Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 07:25:50 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 01

The Fuckerware Party -- Chapter 01
by Tappy McWidestance

Even now I can't believe I'm in the situation I willingly, no compellingly,
put myself into. How long as it been? 15 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? How
much longer will I have to wait before I can cum? Will she show up to help
me or was she just teasing me? Who is she? What does she want from me? Why
is my body so out of control?

My name is Tina. I am 26 years old. I have been married for three years to
Jim, also 26 a salesman at the same company I work for in marketing. We
live in an upper middle class neighborhood in suburban
Denver. Unfortunately we bought our house at the end of the housing bubble
and just as the easy mortgage money was disappearing. We are not late on
our mortgage, but the inflated payments make it a struggle with our other
bills. Because Jim's income varies, some months are good and some are very
tight.

Jim and I both ended up taking part time jobs to make ends meet. The result
is we don't see each other that often. Our schedules are taking a toll on
our marriage. It's not so much the companionship I miss, but the quality
sex. I've always been a very sexual person. In college I took to the
freedom of being away from home with vigor. I went through boyfriends on a
regular basis. I kept the ones who really knew how to fuck around longer,
but eventually I tired of them and moved on to a new conquest.

After I graduated I took my current job. I had a small apartment and was
determined to concentrate on launching my career. My string of boyfriends
continued until I met Jim. He was the most complete fit that I had ever
met. He seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for sex. Although I had a
rule to never bed a new man on the first date, with Jim I just fell into
his arms and we have been together ever since.

Unfortunately as the money got tight and our schedules diverged, lack of
time and energy meant our sex lives took a hit. We went from twice a day,
once in the morning before work and once at night before going to bed, to
just the mornings, to every couple of mornings to every couple of
weekends. Worse yet, the quality of our lovemaking were also taking a
hit. Jim, while generous, was treating our sex life as a chore to be
endured instead of our previous celebrations of life. To say I was
frustrated is an understatement. My dildo could give me a workout when I
found the time and energy, but I needed a man's touch.

Of course I knew I could find a replacement for Jim easily. But I didn't
want to cheat on him and as a husband he was a good man. I kept thinking
that if we could just hang on, the economy would improve and things would
be like they had been in the past. Fortunately when I was at my wits end,
Jim had a huge sales month and his commission afforded us the opportunity
for a getaway vacation. We were able to rent a small house just outside
Rocky Mountain National Park for 5 nights. After the first couple of days
of hiking and recharging our batteries, Jim and I were both like our old
selves. We didn't leave the house for the next three days except to shop
for food. Our romance was definitely rekindled.

Unfortunately the next month Jim's sales were down and we were back to
struggling to make ends meet. Even worse, our sex life was
non-existent. One night while I was home alone (Jim was at his second job)
my neighbor Judy invited me over, an invitation I gladly accepted. Judy and
Ron, her husband, were a couple of years older than Jim and me. They seemed
to have an ideal marriage. We didn't know them that well, but we always got
along with them when we interacted.

Judy said Ron was out of town and she was feeling lonely. She had a bottle
of wine open and poured me a glass.

"I hate to drink alone," she said.

For the next couple of hours we drank and chatted like old friends. As the
alcohol lowered our inhibitions, conversation turned more sexual in
nature. Eventually I spilled the beans about my lack of sex problem. Judy
just laughed.

"That's no problem. I can solve that," she commented.

My mind was a little cloudy, but I wondered if I just heard what I thought
I heard.

"Listen Tina. Every woman needs a little help in the bedroom. Ron is great,
but I still need to supplement him."

"What kind of supplement?" I asked hoping she wasn't talking about me.

"Sex toys silly. What did you think I meant?"

I stammered an answer that didn't make me sound like I thought she was
cheating on Ron. She sounded like she didn't believe me. I was quick to
change the subject and she was quick to open another bottle of wine. By the
end of bottle two, my head was spinning. I told Judy I needed to head
home. I knew Jim would be home in just over an hour and I wanted to get in
bed so he wouldn't find me drunk. I stood on wobbly legs and started
walking toward the door. As we were passing the stairs to the second floor,
Judy not so subtlety pushed me toward the stairs.

"Before you leave I want to show you something."

In my wine fueled haze I was reluctant, but she was insistent and I found
myself clutching the banister as she directed me to her bedroom. It was
tastefully appointed and had a big walk in closet. There were three
dressers, clothes racks and a large cloth covered recliner. I was getting
nervous and I'm sure it showed. Judy commented on my obvious discomfort and
told me to relax.

"Here, look at this," she said. "This is how we keep our bed fresh and I
keep my pussy satisfied."

Even drunk I was shocked that she mentioned her pussy. I watched as Judy
slid open the bottom drawer of the dresser. She pulled out a beautiful
piece of lace lingerie.

"This is for when I'm sweet."

Then she shut that drawer and opened the next. It was filled with lingerie
also, but it looked like leather and maybe even vinyl. She pulled out a
stiff bra with holes cut out of the center.

"This is for when I'm naughty."

Shutting that drawer she moved onto the next. It was filled with all manner
of dildos, vibrators and a short cylinder with nubs on the end a little
bigger than a AA battery.

"This is for when Ron isn't home or can't get it up. I'll be in this drawer
later tonight."

Finally moving onto the fourth drawer she showed me a collection of cuffs,
blindfolds, a paddle, a crop and a thick black strap-on dildo.

"And this is for when I'm feeling extra kinky."

I just nodded my head not sure of what to say.

"All I'm saying is I'd rather have Ron's dick, but that isn't always
possible. Even when he is home, I cum much better with the aid of these."

She picked up the short cylinder and held it up for me to look at. Go ahead
and take it silly. She turned the base and it sprung to life. I held it in
my hands. Its vibrations were powerful for its small size.

"You hold it perpendicular to your clit when your man is taking care of
you. He'll feel the vibrations and it will drive you wild. I guarantee
it. The only problem is it eats batteries. I had to buy recharables for
it."

I turned off the devilish little toy and tried to and it back to her but
she wouldn’t take it.

"Keep it. Try it when Jim gets home and tell me what you think
tomorrow. I've got plenty of options for tonight."

If I was sober maybe I would have refused. That would have been the safe
thing. But I didn't. I took my new friend home and headed to the bedroom. I
hate to admit it, maybe it was the wine, but watching Judy describe her toy
collection had turned me on. I was desperate to try the tiny vibrator. I
stripped off my clothes and jumped in my bed. Reaching down my fingers
confirmed what I already knew. I was wet. I opened the drawer in my bedside
table and retrieved my dildo. I usually used it only after Jim fell asleep
if he hadn't made me orgasm. Occasionally I used it when he was working
late, but I always felt guilty. Tonight I didn't feel remorse, guilt or any
other hang up as I slid my dildo into my dripping pussy.

Oh, it felt so good. Jim hadn't given me his cock for at least a week and
who knew how he would feel when he got home. I didn't want to chance he
would be too tired for me so I began fucking myself in earnest. When I was
good and worked up, I turned the small vibrator Judy had given me back
on. My clit was engorged and peaking out of its hood. Its first contact
with the tiny buzzer was almost shocking, in a good way. I buzzed myself
several times, each time removing the vibrator quickly although holding it
on my clit longer each time.

Finally my body adjusted to the sensation and I was able to hold it
directly over my clit while I continued to bang away at my pussy with the
dildo. Judy was right. It was heavenly. I had used a vibrator a couple of
times in college but I forgot what having a powerful toy could do for
me. Soon I was thrashing on the bed and then gloriously cumming. It was the
best climax I had since we went on vacation a few months earlier. I lay in
the bed glowing until I heard the garage door open.


Damn, I had forgotten about Jim. I jumped up and put both toys in my
drawer. I grabbed a robe out of our bathroom and wrapped it around my hot,
naked body. I ran downstairs and found Jim in the kitchen. I purposely left
the sash of the robe open so he would have easy access to my body. With the
robe blowing open and my breasts flapping, I ran into the kitchen and
wrapped him in my arms.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever!" I shouted.

I pushed him against the wall and planted a passionate kiss on him before
he could react. Fortunately the story doesn't end with him rejecting me. He
did take me to bed and he did make love to me. I used the little vibrator
on my clit while he was inside of me and he was inspired by its
sensations. I came twice more before he deposited his load. I had to get
one of these toys for myself.

The next morning Jim was up and out of the house early. I had a few minutes
before I would have to drag myself to the shower in order to make it to
work on time. As a result, I enjoyed another fine round of self pleasure
with my new friend. My life attitude was definitely improving.

That night I had to work my second job so it was late before I was heading
home. I stopped at 7-11 and picked up a package of overpriced batteries. I
figured it was the least I could do for Judy. I didn't get home until 11
and all the lights were out in the house. Jim must have already been
asleep. I looked over at Judy's house and several lights were still
shining. I contemplated returning her toy but decided it was too late. I
also didn't want to risk having to explain myself to her husband in case he
was back from his trip.

I went into my house and up to the bedroom. Jim was snoring fast asleep. I
went into the bathroom and peeled off my dirty clothes. I took a quick
shower and then crawled into bed warm and naked. I thought of my dildo and
of the vibrator, but sleep overtook me before I chose to act on my urge.

The next night Jim and I both worked our second jobs, but they sent me home
early because they were slow. Seeing Judy's lights on I decided to stop
over. She appeared happy to see me and I thanked her for letting me use her
wonderful toy. I was secretly hoping she would let me borrow something
else, but instead she invited me to a toy party at her house on Saturday.

"What's a toy party?" I asked. I had visions of women sitting around using
toys on themselves and I really wasn't into that scene.

"Actually I got all my toys from the same place. There's a woman I know who
sells sex toys door-to-door."

"Really, door-to-door?" I said with disbelief.

"Well not really. She has a website and she also sells via hostess parties
like I'm having Saturday. It's kind of like a Tupperware party only we call
it Fuckerware."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said.

"Suzy, my friend, brings samples of what she sells on the website to
somebody's house. That person invites some friends she thinks will be open
to and benefit from the subject matter. You get great pricing because she
doesn't have a retail location requiring a big mark-up and you get to look
at the toys in a non-threatening location."

"That all sounds innocent enough," I commented.

