Serendipity Delivered to my Doorstep

Part 2

“Alright ladies good job! I look forward to seeing you all on Monday for our next session," I called out as the last of the late morning's yoga class dispersed. I started straightening up the mats, trying not to let my mind race with the thought of tonight.

The anticipation was palpable, like a second skin that tightened with every breath I took. The days since last week had been a blur, I found myself obsessed with reliving the intense encounter with the deliveryman. I replayed the video over and over again, watching as the ropes coiled around my body, the way my skin turned red and my eyes watered from the painful pleasure of each tightening knot. The sight of him using my body for his own desires sent a thrill through me that I hadn't felt in a very long time. The sounds of my own muffled moans and whimpers filled my ears as I watched, my hand unconsciously drifting down to caress my clit, feeling the same desperate need for release that had gripped me that night.

The anticipation grew with each passing day, the thought of his return consuming my every waking moment. I couldn't focus on my work, my mind wandering to the various scenarios he might have in store for me. Would he be more dominant? More creative with his ropes? The very thought of it had me squirming in my chair, my panties damp with the anticipation of what was to come.

My mind raced as I went through my days, the mundane tasks of teaching yoga and running errands feeling like a blur. All I could think about was the next Friday, the night I'd be bound and used again. The deliveryman's words echoed in my mind, "I'll be back next Friday night," and I knew I had to prepare. I spent hours online, searching for new self-bondage techniques, reading about the art of rope play, and watching tutorials that made my cheeks flush with excitement.

Each click of the mouse brought me closer to understanding what he might do to me, and I found myself eagerly devouring every bit of information I could find while the video of our encounter played on a loop in my mind, the memories as vivid as if it had just happened. But then something happened I never saw coming, it was a little before noon on Friday and I was finishing straightening up my classroom after teaching a morning class when somebody called out my name.

"Heeeey Julie, how's it goin’?" came the cheerful voice from the doorway. It was Jessica, one of the evening class college girls, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she sailed into the room, a spring in her step. She was dressed in a flirty skirt, a long sleeved off the shoulder shirt that showed off her youthful curves, and a pair of wedge sneakers that made her seem taller than she was. Her eyes lit up when our gazes locked, a smile playing on her glossy pink lips.

My heart skipped a beat at her unexpected appearance. She wasn't supposed to be here until this evening. "Jessica? What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice as I turned around to face her. "Evening classes aren't for a few hours, is there something wrong?"

Her smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, my afternoon class got canceled and I figured I'd swing by and show you something I found online."

"Umm okay, what did you find?" I asked, trying to sound casual as my heart thumped in my chest. The way she said "swing by" had me on edge, but I couldn't let her know how nervous I was.

Dropping her backpack by the doorway, Jessica practically skipped over to me, her eyes sparkling with a curiosity that had me feeling a mix of excitement and dread. She was always eager to learn and share, but today there was something different in her demeanor. Her flirty behavior was more pronounced, her movements more deliberate. As she approached, she playfully swiped a stray strand of hair from her face and leaned closer, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt. "It's something I'm curious about."

Pulling out her phone, Jessica's thumbs danced over the screen as she scrolled through various pages, her eyes glancing up at me every so often to gauge my reaction. Finally she held up her phone, the screen displaying a very familiar video. "Is this you?"

My heart stopped. The video was from last week, the night of my first encounter with the deliveryman. It was me, bound and gagged, my body contorted and writhing in pleasure, my eyes wide with shock and excitement. The way the ropes had marked my skin, the way I'd bucked against the table, the way he'd taken me…it was all there, captured in high definition. My jaw dropped, my eyes widening in horror and arousal as I watched myself getting fucked by a stranger in my own home. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the reality of the situation crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

"IT IS YOU, I KNEW IT!" Jessica practically squealed in excitement, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as if she'd said something naughty at a tea party. "I found this on some random bondage forum, it had so many hits! You're like a celebrity!"

I stared at her, my mind racing. This couldn't be happening. The video was supposed to be for my eyes only, a private memento of a night that was so intense it had left me craving more. Yet here it was, playing out on Jessica's phone screen, my most intimate moments laid bare for her to see. I felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and a strange, twisted sense of pride. How had this happened? How had my most secret desire become public fodder for the taking?

"How…how did you find this?" I managed to croak out, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared at the phone screen in disbelief. Jessica's eyes were glued to the video, a mix of awe and excitement playing out on her features.

"I thought you said you weren't interested in dating," Jessica said, completely ignoring my question, her eyes still glued to the screen of her phone. She was biting her bottom lip, her pupils dilated and a smug smile spread across her face. "Guess you just like it rough."

"I…I'm not, I… we, it's not like that," I stuttered, my mind racing. The room felt hot, the air thick with the scent of my panic and mortification. "That's…that's just…something I do, it's private."

"Oh so it's like a booty call or something?" Jessica's voice was filled with gleeful speculation as she watched my panic unfold.

"Uh yeah, something like that…Jessica please you can't show that to anyone," I begged, feeling the color drain from my face as the video continued to play.

Jessica finally looked up at me, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She tapped the screen with a giggle, the sound echoing through the quiet classroom. "Well, if it's just a booty call, I totally get it and don't worry I won't say anything."

A sigh of relief left my mouth as Jessica promised not to say anything. I took the phone from her hand, the screen darkening as the video stopped playing. "Thank you I-"

"That is I won't say anything if you let me join in on the fun." Jessica's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with something that was definitely not innocence.

"I…what?" My voice trembled as the words registered in my brain. My eyes snapped up to meet Jessica's, searching for any hint of a joke or tease in her gaze. But there was none. She was dead serious, her cheeks still flushed with excitement.

"Come on, like you said last week. The men around here are all vanilla, and I need some kink in my life," Jessica said, her eyes locked onto mine, her tone earnest and slightly hopeful. "You looked like you were in heaven, I want to feel that too."

"I… you uh, you can't," I stuttered, the room spinning as the reality of Jessica's proposal set in. But the look in her eyes was unyielding, a hunger that mirrored my own, and I found myself unable to form coherent words.

"Hmph, fine, I wonder what Amanda and Rachel would say if I sent them this," Jessica said with a playful smirk, her hand snatching back her phone and holding it up while shaking it. Panic shot through me as I realized she wasn't bluffing. I knew those two gossiped like it was an Olympic sport and if they got a hold of this, it would spread faster than a wildfire in a dry forest.

This was all happening too fast. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to convince Jessica to keep my secret without giving in to her demands. But the sight of the video, my own body writhing and begging for more, was too much to handle. My jaw dropped, and I stared at the screen in a mix of horror and fascination. The way my body had responded to him, the way he had used me, it had all been all there, laid bare for her to see. The realization that my darkest secret was now in the hands of someone so young and innocent was almost too much to handle. On top of all that he was coming back tonight and I had no idea what he had planned.

"Okay! Okay okay okay, you win," I said in a rush, trying to keep the panic from my voice. "Just don't show anyone, okay?"

Jessica's eyes lit up and she practically squealed in glee, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. Her kiss took me by surprise, her soft lips pressing against mine for a brief, exhilarating moment before she pulled away, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

"Oh my god, yes! This is going to be so hot!" She bounced around the room, her youthful energy belying the gravity of the situation. Her skirt fluttered around her thighs as she spun around, showcasing the pink lace of her panties. "I can't believe it's actually happening to me! So when is he coming over next?" Jessica's eyes gleamed with excitement as she practically danced around the room, her voice bubbling over with questions.

My cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as Jessica's words sank in. "Tonight," I whispered, the reality of the situation setting in. "But, Jessica, this isn't a game, it's serious."

Her smile didn't waver. "I know, that's what makes it so exciting!" She took a step closer, her breath warm against my neck. "I've always had a bit of a kinky side, but I've never had the guts to do anything like this. You're my inspiration."

The weight of her words sunk in, and I felt a strange mix of pride and dread. This was my doing, I'd exposed my deepest desires to the world without realizing it, and now it was coming back to bite me. I still couldn't believe the deliveryman had leaked the video, the betrayal was a sharp sting. I mean sure I'd planned to eventually post a video or two but it was supposed to be my choice, my decision, not something taken from me.

