Learning Through Ties (Part One)

This is my first go at writing a story. I’d really appreciate your feedback and hope you like it. The tale includes some bondage, self-bondage, forced orgasm, cross-dressing, and fetishes (vinyl_panties). Chapter 1 - About Me I’m Josie to everyone, but JoJo is what my friends call me. This narrative follows a spring-break trip I never expected to take on myself. It’s an adventure that has opened my eyes to a completely new perspective on my sexuality. Currently, I am a junior studying Psychology at our local community college. I want to understand myself better and figure out what truly drives me. As a student, tuition and books eat up most of my budget. To manage paying for my own apartment, I get some financial help from home, but it’s my part-time job that covers the rest. I sell shoes evenings and weekends at a department store in the mall. The work involves lots of kneeling, bending, squatting, and climbing ladders to retrieve items from the back shelves. Because of this physical nature, women on the sales floor aren’t permitted to wear skirts. Then there are the customers who swear their feet are smaller than they actually are. They’ll send you running around until you’re exhausted. They start with a size they think fits and after multiple trips to stockroom will eventually settle on their actual size. Wearing practical shoes is essential here. I can’t recall the last time I wore both a skirt and heels out in public. All that customer service leads to some incredibly long nights. I don’t particularly love my job, but I do enjoy going there. What? What does that mean? It means I have a slight crush on my boss. My obsession with her takes over completely. You’ll see why when I get into it later. To make sense of my story, I need to share more about myself, which demands quite an effort from me. As you might guess, I’m somewhat introverted and incredibly shy. Why? No idea. Sometimes the fear linked to my shyness causes anxiety attacks that nearly knock me out. I usually avoid any situation where attention might fall on me. This also hinders my social interactions. In theory, I know how I’d like to interact with people; I just struggle to act naturally because of it. Consequently, I’ve felt a bit of an outsider growing up. Don’t get me wrong—I have friends—but they are mostly part of the same group who also struggle fitting into mainstream cliques. I’m much more at ease with them but still hold back, and I believe they understand. Chapter 2 - My Friends I have two male friends. First is Spencer. He’s openly gay and completely my opposite. So outgoing and popular that it surprises me he even hangs out at the bar with us. He’s incredibly hot. If he weren’t gay, I’d probably be chasing him. Who am I kidding? He’s intimidatingly attractive, but perhaps everyone seems that way when you’re as shy as I am. Nothing embarrasses him, and no subject is off-limits in his presence. He’s the little devil on my shoulder constantly urging me to go out there and live fully, even if it means taking some risks. He knows how to talk to me into doing things I’d never normally consider. Until recently, he hadn’t had much success. Then there’s Jessie. When we first met, I thought he was a girl. He’s handsome with long blonde hair that any woman would envy. He is the other shy side of our group dynamic, which is surprising given his past on the high school swim team. I never understood how someone could walk around in tiny tight Speedos and remain so bashful. Spence always teases him about being closeted gay, though he’s just joking. You see, Spence recently realized Jess still shaves his body like he did during swimming competitions. Jess says you don’t really get used to all that regrowth after shaving for years. To me, it looks like Spence has a soft spot for him. Jess isn’t particularly tall or muscular, but he’s definitely attractive. He has the long, lean build of a swimmer. I often wonder what he’d look like dressed as a woman; I think he’d be stunning. His shyness also stops him from meeting new people. Everyone thinks we should get together, yet neither of us takes that first step. Then there’s Denise, my bestie. She has the physique of an Amazon and is the tallest in our group. Gorgeous enough to have any guy she wants, with long brunette hair and big blue eyes that would make most men envious. The only catch is she prefers women; Spence calls her a “lipstick” lesbian. She’s always joking about us eventually getting together. I’m never quite sure if she means it or not. Honestly, hearing her say those things makes me feel warm inside, though I think she also does it to rouse Renee. Renee is Denise’s partner and part of our group too. Pretty with short curly platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes, it’s easy to see why Denise likes her. Petite with a killer figure, Renee likely did gymnastics in high school. She still has that flexibility if you dare her to show off. Quiet and demure usually, but intensely passionate when pushed. Finally, there’s Nikki. My closest friend despite knowing her for only a short while compared to the others. Extremely attractive too—tall with long blonde hair always tied back in a ponytail. A former high school cheerleader who left that scene for reasons unknown to us. She kept it secret until recently and told me; I’ll share why when the moment is right. Nikki knows all about current hairstyles, clothes, and shoes. She’s constantly trying to “dress up” so I can find a guy, even though she’s currently single herself. She’s the one person who seems to know everything about me. Well, almost everything. Most of my friends go back to high school days into college, but Nikki has only been around for a couple of years. We met at freshmen orientation and have stuck together since. So, what do I look like? My grandfather met my grandmother while stationed in Okinawa, making me second-generation U.S. citizen. I don’t show many Asian features, except for my hair and eye color which lean more toward my father’s American traits. Before Spence asked, no one had a clue. I take care of myself. I ran track (middle distance) in high school and still jog at night and do yoga in my apartment to stay fit. About 5’5” with fair skin, my hair is jet black, thick, straight & stringy, hanging just above the shoulders. Bangs frame my large light brown eyes, but I often clip them back for a tiny feathered ponytail on top. Small waist and what I tell friends are large B breasts (I fudge it to small Cs). People say my best assets are my shapely legs and round behind. Fifteen years of dance lessons must have helped; Dad thought they’d cure some of my shyness. I wear glasses and walk with a slight pigeon toe, but aside from those minor quirks, I think I could turn heads if only I can get past being so bashful. Chapter 3 - Sex Talk My friends and I meet every Friday after work at a corner table in a small local bar. We drink and talk about all sorts of things. Well, they do most of the talking while I listen quite a bit. Conversations can cover anything, but by night’s end, sex is usually the topic.