"Just to warn you, it's not all innocent. Not that we're going to force you
to do anything, but sometimes a woman wants to test the merchandise. Suzy
brings a few 'demo' models and sometimes either lets you borrow one in the
privacy of a bedroom or even demonstrates on herself."

Things were starting to get weird, but I told Judy I would attend. After
all I could always leave and Jim was working anyway. The rest of the week I
thought about the party and how I would react. I was certainly sexually
open and I really liked her little vibrator. I knew I wanted to at least
buy that one, but what else would she bring? Would the other women in
attendance be 'normal' or was Judy inviting a bunch of degenerates? Is that
what she thought of me? No, I was normal and Judy seemed normal enough. I
decided it was just a gathering of liberated women who wanted pleasure. At
least that is what I told myself.

Saturday finally came. Jim had to work from noon to 8. The party was at 2
so I figured I would have plenty of time to try out my new toys. I debated
what to wear to the party. It seemed like I should wear a skirt in case I
was inspired to try a toy, but I didn't want to seem too obvious. I decided
on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. At the last minute I almost changed my
mind, but at 2pm I walked next door. There were at least 8 cars parked in
front of Judy's house. I rang the door bell and she let me in.

"Thanks for coming Tina," she said and gave me a big hug. "Let me introduce
you."

Judy walked me around the room introducing me to a series of women. Most we
around our age and had wedding rings on their fingers. I've never been good
with names but I made it a point to remember Suzy, the sales lady. I was
also introduced to Faith. She lived a few houses to the north of Judy and
Ron. I had seen her in the neighborhood but we had never met. As she shook
my hand I was struck by how firm her handshake was. She was solid like an
athlete. She wasn't curvy and she wasn't classically beautiful. She struck
me as powerful and I wondered if she lifted weights.

Judy said there were two other people expected so we stood around and
chatted until they arrived. Everyone was very friendly and the atmosphere
was definitely casual. Judy had several bottles of wine open and everybody
had a couple of glasses except Suzy. When it was time to get down to
business, we formed a circle around the living room. Suzy began with a
description of her company and her philosophy on women's pleasure. Her
theory was that for too long women had suppressed their own sexual pleasure
and sex was something to be celebrated not condemned. Whether alone or with
a partner, a woman should be able to do whatever she wanted to find her
pleasure zone. Of course that met with great satisfaction to the assembled
group.

Suzy lifted a large case onto the coffee table and opened it up. Inside
were about 6 dildos and vibrators neatly held in high density foam. I also
spied the little vibrator Judy had let we borrow, the one thing I knew I
wanted to buy. All of the women leaned forward and began to pay more
attention. Suzy picked out the first vibrator and began to talk about its
quality construction for years of dependability. She went on to describe
each toy in detail and passed them around the group. The women were
examining the toys like you would examine a fruit or vegetable at the store
before you bought it. Some were weighing them in their hands comparing the
relative merits of the models and speculating on which would was better
suited to their purpose.

After showing everything in that case, Suzy pulled out a catalog. "Of
course I can't bring everything I represent with me, but I can get you
whatever you need."

I didn't have a toy in my hand at that moment so I gestured to get the
catalog. I had never seen such a selection in my life. There was every
size, shape and color imaginable. I had no idea how somebody was supposed
to choose. I was engrossed in looking at the catalog and not paying
attention in the least when one of the women asked Suzy for a
demonstration. I looked up just as Suzy was opening another case, also
filled with vibrators.

"I keep these as demonstration models," she said. "They all get cleaned
after each party so you don't have to worry about hygiene."

A woman, I didn't remember her name, picked a large vibrator and walked up
to Judy. She whispered something in her ear and Judy said "up the stairs"
and pointed out of the living room. The woman casually walked out and the
demonstration continued.

Suzy opened a third case. This one was different. I wasn't even sure what
all the things were. As Suzy explained about the items I learned about
nipple suckers, clit suckers, magic wands, Ben WA balls, chastity belts and
more. I'm sure I was not the only one who found this arousing. I know that
because just as the first woman was returning with the borrowed vibrator,
another one of my neighbors, Lisette, I think, a young blonde who had just
moved into the subdivision, grabbed a different model and walked out of the
room.

My pussy was starting to feel very warm and I now regretted wearing the
jeans. They were very tight and the crotch was rubbing my pussy every time
my weight shifted in the chair. Like the dildos and vibrators had been,
this case of toys was passed around for inspection and another catalog
followed. The room seemed to be getting warmer as Suzy asked for volunteers
to model some lingerie.

I looked around the room and only one hand was up. It was Judy's. Suzy
excused herself and walked out with Judy and a suitcase. They disappeared
upstairs and the rest of us sat silently. The only sound to break the
silence was Lisette returning to the room. She definitely had the look of
someone who had been masturbating.

"This thing is incredible. You girls have to try it," she said.

About that time Suzy returned. "Judy will be down in a minute. I wish
somebody else would volunteer so you could see more, but we'll be fine."

Suzy busied herself passing out lingerie catalogs and then I saw Judy
descending the stairs. She was dressed in a black merry widow, thigh high
stockings and 4" stiletto pumps. She looked incredibly sexy. I didn't
remember ever thinking of another woman that way. Maybe it was the tension
in my jeans or maybe it was the entire atmosphere of being around the toys,
but I felt my pussy gush a little when she entered the room.

Judy toured the group while Suzy described why her lingerie was superior to
what you buy in name brand stores like Victoria's Secret. What she was
saying made sense, although when I looked at the prices in the catalog, I
questioned whether it made that much sense. The group of women seemed
apprehensive about having Judy model in front of them. I wondered if it was
because they were all having the same feelings between their legs that I
was having or whether it was something else. Judy modeled 4 other outfits
that afternoon and by the end of the show all I could think about was
getting home and getting my hand in my pants.

I tried to estimate how much money Suzy took in that afternoon. It was
considerable. Most of the toys she had "in stock" in her SUV as well as
some of the lingerie. The rest she had to order with a promise to deliver
within a week. I felt I needed to apologize that all I could afford was my
new small sleek vibrator to replace the one I had borrowed from Judy. Suzy
told me not to worry about it. If I wanted to host a party I could earn
more toys and if I wanted to model, I could do better still. I told her I'd
think about it, but I really intended just to save my money. I didn't think
I could show myself off like Judy had done.

I walked back home. I wanted to run but I was afraid somebody from the
party would see me. Once inside the house, though, I made a beeline to our
bedroom and quickly shed my clothes. My orgasms were quick to arrive and
quick to depart. I knew I wasn't satisfied but with Jim due home, I figured
I'd have to wait. After a light dinner, I practically raped Jim. He
performed well, but my mind was on Judy modeling the lingerie. I didn't
know why that was what I pictured, but I was imagining her taking off her
lingerie and beckoning me to come to her. Jim and I both climaxed at the
same time, but I had to wonder what he would do if he knew I was thinking
about my sexy neighbor while I did.

Our work schedules continued to be chaotic and nights like that one were
few and far between. Luckily my happiness buzzer was keeping me sane,
although it was starting to lose its appeal. I knew I needed something
fresh and exciting. I called Suzy to host a party, but I really didn't know
enough people who would attend to make it profitable for her. She continued
to press me to be a model. I couldn't tell her that the primary reason I
was uncomfortable was I had been secretly fantasizing about Judy and I
didn't want other women thinking of me that way.

Being the good sales person that she is, Suzy persuaded me to come to her
office, her house actually, and see more samples. She said I could try them
on and "test" model them in private to get over my uneasiness. She told me
that Judy had earned $300 worth of merchandise at her party. Suzy told me
she had a big party scheduled for a bridal shower in three weeks. She would
give me 5% of the receipts in cash if I modeled or 10% in product trade. I
wanted to do it. I certainly needed the money or if I took products instead
I would be set for the foreseeable future. I agreed to visit Suzy and learn
more.

Two days later I was sitting drinking tea in Suzy's living room. She lived
in a nice house which was tastefully decorated. After some getting to know
you chit chat, Suzy escorted me to the basement where she ran the
business. The basement was finished like a rec room except for rack upon
rack of shelves stocked with every sex toy imaginable. There were three
free standing wardrobes full of lingerie, a small stage with lights and a
stripper pole, a sex swing hanging from the ceiling and a bed. It took
several moments of me standing open mouthed before she spoke.

"It's a little overwhelming."

I had to agree. I never expected the quantity of her operation. Suzy
explained she does at least 3 shows a week and usually 4. It got grueling
since she had to fill the orders from the shows and website all day and
then be out a few nights a week at the parties, but she was clearing about
half a million in sales each year off the web and about half that in party
sales. As the only full time employee she was earning about $300,000. I
start doing the math in my head. 5% of party receipts times a couple of
hundred thousand... Modeling could be the answer to my money dilemma.

Apparently Suzy could see the wheels spinning in my head. She told me that
to be a successful model for her, my job would be to turn on the guests and
get them in a sexy, buying mood, much as Judy had done. She explained I
would have to be comfortable modeling the lingerie and handling the toys,
although she wouldn't require me to demonstrate the toys. Of course, at
some parties, the women get a little wild and they will request
demonstrations. It would be entirely up to me whether to accept those
requests.

"I will tell you, I had a model that was more than happy to show off her
masturbation skills to a bunch of repressed housewives. She was an
exhibitionist at heart, but I also think she liked teasing them. Once she
got herself off, whatever vibrator she was using would fly off the shelf. I
usually made twice as much money those weeks. I always gave her a healthy
bonus after those parties because I knew she was responsible for the
sales. Most parties don't get that crazy, but I can guarantee you will be
propositioned at some of them. What do you think?"

I paused. The money sounded great, but I didn't know if I could do it. I
explained my apprehension and Suzy was very calm and reassuring.

"Look Tina. You are a beautiful woman and I think you could do very
well. But you have to get over shyness. That would fly if you were hosting
the party. Heck it might even help because your friends know what you are
like and it would feel genuine. But if we're working as a team, you need to
not be nervous and really sell the product."

I told her I understood and was willing to try.

"OK," she said. "Let's start with having you try on a modest nightie. Take
your clothes off."

Suzy left no wiggle room in her command. I looked around for a changing
room, but I didn't see one. Suzy wasn't paying attention to me. She was
hunting through the wardrobe. So I quickly dispatched my clothes and placed
them, neatly folded, on the table. I was standing in my bra and panties
when she returned with a long, flowing house gown.

