Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The next morning we’re both wrapped up in my absurdly long hair, but Connor seems to enjoy it. After we have a much more conventional roll in the hay, he picks out an outfit for me while I make a pot of coffee. He hands me the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit I’ve ever seen: a white mesh top and black fishnet thigh highs, with a pleated plaid skirt only long enough to make anyone wonder if I’m wearing panties until I move. I get dressed, and he snaps a picture.
“Add another to the blackmail folder, unless...”
I curl up against him on the couch. “Please, no, not that...” Just thinking about last night is getting me wet. “If those pictures get out, everyone will think I’m a kinky little slut!” I pull his cock out of his pants. He’s already hard.
“You mean you aren’t?”
“Well, I’m not a slut.” I start stroking him, and he puts an arm around me. I feel his two middle fingers slide inside me as his other hand massages my breast, slowly teasing my nipple with his thumb. When he’s about to pop I just drop my head down to finish him off with my lips, swallowing his load as if I’ve done it a hundred times before. When I’m about to have my own climax he holds my coffee until I can stop shaking. We spend the whole morning drinking coffee, watching TV, and manually getting each other off. It’s remarkably sensual, yet incredibly relaxing at the same time.
The rest of the day is almost entirely spent either having sex or him keeping me too horny to think about anything else, under the guise of “being blackmailed”. Connor goes in my room to get a toy to use with me, and there’s such a variety in there I’m genuinely excited to find out what he gets. He comes back with what looks like three buttplugs stuck together, with a ring attached to the base.
“Ready for some real fun?”
“I have to be, don’t I.” I pout, but I give him a wink. He grins.
“Get on your knees and elbows.” I do so as he lubes up the plug, and I moan as he pushes the first section into my butt. He uses my hair to tie my arms and legs so I have to walk on all fours, then ties each section of hair to the ring. “Now try to move.”
As soon as I do, I can feel it moving, trying to get even deeper into me. I almost fall over. “Ohhh! If I move, I- mmmm...”
“But if you don’t come over here and suck me off in the next ten minutes, I’ll post your latest pics to porn sites and social media alike.” He sits on the other end of the room and takes his dick out. “Quite the dilemma you’re in, isn’t it?”
I take a step and feel my nipples brush against the carpet. It’s hard to get anywhere like this; every movement is an explosion of sensation and if I go slow enough to keep my composure it’ll take an hour. I try to move too far at once and pull the second flare deep within me, pushing the first twice as deep. “I’m so full...”
“Six minutes to go, better get a move on...”
I’m able to move slightly easier with the added slack, but the barest motion teases my ass and breasts so much I can hardly control myself. About halfway across the living room the combination of inside and outside stimulation forces me into the biggest orgasm of my life; I fall over, wailing as I work the plug with my hair to finish myself off. I start to think about what would happen if he did post the pictures he’s taken all over everywhere; sure, anyone who searched my name would see me tied up and begging for it, but if I’m never applying for anything then it can’t really hurt me, right? And being exposed like that, knowing that anyone I meet might have already seen me naked, would be so hot.
“Not much time left, Hailey. Unless maybe you want to start a career in porn?”
I try to get back up, but every time I do the last and biggest part of the plug stretches me out and the carpet is like a million little brushes all over my body. I finally get myself back upright, and pull the rest of the plug inside me in the process; the only thing on the outside is the ring base with my hair tied to it. I scream in delight as the plug fills me deeper and fuller than anything ever has and I fall over again, the texture of the carpet on my oversensitive body sending waves of pleasure through me over and over. I’m done for, and that thought alone keeps me climaxing longer than anything else in this little ordeal.
Connor snaps several pictures of me with my hair binding my arms & legs and anchored to the buttplug, with different angles so there’s no doubt what kind of position I’m in. He rubs my neck as I come down.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“I guess I am just a slave to my libido. And yours.” I giggle. “With all the cum you’ve dumped in me today there’s no way I’m not pregnant.”
“Hmmm, true. I should make sure you’re not tempted to be anything else.”
I struggle ineffectually. “No, that’s not what I meant... please don’t post all these pics with my real name, birthday, and measurements so there’s no question it’s anyone but me! And definitely don’t fuck me while I’m all tied up like this when you’re done doing that, either...”
He kisses me, then tightens my bindings. “No, I think I’ll do those in reverse order.” He gets a ball gag and puts it in my mouth, then takes another round of pics. Then after an almost painful amount of teasing, he enters me. I can’t move an inch, but I can feel my nipples once again being softly brushed by the carpet as my tits sway back and forth from his movements. All I can do is moan, pant, and orgasm repeatedly until he decides he’s done using me. He finishes deep inside me, then makes me watch as he logs into the sites I use and creating usernames for me on several more sites, posting my pictures, my personal information, and a note saying how much I want to have all of this spread around the internet because being seen at my most vulnerable gets me off.
