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Subject: {ASSM} What Some People Will Do - Chapter 66 (bond exhib)
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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2008 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October
2008)

Part 24

Chapter 66

Brenda's day of stripping in the elevator of a high rise office building 
had gotten her rather flustered; the most humiliating part had been 
chasing some guy down a hall to collect her bra which he'd nabbed.  
Nevertheless, she found the experience thoroughly arousing and spent much 
of the return trip discretely rubbing her labia and clitoris when the 
attention of the film crew was not on her.

Arriving back at the studio where she would collect her street clothes 
and purse before returning home, Brenda was ushered into the boss' office 
by the secretary.

"Brenda!  I'm so glad you're back.  How did the filming go?"  The station 
owner routinely asked her about her day and her feelings on what she was 
doing.  Other than that they rarely spoke, especially after he'd reduced 
her pay a few weeks earlier for not going far enough in her show.  Not 
giving her time to answer the question today, he continued, "We've got 
some exciting things coming up for you.  I don't know if Thomas has 
mentioned, but we've hired an outside firm to design your website and 
it's just about ready to go live.  We just need to film some custom 
content for paying members."

"I didn't know I had a website," Brenda remarked.  "I don't know how to 
make one; or what do  I need to do to keep it up to date?"

"Don't worry, that's all being taken care of.  You just have to appear in 
some special videos and photo sessions and maybe write a few personal 
comments now and then.  The site itself is contracted out to 
professionals.  Anyway, the site's almost ready to go live and they need 
some original content to attract members.  I'm sending Kimberly and Roger 
home with you this afternoon to get some shots."

"This afternoon?!  But I--"

"The site release is on a deadline, Brenda," her boss said as he laid 
both his palms on the desk.  "If we launch with no original content, we 
won't get any members... you won't get any members.  No members, no 
revenue."

Brenda immediately countered, "But what will I be doing?"

Her boss relaxed his posture a bit, folding his hands over his lap -- 
Brenda guessed it was to hide a growing erection as he said, "As always 
it will be your choice what to do, but a lot of the fan mail the station 
has received for you is asking to see you in bondage."  Seeing Brenda's 
jaw drop open, he added, "Light bondage.  Nothing heavy or extreme.  No 
sadomasochist, erm, stuff... unless you're into that, I don't know.  But 
to start out it will be light bondage.  Just sexy stuff, like being tied 
naked to a chair or going about in lingerie with your hands cuffed behind 
your back."  He opened a drawer on his desk and withdrew a small 
cardboard box.  "That reminds me, these are the props you'll be using."

Brenda's brow furrowed and the corners of her mouth turned down.  
"Props?"  She gingerly took the offered box and slipped off the lid.  
Inside she saw a jumble of items, some of which she could not make out, 
but among them were a length of nylon rope, fur-lined metal handcuffs, a 
ball gag and what looked like some sort of large plastic ring attached to 
an elastic strap.  She wasn't sure she wanted to know what that was used 
for.

But a thought came to her in that moment of silence.  Her husband Jim had 
recently bought them a sexual aids kit filled with naughty items such as 
flavored body oils, bath gels and feather ticklers.  Their sex had been 
somewhat more romantic of late as they spent more time caressing, 
massaging and generally rubbing all over each others' bodies before 
licking each other clean.  Some of the oils were even specially made to 
cause warm pleasurable sensations when you breathe on them up close or 
cool sensations when blown on gently from a distance.  During long 
sessions of relentlessly teasing each other with this technique, Brenda 
found it impossible to not rub her pussy to orgasm or pull Jim close and 
make him fuck her right away.  A little light bondage play, having her 
hands bound for instance, would keep her from doing either and extend her 
torment, making the eventual pleasure all that much intense.

Slapping the lid back on the box, Brenda stood and smiled.  "My fans 
await!"