"So do you two, like, talk about what you two are going to do or do you, like, just wing it?" Jessica's question brought me back to reality, her breath still hot against my neck. "I've got a few ideas, if you want to hear them," she added, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

I took a step back, trying to put some space between us. "We don't really…plan things out, it's more of a spur of the moment thing." It was partially true; I didn't really know what to expect from the deliveryman, nor did I plan on telling Jessica that technically, I was being blackmailed into this situation. "I usually just.. you know dress sexy… tie myself up and wait for him."

"Wow, that sounds so…hot," Jessica murmured, her voice thick with desire. "What should I wear and do you think he'll like me?" Her question hung in the air, filled with a mix of hope and anxiety. I could see the excitement in her eyes, the way she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. It was clear she was eager to dive into this new, kinky world she had stumbled upon.

Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I studied Jessica from head to toe. She had a body that would make any man's head turn. Her perky breasts, the slight curve of her waist, and the way her hips flared out in a delicious curve. Her legs looked long and lean, and I knew the deliveryman would appreciate the way she could wrap them around his waist, the way she'd look bent over and begging for his touch. The thought made my stomach clench with a mix of jealousy and arousal.

"Oh I'm sure he'll be more than happy to see you," I murmured, trying to keep the jealousy from my voice. "We're pretty similar in size so you can just borrow something of mine."

The thought of dressing Jessica was oddly thrilling, a strange mix of excitement and jealousy swirling in my stomach. I'd never really considered dating a woman before, but if I did, Jessica's youthful beauty and eagerness to explore would have made her irresistible.

"So when should I come over?" Jessica asked while tapping away at her phone, no doubt canceling whatever plans she had for the night.

"You can just hitch a ride with me after our evening class," I told Jessica, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions inside me. "But remember, this isn't a game. It's intense, are you really sure you can handle it?"

Her eyes lit up even more at the thought. "I'm so ready for this. I've been binge-watching bondage tutorials and reading up on all the kinkiest stuff," she said, her voice full of excitement. "I want to experience it all, and with you there, I'll be safe, right?"

"Right…" I said, trying to hide the doubt in my voice. Safety was something I'd always prioritized in my own solo sessions, but this was different. This wasn't just me and my toys; this was a real-life stranger with his own twisted desires. "Just remember to keep your wits about you, okay?"

"Awesome, I'm gonna go do some more research!" Jessica practically squealed before she dashed out of the classroom, her sneakers squeaking against the floor as she went. I stood there, feeling a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that tonight was going to be something that I had never experienced. I had no idea what to expect, but the anticipation was already making my heart race.

The afternoon classes dragged by, each minute feeling like an eternity as I went through the motions of teaching yoga. My mind was elsewhere, playing out various scenarios in my head of what the night might bring. Would the deliveryman be pleased to see Jessica? Would he be more intense than before? The thought of him seeing her in my lingerie, using her body as he had used mine, sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to focus on my breathing, my mantras, but all I could think about was the ropes and the pain, the pleasure and the power play.

Finally, my last class of the day began, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread when Jessica and her two friends, Amanda and Rachel, walked in. They were the last to arrive, and Jessica's eyes immediately found mine, her smile wide and knowing. Her friends followed her lead, their eyes scanning the room curiously. Thankfully, they didn't seem to know anything about the video, their expressions more one of mild interest than shock. I took a deep breath and tried to push the impending encounter from my mind, focusing instead on guiding my students through their poses.

The hour seemed to crawl by as I led the class through their final stretches, Jessica's knowing smile never leaving my mind. When the last of the students filed out, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of dread mixed with anticipation for what the night had in store. Thankfully Rachel and Amanda seemed less eager to hang around than last week and soon it was just Jessica and I. She practically bounced over to me as I packed up my yoga mat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Making our way to the locker room, I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious as I began to change into my 'casual' outfit for the evening. I'd chosen it with the deliveryman in mind, hoping it'd make me feel as vulnerable and exposed as possible. The black mini skirt barely covered my ass, and the 4-inch wooden high-heeled mules made me feel like I was on stilts, my legs looking longer and sexier than they ever had. The halter top was a simple, yet effective choice, revealing just enough to make anyone's imagination run wild. As I slipped out of my yoga pants and pulled on the skirt, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and had to admit, even to my own eyes, I looked like a walking wet dream.

"Damn, Julie," Jessica whistled, her eyes widening as I stepped out of the changing stall in my outfit. "Here I thought my outfit was bold." She glanced down at her own attire, a tight black dress that ended just above her knees and a pair of black stilettos that had to be at least five inches. "Looks like I've got some catching up to do."

"Believe it or not, I mostly dress the way I do for me," I said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Besides it's not like he's going to see us in these anyway." I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker and led Jessica out of the yoga studio and into the parking lot. The cool evening air was a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the day, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

The drive to my house was tense, the silence between us only occasionally broken by Jessica's nervous giggles. She was practically vibrating with excitement in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that I was leading her into a situation that was far from predictable. I kept glancing at her, taking in the way she'd applied her makeup, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, the way she kept playing with the hem of her dress. She looked beautiful, and I knew the deliveryman would find her irresistible, heck even I had a hard time not looking at her.

When we arrived at my house, the curtains were drawn, and the new smart lights shaped like candles I’d purchased earlier that week were already lit. I could feel the anticipation building in the air, thick and heavy like a storm cloud as we walked up my walkway. Jessica looked around, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves as I led her inside. Seeing the multitude of cameras and mood lighting already set up made me feel embarrassed as Jessica's eyes darted around the room.

"Wow, you really go all out," Jessica whispered as she took in the candlelit room, her eyes wide with wonder and a touch of trepidation. The anticipation grew palpable as I wondered what he’d do when he saw I wasn’t alone. I set down my bag, my heart racing. "Is he… is he already here?"

"No, like I said, he comes at night," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The house was eerily quiet, the smart candles flickering in the darkened room casting dancing shadows across Jessica's eager face. "Come on, let's go get ready."

Walking through the hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath our heels, echoing through the otherwise silent house. It felt like we were tiptoeing through a minefield, for once I avoided my usual routine of shedding my clothes as I walked to my bedroom. My heart was racing, the anticipation of what was to come mingling with the fear of the unknown. Jessica followed closely behind, her breathing shallow and quick, the excitement thick in the air.

"Just uh, have a seat on the bed while I find something for us to wear," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady as I walked into my walk-in closet, the anticipation making it difficult to breathe.

"Okie doke," came Jessica's cheerful reply from the bedroom, the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls just outside my closet. I took a deep breath and started stripping off my clothes, my eyes scanning the racks of lingerie and the drawers filled with costumes trying to imagine what best to wear for the deliveryman's return. I'd done quite a bit of fantasizing while dressing up in role play scenarios, but this was real. The thought of him seeing Jessica in my things, using her in the ways he'd used me, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Then as if a lightbulb had gone off in my head, an idea struck me. I reached into the back of my closet and pulled out a super short cheerleading uniform I'd bought for a Halloween party. It was a size smaller than Jessica's college uniform I’d occasionally seen her wear to class, so I knew it'd fit her snugly, hugging her curves in all the right places. The skirt was barely a handful of material, the hem line cutting off just below her ass cheeks and the top was tight enough to show off her perky breasts without being overtly slutty. I grabbed a pair of white converse wedge sneakers, a cheeky twist on the classic look, knowing they'd make her legs look a mile long.

I walked back out of the closet, a devilish smile playing on my lips, and froze. Jessica was already standing there, completely naked, her skin glowing in the fading evening light. She looked like a vision, her body a canvas of youthful beauty, her eyes wide with excitement. She'd apparently decided to take the 'getting ready' part to heart, stripping down to her birthday suit without a second thought. My own nakedness forgotten, I took in the sight of her, her full, round breasts and the smooth curve of her stomach, the dark triangle of hair between her legs. I felt a jolt of desire shoot through me, the realization of what was about to happen fully sinking in.

"Oooh is that for me?" Jessica's voice was a breathless whisper as she reached for the cheerleader outfit. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took the skimpy costume from my trembling hands. The sight of her naked form made my stomach flip, a cocktail of arousal and anxiety swirling through me.