Once he’s done, he just walks away; making me sit there in the middle of the room, all alone as his cum slowly leaks out of me. After being so intimate with him all day, being trapped here with only my thoughts is almost painful. He comes back and unties me after about 30 seconds, and I cling to him as soon as I’m free.
“Oh my god! Don’t you ever do that again!”
He smiles. “Do what?”
“Leave me...” I can’t believe it but I’m tearing up.
“Awww, you’re so needy.”
“I am! I’m needy, and clingy, and...” I bury my face in his chest as he walks us back to the couch, “and I’m totally doing this whole ‘girl’ thing wrong.”
“How do you figure?”
“I’m supposed to be sweet and innocent outside, naughty in bed. But I’ve been acting trashy outside and then getting excited just to cuddle with you when we’re alone!”
He chuckles. “Well, you know what they say about one man’s trash.”
“Am I your trash? Are you... planning on throwing me away?” I pout.
“Of course not. I treasure you more than anything.”
I feel him slide his hand down my back, threading a finger through my buttplug’s ring as we sit down. I slip off my top, but it gets stuck in my hair. I feel him push his manhood inside me, making me forget everything except how much I love him. He sucks on my nipples, the slight soreness from all the rubbing on the carpet melting away in his mouth. He controls my every movement through the plug and his tongue; I get him to cum inside me twice and then cuddle up on his lap. When we go to bed, he helps take the plug out of me; it feels almost as good coming out as it did going in, and before I can recover I feel him filling the void it’s left with his cock. He pins me down and kneads my breasts, methodically thrusting until he fills me with one last load. I am so spent that I’m out cold before he finishes pulling out.
While he gets up and goes to work, I go online and check what kind of “damage” has been done to my good name. I search myself and sure enough, the first page of results is all various websites hosting photos of me tied to the bed with my hair, bound up with the buttplug, and even a couple from after I fell asleep last night. Comments sections are filled with speculation about if it’s really my info, along with the usual lurid remarks on my body and requests for more pics with more debased acts. I get a ton of calls and texts over the next week from friends, asking if I’m aware of these photos and wondering how they got posted. When they ask why I did it, I tell them the same thing: I wanted to stop hiding who I really am from the world. A few were supportive, most were accepting (or willing to let it go), and the rest were people I didn’t want in my life anyways.
Connor gets home from work and I make sure to give him a nice bounce and jiggle when I greet him, which I can tell he appreciates by the tent he’s pitching. He kicks off his shoes and gives me a hug & kiss. “Did you forget to get dressed today, or was that a style choice?”
“I little of both. I searched my name and got distracted by all the lovely things people had to say about me, and my interests.”
“I was thinking about that today, actually. You have an internet reputation, but...” he grabs my butt and squeezes. I can already feel myself getting hot as he whispers. “I think you should have a local reputation too.”
“What kind of local reputation?”
“I got you a new outfit and took tomorrow off. We’re gonna spend the day having fun downtown.”
The next morning Connor gives me a bag; inside is a tight pink spaghetti strap top, a very thin white micro-mini skirt, a pair of hoop earrings, a ball gag with rubber straps, and a matching set of pink leather cuffs with a single clasp on each. “I get to choose what underwear to wear for this since there’s none in here, right?”
He takes my breasts in his hands and starts slowly massaging them. “Of course not; the choice is already in there. But you can pick which heels go best with it.”
I get myself all done up, picking my 5” light pink stilettos to match my top and cuffs. Connor is waiting for me with something in his hands, and I bet I know what.
“And now for my personal touch." He kisses me. “Bend over.”
I’m spreading myself for him before I even consciously think about it. First he shows me a metal buttplug with a very sparkly pink fake gemstone base, which feels almost too comfortable; it’s quickly followed by the remote-controlled vibrator being pushed deep between my folds. He runs his hands through my hair, a relaxing activity for both of us. “Every time I turn it up, I want to you be proportionally more of a desperate sex kitten for me.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard. You might be, though!” I giggle.
He slaps my ass, and I moan a little. We drive into the city proper for a day of fun.
As soon as he parks, he turns the vibe on low and I curl around his arm. I let him steer me while I stare up at him so it’s painfully obvious I’m infatuated with him. We take a break on a park bench, and he turns up the ‘volume’ as the morning joggers start to come by. I start trying to climb on him, and he vaguely pushes me to sit back down.
“Come on honey, just a quickie behind that tree! Nobody’ll watch us for too long...”
He chuckles. “Good lord, Hailey. You just can’t control yourself at all, can you?”
“Why would I want to control myself, when you’re so much better at it?” I start pawing at his crotch and I can feel he’s rock hard.
He kisses me, taking a wrist in each hand; while I’m enjoying his affection, he locks my arms behind my back. “There. Maybe that’ll teach you a little restraint.” I try not to laugh but I am unsuccessful.