"You can keep the panties for this one, but lose the bra."

Suzy's eyes were locked on mine as I unhooked my bra leaving my breasts to
dangle free. Suzy took my bra and placed it on the table with the rest of
my clothes and helped me slide into the house gown. She tugged and pinched
the gown trying to get it to hang properly.

"You'll need to learn how to dress yourself since you will not have help at
the party, but today I'll help because I need to learn how to fit you."

I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror behind the stage. The gown
wasn't fitting right and Suzy looked upset. She kept trying to adjust
it. In the process she kept touching my sensitive spots. Several times she
"accidentally" brushed against my breasts trying to get the material to
hang right. Instantly my nipples began to harden which was probably the
look she was going for.

Eventually she gave up with a dejected huff. "This one just isn't going to
fit. I need to measure you."

Suzy pulled off the gown leaving me standing there naked, except for my
panties. She pulled a tape measure out from a desk drawer along with a pad
of paper. Height, weight, inseam, arm and leg length, waist size, bust
size, hips, calves, you name it, she measured it. Her fingers were
constantly touching me. Not in a sexual way, per say, she was cool and
professional, but my body didn't know that. My body was responding in
kind. My pussy was lubricating and my nipples were hard as rocks. When Suzy
knelt down in front of me to measure my inseam, I spread my legs a little
bit to give her room to place the measuring tape. In doing so, my pussy
came in contact with the back of her hand. I'm sure she could tell I was
wet and although even though I couldn't smell myself, I'm sure at the close
range of her head's position, she could. I shiver ran through my body as I
gave into the eroticism of the moment.

Standing there naked in front of the fully clothed Suzy was my worst
nightmare. My body was responding in ways I could not control. Suzy
remained detached and professional which was driving me crazy. Part of me
wanted to flee and part of me wanted her to throw me down had fuck me, but
my body was frozen on the spot unable to move to either extreme. Suzy
returned with a red leather corset she swore would fit me better. She had
me remove my panties. Her hands continued to tantalize my flesh as she
helped me into it. Once again she brushed my nipples as she positioned the
corset's cups around my breasts. She seemed to be taking pride in teasing
me as she laced the garment ever tighter forcing my breasts to swell upward
and out giving me a massive cleavage and pulling the tight crease of the
corset's crotch strap deeper and deeper in between my pussy lips. In the
end the garment was so tight I struggled to breathe as Suzy left me staring
at myself in the mirror while she retrieved some shoes.

I looked at the vision in the mirror. It wasn't me. It was some sex crazed
bimbo on the prowl. My pussy was soaking. Even if Suzy had not noticed
before, the corset was going to be wet when she took it off of me. Visions
of having to buy the corset and wear it home to avoid detection flooded my
mind. I knew I couldn't afford it, though, and where would I wear such a
garment? I'd scare Jim off if I wore this in the bedroom, I chuckled to
myself.

Suzy returned with a pair of red leather stilettos to match my corset. Fuck
Me Pumps were all I could think as she steadied my wobbly legs enough to
slip them on.

"Walk for me. Let's see if you can model this one."

I teetered across the stage unable to take my eyes off the reflection in
the mirror. I could see Suzy smiling as she watched. Although I had worn
heels this high before, the constricting nature of the corset required me
to take very small steps. Whenever I took a normal step, the binding of the
crotch put incredible pressure on my clit. I gasped at the first step and
had to fight to keep from losing control. Slowly I became more sure
footed. As I walked back and forth across the stage Suzy kept calling out
suggestions, or were they commands, on how to strut and "show off the
merchandise." I wasn't sure if she was talking about me or the corset. My
mind was swirling with lust as the corset continued to rub my sensitive
naughty bits in the most arousing ways. Suzy continued to bark orders and
pull on the edges of the corset, and my breasts, nipples, ass and pussy, in
the supposed cause of making sure it fit "just right." I was quickly losing
control and about to give into my lust and simply start masturbating when
Suzy announced that was enough for the corset. She helped me off the stage
and started unlacing the garment.

My body was hot with a mixture of sweat and love juice as Suzy peeled the
offending garment from my body. The crotch of the corset suck to my pussy
lips until Suzy peeled it way, a dark stain of moisture confirmed what we
both knew to be the truth. I slumped into a chair. I was breathing hard, my
torso finally released from the constriction of the corset. My pussy was
throbbing and my legs were splayed wide. I had started to come back to my
senses and again my conscious mind told me to grab my clothes and get out
of there while my lust fueled subconscious told me to just give in and
finger fuck myself.

Suzy hung the corset back on the clothes rack and pulled off a baby doll
nightie. This could not have been more different from the corset. It was
silk, soft and hung gently from my curves. Once again Suzy brushed my
sensitive areas, driving me wild, as she fit the garment to my body. Once
again Suzy had me strut in front of the mirror while giving me instructions
on how to move and even pout for erotic effect. My arousal was even more in
overdrive by the time I finished modeling the nightie. Suzy stopped the
pretense of ignoring my overheated state and told me there was nothing
wrong with enjoying my job. That was how her clothes were supposed to make
a woman feel. I wanted to tell her it wasn't the clothes, but the
situation. But I just nodded instead unable to admit the truth in
public. Suzy stripped off the nightie and once again I was naked in front
of her. My urge to masturbate was even stronger this time and as she turned
her back to me to hang the nightie back up I discretely gave my clit a
quick rub. The shock it sent through my body was exquisite and I shivered
in pleasure. Of course Suzy turned around too soon and caught me with my
finger near my cookie jar. She didn't seem offended or upset, but I turned
bright red with embarrassment.

"You're blushing is cute, but don't worry about it honey. I've got just
what you need."

What I needed was one of her dildos, my fingers, heck her fingers, anything
for a couple of minutes so I could cum. What I got was much, much more.

"I don't bring this item to most of the parties. It's a bit much for some
people, but I think you'll like it."

My girl juice was dripping from my wanton pussy and my nipples were hard
beyond belief. Suzy opened a cabinet and I saw her pull out a pair of black
panties. I could tell the material was not cloth. She also pulled out a
case which had been on the shelf next to them. She brought the garment over
to me.

"This is a very special toy. I guarantee you will have one of the best
orgasms of your life with it. Want to try?"

I looked at the panty and took it from her hand. It was made of vinyl, I
think. It was full size and looked like it would fit very tight. Around the
waistband was a thin zipper and in the crotch were three sets of metal
contacts. To say I was confused is an understatement. Suzy opened the case
and explained how the panties work.

"These panties are $300 bucks which is a tough sell. Hidden in the
waistband is a series of 12 watch batteries. They are thin, fairly cheap
and provide about 12 hours of power if used properly."

"Power? Power for what?" I asked.

Suzy turned the case around. Inside were 10 attachments of differing shapes
and sizes. Suzy explained that the accessories clip onto the metal contacts
which provide power and control to vibrators housed in each one. There were
3 different sized and shape butt plugs, 2 g-spot shaped vibrators and 3
regular shaped vibrators for your pussy and 2 more for direct clitoral
stimulation. I looked at the collection and they seemed shaped to either
fill a woman up or to be worn all day. Suzy then pulled a remote control
out of the case.

"After putting on the panty, you decide what kind of stimulation you
want. You can control each of the three vibrator locations individually,
program the panty to rotate which is on, turn on randomly with various
amounts of power or my personal favorite, a long slow tease."

I was not in the mood for a tease, but I was intrigued by what that meant.

"In tease mode the panty chooses at random which vibrator to turn on and
for how long. But it only uses the lowest setting. You can get half a day
out of the batteries on this mode. The panties are tight enough that you
will not leak around the edges. That's a good thing because you will be
hotter than you ever have been before. I usually wear a pair when I'm
having a party because it keeps me focused on sex and wearing this under
your clothes is an incredible turn-on. Of course as soon as I'm back in the
car I have to hit the full power button on the remote. I always cum within
moments."

I wondered who would create such a device, but in my sexually charged
state, I had to try them.

"Can I try them?" I asked. I then shamefully admitted that I really needed
to cum.

"I know you do sweetie. That's what my company is all about. Of course you
can try them."

Suzy picked out three attachments. The smallest butt plug and the smaller
clitoral stimulator were first. I balked at the plug.

"Um, Suzy, I don't do anal," I told her emphatically.

"Girl, you don't know what you're missing. But that's cool. The panties
know when nothing is connected to the third contact. You actually can
stretch the battery life by running with only one or two attachments. I do
need to find your g-spot, however so I can choose the right pussy
vibrator."

I was still processing what she just said when I saw her hand, two fingers
outstretched reach toward my unprotected sex. For the first time another
woman's fingers entered my pussy before I had a chance to react. I shiver
raced from my feet, through my pussy, up my spine and into my head as she
expertly probed my pussy searching for my most sensitive spot. She was an
expert, I'll give her that. I had a strong urge to urinate as her finger
tapped the mushy tissue around my g-spot. I felt my legs go weak as she
moved her fingers around searching for my arousal core. A had to wrap my
arms around her neck to keep from falling over and I felt a fresh gush of
juice coat her fingers.

"That's the spot. You need a number 3. It will have you climbing the walls
before you blast off."

I heard Suzy's voice, but I was too busy trying to hump her hand,
wordlessly trying to convince her to leave her fingers where they were for
just a few moments longer. Alas she pulled her glistening fingers out and
then holding them up for me to see.

"You are definitely ready for an advanced toy."

I watched as Suzy pulled the number 3 vibrator out of the case. It was thin
and not very long. Perhaps 3.5 inches long and at most .75 inches
around. It was curved, however, and Suzy assured me it would fit just
right. Suzy put the vibrator in front of my mouth and told me to lick it to
warm it up. I felt debased as I sucked it into my mouth as if it was my
husband, but I didn't care. 15 seconds later it was being slid, with
absolutely no resistance I might add, into my pussy and was then twisted
into position. The simple contact with my g-spot was enough to make me
climb the walls.

"Calm down little one. We're almost done."