"Hey, don't you have some tube socks or a pair of cotton panties? Might as well go all in," she teased, her eyes never leaving mine as she stepped into the costume.

"Oh…yeah there should be some I'm that dresser over there," I managed to say, pointing to the far corner of the room. Jessica practically skipped over to it, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. I couldn't help but watch as she rummaged through my drawers, the sight of her ass bouncing as she bent over sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

Snapping out of my trance, I headed back into the closet, trying to shake off the jitters that had taken over my body. I needed to get myself sorted, to regain some semblance of control over this spiraling situation. I took a deep breath and focused on finishing my idea. Rummaging through the back, I found the perfect ensemble for the role I'd play tonight. A black push-up bra that would give my breasts a lift and make them spill out, begging for attention.

Next, a matching black thong that barely covered my pussy, black thigh-high stockings that would make my legs look like they went on forever, and a short black pencil skirt that hugged my hips tightly with a slit in the skirt just long enough to give a glimpse of the stocking tops. Lastly, I grabbed a crisp white dress shirt, and a red ribbon tie, which I'd tied into a bow just below my collarbone. The fake slim black eyeglasses were a cheeky addition, a nod to the stereotypical 'sexy professor' look.

Once dressed, I sauntered over to my shelves full of heels, each pair a testament to my love of the power they brought to my stride. I pulled out a pair of 4 inch black leather stilettos with a red sole, they'd been a gift from a previous lover who had a penchant for high fashion and high drama. The shoes had a sleekness that spoke of authority, yet the red sole added a touch of rebellion. Slipping them on, I felt a familiar surge of confidence. The heels were high enough to make me feel towering, yet comfortable enough that I could wear them for hours if need be. They sunk into the carpet with each step, leaving a tell-tale sexy imprint that said a real woman had been here.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Jessica had already fully changed into the outfit I picked out for her. The tight cheerleading uniform hugged her in all the right places, showcasing her youthful curves in a way that made me feel a mix of envy and arousal. She looked stunning, the white fabric contrasting sharply with her tanned skin, and the red ribbon tied around her waist accentuating the hourglass figure she had.

When her eyes found me in the doorway, Jessica gasped, taking in my authoritative attire. The transformation was complete. I felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability, the dichotomy of the situation making my heart race.

"Ooooh Julie, are you gonna be a sexy teacher tonight?" Jessica giggled, twirling around in the tiny skirt, the fabric barely grazing the top of her thighs.

"Ahem…professor, I'm supposed to be a sexy professor," I corrected her with a smirk, placing a finger on the bridge of my nose, adjusting the glasses for dramatic effect. The room felt alive with tension as we both anticipated what was to come, the air thick with arousal.

"Well you nailed it! So, what's next?" Jessica clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

My heart was racing as I looked at the clock. It was 7:14 PM, and the deliveryman had come back sometime after 8:00 last week, so we needed to get a move on. "Come on Jessica," I whispered, my voice thick with excitement and nerves. "We need to get downstairs. He'll be here soon and we still need to set the scene."

Jessica nodded, her eyes wide and bright with anticipation. She followed me out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her wedge sneakers squeaking against the wooden steps. The living room was already set up with the cameras and toys, the lights casting flickering shadows across the floor as the last of the daylight faded. Pointing to the fur rug I'd placed where my coffee table normally sat, I instructed Jessica to sit on it.

"Like this?" Jessica asked, her voice a mix of innocence and eagerness as she perched on the rug, her legs folded to one side. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her full lips parted slightly. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and a twinge of possessiveness as I took in the sight of her dressed in my costume, sitting in my place of power.

"No," I said firmly, the word cutting through the silence like a knife. "Lay down on your stomach, hands behind your back." I watched as she obeyed, her body moving fluidly like she was made for this. Grabbing a number of ropes from the trunk beside the couch, I approached her, feeling the soft fur of the rug brush against the soles of my heels.

Starting with her wrists, I tied them together tightly, ensuring she couldn't easily break free. With each loop and knot, Jessica's breath grew quicker, her anticipation clear in every inhale and exhale. Once her wrists were secured, I moved to her ankles, binding them together with the same precision I used when tying myself up. The ropes bit into her skin, leaving a faint pink line that made me pause for a moment. I didn't want this to be about pain, but about the thrill of the power exchange.

Next, I moved to her knees, wrapping the rope around them, drawing them closer together, and then tying them off. As I worked, I could see her legs quiver, her thighs clenching and unclenching. She gasped as I pulled the rope tight, her skin turning a deeper shade of red as the blood flow was restricted. Then, I took a longer length of rope and looped it around her elbows, pulling them back until they almost touched, forcing her body to arch and her breasts to push out. The sight of her bound so tightly was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement, knowing what was to come.

"Ooooh that's…tight ah," Jessica moaned as I pulled the rope, cinching her elbows together. Grabbing a shorter length of rope, I secured her elbows to her ankles, effectively hogtying her. The sight of her bound so helplessly gave me a heady mix of power and fear. Her breathing grew ragged as she tested the limits of her bonds, the fabric of the skirt stretching taut across her firm ass as she wriggled on the fur rug.

Standing up, I slowly walked back to the trunk, feeling Jessica's eyes on me like a physical touch. Each step echoed in the quiet room, the leather of my stilettos whispering a promise of dominance and control. The candlelight danced across my body, casting shadows that played across the floor like a seductive dance of light and dark. My heart hammered in my chest as I reached into the trunk, the suspense of the night's events to come, coiling like a snake in my stomach.

"Oooh are you going to stick that in my mouth?" Jessica's voice quivered as I picked up a large red ball gag. She sounded equal parts excited and scared, her eyes wide as they followed my every move. I felt a thrill of power as I held it up for her to see, the light from the candles making it shine like a beacon of submission.

"Yep," I said, popping the 'p', "he might like that." I couldn't keep the smile from my face as I approached Jessica, the ball gag held up like a prize. She looked up at me with a mix of excitement and apprehension, her eyes wide with anticipation. I bent down, bringing my face close to hers, and whispered, "Open wide."

Her mouth parted, and I slid the gag between her teeth, fastening it tightly behind her head. She muffled a protest, her cheeks reddening around the rubber sphere. But she was smiling, a clear sign she enjoyed the feeling of being restrained. I took a moment to admire my handiwork, the way the ropes hugged her body, highlighting her curves, the way the fabric of her skirt was stretched taut over her ass. It was a work of art, a sculpture of desire and submission.

With a final pat on her bottom, I stepped away to find my own bindings. Grabbing four pairs of leather cuffs and five metal fasteners from the trunk, I felt a thrill of excitement as I thought about how I'd use them. I picked out a shiny red ball gag that matched the one already filling Jessica's mouth. It was smaller, but I knew it would still do the trick, keeping me as quiet as the mouse I felt like in the presence of the deliveryman.

Walking back over to Jessica, I sat down next to her on the fur rug, feeling the softness against my bare thighs. She watched me intently, the candlelight flickering in her eyes. I took a deep breath and began to apply the cuffs, starting with my ankles. The sound of the leather snapping into place was a symphony of submission, my body responding to the restraint with a jolt of excitement. With trembling hands, I next secured the cuffs around my knees, then my elbows and finally my wrists.

As I worked, I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me, the knowledge that I had no control over what was to come. It was freeing in a way that nothing else in my life ever had been. I picked up the red ball gag and held it up to my mouth, my heart racing. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of vanilla and then pushed it in, the rubber stretching my lips wide as I fastened it at the back of my head.

Testing the strength of my gag, I made a muffled sound, feeling the slickness press against the roof of my mouth, the rubber ball filling my cheeks. Jessica's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched, her own gag stretching her mouth wide in a silent cheer. Reaching for the camera remote sitting on the edge of the rug I flicked it on, the red light blinking to indicate it was recording. The thought of being watched, being the star of my own twisted show, added an extra layer of thrill to the already electric atmosphere.