Continued research. Yes, I sit there nodding as if I understand everything, only to rush back to my apartment and dive into my laptop for a deeper grasp of the subject. What caught my eye? A conversation that drifted toward bondage and fetishes. I’ve picked up more about sex from friends than anyone else in my life. My mother barely discusses it with me; her reserved nature probably keeps her from bringing it up. Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not a virgin, but my sexual history has been quite limited. Once, I allowed myself to be placed in a situation where a guy took advantage of the opportunity. I didn’t want to cause a fuss, so I let him do as he pleased. At that moment, neither of us knew much about sex, and it was certainly more satisfying for him than for me. So, how does a timid young college student end up writing about bondage? I’m relatively new to the scene but have been curious for years. It began several years ago when I was a freshman at university. Spence somehow brought up masters & slaves and bondage & discipline while discussing Denise’s and Renee’s relationship. I listened with great interest and headed home right after to dig deeper. The first time I saw a completely naked woman tied up, surrendering to her captor, it sent shivers down my spine and left me dizzy. I tried picturing myself in that position, though I’m too frightened to actually let someone tie me up. During this period, I also discovered the various types of fetishes and preferences others have, uncovering a hidden desire within myself: vinyl_panties. I’ve seen many pictures online showing different kinds of fetishes, which piqued my interest further until I watched a video of a woman gagged and bound to a chair in shiny black rubber panties. The sound the latex made rubbing against her chair seat as she struggled was incredibly erotic. Her captor inserted a vibrator into her panties while watching her fight toward an orgasm. Her moans and muffled screams turned me on so much that I became wet with desire. Between you and me, I’ve masturbated countless times to that video, imagining those panties rubbing against me until ecstasy as I lie bound and helpless, watched by my captor who films the whole scene. My friends think I’m rather prim because they know nothing about this side of me. If they knew what kinky thoughts pass through my mind, I’d be called more “Naughty Nancy” than “Polly Pure Breath”. Ironically, while being tied up excites me greatly, it also scares me just as much. It’s partly due to the fear of the unknown and largely because of my shyness. I’ve studied many bondage websites and forums trying to understand what makes my heart flutter when I think about being bound. Some forums let me log in and ask questions I couldn’t bring myself to ask face-to-face. It took some time just to gather enough courage, but once inside, the community was very welcoming. I even found a couple of sites that introduced me to self-bondage. This opened up Pandora’s Box for me, allowing me to experience being bound comfortably in my own apartment. Of course, it was quite tame at first, nothing too strict, but it gave me a small taste of what it could be. Chapter 4 - “Self” Awareness My initial real encounter with self-bondage involved stripping down to just a pair of plastic_baby_panties. I tied myself up, securing my ankles together with a belt and placing a knotted scarf in my mouth as a gag, pulling it tight behind my head. Then, I cuffed my hands behind my back, feeling the cold steel grip my wrists firmly. Since this was early in my bondage journey, I didn’t own much equipment. The handcuffs were an inexpensive pair bought online, and the plastic_pants were just the first of a continuously growing