Suzy then grabbed the clitoral vibrator. It was a thin round bar about two
inches long and perhaps half an inch in diameter. It snapped into the front
of the panty. Apparently the metal contacts were magnetic. Suzy pulled the
g-spot vibrator back out of my pussy and sent me to the bathroom to relieve
myself where I had to resist the urge to masturbate. Suzy then had me step
into the panties and she guided them up my legs. When they were up to me
knees, she reinserted the g-spot vibrator. The panties were tighter than
any other pair I had ever worn and I was thankful she was there to help me.

Suzy had to stand behind me and pull the panties from both sides to get
over my hips. As a result I had to bend forward a bit to facilitate the
lift. I felt like a bitch dog in heat. I was already penetrated and now a
woman I hardly knew was pulling the most restrictive panty I'd ever seen up
my legs with a promise to make me cum harder than I ever had before.

Finally the panty was almost in place. Suzy took care to reseat the g-spot
vibrator in the proper location and again I almost came just from that. I
heard that vibrator click onto the panty's middle connection and with a
final tug, they were on. The clit bar was seated perfectly over my swollen
nub. My release would be soon and I was ready.

I looked at Suzy who was holding the remote. I watched as she pushed a
button and instantly both vibrators sprung to life. Just as quickly my
knees buckled and I slumped to the floor convulsing in a quivering
orgasm. As I lay moaning on the floor I looked back up at Suzy who pressed
another button and the vibrations seemed to double in intensity. My body
was wracked with another wave of pleasure as the g-spot vibrator worked its
magic. I felt like I was going to lose bladder control and grabbed the
front of the panty with both hands.

"No more! Turn it off!" I screamed.

Just as quickly as it had turned on, the vibrations stopped. The quivering
in my body did not as I continued to roll on the floor as the orgasmic
shock waves continued to caress my body. Slowly I came back to Earth and
saw Suzy smiling at me.

"It's a shame you didn't let me continue. That urge to pee is what happens
right before you have a g-spot orgasm. You were about to squirt."

"I've never felt like that before. It was amazing," I replied.

"If you'll let me, I can get you back there and take you further."

What was there to think about? "Hell yes," I said.

I assumed Suzy would just turn on the vibrators again, but instead Suzy
helped me to my feet and began pulling off the panty. Although it had
successfully held back my juices, the smell released was
overpowering. Again I was embarrassed, but Suzy assured me there was no
reason to be.

Suzy pulled the panty down just to my thighs and then went back to the case
and retrieved the smaller butt plug. "You have to try this," she
said. "Trust me."

Whether I trusted her or not was not an issue. My body was like clay
waiting to be molded by her and I submissively bent over one of her tables
as she applied a generous amount of lube to my ass and the plug. She told
me to relax, easy enough in my aroused state, and in it went. Then up came
the panties and I heard the telltale click of both vibrators connecting
themselves. I gingerly stood back up. Even though I had the small plug in
my backside, it felt huge. Suzy gave a quick push of a button, and it
sprung to life for about 5 seconds. Then she turned it off. It was a
different feeling. I had never had those nerves stimulated in a sexual way
and it felt good. Whatever Suzy had planned, I was going to go along
willingly.

Suzy looked at her watch. "I didn't realize it was so late. How about some
lunch?"

"Um, can I put my clothes back on?" I asked.

"Do you want an even bigger orgasm? Do you trust me?" she queried.

I knew the answer to the first question was an unqualified yes. As to the
second, I wasn't so sure.

"First, let's get you a new bra," she began.

Suzy opened a draw full of lacy undergarments. She rooted around for a
minute and pulled out a full coverage push-up. Normally I wear a demi cup
so I can show a little cleavage and I was surprised she had chosen a more
conservative model. When she wrapped it around my chest, I saw I was
mistaken. From a distance the bra looked normal, but up close I saw the
cut-outs for my nipples. As Suzy pulled the bra tight, I also realized she
picked one at least two sizes too small. As my breasts were squeezed into
the cups, out popped my nipples and most of my areolas. Beyond the
exposures, the texture of the bra on the areola seemed itchy.

"That's better. It will keep your mind off your pussy," she beamed.

Suzy went back to the rack and pulled off a pale yellow sundress. This
confused me more than the bra.

"I call this outfit the tease collection. It's not about showing you off,
it's about getting you off."

I didn't understand until she slipped the dress over my head. It was very
loose fitting and slid down my body easily. I was expecting the dress to be
more form fitting, but it moved effortlessly, almost flowing across my
body. The key, I quickly realized was a band of rough material sown in the
inside across the chest of the dress. The first time the position of the
dress shifted across my distended nipples, a shock went through my body. I
was now setup for four locations of discrete stimulation. I looked at Suzy
with concern.

"Don't worry, baby. You look great and I know you're going to love
this. Now, let's get lunch."

I figured we would walk upstairs for sandwiches, but Suzy deftly guided me
into the garage and then into the car. Walking up the stairs, my nipples
began screaming for attention as the dress rubbed them in all the right
ways. The butt plug was also dancing its stimulating dance in my ass as I
climbed the stairs and the vibrator kept poking my newly discovered happy
point. And they were not even on yet. I was practically shaking with
desire. I knew I should call a quit to this game, but I couldn't.

I passively sat down in Suzy's SUV and buckled the seat belt. She got in on
the other side and before she pulled out of the garage, she pulled the
panty remote out of her purse. I had almost forgotten about it.

"We're just going a few miles into town for lunch. I know a great little
restaurant on a lake. I'll put you on random so you can enjoy the ride."

I watched her click the button and the clit vibrator sprang to life. It was
an intense buzz, about as hard and fast as I had felt before. And then it
stopped. I looked at Suzy with a pleading look in my eyes. Then the butt
plug fired. Not as strong, or maybe I just am less sensitive there. Again
it was for just a few seconds. A minute later the clit vibrator and g-spot
vibrators both sprang to life simultaneously and both very strong. I
couldn't suppress the moan they caused. And so it went. Between every 15
seconds to a minute, one or more of the vibrators would jump to life. The
position and intensity kept changing keeping me off guard. I was a mess by
the time we reached the parking lot. My hands were busy cupping my breasts
and rubbing my nipples through the dress. My pussy was spasming and I'm
sure leaking its love juice into the panty, but the stimulation wasn't long
enough to let me climax. I hated myself for giving such power to Suzy, but
I loved her for seizing the opportunity.

Suzy parked in a parking lot about a block off the lake. As we pulled in to
relative privacy, I begged her to let me cum.

"I told you it would be better than the one you had at my house. You're not
ready yet."

"I'll do anything you want," I begged again. After a pregnant pause, "I'll
even lick your pussy!"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm not gay," she replied. "I'm just trying to
teach you why my business is special. I learned from my own experiences
what women want and need to achieve their best orgasms and I've turned that
into a successful business. I could tell from the party that you just
needed someone to give you a little push and break down your hang-ups about
your own sexuality."

"So why can't I cum?" I asked.

"Don't worry, you will. But you need a little more seasoning first."

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. As I stepped out of
the car, the butt plug shifted into high gear and I almost lost my
balance. I looked back to Suzy.

"I don't think I can do this. I'll never make it. I'll cum in front of
everybody."

"Would that be a bad thing, Tina?"

"Um, yeah. I'm not some exhibitionist slut. Just let me cum here to take
the edge off."

"Or you could take the panties off. That would work too."

The tone of her voice and the stern look on her face convinced me that I
was going to continue wearing the panties and if I couldn’t control myself,
I’d be cumming in public.

"Alright, let's go. Where's this restaurant?"

"One second and we're off."

I watched as Suzy pressed a couple of buttons on the remote and then set it
on the front seat and lock the car. Ever so gently I felt the vibes all
turn on. They were not buzzing very fast. They were almost gentle and very
quiet. I figured this was the tease mode she had spoken of.

"Now we are ready. Let's go."

Suzy led the way as we walked down to the lake. It was a beautiful day and
the park area was teaming with life. I didn't remember any restaurants on
the lakefront, but food was the least of my concerns. The vibrators,
although hardly on, were hitting all the right spots as I walked and the
wind was blowing my dress rubbing my now highly sensitive nipples. The
sensations were strong, but I knew they wouldn't be enough to let me cum.

Suzy led me for a nice walk along the lake. I'm sure in the sun, the pale
dress would be at least semi-transparent and I was sure my nipples were
being prominently displayed, but I didn't look down to confirm what my body
was telling me. I'm sure the men jogging in the park were getting an
eyeful, but all I could concentrate on was the sexual energy coursing
through my body. Again I offered myself to Suzy. I'd be her playing if she
just let me cum.

She mocked me saying I was a married woman and she didn't want to take
advantage of me. She reminded me that her company was about teaching women
to enjoy themselves and helping them be more intimate with their
partners. I told her that was exactly what I wanted. To be intimate with
her. She just chuckled. I couldn't believe she was turning down my offer. I
knew I was more turned on than I ever had been before. I was willing to do
anything she asked. Anything. And she rejected me.

After about a mile walk through the park we turned back up a side street
and Suzy escorted me into a small bistro. It was dark and romantic. I saw
many couples enjoying romantic lunches and wondered how many of them were
cheating on their spouses. I'd never cheated on Jim before, but anybody in
that restaurant who asked could have had me. We sat down in a booth, the
motion pushed the plug further up my ass.

"I'm never going to make it Suzy."

"Trust me Tina. I know what I'm doing. I've reeducated many unhappy
housewives. If I didn’t leave the remote in the car you would eventually
convince me to turn up the panties. You'd be screaming your head off worse
than Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. You wouldn't want to make a scene do
you?"

I quickly shut up. The waitress appeared. She was a young thing. Probably
18 and just out of high school. I heard Suzy ordering a salad but all I
could concentrate on was the fit of her uniform. I was in my own world
staring at the girl until Suzy snapped her fingers in front of my face. I
apologized for my lack of attention (to the menu not to the waitress) and
just told her to bring two. I didn't know what I ordered.

Suzy kept talking about her business and how she thought I was perfect to
be a model. I was able to keep enough attention to hold a conversation, but
I'm not sure if I made any sense. My mind was on the fire in my loins and
the lusty stares I was giving the other patrons and they were giving
me. All the while the panty kept happily buzzing away keeping me on the
edge of a massive climax but not letting me get there.

Lunch was uneventful, if you can call sitting in public while your pussy
sautés itself uneventful. Did the waitress keep coming over to look at my
nipples or was she just being attentive. Did all the men want to fuck me or
was my mind just losing its grip on reality? As we walked back to the car
was Suzy's arm around my waist to steady me or was this part of her master
plan to seize control of my body? Finally we reached the car.