*   *   *

Brenda arrived home a few minutes before the camera crew got there, as 
they'd been detained by the boss and given their new assignment while 
Brenda was rushing to change clothes and get home as quickly as possible.  
She changed clothes again on arriving home, throwing her street clothes 
to the four winds and slipping into her naughtiest bra and panty set.  
They were dark brown, sheer and left little to the imagination.  The bra 
was strapless and completely see through save for black oval cups about 
three inches wide and two high which gave a light lift to the breasts and 
just barely covered her areolae.  The panties were equally transparent 
with just a double diamond shaped opaque black piece of satin hiding her 
womanhood and ass crack.

She looked herself up and down in her full length mirror in the corner of 
the bedroom and decided she needed a bit more, so she rummaged through 
her lingerie drawer and found her black garter belt and mid-thigh high 
stockings.  She sat on the edge of the bed and was just rolling the last 
bit up her thigh when the doorbell rang.  Standing, she fastened the 
straps from the belt to the tops of the stockings and gave herself 
another look over, turning and checking her ass in the mirror from over 
her shoulder.

"Need heels," she said aloud to herself.

The doorbell rang again.

"Just a minute!" she shouted down the hall and the stairs.

Finding her highest heels -- since after all she didn't foresee doing a 
lot of walking, just posing, Brenda sat again on the edge of her large 
canopy bed and strapped her feet and ankles into the things.  It was a 
pair of shiny black five inch stiletto heels Jim had bought her some time 
ago, but which she rarely wore because she found them just a little too 
difficult to walk in.  She was literally on her tiptoes.

Once again she heard the doorbell ring and stood quickly, frustration 
overtaking her.  She did her best to shuffle along the carpet out the 
door and down the hall to the stairs.  At the top of the stairs, she had 
a sudden feeling of vertigo; going down in these heels was going to be 
dangerous.

Holding onto the handrail with a firm grip, Brenda took the stairs one at 
a time; first her right foot, then her left foot landing on the same step 
followed by a deep breath to calm her nerves as she felt herself wobble 
on the spike heels.  She felt a great sense of relief when at last she 
stood on the ground floor.

Gliding on the tips of her toes, Brenda made it to the front door and 
peered through the peephole.  Sure enough, Roger and Kimberly were 
waiting there with cameras and lights in hand.  She let them in, 
apologizing for the delay.  "Looking good, sweety," Kimberly said with a 
grin.  "I assume Arnold has told you what we're doing today?"  Brenda 
just nodded as she shut and locked the front door.  She then offered them 
a drink and they sat discussing ideas for the website videos for about 
half an hour.

The first few videos were quick and easy to shoot.  Later ones would be 
more complicated and involve some risk of being caught.

"Now there's no sense of continuity to these," Kimberly stated as Roger 
carefully tied Brenda's arms with white nylon rope to the back of a 
dining room chair in which she was seated.  "They're just little 
vignettes, as teasers, to get people to join."

When Brenda's arms were secured behind her, Kimberly took the ball gag -- 
a soft, squishy red ball about two inches in diameter attached to a 
length of elasticized plastic with a buckle at one end to fasten securely 
around the wearer's head -- and gently pushed it in between Brenda's 
upper and lower teeth.  She stepped around behind to fasten it securely 
and leave Brenda in a most vulnerable state where only her legs were free 
and she had no way to cry out or complain about anything they did.

Roger meanwhile had gotten his camcorder and was moving about filming 
Brenda from all angles.  Kimberly playfully flipped down one of Brenda's 
bra cups, leaving her left breast to hang out for all to see while her 
right remained tucked into its semi-supportive cup.  Brenda made a 
muffled sound of indignation when she did this, but Kimberly dismissed 
it.  Roger continued filming for a good five minutes with Brenda in this 
state, getting some close up shots of her exposed breast and the line of 
saliva running down her chin as a result of not being able to fully close 
her lips to swallow.