collection of vinyl underwear. I found them at a nearby thrift store. They were toddler-sized but fit me snugly. I actually began with a couple of pairs of toddler pants—one white semi-transparent pair and one pink pair. They were perfect. It was like finding that ideal pair of heels; you start thinking about how to incorporate them into your daily wardrobe. Wearing them made me feel sexy and kinky. They held me in all the right places, and the feeling of vinyl against my private parts massaged me until I became wet with desire. Often, I wore them under shorts or skirts while attending class, wondering if anyone could see through them. With them on, I felt naked yet slightly dirty, but loved it. I was too shy to tell anyone what would they say? I tried finding more styles, but the search became increasingly difficult. Due to my shyness, I turned to websites and online auctions for what I needed. I attempted latex, but the smell overwhelmed me, and I ruined several pairs because I didn’t know how to care for them properly. After many successes and failures, I finally stumbled upon the pair of panties that ended my search. They are actually a pair of shiny white PVC bikini_panties with elastic gathers at the waist and legs. They provide full coverage for my rear while caressing sensitive areas with every movement. The bikini cut adds a feminine touch, while the glossy vinyl elevates the kink factor. Since discovering them, I’ve bought several different pairs in various colors and patterns. I love how they make me look and feel. Often, I wonder what my boss would think if he knew. If ever discovered, I’d want to crawl into the nearest hole and perish. Back to that first experience. Standing there admiring my handiwork, I sensed those same feelings I got when gazing at bound women online. My private parts tingled as my heart raced. The butterflies within fluttered wildly as I caressed my vinyl-covered backside with cuffed hands. Before long, the lights went out. A thunderstorm had knocked power to the apartment complex. Light came only from occasional lightning strikes. My heart pounded, but I knew I could untie myself; I just needed to retrieve the key for my cuffs. That’s when I realized I’d left it on the kitchen table. I had to hop back to the bedroom to get it. Those plastic_panties worked me over as I struggled upright. As I hopped through the living room, I noticed I hadn’t closed the curtains. With every lightning flash, I felt exposed to anyone possibly looking in. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Later, I learned it was the maintenance guy checking on single tenants. I froze, basically standing naked with milky white vinyl_baby_panties on my hips and ankles bound tightly alongside my wrists in the center of my living room. I worried he might let himself in, causing panic. Not knowing what to do, if I started hopping, he’d hear me. I could see his silhouette through the front window. Swear I thought he saw me, but perhaps I stood far enough back in the shadows for him not to notice. One well-timed lightning strike and he would have seen everything. He knocked a few more times before turning away. Watching him head toward the main office as the sky lit up around him brought some relief, though I wondered if he’d use the master key. Without warning, the lights returned. Now standing in the middle of a bright room, fully visible to anyone in the parking lot, I hopped quickly to the kitchen and retrieved the key. Hastily hopping down the hall back to my room, I fell face-first onto my bed, losing my glasses. The key dropped somewhere on the bed; I fumbled around trying to find it while realizing how wet the situation had made me. The moist vinyl rubbed against all the right places.

