Daring to be adventurous

Daring to be adventurous

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       School was back in session and friends were reuniting. Having already stopped off at the liquor store for supplies I was on my way over to Natalie’s new apartment. Natalie and I have been best friends ever since our freshman year. We were complete strangers to one another before we came to college and were assigned the same room. At first it was awkward to be roommates with a girl I had never met but it didn’t take long before we discovered we had a lot in common. Although we grew to become best friends we each chose to get our own apartments. We each just prefer to live on our own.

       Arriving at her place I parked and stepped out of the car. I made little haste as I made my way up to her apartment. It was early October and there was already a chill in the air. It was Friday night but we were staying in. Our school had started a couple weeks before but this was the first chance we had gotten to spend time together because of how hectic the first couple weeks of classes are. The reason we weren’t going out to celebrate a new year of school was because I had just turned twenty one over the summer which is why I was the one buying the alcohol. Natalie wouldn’t be turning twenty one for another couple of weeks. We had made a pact that I wouldn’t go to the bars till Natalie could come with.

       Natalie greeted me at the door wearing sweats and a T-shirt. This was just a quite girl’s night in so there was no need to be dressed up nice. I was only dressed slightly nicer and that was because I had to go out in public. The plan for tonight was to make some drinks and watch a movie. Natalie had already bought the movie “300”. We were both excited to watch the movie even though it wasn’t our first time. Just thinking about the movie was enough to send a small rush of lust straight to my crotch.  The movie was a couple of hours long filled with men wearing almost nothing at all to cover their amazing bodies.

       The drink of choice to go with our movie was going to be cosmopolitans. Yes it’s a girly drink but hey, we’re girls. I made drinks while Natalie went about making popcorn and getting the movie ready. Once the popcorn was done cooking and the drinks were made we settled done on her love seat and cuddled up to one another sharing a blanket between the two of us. Once we were nice and comfy we started the movie and did a toast to a new year of school and the wild times that we were going to have.

       It was about 7:00 in the evening when we started to movie but it was past 10:30 when we ended it. That extra time was a result of us continually pausing the movie to stare at the rock hard bodies of our favorite actors. The movie had us both feeling a little randy so there was also a fair amount of time lost as we regaled ourselves with our past exploits.

       One of the things we enjoy most about each other is our ability to provoke each other’s wild sides. When we are around each other wild and crazy things always happen. On more than one late night in the dorms back when we were freshmen one or both of us could be found streaking down the hallway on the guy’s floor. Luckily for us no one ever did catch us. On several occasions when we were at parties the two of us had made out with each other. Mostly we did it because of the attention we got from all the guys who would literally be drooling as they watched us. We weren’t lovers nor have we ever had sex with one another but it wasn’t uncommon to find us fondling each other’s boobs to get a rise out of the person and any one who is around us.

       When the movie did come to a concussion we were both mildly drunk and very… energetic. This is how a lot of our nights spend drinking together ended up. As the movie ended a random conversation started.

       “Did you see the restaurant and store next to the liquor store are gone?” I asked Natalie knowing she probably hadn’t been out that way yet.

       “Are you serious? They had the best food. Did they just close up shop or did some one buy out the space?”

       “I’m not sure, all I know is that there is some new sex store taking up both areas,” I replied.

       “Right across the street from mall? I can’t believe they’re going to get many people going into there when the store faces the street and the mall.”

       “I know, that was exactly what I was thinking when I went into buy liquor. I saw one girl go into the store as I was leaving.” I said.

       “I would be so embarrassed going into a sex store especially when it’s right there next to the intersection. You know everyone stopped at the light is going to be looking over there,” Natalie pointed out.

       “That’s what I was thinking. You should have seen the girl though before she went in. You would have thought she was about to steal something with the number of looks she took over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching.”

       “I would be so freaked out going in there. God, what if someone you knew happened to be going by when you went in there,” she said but with a small grin on her face.

       “If going in is bad just imagine how hard it would be coming out with something. The girl that went in came walking around from the corner of the building. I think she was trying to hide her car. I would think it would be better to have your car parked out front where you can make a quick escape rather than trying to hide it around back and have to walk to it,” as I said it a familiar twinkle began to grow in Natalie’s eyes.

       It was a look I had grown very familiar with. There was a gleam in her eye that told me a devious plan was forming in her mind. A grin spread across my lips as the idea grew in my own mind. Even without speaking we knew what the other was thinking. Our minds were always perfectly in tune when naughty acts of sex were involved.

       In unison, “We’ve got to do it.”

       “But it can’t just be simple like walking into there and leaving,” she said, pondering the possibilities.

       “How about we go in and force ourselves to buy something, something dirty,” I added grinning from ear to ear.

       “No, even better, one of us has to go in alone and buy something,” she said as she got up from the couch to retrieve something from the bedroom. She returned with a camcorder in hand. “One person goes in all alone to the sex store while the other person gets to record everything from the parking lot across the street.”

       After setting the camcorder down on the coffee table before us she returned to the couch and cuddled in close to me. She sat down with her legs turned to the side leaning into me with her upper body. I wrapped my arm around and we leaned in, heads resting against each other as we stared at the camcorder that was ready to document our adventure.

       “So how are we going to decide who goes into the store?” I asked as I gave her a little squeeze. This is what I meant when I said we provoke each other’s wild sides. I was just as excited to get to go in as I was to get to watch her go through with it. Our fears and insecurities of begin seen melted away when we were together. Put us together and we were two of the biggest exhibitionist on campus. The fact that we were going to do this solo was going to make the act all the more exciting. There would be no security blanket on this one. Whoever went in was going to be alone with all their fears and insecurities along with the eyes of everyone passing by staring down on them, passing their judgment on the perverted girl looking for ways to get herself off.

       “More importantly, what are we going to make them buy,” she said nuzzling me as she said it.

       If you didn’t know any better you would think that we were planning out the fate of someone else. That is just how we are. The more excited one person gets the more excited the other person gets. We feed off each others emotions. In this state it is just as exciting to know the other person might get put through such deranged acts as it is to know yourself might be put through them.

       “Regardless of what the person buys, rule number one is that they have to walk out with the item in hand. No hiding it in a store bag,” I said thinking of all the wondrously embarrassing things Natalie might have to walk out of the store with, fully exposed to the main street traffic parked at the stop light.

       “Oow, I like that. In that case rule number two would have to be, unlike the girl you saw earlier today who hid her car behind the store whoever goes in must park in the corner of the parking lot, next to the stop light,” Natalie added thinking of Tracy walking to her car directly in front of traffic carrying a kinky item of pleasure.

       A brief moment of silence fell over us as each person’s mind raced with fantasies. The possibilities were seemingly endless. Only one question remained. We each knew the question, nobody had to say it, yet at the same time someone did. Until the question was posed the play time could not begin. We each inhaled, readying ourselves to speak then paused, waiting for the other to utter the first word.

       “Back to the original question, how are we going to decide who has to do it?” I said, finally stating the question we each had been pondering.

       We sat there putting our head together, literally, as we tried to come up with an answer to that question. Suddenly the perfect idea hit me. I jumped up off the couch so fast that Natalie didn’t have time to catch herself before she fell over. It was only after I jumped up that I realized I didn’t know where to look to find the item I wanted.

       “Where are your dice at?” I asked Natalie who was working to prop herself back up.

       “In the drawer over there,” she pointed, a questioning look crossed her face.

       “I learned how to play craps this summer. We can roll to figure out who is going and what they have to get,” I explained as I rounded up the dice. A quick search through the drawer she was pointing at and I had the dice. With dice in hand I returned to Natalie. Dropping the dice they landed with a clatter on the coffee table as I jumped on the couch next to my friend.

       “So we roll the dice to find out who has to go, winner is whoever has the highest or lowest roll, I get that. Explain to me the whole Craps angle. I don’t get how we are going to decide what to go into the store for based off a roll of the dice,” Natalie said confused.

        “Well I don’t completely understand craps but the simple part is that you roll two dice and bet on what number will be rolled. If the number you bet on is rolled you win money. The amount of money you win is all based on the odds of that number coming. Two’s and twelve’s only have one possible combination so they are only rarely ever rolled hence they pay out more. I never really got into it but you can also bet on doubles which pays out huge. The middle numbers are rolled the most frequently so they are worth the least. In craps you lose if you roll a seven. Seven’s have the most combinations and are rolled the most frequently.”

       “So how do we use this to decide what we are going to do once we are in the store?” ask Natalie, now intrigued by the thought of incorporating an element of gambling into this little adventure.

       “I’m thinking that we can pick something like…” I paused. I really hadn’t figured this part out yet. “buying some porno movie as the act we have to achieve. With the dice we pick different kinds of movies, for the common numbers we pick something simple like a supper softcore flick. For the low odds numbers like two’s and twelve’s we pick some hardcore nasty movie,” I said, just throwing a random idea out there.

       “Ooh, I like that,” she said as new ideas began to turn in her mind. She paused as she looked at our empty glasses. “I’m thinking some refills are in order if we are going to be doing this type of brain storming.

       Natalie was right. We always came up with better ideas after a few drinks. By better I mean wilder and riskier but always more entertaining. As we refreshed our beverages the initial excitement began to die down a little as we tried to work the particulars of the scenario out in our minds. I could see a sense of disappointment growing in her blue eyes making me doubt the excitement she had just shown over the idea to use the dice.

       “We don’t have to use the dice if you don’t think it is a good idea. I just thought I would throw out the suggestion,” I said, a little disappointed in myself. I turned away from her lost in thought as I tried to come up with a better idea. A hand wrapped around my hip and I was turned back around to face her.

       “No, no, no, no, noooo,” she said in an apologetic and caring tone. Setting her drink down, she moved her freed hand to my body. With both hands holding my hips, Natalie pulled me into her till our noses were only inches away. Her deep blue eyes stared into my own, her face filled with a deep sense of compassion. “I like the idea, I really do. I was just thinking, if we are going are going to do this we have to go balls out. Who ever goes into that store has to do something wild no matter what. There should be no freebees on this one.”

       We were still held in our embrace. Her hands were wrapped around my lower back. With out even thinking about my actions, my drink was set down and my arms wrapped around her. I don’t know why but I still felt I needed to defend my idea. Having been rejected once I felt I needed to come up with something to top anything Natalie was thinking of already. I needed something that wouldn’t be simple to walk in and do; something that no matter what was going to suck to be forced to go do.

       “We don’t have to set easy things to the numbers on the dice. Instead of a softcore movie we can make it so that if you roll a…” I paused figuring out the numbers, “five through a nine then you have to rent a movie ranging between anal sex and orgies. Two through four can be movies ranging from bondage to latex and ten through twelve can be cum guzzling whores to gang bangs. Also, regardless of what movie is purchased, whoever loses has to buy a big thing of lube. Heading home with porno’s and lube will give the impression one of us is planning to rush home and enjoy themselves.” I said, just throwing out any movie category I could think of that would be embarrassing to walk up to the counter with.

       “That’s perfect,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. Again her face showed a sign of disappointment as she was lost in thought. She broke our embrace and grabbed her drink. I quickly reached over to grab mine as she took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. “Let’s sit down while we work this all out,” she said.

       Natalie led me back to the couch were we curled up under a shared blanket. We stared at the dice on the coffee table as we slowly sipped our drinks.

       “I like your ideas about the movies, I’m just thinking about the fact that we can probably walk into that store and no one will see us. On top of that, once we get into the store the only person who might witness all this is the person behind the counter who spends thirty seconds to ring up the sale. Also the winner of this dare doesn’t seem to get much out of it,” Natalie said.

       “There will always be at least one witness seeing as one of us will be across the street with a video camera. Maybe whoever gets to do the video taping gets to hold onto the tape for future blackmail,” I said, throwing the thought out there knowing Natalie would be just as interested to video tape me as she would to be video taped.

       “Yeah, that would be perfect for whoever wins but we still need to come up with something for the loser so that they have are forced to reveal themselves otherwise buying a dirty movie is going to be meaning less if no one knows who is buying it,” she stopped to think about it. Suddenly her eyes lit up. “I got it. The loser has the buy the movie and lube and pay with a check. Then their name is written on the check for the person at the counter to read and keep as well as if you pay with check they are going to make you show ID.”

