SELF TIED AND DISCOVERED                By: Blond22bi@hotmail.com

WARNING. This story includes graphical descriptions of sexual
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When I was about eight, my two older brothers and me would play
cowboy and Indians and it was then I learned what it was like
to be tied up. My brothers would be the Indians and I'd be the
cowboy and they would tie me up and leave me in the basement for
a hour or longer while they went and did something else. At first
it scared me a lot but then I discovered a very special talent
I had. I could slowly get myself out of their best attempts to
tie me down. It did take me about an hour but they would be so
surprised to see me show up about an hour after they tied me up.
There was never anything sexual in this for my two brothers, but
I soon began to really look forward to them tying me up.

As I grew older the games kept going but they could never tie me
up so good that I couldn't escape. When I turned around 14, it
was then that suddenly the boys had their own girlfriends and I
was completely forgotten. They never knew how much I enjoyed 
being tied up and it was a very huge disappointment to me that 
they weren't interested in it any more. I made a few HINTS to
them later on that maybe they could tie me up like before and I'd
try to escape, but it never happened again. I was miserable until
I read a teen magazine that had unusual sexual things that teens
might do. I was surprised when I saw something called self-restraint
in the magazine. I quickly read the article and soon found out that
what I loved wasn't that so unusual after all.

I didn't really get very much info from the teen magazine but late
at night after my parents went to bed, I searched the internet and
soon found many sights that talked about my favorite game. I also
learned how to tie myself up and how it turned on many people that
did it. I didn't know that it was the TURN ON factor that had me
hooked. I actually did get sexually excited just thinking about
getting tied up and unable to escape. But I found out the real
way to do it was to be completely naked and have some sort of
time system worked out when I really couldn't escape until my time
was up. I worked on everything slowly, after all I was only around
15 now and I was still in the house with my parents. But using
different article from the internet, I found out how to make knots
and ropes that I could set yet still get out of. For a couple 
years I played these games. Then at 17 I got my first job and
soon found I could afford some of the things I read about on the
internet. I just couldn't have them mailed to my house. I used
a girlfriends house because her parents wouldn't open my packages
and they didn't know my parents so they couldn't really tell
them I was getting things in the mail at their house.

Slowly it grew into something much more then it should have ever
been. I was really into self bondage and I was getting better
at it with every passing week. It really wasn't until I graduated
high school and my parents helped me get my own dorm room that
things really took off for me. Once I got to college, all the
little things that held me back were gone. I didn't have to worry
about my parents finding anything and I had a lot more privacy.
I did have a roommate but she was cool and did her own things most
the time. My favorite times was when she went home to visit her
parents over the weekends. They only lived a couple hours away so
many weekends she would drive home to be with them. When she would
go, I would have two days and nights to live out my fantasies. I
was 19 years old now and never really had a boyfriend. I had dated
some and gone out with four or five different high school boys,
but nothing really interested me like my self bondage did. I found
out just struggling to get loose would many times make me cum so
hard I would just about pass out. I was way to shy to tell a
boyfriend or girlfriend about what I did, so it became a very
private thing that I enjoyed doing as often as I could.

I also kept up on the internet with the latest toys and crazes
of my hidden hobby. I couldn't believe some of the things people
would think up. The newest thing was something like an egg timer.
You would handcuff your hands to the bedpost or something like
that, and before you clicked the handcuffs shut, you would set
the timer from 3 minutes to 3 hours. Once the timer went off,
the metal bars would open and handcuffs would be realized. Then
you could pull your hands down and use the key to release your
hands from the handcuffs. But until the timer went off, your hands
were pinned above you or wherever else you had decided to place
them. The device wasn't that expensive so of course I had to buy
one as soon as I got the money together. When it came, I couldn't
wait for my roommate to leave to visit her parents. I didn't have
to wait that long. She was going home this weekend.

I read up on the device and was sure I knew how it worked. I
tested it a few time without any handcuffs hooked to it. I set
the timer for three minutes, shut the small metal bars together
then watched my watch as the minutes clicked by. It actually
made the same clicking noise an egg timer would make. Click, click,
click, click, click. One click for every second. After three
minutes the device sprang open just like it was suppose to. For
the next few days I played with it setting it for five minutes,
then ten, then twenty, etc. Each time it worked just as it
was suppose to. It worked just like a large egg timer would, just
twist the dial to the amount of minutes you wanted. I never
read the manual at all. It was such as easy device to use. And
I tried it over 10 times and each time it worked perfectly. Of
course the longest I set it was 40 minutes or so.