Grabbing a fastener, I placed it into Jessica's bound hands, watching as she closed her fist around it. Her eyes never left mine as I took the remaining four fasteners, one by one, and began to secure myself. Starting with my ankles, I attached the first fastener, pulling my legs tightly together so that the leather bit into my skin, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and thrilled. The sound of the metal clicking into place echoed through the room, each snap a promise of the powerlessness to come.

Next came my knees and once they were secured I rolled onto my belly, placing my hands behind my back and with a bit of wriggling managed to get the fastener to link my wrist cuffs together. Shuffling myself snugly up against Jessica I concentrated and contorted my elbows until they touched. When nothing happened I looked over my shoulder and grunted at Jessica, silently asking for help. She nodded and with a giggle she reached out with the fastener in her bound hands and clamped it onto my elbows, effectively trapping them in place. The feeling of being nearly completely immobilized sent a shiver down my spine.

Nearly done I rolled back over onto my side, my breaths coming in short pants. Reaching for the last fastener with my bound wrists, I fumbled with it for a moment before rolling back onto my stomach. The leather cuffs around my elbows and knees were already biting into my skin, but I knew it was all part of the thrill. Carefully, I maneuvered my ankles up to my wrists, the stretch of my hamstrings sending a shiver of both pain and excitement through my body. With a grunt and a wiggle, I managed to get the fastener between my ankles and wrists, the metal cool against my skin.

The process of hogtying myself was more difficult than I'd anticipated, but the challenge only served to heighten my arousal. With a final click, the last fastener snapped into place, securing me in a strict and inescapable bond. I lay there, panting slightly, feeling the leather bite into my skin and the heavy weight of the gag in my mouth. My body was a tapestry of restraint, each part held in place by leather and metal.

Jessica's moan grew louder, drawing my attention back to her. She was smiling around her gag, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She wiggled her eyebrows at me in a gesture that was both suggestive and reassuring. It was a silent confirmation that she was okay, that she was ready for whatever was to come. Her willingness to be bound so tightly filled me with a mix of admiration and excitement.

With a sudden burst of energy, she wiggled herself closer to me, her body sliding against the fur rug with a soft sound. She managed to roll onto her side, her breasts pressing against my side as she snuggled into me. The warmth of her body was a stark contrast to the coolness of the air around us and the leather that held me in place. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort, the bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

What happened next was a whirlwind of sensation. Jessica, her eyes alight with a mix of excitement and mischief, pushed herself into me until I was rolled onto my side. The feel of her bare skin against mine was electric, sending jolts of arousal through my body. My eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't stop there. She wriggled closer, her breasts pressing against me, the softness of her flesh mashed against the hardness of my own. Her hips began to rock, gently at first, the friction between our bodies sending waves of heat through me.

My own moans were muffled by the gag, but I could feel Jessica's breath quicken, her body responding to the silent symphony of restraint and desire. We lay there, bound and helpless, our bodies speaking a language of lust that needed no words. Our movements grew more frantic, the sound of the ropes and fasteners tugging against our skin a rhythmic backdrop to our silent dance. I could only imagine the sight we presented to anyone watching, two beautifully bound figures writhing on the rug, each trying to get closer, to feel more.

Heat blossomed between our bodies as Jessica's hips began to buck faster, her movements more desperate. The fabric of our costumes was damp with sweat, sticking to our skin like a second layer, our breaths mingling as we both fought against the gags that filled our mouths. The tension grew, the air in the room thick with it, until it was almost palpable. I knew she was close, her movements becoming more erratic, her breathing ragged and loud.

And then, without warning, the sound of my back door shutting echoed through the house like a gunshot. It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over us, the passionate haze we'd been lost in dissipating into the cold, hard reality of what we were about to endure.

He's here.

Jessica's eyes found mine, wide with a mix of fear and excitement as the reality of the situation crashed down on us. The deliveryman was here, and we were both bound and gagged, our bodies on display for his twisted pleasure. My heart thundered in my chest as the anticipation grew, my mind racing with thoughts of what he would do to us.

The sound of footsteps echoed, moving from the kitchen into the hallway and stopping at the entrance to the living room. We both froze, our eyes locked together in silent terror and excitement. The deliveryman's presence permeated the room, the air thickening with the scent of his cologne as he took in the scene before him.

"What the…huh, not that I'm complaining but I don't remember ordering you to invite a guest," the deliveryman's voice cut through the silence, filled with a dark amusement that made my skin crawl. "Oh well, double the fun, I guess."

He stepped into the living room, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. My eyes took in his new attire, unlike before, he wasn't wearing a balaclava. Instead, a sleek, black half-mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving his eyes untouched. Those piercing blue eyes that had haunted my thoughts since our first encounter. The mask was made of a material that shone slightly in the candlelight, giving him the air of a mysterious and dangerous predator.

Jessica looked like she was about to either swoon or scream as the deliveryman stepped in front of us. He was dressed in all black, his muscular chest visible through a tight tank top that emphasized his strong chest. His eyes swept over our bound forms, and a wicked smile made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"I must say your choice in attire is… inspired," the deliveryman said, his voice low and sultry, his eyes lingering on Jessica's outfit. He crouched down beside us, his gloved hand tracing a line along Jessica's thigh, causing her to squirm and let out a muffled squeal. "And it seems she's already quite comfortable in her new role," he said, his smile growing wider. "Tell me have you two played like this before?"

I shook my head no, my eyes wide with both fear and a strange excitement. The deliveryman raised an eyebrow, his gloved hand continuing to trace patterns on Jessica's bare skin. She squirmed, her breaths muffled by the gag, and I could feel her heart racing against my side. His touch was a brand, searing and claiming her, and it was all I could do not to react to the possessiveness that flared within me.

"Hmm interesting, I'm sure there's a story there," the deliveryman mused, his eyes glinting with curiosity. He reached over and gently traced the line of my jaw, his touch sending a shiver through me despite the fear that had me trembling. "But for now, let's stick to what I know." He stood up, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the setup of the cameras and the assortment of toys laid out on the coffee table.

"And what I know is the three of us are going to have a very… interesting weekend," he said, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned down to softly whisper in my ear so that only I could hear him, his breath warm and smelling faintly of mint. "Even if you won't admit it, I know you enjoyed our little encounter last time. And now, with a fresh canvas to explore, I can't wait to see how much further you're willing to go."

I tried to respond, to tell him that yes, I had enjoyed it, that I wanted more, but the gag filled my mouth, turning my words into a garbled mess. He chuckled, his finger pressing against my cheek, and said, "Shh, no talking now. Just do as you're told and I assure you, you'll get everything you want."

He then turned his attention back to Jessica, whose eyes were wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Did Julie here tell you all about our little arrangement?"

Jessica's eyes met mine, and she nodded eagerly, her movements causing the ropes to tighten around her body.

"And you’re… okay with this?" The deliveryman's eyes searched Jessica's, and she nodded emphatically, her breathing fast and shallow around the gag. His hand moved up to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of the rubber before moving to her hair. He tugged gently, tilting her head back, and for a moment, I felt a pang of jealousy at the way she looked at him.

"Well good, because I wasn't planning on letting you go anywhere," the deliveryman said with a wink. He stood up and took a moment to survey us both, his eyes lingering on the way our bodies were bound and the desperation in our eyes. "Well let's get this weekend started shall we?"

My eyebrows shot up at his words, my mind racing. Last time had been intense, a whirlwind of fear and pleasure that had left me reeling. And now, he was saying that we'd be stuck here, at his mercy, for an entire weekend. The thought of what he had planned for us, the hours upon hours of being bound, teased, and used sent a thrill through me that was only slightly dampened by the fear of the unknown. I could feel Jessica's heart hammering against my side, her breaths coming in shallow pants.

"I left a few things in my truck I need but first…first let's make you two a little more…comfortable." His voice was like a dark caress, his eyes never leaving Jessica's. He took two lengths of rope and moved to stand between us. With surprising gentleness, he slid the ropes under Jessica's skirt, looping them around her hips. I watched, my body tense with anticipation as he secured the ropes in place, creating a tight crotch-rope that made her squirm.

The deliveryman then did the same to me, his hands brushing against my inner thighs as he worked. The rope was cold and rough, and the feeling of it tightening around my crotch was both terrifying and exhilarating. When he was done, he took the two loose ends and pulled them together, tying them in a knot that cinched the ropes even tighter. The sensation was intense, the pressure on my clit and pussy almost unbearable, but I bit down on my gag to keep from making a sound.