"Okay, now we'll try a couple other things," Roger said.  "Kim, tie her 
feet to the legs of the chair and I'll walk in with the camera as if I'm 
her husband coming home and finding her all tied up."

Roger went to the front room and watched with renewed excitement and his 
partner knelt and securely tied Brenda's ankles.  Waiting for her to get 
out of the shot, he then got into position to film a first person view of 
coming in through the front room to find a victim of a tie up prank 
waiting in the dining room.  But rather than play the sympathetic part of 
a concerned husband wondering why his wife was half  naked and tied up, 
he reprimanded her for playing too naughty with the neighborhood boys.

For her part, Brenda played the pleading -- though incoherently through 
the soft ball held behind her teeth -- role of a woman wanting to be let 
free but being scolded by her husband.

Roger took the liberty, playing the role of her husband after all, of 
reaching out and tweaking her exposed nipple.  "Did the boys do this to 
you?" he asked.  "Or did they do this?" he continued as he cupped her 
full breast in his left hand.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," Kimberly said at last, shooing him away.  
"We have lots more videos to shoot."

They stopped filming and let Brenda up for air, as it were.  She rubbed 
her arms to get the circulation going and worked her jaw in all 
directions to ward off the soreness which had come over her in the final 
minutes of filming.  But her relaxation was short lived as both members 
of the film crew began work to bend her over the dining room table, tying 
her wrists and her ankles to each of the table legs.  This time they 
inserted the ring gag behind her teeth, ending Brenda's speculation about 
what it was used for, leaving her mouth wide open but unable to make any 
sound beyond a loud moan.  Kimberly put on the final touch by sliding 
Brenda's sheet panties down below her buttocks.  Lights were repositioned 
for maximum effect and Roger again went and played the "coming home" bit 
to find his "wife" spread over the table with her ass upturned and her 
pussy exposed.  He made two passes in silence around the table to get her 
from all angles before adding some dialog.

"So this is what I come home to after a hard days work at the office," he 
scolded.  "Inviting anyone who might come in to have a piece of your 
ass."  With that he slapped Brenda on the left butt cheek, causing her to 
jump and squeal.  He knelt and pulled her thighs farther apart with one 
hand, while working his camcorder with the other, and took a good long 
look at her splayed pussy.  "Oh look at this," he said, reaching in with 
his index finger, "looks like someone's been a naughty girl.  You're all 
wet and horny."  He pushed his finger into her slit to the first knuckle, 
twisted it around and withdrew to show her shiny juices on his fingertip.

He stood and walked around to place the camera at eye level with Brenda's 
head on the table.  She looked pleadingly up at him.

"And you're all wet here, too," he chuckled, noting the small pool of 
saliva she was unable to stop running out of her mouth.  "You are a dirty 
girl."

Brenda was let up and given twenty minutes to clean up and relax.  
Kimberly helped her up the stairs in her high, wobbly heels while Roger 
began to move the lighting equipment from the kitchen and dining room up 
to the bedroom for the next phase of shooting.

When the time came, Brenda stripped herself of all clothing, positioned 
herself lying in the center of the bed and allowed Roger and Kimberly to 
tie her wrists to the top two bedposts and her ankles to the bottom two.  
She was left slightly suspended over the sheets, with only the soft nylon 
rope holding her up, and was drawn taut as could be.  With all the lights 
in place, Roger once again began filming from all sides of the bed, from 
down low and from up high; taking in every glorious square centimeter of 
Brenda's firm, fit and totally naked twenty-nine year old body.

He continued filming while Kimberly, staying off camera save for her 
hands, took another item from the boss' box of props -- a soft, 
shoestring form of a cat o' nine tails whip, and lightly flicked all nine 
strings over Brenda's bare belly, her breasts, her pussy and her thighs.  
She swung mostly with a back-handed downward motion, just lightly so as 
to create little spots of sensual contact without causing any pain.  
Brenda nevertheless began to react to the delicate sensation by writing 
in her bonds.  She had not been gagged for this one, so she began to 
plead to be whipped and abused.  Kimberly wasn't sure if it was good 
improv acting or legitimate arousal, but she kept up her torment for 
another six or seven minutes while Roger continued to move the camera for 
multiple angles.

