined he could hear her moan as she closed her eyes tight, her mouth working silently around her ball gag. Reaching to the floor beside her, careful not to bend so as not to pull even more on her nipple clamps, she felt around until she found yet another leather strap with what appeared to be a pair of handcuffs clipped to a ring at its center. As her arms moved to wrap the strap around her thin waist, her naked back arched and strained. When she was finished, the leather belt was cinched snuggly over her hips and the handcuffs hung just above her ass.
There were only two objects left on the floor beside her, a blindfold and a set of keys which Matt presumed to be for the handcuffs. Anna took her time reaching for these though, first running her hands down her naked body, her hands slipping between her legs for a tantalizing minute, before beginning her search for the blindfold. The posture collar prevented her from lowering her chin to see it and the ceiling chain kept a steady upwards pressure on two of her sensitive bits, so it took her a few painful nipple-tugging moments to get it into her hands. When she did, she quickly strapped it over her innocent blue eyes, effectively blinding her to the world. Finally, she pulled her hair free from the blindfold's strap and after a moment's hesitation, put her arms behind her back, locking her thin wrists -- left then right -- into the steel handcuffs.
A shiver ran through her body then, as it did through Matt's. In a matter of moments, his sensual, naked neighbour had become an object of complete helplessness. Her legs spread invitingly, her pussy practically dripping, her back arched so that her tits were presented fully, her hands locked in place behind her so that they could not interfere, her eyes useless, her voice muffled. This was her real fantasy, Matt decided. The naked walk was just a taste, foreplay, an invitation.
Look at me completely and use me completely. Please!
He could practically hear her begging for it in the way she twisted her body achingly in the restraints, in all her little seductive confined movements. Why else would a woman jaunt naked in her backyard before tying herself up so completely? If anyone were to find her like this, she would be at their complete mercy. She had wanted someone to watch her come here, wanted someone to catch her like this. Matt suddenly decided that the curtain had been purposely left open. It was her fantasy. The thrill of discovery from a stranger, discovery in the most exposed and helpless of positions, and the potential of becoming an object to be used as they desired.
Perhaps it was this that finally convinced him open the door.
Anna's blindfolded and gagged head jerked as far as it could in the posture collar as the room opened before him, a sharp noise escaping from her throat. Perhaps she thought that it had been the wind, because it wasn't until Matt took his first step inside that she frantically began searching for the key. With her wrists handcuffed as they were, she had to lean back much further to reach the floor, jerking her nipple clamps painfully towards the ceiling as she lunged and making her squeal loudly. Matt however had the benefit of movement and eyesight and carefully picked them up, closing the door to the shed behind him after he did so. She searched for a few moments more, breathing heavily through her nose and around her thick ball gag before the pain in her nipples, or perhaps the futility of her search, returned her to her upright position, back arched and tits presented. Her handcuffed wrists, however, continued to scrabble and tug uselessly at their chains as she tried to free them, her legs straining upwards against their bindings as well to similar results. She moaned something unintelligible, sucked the drool around her ball gag even as a line of it dribbled onto her heaving chest, and bit down on the rubber. She tried desperately to push it out with her tongue, but the strap was far too tight for that.