Not done with his preparations, the deliveryman grabbed a short length of rope, his eyes gleaming with a wicked excitement. He positioned himself over Jessica and me, his gaze flickering from one of us to the other, as if savoring the moment. With a quick, precise movement, he began to maneuver us closer, until our pelvises were pushed tightly together, our bound forms fitting like two puzzle pieces.

The suspense was almost unbearable as he took the rope and deftly wove it through the loops of our crotch-ropes. Each tug sent a bolt of pleasure-pain shooting through me, and I could feel Jessica's body quivering with the same intense sensation. His gloved hands were sure and firm, his strength evident even in such a delicate task.

Soon our bodies were intertwined, the rope pulling our hips tightly together as we lay on the fur rug. Jessica's muffled whimpers filled the room, echoing my own silent cries. The deliveryman's touch was like a brand, marking us as his property for the weekend. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made me quiver.

As we lay there, bound and gagged, I realized the true genius of his setup. Every time I squirmed, trying to adjust to the discomfort of the crotch-rope, it pulled taut against Jessica's, sending waves of painful pleasure through both of us. And with every wiggle of Jessica's body, she returned the favor, the ropes vibrating against my own sensitive flesh. We were a symphony of restrained desire, each movement a note played in a silent concert of anticipation.

"Alright ladies remember, make love to the camera," the deliveryman said with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming as he stepped back. "I'll be back shortly." With that, he disappeared into the hallway, leaving us in the dimly lit living room, our hearts racing in unison with the tick of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Jessica looked at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she smiled around the red ball gag. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was biting down slightly on the rubber, making her look even more like the helpless, yet eager, victim in our twisted game. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she closed her eyes and began to gyrate her hips, the ropes creaking with each movement.

The sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through me was like nothing I'd ever felt before. The crotch-rope was so tight that it made the pressure on my clit feel exquisite as she moved. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a muffled moan, my body arching against the restraints. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but I craved more. Jessica's hips met mine in a silent rhythm, our bound bodies moving in perfect harmony.

We had become a metronome of bound pleasure, each shift of our hips sending a pulse through the ropes that connected us. Our movements grew more desperate as we sought to find relief from the delicious agony. The sound of our skin slapping together and the creak of the leather and rope filled the room, the only music to our silent symphony. The lights flickered, casting shadows across our faces, our expressions a mix of ecstasy and torment.

Suddenly, Jessica's eyes went wide, and she let out a muffled scream, her body jerking against mine. I felt the wetness between us, the rope pressing against my clit now slick with her arousal. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down hard on her gag, her teeth marks indenting the red rubber.

The sight of Jessica's climax pushed me over the edge. My own orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, the ropes biting into my skin as my body bucked and writhed. I could feel the wetness spreading beneath us, the fur rug beneath us growing damp with our shared desire. The pressure on my clit was unbearable, yet it was all I could focus on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

As I came down from the high, Jessica nuzzled her face into my neck, her warm breath ghosting across my skin. She giggled, the sound muffled by her gag, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I flushed at the intimacy of her gesture, feeling both a surge of affection and a twinge of embarrassment. I hadn't initially wanted this level of closeness with Jessica, but here we were, bound together by more than just ropes and a shared predicament.

"That was quite the performance," the deliveryman said, his voice thick with amusement as he slow-clapped from the hallway leading to my kitchen. His eyes took in the sweat-dampened fur rug and the way Jessica and I lay, entwined together in our shared climax. "Makes me want to join in already."

Jessica and I watched as he stroked the growing bulge in his pants, his eyes never leaving our bound forms. He then walked over to a large tool-chest I didn't recognize, pulling out a drill and two gleaming hooks, each one the size of a thumb and shaped like a fishhook. My heart raced at the sight, a mix of fear and anticipation sending my pulse through the roof.

He approached the archway leading to the vestibule with a wicked smirk, his eyes locked onto mine as he began to drill. The sound was deafening in the quiet room, the vibrations making the floor shake beneath us. With each whirr of the drill, my mind raced with what he could possibly have in store for us. The plaster dust fell like snowflakes around him as he worked, his muscles flexing with the effort.

The first hook went in easily, the wood giving way to the power of the drill. The deliveryman stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The hook was thick and strong, the kind used for heavy-duty applications, not for decorative purposes. My stomach clenched at the thought of what it might hold.

The second hook followed, the drill's bit sinking into the wood with a sickening thud. Dust and chips flew through the air, mixing with the candlelit shadows that danced around us. The deliveryman's muscles tensed and released as he worked, his focus unwavering, his intentions clear. He was setting the stage for something darker, something more intense than anything we had experienced before.

Once both hooks were securely embedded, he turned to us, his eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement. "Now, let's see what we can do with these," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. He grabbed two more lengths of rope and approached Jessica, who was still panting from her orgasm, her eyes wide with anticipation.

With surprising gentleness, he began to cut through the rope that connected our crotch-ropes, the sound of the scissors slicing through the fibers echoing in the tense silence of the room. Jessica let out a muffled whine, her eyes darting to mine in a silent plea for reassurance. I offered her a nod, trying to convey that she was safe, that we were in this together. The deliveryman then cut away the rope keeping Jessica’s body contorted in the tight hogtie I’d place her in, Jessica sighed contentedly as her legs flopped back down onto the rug.

Once free from her hogtie, the deliveryman grabbed Jessica by her shoulders and lifted her to her feet with surprising ease. She wobbled slightly, the ropes around her arms and legs making her movements awkward and unsteady. He took a moment to appreciate her struggle, a smug smile playing under his mask before he began to guide her towards the archway.

My heart was racing as I watched him force Jessica to hop over to the archway where he had drilled the hooks. Each bounce of her breasts and jiggle of her hips was a testament to her helplessness, and it was all I could do to stay still as he tied one of the ropes to her wrists, which were still secured behind her back. He then led the rope through one of the hooks, the metal glinting in the low light as he pulled it tight.

With a cruel twist of his wrist, Jessica was yanked forward, the rope biting into her skin as she bent at the waist, her wrists now held high above her head behind her back. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes watering around the edges of the gag, but she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned into it, her body arching in a way that made my mouth go dry. The deliveryman's smile grew wider as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the way the rope pulled her arms taut and the fabric of her cheerleading uniform strained against her breasts.

Tying the rope off, the deliveryman stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes lingering on Jessica's bound and suspended form. "Now, it's time for your turn," he said, his gaze flicking over to me. My pulse quickened as he approached, the anticipation making it difficult to breathe. He bent down, undid the fastener keeping me hogtied and grabbed me by my cuffed arms. I was then yanked up to my feet, the leather biting into my skin as I too was forced to bunny hop across the room until I stood beside Jessica.

Rope wrapped around the fastener holding my wrists, the deliveryman's eyes never left mine as he pulled it tight, the leather digging into my skin. He then fed the rope through the second hook, creating a mirror image of Jessica's suspension beside me. I felt like a marionette in his twisted play, my legs trembling as I was forced to bend over as my wrists were pulled high into the air behind my back. The arch of my spine was extreme, pushing my breasts forward and exposing my vulnerability.

"There, now, don't you two look lovely?" the deliveryman said, his hand running up and down the rope cleaving my ass cheeks as I fought to maintain my balance. The leather cuffs dug into my limbs and the pressure on my clit was a constant reminder of the situation. "Why don't we have ourselves a little game?"

I watched, my eyes widening with apprehension, as he went back to his chest and pulled out a riding crop. The leather was supple and the handle had a silver cap that gleamed in the flickering light. He swished it through the air, the sound of leather cutting through the silence like a knife. My skin broke out in goosebumps, and I felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation.

"Whoever can remain quiet the longest won't receive a pair of… weighted nipple clamps," the deliveryman said with a wicked smirk, holding up a pair of shiny metal clamps connected by a small chain. The room grew thick with tension as Jessica and I exchanged glances.