At last the day's shooting was done and Brenda was released from her 
bondage.  She hurried the crew out of the house and, as it was nearly 
time from Jim to get home from work, hurried upstairs to make herself 
ready for him.  She donned a solid black sleep mask and snapped on the 
pair of fur-lined handcuffs.  Moments later she heard the familiar sound 
of the front door opening and closing, followed by footsteps coming up 
the stairs.

"Bren?  You home?" her husband called.  She remained silent, a big grin 
of anticipation crossed her lips.  "Oh my.  Oh my my my," Jim said as he 
stood in the bedroom doorway.  "A little coming home present?  What's the 
occasion?"

Brenda purred, "Ooh, come over here, lover.  I've been so horny waiting 
for you."  She suddenly realized that, with the sleep mask on, she had no 
idea whether Jim was alone or if he'd done something foolish like invite 
his boss over for dinner.  What was she talking about?  He'd never had 
his boss over for dinner.  Who did that in this day?  She'd watched too 
many sitcoms from the 1960s.

Brenda was right about one thing -- the light bondage greatly enhanced 
her arousal during sex that evening, so much so that after coming twice 
she still need to get off.  She and Jim made love four times that night, 
employing the naughty weekender kit's feather tickler with the sweet, 
aromatic honey dust, the blindfold and handcuffs.

But Brenda's ordeals were far from over.

*   *   *

Around 11 o'clock that night, the station called her up with a demand 
they'd always said they might make but, to Brenda's relief, had never 
done so.

"Brenda, it's Thomas.  You remember when you first started working for 
us, we said you'd need to be ready to go at any time of the day or night?  
We need you to meet us at the city park in twenty minutes."

Brenda was used to staying up until midnight or so, but was pretty tired 
from all the sex she'd gotten that night.  Jim was sound asleep in the 
bed next to her.

"Oh, can it wait until the morning?" she yawned.  "I'm about to go to 
bed."

"No, we really think this needs to be done at night.  It's a little bit 
risky, you know.  You'll get a hundred dollar bonus for this one, since 
it is right out of the blue."

Brenda relented, and Thomas told her to wear comfortable shoes and just 
something light.  She had an idea she was going to be getting naked... 
but then that was her job, wasn't it?

Brenda wore just a pair of jogging shoes and a long night shirt and met 
Thomas, Raj and Ivan at the park.  A light mist hung in the air, 
accentuated by all the street lights surrounding the park which was on a 
small block all by itself.  This was the same park where she'd originally 
turned cartwheels with her tits hanging out.

"This will be pretty simple," Thomas said as Brenda sat in the sanctuary 
of the TV van.  "We're going to cuff your hands behind your back and we 
want you to just walk or jog, whatever you feel like -- you can even skip 
or hop if you want -- all the way around the park.  We'll be at the three 
far corners, each of us with a camera, so we'll have you in view at all 
times.  Just stay away from anyone who happens to walk through the park, 
though it seems pretty quiet at this hour."

It was true that it was late at night on a school night, so there were 
certainly no kids around, and the city park wasn't a really happening 
place for teens and tweens to hand out when there were bars and clubs 
elsewhere to go to.  However as I said, the park was bounded on all sides 
by sidewalk and streets, and it was pretty well lighted, so it was 
entirely possible that someone might pass through the park going home 
late from work or staggering home from a bar.

"Just make your way around the outside of the park.  You can go on the 
sidewalk or not, it's your choice, but stay where we can see you; it's 
for your own safety."

"A naked woman alone in a big park at night?  Believe me, I understand 
the danger," Brenda snapped.