That week as soon as my roommate left, I undressed and started
securing myself to my bed. I loved the feeling of spreading my
legs out widely and attaching them to the foot post of my bed.
I used belts for this as they were cheap and I could hide them
right out in the open. There was no way to get out of the belts
until I released my hands. I used on pair of handcuffs that I
bought over the internet. I had a key that I laid on the night
stand next to my bed. On I could move my hands from over my head,
I could easily lean over and get the key off the nightstand. What
kept me totally tied down was the new timer device that held
the hands to a small metal chain that I would wrap around the
top middle of my headboard. It held my hands over my head and
up in the air towards the top of my headboard. It was easy to
setup and easy to hide. The only two funny looking things that I
didn't want anyone to see were the handcuffs and the new timer.

For my first trial, I set the timer for 20 minutes then snapped
it around my handcuffs and the small thick wire cable at the top
of my headboard. The second it snapped I could hear the ticking
of the timer working. I tried hard to struggle but I couldn't
move an inch. I allowed myself the luxury of this time being
able to see everything that happened. Many times I would use a
towel or pillow or something to cover my eyes so I couldn't see
anything going on around me. This usually really made me cum that
much faster. For twenty minutes I worried about the timer because
this was the first real LIVE trial of it. But after twenty minutes
I heard the loud click and with just a little twisting of my
hands, the handcuffs slid of the timer and I was free to grab the
key on my bed. I was so nervous this time that I didn't even cum.
Usually I came about every time I did this to myself. But I
was now satisfied that this timer worked just like it should. I
was so happy now to have found it and bought it. I knew later on
tonight I would make much better use of it.

To pass away time, I went out shopping and looked thru the mall
for things to buy. What I did find in a normal little store was
a pink sleeping blindfold. It was soft and very comfortable and
it was something I could put into my dresser draw and not worry
about people discovering it. I could easily tell them it was
for nights I just couldn't fall asleep. I bought it for about
$5.00 and couldn't wait till tonight to try it. I didn't find any
other things I wanted and soon was driving home. I was going to
wait till tonight to try things out, but as soon as I got home
the thought of the blindfold had me out of my clothes in seconds.
I was about to make three huge mistakes today. Mistakes that would
haunt me for a long time to come. The first mistake was not
reading the bulletin board on the first floor of our dorm. The
second stupid mistake was not reading the instruction manual on
new timer. And the final mistake was turning on the music in my
room a little too loud. All three of these would combine to really
screw me over.

I always made sure our door was locked before I started playing
my little game. I didn't want anyone to walk in as I was all
tied up nude. I triple checked the door and it was locked. I then
turned on the stereo and turned it to my favorite channel. They were
playing a soft love song so I adjusted the volume so I could hear
it rather easily but it wasn't real loud. Then I undressed, picked
up the timer and decided to really enjoy this one. I decided to
set the timer for 69 minutes. I don't know why I picked that
amount of time, but I did. I twisted the knob to the 69 on the
dial and the two prongs immediately opened. I had noticed that
once you went over 60 minutes, the numbers sort of changed. Instead
of both numbers being green, the six was green and the nine was
red. I didn't really pay it a lot of attention. I just assumed 
they wanted you to know it was over an hour long now. Once I had
the timer set to 69 minutes, I tied my legs widely apart with
my belts then slipped the handcuffs over both my wrists. I sat the
key on the night stand next to the bed then slowly pulled the
blindfold over my eyes. I now used just my touch to put my hands
up over my head and close the two metal prongs around the thick
cable that would hold me in place for an hour. Once the two metal
prongs touched, two things happened. First, I couldn't move my
hands down any longer, and second the timer started ticking. 