To my surprise Jessica actually winked at me around the gag, her eyes glinting with excitement. The deliveryman stepped back and took a moment to appreciate us, his eyes lingering on every inch of our bound forms. Then he strode forward, the crop cutting through the air with a sharp snap as he brought it down on Jessica's ass with a resounding crack. She let out a muffled squeal, like she wasn't even trying to hold back the noise.

The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room, echoing off the walls and sending a thrill through my body. I braced myself for the same treatment, my eyes locked onto the deliveryman's as I waited for his next move. But instead of hitting me, he paused, the crop hovering just above my ass, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

"Doesn't look like this will be much of a contest, does it?" The deliveryman's smug tone was like a dare, and something inside me snapped. Determined not to be outdone, I waited, my breath shallow and eyes locked onto his, as he took a step closer.

When the crop finally made contact with my skin, the pain was delicious. I felt the leather kiss my cheek with a sharp sting, and the sound of the impact filled the room. Taking a deep breath I wailed as loudly as I could, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. The deliveryman's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by my reaction. But it was Jessica's that I was watching. Her eyes sparkled with challenge, and she began to shake her ass, silently egging me on.

"Huh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this," the deliveryman murmured, his eyes glinting with amusement. He brought the crop down again, harder this time, and I couldn't help the cry that was ripped from my throat. The pain was intense, but as my body danced on the edge of agony and ecstasy, I felt a strange sense of power.

With each hit, the pleasure from the crotch-rope grew more intense. The pain from the crop was a deep contrast to the relentless pressure on my clit, turning each strike into a symphony of sensation. Jessica's eyes never left mine, her own movements a silent challenge to see how much more I could take. Her own ass was now a rosy shade of red where her skirt rode up from the rope, the crop leaving a trail of welts in its wake.

I felt hornier than I'd ever been, the thrill of the situation sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. Summoning my courage, I began to shake my ass enticingly, the leather of my skirt whispering against my skin as I swayed from side to side. The deliveryman's eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand hovering over the bulge in his pants.

Seeing him growing more and more aroused with each wiggle of my hips, I took a page out of Jessica's book and went full throttle on the seductive dance. The leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles were cutting off my circulation, leaving my limbs feeling cold and tingly, yet my core was a raging inferno of need. The crotch-rope bit into my flesh with every movement, the pressure on my clit bordering on agony, yet the thought of what was to come only made me want it more and so I began thrusting my ass backwards in an attempt to entice him further.

The deliveryman watched me for a moment, the crop hovering in the air as if he was unsure of how to proceed. Then, with a low chuckle, he stepped forward, the leather of his boots creaking against the wooden floor. "I'm beginning to think Julie, I misjudged your level of cooperation last week, perhaps you really did want this," he murmured, his eyes raking over my body with a hunger that made me squirm in place.

His words seemed to give Jessica pause, realization that our roles might not be as clear-cut as she had assumed flitting across her features. She stilled for a moment, her body hanging suspended from the hook, the ropes cutting into her arms and legs. Her eyes searched mine for understanding, for reassurance that this was still the game we had agreed to play. The deliveryman's smug grin grew wider as he stepped closer to me, the crop still in his hand, his eyes raking over my bound form.

"The game has only just begun, but I don't think either of you are ready to admit defeat yet," the deliveryman said, his eyes dark with desire as he studied our bound forms. "Let's up the stakes a bit."

With that, he turned back to the chest and pulled out four clothespins, the kind with a wooden handle and a strong, metal grip. He approached Jessica first, his movements deliberate and predatory. He reached out and pulled down her top, exposing her perky breasts. The chill of the room made her nipples pebble even harder, begging for his touch.

The deliveryman's gaze lingered on her breasts, his eyes darkening with lust. He took a pinch of her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned around the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakable. He chuckled, his grin pronounced under his mask. "Let's see if you're as tough as you look," he murmured, attaching one of the clothespins to her sensitive peak.

The sound of the metal clamp closing was like a gunshot in the silent room, and Jessica's body jolted, her muffled scream vibrating through me. He repeated the process on her other nipple, her body quivering with the pain. He stepped back, admiring his work, the clothespins standing out starkly against her pale skin.

Next was my turn. The deliveryman approached me, the second pair of clothespins dangling from his fingers like grim little trophies. He paused, his eyes raking over my 'sexy professor' outfit, taking in the sight of my breasts straining against the fabric. With a deft touch, he unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. His breath was hot against my skin as he leaned in, his gaze locked on my eyes.

Hooking his fingers into the edge of my bra, the deliveryman pulled the material aside, exposing my erect nipples to the cool air. The anticipation was unbearable as he held the clothespins before me, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned in to whisper, "You know what's coming, don't you?" His breath was hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

With a twisted glint in his eye, he took the first clothespin and attached it to my right nipple. The pain was sharp, biting into my skin like the teeth of a wild animal. I gasped, my body arching instinctively. But the crotch-rope held me in place, the tension on my clit only increasing the intensity of the sensation. Jessica's eyes were on me, her own pained expression a mirror of what I knew was on my face.

The deliveryman stepped back, watching as I tried to process the new level of pain. My heart was racing, my chest heaving with shallow breaths. The metal clamp was a cold, unforgiving reminder of my vulnerability. He took his time, savoring the moment before moving to my left nipple. The second pinch was just as sharp, the pain blooming and spreading outward, mixing with the pleasure from the rope.

With a sigh of satisfaction, the deliveryman turned his attention to the camera on the tripod. Walking back to the device with a deliberate swagger, he took his time adjusting the zoom lens. His eyes never left our bound forms, his gaze lingering on the way the ropes and clothespins framed our breasts and the way the candlelight played over our sweat-slicked skin. The sound of the camera's whirring filled the room, each click and whirr sending a fresh wave of excitement through me.

"Now, while those outfits are absolutely adorable," the deliveryman began, his voice a low, sultry purr, "I think it's time to make this a bit more… intimate, don't you?" To my surprise, he unfolded a knife from his pocket, the blade catching the flickering candlelight. Jessica's eyes went wide, and she tugged at her restraints, her muffled protests filling the room. But I remained still, watching the blade with a mix of fear and fascination.

He stepped closer to Jessica, the knife glinting dangerously in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced through the fabric of her cheerleading skirt, the material parting to reveal the red, lacy thong she had apparently picked out while I was in my closet. She kicked out, her heels clacking against the floor, but the ropes held firm, keeping her in place. He moved up her body, the cold steel of the blade grazing her skin as he cut away the fabric of her top.

The material fell away, leaving her in nothing but the thong and her high heels. Her nipples were beautifully outlined against her pale skin, the clothespins standing out like tiny, twisted crowns. Despite the fear in her eyes, I could see the excitement in the way she arched her back, pushing her breasts out towards him.

He moved to me next, the blade slicing through the fabric of my shirt with ease. The coldness of the steel sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but gasp as he revealed my own lacy lingerie. My bra and panties remained, but the rest of my outfit lay in shreds at our feet. Our roles had shifted, and now we were no longer playing characters in a scene but rather two vulnerable women at the mercy of our desires and his whims.

"I could spend the next twenty or thirty minutes teasing and tormenting you girls in deliciously painful ways," the deliveryman mused, his eyes lingering on the fabric of Jessica's thong and my panties. "But I'm so hard right now, I think I'd rather get straight to the main event and torture you both later…after all, we've all weekend to play."

With a flick of his knife, the deliveryman approached Jessica first. His hand was steady, the blade glinting in the candlelight as he traced a line from the base of her spine to the top of her thong. Jessica's eyes grew wide, but she remained still, the anticipation of the cut making her entire body quiver. The knife sliced through the crotch-rope with a sharp snap, the sudden release of tension making her legs buckle slightly.

Just as swiftly he turned to me, his eyes glinting with excitement as he sliced through my own crotch-rope. The sudden release of pressure was almost as intense as the pain had been. The crotch-rope fell away, and the deliveryman stepped closer, his knife still at the ready. His eyes traced the line of my panties, and for a brief moment, I thought he might cut them away as well. But instead, he leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dare cut something so fine."

With a flick of his wrist, the deliveryman slid the knife back into his pocket. His hands were now free to roam over my body, and he didn't waste any time. He palmed my ass, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties, pulling them aside to expose my wetness. The cool air of the room brushed against my skin, making me shiver as I felt the heat of his body press against me.