I went looking for the key and decided to pleasure myself through my panties. Until that moment, I’d never felt so scared yet aroused simultaneously. As time passed, I tied myself up more often, though I remained somewhat cautious, always ensuring I had multiple ways to undo myself.

Chapter 5 - The Beginning of the Beginning School was hard to focus on as spring break approached. Everyone had their own plans. Nikki and I were heading down to Daytona. It was my first time there, but she knew the area well and would guide me. We spent ages shopping and grooming ourselves. Both of us got manicures and pedicures, plus hair treatments. We both chose French manicures. We also did a full bikini wax, something new for me. I usually wore one-piece swimsuits with skirts, but Nikki convinced me to buy a shiny white bikini with hot pink polka dots. It took several mid-afternoon drinks to give myself the courage to purchase it and go through with the waxing. I might have had too much because once there, I didn’t just do a standard bikini wax; I went all out for that smooth look. Yes, completely bare down there, and trust me, it hurt.

When my senses returned, I was slightly embarrassed, though only she who performed the service knew. Later on, I realized I actually liked it better. The thought of total nakedness added to the erotic sensation of vinyl against my sensitive areas. I felt so naughty and attractive that night as those plastic_panties pleasured me repeatedly.

Two days before our Florida trip, Spence called. He mentioned everyone was hitting a new club before scattering for their separate trips. It had a slight BDSM theme, which appealed to the group. At first, I thought no way; fear of the unknown was creeping in. But Spence assured me everything would be fine and that I wouldn’t be disappointed.

Why hadn’t anyone mentioned this place earlier? Spence said he’d been going for about a year but waited until he knew we’d all enjoy it. I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but I trusted him to explain later. After talking with the rest of the group, they agreed to go, though if one person opted out, the whole night was off. Felt some peer pressure, but admitted interest and agreed. Then Spence dropped a detail that sent shivers down my spine.

If it’s your first time, you must volunteer to be tied and led in on a leash. He said this showed everyone you were comfortable with the scene rather than just lurking around. It was like an initiation ritual. “What about Denise & Renee? Did Nikki agree too? What about Jessie?” According to Spence, they had already agreed and would wait for me at the club after work. He’d get them in first, then come back for me once I finished closing up at the mall. “What counts as being tied?” Spence said just handcuffs and a gag. “Oh my gosh! Really?” Just then, an image of Nikki cuffed and gagged popped into my mind. My juices started flowing because I’d never pictured her like that before. Spence mentioned an old boyfriend had led him on his first visit. SPENCER: “Once you get past being spanked by the entire club, it’s actually a great place.” Before I could say more, Spence added he was joking.

Later that night, Nikki and I discussed this whole BDSM club concept. She agreed and didn’t think much of it. NIKKI: “It’s just one night before we head to Florida.” She doubted we’d see anyone from school anyway, plus we’d have so much fun—that was the point of the trip. That’s when she told me she planned on “jumping in with both feet”. She intended to wear her sexiest outfit and suggested I do the same. Right then, I knew my pvc_panties would be part of what I wore.

I wouldn’t have time to run home after work to change, so I could either wear my club clothes or change right away. My boss wasn’t a big fan of dress code violations, but this was my last night before disappearing for a week. Nikki helped me pick out outfits she said would catch her boss’ eye. I decided on a pleated black leather mini skirt with button snaps up the front—a piece Nikki helped me buy. Underneath, I wore shiny white pvc_bikini panties with black polka dots. Naturally, I kept this detail from Nikki. For my top, I chose a fitted white cap-sleeved schoolgirl blouse with a black lace bra underneath. Silver hoop earrings and black leather knee-high stiletto boots completed the look. Honestly, if Nikki hadn’t been there to nudge me, I might not have chosen these items at all. I was starting to see merit in that little bit of peer pressure.