Everything happened perfectly like it should. And for thirty minutes
I squirmed on the bed and finally had a fantastic orgasm as my
mind and body came hard without anyone touching my body. My
squirming around was probably what rubbed my clit and the thoughts
running thru my mind did the rest. I didn't know how much time
had went by but I just laid there waiting for my time to be up.
Suddenly the radio station said the time and I was amazed to hear
it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I was sure I hooked everything up
at about 1:05. If it really was 2:30, I should have been released
about 20 minutes ago. I wasn't worried yet because I wasn't sure
what time exactly I started the timer. Then my radio station
switched the type music it was playing. Suddenly it was heavy
metal music time and the volume seemed to be turned up twice
as high. It was loud and I knew it. That wasn't something I wanted
to happen. I didn't want to draw attention to myself in any way but
the music was extremely loud now.

I tried to move around but I really was locked into my bed and
had no chance of breaking free. I listened to the radio and every
ten minutes the new time would be announced. It went from 2:30
to 3:00 then 3:30. It was then panic sunk in. The timer just kept
clicking away and I now knew I had been on my bed way more then
69 minutes. If I had read the small manual that came with the
timer I would have seen that the red numbers were HOURS, not minutes.
I had set the timer for 9 hours. I didn't know that but I did know
the timer was not stopping. I really panicked but I knew I couldn't
scream out. I couldn't let anyone find me like this. I started
to pray and tears rolled down my face. Suddenly it was 4:30 and
in reality I had been tied in this position for three and a half
hours. Everything was going thru my mind. I wanted to start
screaming but my mind was still telling me I had plenty of time.
I just had to wait for the timer to run out and it would release
me. As long as it was ticking, it was working and not broken. I
just didn't know how long it would take.

The notice on the board downstairs was large and in plain view
so every student could read it. At 5:00pm Saturday night, there
would be numerous crews of cable repairmen that would replace
the computer and TV cables with newer faster cables. It would
only take about five minutes per room but all students were asked
to be ready for their arrival. For those that would not be at
home, the repairman had entry keys. They would knock twice then
use their keys if nobody answered. Most the girls in the dorm
would just go out for a few hours while the repairmen did their
work. But a few stayed in their rooms. Most were gone because it
was a weekend and they didn't want to be in their rooms any longer
then they had to. That was the exact reason I always stayed here
over the weekends. Barely anyone was around and I could enjoy my
special hobby without too much risk of being caught.

I was laying there and praying that the timer would soon release
me. I fought a little but knew it was of little help. I could
barely move my body. At 5:15 there was two light knocks at my door.
With the loud heavy metal music playing, I didn't even hear it.
The person outside heard the music and knocked a third time. Again
he didn't hear any response. He slipped his master key into my
lock and slowly turned the door knob. When he opened it enough
to look inside, he couldn't move a muscle. I didn't know he was
there but he was looking right up from the bottom of my bed
between my legs. For a minute he didn't know what to do, but just
like my devious little mind put me into this situation, his mind
was also racing like never before. He slowly and quietly pushed
the door shut and locked it back like it was. He couldn't believe
what he had in front of him. A completely nude and tied up
college BITCH and he knew I still didn't know he was in the
room. He just remembered something he had he wanted so he 
quietly walked to the door and opened it and left. 

It took him five minutes to run to his truck, grab the device and
come back upstairs to my room. Again he used his master key and
came in so very quietly. Of course with the loud music, he didn't
have to be all that quiet. Once in the room he slowly walked over
to the stereo and slid the volume control up a notch or two. I
couldn't believe it when I thought the music was even getting
louder. I hated this type of music and now it seemed like it
was blaring into my ears. The extra volume was just what the
cable guy needed to walk around with any hint of me finding out.
He just had to be quiet between songs, but with these college
type stations, songs played just about constantly. The guy
aimed then shot. The small device in his hands was a digital
camera the company gave him to take pictures of any problems
that he might find when doing his job. Each cable man had a camera
in his truck. And there was over 30 different cable repairmen
all working to get all the dorm rooms done within three hours.

