Victoria Returns

{This is a world where no one has periods or needs to use the bathroom. No one gets STD's, no one gets killed. No one gets hurt, at least not in ways they don't want}

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Hi everyone! I'm Victoria. You may have read about me and my sexual exploits in, "Victoria's Self bondage" series. I'll just give you a short recap. I love giving head, it's literally my favorite thing in the world. I please a lot of guys that way. I suck cock a lot is what I'm saying. I also love being bound and used and I often put myself in those situations. I love the element of "danger." That is, I put myself in situations where I might be bound and caught and then let the chips fall where they may. In previous stories, I tied myself up outside my apartment and for delivery guys. My best friend Jessica took over control of it and had me bound for her boss, also at a party, and for the lawn crew. It usually ended with me getting used the way I need it.

Jessica moved on. She became involved with her older, gross boss. She basically became his sex slave, but I am happy to report that she absolutely loves it. However, it left me back on my own when it came to setting up scenarios.

I've realized for a long time now that by putting myself in those situations, and by having to "put out" in them is totally humiliating and embarrassing. I've come to learn that I love those situations. I'd even say I have a deep, dark need for it.

I'm 22 now. Just so you pervs can picture it, I'm short. I say I'm five feet tall, but I may be pushing it a little. I have red hair (actually strawberry blonde, but guys seem to like it when I say it's red). I have big boobs and not saggy, floppy ones either. They still sit up high and proud. It's the feature guys notice first even though I'd say I'm pretty. I get told that by guys a lot anyway, though they were probably staring at my boobs when they said it.

After my "release" from Jessica I had a long lull, mostly because I was used to her setting things up. It was like going from drag racing in a funny car to riding a tricycle. I had to go back to thinking on my own of how to get myself in situations like before. Sure, I could go back to sucking off pizza guys, or tying myself up in my apartment and letting the neighbors see me and hope something happens. Well ok, maybe I have done a little of that. A girl DOES have to keep her oral skills sharp, you know! There's a certain pizza place in my neighborhood where the drivers fight over my call to see who gets to deliver it. There are also some UPS and Amazon drivers who I'm sure have put a star by my name and address. I haven't in awhile, though, which led to my current need for it. My favorite guy/cock from before was the pizza guy named Cam, he was totally on to me and what I needed. It is embarrassing knowing that they all know about me, yet at the same time it's not quite as challenging as things I've done before, or that I want to do.

It's one thing to suck off guys who know what to expect, what is coming, so to speak. It's another to do it with a complete stranger, or in challenging ways. It's for more dangerous and daring, Therein lies the thrill. I have especially loved the stories about being bound, or limited in some way, outside. Jessica actually had me do one in a park but the guys she sent out were all familiar to me, even though there WAS a small chance of running into a stranger. I decided I wanted that again, with much less of a safety net.

I'd read a story a long time back, where a girl liked danger. The young woman tied herself up and made herself make it through a city at night, giving herself "tasks" along the way. The thought drove me crazy. Of course the woman got "caught" several times and had to suck cock or get fucked. I wasn't looking to get gang banged, however. I prefer one on one, or at least, one at a time! So, where could I go? What could I do to put myself in positions where I might get caught nude, or semi nude? How could I incorporate being bound and maybe having to suck cocks, or get fucked just to get myself out of it?

I know there's a thrill in almost being caught, especially in public. But, Jessica almost always set it up to purposely BE caught, because she knew I love having to please. It's always a fine line for me, to set up something that is challenging without being purposely impossible. I DO need to escape sometimes, in order to make the times I get caught more of a surprise, a more spontaneous thing. Still, I couldn't see a time where I'd want to get off completely free, either, without having to suck a cock...or two. That was the dilemma.

The good news was the timing. It was near Halloween and the guys from my old apartment building had a yearly blowout costume bash. If you recall from my other stories, they were mostly football players, and I sucked a few of them in the apartment, and then later at one of Jessica's parties. I knew that would be one of my required stops. I decided on making it kind of a "scavenger hunt" type thing. I'd put things in certain places and I'd have to retrieve them or do some task before moving on. I recall another story where a woman drove to a bar a mile from her house, locked her clothes in the car, cuffed her hands, then had to make her way back to her house. She had left things along the way that she needed to get before she made it home. I wanted something like that. I needed a couple different places. One that quickly came to mind was the pizza place from my earlier stories. There were at least 4 guys there who would want a crack at another round with me, maybe not stopping with the blowjob.

