A More Elaborate Challenge

Most of the preparations had been completed. Her scandalously lurid video was set up for an automated upload, along with her fake-cum selfies from the previous night. She'd actually added a few more pics to the album. As the files were being sorted, the urge struck her to take another photo, so she indulged, squatting, legs apart, staring lustfully at the camera, and fingers invitingly spreading her dripping cunt. She captioned this lewd photo with "my name is Silvia Love, and I love wood!" It was important to include her name with this particular exposure packet. Should she fail today's challenge, the evidence of her shameful activities would be plainly uploaded to the internet and irrevocably shared with all her friends and coworkers. With an addicting rush of arousal, she stared at the execute button. Once she started the countdown timer for the upload, the program could only be stopped when the password. Halting her public humiliation, required a code she'd generated randomly, then printed off without looking at. A naughty spring in her step, Silvia went about her abode and placed a torn scrap of the numeric key by each task she needed to complete.

Once that task was done all she had to do was get dressed. The leggy blonde had shunned clothes to tease herself, but now it was time to put on something more appropriate for a bondage whore. She started with stockings obviously, red ones, with matching garters. Silvia didn't have any appropriately skimpy panties to wear like a g-string or crotchless lingerie, so she went without, using a marker to write "sluts don't wear panties" over her bare pussy.

Her bra options were similarly lacking, so with the help of an internet tutorial, she wove her own. Of course, this "bra" was just a harness to squeeze and frame her breasts, exciting the bondage-lover and making them look all the more appealing. Seeing her young breasts so provocatively presented, Silvia couldn't help but reach for the marker again. She drew the spurting head of a penis lewdly peeking out from between her breasts. A smaller cock was drawn on one cheek next, and "cunt" was written on the other. Her loins roiled as she wrote "fucktoy" across her forehead.

Simple clothes pins were added next, a pair for her nipples, and another couple for her pussy lips. A nip of pleasure accompanied each application, making her meekly moan every time. They continued to tease her with pain as she completed her bondage. She tethered her ankles together with only a short piece of rope, her hobbled steps would add to the peril. In the middle of this silken shackle she tied another, longer piece of rope (This time she'd measured everything perfectly). This longer strand she trailed up her back and threaded through a carabiner she'd woven into her rope harness. There was just enough of the cordage sticking through to tie a tight loop that she'd thread her improvised handcuffs through. She'd made these from a length of slender chain and two padlocks. The keys she trapped in the base of a large candle; it'd be too difficult to dig them out in her bound state, meaning she'd have to wait for the pillar of wax to burn itself out before she could free herself. Of course, she could only guess at how long this would take, but the thought of enduring bondage long after her challenge was concluded was almost as exciting as the game itself. Once she slid everything in place, she felt a thrill dance up her spine as the cool steel trapped her hands behind her head. She'd have to keep them there if she wanted to walk and would have to kneel if she wanted to use her hands, which she did for the final step.

She'd saved the best for last. Sensually, Silvia reached for her homemade collar, giving it a slow loving kiss before buckling it around her neck. Something between a contented sigh and eager whimper escaped her as she once again felt the leather embrace her neck.

Now fully "clothed," Silvia set the countdown for her humiliating upload. An intoxicating rush filled her veins as she saw the timer pop up on her screen. There was no way to stop it except by being a good ****; she'd better get started

Silvia had deliberately opened all the blinds and curtains in her rented chalet, enhancing her thrill with the ever present risk of exposure. The chances of anyone seeing her might as well have been zero because there were no houses around for at least a mile. Yet as she strutted past the gaping windows, the wide open nature of the winter landscape pulled her attention, and she felt like invisible eyes were watching her. She winked and did a seductive twirl.

Her first task was simple: masturbate on a door handle edging herself nearly to orgasm twice. There was no mechanism to keep her honest, but she figured this early on in her game she'd be less likely to cheat, and simply reveal the scrap of her code number. Especially when toying with herself was so fun.

But she was only allowed to edge herself, nothing more. She had hung a paddle in her view to remind her of that, and for easy access in case she over indulged. Fixing her gaze on the discipline device, the giddy **** approached her knob. Pleasure kindled up her body as she stood on tiptoe and prepared to lower her anticipating snatch onto the metal. She gasped. The knob was cold, but its touch sent a burst of heat throughout her body.

The smooth caress continued to kindle her passions as she rubbed against the knob. The vulgar nature of her masturbation excited her all the more, and she soon found herself tugging on her restraints, delighting as the chain dug into her wrists. Her legs were **** to be awkwardly spread to straddle the inanimate object, giving her a slight prickling of peril in the nape of her neck as she rocked her hips to milk more forbidden pleasure. Her mind flashed with images of what she was truly doing, masturbating with such an everyday object made her feel vile, filthy, goading her on.

Sultry, slutty, cries escaped the pleasure-bound woman's lips. Just as her passion began to rise uncontrollably she stumbled back, her whole body quivering as the euphoria was ripped away so suddenly. Silvia **** herself to take a few deep breaths, cooling her burning loins. The desire to cum tugged within her cunt like a hook, but she wasn't sated; the quivering **** stood inches away from her relief.

Once her passion had eased to a simmer, Silvia stepped forward again, feeling the knob's wet surface slurp up the inside of her leg as she mounted it anew. Her climax approached much faster this time; a desire to coat this household object in her insolent cum seared through her mind. For the duration of her stay, she'd have to touch it, knowing how she'd used it. The taboo nature of this made her want to cum more. The goal that she set for herself not to orgasm made her want to cum more. And the sight of the dangling paddle and the knowledge she'd have to punish herself, if (was it still if) she failed, that really made her want to cum.