Chapter 6 - What was Happening to Me? While getting ready for work, I had a major anxiety attack. I became hyper-aware of my appearance. My hands began trembling; fear crept in that I wouldn’t manage it. Was it panic or sheer excitement driving my heart rate? Standing naked before the mirror, I convinced myself it was excitement. As I stood there, I noticed how smooth and shiny my body looked. With all hair removed, I had a sort of polished manikin appearance. Sliding into those panties made me feel incredibly sexy. “Damn, I look hot!” kept running through my mind. The way light shimmered off my vinyl-clad backside as it quivered sealed the deal; continuing was mandatory. What was happening to me? Alone, I’d never do something like this. Why now? Perhaps I was caught up in the moment’s excitement—the spring break timing, visiting a new club with friends—I couldn’t let bashfulness stop me from enjoying tonight, nor disappoint those close to me.

I thought about turning back several times on my way to work. My mind raced, fixated on my vinyl_panties. They were stimulating me with every step. I had no idea how I’d get anything done that night. Fortunately, it was just a four-hour shift plus closing time. Employees must park on the outer edges of the lot to reserve closer spots for customers. I took my usual spot—the furthest from the building yet equidistant from the main road. It’s quite a walk, but I try to get that extra calorie burn. Mostly running on habit and instinct with such a preoccupied mind, again wondering what was happening.

Chapter 7 - Time to Meet the Boss I hoped for a busy night to pass time quickly, but the number of cars suggested otherwise. It was a breezy evening. Walking in, I felt the cool air against the vinyl between my legs. A short gust lifted the back of my skirt; I let out a small yelp as I tried covering myself. Unfortunately, this drew attention. Someone turned to look at me. My hands started shaking from nerves. I walked right past my boss without speaking on my way to the time clock. She said something, but I just kept going. Wait—did I forget to mention she’s a woman?

She is probably the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen: blonde hair, blue eyes, an Amazonian figure around 5’11” with perfect proportions. She loves wiggle skirts that hit her knees. My favorite of hers is a black leather skirt with a zipper running up the back from the hem. Usually fully zipped down, it sends my imagination soaring and makes her walk even sexier. I love how her bottom causes the rope-like gathers in the

right beneath her lower back and the way it sways as she walks. Her posture and makeup are flawless, and she has a remarkable sense of style. She seems to favor that sexy librarian aesthetic. Her hair is always pulled back tightly into a bun, secured with chopsticks, revealing her long, alluring neck, and she likes to peer over her black-framed glasses. Oh, and she speaks with a soft Irish accent which really turns me on. What’s her story? Unfortunately, no one knows much about her. No one ever sees her anywhere except at work.

She was assigned by the corporate offices about a year ago as a temporary manager until a new permanent one is hired. Our old manager moved on to greener pastures.

On my way out of the break room I was approached by Ms. Williams.

MS. WILLIAMS: “I’m extremely disappointed with you young lady. If we weren’t short staffed tonight, I’d have half a mind to send you home. We’ll discuss this after close but right now we need to address our customer’s needs.”

As she addressed me, she looked me up and down, taking the time to grasp the hem of my skirt, slightly brushing her nails against my thigh. I could feel my face go flush. I felt naked and embarrassed, but with her I actually liked it.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Well? What are you waiting for? Take your post Ms. Jones!”

Startled back to reality, I quickly spun towards the door on my way out to the sales floor. The sudden spin caused my skirt to rise up, slightly exposing my panties causing yet another yelp to pass my lips.

I had a nervous grin on my face as I exited the room and I just caught a glimpse of Ms. Williams in a mirror. I’m sure she must’ve seen me. I hope not.

The clock could not move fast enough, as the evening was pretty much uneventful except for one customer. He was a nice looking older gentleman who was looking for a nice pair of dress shoes. He tried on several different styles and had me hopping back and forth from the storeroom. I was a bit exhausted when I sat down; straddling the bench we used to help the customer put their shoes on. It had a place for them to rest their foot as we put their shoe on and tied it for them.