       I paused thinking about how embarrassing that would be to have to stand there waiting to buy some perverted movie while the clerk examined my ID. “Definitely. What if on top of that we have to write something on our checks. How about on the notes line we have to write “Call me” and put our real phone number down.”

       “Oh, that’s perfect.”

       A thrill was back in the air. Excitement was budding within us as we planned our fate. We truly were twisted. It wasn’t just the thought of seeing the other person be put through the embarrassment of the dare. In our minds we knew it was just as likely that it would be ourselves forced to endure the humiliation but that was only fueling our antisipation.

       “So the question now is how does the Craps idea fit into all this,” Natalie said trying to come up with a new angle that would fit with that idea.

       “I’m not really sure. In Craps every one loses if a seven is rolled and there are big pay offs if you bet on doubles. But you can also put bets on any of the numbers and you win if your number is rolled. I was mostly just thinking that we assign different things to each number and have to do what ever is rolled,” I said.

       “I think that is a good idea but I’m just thinking about what the winner gets out of all this. Who ever the looser is, they are going to have to go into there. I’m just thinking that the winner ought to get something out of this,” she said, leaving the words hanging. She had an idea but she wasn’t quite ready to throw it out yet.

       “Ok,” I agreed. “The winner probably does deserve to do something. What are you thinking the winner should get?” I asked, knowing Natalie well enough to know that an idea had already taken shape in her mind.

       “What if we maintain the craps theme, lets say that if a seven or a double are rolled no one wins or loses but instead we have a bonus round. If a double or seven are rolled at any point the winner will get to come up with a bonus round. We will both come up with ideas for the movies but in addition to that set of rolls the winner gets to pick another thing that the loser has to do. The winner gets all the say in what the loser has to do.”

       “Hmm, I like that idea,” I said. There was no lack of ideas in each of our minds of things we would like to see the other put through. “So, should we get this started and find out who is going to be going in?”

       “Sounds good,” Natalie said. “What do you think, best out of three, low roll wins?”

       “Alright,” I watched as Natalie picked up both dice.

I took a long sip from my glass as Natalie shook the dice in her hand. The dice clattered as they danced across the wooden table. Softly sucking in my breath I watched as the dice came to rest. I soft curse was uttered by Natalie. Her roll was a pair of fives. A high ten and a double on top of that, the girl was not off to a good start. My six easily beat her ten making me the winner of roll one of three.

One more low roll and I would get to watch Natalie embarrass herself in the store. We each sipped our drinks contemplating the first roll. Picking up the dice Natalie took her second turn. She rolled a five, a good roll but not an impossible number to beat. With dice in hand I took my second roll. A smirk crossed Natalie’s lips and this time it was my turn to curse. My seven not only lost to her five but also meant there were now two bonus rounds for the winner to come up with.

The game was all tied up. There were two bonus rounds to be had and we each had a win under our belts. Our fates would be decided on the last roll. Again Natalie rolled first. The dice bounced around on the table before coming to rest with a five and one facing up. Her six was good but it was beatable. Picking up the dice I shook them long and hard in my hand before letting them go. My throw was too vigorous and the dice danced their way off the table.

       Leaning behind Natalie I peered around the coffee table to see where the dice had landed. An “oh fuck” escaped my lips as I saw the dice. An eight, I had rolled an eight. Natalie was the winner and I had lost. I collapsed across the crouch, laying from end to end leaving Natalie perched on the edge. My arms were up with hands resting on my forehead in defeat.

       With one hand she pulled on my hips moving me away from the back cushions. Momentarily Natalie stood up before kneeling back down on the couch. Her knees came to rest on either sides of my hips. Sitting back she rested her weight on my upper thighs, just below my crotch. She sat there straddling me, slowly running her fingers across my lower stomach were my shirt had been pulled up. Slowly her hands moved up my stomach till finally they began to run slow circles across my breasts, tracing the out lines of my nipples, now fully erect and poking out against the fabric concealing them.

       “Well it looks like somebody seems to have a date tonight with a certain store,” Natalie said emphasizing the point with a soft tap to each nipple.

       “I guess I do. You also have two whole bonus rounds to come up with.” In my most seductive voice I asked, “So Miss Natalie, what on earth are you going to make me do?” A grin spread across my lips as I pondered the things she might come up with. The smile spreading across Natalie’s lips was from the ideas crossing her mind.

       “Hmm, what oh what am I going to do with my little girl,” she paused looking off in the distance. “For starters, I think you are dressed entirely inappropriate for a trip outside. Why don’t you stay right here while I go find something a little more appropriate.”

       Natalie dismounted me to disappear into her bedroom. The ting of hangers being shuffled around in the closet echoed from her room. She returned to the living room with a bundle of cloths in her arms. Dropping the bundle on the floor she meticulously laid out each outfit she had picked. On the left side was a costume I recognized from our freshman year. It is the classic school girl outfit. Plaid skirt, revealing white top, stripped tie, white socks and black heels.

       In the middle was another one of her party costumes. The start of this outfit were the black leather heels. With their towering five inch heels these shoes required grace to wear. The boots were long enough to extend up above the knee to the lower thigh and had laces on the sides running from ankle to thigh. Item two in this risky attire was a mini skirt also made of black leather. Having seen Natalie wear it before I knew it would only extend to my upper thighs when pulled down leaving a nice bit of leg showing between the skirt and boots.

For a top Natalie had pulled out her dark blue leather corset. I have always admired Natalie’s body when she wore the corset to parties. With the laces in the back, she always needed my help to lace her into it before we went to the party then to untie the laces in the evening when we came home. She always made me pull the laces as tight as possible before tying them off. Her breaths would be severely restricted once laced in, limited to short gasps.

Once on though she always looked stunning. The corset followed the lines of her hips rising high on her sides before diving down in a steep V in the front. The top of the corset was tall enough to cover the fronts of her breast but not conceal them entirely. She always got a rush out of walking into a party with her breasts nearly spilling out the top of the corset and watching as every eye fell upon her. The last accessory to the outfit was a tall black leather posture collar adorned with rings on the front and sides. I was always surprised when she not only asked but trusted me enough to lock the collar onto her before we headed out to the parties. Many nights she would entrust me to carry the key around. She always said that she was constantly putting things down and forgetting about them and therefore didn’t want to risk losing the keys if they were in her possession.

       On the right was the final outfit Natalie had picked out. The top was a narrow pink tube top that laced together in the front. It was so skimpy that once it was laced on both the tops and bottoms of the wearers boobs would be showing. The skirt was an ultra mini pink pleated skirt. The rest of the outfit came complete with pink stockings and white heels.

       Obviously one of our favorite parts of college life is the costume parties we always get invited to. We always seemed to find ourselves headed off to the local costume shop in order to pick up a new outfit to wear. As a result, we each had a nice wardrobe of revealing clothing although there was a distinct difference between Natalie’s wardrobe and my own. My selection was far tamer than hers. She loved the attention she got when she wore cloths that were this outrageous where as I was always too embarrassed to wear them. Conversely, where I was embarrassed to go into public nearly naked and Natalie loved it, I enjoyed streaking through campus in the middle of the night where as Natalie was always hesitant to. I was perfectly comfortable streaking in areas I might get seen and Natalie was comfortable wearing revealing cloths to places she would be seen. It was just an odd difference between the two of us.

       Before she sat back down Natalie went into the kitchen to get a pen and paper. At this point I was sitting up on the couch to look at the outfits in the living room as  I waited for Natalie to join me on the couch. Cuddling up beside me Natalie wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder.

       “So this is what I’m thinking,” she started, “if you roll a two through five you’ll be parading around that perverts paradise as a naughty little school girl. A roll of a nine through twelve and we’ll be seeing you strut your stuff down town wearing that skimpy pink outfit. But best of all if you roll a six through eight you’ll be going into the adult store wearing all leather.” She paused as she gave me a squeeze. “Since we decided that the winner gets to have complete control over these bonus rounds, I’ve decided that if you roll an odd number your get to add underwear to those outfits. But if you roll an even number then its all commando for you girl.”

       I spun my head to look her in the eyes. My glare was met by a devilish grin. It was very clear which set of numbers she was hoping I would roll. With skirts so short that standing still and pulled down they were still barely long enough to cover private places, on the move walking down the street was sure to give the public a show of my naughty areas. Turning to face forward I contemplated just how exposed I might end up.

       With a soft kiss on the cheek Natalie added, “Now, if only we can come up with a way to make you bend over in the store and show off that beautiful fanny of yours while you are in there,” as she nuzzled up against my neck.

       Grasping the Dice I gave them a long hard shake before releasing them. Across the table the dice danced. Holding my breath I watched anxiously as the cubes skittered about the table. I could feel Natalie’s squeeze tighten as she intently watched the dice move. Finally the dice rested, their movement died. Facing up were a pair of threes. A hushed “shhhhit” escaped my lips as I hung my head in defeat. Admittedly a small grin could be seen painted on my lips. There was no need to look at Natalie, her smile stretched from one ear to the other. Excitedly Natalie stood up, pulling me off the couch with her.

       “Come on, its time to get you dressed,” Natalie said as she marched me over to the pile of cloths. “Of course, before we can get you dressed, you have to undress. So, start stripping.”

       Natalie was thoroughly enjoying every moment of her victory over me. Although we have both done crazy things together or upon accepting a dare from the other person, this was the first time either of us had completely turned over control of the situation to the other without knowing what the outcome would be. Natalie was taking great pleasure in her new found power over me. I couldn’t deny the fact that I too was enjoying it.

       As I pulled my sweater and t-shirt off Natalie undid my belt and pulled my pants down. In no time at all I was fully disrobed. My skin felt chilled as I stood naked in the room yet a warm glow deep within my core kept me warm. For the first time tonight I realized just how worked up this dare was getting me. With my pants and underwear off a musky scent now filled the air. My face turned red as I smelled just how aroused my body was becoming.

       From the pile of cloths Natalie pulled out the mini skirt that I was destined to wear into the store. The zipper was already down on the skirt as she approached me but even unzipped the skirt still seemed far to small to slide up my hips.

       Natalie crouched down before me holding the skirt open, waiting for me to step into it. Her warm breath caressed the skin on my thighs as her face hovered only inches from my legs. Stepping into the skirt I let Natalie work the tight leather up my legs. Even standing up, Natalie had to use considerable force to pull the skirt up around my hips. With each tug she pulled my hips into her own. Ever so briefly our bodies would touch.

       After considerable effort the skirt was finally up around my hips. Reaching around behind me Natalie used both hands to locate the skirts zipper that was located between my butt cheeks. I thought for sure the stitching would give but the strong leather held firm as it squeezed around my hips. When the zipper was finally fully up the skirt squeezed my hips almost painfully tight and yet oddly enough all I could think about was how good it felt. My legs were pulled together and my ass cheeks were clenched tight. Spreading my legs slightly I could feel a coolness on my exposed pussy. On me, the skirt was just long enough to extend a few inches below my firm butt cheeks.

       While I got used to the feeling of wearing such a tight skirt Natalie was busy picking up the corset from where it lay on the floor. Pulling slack into the laces, she adjusted the corset to better fit over my slightly larger figure. Putting my arms through the corset I let Natalie slide it down over my head. While I held the corset in place Natalie went around behind me and began to pull the slack out of the laces. As instructed, I lifted my arms up over my head. As I did I could feel the corset loosen up around my midsection as my waistline was slightly reduced. The small amount of slack that I had gained was quickly removed when Natalie began to forcefully remove slack from the laces. My back was straightened out as the corset restricted my waist line to an ever smaller figure.

       With larger cleavage than Natalie’s my boobs were already trying to spill out of the corset even before the upper laces were pulled tight. With increased vigor Natalie continued to pull the laces tighter and tighter. Starting at the bottom she meticulously worked her way up my back till the laces were tight from top to bottom. My chest was squeezed to the point that I could only manage short breaths. Straining the material, my ample cleavage was now threatening to burst the fabric surrounding it. By boobs looked as though they would pop free of the corset that was squeezing them together and propping them up on display.

       As the final knots were made I was allowed to lower my arms back down to my sides. Lowering my arms only seemed to make the corset tighten around my body. With my arms at my sides I found it even harder to breath. Now, fully laced into the corset, the stiff material and tight lacing held my torso in perfect posture. While I was still getting used to the feeling of a restricted waist line, Natalie was busily selecting the next article for my wardrobe.