"You've done exceptionally well Tina. You've been on simmer for over an
hour. I'll give you a choice. We can go home and I'll turn the panties on
full. You can have the biggest, loudest orgasm of your life in the privacy
of my basement in about half an hour."

"Yes. Please let's go," I quickly agreed.

"Not so fast. The cost of that option is I'm turning the panties back on
random for the drive home. Only this time I'll select level 2. I will not
tell you what else that adds, but I'm pretty sure you'll like it. Oh, and
you have to take your dress off too and ride home in just the panties and
bra."

"What's my other choice?"

"That one's even more fun. We walk back to the park. We find a nice spot
near the jogging path and the panty blows your mind at the most inopportune
moment. You'll still get the biggest orgasm of your life, but this time it
will not be so private. Unless of course you can keep yourself quiet."

There was no way I would be quiet and once again I hated myself for being
in this situation. Suzy held my orgasm, literally, in the palm of her hand
with the remote. She could make me cum with the push of a button. So far
she had not demanded anything in return choosing not to use the power she
held over me except to tease me beyond belief. I knew my body couldn't take
much more of these panties, but could it hold out for another half an hour
and spare me the embarrassment of cuming in front of a group of strangers?
Would Suzy even let me cum in half an hour or was this part of some master
plan to make me even more vulnerable to some diabolical secret agenda she
had?

"Back to your house," I said.

I sat down in the SUV and bucked my seatbelt.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.

I looked at her for a moment and the unbuckled the seatbelt. I got back out
of the car and after carefully looking around the parking lot I pulled the
dress over my head."

"Just toss it in the back," she commanded.

As I did she told me she changed her mind and to have the bra join it. This
wasn't part of the deal, but I wasn't going to argue semantics. Soon I was
buckled back in the seat, naked except for my high heels and the torture
panties as I decided to call them.

"OK, now for part two and we can go."

I looked at Suzy but saw only amusement in her expression. I'm sure she was
laughing inside about how easy it had been to convert me into a sex crazed
pervert.

"Open the glove box. There is a small opaque container. Pull it out."

I did. Inside were eight adhesive patches. They looked like what a doctor
uses when you get an EKG.

"Two of the pads go on your breasts just above your nipples and two just
below. The other four go on your thighs on either side of your pussy and
just above your pussy on your waist. Then connect the four pads on your
breasts with the short wires and do the same on the pussy pads."

It took me a couple of minutes to figure out how the wires clipped into the
pads. Suzy then took a longer wire and ran it from my left breast into a
plug in the waistband of the panty. She did the same for my thigh and waist
pads with a shorter wire. As she was bent over with the wires I wanted to
just grab her head and force her to lick my pussy, but I knew the panty
would not allow any contact except by its diabolical devices. Connections
complete, Suzy leaned back up. Reaching into the glove box for another
small opaque case she pulled out two small clear cylinders and a
syringe. She gave the first cylinder a lick around the open end and pressed
my right nipple into it. Using the syringe she then began to draw the air
out of it pulling my nipple deeply into the cylinder. My breath was coming
short and quick as I tried to adjust to this new sensation. It was a mix of
pain and pleasure intensified as she completed the same treatment on my
left nipple. Finally she started the car, I hoped to her house and the
climax I had been begging to receive.

Just before we pulled out, she spoke. "You could have already cum, but I
admire your resolve. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

With that and a few more pushes of the buttons on the remote, the vibrators
sprang back to life. Faster than she had they set in the restaurant, but I
knew not fast enough to let me cum. As I had been for the last two hours,
my mind was awash with thoughts of how to hasten my climax. As if she had
been reading my mind, Suzy stopped at the entrance to the parking lot and
unbuckled my seat belt.

"I know how women like you think. Get the third box out of the glove
compartment."

I was too far gone to argue. I did was she asked. This box was
bigger. Opening it I found a blindfold and a set of handcuffs. Finally her
game was at hand."

"I forgot about part three of your choice to cum at my house. I don't want
you pulling off the nipple suckers so cuff your hands behind your back. The
blindfold will let you concentrate on what you are feeling."

I took a deep breath. As kinky as the day had been, if I had the strength,
or weakness, to do what she asked, our relationship would never be the
same. Just then an electric shock rocked my breasts and thighs and the clit
vibrator turned on full for just the briefest of moments. My torso
contracted throwing me forward. I rebounded back against the seat as a
surge of lust flew through my body.

"I've got to cum. You win. Take me to the park. I'll cum wherever you say!"

But Suzy just looked at me as if to say I had made my choice and now had to
live with the consequences. I pulled the blindfold over my eyes and snapped
one of the cuffs on my wrist.

"Behind your back please... Here I'll help."

I felt the second cuff click into place. My submission complete. My mind
gone. My body's actions controlled by lust. I then felt the seatbelt being
clicked back in place and the car began to move. The trip home seemed to
take much longer as I was denied my eyesight. There seemed to be more turns
although it could have just been my inability to concentrate on anything
other than the electric shocks and vibrations coursing through my
body. Finally the car stopped and I felt the seatbelt being removed.

"We're here Tina. You've made it."

"Great, get this stuff off of me."

"Of course. Let me help you out of the car."

No, that wasn't what I meant. I heard her door open and shut and then
mine. I felt Suzy's hand grip my arm as she began to pull me out of the
car. I could feel grass through the open toe of my high heels. We were not
in her garage.

"What the fuck!?! Where are we?"

"We're at my home just as I had promised."

I felt myself being led forward in the grass.

"Bullshit. Where did you take me?"

Click. I heard the sound even before I felt all seven stimulation points
come to life. I fought it as hard as I could. I didn't want her to make me
cum in public, especially since I didn't know where I was. I fought and
fought against the sensation. It must have been at least 10 seconds before
my body collapsed for the second time that day into a quivery mass of
orgasming flesh. Anybody within a 3 block area probably heard my screams of
passion as I rolled around in the grass. I don't know how long I lay on the
ground, my body clenching and releasing as if I was having a seizure. I do
know that as the vibrations and shocks stopped, I felt Suzy lifting me back
to my feel and walking me up a sidewalk and then through a door. She guided
me into the room where I was pushed back into a comfortable chair. I had no
idea where I was or how many people were watching as the g-spot vibrator
turned on, this time as I later learned, at full power with a ferocity I
had never felt before. Immediately I felt like I was going to pee, my pussy
tender from the hours of teasing and two massive orgasms I had
experienced. The pain was exquisite and my breathing became labored.

"The need to pee will pass quickly. Get ready for the big one," I heard
Suzy say.

She was right. I could feel the biggest orgasm of my life begin to build
very quickly. And then the vibrations stopped.

"Oops, sorry about that," Suzy teased.

I looked at the direction where the voice came from. If I didn't have the
blindfold on Suzy would have seen the daggers coming from my eyes in her
direction.

"I couldn't resist. Here you go. Have fun."

Another click and all three vibrators sprung to life at full speed. I was
off like a rocket and felt my pussy clamp down on the vibrator as I felt a
release unlike any I had ever had before. I was sure my pussy was squirting
its juice just as Suzy had promised as I felt the inside of the panty
flood. Over and over I saw stars as I was consumed by my orgasm. I felt
like I couldn't breathe as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over
me. And then nothing. As Suzy later explained, I passed out.

I woke up, two hours later it turned out, reclining in her living room
chair. The room reeked of female arousal. An animalistic reaction of the
pent up frustration in the torturous panties. I also smelled a hint of a
different scent. Perhaps Suzy had serviced herself which watching my
sleeping body. Either way my arms were free and the panties, electric pads
and nipple suckers had all been removed and I was covered with a microfiber
blanket.

My legs were still a little unsteady as I wondered naked through Suzy's
house looking for her. I found her back downstairs. She was working filling
orders. My clothes had been neatly folded and any evidence of my adventure
had been cleaned and put away.

"Hi Tina. I hope I didn't push you too far today?" she said.

"If you had told me what you planned when I arrived I never would have
believed you. I'm sore from cumming so much though, so I guess I can't be
mad at you," I replied.

"Good. I've got a bridal party coming to the house on Friday night for a
show. These events are usually good money makers because the girls all
figure the guys are screwing around at their bachelor party and they want
to get even. You can probably earn $150 easy."

"OK Suzy. What time?"

"Come over about 7. They should arrive at 8."

"Fine, I'll be here."

I went home arriving just before Jim. He finally felt romantic that night
but I was still too shagged out from the afternoon to be in the mood. I
faked a quick orgasm and let him have his fun and we went to bed.

The rest of the week I fretted about the upcoming bridal show. I was
nervous about modeling lingerie and maybe more, but every time I got cold
feet I thought of the torture panties and knew I had to have them. So at
7pm as instructed I rang Suzy's doorbell. She ran me through the
routine. Bridal parties were about embarrassing the bride with tales of
small cocked husbands, drinking wine and getting crazy. Usually there were
more hands on toy experimentation because the girls would be a little
drunk. I was to model a series of provocative lingerie and then some
fantasy costumes. My pussy started to cream at the thought.

I was expecting a crazy affair, but it turned out to me almost as subdued
as Judy's party had been. There were 15 women, I think, in attendance. As I
modeled each outfit everyone was very polite and nobody touched me
inappropriately. By the end of the night I was so turned on that I wish
somebody would touch me inappropriately, but it was not to be. I finished
the evening wearing a little French maid's costume, as Suzy took the final
orders. At her prompting the women gave me a round of applause and I
teetered out of the room on the impossibly high heels Suzy had me wearing
and back to the basement to change. I was searching for one of the sample
vibrators to take care of myself when Suzy came downstairs with my
money. It turned out to be $175 in merchandise or $100 in cash. I asked if
I could bank the $175 toward the panties and she said sure. I then asked if
I could have one of the "test" toys for a few minutes and she just smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying your work. I'll be waiting upstairs
for you."

She handed me a rabbit vibrator and headed back upstairs. I put the toy to
good use. It didn't take long before I could take the edge off my
needs. After that I got dressed, went upstairs, said my goodbyes and went
home.