He stood up and looked at his feet, walking in front of one of the many mirrors throughout the department. I started to admire my handy work when I noticed in the reflection that my skirt had hiked itself up on my waist exposing my PVC covered crotch. I quickly attempted to recover, but there was no way he didn’t see. I was mortified.

If he noticed, he never let on until I started to pick up the shoes he decided against. As I bent over, I felt the slight sting of a slight smack on my ass. Again, a high pitched yelp exited my person. I quickly turned and squatted, backing away as I gathered the boxes on the floor.

He requested to speak with my manager. A quick page summoned her. As she approached, that stupid quiver started in my knees. What was he going to tell her?

MS. WILLIAMS: “Yes sir, how may I be of assistance?”

CUSTOMER: “Well, I just want to let you know you have an excellent employee here. I believe she went above and beyond, displaying the qualities necessary to make me a satisfied customer. I’d hang on to her.”

I was amazed and slightly shocked at the same time.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Sir, I’d like to assure you this young lady will be given everything she deserves.”

I’m not sure, but her tone probably had something to do with that little dress code incident.

He winked as he walked away. I felt a bit naughty, but also really sexy. I could feel my face blush as a slight grin met my lips.

The rest of the night dragged by as the later it got the less customer traffic we received. The last hour was spent cleaning and straightening. When the doors finally locked, and the last register closed out, Ms. Williams let everyone go but me. She asked me to wait and assist her with some wall signs that needed to be hung for the next day.

I wandered the sales floor straightening chairs, admiring myself in the mirrors. Ms. Williams must’ve been watching for a couple of minutes before she cleared her throat. I jumped a little and snapped out of my day dream as she handed me three posters to be hung on the wall.

About that time, the store lights started to dim to their overnight setting.

MS. WILLIAMS: “We’ll be alright. We get these up and we can both tend to our business.”

A step ladder was all that was needed. Her dress prohibited her from climbing so it was up to me. She held the ladder from the other side as the first poster went up. I knew my vinyl_panties had to be peeking from beneath my skirt. I was high enough she had to notice. I tried to keep my legs closed but it made it difficult to climb. I lost my balance a little.

Moving to the next poster, she decided it would be best if she stood behind me in case I fell. OMG! I knew she would see now. I tried to act like business as usual, but again I almost lost my balance backing down. This time though, I felt the slight pressure of a hand pressing against the check of my bum. I reached back in an attempt to right myself, grabbing her arm. Now I knew for certain she was aware of my secret.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Are you alright?”

I just nodded as I backed down slowly. She removed her hand, but I could still feel the imprint of it pressing against the vinyl.”

MS. WILLIAMS: “Okay, one more and we can get to it. This time I might recommend you don’t back down but turn around and walk down the ladder. I’ll help you.”

Speechless, I nodded again.

With the last poster up, I turned to descend. Ms. Williams was waiting. I tried taking the steps down the ladder with my legs as close as possible. With two steps left, I lost my balance again, causing me to step out onto a nearby chair. With one foot still on the ladder and the other on the chair, I found myself in a precarious position. That’s when I realized my hands rested on her breasts. They were firm, but soft size D’s. The sudden step outward towards the chair caused my legs to spread making my skirt hike up. Just then, I felt a violent tug towards her. She had reached her one hand between my legs and pulled my body towards her with her hand placed firmly on my bottom. I could feel the vinyl slip suddenly as it slid over my privates. I looked down all doe eyed and startled as a slight grin started to appear on her red glossed lips.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Well!!! What do we have here?”

I was dumbfounded. She lifted my skirt with the other hand to expose my polka dot panties.

MS. WILLIAMS: “You know this is a major violation of the dress code don’t you?”

I could feel her hand open and close several times, squeezing my checks and causing the wet vinyl to massage me.

MS. WILLIAMS: “What will I do with you?”

Releasing my ass cheek, pulling her hand back through my legs, the palm of her hand slid across my vinyl covered crotch, making sure to press a little harder as she pulled away. I couldn’t tell, but I believe I held my breath the entire time. I knew I didn’t have one word to say. I was in total shock and turned on at the same time. For a second, I thought I might even pass out.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Ms. Jones. Do you feel some sort of punishment is in order for your violation of the dress code?”