But to my dismay, the deliveryman had other plans. He stepped away from me and behind Jessica, his gaze never leaving mine as he reached for the zipper on his fly. The sound of it descending seemed to fill the entire room, the anticipation palpable. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath catching as he freed himself from his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, and I couldn't help but swallow hard around the ball gag at the sight.

He moved closer to Jessica, his body pressing against hers, and for a moment I thought he was going to take her right there, in front of me, with no warning or preparation. But instead, he reached around her waist, his hand sliding down slowly to the side of her thong. With a wicked smile, he slid the fabric to the side, exposing her pussy to the cool air. Jessica's eyes shut tightly, her body shuddering as he positioned himself at her entrance.

With one swift movement, the deliveryman plunged into Jessica, her muffled scream echoing through the room. He filled her completely, his hips driving into her with a ferocity that made the hooks in the archway groan. I could see the tension in Jessica's body as she took him, her legs quivering and her toes curling in her high heels. The sight was almost too much to bear, and I felt a desperate need to be touched, to be filled just like she was.

The deliveryman's eyes never left mine as he fucked Jessica, his strokes growing faster and deeper with each passing moment. His hands were rough on her hips, holding her in place as he claimed her with every thrust. Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a garbled cry of pleasure around the gag, her body tensing and releasing with each impact.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo that seemed to match the thundering beat of my heart. The way Jessica's body writhed and arched against the ropes was mesmerizing, her expression was nearly feral in her desire. Her eyes searched mine, desperate for some sort of release from the overwhelming sensation that seemed to have taken over her entire being. And as I watched, I could feel my own arousal growing, my pussy clenching and unclenching with the need to be filled, to be used just as she was.

The deliveryman's movements grew more frantic, his hips bucking against Jessica's ass as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. I could see the muscles in his arms tighten as he gripped the ropes that held her aloft, using them to pull her closer with every thrust. Her legs began to shake, her feet stretching up on the tip toes of her high heels as the tension built within her. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came, her body going slack in his arms. The gag muffled her scream, but her eyes spoke volumes as she fell limp, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.

It was only when the deliveryman's movements stuttered that I realized Jessica had passed out. He pulled out of her with a grunt, leaving her hanging limply from the ropes, and turned his attention to me. The heady scent of sex and sweat filled the air, and I could feel the stickiness of my own desire between my legs. He stalked towards me, the slap of his boots on the wooden floor making me quiver in anticipation.

With a rough tug, he pulled my panties to the side, the cool air making me gasp. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of my wet, swollen pussy, glistening with need. His hand caressed my thigh, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through me, making me want him even more than I already did. "Ready for your turn, Professor?" he sneered, his voice thick with lust.

He positioned himself at my entrance, and without any warning, he pushed into me. I let out a muffled cry, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves through my body. He was just as thick and hard as I had remembered, filling me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. His strokes were deep and powerful, the leather cuffs around my legs and arms cutting into my skin with each thrust. The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a maelstrom of sensation that was almost too much to handle.

The deliveryman fucked me brutally, his hips slamming into me with the force of a hammer on an anvil. Each impact made my body jolt, sending waves of pleasure through my bound form. My breasts bounced with each hit, the clothespins on my nipples swaying with the movement, adding an extra layer of pain that only served to drive me higher. I could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building within me, my pussy clenching around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper.

Compared to last week's encounter, the deliveryman's thrusts were harsher, more demanding. It was as if he had unlocked a new level of aggression, a side of him that reveled in our complete and utter submission. The way he claimed me with such brutality was almost animalistic, and yet, I found myself craving it, my body responding in ways that surprised even me. Each time he pushed into me, it was like a bolt of lightning, setting my nerves alight with a mix of pleasure and pain that was intoxicating.

My heels bounced against the floor with each powerful thrust, the stilettos clacking against the hardwood like a drumbeat that matched the rhythm of our depraved dance. I felt like a ragdoll in his hands, completely at his mercy as he claimed me, the intensity of his movements leaving me gasping and trembling.

The orgasm built within me, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to envelop my entire body. My muscles tightened around the deliveryman's cock, my pussy clenching down on him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My vision swam, stars dancing before my eyes, and I felt the world tilt around me as I climbed higher and higher.

The deliveryman's grip on the ropes holding my arms grew tighter, his own orgasm close. The pressure inside me was unbearable, the combination of the crotch-rope and his thick cock pushing me to a place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And just as I felt myself reaching the peak, ready to shatter into a million pieces, the room grew dark around the edges.

I struggled to keep my eyes open, the pressure building in my chest making it difficult to breathe. Each stroke was like a blow, pushing me closer to the brink of unconsciousness, yet I fought against it, desperate to see him when he climaxed. The smell of him, musky and male, filled my nostrils, mingling with the scent of my own arousal.

And then it hit me. The deliveryman's hips stuttered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he came, filling me with his seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a warm flood that seemed to ignite every nerve ending within me. I felt my body clench around him, milking his orgasm as he pumped into me. A scream of pure pleasure tore from my throat, the sound muffled by the ball gag.

Our bodies remained connected for a moment, both of us lost in the aftermath of our climaxes. The candlelight flickered across the room, casting shadows on our sweat-drenched, bound forms. The deliveryman's chest heaved, his breathing ragged as he leaned heavily against me. The weight of him, the feel of his cock still inside me, sent aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

And then, with a groan, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me gasp. Warmth spread down my thighs as his cum began to leak around my panties, the sticky wetness a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. The deliveryman stepped back, his eyes on my face as he took in the sight of me, bound and used, his seed seeping from my body.

Breathing heavily through my nose, I hung from the hooks, my body limp and my mind reeling from the intensity of the orgasm. The floorboards beneath me seemed to vibrate with the echoes of our passionate cries, the room's silence now only filled by the sound of our ragged breaths. I don't know how long I stared at the floor, the world around me a haze of pleasure and pain, my eyes glazed over and my thoughts scattered.

It wasn't until the abrupt cessation of the camera's whirring that I realized the deliveryman had zipped up and walked away. The silence was as jarring as the sudden emptiness within me. I shakily raised my head, the clothespins on my nipples still pulling painfully as I moved, to see him standing next to the tripod, his eyes never leaving the screen of the camera. He was replaying the scene we had just performed, the obvious pleasure etched on his face as clear as the sweat that gleamed on his forehead.

"I think you're going to really love the way this one turned out," the deliveryman smirked, glancing up from the camera's screen to meet my glazed eyes. He held the device out for me to see, playing back the moments of our depraved bondage session. Jessica's limp body still hanging from the hook, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "It's so… raw," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But I hope you won't mind if I make a copy for myself later."

My stomach twisted remembering the feeling of violation when I found out that the deliveryman had uploaded our first encounter online. The video had been shared on dark corners of the internet, with countless eyes watching my humiliation and pleasure. I felt exposed and powerless, but at the same time, there was a thrill, a perverse satisfaction in knowing that others were getting off on my suffering. It was a heady mix of emotions that I hadn't quite come to terms with.

My thoughts and emotions warred for a bit, but my perverse side won out and eventually I nodded in trepidation. Hopefully I'd at least get a chance later to discuss with him the boundaries of what we could and couldn't do, like posting our encounters online without consent.

"Oh good, I mean I wasn't really asking but it's good to know you don't mind," he said with a chuckle, as he turned off the camera. The weight of his gaze and the memory of his brutal fucking still heavy on my body.

That got my mind racing. I mean based on his note and what happened so far, it was clear that this was his MO but hearing him say it outright was… alarming. Yet, at the same time, it was exactly what I'd been craving, what had been fueling my wildest fantasies in the quiet moments before sleep. The thought of being used, being nothing more than a plaything for his desires, sent a thrill through me that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Letting my head hang I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the deliveryman's boots crossing the floorboards again. He approached me with a sense of purpose, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. His hand was firm but surprisingly gentle as he reached up to remove the first clothespin from my right nipple. The pain was a sudden burst of white hot agony, the blood rushing back into the abused flesh making me cry out from around the gag.