"Good.  And if anyone does happen by and tries to engage you in 
conversation, just walk on toward one of us.  Don't make eye contact, no 
stop to chat, just make your way to the nearest one of us."

"Got it.  Let's get this over with."  Brenda took a deep breath, puffing 
up her chest so that even with her night shirt on they could all clearly 
see the voluptuous curves of her breasts.  She then lifted the shirt off 
over her head and stepped out of the van.  Ivan was already out and 
filming as Thomas stepped out behind Brenda and applied the handcuffs.  
She was now totally nude, except for her old jogging shoes, and had her 
wrists secured behind her back.  Smiling for the camera, Brenda 
exclaimed, "Let's do it!" and started off toward the west with Ivan 
walking backward before her.  She glanced over her shoulder to see Thomas 
and Rajiv making their way down the east side of the park to the two 
south corners.

The chill October air and the light fog hanging all around her, diffusing 
the light of the street lamps, made Brenda shiver with something more 
than arousal.  She felt her big nipples crinkling up with the combination 
of cold and wet which assaulted them as she walked tall and proud, chin 
up and breasts pushed forward.

A little more than halfway to the northwest corner, Ivan tripped over an 
uneven seam in the sidewalk.  He fell hard on his butt which sent his 
camcorder tumbling into the grass.  If he'd been facing the other 
direction, it would have falling onto the pavement of the street and 
probably broken into a dozen pieces.  Instead the mounted light just 
broke off.

Brenda hurried forward to give him a hand up before remembering that her 
hands were useless behind her.  She turned around and wiggled her ass in 
his face trying to get him to take her hand.  He did, and thanked her 
before apologizing for his clumsiness.  Brenda stood by while he assessed 
the damage to his video equipment.  A cold shiver ran down her spine, 
causing her to shake her boobs.  Ivan, fidgeting with the equipment, saw 
it from the corner of his eye and commented how great that would have 
looked on camera.

"Look," he said, "go on.  I'll handle this.  Don't want you just standing 
out here in the cold.  Go on and get moving."

Brenda made up time, and tried to warm herself, by skipping toward and 
around the first corner.  She saw someone at the far corner but from this 
distance, with the street lamps in her eyes, she couldn't tell who it 
was.  She also saw a car come around the far corner and head up the 
street in her direction.  She looked around quickly for a place to hide, 
but most of the shrubs and trees were in the middle of the park, not at 
the corners.  She swallowed her pride -- something she realized she'd 
been doing an awful lot of in the past few months -- and strode with 
confidence and pride in her magnificent body.  The fact that the car 
veered and squealed its tires when the driver caught site of her 
bolstered her confidence, though she was concerned for the safety of 
anyone on the road at the time.

She turned and took several steps backward, puffing up her chest to give 
the driver another great look at her tits, but quickly remembered the 
dangers of walking backward on the sidewalk.  She turned and trotted a 
little, nearing the midpoint of the walk.  She still could not tell which 
cameraman was at the far corner, but she could clearly see it was a 
person with a large TV camera over his shoulder so figured it must be 
Rajiv.

She heard the car which had passed her making a series of stops and 
backing up, then the rushing sound of it moving toward her.  She turned 
her head to look as the driver slowed and hung his arm and head out the 
window.

"Hey sweet thang, you need a ride?"  He put heavy emphasis on the last 
word and Brenda had no doubt he intended more than driving her home.

"Just out for a walk!" she replied with a cheerful tone to equal the 
spring in her step.  "Smile, you're on camera," she laughed.  The man 
looked ahead, noticed probably for the first time that they were being 
filmed, and made a quick u-turn before peeling off.  "Hunh," Brenda mused 
quietly, "must've thought this was a police bust on guys picking up 
hookers or something."  Her happy gait faltered as she realized she was 
rather slutty prancing around in the nude on street corners at night.  
Her confidence began to crash.  The cool mist in the air was also 
starting to get to her.  She shivered again and longed for her warm bed 
by her loving husband's side.