I just nodded my head.

MS. WILLIAMS: “Ms. Jones. I can’t hear you.”

This time I managed a whimper of a yes as I nodded.

MS. WILLIAMS: “I haven’t decided how I’d like to punish you, but rest assured, whatever I decide, it will definitely fit the crime. There is only one place being dressed like this is appropriate and this isn’t it. I will consider your punishment and let you know the next time I see you. You are free to clock out.”

What? Leave? Now? At least that’s what I was thinking. What I actually said was “Yes ma’am,” as I removed my hands from her breasts and climbed down the remaining steps.

After a quick stop by the restroom to freshen up, I left the building as she locked the door behind me. She acted as if nothing happened. As I strolled to my car by the light of the parking lot lights,

I replayed the scene over and over. What could I have done differently? What did I do wrong? Should I have thrown myself at her? Where was the appropriate place to dress like this located? I wanted her to put me over her knee and spank my vinyl covered bum to teach me a lesson. I wanted her to undress me and have her way with me. I wanted her to bind me and make me hers. I was so turned on, but disappointed at the same time.

Chapter 8 - Delicate Cargo Unlocking my car door, I decided to put the top down while waiting for Spence to show up. I turned the stereo on to listen to a little music when the CD started playing Berlin’s “In My Dreams”. That song, coupled with what just happened had me unconsciously opening and closing my legs, making my lubricated vinyl slip and slide. Spreading my legs, I reached down and began to massage myself through the taut vinyl. Leaning back in my seat, sliding my hips forward, I felt the PVC slide up my ass and tighten against my pussy. My breathing got shallow as I continued to massage faster. All I could think about was Ms. Williams and the way she touched me down there.

SPENCER: “Watcha doing?!” Surprised, I sat up quickly and turned to notice Spence standing there with this evil grin on his face. “Nothing!” was my response. SPENCER: “Uh, yeah. Right!” Whatever. Are you ready?” I was thinking almost, but that’s not what he was asking. “Ready for what?” SPENCER: “Ready to head to the club.” I had almost forgotten. “Oh yeah, sure. Do I follow you or what?” SPENCER: “No! You can’t know where it is. Not on your first visit anyway. I’ve arranged for transportation.” I asked, “What am I supposed to do with my car?” SPENCER: “Just lock it up and I’ll take care of everything. Like I said, you shouldn’t worry about a thing. Simply sit back and enjoy yourself. You seem to be good at that.” “Ha, Ha! Very funny. What do I need to do?” SPENCER: “Okay, first I have to cuff your hands behind you.” Turning I put my hands behind me to feel the cold steel wrap around my wrists. It feels totally different when someone else locks cuffs around your wrists. Hearing the clicking I felt there was no turning back.

SPENCER: “Next, I have to put this leather collar around your neck. I have to have some place to attach the leash.” “Okay. If you must.” Raising my chin, I see a Spence pull from his pocket a black patent leather collar with a shiny buckle and what looks like four rings attached. After buckling it around my neck, he attaches a silver chained leash to the ring immediately hanging under my chin.

SPENCER: “Oh, and one more thing.” “One more thing? You didn’t say anything about one more thing. What now?” SPENCER: “I need you to tell me you are totally okay with all of this before I place a gag in your mouth.” “What? Why? Why gag me?”

SPENCER: “First of all, you ask too many questions. Second, it lets them know you are cool with the whole thing. And third, if you don’t agree, I undo your cuffs and collar and you go about your merry way. You do not pass go. You do not collect $200.” “Did everyone else agree to this?” SPENCER: “Again with the questions, but yes. They are all already there.” I’ve never actually used a ball gag before. When I’m self-bound, I usually use a piece of tape or my scarf. Our course it’s way too easy to get out of my bounds. I didn’t think that was going to be a problem tonight. “Oh, alright.”

