Chapter 1: A Freak

Chapter 1: A Freak

I, Vicky Stanton, am a freak.

This is the way I began this story in book one. I said it openly then and I’ll repeat it here. I am different. Abnormal. Perverted, even.

The dictionary lists one of the definitions of “freak” as: “Someone who is so ardently devoted to something that it resembles an addiction.”

And that covers my kinky desires pretty well. I am addicted – ardently so – to bondage. More specifically, I am addicted to the incredible helpless feeling that comes when I’m all tied up, can’t hardly move, and know deep in my heart that this is no way I can free myself. That, friends, is an intense and wonderful feeling. I feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t understand how incredible that feeling can be.

I have devoted my life to experiencing the most intense helpless feelings possible. Mine is a never-ending quest to indulge my deepest, most kinky desires, to revel in them, to live them to the fullest.

And this is the story of that search.

And I dedicate this story to those who understand and share my love of the erotic and esoteric aspects of being helpless.

I can’t say for certain when my addiction began. It seems I have always been fascinated with the idea of being tied up with ropes. Scenes of women being tied and held captive excited me something fierce. I would go to sleep in my bed, thinking about what it would feel like to be one of those lucky women who was kidnapped, held for ransom or tortured by sadistic mad scientists.

For a period, covering the time of my becoming a woman in the biological sense, right up to my becoming the legal age, “the age of consent” as they call it, I hid my urges and fantasies away from everyone. Well, I did try to explain it to my Mother once, but she went ballistic and told me I was sick and perverted. Fortunately, she was drunk at the time, and forgot about it the next day.

So it was that keep my secrets inside for fear of what people would think. It was a horrible period, when I was tormented by the usual adolescent sexual awakening and hormonal needs but really unable to satisfy them, plus my fantasy desires. I dated some, but the crude advances of the boys did nothing for me. Well, that’s not entirely true. My dear Mom had drilled into my head that good girls did not do “That” and those who did were sluts and doomed. I guess I believed it, because I vowed to be a life-long virgin. It was easier than facing the consequences of unplanned pregnancy and going to Hell for it.

Until, that is, my eighteenth birthday. This first chapter is getting longer than I intended, but if I don’t explain, you will not really understand what transpired. And I should state beforehand that books one and two are just the beginning of a long, long story of adventure and sex and incredible stupid but exciting situations

In summary, I had just graduated from high school and currently living with my mother, Dad having chosen to flee this world rather than face obligations. In other words, he drank himself to death. Not that such a fate deterred Mom a bit, as she follows a path that will someday lead her to the same fate.

Anyway, in our rather upscale neighborhood, there lived a married couple next-door, Tom and Denise Spencer. They were both around thirty years old and college grads. She held a position as a director in some company or other. He was a writer and stayed at home. Which is why I was presented with a wonderful opportunity.

I was aware that he was cheating on his wife. Every week a young lady would come to his house and stay there for a couple hours, then leave. It didn’t take a genius to tell that they were doing something more than having tea while his wife was at her office or out of town on business.

Being a very devious, nosy and extremely sneaky young woman, I spied on them one day. There was a fence between our yards but that was easy to climb over. I peeked into a bedroom window and, sure as hell, they were doing it. At that point I was a virgin and really didn’t know what “it” was, except for sex ed class, which was mostly telling to use protection but protection doing what wasn’t exactly clear; at least, not to me. So it was a great revelation to see what “it” really was!

It was sort of what I had imagined. But, the really exciting part was that he tied her down to the bed before sticking that thing inside her. I thought maybe she was an unwilling participant, being tied down and all, but she was telling him to “pound me harder,” and such things. And she kissed him before leaving.

That certainly gave me a lot of food for thought. Being a virgin, I was caught in the classic dilemma of a young woman with reasonably high hormonal needs. I wanted it but didn’t want it at the same time. I sure didn’t want to ruin my life, no matter how wonderful that activity looked. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder what she must have been feeling as she lay there, tied down and helpless.

I fantasized about being in her place. I imaged what the ropes on my wrists and ankles would feel like, and how wonderfully helpless it would make me. It helped a lot that he had tied her really tightly, not the sloppy rope work you see in the movies and on TV. This was real! I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Remember I said I was sneaky? Sneaky enough to make plans. First, I knew that Tom might not want to have sex with me because I was a lot younger than he was, even though his mistress looked just about my age. And I didn’t want sex, not in the intercourse meaning. I began to wonder how I could make Tom tie me up but not fornicate me. I think that’s a verb. Might not be. Anyway, you know what I mean.

I wanted to be tied up so very badly. Needed. Desired. Craved.

My master plan went into effect. Yes, you guessed it! I kind of blackmailed Tom. It was so easy. I simply video recorded their game with my cell phone, and then showed it to him, along with the not-so-veiled threat of showing it to his wife. At first, he assumed I wanted money. But when he learned what it was I wanted, he cheered up quite a bit.

The next day, I dressed in a pair of hot pants I had purchased and hidden away from Mother’s view, added a tee shirt with no bra – that left little to the imagination, and went to see Tom. He liked what he saw. Then he introduced me to a game he called “Escape Artist.” The rules were simple. I was tied up and given a fixed time limit in which I had to escape totally from the ropes. If I failed, I would be punished.

The punishment, when I failed utterly, turned out to be that he took me over his knee, while still tied up, and spanked my bottom. It hurt, but was about the most erotic thing that ever happened to me.

I found out that his wife never let him tie her up, and his mistress, Darlene, would only let him tie her spread-eagle to the bed. Being an aficionado of rope bondage, he was quite happy to introduce me to all kinds of wonderful activities. We had a lot of fun.

Well, that was the beginning. If you want to read the details of that wonderful day, you’ll have to read book one. It has that plus a lot of other of our adventures. What you will read here is a continuation of those. For a while I thought about calling this part “Vicky’s Adventures in Kinky Land,” but the publisher didn’t like that. Something about wanting the people to know that this book was a continuation of the first.

Hope you enjoy reading about these adventures as much as I had doing them.