I couldn't hear or see a thing. But for ten minutes the guy
stood right above me, at my feat, by the door, near the window.
He snapped pictures of me from every angle. I still didn't know
he was there. After he took over 100 pictures of me, he slowly
gave me one last look then left my room. He didn't close my door
entirely and he didn't fix the cables in my room. But he did have
a camera full of pictures of me with only a small pink blindfold
covering my face. Anyone that knew me would know it was me under
the blindfold. I was still at the verge of crying and I was praying
to hear the click of the timer stopping and the prongs opening up.
But while I was there worrying about my predicament, the cable guy
was going around telling all of his buddies one at a time what
was in room 2004. None believed him but he told them to keep
quiet and look into the room themselves. One at a time each one
did. All of them took their turns standing in my room and staring
at my naked body. None of them ever let me know they were there.

At 7:00 pm, they all got into their trucks and left. All 30 of
them. They saw each other leave and drive away. I still had my
blindfold and my situation had not changed. I had been locked
spread eagle on my bed for six hours. My attitude was changing
every few minutes. Mad, scared, angry, crying, Mad, angry, scared.
It just kept changing. I didn't know of all the guys who had spied
on me earlier or of all the pictures in the guys camera. The
guy with the camera went straight home and downloaded all the
pictures to his computer. None of his friends even knew he took
the pictures. And none of them were smart enough to run to their
trucks and grab their cameras. But one of the cable men had other
things on his mind. He dropped off his cable truck then jumped
into his own car and drove to a store just off the campus. He
then made his way to the dorm without being detected and quickly
came back up to my room. The door was still cracked and the
music was still playing loudly. I was about cried out and was
again back to praying and promising to be good the rest of my
life if only the timer would go off. It was around 8:30 now and
I didn't know I still had another hour and a half to go. My
nine hours would be up at 10:05pm exactly.

Very quietly my door was shut and locked. I didn't hear it because
of the music but the guy now in my room knew he made it the
entire way without being seen. He pulled some things out of his
pocket and sat them on the counter. He used the scissors on my
desk to cut the tape then he slowly inched over towards me. He
was standing directly over me at the side of my bed and I had
no way of knowing he was there. He gathered up his nerve then
struck like a fast striking snake. He grabbed my head and I was
suddenly in shock. I opened my mouth to scream and the second I
did a large object was stuffed into it. It was a black pair of
socks rolled up into a ball. A little part of a scream sort of
came out but not much. Within seconds he had used the tape to 
keep the socks in my mouth. He kept ripping off tape and I
tried to scream but only muffled noises came out of my mouth.
I tried hard to move but it hurt every time I moved too much. My
feet was tied apart too far and they were very tight. My arms
were pulled up high over my head and there wasn’t a thing I could
do.

My attacker never said a word. He stayed totally silent and I
couldn't see because of the mask. He did tear off another piece
of tape and put it over my small pink mask to make sure it 
wouldn't move away from my eyes. I tried to beg, plead, and scream.
Nothing came out of my mouth but tiny little grunts. With the
music playing, I could barely hear them myself. I started to cry
very loud but again I knew nobody could hear me. Then I felt the
first touch of hands on me. He was rubbing his hands over my
breasts and slowly working down to my wide open pussy. It just
made me cry even that much more. I just couldn't believe I was
in this situation. What started off as fun was now a nightmare
that I was actually living thru. I don't know if it was his
moisture or mine, but I felt my pussy getting very wet at the
touch of his hands. Then I felt nothing. Every little thought
went thru my mind. I squirmed and yelled but nothing was going
to help me in this position.

My attacker got completely naked and then I felt his hands back on
my breasts again. But then the bed sank down as he straddled over
my body. I fought with all my strength but my body barely moved
a couple inches. I was tied way too good. I felt his mouth of
my bare nipples and they grew at the soft warm touch of his
mouths. I screamed and tried not to think of how his lips felt
of my breasts. But my body couldn't hide the sensations. It felt
really good. Both my breasts tightened up and my nipples grew
as hard as nails. I just couldn't believe my body was reacting to
an unknown attacker the way it was. Then suddenly I felt it. 
Something hard and hot sitting right on top of my pussy. I prayed
it wasn't what I thought it was. I had never been fucked by a guy
before. I really was a virgin still at the age of 19. I was so
fixated by my self bondage that I never needed anything else. I
even screamed at the top of my lungs that I was a virgin but of
course only a loud muffle groan came thru the socks buried deep
inside my mouth.

