It's the month of November and the chill in the air finally showing signs of early winter. A misty veil of haze engulfs the deserted streets. The night time coupled with the flickering of street lamps creates an uncanny ambiance of mystery and anxiety. The chirping of the crickets inside the bushes are interrupted as a dark silhouette appears inside the park at the center of a small town. The figure slowly makes its way to the entrance of the park. It seems hesitant to come under the light post at the entrance as it partially reveals the features of the mysterious figure. After a while, the figure steps under the light and it is revealed to be that of a woman. Yet her features seem hard to be defined. She quickly makes her way across the street and enters a narrow alleyway. In those few moments, it is evident that she is stark naked! She seems to be shivering in the cold, her breathing irregular and her feet wobbly as she presses herself up against a wall to support herself.
This mysterious woman is a 19-year-old student named Dalia. She is a brunette with an athletic build, cute breasts, washboard abs and well-sculpted long legs. She is a normal teenager like girls her age with gossips, school and "fun". Yet in all things, she also has a secret which makes her different from the others. Dalia has a staggering libido of self-bondage. She enjoys tying herself up with rope whenever she is alone and it has become somewhat of a sexual addiction, essential for her sexual release. Lately, she felt tying herself up isn't stimulating enough and she needed more. As a result, she began venturing out of her home. In the middle of the night, completely naked with her wrists cuffed behind herself, she began roaming around her neighborhood. She sneaked past houses and streets while staying out of people's sight being naked and bound. The very thought of getting caught naked and vulnerable acted as a strong aphrodisiac for her libido. In many instances, she had orgasmed violently with a grin on her face while trying to stay hidden from her neighbors.
Dalia took a deep breath and slowly resumed her walk back home. The crotch rope seemed to be tied a bit tighter tonight as she trudged her way to the end of the alleyway. Her arms were cuffed behind her back as usual and her body was tied up in Shibari-style rope bondage. The ropes dug into her soft white skin. She has vibro eggs taped onto her nipples of her perky breasts. She also taped vibro eggs across the crotch rope right where it rubbed up against her clitoris. The vibrating eggs on her nipples were timed to come alive every 10 minutes and would continue to vibrate at the highest setting for 20 seconds sending a powerful stimulation to her sensitive nipples. it was similarly programmed to deliver vibration at the highest setting for 10 seconds in every 10 minutes. Dalia's clitoris and nipples were already sore from the timely assaults since she began her walk. Maybe it was too reckless for Dalia to choose to walk through the middle of the town like this.
Flickering lights and the light haze painted a scary vibe upon the deserted streets. The buildings surrounding the area were suburban in nature. The nightly veil of darkness made them look uncanny, as if Dalia was the only person alive out there and walking through seemingly abandoned ruins of a once lively town. Dalia knew she wasn't alone. All these houses have inhabitants, people that know her. People that she meets almost every day when she is going to school or returning home. People who would be very shocked if they found her in her present condition. If they came to know how devilishly disgraceful she is, they would be baffled to see what she truly is underneath her sweet charming self from the outside. Dalia knew it was too late to turn around and had to reach home to end her predicament where lamenting on her decision would only waste more time as she is still a long way from home.
Dalia had made her way past a few houses when the vibrators hit their full potential once again. The distinct buzzing felt alarmingly loud to Dalia as she struggled to stay on her feet and stumbled with each step. She felt her nipples were on fire from being constantly tortured by the vibrators, adding to the fact that the chill in the air had already made her nipples painfully hard from erection. She waited for the vibrations to subside as clear fluid leaked from her moist pussy. Dalia's clit was at full attention from the constant rubbing from the crotch rope and the assault of the vibro eggs. The entire area over which the crotch rope had gone was burning, especially areas where her pussy lips as well as her rectum were exposed to incessant rubbing. She felt very close to orgasming from this. Finally, the vibrations simmered down and she panted heavily for air. Her heart was pounding hard and even in the cool weather, Dalia was sweating. The ropes digging on her body made it difficult for her to breathe. Her high heels were making it even harder for her to balance herself and walk properly.
What if she failed to reach her home? The question raced Dalia's mind as she struggled to control herself from orgasming. Her fear of getting caught in the act made her shiver. She thought it was only a matter of time before she was discovered by someone taking a stroll or standing at a balcony among the numerous households around her. She heard a noise behind her and her heart jumped from being startled. She looked back to find a stray cat hopping down on a garbage can. The cat meowed softly at her and resumed rummaging through the garbage. Dalia sighed in relief and thanked the cat for not making loud noises and waking up the neighbors. Perhaps she should rest up a bit? What time is it? Perhaps she still has some time till daybreak. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken her a little more than half an hour to reach home. She had to wait a long time inside the park crouched behind the bushes to avoid being seen in her naked and tied up situation. It wasn't until well past midnight when she decided to begin her perilous journey back home. Her relatively higher heels and her bondage with the vibrating eggs made her walk very slowly, hence it took quite a long time to reach where she was now. A chill ran down Dalia's spine when she looked up towards the eastern sky. "Is it dawn already?", she gasped! Did she really waste the entire night time trudging all the way and nowhere near her home yet? "No.. No.", baffled as she was, she thought that she must be hallucinating. Dalia shook her head, tears ran down her cheeks as she sighed in relief. The night was still dark, but she needed to move quicker, as quickly as her crotch rope allowed her.