SPENCER: “Remember, once I put this in, you don’t call the shots.” “Alright already. Let’s do it.” SPENCER: “Okay.” Pulling the red ball gag from his pocket he placed it deep in my mouth, securing it behind my head. It barely fit. Hey wait a minute. I don’t call the shots?’ What does that mean? All this is just to get me in the door isn’t it? What do you mean? I tried asking but all that came out was “Mppphhhhhffff?” Just then, the head lights of a white windowless van lit up from the shadow. OMG! Is this what abduction feels like? The van pulled up and the door slid opened. Inside, there are three individuals dressed completely in black wearing black ski masks.

SPENCER: “Relax JoJo. It’s all for show. She’s ready guys” I could feel myself start to hyperventilate as the two individuals from the truck jumped out. I tried to turn, but Spence had a hold of the leash.

SPENCER: “Really? Did you forget you agreed to this just minutes ago?” Nodding my head yes, Spence responded with a big sigh.

SPENCER: “Okay, I can’t keep doing this. This is your last chance. Do you want me to let you lose? Keep in mind, if I do, I can’t take you to the club. Everyone is already there and they’ve been waiting for at least an hour. If I undo you, you are pretty much on your own and I have to go get everyone else from the club. What’s it going to be? Oh, and before you answer, keep this in mind. If you nod yes, you are pretty much at my mercy until we leave the club? Have I ever steered you wrong? I promise you will enjoy the place. It’s going to be an experience you’ll never forget. You just got to get past your shyness. Going like this will help you overcome it. So, what do you say?” Looking down at the ground, I reluctantly nodded yes.

SPENCER: “Are you absolutely positive?” This time looking him in the eyes, I nodded yes.

SPENCER: “Okay. Let’s get her in the van before anyone starts asking questions. Why don’t you go ahead and strap her ankles and knees together.” Before I knew it, one person had wrapped a belt just above both knees, binding them together tight, while the other wrapped one around my ankles. At that point, I didn’t dare move for fear of falling. My heart pounded as the fear/excitement of not being in control started to overwhelm me. Just then, the smaller, stouter of the two threw me over his shoulder. I let out a little squeal as I because increasingly aware my vinyl covered ass was out for the world to see. Carrying me to the van, the guy kept tapping me on the ass with every step. I let out little high pitched moans with every exhale as I bounced on his shoulder. I was laid on my back, lying on the cold metal floor of an empty van. After adjusting his mask, one of the guys in the back slipped his hands under my hips and back and proceeded to flip me over, placing me face down. I felt him attempt to slip his hand under my skirt. I pushed it away with my cuffed hands as I could still reach back. That’s when he pulled a short piece of chain from his pants pocket that had two clips on it. The first clip was attached to ring on the back of my collar. Pulling my hands up to the middle of my back, the other end of the clip was attached to the cuffs, holding my hands away from my backside. When I tried to reach down towards my ass, the collar would choke me. The door was closed and the van started moving. All of a sudden, I felt his finger slip between the elastic gather of a leg opening and my ass as he attempted to slip it down between my legs towards my crotch. I clenched my ass and legs as I attempted a scream, trying to tell him to stop. Spence looked back from the passenger seat and told him to leave me alone.

SPENCER: “Just keep her from rolling around in the back.” That’s when he decided to use his upper body, laying on the backs of my legs. This put his face right next to my ass. I struggled, but couldn’t move. Next thing I could feel was him using my butt as a pillow. Occasionally, I could feel him slide his hand up my blouse as he licked my vinyl. I attempted to turn and give him a dirty look hoping he’d leave me alone, when he whispered,

SMALLER HENCHMAN: “I hope you don’t think this ends when the van stops. Do you? Oh no. You have a long night ahead of you and everyone will get their turn.” Who is everyone? Get their turn? What did he mean? OMG! I struggled harder and stared to hyperventilate. What did I just get myself into? As I struggled against his weight, everything gradually went black. I had been flirting with fainting all night and finally did.