       She did not return with the heels that were piled on the floor but instead carried over the black leather posture collar. Until now I hadn’t noticed that she had brought out the lock that commonly went with the collar. A small chill ran up my spine as I saw Natalie approach with the silver lock lazily swinging from her finger.

From behind me Natalie fitted me with the collar. A gentle hand lifted my chin up as the collar was pulled from the front of my neck around back. The leather squeezed my neck from all sides just as the corset was doing to my waist. Just as the collar was beginning to squeeze so tightly that it began to choke me an audible click was heard. The collar relaxed slightly as the material strained against the locked buckle. It loosened just enough to make the posture collar comfortably tight around the neck. My neck was now held in place forcing me to look straight ahead. The collar prevented any movement in my neck. With a rigid neck and a straight back I felt as though I had grown three inches. The corset and collar combined to lock my upper body in a single pose.

The last articles of clothing to finish off my wardrobe were the tall leather boots. Moving me over to the side of the couch, Natalie placed me in a position where I could brace myself while she worked the boots up my legs. Starting with the right foot Natalie slowly worked the leather boot up my leg letting slack into the laces as she did. When my foot finally made it to the end of the long boot I found my toes were left in a point as my heel was held up high in the air. I realized that I was going to have trouble walking in these tall heels. With great care and patience Natalie pulled the slack out of the boot laces. Starting at the ankle she meticulously worked her way up my leg pulling all the slack out of the laces. As her work progressed I felt the boots continuously tightening up. Starting at my ankle the boots squeezed my legs till finally from toe to lower thigh my legs were tightly cocooned in leather. The whole process was quickly repeated and in short order I found my other leg just as wrapped up in leather as the first.

       Moving myself back around to the front of the couch proved to be a difficult task now that I was confined within all this restrictive clothing. Sitting proved to be even more difficult. The stiff corset and tall posture collar restricted the movement of my upper body to the point that I could only bend over at the hips. As I went to sit down I felt the skimpy leather skirt ride up which was an experience all of its own now with no underwear on. Even holding the skirt down it still rose up such that when I sat down most of my ass was exposed and sitting naked on the couch. Even with my legs closed I knew that my crotch was probably exposed. Here with Natalie that really didn’t matter but out in public it could quickly become a bit of an issue. It suddenly dawned on me that there was no way this was the skirt that Natalie so frequently wore to parties.

       “So what’s up next?” I asked knowing full well that Natalie was already brainstorming a list of ideas for the two bonus rolls that were remaining.

       “I’m thinking, I’m thinking. Hold your horses,” Natalie said.

Sitting on the couch Natalie turned her body so that she was facing me then picked up the pad of paper and pencil and began writing a list. I turned my body as best I could to try and sneak a peak at the list she was creating but my outfit prevented me from moving anything but my eyes. Watching her out of the corner of my eye I saw a repeating pattern of an excited smile spreading across her face before she would frantically add a new idea to her list.

A buzz of anticipation grew within me with each new item Natalie added to her master list. Thoughts of things that might come filled my mind as I pondered all the naughty items available to be purchased in the store I would soon be visiting. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I saw her flip over the paper she had been writing on to continue the list on a second page. As my initial excitement calmed I realized that with two more bonus rolls Natalie was probably coming up with two separate lists. It wasn’t until the second list was fully complete that Natalie tore the first page off and allowed me to see it.

“The next round is titled ‘Toys aren’t just for boys’,” Natalie proclaimed as she put the list down on the table in front of me.

Resting my hands on the table I supported myself as I bent my whole body over in order to look down at the list. I could feel Natalie smiling as she watched me struggle with every movement. Natalie’s title was pretty accurate. The list in front of me covered a selection of sex toys, one of which I was sure to own at the end of the night. Numbers six through eight covered sex beads. Seven was for smaller beads but six and eight were medium sized beads. Starting at five and going down to two were dildos growing in size as the number decreased. The list of toys couldn’t be complete if numbers nine through twelve didn’t cover a range of butt plugs with high numbers being the grande sizes.

“You will see I was fair with this list. The easy middle numbers are the tamest items,” she said, pleased with herself and her generosity. “Ohh, new idea just hit me. There is now going to be an added stipulation to that list. If you roll an even number, what ever the item is, it has to be a vibrator. Odd numbers just mean it’s a regular old toy.”

       Picking up the dice I gave them a couple good shakes in my hand before dropping them onto the table. When the dice came to rest a four and a six were facing up. A ten meant a medium sized butt plug. An even number meant the plug had to vibrate. I would have much rather gotten the grande dildo instead of any ass plug. It just seems too weird for people to want to put things up their ass.

       Ripping the next sheet from the paper pad, Natalie laid out the next list where I could see it. List two covered the kinky accessories. There were blind folds, handcuffs, crops and eight other items on the list. Collecting the dice I gave them a shake and let them roll. First one dice came to rest, a two on the top position. Taking its time the second dice slowly ended its dance across the table, it was another two. Doubles, yet another bonus round was in store. Checking the list I discovered what item I would be purchasing. Written next to the number for was one word, gag. Lube, porno, a butt plug and gag, what was the sales person going to think when they see me buying all that stuff when I’m dressed like this.

       “So what’s the next round going to be?” I asked, intrigued to know what Natalie’s devilish mind could come up with.

       “I’m not sure what else there is that is worth getting. How about you just roll again and we will work off the same list,” she answered.

       Once again I picked up the dice to roll for an accessory. Dice bounced across the wooden table as they came out of my hand. Luckily for me there were no doubles or sevens on this roll. The casual eight that the dice totaled meant that the bonus rounds were finally over. Scanning through the list I found the item corresponding to rolling an eight. According to the list I was going to be the proud owner of a shinny new pair of hand cuffs by the end of tonight.

       There was no need for Natalie to make up a list for the next roll, we had already agreed upon the variety of movies to roll for. Once again I put my fate into a roll of the dice. I prayed for middle numbers, with all the other items I was going to be purchasing I wanted something easy to buy. What I got was a pair of sixes. Doubles and high numbers, the worst possible combination. From what we had originally come up with high numbers meant the movie had to be in the cum guzzling gang bang variety.

       “Ha, ha, isn’t somebody just one big kinky slut. You must have one hell of a night planned for yourself with all that gear,” Natalie teased, pretending to be a stranger stumbling upon me as I carried out all my items.

       “Oh shut up,” I snapped back, “we both know you’re just too embarrassed to buy this yourself. I’m sure as soon as I make it back here with everything you will be racing to try it all out first.” Our playful banter continued on down a course of increasingly vulgar accusations as the laughter rose.

       “Ok, ok, enough stalling, time to roll again. I think for this last bonus roll you should have to get yet another movie. After all, you can’t make an entire evening out of one gangbang flick.”

       A comment came to my mind but I chose not to say it. Yet again I plucked the dice from the table to shake them in my hand. Yet again dice flew through the air to decide my fate. Once again I hit the end of the spectrum, fate seemed to have me rolling any thing but statistics. With rolls like this I could be the favorite at any table. It wasn’t a high number like the twelve I had rolled before but instead a low three. From what Natalie and I had agreed upon before low numbers meant movies involving heavy fetishes, something in the range of latex to bondage. Natalie couldn’t stop laughing, she was already imaging the faces of the people I was going to run into while I carried hand cuffs and bondage flicks.

       “Ok then, now that we know what you are getting, what do you say we get going,” Natalie said as she stood up.

       We finished our drinks and headed for the door. Natalie rounded up everything she would need, primarily the camera. She turned it on and checked that the batteries were charged. Wanting to make sure nothing would stop her from capturing my exhibitionism on film she disappeared into her room to retrieve an extra battery and recording disk.

       Stepping outside her apartment I immediately felt the cool October air on my exposed skin. A small gust of wind chillingly reminded me of my lack of underwear. Walking out to my car was a bit of a challenge. My steps were small and measured, in these high heels any crack in the pavement could send me tumbling. It wasn’t till I started to fall over and had to catch myself that I remembered just how revealing my attire was. As I started to fall I bent at the waist and quickly took a long stride to regain my balance. Doing so caused the short skirt to ride up well above the bottoms of my ass cheeks. Natalie couldn’t help but give me a playful spank on my exposed ass as she passed me on her way to her car. Straightening back up I wondered if I had just put on a display to someone in the surrounding buildings. Just as I was about to get into my car Natalie came racing back over to me.

       “Before you drive off you need to do something,” Natalie said to me as she reached me. Her voice was hushed limiting our conversation to ourselves.

       All I could give her was a confused look. I couldn’t remember the drive being part of our deal.

       “Your check book, I want to see you actually write your phone number on it,” she said referring to the part of the bet where the loser had to write a note on their check saying “call me,” along with our cell phone number.

       “What’s the matter, you don’t think I will do it when I paying,” I replied as though I had just been insulted.

       “No,” was all she replied.

       She was right, if I could get out of that little piece of embarrassment I would have. With the watchful eyes of Natalie on me I wrote the quick note on the next check. Finally satisfied, Natalie returned to her car while I got into mine. As before on the couch, sitting made the skirt ride way up. My bare ass was exposed as I sat on the cold leather seat in my car. With out haste I turned the car on to start warming it up.

       Leaving the parking lot I followed Natalie through town on the way to our destination. I felt completely exposed driving through town with my skirt almost all the way up. Apprehension and excitement filled me as I drove. My mind raced, filled with a variety of possibilities. The risk of exposure, the trouble I could get in.

       The drive to get to the store was short. Natalie and I were momentarily both stopped at a red light. I was in the right lane with the shop to my right. Natalie was in the left lane waiting to turn into the mall. Her plan was to park across the street in the mall parking lot and film me from there. While she was positioning her car I drove to the corner of the store’s parking lot and parked in the stall next to the traffic light. I waited there for her phone call but it was only a brief amount of time.

       Once her call came in letting me know she was filming and ready for me I got out of my car.  The stiff posture collar prevented me from turning my head sideways and looking for Natalie while I was sitting in my car. To my left was the mall. On the right side, back behind me was the store. Red light illuminated me as the traffic lights changed. Standing outside my car with the door still open I hesitated. A driver in a hurry brought his car to a swift stop in the turn lane ahead of me.

       A quick glance in my direction was all they needed for me to capture their attention. He didn’t turn his head to stare. The drivers head stayed mostly forward, cocked just enough to my side to watch me out of the corner of his eyes. Traffic was still moving on the main street but I noticed most of the cars began to slow as they reached the intersection instead of the usual race through a stale green light. Knowing people were watching as I prepared to enter the store filled my stomach with butterflies and left a noticeable tingle in my pussy.

       Here I was, standing in the parking lot of an adult store dressed in a very restrictive and revealing outfit. Traffic was light but there were still cars driving by. With my head locked in place by the tall posture collar there was no way for me to hide my eyes. I was forced to look straight ahead at all the passing cars to see all the vehicles occupants looking back at me. Turning to look across the road I stared into the dark parking lot of the mall. There, in a parking stall next to the road was Natalie’s car. On the dashboard of the car I could just make out the faint red glow of the camcorder.

Finally, I slammed the door to my car. Without thinking I pressed the remote on my keys to lock the doors and arm the cars alarm. The cars light’s flashed and the loud beep of the security alarm activating hit me like a punch from a heavy weight. No one in the area could have missed the lights flashing and the high pitched beep of the alarm being armed. More eyes were on me. I put them all in the back of my mind. One foot in front of the other I made my way to the store’s entrance.

The click of my heels echoed off the wall striking my ears like a deafening thunder. My senses were hyper tuned now. My mind was on edge as I exposed myself in public. This was different then running down a hallway naked were there was the possibility of someone seeing me. The lights of the parking lot kept me fully illuminated to the street

       As embarrassing as this trip into the store was I knew it was only a taste of what I would be feeling on the return trip out of the store. I was anxious to go into the store to buy something and embarrassed at being seen going into the store. My exhibitionist desires loved being on display dressed in my attire. Despite the flood of emotions I was going through I couldn’t help but let a small smile touch my lips. I couldn’t deny the arousal I got from my own embarrassment. The promise of more to come only encouraged a deep seeded desire to enter the store.