My attacked kissed my breasts for about three minutes then I
felt his hands moving down the side of my body. I suddenly started
to cry like a baby. I could feel his hands grab his hot dick and
guide it to my very wet and slippery pussy. In a slow push his dick
parted my pussy lips and for the very first time I felt something
long and hot slide up inside my body. I could barely move and the
guy had complete control to do anything he wanted. He was playing
it nice and easy and wasn't in any type of hurry. He knew I
wasn't going anywhere and he slowly moved his dick deeper inside
my very tight and wet pussy. He had never felt a pussy this tight.
Then suddenly he couldn’t push it in me any more. He didn't know
what was wrong because only about two inches or less was up inside
me. He pulled back and tried again. Each time his dick hit my
hymen I jumped under his body. He could barely feel my movements
but I could easily feel every movement his body made.

He tried about four time to slowly push his dick in deeper. Each
time it would stop after just an inch or two. Finally he pulled
out and guided his dick back to the entrance of my pussy. This 
time he gave up the gentle routine. Once he knew he was at my
entrance, he gathered up his strength and pushed his body hard
into mine. It was more then my hymen could take. His dick tore
into my body, sliced thru my hymen and he buried his dick balls
deep inside my pussy. I just about fainted from the pain. It
really felt good for my attacker and he didn't even realize he
had just taken my virginity. He never thought a girl as old as I
was and tied in the way I was could be a virgin. He would find out
after he was done, but for now he just thought I was the tightest
girl he had ever fucked.

Once the pain went away, my tears drenched my face as the guy
fucked into me as deep as he could go. I suddenly realized what
the outcome was going to be. He was going to fill me with his
sperm. I really panicked and moved as much as I could. I had to
get his dick out of me. I wasn't on the pill and he could easily
get me pregnant. My first fuck had to be by a rapist and of course
without being protected, it would be pure luck if I got pregnant
or not. I had no control over any of this. It was driving me
crazy and I couldn't move to fight him. I felt him speed up and
I knew what this meant. I tried to gather all my strength to
move at just the right time. Hopefully it would push him out of
me just before he came. When I sensed he was there, I moved as
much as I could pushing my cunt muscles in the hopes of pushing
him out. It had just the opposite effect. The only movement he
felt in me was just about when he was about to explode. Then he
felt me moving with him and my pussy muscles expanding all around
his dick. He exploded deep inside my pussy like never before.
I knew it when it happened. My pussy felt warmer and very much
wetter. It was his sperm as he pumped it deep inside of me. I
was so defeated now I just relaxed and let him pump me full of 
his sperm.

For three or four minutes he slowly milked his cock deep inside
me letting all his cum drain out of his body. Then he pulled out
and when he saw all the gooey liquid draining out of my pussy, he
then knew I was virgin before he fucked me. He just couldn't 
believe he actually just fucked a virgin. It was like a dream
come true for him. He got off the bed and sat on my couch. I
again cried but not even he could tell. Not unless he looked close
at my face for the tears running down my cheeks. He sat there
for ten minutes not making a sound. I didn't know if he was still
there or not. But when I felt his hand touch my feet, my entire
body jumped. I knew then he was still in the room. I couldn't
believe it but he was undoing the belts around my ankle. Was he
going to untie me? First my right foot, then my left. My legs
were suddenly free but at the same time I felt his body again
climb up into my bed between my legs.

Suddenly I had enough free I could fight. I started to really
put up a struggle and I kicked his sides a couple times. Finally
he got mad and suddenly a stinging slap hit the side of my face,
then another, and another. I quit moving and fighting and my
face was stinging like I had just been bitten by a bee. I felt
two hands grab my ankles and I started the fight up again. This
was a very wrong move but one I had to make. He dropped my ankles
and slapped me hard three more times. These slaps really grabbed
my attention. The guy never said a word, I just stopped fighting
and the slaps stopped when I stopped. Again he had my ankles and
suddenly they were pressed up high in the air and before I figured
it out, his dick speared back up inside my pussy. I started to
move but he only needed one hand to hold both my legs up high
over my head. He gave me one good slap and I didn't try again to
stop him. I couldn't over power him and all he would do is hurt
me if I resisted. Instead, I did just the opposite. I relaxed my
body and just let him do as he please.