I ended up working for Suzy on a regular basis. The parties all took a
similar pattern. I ended up buying the panties and a couple of other toys
and then started to bank some cash. All the parties became a blur. At some
point Suzy had me giving testimonials about the toys and how much pleasure
I got from them. Sales seemed to pick up after that which pleased both of
us. I got an email from Suzy that the next weekend was going to be a fetish
party and wondering if I would model. Not sure of what that meant I
questioned her and found out it was leather, rubber, vinyl and plastic
clothes. I would also be required to wear cuffs and a collar and play the
role of slave while walking around the room. She assured me that it was
strictly look no touch. These parties, she explained, don’t happen very
often, but when they do they are highly lucrative. I would be working with
a second model but there would be plenty of commission to go around. I
nervously agreed.

That weekend I found myself in the home, well mansion really, of a wealthy
woman whose husband was the CEO of a major local corporation. My partner
was a 19 year old fiery red head with a fabulous body named Jill. She
didn't strike me as particularly smart and her face looked innocent. But
the way she moved her body exuded sexual energy and wisdom beyond her
years. We were both crawling on the floor like dogs as our party mistresses
led us from woman to woman by our leashes. I was dressed, or undressed
really, in a leather g-string which served no other purpose than to tease
my clit while I crawled and a leather push up bra whose purpose was to mash
my breasts together into a deep cleavage. My partner was even more exposed
wearing a similar g-string and a bikini top which just barely covered her
nipples and allowed her youthfully pert breasts to hang out all around the
tiny circular patch of cloth. As usual, my pussy was drooling.

I could tell the sale was going great. Even splitting the modeling fee,
this would be my most profitable party. The hostess suggested we take a 10
minute break so everyone could refresh their wine glasses and go to the
bathroom if needed. Suzy pulled me aside to ask me a question.

"Tina, this is going to sound weird, but I've had a request to demonstrate
the bondage bed. The person is even willing to pay you $50 to model it. Are
you interested?"

"I don't know," I replied. "What's a bondage bed?"

"Well, basically it is a portable mat, kind of like a gym mat only a little
wider. You secure it to a table top or a mattress. Then somebody is secured
using Velcro cuffs to the corners. You can easily escape any time because
the Velcro does hold that great, but it does allow you to have the illusion
of being tied up but without the risk."

I remembered back to how I felt in Suzy's car while wearing her
handcuffs. I was willing and the $50 bonus certainly helped.

"Don't worry; I'll be right next to you to make sure nothing happens."

I agreed and Suzy went out to her SUV to get the bed's case. By the time
the group returned from their break, Suzy had secured the bondage bed to
the dining room table and was fitting leather cuffs to my wrists and
ankles.

"I thought you said this was Velcro? These are real cuffs," I questioned.

"Yes, the cuffs are real, but they attach to the bed with Velcro. Actually
you can also hook them to eyelets on the bed for a more traditional bind so
your partner can't escape, but I always use the Velcro at parties."

Suzy began her talk track about the bed and its many uses. She stressed the
versatility because it was portable and because it could be used on the
floor, on a table, on a bed or even vertically mounted to a wall. She also
explained how the person could be secured so escape is possible or
impossible. She then held out her hand and helped me up on the table.

The bed was softer than I expected. Suzy drew my arms back and wrapped a
piece of Velcro through the cuff’s carabineer hook The Velcro then stuck
tight to another piece of Velcro sown into the bed next to the metal
ringlets used to really attach your mate. My red headed partner did the
same with my legs. I was now spread eagled on the dining room table. I
pulled lightly on the cuffs in an effort to show struggle. I didn't pull
too hard because I wanted to be sure to give the illusion of being really
stuck. I couldn't see myself but I'm sure I looked alluring and certainly
every guest at the party was giving me their full attention.

After a few minutes Suzy moved on to more bondage and discipline related
items not requiring a model. She left me on the table. I knew I could get
up anytime, but I was determined to play the good like slave girl. While
the group was back in the living room, Jill snuck into the dining room. She
leaned over my head and whispered in my ear that I was hot and that
watching me on the bed made her hot too. I wasn't sure how to react. Being
on the table made me hotter than I had been and I was looking forward to
the end of the party and some relief. I felt Jill take my head in her hands
and she planted a very deep passionate kiss on me. I felt myself responding
to her touch and instinctively pushing back, our lips locked in a
passionate dance.

Jill lifted her head. I tried to tilt mine to follow her but I lost sight
of her as she ducked behind me. I heard two clicks above my head but
thought nothing of it. She must have crawled under the table because I now
heard two clicks near my feet. I was able to raise my head and look down
the table enough to see her reemerge with a beaming smile on her face.

"Now you can't get away from me," she chuckled.

I tested the bonds, but they held fast. Jill had deftly attached the cuff
clips to the metal ringlets. I struggled again, this time for real, but
could not escape. Again Jill moved over me to kiss me, but this time her
right hand roamed all over my body. Breaking the kiss and leaving me
breathless, she crawled on top of my body.

"I know you're hot from modeling this stuff. So am high. Let's get off
before Suzy finishes writing orders."

She didn't give me a chance to respond. Jill climbed on top of me and began
to dry hump her pussy against mine.

"I wish I could borrow a strap-on and fuck you properly, but this will have
to do."

Over and over Jill drove her pelvis into mine. The friction from the little
leather g-strings we were wearing was doing its job teasing our clits and
soon I had a satisfying, if not explosive orgasm. Jill was grinding herself
against me in an effort to cum. Both of us struggled to remain silent and I
could tell she came harder than I did, but it was still quite
pleasurable. As we were coming down from our collective climaxes, I heard
noises in the living room indicating another wine break was happening. This
would have the group heading through the dining room again. Jill jumped off
me just moments before getting caught. We tried to act casual and if
anybody noticed I was now really stuck to the bed and that my body was
flush with a post orgasmic glow, they didn't say anything. Suzy popped her
head in to say I could get up now that we were finished. I kind of
shrugged. She immediately knew what my non-verbal message meant. Giving
Jill a dirty look, Suzy walked around the bed and released my bonds. When
the whispered in my ear and apology saying she had the problem with Jill
once before and that she should have warned me. I told her not to worry
about it. Jill and I split $500 cash for the party. It was the most I had
ever made, I had an orgasm and I learned more about myself and what I
enjoy. All in all it was a great night.

Over the next couple of months I continued to model for Suzy. Jill worked
as my partner a couple of times at the wilder parties, but our scene on the
table from our first party was not repeated. After each party I always
brought myself to a thunderous orgasm with whatever new toy I had
earned. More and more frequently, Jill figured prominently in my
fantasies. Sometimes she was with Jim and me. Sometimes it was just the two
of us.

Last Saturday I was running late to another bridal party. When I arrived at
the maid of honor's house Suzy had already begun and Jill was already
showing off her body to the assembled group of young women. Without
breaking stride, Suzy tossed me a white lace teddy and pointed me toward a
bedroom. The rest of the party went smoothly and was uneventful. Suzy made
her sales and Jill and I made our money. It wasn't as much as some of the
previous parties, but it was still good money for two hours worth of work.

Walking back to my car I noticed an envelope under my windshield wiper. My
first thought was "did I park next to a fire hydrant?" I didn't notice one
when I pulled up, but I was in a rush so it was possible. Picking up the
envelope I was relieved to find it wasn't a ticket. I sat down in the car
and opened the envelope. Enclosed was a hand written message on very
expensive stationary. The handwriting was flowing and showed a touch of
calligraphy. My first impression was somebody of intelligence and class
wrote the note. As I read the note, I was very surprised. It certainly was
not what I was expecting.

"Hello Tina. You don't know me. We've never met. My sister attended one of
Suzy's parties. She told me about how you endorsed Suzy's remote vibrating
panties and how highly aroused you always got when wearing them. It sounded
interesting so I had her order me a pair. Thank you for recommending them!
I've never cum so hard in my life. My husband loves to have me wear the
panties in public and tease me until he makes me cum while trying to hide
my feelings from the people around us."

My pussy had already been wet from displaying myself at the party and now I
was getting absolutely juicy reading a note from a woman who enjoyed the
panties as much as I did.

"If you are willing, I would like to chat with you about the
panties. Enclosed is my email address. I hope to hear from you... p.s. As
I'm sitting in my car writing this note I'm wearing the panties. My husband
set them on simmer and kept the remote with him at home. I know by the time
I get home I know I'll be primed to do whatever he wants. Thanks again. I
love these things."

As I read the note and then read it again I imagined a very sophisticated
and refined woman masturbating in her car while writing the note. I hoped
she made it home safely. I brought the note to my nose and took a deep
breath. I thought I could smell a hint of her arousal, but maybe that was
just my brain playing tricks on me. I did have a picture of her in my head
as she arrived back home to be stripped and taken by her husband as soon as
she walked into the door. By the time I got home and stripped off my own
clothes, my mystery woman fantasy was full blown and I brought myself to a
powerful climax thinking about her and her husband.

I was not sure if I wanted to contact the woman. Through the week I had
several additional strong orgasms thinking about her husband teasing her
the way Suzy had teased me. I had a feeling that any contact between us
would inevitably lead to disappointment because she could never live up to
the fantasy I had come to believe about her. Eventually my curiosity
overrode my concerns and I sent the woman an email. Her address was a
generic Hotmail account. It gave no clue as to her identity, age or
location.

I was on pins and needles waiting for a response. The next day I got an
email from her. We agreed not to share any personal information. She knew
my name and I knew she was married but other than that, I didn't know
anything about her. Well, that wasn't quite true. We actually became close
friends because we did share every detail of our love of the remote control
panties, ways and places to enjoy them, other toys and our sexual
fantasies. In some ways I had my most intimate relationship with a woman I
had never met and didn't even know her name.

At the urging of my mystery friend, I wore the panties to work last
Friday. She said her husband had her do it often and it was always a
thrill. Jim was out of town at a training class so I was feeling hornier
than usual. At our office Fridays are casual days so I figured this would
be a good time. The office typically is less populated of Friday as people
take days so it seemed like a perfect time. I was excited to wear a hidden
toy at work and I wanted to feel sexy. I chose one of my sexiest lace bras,
pull up stockings under my jeans and high heeled leather boots. Up top I
wore a simple white blouse. Outwardly I looked completely
normal. Underneath however, I was wicked.