I paused briefly at the door despite my focus on the things I was preparing to do. Some habits just can’t be broken. It was late in the evening and the parking lot was empty in front of the store. A sense of disappointment washed over me when I first thought that the store might be closed. From where I stood I could see no one inside the store. Looking at the sign on the door I saw that the store should be open for another hour but I wondered with the lack of customers if they hadn’t closed up shop early.

       Testing the door I found that it was unlocked. Pulling it open I hesitantly stepped into the store. Breaking through the door’s threshold I was immediately greeted by a standard ring of a doorway bell. I scanned the store as best I could without being able to move my head. From the far right I heard the store clerk call me as she came over. She had been bent down straightening out a rack of shoes which was why I hadn’t seen her from the outside. I was surprised when she asked to see some ID but then remembered there are laws protecting minors from more things then just alcohol. Once she was satisfied that my ID was real she left me alone to roam about the store.

       The store was arranged so that in the front near the winders was all the low key items like clothing and lingerie. The wall to the right had an opening where a door could be hung but no door was present. Above the opening was the word videos. At one point that wall had separated this store front from the one next to it. From the outside I hadn’t realized that this store had leased the adjoining store front. The two spaces were now connected by this one door sized gap in the wall. 

Hidden in the back corner I could see the kinkier items while to my left I found an entire wall devoted to sex toys of all shapes and sizes. I decided to start with the sex toys and eventually work my way back over to the videos. The wall of sex toys was a little overwhelming at first, there were some many selections I could hardly wrap my head around what I was staring at. Eventually as I walked down the wall of toys I came to a point where the selection transitioned from dildos to butt plugs.

As I looked through the variety of plugs on display I became very grateful that this dare only encompassed having to buy the toys. We had never made the rule that any of the items purchased would ever have to be used. In previous conversations Natalie had admitted to trying anal sex and to a certain extend even enjoyed it. I on the other hand have never had the desire to lose my anal virginity. Looking at the sizes of toys on the wall I a little shocked to see just how large they were. What I call large was what they had advertised as medium. The large toys I couldn’t even imagine using.

Without doing much in the way of browsing I found a butt plug labeled as a  medium vibrating plug and pulled it off the wall. Turning around I went back to a stand of lubes that I had passed by before. There was a large selection and I couldn’t tell the difference between any of them. Of all the things I was supposed to buy, the lube was the one thing I could foresee using at some point in time. Seeing a tube of lube with the word desensitizing made me think of several guys I had been with and their short performances. I’ve heard of desensitizing condoms meant to give guys longer performance. If I had to buy a lube I figured I may as well get something that might turn some of the one minute wonders I have been with into at least a two minute rodeo.

Wandering through the racks of clothing I made my way over to the corner of the store containing the leather items with a boxed butt plug in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. I couldn’t help but think about how weird it would be to walk through any other place with a butt plug in your hand yet in this store the girl who was working barely took notice of it as I passed her. Reaching the leather section I realized my next items would probably draw a little more scrutiny.

Putting the boxed butt plug under one arm and adding the lube on top of it, I made room to pick up the next items. There was an assortment of articles hanging off of hooks on the wall. There were blindfolds, cuffs, crops and of course a variety of gags. The latter stretched from floor to ceiling but the higher items were more for display then anything else. Towards the ground I saw a ball gag that looked like it would be pretty cheep. I started to crouch down to pick it up but the rise of my skirt made me stop short. Long before I ever got in reach of the gag the skirt would rise to a very exposing height. Standing back up I did my best to pull the skirt back down. I hoped my failed attempt to pick out the gag had gone un-noticed. I didn’t dare look over to see if the girl was looking since that would mean turning my entire body around which was bound to be noticed. In the end I settled on a larger gag that looked more expensive but had the benefit of being at chest height, easily within my reach. Just a little ways over on the wall was a packaged set of black handcuffs that I added to my assembly of items.

Turning to head towards the doorway to the movie section I couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes focused on me. As I had feared the last two articles coupled with the first two items I had picked up combined to paint an intriguing picture for my onlooker. The tight leather I was wearing only added exotic colors to that picture. My hands were clenched into fists as I fought the urge to itch the tingle that was growing deep down south. My cheeks were on fire as I blushed but so was by pussy. The girl working the store was studying me as I moved towards the entrance to the video section of the store. She made no effort to hide the fact she was meticulously watching my every move. With watchful eyes beading down on me I disappeared into the side room of the store to pick out the movies.

       Entering the vast room of videos I was astonished to find the immense number of movies available. There were as many different DVD’s here as you would find at any local video rental store. I strolled through the maze of aisles trying to find anything even close to the movies I was supposed to be buying. The store had a wide range of movies but from what I was looking at they were all well within the soft-core zone of porno’s. I didn’t even want to contemplate what kind of penalties Natalie might come up with if I walked out of here without buying any movies. After all, this whole dare was originally about movies.

       As I rounded a shelf of movies my body momentarily faced towards the doorway separating the two halves of the store. Leaning against the door frame was the store’s sole worker. She had followed me into the movie room and was now just standing there, staring at me as I browsed the movies. I walked around lost in a sea of movies without coming across the style I needed to buy. The stiff posture collar wasn’t helping my search any. My sight was mostly limited to what was above waist level. Anything below chest height I couldn’t see with collar holding my head in position and the corset preventing me from bending over.

       From behind me I heard the workers voice. “Excuse me, are you finding everything you need,” she asked in a pleasant voice. There was a subtle sense of intrigue in her voice. Her tone carried with it a genuine interest in my efforts that went well beyond an employee trying to help a lost customer.

       “Yeah, I’ve got everything I needed. I’m just trying to pick out a couple of movies,” I said. I felt bad after I said it. My tone was short, I was a little embarrassed about buying sex videos and having someone there watching me pick through all the videos wasn’t helping my embarrassment any. The embarrassment might have fueled my arousal but it was also something I was always going to try to avoid if possible.

       “Exactly what type of film are you interested in,” she said in a manner that conveyed the point that whether I told her up front or waited to purchase the movies, she would find out what I was into eventually.

       “Do you have any movies..,” I paused, “a little more exotic?” The section we were in didn’t extend much beyond cheerleaders stripping.

Exotic was the best description I could think of for the movies I had come in here to buy. By no means had I provided her with enough information to know what I was talking about. Working a store like this had given her the ability to quickly judge a person and understand their desires. The woman paused for a second and looked at me from head to toe then gave the items in my hands a quick once over.

“I think what you’re looking for is right over here,” she said with the same manner as a grocery store employee telling you where the bread is at. Although I couldn’t put my finger on it, there was something more to her tone. She seemed amused with me as she led me through the aisles.

She brought me over to a section of videos I had only given a brief glance at. The top of the shelf was gay porn which is why I hadn’t given it a second look. On the lower racks were movies all about bondage. I guess it did make sense that she would think this is what I wanted. Dressed in tall heels, a skimpy leather skirt, tight corset and a posture collar that was locked on it was an easy assumption to make. The handcuffs and ball gag might have also helped her though. In the end she was right. I looked over the movies trying to pick one out. She pointed at a few showing me which ones she considered to be the best.

Swallowing my pride I finally worked up the courage to ask, “Do any of these also have a latex theme to them?”

The question caught her a little off guard but only for a minute. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to be into latex but then again I really wasn’t. Finally she just pointed at a movie and said, “right there is a good one.” I think she purposefully pointed at a movie on the bottom self. She made no move to help me by picking the movie up for me. Instead I had to squat down in order to reach it. As I did the skirt road up to my hip leaving my entire backside exposed to her. Standing back up I quickly pulled it back down.

“Sorry about that,” I apologized.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind,” she said with a wide smile. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” she asked as she started to turn for the counter thinking I now had everything I wanted.

“Actually there is one more thing.” She paused and turned back towards me. She was suddenly intrigued by what my next item might be. “Do you have any movies involving group sex, something that includes facial shots?”

This time she didn’t lead me down another aisle. This time she decided to stay where she was and work the information out of me. “Sure, there are lots of movies like that. What exactly are you looking for? Are you more interested in orgies where there are just a lot of people having sex or are you looking for something more along the lines of gang bangs?” She asked trying to gauge my reaction to the question. “Are you into scenes where there are a number of guys and girls having sex or are you more interested in one girl doing lots of guys?” Her words were meticulously chosen to turn a question about movie styles into an admittance of my own sexuality.

“Do you have movies here where one girl has sex with several guys?” I asked, trying to act surprised that those types of movies could be found here.

“I think I might know of a couple movies that would fit that category,” she casually answered while forming her next question in her head. “You mentioned you had an interest in movies involving facials, what are you specifically looking for? Are your interests more in the realm of giving head or do you enjoy the cum aspect of things whether it is on the face, in the mouth or in other location?”

This girl wasn’t moving an inch. She stood where she was, determined to pry every last embarrassing detail from me. In that sense, this stranger was beginning to remind me a lot of Natalie. If she truly did have that same personality it would mean that she wouldn’t let me go until I revealed absolutely everything to her. Given the specific terms to the dare that Natalie and I had agreed on I knew I couldn’t walk out of this store with a movie that fell anything short of girls swallowing the cum from the multiple guys that fucked them.

“What I’m looking for is anything where a girl is doing a bunch of guys and ends up taking a lot of cum.” My face was burning and my pussy was absolutely buzzing with excitement. I can only imagine how many shades of red I must have turned asking for a movie about cum shots. I stood where I was waiting for her response. My legs were slightly apart. My cunt was on fire and getting desperate for attention.

“I have a couple of movies that I think are exactly what you are looking for. Let me go grab them from the back while you take your stuff up to the counter. Unless of course you need anything else for tonight.” There was a sharp emphasis on her last sentence. There was a stern implication that all these purchases would quickly be out of their containers and be used for a wild night.

“No, I think I have everything I need,” with that said she disappeared into the back of the store while I brought my purchases up to the counter. While I waited for her to return I started to write out my check. As per the rules of the dare, my note with my phone number was already written on the check. I started writing the date and pay to the order of lines so that when she returned all I would need is a price.

Returning from the employee only section of the store, the girl carried two movies. She went behind the counter but handed the movies over to me while she busily went about scanning all the items piled on the table. The two movies she handed to me she never scanned.

As I held the movies in my hand I realized these two movies weren’t sold in stores but were either downloaded off the internet or made at home. Both movies came in typical DVD cases but their cover work was the sort of thing someone would do at their house on a computer and photo printer. The front and back cover pictures were included just like you would find on any movie but the polished quality was severely lacking.

Looking at the front cover photo of the first movie was enough to understand what the movie involved. It wasn’t the title of the movie that explained the plot but simply the picture. The front cover picture on the case was taken in a basement. In the center of the picture was a girl with her mouth wide open and cum literally covering her face. She was naked except for a dog collar around her neck with a leash attached.  The leash was held by one of the seven guys surrounding her. Each one of them had an erect cock pointed towards her tiny mouth. On the back of the cover were numerous pictures of the girl as she serviced all the different guys.

The second movie was even worse. It had the same type of homemade cover design. On the front of the second movie was a picture of a girl tied up on a picnic table in somebody’s back yard. She had one guys cock in her mouth while a second guy fucked her up the ass. There were several other guys standing around in the yard watching the girl get double fucked. The men were all standing there drinking their beer and playing with their rock hard pricks.

The most shocking piece of the photo was not the guys watching or the girl getting double fucked while she was tied to a bench. The thing that made my mouth hang open was what two of the guys in the background were wearing. I held the movie up closer to my face so that I could make out the words written on the guys’ clothes. With wide eyes and open mouth I read the words on the shirt. Not only were their shirts our school’s colors, the letters were too. Two guys with our school shirts on could only mean one thing. This amateur movie wasn’t downloaded and bootlegged, it was filmed and created right here in town.

Without looking or pausing what she was doing the girl behind the counter asked, “Is that what you are looking for?” There was a tone of seduction in her voice as she asked.

“Yeah, this is good,” hesitantly I answered. My face was burning with embarrassment. I had what I needed to fulfill the dare but in the process I was coming across like a complete pervert. Despite the fact my purchases were making me look like a sex freak the girl behind the register just kept ringing up my items like I was buying a pop and a candy bar at the corner store. Even with her causal demeanor and flirtatious tones I could still feel a sense of deep enjoyment from her as she pried little pieces of embarrassing information out of me.