He felt me give up and soon had my legs hooked behind his neck.
He started fucking me hard and I didn't move. Only something
happened that I tried ever so hard to fight. With my legs bent
back like they were, every time he pushed deep inside me, my own
pussy lips would rub up and down on my tiny little clit. It slowly
started to grow and once it was fully out of it's hood, the
sensation of the dick pulling in and out of me started to make
me dizzy. I knew this feeling well. I was on my way to a huge
orgasm. The harder I tried to hold it back, the bigger it grew.
Here I was being raped but my body was starting to enjoy it and
even responding to his every push. I really fought hard to keep
my body under control. But his constant pressure on my clit and
the first feeling of a dick driving deep inside my body was way
too much stimulation for my young body. Suddenly the hot slippery
liquids of my own body started to coat my pussy and the guys
long thin dick. It felt like my pussy was on fire as he continued
to use long slow strokes on my pussy.

I fought and fought but I grew very close to the point of my
release. Suddenly it came out of nowhere. I wanted to hold it back
but when it came, it overpowered every thought in my body. Suddenly
my ass started to move up and down and I was matching every little
thrust the guy gave to me. I was now fucking him just as hard as
he was fucking me. My stomach tied itself in knots as my orgasm
shot thru my body and I fucked the guy back with all my might.
I had never had a real fucking orgasm and it filled me up
completely. The guy knew I was Cumming because my thrusts back
at him became completely erratic. Just the thought of me Cumming
to him raping me pushed him over the edge and he dumped the second
load of hot white sperm deep down inside my body. I was completely
unprotected but this time I didn't even care. I had just been
fucked and I loved it this time. I wrapped my feet harder
around his body and kept him locked into my spasming pussy until
I was finally done with my orgasm.

I unlocked my legs and the guy slowly pulled his dick out of my
very sensitive pussy. I was on pins and needles as every little
movement seemed to brush my pussy lips against my clit. I lost
the touch of my attacker and he was busy getting dressed. I didn't
know what he was doing but after he got dressed, he looked one
last time at me and left. He didn't even tie my legs back up. I
could now move some but still both my hands were above my head.
I wasn't even sure if he was still in the room. All his sperm
was slowly draining out of my pussy and down my ass cheeks onto
my bed. I didn't know the time until the radio station said it was
10:00pm. I thought back and remembered it was about 1:00 in the
afternoon when I locked myself into my bed. It was about 9 hours
later. I still had the tape and socks in my mouth. Even crying
now didn't help. I was more scared of again being found out by
someone at the college. I didn't know who had raped me. Was it
a college boy, a professor, who? Then I heard the last tick and
a loud CLICK. It was 10:05pm. Could it be? Oh how I hoped and
prayed it was what I thought it was.

I wriggled my arms and hands about and in about 20 seconds the
handcuffs slid off the open fingers of the timer. I was free.
My whole body shook as I ripped the tape off my mouth and pulled
the large ball of socks out of my lips. I took in a large draw
of fresh air then pulled the tape off my blindfold and removed
it. The lights of the room were hard on my eyes for about a minute.
I then saw the key on the nightstand and with very trembly hands
I unlocked the handcuffs. I was now totally free but when I
looked between my legs, my mind just couldn't handle it. There on
my pussy and on the sheets were the proof of my virginity and the
proof that I had just been raped. I couldn't move for a couple
minutes. I cried then ran into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
I stayed in the shower until the water was so cold I couldn't
take it. I then used water to clean myself out the best I could.
I wanted to call everyone, the police, my mom, anyone that I
could tell, but I was smart enough to think about it first.

I would have to explain how I tied myself up naked to my bed. How
I bought all this stuff and it went all wrong. The more of what
I knew I would have to say in front of my parents, friends, and
probably a court of law, the more I knew I couldn't tell a soul.
I cried the rest of the night as I knew the guy was going to get
away with raping me. I just couldn't let people know about my
little devious game that I liked to play. Sunday was the longest
day of my life. I kept the door locked and never came out of my
room. I was so scared the rapist would come back. I was very happy
when late Sunday night my roommate got back and I had her as
company again. I stayed as close to her as I could without
arousing suspicion. The next day I was back in class as normal.
I always thought about that day for the next couple weeks but 
things did slowly return to normal.