As Brenda made her way completely around the park, she was spotted by 
three other cars.  One honked at her but none stopped or backed up to get 
a second look at her.  As she passed Thomas at the southeast corner and 
began the slight climb up the hill toward their van, she thought she saw 
Raj cutting through the park from the southwest.  There were far fewer 
lights through the middle of the park, and where the clump of trees stood 
in the middle there were none, but she thought she saw him with his big 
camera over his shoulder.  Looking ahead, expecting to see Ivan waiting 
by the van, she saw only the van, all its doors closed.  A lump began to 
rise in her throat, but looking over her shoulder she could see that 
Thomas, with his smaller camcorder, was slowly making his way up the 
sidewalk behind her.  He was perhaps thirty steps behind, so he wasn't 
that far off if trouble started.

Brenda made a daring move and stepped off the sidewalk for the first 
time, moving just into the edge of the wooded area.  It was serendipitous 
timing, too, as a police car went up the street a moment later.

Her heart was racing now.  She was more or less alone in the trees, help 
not too far away but now out of sight, with a shadowy form which might or 
might not have been Rajiv moving through the trees as well.

"Brenda?"  The voice was low and hissing, but it was clearly Ivan's.

"Brenda, where'd you go?"

"I'm over here," she responded, moving slowly toward the sound of his 
voice.  Around two intertwined trees she found him.  He held up a 
portable spotlight and digital camera.  He snapped a couple of quick 
photos and motioned for her to come back out into the light.  She did and 
the pair made the way to the van, with Ivan snapping pictures of her firm 
butt and long legs from behind.

When all three men were present, Thomas unlocked her handcuffs and they 
let her into the van to get warm.

"We've got a thermos of coffee and one of hot cocoa if you're 
interested," Thomas said as he draped a wool blanket over her shoulders.  
They all congratulated her on another excellent performance while they 
drove her home and promised her a day off.  Thomas handed her five twenty 
dollar bills as she got out of the van.  "Do you need one of us to come 
up with you to explain where you've been?" he asked.

"No, thanks.  Jim's probably still snoring away.  I'll be fine.  Thank 
you, though."

It was only after they had gone that it dawned on her that she had driven 
herself to the park and her keys were still in the TV van which she could 
just see leaving the stop sign at the end of the block.

Brenda rang the doorbell three times but there was no answer.  She 
knocked, lightly at first but with increasing force over a two minute 
period.  Still no reply from inside.  "Damn, Jim must really be 
sleeping," she mused.  Their lovemaking had been very vigorous toward the 
end and she recalled how tired she had been when Thomas called her over 
an hour earlier.  Jim was probably completely wiped out.  She yawned.  
She, too, was getting very tired again.  Her adrenaline rush of going out 
nude in public in the middle of the night had worn off.  She was ready to 
curl up in bed.

She rang the doorbell again, five times in succession, and waited for 
over a minute.  She stood back and looked at every window of the house.  
All were dark.  But she noticed a light on in Mr. Forester's next door.  
He was the kind middle aged man whose wife's death a few years earlier 
had left him with a tidy inheritance.  He had been keep to watch Brenda 
sunbathing or changing clothes through the window but had always kept his 
distance and never made her feel uncomfortable.  He was as good a 
neighbor as any she'd ever had, and so she made up her mind that, this 
one night, she would ask a favor of him.

Mr. Forester was eager to help, and even offered to go bang on their door 
for her until Jim got up and let her in, but Brenda reassured him she'd 
already done that and asked if she could stay in his spare bedroom for 
the night.

End of part 24

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
charge at my website at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/.  As of 
January 2008 I am still adding new chapters to "What Some People Will 
Do" and looking for new ideas and directions for the story.  I have put a 
feedback form on my website if you would like to make suggestions.    
Thank you!  Sir Render

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