So the pizza shop idea was set. There would be a lot of guys who would love to catch me in a vulnerable state. The thought of it was making my already normally horny pussy even more so. I needed something else. I needed it to be embarrassing, potentially humiliating, then it hit me. "Oh fuck," I thought, "it certainly WOULD be humiliating. I had an idea about doing something at home.

I had moved out of my apartment and moved in with Jessica but have since rented a mother-in-law type suite in a house. One side is mine, the other belongs to the guy that rented me the place. His name is Georg (no "e" moderators). He's an old, fat, Greek guy. He's the kind who has the big, hairy belly but still wears tight black Speedos which show his little thing. He's probably in his mid fifties. He reminds me of one of the Super Mario brothers. He's been ogling me and been overly suggestive since I moved in. I think he rented me the place solely based on my looks. It certainly would be humiliating to be caught in any state of vulnerability with him. He's wanted it since I met him. Don't get me wrong, I've pleased plenty of guys with my mouth who either didn't deserve it, or weren't someone I'd have normally looked at twice. They just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I shuddered to think of doing anything with HIM, but I knew I would, if he happened to be in the right place.

Friday night was the party. I had to coordinate all my activities. On Friday morning, before the pizza place opened I drove over and planted two keys in a small plastic bag. They were for the cuffs and my car. Then, I snuck over to Georg's side of the apartment. Our living spaces are separated by a wall and there's a door which he always keeps unlocked. He says it's for safety, I think it's so he can either spy on me or that he hopes I sneak over to his side someday. I've actually found it cracked open before. He probably got an eyeful, I usually am naked or have very little on at home.

Georg owns a restaurant so he's usually gone in the morning. It was the perfect time to setup things for later. I thought it would be fun to "practice" for later. I stripped and brought the other cuff key with me. I opened the door slowly, as quietly as I could. He wasn't home. I walked through his rooms, looking for the best place to hide the key which I'd have to get later. I wanted to make it difficult, but not impossible. He's usually in his den which is actually part of the living room, and is now separated by a wall with my half being on the other side. There's an opening about 8 feet, meaning, if he was in there watching TV that I'd have to walk from the door, past the opening to get to anything else in his part of the house. If he wasn't in his den, unless he was in the bathroom or his bedroom I'd probably run right into him. I also knew he probably kept those doors open all the time, too, why wouldn't he? He was single.

I chose the bathroom. I put it in the medicine cabinet behind his deodorant, which I doubted he used all that often. He always seemed to smell of fish, olive oil or garlic, or a combination.

If you've never played these kinds of games before, let me tell you it's exhilarating but totally anxiety producing. I was so ready, so horny but scared to death at the same time. I love that feeling. I'd told only one guy about any of it. It was Cam the guy from the pizza place who'd had me several times. I needed him because I wanted it to not be easy for me. I told him to make sure the delivery guys were busy. He said that would be no problem, he was the assistant manager and that he could have everybody work, claiming it got busier as Halloween approached. He said normally he'd only have a couple guys working, that day would be double. I didn't tell him why I wanted that, but Cam's not stupid. He knows my proclivities. I also needed him for the party later. Of course he demanded another blowjob out of the deal. At least I knew one blowjob was on my list. It could be much more, though, and I knew it. It had been too long.

I waited until dark. The Georg task was first. I didn't really have a backup plan for this if he worked late. Luckily I heard him stomping around loudly in his living room. I had to wait until he got done eating dinner, which he always did first. The kitchen table was just on the other side of the door. I'd cracked the door slightly open, to make it far more quiet to open. I waited, I listened, and I waited some more. I couldn't be sure where he was. I had to check. But, according to my own rules I had to be naked and cuffed for anything outside my own side of the apartment. I was still naked, I cuffed my hands behind my back and as quietly as I could I opened my back door and I sneaked out. I crept slowly to the window outside his kitchen. I peeked in. I couldn't see him, that was good, at least he wasn't in the main open area. Because of the angle, I couldn't see if he was in the den watching TV. "Fuck!" I thought. I knew I'd have to check the front.