Then one day at class I had four or five different guys I didn't
know come up and start up conversations with me. It was sort of
nice but I didn't know why all of a sudden the interest was there.
I acted very nicely with them and one I even gave my cell phone
number too. He was very cute and a well known football player
on campus. I didn't know why he wanted to go out with me but I
told him to call me later on tonight. It had taken about two 
weeks but the nude pictures of me were now internet hits. The
guy who took them sent them to some friends and one of them knew
everything about posting to the internet. He uploaded them and
they soon were everywhere. Once the guys put two and two together
and found out it was me, they all wanted to date me. They could
easily identify the dorm room as one on their campus. They just
had to search thru the girls till they found me. My little 
blindfold didn't hide enough of my face to keep me from being
discovered. I was never told but just about everyone knew they
were pictures of me. My nude pictures soon spread to all the
college guys computers. I was a small celebrity and didn't even
know it. And my hopes of hiding my hobby was now gone forever.

Another couple weeks went by when I knew for sure something was
wrong. Way too many guys were at my door and even worse, I had
not had my period. I went back to my calendar and looked, it had
been six weeks. I knew it wasn't a good sign. I had never missed
a period before. I ran right out, bought a kit, and fell on the
bathroom floor when my worse fears came true. I was pregnant. Fucked
only one night, and by someone I didn't know, but I got pregnant.
I knew what I should do but I was too scared. I should have told
someone and got things fixed, but I was so scared I just locked
myself in my room most nights and let time slip by. One month,
two, four months. Suddenly I couldn't hide anymore. My tummy
was getting big and most my clothes didn't fit. I was getting
stares from everyone at school and then my roommate finally asked
me if I was pregnant. I didn't know what to tell her. I said no
and ran out of the room. I never came back.

I drove home to my parents and I had to tell them the truth. Of
course I couldn't tell it exactly like it was. I just said I had
a boyfriend, he left and I'm pregnant. My family was devastated
but decided after a couple weeks to stand by me. Time slowly
moved on and my tummy got bigger and rounder. Finally the nine
months were up and I was on a operating table at the hospital. It
was the worse pain I ever went thru. I was in labor for 10 hours.
Finally my son was born. It felt so good to get the baby out of
my body. But when they wrapped him up and handed him to me I
immediately passed out. My young cute son was black. He didn't
really look like me at all. He had kinky black hair and his skin
was dark brown. It was more then I could take. It hit my parents
as hard as it did me. They never questioned me about my boyfriend
after I told them I wouldn't talk about it, but they would have
never guessed my boyfriend was black. They really didn't know
what to do about it.

They ending up helping me under one condition, I went back and
finished college so I could support my son. It took me quite
a while to warm up to my son. It shouldn't have but it did. The
next semester I was back at college. My son stayed with my parents
and I was there to graduate as quickly as I could. But within a
few weeks the boys were back at my door. I wasn't interested at
all, but one boy told me he had something I had to see. I
agreed to meet him at the library. That night I was again in
total shock as he handed me a small photo album. He gave me a note
with his phone number and told me to call him in an hour. He
left before I could say a word or had the chance to open the
photo album. I sat down at a table, opened the book and started
shaking as I thumbed thru the fifteen pages of photos. The boy
had downloaded all 100 or so pictures taken of me. He gathered
them up over the last year until he could find no new ones. I
never even knew they were taken. It brought back all the memories
of that day and suddenly I realized the boy could be the father
of my child. But then I remembered that he was white. How did he
get the pictures? Who else knew about them? I rushed home crying
and called the boy up immediately.

I cried as I talked to him. I begged him to tell me how he got
the pictures. He was surprised I didn't know my pictures were all
over the internet. He kept that a secret and suddenly I realized
what was happening. He was going to use the pictures to blackmail
me. I really thought he was the only one who had them. I finally
asked the question all girls in my position ask, what do you want
from me? How stupid could a girl be. I was about to enter a whole
new world I didn't know existed. That of a sex slave, but then
again, that’s for another story. My one new toy had already changed
my life once, now it was about to change it forever!


  
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