As the last item was scanned the final part of the dare was about to be reached. The total price was up on display which was surprisingly high but I couldn’t exactly take anything back. I frantically filled out the check so that I could quickly gather up all the purchases and walk out of the store with them in hand. Unfortunately she was faster than me and the moment I was dreading arrived.

“No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll don’t need one,” I said stopping her in mid move as she started to pull out a plastic bag.

“You don’t want a bag for all this?” she asked, shocked that anyone would want to carry out their purchases. It must of shocked her even more I would want to carrying these types of outside. Even the biggest eco-freak would say fuck you to the planet and take the plastic bag instead of carrying a butt plug, pornos and other deviant items out into public. But here I was wanting to carry it all out onto the street in view of every one.

“No, its ok. I don’t need one,” I said without offering an excuse. I didn’t give here a reason because there was no excuse to be had. Of course I would want to have all my purchases hidden deep within a bag but part of the dare was that the loser had to walk out of the store carrying everything in hand.

As she looked at my car in the corner of the parking lot right next to the semi-busy intersection, I hurriedly finished writing the check and handed it over to her. I saw her see the note but was thankful that she didn’t press the issue. Gathering up the lube, gag, hand cuffs, butt plug and three movies I made my way to the door.

Once again the cool night air caressed my skin. I was again painfully aware of my lack of underwear as the moister now covering my pussy quickly cooled in the night’s air. Across the road I could still see Natalie’s car parked with a little red glow on her dashboard. It was too dark to make her out inside the car. The mall was run down and most of the parking lot lights had long ago burnt out. In truth that area of the parking lot was so dark that it was hard to even see the outline of her car. The red light on the camcorder could just be seen if you knew it was there. I held my purchase up so that Natalie could get a good zoomed in shot before I disappeared to my car.

I was so focused on proving that I had completed the dare that I completely forgot that there was a girl in the store behind me watching me hold up all my devious new items in full display of everyone passing by. I was so focused on Natalie that I wasn’t paying any attention to the eyes in the cars driving by that bore down on me just as intensely as Natalie’s camera. That little lapse in judgment was over and I quickly turned and walked off red from embarrassment and arousal. I was embarrassed about having put myself on display but still incredibly turned on by it at the same time.

As I headed towards the intersection I was thankful that no one was parked at the red light. The closer I got to the two roads the easier it was for people to clearly see what I was carrying. Not really thinking, I dumped everything on the hood of my while I fished the keys out of my purse. Adrenaline was pumping through my body making my hands shake. The dare had put me on a massive high. I fumbled with my keys trying to grasp in my hand the remote for the car.

The cars lights flashed as I unlocked the car. It was as I started to open the door that I first noticed a car approaching the intersection. It was driving down the road that led to the entrance to the mall and was only seconds away from reaching the intersection. Looking over my shoulder I saw that the light was red meaning that this person was about to come to a stop right across the street from me. I flung my door open and quickly tossed all the items sitting on the hood of my car into the passenger seat before jumping in myself. I practically dove into the car I was so anxious to get in. I had the door locked even before it was slammed shut. I watched as the car turned right onto the main street without waiting for the light to change.

       Safely in my car I suddenly felt a small wave of disappointment rush over me. The adventure was fun and yet a little dissatisfactory. Now that I was safely in my car all the excitement was out of the night. Walking into that store dressed in hooker heels, leather mini skirt, corset and locked on posture collar had made me feel alive. I had just mastered my greatest feat of exhibitionism and now I wanted more. My original fears and anticipation came from the belief that I would enter into this dare and be confronted with people telling me I was perverted, that I would be forced to endure the ridicule of strangers for purchasing toys to indulge in my dark desires of sin.

       Instead of a walk of shame I was given gracious treatment by the store’s employee. Despite purchasing videos that had to be shocking even to her all I received was a few embarrassing questions. A few people driving by had seen me walk out of the store with an armful of items but no one stopped to say anything. I realized now that the thrill of exhibition was the risk factor. The risk of what will happen if I get caught. More importantly the thrill of exhibition is the question of what you might have to do once you have been caught.

       With revitalized energy I decided to continue on with the risk factor in this little mission I was on. By the rules the dare was over, but a voice inside my head told me that a true dare should only finish where it started. Since all of this had begun back in the apartment I thought it might be suiting that it shouldn’t end until I returned to it. It was this same renewed spirit I had now that was the cause of all those nights Natalie and I had streaked. It was the same spirit that made me want to make out with Natalie any time I was in a large crowd of boys. It was this same spirit that had led me to let people video tape me playing with myself at a party. Deep within me was a passion to entice others and do things now that will force me to deal with the consequences later. In some unknown depth of my mind was a sadistic desire to embarrass myself. As a rule this side of me only came out at the end of a long night of drinking which made me suddenly question just how inebriated I was right now from the drinks back at the apartment.

       Sitting in the car, still parked facing the intersection, I started opening the small box containing the handcuffs. Pulling out the cuffs I was careful to make sure the keys didn’t fall out and get lost between the seats. Checking first that the keys would indeed unlock the cuffs I dropped the keys into the cup holder before locking one of the cuffs around the base of the rearview mirror. Instead of fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror I now had a shiny black pair of handcuffs. The butt plug, gag, lube and movies I moved from the passenger seat to the dashboard. I was now ready to roll with all my purchases on display. Before I got the car rolling I decided to do one last piece of exhibitionism. Wiggling in the seat I pulled the mini skirt up all the way, till it was rolled up around my hips. Anybody parked along side me was now destined to get a good look at what I had to offer.

       Starting my car, I carefully backed out of the parking stall. Making my way through the parking lot, I eventually made it to the side street. Making a left was I quickly parked at the red light. I was at the intersection next to the store facing towards the mall. I patiently waited at the red light but nothing happened. There were still cars driving down the main road but at intervals of more than a minute. After a few minutes I realized that the stupid traffic sensor that I was parked over must have failed to register my car. I was essentially parked at a red light that didn’t know a car was here.

       As I saw it I had two options. I could either make a free right and take the very long way around to meet up with Natalie or I could go through the light even though it was still red. This part of town sucked. The entire town was somewhat poverty stricken but this section of town was the worst. Just like the parking lot lights across the street that were burned out, coming to intersections with broken sensors wasn’t an uncommon thing. Before I ran a red light I did look both left and right down the main street as best I could. With the limited mobility offered by the collar and corset it wasn’t easy to look side to side. I stared in the rearview mirror for a few long seconds.

       No cops were in sight. I let the next car go by then looked left and right again. It would be a good minute or more before the next car made it to the intersection. Gunning my engine slightly I made no haste in diving through the intersection. No sooner had my car cleared the intersection than did I see a set of flashing lights before me. A patrol car was sitting in the mall’s parking lot watching the intersection. The car was hiding behind one of the many landscaping planter areas spread through out the parking lot. Even though the planter only consisted of a few mature trees, some low shrubs and a wooden fence it had been enough to conceal the car from my eyes.

       There was no point in trying to run. I had run the red light and there was no way the cop had missed me. Driving around the landscaping planter I pulled up in front of the patrol car and turned off the engine. I was confident that even though the cop had seen me run the red light I could still get out of it. After all, I had waited way longer than it should take for any light to turn green before I went through the red light.

       I was so preoccupied about how to get out of the ticket that I failed to notice a lot of different things. The most noticeable was that as the patrol car shined its spot light into my eyes the black hand cuffs I had hung onto the rearview were still there swinging back and forth. Along with the cuffs I still had the lube, dvds, gag and butt plug sitting up on the dash all of which the officer should have already seen. What the officer was about to see as he walked around the front of my car was that my skirt was hiked up around my hips fully exposing my wet sex. As the cop came up next to my door I tried to roll the window down but with the car turned off the window didn’t budge.

       It wasn’t until the moment that I was opening my door to talk to the cop that the most important fact hit me, the one fact I had completely missed. As the person in uniform fully opened my door I finally noticed that the lights on the patrol car were all yellow. Police have all the colors on there light but most importantly the police have blue lights. They are the only ones who have blue lights. As I looker at the belt of the man standing in my door way I couldn’t help but notice the complete lack of a gun. It suddenly dawned on me that I had just pulled myself over for a mall security cop.

       Pulling out his flashlight the security cop pointed the bright light inside my car. For a long moment the beam of light held its position on the butt plug resting on the dash. Then it paused on each of the movies and gag before finally casting its light on the black cuffs hanging from the mirror. With all the dashboard items inspected the light turned onto me starting with the collar locked around my neck. The blinding light slowly made its way down my body before resting for nearly an eternity on my fully exposed crotch.

       “You know I watched you go right through that red light.” He said as he shone his light in my face.

       “I know, but it wasn’t my fault. You know how long that light lasted. I waited there a long time before I went through.” I pleaded trying to make him understand.

       “Yeah, and had you just run through that light I would have let you go with out calling the police. But now that you started speaking I’ve noticed a distinct smell of alcohol on you breath. Letting someone run a red light is not a big deal but letting someone drive away while they are under the influence of alcohol is a serious crime. “

       “I swear, I’ve only had two drinks all night,” I was lying, those two drinks had enough alcohol in them for four strong drinks.

       “Diving drunk is a serious crime. I think we’re going to have to get the police involved here.”

       “Oh god, please don’t. I swear I’m not that drunk,” I said in a panic. “I will do anything you want. Just please don’t call the cops,” I begged.

       The beam of light moved back to the handcuffs that were as black as the night. From the cuffs the light lazily moved over to the movies where it held steady while the man looked through the glass seemingly lost in deep thought as he stared at the titles. With each passing second that the light held firm its position upon the porno’s the more uncomfortable I became. This was that severe moment of embarrassment both Natalie and I had imagined when we came up with this dare. The moment where the person was forced to endure the judgment cast onto them by a stranger.

       I began to squirm in my seat as my discomfort grew. A pit was forming were my stomach once was. That bright light which had stayed so long on the movies moved on to the red ball gag beside the movies. It didn’t linger as long as it did on the movies but it still felt unbearable. By far, the worst pause came when the light finally found its way over to the shiny new butt plug still in its packaging. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the spotlight moved from the embarrassing items on the dash to the reveling outfit I was wearing. The light started its journey across my body beginning at my exposed crotch. Moving from between my legs the light traveled up my restricted waist and paused on my cleavage before continuing up to the lock on the back of the collar. My eyes strung as the light shone on my face. In all, the security cop spent about the same amount of time examining my entire body as he did looking at one of the items on the dash.

       “Driving drunk is a serious crime you know. In the past you might be able to get away with just getting a ticket. These days with all the deaths from drunken driving accidents you don’t get away that easily. Law enforcement is really cracking down and is handing out some pretty severe punishments to individuals to try to set examples and teach people it isn’t ok to drive drunk. I don’t think I can just let you go. You’ve committed a pretty big crime that I’m sorry to say is probably going to come with serious penalties.”

       A DUI on my record would be a very bad thing. Assuming they didn’t suspend my license I, at a minimum, would be looking at a massive fine as well as high insurance. My parents would absolutely freak if they found out I had driven with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system. A screw up like this and I could pretty much count on my parents revoking the allowance that allowed me to live a comfortable life by college standards.

       “Please don’t call the cops. I’ll do anything you want if we can leave the police out of this.” I was desperate. Right now sex with a security cop sounded a lot better then having the police get called in.

       There was a long pause as he weighed a big decision in his mind. He mulled over things for a long while before he finally spoke.

“How about we start by getting you out from behind the wheel,” was all he said.

I did as the night guard requested and extricated myself from behind the wheel of my car. I would have hung my head in shame knowing I was about to be handcuffed but the posture collar prevented it. Natalie would soon capture my arrest on film. Reaching into the cars interior the man used his key to unlock the handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror. As he bent over to reach into my car I noticed that he had his own handcuffs that would have been just as easy to use.

“I don’t think these really belong around a mirror,” he said holding out the handcuffs.

Standing in front of him I held out my wrists waiting for the cold steel to be slapped on. Instead of locking the cuffs around my wrist he made a swirling motion with his finger. Turning around so that I was facing away from him, I pulled my arms behind my back. The cold kiss of steel did not immediately touch my wrists. With a fair amount of strength the man pulled on the laces of the corset at mid-upper back. He pulled all the slack he could into one cross of laces pulling the rest of the corset even tighter around my body.