It was far more dangerous. The back is secluded and blocked by trees. The front was open, with only a few bushes along the house. Still, I had to do it. It beat just opening the door and running right into a leering and willing Georg. I sneaked quietly along the side of the house, to the front corner. I didn't see anyone around or cars coming or going. I quickly rushed behind the bushes. Anyone walking on the sidewalk probably would still be able to see me, but it was dark enough that cars driving by wouldn't notice. I peeked my head in. I saw Georg's fat face. He was in his den. His eyes were looking in my direction, but only because the TV was on that line. I saw him sitting there. He looked sweaty, his hand was in the top of his undershorts. They were tighty -whities. I shuddered again to think that in just a few moments, I could be on my knees on his shag carpet, right in front of him, giving him the blowjob of his life. I had to stifle a gag.

Still, that's who I am, if I'm caught, I do what I'm supposed to. I play the game the right way. I hurried back around and got back inside my door. I hesitated at the door between the two spaces. I took a deep breath. "Could I do this?" Then I laughed to myself. I HAD to do it, there were only two keys to the handcuffs, one was behind a dumpster at the pizza shop, the other was in Georg's bathroom. I'd have to get at least one or I'd spend the rest of the night in cuffs. I pushed ahead. Ever so slowly I opened the door, remember, my hands are behind me? I knew I could just be showing him my ass if he happened to get up to get something at the fridge.

Luckily, he wasn't there. I crept to where I could see his fat head, fully of black curly hair, just poking out above the top of the sofa. I quickly went past and behind him. I sneaked down the hall. Thank goodness he didn't have a wood floor. It was fake wood laminate, which didn't make noise. I made it to the bathroom. Suddenly I had a predicament, my hands were behind me and the key was up in the medicine cabinet! I obviously hadn't thought of that. I had to get it with my mouth, which I thought was appropriate. I was able to open the door with my lips but it took some maneuvering and tongue to move the deodorant. I sucked the key in. "Got it!" I thought in triumph. Suddenly, disaster. My tit accidentally grazed a lotion bottle on the sink. It fell into the basin with a muffled plastic clatter. I heard him stir. Panicked, I raced across the hall and hid behind his bedroom door.

He lumbered down the hall and poked his head in the bathroom. He looked around. I could see him behind the crack in the door. I saw him pick up the lotion bottle and examine it. He just said, "huh." I watched him there, just 3 feet from a naked me. He was just in his white, old man underwear. He had hair everywhere. It was on his back, his shoulders, his legs. He was like a black bear. Then I had the vision of me, on my knees in front of him like that, having to service him. Suddenly I could feel myself starting to get wet. Humiliation drives me. I wondered if I should just give myself up and force myself to please him. I also realized that, in doing so, I'd no doubt end up having to do it all the time. I made myself to stick to the game. He was convinced that it was just "one of those things" where things fall, like maybe he had placed it precariously placed on the edge. He shrugged to himself and turned off the bathroom light.

Even though I had the cuff key now I wasn't allowed to get out of the cuffs until I was back in my part of the house. I watched him walk back to the living room/den area. I waited until I figured he was set. I sneaked back down the hall. I could see the back of his head again. I thought about purposely tripping. I constantly have to fight my need for humiliation. I knew it wouldn't be fair to my game, though, so I sneaked past him, opened the door and got to safety. I giggled to myself as I unlocked the cuffs. I closed the door fully, quietly. I was disappointed in a way, in my heart I wanted to be sucking cock, even if it was his. The humiliation was actually a big part of it for me. "Oh well," I thought to myself. "I'm sure I'll include him in later games, and maybe not make it as easy next time." Who am I kidding? Somehow, someway I'm going to end up doing something that MAKES me end up on my knees sucking that fat fucker, it's just who I am. In the mean time, part one, done!

Task number two. The pizza place. It was now nine PM. That's when the pizza place starts doing its best business. I'd gotten a few texts from Cam. He told me he had three or four guys at one time for the night, as I'd requested. I didn't tell him what I planned, or for when. I think he assumed I'd be calling their place for deliveries, then doing it more than once. I had a last minute inspiration, along those lines. I put on the costume I had for the party later. It basically just a thin sexy top meant to be a harem girl, and a very short skirt with the same theme. I called Cam's place and ordered a pizza. I wanted it to be a warm up, and a potential for later. I also wanted to make me more "motivated" when the games started.