He waited a beat, watching me squirm before moving to the left one, giving it a quick tug. The sensation was a mirror image of the first, my body arching in the leather as the pinch of pain shot through me. With both clothespins gone, my breasts felt heavy and sensitive, the slightest movement sending bolts of sensation through my chest.

Next, the deliveryman approached Jessica, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. He reached up to her left breast, pinching the clamp and watching for any reaction. But Jessica remained unresponsive, her chest rising and falling in a deep, even rhythm, her eyes closed in an untroubled slumber.

"Well, well, looks like our little cheerleader can't handle the heat," he said with a smug smile, reaching for the first clothespin. He applied the same gentle pressure to Jessica's left nipple, but she didn't flinch. He removed them one by one, each pinch of pain seemingly going unnoticed by the unconscious girl. The deliveryman's eyes flickered to me, a question in his gaze, as if to ask if I enjoyed watching the scene unfold.

"You know, I wasn't sure what I'd find when I got here tonight," the deliveryman said, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. "I figured you'd be pissed, maybe even called the cops." He chuckled to himself, his eyes glancing over to Jessica's unconscious form. "I figured I'd have to spend all weekend breaking you down, convincing you that this is what you really wanted."

He stepped closer to me, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "But instead, I walked in and found this." His gaze flicked over to Jessica's limp body before returning to me. "This… tells me that you're more into this than I thought. That maybe, just maybe, you've been craving this all along."

I was about to nod in acknowledgment that in fact that's what I'd been craving, I may not exactly have included Jessica as some way to show him I was okay with it like he thought, but I did want it. However before I could do anything, he stepped behind me, his hands deftly untying the ropes from around the chain that held my wrists together.

I felt the tension in my shoulders lessen, and my body slumped with relief as the deliveryman lowered me onto the floor, laying me on my belly. The coolness of the hardwood was a wonderful contrast to the heat of my skin, and the pressure on my arms and legs was alleviated as the ropes slithered off the hooks. My knees were shaky, and I could feel the sticky mess of cum and sweat coating my thighs as I took a moment to catch my breath.

I rested my cheek against the floor, my eyes closing of their own accord. The sound of him standing was almost inaudible, but I felt the shift in the air as his presence moved away from me. I took a shaky breath, my chest heaving with the effort of it. The silence grew heavier as a few moments later I listened to the sound of his footsteps crossing the room, his boots making creaks against the hardwood. When I opened my eyes again, expecting to find Jessica's still form lying next to me, I was met with emptiness. The deliveryman was gone, and so was Jessica.

My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to remain calm. Panic would get me nowhere, and I needed to think. I rolled onto my side, my muscles protesting with the movement, and pushed myself up into a sitting position. The ache in my arms and legs was a brief reminder of the evening's events, but I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Straining my ears, I heard the faint sound of shuffling in the kitchen. My heart began to pound, and I couldn't help wonder what the deliveryman was doing with Jessica in my kitchen. Soon the sound of returning footsteps grew, and the door creaked open, the light spilling into the darkened hallway. I watched as his shadowy figure approached, my eyes widening with a mix of confusion and anticipation.

With surprising ease, the deliveryman picked me up bridal style, cradling me in his muscular arms. The strength of his grip was reassuring, his warmth surrounding me like a blanket. The journey to the kitchen seemed to happen in slow motion, my eyes darting around the room to take in any changes. The flicker of the electric candlelights cast eerie shadows that danced on the walls, making the mundane space feel like a stage for a twisted fairy tale.

As we entered the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to the two large, heavy-duty cardboard boxes that had not been there when I returned home from work. One was closed, sitting innocently beside the back door, as if it had just been delivered and was waiting for me to discover its contents. The other, however, was open, its flaps splayed wide, revealing an empty space that begged to be filled with something… or someone.

That's when the realization Jessica wasn't in the room with us hit me like a sledgehammer and my eyes began flitting between the two boxes and the deliveryman’s face with a mix of fear and dread. I tried to mumble out a question through my gag but all that came out was a muffled sound. He chuckled, his grip on me tightening. "You're wondering where your little friend went? Well, she's resting in a similar place I plan to put you," he whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

With the threat of the unknown looming, I couldn't stop myself from squirming in the deliveryman's arms as we approached the open cardboard box. My eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and excitement as I took in the sight of the large blanket inside. The thought of being confined in such a small space, vulnerable and at his mercy, was almost too much to bear.

"Hey, I said we were going to spend the weekend together," the deliveryman chuckled darkly, his grip on me tightening. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he looked down at my bound form. "But I didn't say it would be here, did I?"

With that statement I was promptly deposited into the open box, my body fitting snugly as the deliveryman arranged my bound limbs. The cardboard was cold and unforgiving against my bare skin, and I felt a sense of claustrophobia wash over me as the flaps began to close. He paused for a moment, his eyes raking over my exposed form before he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Now, be a good girl for me and don't move, okay?" he said, his breath warm against my cheek. "Remember, the truck has cameras everywhere. My boss is a stickler for security, so any little twitch you make will be caught on camera. You wouldn't want to end up on the 5 o'clock news, would you?" His words sent a fresh jolt of panic through me, the reality of my situation crashing down like a tidal wave.

With those chilling words, the deliveryman closed the flaps of the box over me, plunging me into darkness. I felt a moment of panic as the air grew thick and the sounds of the room outside grew muffled. The only light was from a few quarter sized holes that pierced the cardboard, allowing tiny beams of kitchen light to filter through. My heart hammered in my chest, the fear and excitement making it difficult to breathe. I lay there, bound and gagged, my body sticky with sweat and cum, listening to the sound of tape being ripped from the roll.

The box jostled a bit as the deliveryman sealed me in, the sound of the tape sticking to the cardboard sending a shiver down my spine. Then a feeling of vertigo took over as the floor disappeared beneath my box, and I was lifted into the air. The kitchen lights grew distant, and I could feel the cooler air of the outside world as the box was moved.

Through the tiny peephole in the cardboard, I watched the world outside my confined space shift and change as the deliveryman carried me through the door. The kitchen lights grew dimmer, and the cooler night air of the alley flowed into the box, sending a shiver through my already over-sensitized body. The sound of his footsteps grew softer, replaced by the crunch of gravel beneath his boots.

Then I spotted it: his delivery truck, parked just outside the alley, the same one that had brought him to my doorstep last week, but now it had taken on a sinister purpose. Through the small hole in the cardboard, I could see the shadowy outline of the vehicle, the neon lights from the street lamp above reflecting off its metallic surface, casting an eerie glow over the scene. My heart raced as he approached the truck, the fear of what lay ahead mixing with the thrill of the unknown.

My box was braced against the side of the delivery truck with one hand while the deliveryman opened the back door with the other. I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as he slid the box inside, the metal floor hard and unforgiving against the bottom of the cardboard. The darkness of the truck's interior was absolute, and as I watched him head back towards the house through the small peephole, I realized we were completely at his mercy.

Somewhere around twenty agonizing minutes must have passed and each second felt like an eternity. My mind raced with thoughts of Jessica, of what he had done to her, and what he had planned for both of us. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body tense with the need for relief from the box that held me captive.

Then, finally, the deliveryman's shadow appeared outside the peephole, his silhouette growing larger as he approached. He was carrying the second box with Jessica's limp form inside no doubt, but that wasn't all. Two bulging duffel bags swung from his shoulders, and the sound of fabric, plastic and metal clanking together gave me little comfort.

With a plop, the deliveryman dropped the second box next to mine, and I felt the floor of the truck dip slightly under the weight. Jessica's muffled protests were faint, but distinct, which meant she had finally come to. He must have told Jessica something similar to what he told me because the box remained still as he set down the two duffel bags.

"Alright you two remember, not a peep," the deliveryman's voice echoed in the enclosed space of the truck as he slammed the doors shut. The finality of the sound sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I struggled to remain calm as I felt the truck shift and whir to life beneath me.

Where our destination lay ahead was a mystery to me, as the truck's engine rumbled to life and we began to move. But wherever we were going, it was clear that the deliveryman had no intention of letting us go anytime soon. I just hoped that my decision to trust him wouldn't be the last one I ever made.

End Part 2