After slipping the handcuffs through the laces the man locked the cuffs around my wrists. My arms were pinned behind my back. My wrists were held up by the cuffs at my mid to upper back about the same level as my breasts. The position turned out to be not overly uncomfortable. The cuffs hurt my wrists a little bit but aside from that factor it wasn’t too bad. One thing the position did do was leave me completely vulnerable.

Now that I was cuffed and under control the man casually walked over to the patrol car and turned off his lights. My world plunged back into darkness while my eyes slowly adjust to the shadows. The small cluster of trees we were parked next to shaded us from the glow of the street lights. The parking lot lights in this area all seemed to have burnt out bulbs. Looking over towards the mall, a look of deep through formed across the man’s face. While looking at the mall the man grabbed me and moved me to the side of his vehicle. From where I was now positioned our two cars shielded us from any prying surveillance cameras that might be pointed in our direction.

An odd sense of relief hit me. We were in the dark hidden from view. I was handcuffed but not for the reason I had first suspected. I actually felt better knowing that a man who was a stranger to me had just handcuffed me to fuck me. Somehow that came as a relief having just come from the belief that I was being arrested.

While the man headed back to my car I turned and looked towards the intersection. The trees were trimmed up high so that the lowest branches wouldn’t scratch the taller vehicles parking in the adjacent stalls. With high trimmed trees and low level bushes there was very little concealing us from the road. In truth the only concealment I had was from the shadow we were in. Considering it was good enough to prevent me from seen the patrol car before, I knew I was relatively safe from discovery.

Turning towards the empty parking lot to my right I saw a lone car a short distance away with an unobstructed view of my position. The little red glow that had started the night on the dash board was now looking out the side window in my direction. Natalie was still rolling and was going to film what was about to be my get out of jail semi free moment.

It took the officer a while to return from my car. He spent a great deal of time looking over the cover pictures on the two movies before turning his attention to the butt plug and lube. Thankfully he only returned with the gag in hand. It scared me that he would want to gag me while I was handcuffed and vulnerable but since it was my gag and I had put it up on display I could see where he would want to use it for fun. Natalie wasn’t far away so at least things couldn’t get out of hand.

There was no need to say anything as he held the gag up in front of me. I opened my mouth and he pushed the red ball in. The gag had to be at least two inches in diameter which I quickly found out was much larger than my jaw could handle. My jaw was stretched as far as it would go but that ball was still a long was from all the way in. My eyes bulged as the he placed one hand on the back of my head for support while he used the other hand to push the gag into my mouth. A little more ball slid into my mouth as my jaw was forced a further open. With my jaw pried open all speech was cut off, even making sounds was difficult.

“Such a wonderfully big gag for such a tiny mouth, I can’t believe you would buy something this pricey if you didn’t think you could use it..”

He disappeared behind me. Wedged in place between my tight jaw, the ball gag did not need to be held as he walked around me. My teeth bit into the red rubber ball keeping it in place. From behind me he grabbed the leather straps that were hanging freely down the sides of my face and pulled them behind my head. Running the strap through the buckle that was at the back of my head the slack in the straps was quickly pulled out.

“I guess we are just going to have to make these straps extra tight so that when you finally let that jaw of yours relax the rest of that delightfully big ball gag you bought will find its way into your mouth.”

As he said it the man began forcefully pulling on the straps. My eyes were bulging out of my head and I did my best to speak to him but all that came out was a quite hmmmm that was barely audible over the minor ambient noise. With his strength he pulled the straps painfully tight. The thick leather straps easily took the strain. The force made the ball slide a little further in as the straps painfully bit into my cheeks. My jaw ached from being stretched so wide open and the gag wasn’t even all the way in yet.

“Well would you look at that I was right. We just got started and you’ve already let a little more of that ball slide into that lovely mouth of yours. At this rate it won’t take long at all before we get that hole of yours completely stuffed.” He kept emphasizing the ‘we’ in his sentences as though the two of us were in this together, equal cohorts in this plan to gag me. He acted as though I was purposefully closing my mouth to keep the gag out and it was his role to force me to take it all in.

While I tried to get used to the massive gag in my mouth, my captor was repositioning me up against the fence. The low wooden fence ran around the outside of the garden bed as much for looks as to keep people from walking through it. He positioned me so that I was standing directly in front of a fire hydrant that sat just a couple feet back from the fence, partially concealed by the low lying bushes. From behind me I heard the clank of metal as the security guard pulled out his hand cuffs as he bent me over the rail. One cuff was locked around the ring in the front of my collar. He pulled me down by my new leash till my face was nearly touching the hydrant. Pulling me down a little more he locked the free cuff around the short chain that connected one of the caps to the hydrant.

The strain on my body quickly became too much and I was forced to rest my head on the top of the hydrant. My view of the world was cut off to everything except the metal hydrant. The stiff collar prevented me from looking anywhere except straight down. I was as exposed as I could possibly be. My skirt was still up around my hips and my hands were locked behind my back. The only thing preventing mall security cameras from seeing me was the patrol car parked behind me. To either side and directly ahead I was still fully exposed. Natalie’s view of me was completely unobstructed. I could only begin to imagine what she was thinking about all this. By now the camera was sure to be zoomed in on me for the absolute best shot possible.

Bent over in this position prevented me from even seeing the feet of the man now in control of my body. From the sound of his feet on the pavement I could tell he left me to go back over to my car. I could hear the distinct sound of DVD’s being jostled around. Then I heard a sound that scared me all together. From my car I could hear the distinct sound of plastic packaging being pried apart. The only possible thing in my car that could be making that sound was the packaged butt plug. The man was opening the butt plug that I had bought for the dare.

I could hear foot steps approaching when a sound stopped him in his tracks. It was a sound alien to him but very familiar to me. The sound itself was not a single sound but a melody coming from the inside of my car. I held my breath momentarily before a wave of shock hit me. Quick foot steps could be heard moving away from me back in the direction of the car. Suddenly the noise became quite clear before I heard one word that froze me to the core.

“Hello?” the man asked as he answered my cell phone.

Panic replaced the shock that had hit me so hard. The man I didn’t know who had me handcuffed over a wooden fence to a water hydrant completely exposing me in a public place had just answered my cell phone. I hoped that it was Natalie calling to tell the man that she was watching and that he needed to leave. A thought crossed my mind that made me pray that she was calling to put and end to everything not to try to stir things up even more.

Chapter 2

Natalie had a habit of always trying to force me into even more exposing positions when we went on these dares. She would dare me to do something that was risky to begin with then in the middle of the dare would find a way to make it ten times worse. Living in the dorms our freshman year, it was quite common for us to go streaking through the hallways. One late night it started after we had gone over to a different wing of the dorm to visit a friend. To get into that wing our friend had to escort us, the school only gives you the keys to your own wing of the dorm.

Her room was on the top floor. We were leaving for the night and had just come down the first set of stairs when we saw a pair of guys leaving their floor. We politely waited above them on the stairs as they quickly headed down the stairs in a hurry to a late party. It was when we saw the hall door shut that Natalie quickly got up the urge to do a dare. The door closed but the latch never locked. The dare was that I had to streak from one end of the hall to the other then back again, I wasn’t allowed to run. Even if someone’s door was open, I was supposed to just walk right on by. Running would result in strict punishment. This was how most of our dares went. Occasionally someone would open the door and the person would have to run. The result was that the next dare would be much more public and almost always guaranteed that someone would see.

I stripped in the stairwell leaving all my stuff to be guarded by Natalie. As I opened the door to the hallway Natalie pushed the call button on the elevator so that it would be ready if we needed to make a quick escape. Putting one foot out in front of the other I began my slow walk down the hallway. It was late and a weekday so the doors were already shut and most of the people were probably in bed already but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating. When I reached the other door at the end of the hall I turned to see Natalie had followed me. She hadn’t come all the way down but about two thirds of the way.

I just stared at her confused and put my hands up in a gesture that said ‘what are you doing down here.” She returned my gesture in one quick motion. Making a fist she threw her hand at the door she was next to. My heart stopped as she moved but thankfully so did her hand. She turned and smiled at me with a grin that stretched from ear to ear as she watched my reaction. Fear hit me so hard when her hand moved that my legs turned to jello. I was still naked in the hallway but I had to sit down.

With my back to the door and my bare ass on the ground, I tried to catch my breath and recover from the shock that Natalie had put my body through. She on the other hand about fell over with laughter as she watched me. Natalie recovered much quicker than I did but then again she hadn’t been scared shitless. Collecting her composure she stood back up. Before she turned around she blew me a kiss and waved good bye. As she turned I could see the wicked smile returning to her face.

Sitting against the door at the end of the hall I watched in complete disbelief as Natalie started to pound on the doors as she ran down the hallway. She had made it to the first six doors before I even reacted. My first reaction was to turn and run out the door I was leaning against. A cold chill hit me as the winter’s night air engulfed my skin. I was in the outer stairwell of the building that served as a fire escape. Most of our dares involved only running from one end of the hallway and out the other end. It was as I went down the first couple of steps that I remembered that in our dares the other person was always there on our floor to let you back into the building.

Without my keys I wouldn’t even be able to get back into the building. Rushing back up the stairs I caught the door just before it closed completely. Flinging open the door I found that my delay had given Natalie enough time to make it all the way to the end of the hall. Taking off, I ran through the hall with lighting speed. Doors were opening behind and in front of me spurring me on to run even faster. I made it to the end of the hall just as heads were popping out of rooms to watch me.

I slammed the door shut behind me but knew I had probably sparked enough attention to send most of the boys chasing after me. I paused in the spot I was at trying to locate Natalie but she was no where in sight. The elevator was gone and so too were my clothes. I quickly ran over to the elevator and smashed the call button but quickly gave up on the idea of waiting around for the elevator to return. Racing down the stairs I found articles of clothing on each floor. When I made it to the bottom floor I had retrieved all of my clothing in addition to finding Natalie. She informed me that since I had broken the rules by running I had to be punished. By her definition of the dare we never explicitly agreed that she couldn’t knock on doors. I don’t know why I let her do such things to me, probably because by the time I made it to the ground floor my pussy was literally dripping with moisture.

Chapter 3

Now that I was restrained in a mall parking lot with my privates exposed and my mouth painfully stuffed a wave of dread took over me as I feared Natalie might be the voice on the other end of the line. The devious things Natalie’s mind could come up with for me while I was in this position were probably unending not to mention unimaginable for most. What Natalie might come up with would without a doubt be unbearably embarrassing. She knew that on some level I enjoyed it and to the same extent she enjoyed doing it to me.

Fear struck me as I realize Natalie might not be the one calling. If it was one of my other friends and my captor had loose lips I could quickly end up with a reputation that might spread across the entire campus. Even worse, this was just about the time of night I could expect a phone call from one of my parents checking in on me to see if I was partying.  I intently listened to the man’s response to try to gain clues as to who might be calling.

“Tracy’s here but she can’t come to the phone right now.” There was a hesitant pause before he added, “She’s a little tied up at the moment.”

Shit, it wasn’t Natalie. Natalie would be watching us right now and wouldn’t need to ask if I was here. If god has any mercy, don’t let this be my parents.

       “You nailed it, that’s exactly what she’s doing. She just couldn’t wait to play with them.” He said, agreeing to what ever question the person on the other end had asked. “Out of curiosity though, how did you know about her toys, it looks like she just got them?”

       I realized that the only other person who knew about the toys and had my cell phone number was the employee at the store. There was a short pause as the person on the line asked another question.

       “Almost but not quite yet. In fact she was just about to try out the last one when you called and stopped her.”

       Another pause

       “No, she already has the gag in. She was just about to tryout her butt plug.”

       Short pause

       “You could say I’m just a recent acquaintance of hers. I’m just here helping a girl in need.”

       “Hold on let me check.” A short pause. “Yeah, this phone is fully loaded. I can even send you videos if you want.” A short pause. “I’ll do you one better, as soon as I’m off the phone with you I will get some pics of her and send them to you so you can see her now. A little later I send you some more pics so you get a before an after shot.” Again another pause as he listened. “If you want to see it I can video it. In fact since it’s a brand new butt plug she would probably like a copy of the video for herself to see later. It’s a good thing you thought of it.”

       There was a longer pause as the man listened to what was being said.