The guy that showed up was a new one. His name was Larry. He was no more than twenty. He had light hair and reminded me of Chris Martin, the guy from Coldplay. I hadn't seen him before. He clearly was tipped off, however. He was very forward, especially with me meeting him at the door with a sexy outfit. I think he was expecting a blowjob at least. It was cute watching his frustration as I led him out.

"You can't just tease a guy like that, and, I've heard that you aren't a tease, so why not me?" he said lustily.

This is what I'd planned for, I said. "So you boys all talk, eh? Thought so. Tell the others working tonight that if you see me hanging around your pizza shop or out in public like this...or less tonight, you can have what you want."

"Oh fuck," is all he said as I let him out. Now I'd made my task harder because being caught would lead to a more trying night.

I waited for a bit before I put on some loose running shorts and a T shirt which was ripped to show more cleavage and is short enough to show my belly button. I had nothing else, other than a pair of running shoes. Even to be seen in this was pretty revealing. I had plans to wear even less until I could retrieve my costume. I drove to the pizza place.

I parked down a side street. I had a clear view of the back exit door. There was a lone, solitary light right above it, like a spotlight. It would be illuminating my nudity in a moment, if I could make it that far. Nudity? Yes. To make it harder (and I always try to make it harder) I had to strip naked, other than the shoes. I put the clothes in the backseat.

I hesitated before I reached in my purse and pulled out the nipple clamps. Jessica had introduced and tormented me with them before. I knew I had to give myself a time limit, that I couldn't just allow myself to wait in the bushes all night. By putting on the nipple clamps it put me on a "tight" schedule. After ten minutes or so they'd have me screaming or bawling to take them off. Why couldn't I just remove them? Because I like it difficult, that's why. Of COURSE I also was going to handcuff my hands behind me. I couldn't take the clamps off unless I rolled on the ground until they fell off. I fastened the nipple clamps on. I let out a soft moan as they bit into my flesh. I put on the handcuff on one wrist.

I looked around one last time before I closed and locked the car door. I put the other cuff on, with some difficulty. It took some of my time away. That was it, I was now nude. My nipples were clamped and I had my hands cuffed behind me. My clothes were locked in my car, which I couldn't get into unless I got the spare key that was hidden in the plastic bag.

I quickly raced to the row of bushes that separated the back of the pizza place from another business. I slid in behind the bushes, careful not to get all scratched up. I sat back against the brick wall and waited. I watched the delivery guys bust through the door, exiting to get to their cars. Then, just as soon as one or two would leave, another would return. The traffic seemed constant. I nearly panicked, I thought, "how am I ever going to get a moment alone?"

The package I sought was behind a small dumpster, which was just a few steps from the back door. I could feel the nipple clamps starting to cause a hum in me, with just a hint of the pain that would follow. I didn't have all night. The thought flashed of what I'd told the delivery guy earlier, that if they caught me like this, I was in for it. Finally, a break. I saw two guys leave, then nothing. I sprinted for the dumpster. I hid behind it. There was only a small space, I was pretty much pressing my bare butt into the wall and my tits against the dumpster. I didn't realize how hard it would be to grab my bag like that. I got to my knees and I fought with it for a moment, until I just about had it.

Suddenly, the door opened. I slid fully back between the dumpster and the wall, nearly pinned, on my knees. My heart was in my throat. I heard two guys talking. One was Cam. They were just shooting the shit. At that moment I felt something like a mist hit my skin. Then I heard it, it was a stream of piss. Cam was peeing, right by the dumpster! I couldn't move, I was trapped. I felt just a bit of it splatter on me, on my face, on my side, over my tits. It wasn't full on spray, just droplets, probably from ricocheting off the wall. But there I was, nude and having pee sprayed on me. They continued to talk. The nipple clamps were making me squirm, the dull ache had now become sharp and focused. I couldn't take much more. If I was trapped for much longer, I'd have to give up. Finally, I heard him say, "see you in a bit," to the other guy, who got in his car and drove away.