CHAPTER 2
It had taken me almost an hour but I was almost to their neighborhood. I was terrified the whole way that someone would see me, but I should have known better. Everyone in this neighborhood went to bed at 10. A couple blocks over a dog barked loudly, enough to make me jump for a second, but it was clearly yelping at something else.
I stood in front of their house, staring up past the hedges, the lanyard wrapped tightly around my fist. From one end Katie’s Student ID card swung, along with a key-ring on which three keys, two silver, one brass, jangled. Once I had figured out what I wanted to do, what I needed to do, it was trivially easy to hang back after changing into our gym outfits and rummage through her bag to steal it. I assume she thought she misplaced it somewhere.
That was last week. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for after that, but it came only a couple days later, when the twins started telling every teacher that they’d be missing school on Friday. Their parents were taking them on a trip out to Seattle to see the limited tour of some Argentinian play, but they promised they’d make up all of their schoolwork the next week.
Perfect.
I didn’t know what my plan was exactly. I walked up to the front door and stood there, unable to move, for probably thirty seconds. Caution overtook me and I began to silently walk through the grass instead, around the side of the house, tracing a wide path until I rounded the rear and could see the glass sunroom jutting from the back wall. The yard stretched out, hidden by tall hedges, wide trees casting deep shadows in the moonlight.
The two silver keys didn’t seem to fit the lock on the back door at all. My heart thudding, I fingered the brass one, praying that I hadn’t come all this way for nothing. It slipped in and turned smoothly and I let out a huge sigh of relief, pushing the door open. It took me only a few seconds to orient myself once I was inside, and I set off into the south wing again. As I approached those double doors I suddenly realized I had no plan for if they were locked again. But a twist of the handle and I was able to smoothly push it in.
Inside I stood there for what must have been two minutes, just breathing heavily. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. But here I was. The house was completely empty. I was completely alone.
I didn’t realize how much pent up energy I had until I started to strip down. I kicked my flip-flops off and pushed my jeans quickly down, hopping around on one foot to pull the pants free. I pulled my panties down just as quickly, they stuck slightly to my crotch but I discarded them on the floor, and yanked my shirt up over my head, grunting as I unfastened my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Naked, I fished around for my phone again and flicked the light on, casting it around the room once more.
I almost groaned again as I took it all in. I’d lost count of the hours I’d spent watching videos where girls writhed and squealed and came on devices like these. I’d cried myself to sleep one night watching a Mistress gently pet her slavegirl to orgasm, knowing that no-one would ever love me like that. The girl had just been bullwhipped.
I stepped forward quickly, and then turned around and leaned myself back against the inclined rack. Stretching my hands up, I felt the thick manacles up there and imagined them snapping shut around my wrists, locking me down helplessly. I couldn’t help myself, with one hand right there I slid my fingers down through the light fur of my crotch, plunging two fingers into my sopping pussy and roughly fingering myself. I felt the pressure rising deep in my belly, coiling and tensing and I mashed at my clit, trying desperately to get over the edge, but after almost a minute of frantic action I slumped back. I had never had an orgasm, not a proper one. I just can’t get myself there. I’d tried my fingers, the shower stream, even humping at my pillow, but that last climax was always out of reach.
I was more than a little frustrated. If not here, where? If not now, when? I hoisted my fat butt off of the rack and continued poking around. I tried to climb and straddle the pony, but I couldn’t balance myself and I tumbled to the ground with a painful thud. On one table an assortment of canes was laid out in various materials; I ran my fingers along one, imagining what it would feel like when it made contact with my tender ass. I poked my head carefully behind the wardrobe, but while the assemblage of metal and chains I’d seen the other night was still there, the leg, and the body attached to it, was not. I bent myself over a low bench and tried to imagine someone was standing over me, but it didn’t feel right.
There was a cabinet pushed back between curtains that I assumed hid windows opening out onto the lawn. The world fell away when I saw what was inside. One shelf was just full of gags of every size and shape, including several I’d never seen before. Another held a collection of cuffs and collars in every material from leather to what looked like steel. Below that were the butt plugs. The smallest was only slightly larger than my thumb. The largest must have been five inches wide at the base.