We go for some early lunch, getting seated in a corner booth. Once again he gives the vibe more power right as I’m ordering but this time I don’t even hide it and moan all the way through ordering. He freed my hands before we went in, so I even touch my clit right there in the booth. The server fortunately doesn’t seem to mind me giving him a show. Connor pretends to be upset. “Hailey! Right here, in front of everyone? Have you no shame?”
“Nuh uh! I’m- ohh yeah, ooooh! I’m totally shameless.” He hasn’t turned it down so I keep fingering myself and panting.
He looks to the server. “I’m so sorry about my girlfriend, she’s...”
“I’ll comp your lunch if I can take some pics.”
The server makes sure no one is around, then takes out his phone. I lift and squeeze my boobs to make them look as big & perky as I can for the first couple pics, then I lean back on the booth and put one leg up so he can get some good shots that show I’m not wearing any panties. I dip my fingers inside myself and let a strap slip off my shoulder as I fondle myself for the camera. “Feel free to share with your friends!” I smile. The server takes our order and my pictures to the cooks in back.
Connor rubs my thigh. “That went better than expected.”
Connor stops me for a moment just outside the restaurant to re-lock my cuffs, sliding them up to my elbows to pin my arms back even more and forcing me to push my tits out. He fluffs my hair out over my arms so it looks like I’m just walking like this as an affectation. Just as we’re getting to a freshly red crosswalk, he ramps me up again. I start rubbing my breasts on him and nuzzling my head into his chest. “Awww, but why won’t you fuck me in an alley? You said you’d take me anywhere I wanted!”
He chuckles. “That’s not what I meant by ‘take you’.”
“It’s what I meant! And it’s private enough for me down there...”
He puts his arm around me and I get a surreptitious groping. “Aren’t you concerned at all about your dignity?”
“I don’t want dignity, I want your cock in me! Just let me have it in my mou-” He stuffs the ball gag in my mouth and gives it a quick tightening under my hair. “I ca’t sug oo oph ike iss...”
“I think we need to teach you some manners.” I stop trying to talk but I double up on rubbing against him.
We get back to the parking garage, and he looks around. “You’ve been a naughty little girl all day, Hailey. I’m gonna have to punish you.” He bends me over against the back of the car and takes out the vibrator. He wraps my hair around his arm twice, then slaps my ass and gives me what I’ve been so desperately begging for. I can’t say actual words while gagged, but it doesn’t matter; whimpers and moaning are all the communication I need right now. He pulls out my buttplug right before he finishes and I yowl as he empties himself in my ass with his last thrust. My knees buckle as we climax together, and he holds me for a bit as we both regain our composure. He sticks the toys back in, unlocks my arms, then drives us home.
I’m still in a post-orgasm haze by the time we get back, but Connor helps me keep my balance. I finally remember to take the gag out of my mouth and giggle as I drool on myself a little. “I can’t believe I did, well, all of that!”
“You were amazing, darling.”
“Thanks, but...” I am suddenly really considering everything I just did today. “Everyone’s really gonna think I’m totally debauched, now.”
He holds me as close as my bust will allow and lightly pulls my hair, then plants an incredibly passionate kiss on my lips as I’m bent backward. “Imagine what they’ll think of me when they find out I’m marrying this wanton strumpet. I bet it’ll be scandalous.”
“Oooh, when you say it like that it sounds fancy. Do I still get to wear a pretty white gown?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Of course!!” I hug him as hard as I can. “This is all your fault, remember.”
He laughs. “I have to figure out some way to make it up to you.”
The announcement goes about as well as I could hope for, with a lot of polite congratulation and unsubtle side-eyeing. Connor tells me everything people say when they’re not within earshot, and it all basically comes down to thinking I’m a classless cock-obsessed nympho. I’ve stopped even considering shopping for anything that doesn’t show off my body in great detail, and my outfits always include a ball gag as a necklace, a pair of cuffs, a buttplug, and of course my remote controlled vibrator. Sometimes he’ll give me a buzz while at work, just to make me think of him; sometimes that means I have to excuse myself to the bathroom and make a lot of noise, if I’m out around town. I love the judgmental glares of other women, and he enjoys the envious stares of other men almost as much. They don’t seem to understand that my degrading reputation is a turn-on for both of us, which is great for our sex life. I post more of myself to those sites from time to time, just as a bit of fun.
Connor and I have a small but lovely wedding and reception in our backyard. The ceremony involves me on my knees, offering all that I am to him and promising to submit to his desires entirely. Some of our more direct friends ask us why we got married so soon (or at all), but we say the same thing: it’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives, and we’re happy together. When we gleefully announce our first child, some of the naysayers start to come around (or at least stop talking), but it might be a while before I start buying “appropriate” clothing. I couldn’t have wished for a better life.