During my commute to the office I had the panties on random. A couple of
times it caught me off guard and I almost got in an accidents, but the
panty did its job and by the time I made it to the office I was very turned
on. I got to the office early. A couple of the managers were already in the
office, but none of the general staff. I quickly snuck into the bathroom
and took up residence in the handicapped stall. I pulled out the remote and
turned on all three attachments on full. At that speed you could hear the
buzzing, but the chances of getting caught were minimal and I needed to
cum. I had to stick my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming as I enjoyed
my first orgasm of the day. I was panting and overheated as I came down
from my climax. I turned off the panties and tried to slow my heart
rate. Glancing at my watch it was starting time so I quickly washed my
hands and headed back to my desk.

After getting back to my desk I stashed my purse (and the remote) in my
desk drawer and tried to get to work. Even though the vibrators were not
running, their mere presence in my pussy and ass had me on edge. I was
struggling to concentrate on my work. As silly as it might seem, I
discretely slid my hand into my purse and quickly programmed the remote
into tease mode. I kept the vibrations low, definitely too low to have any
audible sound. I also kept the clit vibe off. The simple buzzing in my
holes actually calmed me down. They felt great, almost like meeting an old
friend, and I was finally able to concentrate and get some work done. I
knew at this level I couldn't cum, instead I just let the panties keep me
happy and smiling.

About an hour later, I decided I'd worked hard enough and needed a break. I
announced to my cube mates that I need a potty break, grabbed my purse and
headed to the bathroom. I was praying none of my co-workers would decide to
join me. Luck must have been following me and I quickly replayed my ecstasy
from earlier that morning. Back at my cube I tried once again in vain to
work without my joy buzzers on, but I failed again. I turned them back on
tease mode. Well, getting off in the bathroom every hour really isn't a bad
way to spend the day, is it?

Right before lunch I was getting ready for my third bathroom trip. I
decided I'd had enough of the panties had was going to take them off and
then spirit them to the car in my purse. Unfortunately I had not thought to
bring another pair of panties so I'd have to go commando until I could buy
a pair at lunch. The teasing panties had down their job. I was well
prepared for another explosive bathroom visit. But just before I could
retrieve my purse, our manager rushed into the cube area and announced
there was an emergency companywide conference call and we all had to head
into the conference room.

My three cube mates and I stood up and followed the rest of the office
crowding into the conference room. I didn't know why we all had to be in
the same room instead of dialing in separately. There were only 12 seats at
the table which the managers quickly claimed. The rest of us working stiffs
were left to crowd around the table standing shoulder to shoulder. I ended
up sandwiched between two of the salesmen. Tim, standing in front of me,
was a nice guy. We had a good business friendship. He was married and I
always thought his wife was a lucky girl to have such a hunky guy coming
home to her each night. I certainly didn't mind being crowded into
him. Behind me, and unfortunately not seeming to mind being pressed into
me, was Ben. He was a single guy with a reputation for womanizing in the
office. He wasn't particularly smooth. He was more likely to strike out
than hit a home run, but it made up for his lack of Romeo skills by hitting
on anything with boobs. I could feel his hands on my hips. Normally I would
have made a fuss, but given how horny I had kept myself all morning, I
didn't really mind. My panties were still happily buzzing away and I was
sandwiched between two guys, neither of which were my husband. The
conference call started but my mind was wandering into my fantasy world of
sexual pleasures.

I was thoroughly enjoying the buzzing in my nether regions. As soon as the
meeting was over I was definitely heading back into the bathroom to get
myself off again. But then it happened. The clit vibrator went from dull
buzz to full roar and then off. I flinched involuntarily and bumped into
Tim. "Oops, sorry," I whispered. Then the anal plug burst into movement. As
that one was stopping, the g-spot vibrator kicked in. Then the clitoral
one. Over and over the panties cycled through the attachments. I had to
fight to look as bored as everyone else was waves of passion flowed through
my body. The torture continued for a couple of minutes, but it felt like an
hour. My breathing was getting ragged and my legs felt weak when
thankfully, the vibrations stopped.

I looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed or was watching. I
began to regain my strength as I determined nobody suspected what I was
doing. Then it started again. This time all three vibrators sprang to live,
although thankfully not at full speed. They were on at about half
speed. Great, I thought. Running this thing all morning has messed up the
controls. The speed began to pulse. The clit vibe would cycle up and down
while the g-spot vibe fluctuated opposite its cycle. When one was slow, the
other was fast. I didn't know I could program this function, but I loved
it. The anal vibe stayed constant for a while and then began flipping on
and off in about 5 second intervals. If the panty didn't stop or the
meeting didn't end, I was going to be very embarrassed. I knew I couldn't
hold out much longer. I fought and I fought my internal demon, my ability
to remain outwardly calm draining my energy. The concept of either fainting
or climaxing in a room full of people began to consume me. I could feel my
will to resist leaving my body. Then nothing. The vibrations stopped. I'd
be lying if I said my body hadn't betrayed me and wished the panties had
kept going. But my mind was thankful they had stopped before my humiliation
was complete.

I stood still, my thighs moist with need and I'm sure the panties soiled
with juice, as the conference call wrapped up. To this day I don't know
what was covered. As he room emptied out, the employees starting breaking
into groups and starting talking about the call. I hurried back to my desk
and grabbed my purse and the remote for the vibe. I almost sprinted to the
bathroom. As I was reaching the door I noticed another woman from my cube
area heading toward the bathroom too. Shit, I thought. Now what?

Just then my sex charged brain had an idea. One floor below us, the company
rented some space, but the rest of the floor was vacant. The bathroom would
be much more private. I diverted myself to the stairs and walked down one
flight. The floor seemed deserted. Apparently the few employees left down
here were still upstairs or had gone to lunch. It was perfect.

As I entered the bathroom, I immediately noticed the handicapped stall was
occupied. We had one woman who broke her leg and who worked on this floor
so it was probably her. I can hide in another stall until she leaves, I
convinced myself. I moved into the stall and pulled out the remote. I
spread my legs to tighten up the panty and clicked on tease. My panties
sprung to life and I quickly felt my body building to another glorious
climax. I listened intently to the stall next to me and was thankful to
hear a flush just 30 seconds later. I heard the occupant moving around so I
kicked up the speed of the vibrators another notch. Oh this was going to be
a big one.

I heard the stall door open and through the small space between the stall
wall and the door, saw a woman on crutches hobble by me. I would soon be
alone. I heard the water running in the sink and the sound of the hand
dryers running. Then I heard the woman struggle with the door and then
happily silence. I didn't waste any time. I click the 'Max Power' button on
the remote and flooded by body with vibrations, nasty thoughts and in short
order, another major league climax. I tried to muffle my screams as I had
upstairs, but the thrilling contractions racing through my body pulled my
fist down and the sounds of my orgasm echoed off the bathroom walls.

I was shaking on the seat of the toilet as I rode out my orgasm. I knew I
had squirted again into the panty and I must say, I liked it. The panties
would be a mess when I took them off, but the cleaning effort was well
worth it. I turned the vibrators off and prepared to slide the panties off
my overheated body when I heard something hit the vanity counter. I
froze. Was somebody in the bathroom or was that my imagination? I went
silent, not pulling down the panties and trying to listen for more clues as
to the presence of somebody else.

After a couple of minutes I decided it was just my overactive brain. I
prepared to slide the panties off when they turned on again. Again the
panty began to cycle front to back, over and over. Of course I loved the
feeling, but I knew I had to get out of the bathroom. I grabbed my own
remote and turned off the panties once again. I then quickly slid out of
them and pulled one of the batteries out of the waistband. I had to work a
bit to jam the panties into my purse. Again, not a well thought out plan. I
wanted to wash them, but I wasn't going to risk getting caught. I could
wash the purse, I thought to myself. Once that task was done, I stood up
and straightened my blouse. I exited the stall and turned toward the sink
when I got a shock that almost made me faint on the spot.

Standing at the sink doing her makeup of all things was a thirty something
woman. She was dressed very well in an expensive looking silk blouse and a
skirt which ended just above the knee. I didn't recognize her as an
employee, but I didn't know everyone on this floor so I wasn't sure. I must
have turned 10 shades of red. I couldn’t talk. I just looked down at the
floor and headed for the door. I practically ran to the car. Without the
benefit of the panties to hold in my juices, my pussy fluid was beginning
to run down my leg as the denim from my jeans rubbed against my slit. I
moved quickly afraid I would cum again before I reached my car. Thankfully
I didn't park any further away than I had. If I had parked at end of the
lot, I never would have made it without climaxing and it would have meant
my jeans would have been soiled even worse than they were.

I sat in the car and tried to calm myself. I turned over the engine and
turn the air conditioner on high. My nipples were hard as rocks and it
wasn't because of the cold air. My pussy was pulsating demanding further
attention. There was no way I could go back into the office so I grabbed my
juice coated cell phone out of my purse and called my boss. Luckily she was
out to lunch and I made up a BS voicemail about eating something at lunch
that didn't agree with me and getting sick. I was going to take off the
afternoon and go home.

When I got home my mind was still reeling from the humiliation of being
caught by a stranger in the bathroom at work. Of course that lead to
another masturbation session leading to another climax and eventually my
attacking my husband when he got home. The next day I sent an email
detailing the entire episode to my internet sister of debauchery. That
night she responded telling me my story had so inspired her husband that he
banged her like never before and then told her he had a new idea.

She didn't go into detail, but I instead made me wait. I sent an email to
Suzy asking about the reliability of the panty's control unit and she said
nobody ever had a problem with it just going crazy. She said she would ask
the manufacturer and I decided not to wear my friend in public for a while.

My virtual masturbation partner sent me a recap of her husband's new
plan. She had told me before that she and her husband sometimes swapped
partners. His plan this time was to have her wear the panties and then give
the remote to the couple down the street whom they swung with from time to
time. She told me how the wife especially took to teasing her mercilessly
until she begged the husband to fuck her. I didn't know what she looked
like, but my fantasy vision of her based on her handwriting was hot as I
picked her servicing her neighbor while his wife withheld her climax until
she did a good enough job. I was pounding my pussy with a rabbit vibrator
imagining myself at the mercy of a sadistic friend hell bent on keeping me
from climaxing. In a way that is what Suzy did the first time I wore the
evil panties, but that seemed more like experimentation and I didn't know
what to expect. This time I wanted it for real.