After a few agonizing jolts of the periodic vibrations from the eggs Dalia had finally reached near the main street. The street leading to her home was right across the street and it was now only a matter of time before she could finally reach home. To her astonishment, she could see a few vehicles going past at high speeds on the main street, the lights from the cars briefly illuminating the side alleys as they flashed by. Dalia's mind was in disarray. The bright street lights and the headlights from oncoming vehicles can't be avoided at all, and it was inevitable that she would be discovered. Dalia felt cold sweat running down her back, she began contemplating all her efforts so far. Everything she did ended in futility. She waited as the vibrators tormented her again and her pussy gushed out more fluid. Dalia bit her lip and stood against a wall, shivering, sweating, drooling, moaning and gasping. Although vulnerable, exhausted and in shambles, she couldn't afford to wait any longer as it would soon be dawn and the townspeople would wake up. Dalia imagined herself being found out in her disgraceful state and being publicly humiliated, ridiculed and condemned to derision and disbelief. Her life will be ruined, even her friends and family will disown her for being such a depraved person. She wouldn't be able to hide or run from people because of her bondage and shall suffer humiliation from hell. She could see those eyes, eyes of anger, eyes of disgust and eyes of lust. People of every age piling on her misery with their perverse gaze and lewd comments bareting her. Dalia would be trampled over by everyone as she would be regarded as the likes of a cheap street whore who attracts perverted mongrels and filthy scums.
Dalia had slumped on the street and thinking of all the worst possibilities gave her a tempestuous orgasm. It washed over her entire body as she trembled like a sapling during a hurricane. She was out of breath, her face dripping with sweat and there was a puddle on the road, between her legs. Dalia was brought back to reality when the eggs came alive once more and violated her exhausted body. She clenched her teeth and fought hard to stand herself up. Slowly and step by step, she made her way towards the main street.
Dalia avoided standing directly below the glaringly bright street light. She strengthened her mind, trying to encourage herself to fight on, even if it was to only delay the inevitable. Her fate of being disgraced, being exposed as a shameless exhibitionist. An awful fate of being seen completely naked and tied so indecently by hundreds of people. She muttered to herself that even if she has to grovel on the dirty ground in front of everyone, prostrating herself while begging for mercy and forgiveness, she has to avoid imagining such humiliating conclusions at that moment. That is precisely why she has to keep moving forward. She can't give up yet! She must fight on and keep on pushing harder towards her goal. No matter how battered her body feels, no matter what fateful, obscene, degrading and fiendish torture awaits her, she will fight till the very end.
Dalia had to make up her mind and hurry because no matter which route she chose, she would be in a world of trouble if she runs out of time. Her eyes lit up in determination. As the vibrators hummed loud again, she forced herself to ignore it and step forward. She was determined to hide no more, she was done with cowering behind shadows of darkness and avoiding brightly lit streets. No matter how scary or dangerous it seemed, she was going to walk in a straight line and cross the main street. Dalia had already prepared herself for this resolution by the time she decided to execute this hopeless sentence. There was no turning back. She was ready to accept even the worst possible outcome.
She stepped on the main street thinking to herself there is no way anyone would be awake at this late hour. There was no way for anyone to catch her off guard. She won't be seen and can walk without fear. She was going to be safe. She was safe until now and she knew she would succeed. A vehicle sped past her as a gust of wind blew against her back. It almost made Dalia scream but managed to keep herself quiet. She looked back to realise she had crossed the road already and was now standing at the head of the street leading straight to her home. She had made it! Her resolve was strong enough to overcome her fear of being discovered and publicly humiliated. She had a smile on her face as she almost galloped towards her front door, as if she received a fresh shot of adrenalin. There was no one in front of her house and it was dead silent all around. Dalia squatted down to take the keys from under her doormat and after unlocking the door, she entered inside. Once inside, she took a deep breath. She was successful. A smirk appeared on her lips. Amidst all the hurdles, she had finally managed to safely return home. She was over exhausted, slowly she dragged herself to her room and after resting for a while took off the ropes and vibrating eggs. Her breasts were sore, so was her pussy as she went and took a long hot shower. She fell asleep as soon as she came out of the shower and hit the bed.
Dalia woke up a bit late the next day. It was almost midday as she freshened up and made breakfast. Her body was still a little sore and her wrists had light bruises from the cuff. Dalia thought of buying a pair of padded leather cuffs to replace the steel ones she had. She was heading back to her room when something caught the corner of her eye. There was an envelope sitting near the main door. She went near to pick it up. Someone must have dropped it through the mail slot on the door. She wasn't expecting any mail today. Dalia opened the envelope while walking back to her room and there was a card inside it. It read -
"IT WAS QUITE ENTHRALLING TO OBSERVE SUCH A GORGEOUS WOMAN COMMITTING SUCH DEPRAVED ACT SO LATE AT NIGHT. I HOPE IT WAS UNEQUIVOCALLY DELIGHTFUL FOR YOU AS WELL. I SPECIALIZE IN CATERING SUCH DELECTABLE TASTES PROFESSIONALLY. I WOULD BE EUPHORIC TO MAKE ACQUAINTANCE WITH YOU. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ANYTIME."
There was a number below the note. Dalia's heart was racing as she sat on her bed. She was visibly distraught. Even after all the hard work, she failed to avoid the unavoidable. She sat there holding the card, it was hard to read what was going on in her mind. Slowly she reached out for her phone and dialed the number. A ringing was briefly heard at the other end before someone picked up the call.
"Hello…" Dalia spoke softly.
The End.