       “Hold on while I tell her. Hey Tracy, Nicole says she thinks she knows some people who might be looking for a party tonight. She thinks it is the kind of party you would be interested in.”

       I screamed into the gag but all that came out was a faint moan.

       “I should let you know that right now I’m getting the impression Tracy isn’t as interested in an up her alley sort of party as she is in an up her alley’s party.” A short pause as he got a reply. “Oh really, well I guess you and her are on the same page then.”

       Another pause as the man listened to a long explanation from the other end of the line.

       “And it would just be her?” Pause, “wow that sounds like a lot of people. I did see the video she had in her car, I suppose once you hit that kind of number any extra people only make a marginal difference.”

       Short pause

       “Sure, if you think you can get that many people on such short notice.” Short break, “Ok, once you’re done come by and pick her up. How much more work do you have?” Quick pause, “oh, well that shouldn’t take you long. We’re actually right across the street from you, over by the entrance to the mall’s parking lot. I’ll probably be gone by then but if Tracy is still up for it she will be waiting for you here. So hurry up and finish what you are doing, grab everything you think she might want to use and get over here.”

       Short pause. What every Nicole, my new friend in the neighborhood adult store said it made my captor laugh.

       “REALLY. In that case you definitely need to charge your phone up before you come over. If you’re going to film her doing all that I want you sending me videos. Speaking of batteries I should probably go before her phone dies. I’ll start sending you pics as soon as I hang up. Your number’s here on her caller ID, so I’ll be able to take it and call you on my phone later.

       They said their goodbyes and ended the call. I was mesmerized with fear. Two strangers had just planned out my fate without even consulting me. Quite possibly the way I would be spending my near future was going to be based around two strangers misconception of a movie I had purchased on a dare. From the end of the conversation I had overheard the two of them had just planned out the party of the year and I was going to be the main entertainment.

       “Wow, I’m starting to think I should meet this friend of yours. She sounds even wilder then you are. Then again I guess not. I forgot that she is just the one planning the party. Sounds like you’re the only one who is going.” He said to me genuinely aroused and intrigued by the new girl he had just talked to. “I suppose I had better get the pics of you sent over to her if we want her to have enough time to round up enough people for a party.”

       Yet again he talked to me using the word ‘we’. Every time he did something I didn’t like or that was going to be embarrassing to me he used the word ‘we’ as though we had come up with a scheme at the beginning of the night to punish me. Thinking about his actions and the way they seemed to keep making me do things I wouldn’t ever normally consider made me wonder if he was purposefully punishing me.

       Suddenly I began thinking hard about the actions of the man who had taken me captive starting from when he first pulled me over. The shock of being caught had clouded my mind making me miss a lot of subtleties that had occurred. I started to think about how he had acted when he first stood next to my car and pointed the flashlight inside. There I was, a young sexy girl in a restrictive outfit with my skirt up completely exposing my pussy and yet he focused his attention on the handcuffs, butt plug and movies sitting on my dash. Even now, as I stood bent over a fence with my wet pussy uncovered and available, my captor still seemed more interested in the toys and movies I had purchased.

       Thinking about the way he had used the gag I realized he had purposefully used force to get the gag into my mouth. Using the gag on me wasn’t about him trying out something he had never played with before; he had forced it into my mouth as some small type of torture. I began to realize that my captor might just be that creepy guy everyone envisions when they think about men going into porn stores. The type of guy who doesn’t want to go out and have sex with hot girls but wants to bring them to his basement to punish and do all sorts of bizarre acts to. Thinking about all the things my captor had done tonight I couldn’t stop thinking about how well he fit that profile of a quite pervert. The one who has masturbated to every dirty picture on the internet and has been dreaming about the day he would come across the girl of his fantasies. He was that guy and I had met him with enough adult paraphernalia to give anyone the wrong idea about the type of person I was.

When I had offered to do anything to avoid a DUI and get around the punishment the law would slap on me I had meant I was willing to have sex with the man as a fair trade off. Admittedly I knew that having sex with a stranger was a far cry short of the legal punishment considering a DUI would probably mean some amount of prison time, a large fine and a suspended license. My captor seemed to be taking my ‘do anything in exchange for’ comment in a completely different context. Instead of just having sex he was putting an effort forward to teach me the same lesson the law would have taught me. Only as an alternative to letting the law punish me with financial and community labor fines as a means of teaching me a lesson he was using an equally severe system of humiliation for teaching me the same lesson.

As bad as that was, the worst problem with it was that the base line he seemed to have come up with for deciding exactly at what point things would cross the line from fun for me to embarrassing to me entirely revolved around the items and movies he had found in my possession. Basing his understanding of my personality around the wild toys and bizarre movies he had found, my captor was purposefully crossing what he believed to be my comfort zone. Based on my understanding of what he was doing it seemed to me that he was purposefully trying to make me feel embarrassed in order to serve out my alternative punishment that was meant to replace the legal punishment. He had no idea how far in to the realm of humiliation he was really taking me because he was clueless to the real reasons behind the items in my car.

       While I was considering the vast depths of things my captor might consider equal to the legal repercussions of my actions he was busily documenting my situation. The world briefly lit up as he used my phone to photograph my naked ass and pussy. I could feel his hot breath on the backs of my legs as he got close in shots of my wet cunt. I heard him climb over the fence before a hand moved my head down and to the side of the hydrant. My eyes bulged open realizing that along with the photos of my exposed crotch and ass my captor was planning to send face shots that would be fully identifiable. I watched him position the camera directly below me to get a facial shot of me with the red ball gag stuffed into my mouth, held tightly in place by the leather straps wrapping around my head. My eyes burned as the camera phone flashed. I heard him cross over the fence but couldn’t see anything

It took my eyes a while to adjust back to the dark night but judging from where the next flash came from I knew what shot he was taking. The flash came from my back left which told me he was getting a full body shot of me bent over the rail, hands cuffed behind my back and collar locked to the fire hydrant. My phone wasn’t the standard phone that most kids have that had the picture quality of less then a mega pixel. My parents had paid a lot of money to buy me that phone as a birthday present. It had the same pixel quality of a moderately priced digital camera. It was far better resolution than most phones and more than enough resolution to clearly show me, the parking lot I was in along with the street and store that were in the background.

I stood where I was in complete embarrassment. All I could pray for was that the photos would not end up in the hands of anyone I knew or worse yet end up on the internet. The only thing I could possibly be happy about right now was that the phone call from Nicole had stopped my captor from using the butt plug on me like he had talked about on the phone. The only good thing about the photos right now were that they only made me look like a naughty girl who liked to have bondage pictures taken of her in public. At least this was something I could lie about and claim to be doing some sort of exotic photo art. A plug up the ass could single handedly make me look like nothing but a kinky anal slut.

Despite already feeling completely embarrassed, my captor successfully managed to increase my level of humiliation to yet another notch. I heard him step over the rail before sitting down on it. He leaned down till the phone was near my ear. I listened to the rapid beeps of the number pad corresponding to someone writing out a lengthy text message. I prayed that this was just another form of his humiliation that he was trying to give me as punishment for breaking the law. I desperately hoped that he was pretending to send the text and using it as a scare tactic. The phone was right next to my ear my ear as he typed. There was a pause. I heard two more beeps, these were spaced out. One more beep. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the familiar chime of a text message being sent.

       He got up from his perch on the railing and headed back towards the vehicles. Tears formed in my eyes. I pictured the expression of everyone who might have just received a text message from my phone. There was no telling how many people he had sent that message to. For that matter there was nothing stopping him from sending one mass text message that would be sent out to every number in my phone book. My closest friends and family alike could be receiving an up-to-date photo of my life. The soft foot steps grew louder as he drew nearer.

       “I guess you must still be new to anal judging from the small size of this ass plug and the type of lube you got.”

       What kind of girl was he used to fucking that he would consider that plug to be small.

       “Normally I would say no to using desensitizing lube on you. I mean, what is the point in stuffing your tight ass if you aren’t going to really feel it. But considering where you’re headed tonight I guess we probably should start getting you stretched out now so that you can take it all at once later. Remind me to call that girl at the store back and have her pick up some different lube. Maybe something in the spicy category.”

       There was a long pause as my captor did something to prepare my next form of punishment. Photos of me had already been sent to god only knows who so the familiar beeping sounds I heard simply baffled me. From the sounds I heared I knew he was messing with my phone but I couldn’t think of any reason why he would need to at this point. In my mind he had already taken photos of me so there was nothing left to do. I tried to think outside of the box and understand things from his warped perspective. The question I ran through my mind was, what can he possibly use my phone for to make me learn a lesson, what was left to embarrass me. My answer came when once again I was staring into the bright light on my phone. This time the light didn’t flash in one brief moment but instead stayed on. He wasn’t taking pictures of me, he was using my phone to video tape me.

       “Here we are in the mall parking lot for Tracy’s first time with her brand new ass toy,” the man said as he narrated for the camera.

       My worse fears were realized as I watched the shadows of my legs on the ground that were cast by the phone’s light moved as the phone was held up behind me to capture what was happening. My butt hole was met by a cold wet object that was pushing against it. After a little wigging action I felt the tip of the object painfully open me up as the tip of it slid into my anus. With the tip of it in more force was applied allowing the slick object to slide into my tight hole with little resistance. As the pain grew more intense all I could think of was Nicole’s advice regarding anal sex and pushed as hard as I could with my stomach like I was trying to poop. In one sudden movement the remaining length of the butt plug shot past my tight muscle and deep into my bowels.

       The immense pain in my rear caused waves of feelings I didn’t even comprehend to crash through the rest of my body. As exposed as I was it was probably a good thing the gag did exactly as advertised. As the thickest part of the butt plug slid into me I screamed out at the top of my lungs. The wide gag silenced my voice to a soft moan only audible by the man forcing the large object into my poop shoot. I certainly didn’t know what to expect when I felt fingers prying around the base of the plug now lodged in my rectum. Using about the same amount of force as he had used to insert the butt plug the man quickly removed it. Just as my anus was clenching down on the narrow neck of the plug the entire length of it, starting with the fat middle of the plug was pulled back out. Once again my screams were softened to quite moans by the large ball gag. My ravaged empty hole tingled in the cool night air

       “There we go, that’s a little bit more like what we were hoping for. I guess this lube didn’t leave you as numb as I thought it would.” There was no callous in his voice to indicate he was trying to inflict a severe amount of pain on me. The tone of his voice displayed a genuine since of surprise in his recent accomplishment. “It looks like we still might be able to use this ass plug to teach you that lesson you need to learn.”

       Holly fuck, I was right. Fear gripped my heart as my darkest thoughts came to life. He had actually said it, every thing he was doing was punishment. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I was the captive of a man on a mission to punish me for the crime I had committed. That chill turned into a nearly uncontrollable shiver as I considered the deranged acts a man like this might come up with if he thought the items he found in my car were any indication of the things I did for fun. If he thought I bought a movie about one girl doing seven guys because that sort of thing aroused me what on earth were the deranged acts he would think I would need to do before I felt embarrassed enough to learn a lesson.

       Yet again I felt a cold wet intruder press up against my anus. I was unable to do anything as it slowly invaded me, stretching my ass out as it slid deeper into my body. I watched my shadow move as the butt plug was repeatedly pushed in before being pulled back. Each time the same action was captured from a different perspective.

After repeated insertions the plug was pulled out for a while. I heard the sound of the butt plugs plastic packaging moving around before it was dropped to the ground. Having been penetrated numerous times my ass had begun to naturally accommodate the intruder that was making a home in my tightest orifice. With much less effort than the first time the plug was plunged deep within my ass hole. I felt the wide neck of the plug push past my sphincter and waited for it to be pulled back out. This time the plug remained. Instead of feeling a lifeless blob of latex get pulled out of my rear I felt two fingers slide deep into my pussy. As those two fingers slid deep into my cunt my ass was filled with the ferocious buzzing of the vibrator as he turned the plug on. The buzzing in my ass overrode my senses and without even thinking I squeezed the fingers in my pussy hard with my cunt muscles.

“It sure doesn’t feel like you need any lube up there.”