I didn't think Jim was ready to learn about my secret vibrator fueled life
so I started to formula a plan. The only person I could think of that could
handle it was my internet friend so I sent her an email and asked her for
advice. My plan was to put the panties on and then somehow restrain my
hands. I remembered the handcuffs Suzy had used on me and got wet. My
friend suggested I come over to her house where she could tease me to my
heart's content, but I wasn't ready for that. I counter offered to be in my
living room where she could sit on my front porch and control the
panties. She said she'd have to come inside to release me. I didn't like
that idea. I told her I'd have to think about it. Suzy came the rescue with
a pair of handcuffs with a timer and a safety release in case that
failed. I could set the time of my captivity and escape on my own. My
mystery friend agreed to the terms and we set a date for Thursday at
6pm. Jim would be working until 9 so I decided two hours was enough for the
cuffs. My friend said she wouldn't be staying around that long, but could
tease me for an hour or so. She'd then leave the panties on simmer so when
the cuffs released me, I'd be primed to finish the job myself. It was a
crazy plan, but I agreed to it. I told her to watch for the blinds being
closed on the living room window before approaching the porch. She agreed
provided I would not peak and look at her. She said it was much more
exciting that way since we'd never met. I agreed and immediately started
looking forward to my next adventure two days hence.

I ended up taking Thursday afternoon off and pampering myself at a local
day spa. For the entire world I seemed to be preparing for a special date,
which I was in a way. By 5:30 I was dressed in the panties and a t-shirt. I
thought about attaching the nipple pump I had bought shortly after Suzy had
used it on me, but I decided two hours was too long of a time for them. I
had tested the handcuffs several times. Two hours was their maximum time
limit and they always opened right on time. I paced around my bedroom
wondering if I had the guts to go through with this. I checked the
doors. They were all locked and dead bolted. I figured the worst case
scenario was the cuffs wouldn't open and Jim would discover me. I'd have
some explaining to do, but that would be it. He'd certainly been the
beneficiary of my increased libido.

By 5:55 I'd made up my mind to go through with the plan. At 5:57 I shut the
blinds and at 5:59 I sealed my fate with the handcuffs attached to my
wrists behind my back. We have a very comfortable recliner right next to
the window and that was where I settled myself. I guess I expected the
vibrators to turn right on, but they didn't. Five minutes went by. Then
ten. My anticipation was growing by the minute. Finally, at 6:15 I heard a
knock on the window and then the vibrators turned on. I was primed and
feeling good. I wondered how my mystery panty controller would know how to
stop me from cumming. I later learned she was sitting on my porch wearing
her own panties and trying to judge my reactions based on what she was
feeling.  When we did our e-mail recap the next morning, we came to the
conclusion that she has a much higher tease threshold than I do. Or maybe
it was the eroticism of having a stranger that you couldn't see controlling
you. But I came at least five times before she left me on tease mode and
went home to her husband. The handcuffs worked like a champ and I escaped
in plenty of time to service myself with the rabbit and then shower and
clean my toys before Jim got home. I was too worn out to make love with
him, but since he was back on his extra work schedule, he didn't seem to
mind.

Our emails back and forth after this event dissected every feeling and
emotion from that night. In the end it was decided that we had to try
again. I was promised by my mystery partner that she could hold me on the
edge much longer and give me even more mind blasting orgasms if she could
see and hear how I was reacting. She told me her husband would be out of
town the next week and she would make time for me if I wanted to try
again. I quickly agreed. Jim would be working late on Wednesday and I was
able to get a personal day from my job. Suzy didn't have any parties
scheduled so it would be perfect. We settled on a noon start time. In the
final email exchange, my partner told me she was sending me a few more
items to make the afternoon special. She promised she could give me orgasms
like I never had before. She also promised to wear her panties and let me
take control after we were done. I was told there would be a box waiting at
the door when I woke up Wednesday. I probably wanted to grab it before Jim
found it. I was to wear what was in the box and follow the instructions
inside. This sounded both ominous and exciting. I kept getting juicy every
time I thought of it.

Wednesday morning when the alarm went off I volunteered to make breakfast
while Jim showered.  Instead of heading to the kitchen I hit the front door
and as promised there was a big box marked SEX TOYS waiting for me. I hoped
that it had not been there long. I hid the box in the basement and then
made bacon and eggs for breakfast. We usually don't have time for a hot
breakfast so Jim was very appreciative of my efforts. As soon as he was
eating I went upstairs to dress for work. I wasn't going anywhere but he
didn't need to know that. After he left I sprinted to the basement and
opened the box. On the top was a note.

"My dearest Tina. It has been my pleasure exploring our sexuality and these
wonderful panties. Today I'm going to give you pleasure like you've never
know, but we have to do things my way. Beside the panties I want you to
wear what is in the box."

I looked in the box, but there was another sealed box.

"Don't open the box until 11:30. I want you to take a nice hot bath, shave
your legs, underarms and pussy. I then want you to primp and make yourself
all sexy like you're dressing to impress on a date. I want you to make
yourself feel special for your special day. At 11:30 I want you to put on
what is in the box and by 11:45 I want you to have your panties on and be
sitting in your living room. Turn the chair around so you are facing out of
the window. I'll be watching the window but you will not see me. Leave the
back door unlocked. I'm going to sit behind you on the couch and blow your
mind. Don't worry. You can trust me."

I was shaking and sat on the basement floor as I read the note again. My
pussy had soaked my cotton panties. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know
if I could go through with this. A stranger would be in the room but I
couldn't see her and if anybody came to the porch, they would see me. As
had become a habit, my mind switched to sexual fantasy autopilot and soon I
was masturbating on the basement floor. Just my fingers, the note and my
thoughts. Time seemed to stand still. My fingers were still deep in my
pussy but it was as if they had a mind of their own and I couldn't control
them. I had to know what giving up the control would feel like. I had to
know how hard I could cum. The panties had taken control of my life and I
had to see this through.

When I finally had the emotional strength, I willed myself off the floor
and back to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I did as I had been ordered to
do. I took a hot bath, surrounded by scented candles instead of the harsh
vanity lights of my master bathroom. I shaved. I primped. I took extra care
with my make-up and I looked gorgeous. Precisely at 11:30 I opened the
second box. There was a second note.

"If you are reading this, you must have decided to continue your
journey. First of all, I want you to know that if you don't want to go
through with today I completely understand. I will not ask you to do
anything you don't want to do. If at any time you want to stop, simply say
the word 'watermelon' and I will stop. On the other hand, if you want to
continue, I want you to follow the following instructions completely."

I was shaking again and my pussy continued to leak.

"First, put on the clothes that are in the box. Your panties go on last and
I hope you put fresh batteries in them."

As always, I had taken care of that.

"Next put on the wrist cuffs. You can walk down your stairs to the living
room before putting on the high heels boots and clipping the short chain
between them. You will also find a blindfold. Before you blindfold yourself
and clip your wrists together, in front, and then I want you to turn on
your panties to tease medium. Then I want you to walk out to your mailbox
and leave your remote where I can get it. Then walk back into the house,
position yourself on the chair, blindfold yourself and clip your hands
together behind your back. I'll know you decided to go through with our
adventure if I see you outside. If you changed your mind, that is fine. If
that is the case, I really enjoyed our previous thrills, but this will be
the last communication we will have."

I had to steady my nerves and then I reread the letter, twice. I looked
into the box. The contents were actually pretty simple. There was a leather
bra. I should have expected the nipple cut outs. It was very similar to the
one Suzy used on me. Was Suzy the person waiting for me? There was also a
garter belt, black fish net stockings and a pair of thigh high leather
boots with an impossibly tall heel and two clips designed to hold the short
chain I found on the bottom of the box.

As promised there was also a blindfold and a pair of soft leather wrist
cuffs. There was no timer. Once I clipped the cuffs together I was only
going to be freed by my mystery person or Jim when he came home in 8 hours
or so. I still had my doubts, but I got dressed anyway. I didn't need any
lube to slide the g-spot vibrator into my pussy. I did use some with the
butt plug, but in truth I'd learned how to slide it in easily over the last
couple of months. I grabbed the boots, the blindfold and the remote and
headed downstairs.

The clock in the living room said 11:50. The hardest part was putting my
remote in the mailbox. My outfit was terribly revealing not to mention my
rock hard nipples on clear display. I turned the chair around to face the
window and opened the blinds. I peered outside, but I saw no cars or
people. I knew she was watching from somewhere. I knew she was out there. I
couldn't delay any further. I slid the boots onto my legs. The stockings
helped and there was a sensual feel to the leather sliding up my legs. And
the smell. Oh the smell of the fine grained leather assaulting my
nostrils. I was at the final decision gate. This was the last chance for
common sense of override my boiling
lusts. "Watermelon. Watermelon. Watermelon," I repeated to myself as I
opened the front door.

I peeked out off the porch looking for any of my neighbors or approaching
cars. The chain and the heels would conspire to slow me down. I couldn’t
run even if it meant getting caught. There was no traffic. The time was
now. I clicked the remote to preset 3... The long slow tease. Instantly the
panties came alive and just as quickly I moaned. Using baby steps I walked
down our front steps and walkway to the mailbox mounted on a post at the
street. I had tunnel vision. A parade could have walked by my house and I
would not have seen it. I put the remote in the mail box and turned back to
the house. A 30 second task became 2 minutes due to the boots. I shut the
door and locked it. Remembering the instruction to unlock the back door, I
moved as quickly as possible to the kitchen to double check the simple
detail I was sure I had forgotten.

Back to the living room and into the chair. Blindfold on and hand clipped
behind my back. My last vision was the clock on the wall showing 11:59am. I
had done it. I had willingly placed myself at the mercy of a total
stranger. A woman I didn't even know her name. My pussy, ass and clit were
tingling with the sensations of a diabolical device which would show me no
mercy or release until she arrived. Would she take pity on me and let me
cum? Would it be the biggest orgasm of my life as she promised? What
payment would she demand of me as I was sure to beg for my release, both
physically and mentally?

Tick, tock, the clock on the wall chimed twelve. Where was she? Who is she?
And why the hell am I so wet thinking about her?