I reached for the plugs first, picking up one that was maybe an inch across and two deep, glinting silvery in the light of my phone. I barely thought about it as I slipped it down between my legs, pressing it sharply against my virgin sphincter. I don’t know what I expected, but my asshole put up resistance and I was barely able to force the tip in. Breathing very heavily I slipped it instead into my swollen, wet pussy, dragging it between my lips, letting out a series of loud moans as I felt the smooth material slide along my slit. Coated in my juices I found suddenly that it slipped into my ass with only a firm push, and I grunted as it forced me open, sinking up into my clenching hole.
I could feel it embedded in my ass with every move I made as I grabbed a pair of leather cuffs next and crouched down to slowly slip them around my ankles, cinching them tightly shut. There were three rings embedded around the edge of each one, and I lifted each of them with one finger, feeling them fall. A matching pair slipped easily around my wrists and I fought back a shudder as I moved my arms experimentally, just feeling how they graced my skin.
I slipped a bit gag between my teeth, biting down slightly before putting it back. An enormous ball gag resisted my attempts to shove it into my jaw, but the one I pulled out after that captured my attention. A black penis gag, maybe four inches deep, with a thick strap to secure it. I let my tongue run around the head, and then down the shaft, imagining that it was a real cock, my first real cock, trying to ignore the plastic taste. I pushed it slowly into my mouth, forcing it backwards towards my throat. I started to gag as the head pressed deeper and deeper, I could feel the hitching in my chest, but I grimaced, determined, and forced it back in one motion, locking it behind my head, under my hair quickly. I took long deep breaths through my nose, trying not to choke, and held up the phone, turning it so I could see myself on the screen using the camera.
I don’t know what I expected. It was still me. Even behind a gag my same ugly, fat face peered back at me, wide eyed and squinting in the light. My hair was a mess, a couple strands almost sticking up off my head. The cuffs looked ridiculous on my naked body, standing out against 240 pounds of pale flab. My enormous stupid tits hung bulging off my chest. I didn’t need to bend over to know that the plug was probably lost between my ass cheeks.
I closed the camera quickly and resisted the urge to throw the phone to the ground. I felt like crying. Stupid. I was so stupid. Nothing was going to change me. I was never going to be the pretty girl in the video. I was never going to be someone’s beloved pet, someone’s cherished slave. I wasn’t thinking clearly as I almost slammed the door shut, turning, dejected, to see one of the tall black metal frames against the wall. I walked up to it slowly, running both hands down it, and trying to understand how it worked
It was taller and wider than a doorframe, sturdily braced against the floor, with a crank wheel on one side. A pair of wooden steps had been set up in front of it, and I climbed them quickly, inspecting the collection of metal rods that made up a complex pattern in the center. They were nested, like a tent or telescope, and looking closer I saw down near the surface of the steps two latching metal loops. Looking up I saw two bare hooks mounted similarly near the top, and I realized how I would fit into it.
I descended, grabbing my phone and turning the camera back on. I switched it over to video and propped it up against the leg of a table, facing up at the frame, the light shining into my eyes, and then with a deep breath I stepped backwards up into the frame, reaching down and securing each ankle cuff to the corresponding loop. The hooks for my hands were just out of my reach, but with some awkward grunts and lunges I managed to get one cuff hooked, and then the other.
My toes kept me barely balanced at the top of the steps. I could feel my limbs stretched out, pulled taut, flexing slightly as I stared down at the camera, letting out a few moans from behind my gag. I let myself hang there for a minute or so, shaking my breasts a couple times, and then bracing on my toes as best I could, I tried to heave myself upwards to free the wrist cuffs from the hooks above.
The first time I couldn’t quite clear the hooks. The second time a series of three loud clicks echoed throughout the cavernous room and with a lurch I felt my wrists and ankles slide two inches further apart. My toes now barely brushed the wood, and suddenly almost all of my weight was on my shoulders. I frantically tried to pull my legs together, but whatever mechanism had ratcheted outwards wouldn’t let me pull them back in.
I started to panic as I tried to shove my hands upward once more, trying to get free of this infernal thing, but as I squirmed the cuffs just worked their way further and further out, clicking each time, until I was left hanging helplessly in a wide X, my feet completely free of the ground.
I realized with a horrible pit in my stomach that I was trapped.