I moaned in deep lust as those fingers were thrust deep in and out of my pussy. My eyes crossed as I bit down and screamed into the gag as the man fucked me with two fingers. His knuckles rubbed my clit with each deep thrust making my legs shake. In one hard thrust he ground his knuckles across my clit. My knees gave out and my hips crashed down on the fence. I stood there with most of my weight resting on the fence gasping for air through my noise as spasms from a mini orgasm shook my body. My pussy spasmed around the two fingers that were three knuckles deep inside of me. It wasn’t till my capture nearly brought me to a full blown body convulsing orgasm that I even realized how horny my embarrassment was making me.

“In fact I would have to say that your twat is far too wet for a girl who is supposed to be learning a lesson. From what your soaking fuck hole is telling me you’ve been enjoying this too much to even begin learning your lesson. Apparently I haven’t been nearly harsh enough on you yet to make you stop enjoying yourself and make you start feeling remorse for your actions.”

What the hell was he talking about, of course I nearly orgasmed. I was on the emotional high of my life. I wasn’t excited about it by a long shot but I couldn’t help it if this was how my body responded to embarrassment. Besides, with that damn vibrator in my ass buzzing away it wasn’t my fault if my body was suddenly sensitive to any kind of stimulation. As far as being wet went, my pussy was nearly dripping back when I was coming out of the store. I couldn’t deny right now that in some part of my mind all this didn’t make me incredibly aroused but that same part of my mind could get me butt fucked in a humiliating place like the middle of class and still make me feel aroused. I couldn’t help if he was playing into the part of my psyche that forced me to desire the most humiliating things to be done to me.

“Apparently teaching you your lesson is going to require a far more stern approach then I was originally planning to take. Since the things I am picking you don’t seem to consider bad I am going to let you pick the next punishment. I’ll give you three options, once you’ve heard them all, moan into the gag to pick the punishment you want. How every many times you moan will be the number of the punishment you want. If you don’t pick one of the three then I will come up with something even worse for you.”

Being bound, exposed and plugged up the ass wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to punish me further. I cried out for Natalie to come save me but knew she never would. This was probably the ultimate high for her to watch me like this. She was busy recording while this stranger put me through every humiliating moment he could come up with. Now he was going to force me to pick the next form of torment I had to endure.

“Option one is simple enough. It involves a photo of those movies you bought being sent to the number you have on your phone for your parents. Option two is that you have to register your phone on an online adult personal listings website. That includes uploading all these photos and videos to include another one of me not only fucking but also cumming in you twat. The third option is that I send your friend Nicole who is planning that party for you tonight the number of every guy in your phone and ask her to invite each of them.”

All of the options sucked. Inviting all my guy friends to a sex party with me as the hoist would destroy my life in college. Applying online for a personal add meant uploading all the pictures and videos taken of me tonight online which could just as quickly reveal me to everyone I knew as if we sent them a person invite. Telling my parents about those movies would be a fate worse then death even if I somehow managed to convince them that it was all part of a dare.

Suddenly my time was up as my captor started to count down to zero starting at three. I quickly moaned twice just as he counted down to one. Walking away from me I heard his footsteps disappearing towards my car. Shadows stretched across the ground before me as the dome light to my car came one. The door slammed shut, foot steps grew louder as he approached me.

My purse landed on the ground next to the hydrant. Soon I saw his shiny black shoes as he stepped over the low fence. I clearly heard the loud beeps of my phone that was held next to my ear. My phone had full internet access so there was nothing to stop him from carrying out his threat.

“There we go, now I just need some personal information,” he said.

It scared me to think that I was with a man that was familiar enough with adult personal ads that he could navigate to one in under thirty seconds. It boggled my mind that any such site would allow you to register from a cell phone let alone the fact he was able to get to the point were he could submit a new add so quickly. I watched him rummage through my purse searching for personal information. Pulling out my wallet he was able to use my drivers license to get my full name. Digging through the depths of my purse he found an envelope that I had yet to mail. He slowly and meticulously read out the return address as he typed it into the phone.

“To save you the trouble of going online and looking for the personal ad you are posting when you get home tonight, or tomorrow or when every you get done with you party and make it home. Here is the stuff you are uploading to go with the personal information you already submitted.”

He put great emphasis on the word ‘you’ to make it sound like the personal advertisement being posted online was my wishes that he was helping out with while my hands were tied. He held my phone in front of my face to show me the first picture. The first picture was the face shot of me with eyes bulged out, the massive red ball in my mouth and the leather straps tightly pressed into my cheeks. Pulling the phone out of view he brought up the next picture before holding the phone where I could see it. I saw several close-up shots of my body parts, position and clothing. There was the picture of me with the parking lot, street and store in the back ground. Finally I watched the video that showed the butt plug first being inserted into my ass and captured the moans I uttered as the widest part slipped into me.

“You almost have all your media files uploaded.”

Two fingers easily slid into my wet sex. The man who was teaching me my lesson for breaking the law began thrusting his fingers deep into my pussy. I began to pant as my body crept closer to the climax of the orgasm that had been growing all night. My eyes shut as I focused my mind on my building orgasm. The vibrations in my ass intensified the feeling of the fingers sliding into my pussy.

“You do want to have your last hole stuffed and filled with cum don’t you. You do want to have everyone online see the movie of you getting your insides pumped full of sperm don’t you. You want a cock up that pussy of yours don’t you.”

With each question he asked he would emphasize the words ‘don’t you’ with a hard thrust of the two fingers in my pussy while a third mercilessly toyed with my clit. I finally couldn’t suppress the raw emotions building in my body. I moaned into the gag with each caress his finger made across my clit. With the last rub of my clit I screamed into the gag as my body reached the edge. My emotional high was halted right on the edge of orgasm when the fingers stopped moving before they were ever so slowly pulled out of my burning pussy. My eyes were clenched shut trying to force my mind to take me over the edge and into a body rocking orgasm.

“There you go, now we are getting somewhere. I thought that is what you really wanted but now that you are willing to admit your true desires I can figure out what needs to be done to you to fulfill what we started tonight.”

He paused as he pushed buttons on my phone.

“Now tell me in all honesty, even though you were being recorded, was it really that hard to admit that you are a horny girl who wants all her holes stuffed.”

       I opened my eyes to see the movie he had just made on my phone. The video only showed my face from the side but the audio caught his voice and the way I moaned like a whore every time he mentioned fucking my pussy.

       “You’re probably going to want this one posted along with all the others if you are going to have a sex ad that really gets people calling you in a hurry. I’ll wait till after we get the next part of this evening filmed before I upload any more files. It would sure be a shame to have your phone die before we get this next video taken care of.”

       I lost my view of the man’s feet when he stepped back over the railing into the parking lot. My ears searched in vein for the sound of even the softest foot step. I heard no foot steps. Instead my ears where hit by the ripping sound of a zipper quickly sliding down. There was the sound of my phone as buttons were pushed on the key pad followed by my shadow forming on the ground as the light on the phone activated.

       Recording had begun and I soon felt the tip of his hard dick touch the lips of my pussy. The head of his hard cock effortlessly pushed past my dripping pussy lips and penetrated into my last available hole. I moaned softly as the entire length of his manhood was pushed into me. The hard cock kept entering me till I finally felt his hairy balls press up against me.

       My pussy was on fire from the excitement and attention. My moans turned to screams that thankfully were suppressed by the large ball gag that continued to force its way deeper into my mouth. I could actually feel the vibrating plug that was stuffing my ass bump against the cock that was pounding my pussy. My screams grew louder as my orgasm headed towards a peak. Sensing my impending climax my captor made one sudden thrust that filled me to the hilt. We both climaxed nearly simultaneously.

       My knees collapsed leaving me body completely supported by the fence. Even with the gag in my mouth I was sure that my screams could be heard all the way out on the road but I couldn’t stop them. I felt his dick spasm inside of me as he pumped his seed deep within my pussy. My whole body shook as my orgasm continued to crash through my body. While I stayed where I was and recovered from my orgasm, my captor slowly withdrew himself and walked away.

       From the sound of his foot steps he was headed back to his truck. My mind was still in a state of shock from the orgasm that had literally left me breathless. I was only mildly concerned with the fact he was headed to his truck. I was only faintly worried that he might actually leave me like this for the girl at the store to come find. I was in a state of complete euphoria. Nothing in the world could bother me. Even after that powerful orgasm I found myself just as heated and horny as I have ever been. As I started thinking about the party my captor described I actually realized I was getting excited about the idea.

       My mind came back to reality, at least slightly back anyways when I heard the high pitched shriek of metal turning on metal followed by the unmistakable sound of a roll of tape being unwound. My captor approached me from behind. Thrust in front of my head that was still rigidly held in position was the object that had made the dreadful sound. The man was showing me a metal flashlight. The top piece that focused the light into one solid beam had been removed. Now the shaft of the flashlight ended leaving the small bulb fully exposed.

       I was left bewildered as to why my captor would bother showing me his flashlight or why he felt the need to remove the tip piece. Without any warning I felt something ice cold touch my pussy. The frigid metal flashlight easily slid into my pussy that was lubricated with both of our juices. The flash light filled me even fuller then his cock had. A light flashed as he took more photos with my camera. The sound of tape being ripped was followed by him pressing it against my upper inner thigh. More tape was used as my captor secured the end of the flashlight to my inner thigh making it impossible for the light stick to fall out of me.

       I certainly wasn’t expecting what came next. With some force the man pulled the tight leather skirt back down to its proper position. The hand cuffs holding my collar to the hydrant were removed and I was helped to stand up. Again he fussed with the leather skirt pulling it down as far as it would possibly go which wasn’t far at all. Gentle taps on my inner knees told me I was supposed to spread my legs. I gasped as he jostled the flashlight that was stuffing my sex. The vibrations in the butt plug were being transferred to the flash light. My sex was buzzing at the same beat as my ass. My head was still held upright by the collar but looking down with my eyes I could see the ground below me bathed in light as my captor turned on the flashlight.

       The bulb of the light was above the bottom of the skirt but everything beneath me to include my inner thighs were illuminated. My pussy had been turned into an airport with its very own landing light. My captor stood before me with my phone held out ready to take the next picture. He took one picture of me at eye level then took one from ground level where the camera would be able to see the bright flashlight protruding out of my pussy. The entire time the man had a smile that couldn’t be suppressed.

       “We couldn’t have you wandering around in this dark parking lot with out a light. You might trip on something or worse yet someone could come through here and not see you in the dark.” He was actually laughing as he said it.

       He manipulated my phone and set up the next text message. When he was done with my phone he returned it to my purse then returned my purse to the car. I saw him take his handcuff key off his key chain and drop it onto my seat. He pulled my keys from the ignition and made a show of jingling them in the air before he pressed the lock button and closed the door. My car keys he pocketed as he got into his truck. He turned on the engine then stuck his head out the window.

       “Seeing as drinking and driving is how you got in trouble it wouldn’t make any sense to give you your keys back until you have completely sobered up. I personally have always found that the long walk home from the bar usually is enough to sober me up so…” he paused as he pointed off across the parking lot, “I’m going to put your keys over there. By the time you walk over and come back to your car you should be pretty well sobered up.” He put the truck in gear and started to drive forward.

       “Just so that we are on the same page, I never did send any of the photos to any website. So far the files have only been sent to my email address but in about…” he paused as he looked at his watch “a little while a text message will be sent to that Nicole friend of yours. All the files are attached to several text messages that are currently saved into the outbox on your phone. I set your phone to send and receive messages after an hour but I did that a while ago. If you don’t want those files sent out you’re going to have to hustle to get your keys and come back. I’m going to go drop off your keys now. If you don’t want to walk to get them that’s fine. Your friend Nicole should be showing up here at anytime to come pick you up for that party. When I talked to her she sounded like she was in a pretty big hurry to grab everything she thought you might use and get out the door.”

       With that said he drove off. I watched him drive across the parking lot till he stopped at one of the only light posts with all of its bulbs working. Between me and my keys was a long stretch of parking lot partially illuminated by numerous lamps. There was a maze of shadows between the lamps offering me a route of seclusion across the parking lot. That zigzag of shadows would end when I came to the final lamppost. If I was going to retrieve my keys I was going to have to step into the light of the lamp. The keys themselves were sitting on the base of the lamppost. The parking lot was empty except for the random landscaping features, my car and one other car that still had a little red light glowing inside of it. I considered walking over to that car but it was parked right next to the street. I looked across the street and wondered just how long I had before the girl that worked there came looking for me.