"Have you been in my room?" Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational.  The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face.

Janice looked at her tenant and laughed.  "Why in the world would I want to go in there?  I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu."

"Aaaarggh!" Peggy growled, knowing that Janice called her Piggy behind her back, and sometimes to her face.  She'd called her that since High School when she and her uppity friends would tease her in the hallways.  They would snort and oink whenever Peggy walked by them.

"You may own this house, but I'm paying for this room and it's off limits to you!" she shouted as she retreated behind her door and slammed it shut.

Janice laughed at Piggy's outburst, and wondered what she had touched in the room that had given her away.  Yes, she'd been in Piggy's room while the woman was at work.  She went in there quite often.  She had found something in there three months ago that, to this day, still astonished her.

It seemed that the little hunk of woman had an extremely kinky side.  Not only did she have a little stash of bondage gear, but she kept a diary in which she noted in exquisite detail the various ways in which she used the gear on herself.  Self-bondage.  Janice had looked it up on-line after coming across the little diary.

At first she was going to confront Piggy with it, you know, to embarrass her.  But as she read, she became increasingly, and surprisingly, horny!  The little fucking toad might be on to something!

The diary entries had started out rather mundane, and Janice had been about to put the leather bound book back when she happened across an entry that surprised her.  It seemed that Piggy had seen something on-line, quite by mistake, that she had found utterly disgusting, but had stuck in her mind, tormenting her until she purposely went back to the very site that she had found so repulsive.

It was a bondage web-site where women, supposedly models, were seen to be posing in the most outlandish outfits, some even naked except for bondage cuffs around their wrists and ankles, and collars locked around their necks.

Janice read how these images had haunted poor little Piggy and how she tried to tell herself that it was so demented.  Often she used words that Janice had to look up in the dictionary.  The little dwarf was quite a wordsmith, a word Janice had also been forced to use a dictionary on.

Janice was more than a little flustered to admit that Piggy was probably much smarter than she was.  A straight A+ student in school, Piggy had gone on to earn a degree in computer science and was employed at a local high-tech company, PIT, working the tech service line.  She, however, was a waitress at an exclusive restaurant in the next town over.  Money-wise, she knew she made way more than Piggy with the fabulous tips she earned.  After all, she had already bought a house, while Piggy could only afford to rent one room in her house.

There was just no comparison between them as far as beauty went, either.  She was tall, blonde and beautiful, and had full luscious breasts, a slender waist, and fabulously tight abs and buttocks.  Her legs were so trim she could barely pinch flesh between her fingers.  

Piggy, on the other hand, was short and pretty much out of shape.  She had big boobies, but Janice wondered how much of that was fat.  She knew she wasn't really fat, it was just that being short and squat made her appear that way.

In a way, Janice was surprised that Piggy had taken the room after finding out who her landlady would be.  She had responded to an ad placed in the local paper and was obviously embarrassed when Janice had opened the door.  But she had really needed a place to stay and the rent was reasonable.  That they had known each other in school had helped in her decision, but Piggy had probably thought that since they were both more mature, there would be no teasing like before.

She was only partially right.  Janice still enjoyed getting her worked up by calling her Piggy!

Janice sat back and thought about Piggy's diary.  She considered how Piggy's reaction to what she discovered on the bondage web-site matched so closely how she herself had reacted when reading the diary. Both were eye-opening experiences.  They had both been shocked at first and then, given time, intrigued.  The thought of the short - and let's face it, unattractive - woman all trussed up in bondage gear was not a very erotic image, but Janice had begun to picture herself in the situations Piggy had described.  Now those were images that, even though she felt somewhat ashamed to admit, began to make her incredibly horny!  

Janice had begun to sneak into Piggy's room each day after the woman had left for work.   She would open her bottom dresser drawer and take out the diary, hoping to find a new entry.  Piggy didn't write every night, and Janice found herself becoming disappointed when there had been no entry, and extremely excited when there was.  Somewhere in the back of her head she was repulsed by the thought that anything the little troll would do might make her excited, but the pure lust she felt while reading the entries over-rode those thoughts.

And the lust only increased as Piggy continued to explore this new world.  Not only did the entries become more vivid, but Piggy's inventory of gear increased in size.  At first it was only the padded cuffs with their little locks.  Janice could still remember the unexpected rush of excitement she had felt when she had first wrapped the leather around her wrists, buckled them, and then clicked those little locks shut.  Excitement?  Whew, her heart had been beating a mile a minute and she really didn't understand why or what she had been feeling.  She had quickly taken them off, replaced everything exactly as she had found them, and retreated to her own room.  She lay on her bed for the longest time, thinking about it, fantasizing about it, until she had succumbed to her feelings and had fingered herself to a pretty good orgasm.

That had been pretty embarrassing, and she vowed not to do it again!  Really, just the thought of being aroused by something Piggy was into was, like, a total turnoff!  

But, try as she might, Janice could not shake those thoughts from her pretty little head.

She began to think of Piggy while she was at work, waiting tables at Chesterfield's.  It was a very exclusive dinner club and she could not have afforded to eat there if she had to actually pay for a meal.  The steak dinners were upwards of $70 each, and then if you added liquor and maybe a dessert...well, it was way more than she could afford.

But as she waited on the wealthy customers each night, Janice would think about Piggy, home now, and probably writing in her diary.  Maybe she was even acting out some of her fantasies.  She knew the little Piggy used the gear she had bought.  Of course she would use it...on herself.  The thought of Piggy in those beautiful cuffs was...yuk...it wasn't nice.  No, Janice preferred to think of herself in the cuffs.  Even while she was serving her super rich customers she pictured herself, cuffed, and maybe wearing Piggy's new leather collar, bringing the hot, delicious food out to her Master's table.

The collar did feel good around her neck, she had to admit that.  But the posture collar she had bought soon after felt even more sensational!  She had to believe Piggy had made a mistake when she purchased that, and she had even described in the diary how uncomfortable it was around her neck.  It was too tight and too wide.  But she suffered its harsh strictness because she really couldn't afford to replace it with a different size.

Janice was happy with that revelation because, although the posture collar was too tight on the Pig, it really fit her pretty well.  She found that, while Piggy probably had the straps on the last eyelets - and yes, she could see some stretching on those holes, she could pull the straps tight and buckle it securely on the third or fourth hole.  It fit rather nicely under her chin, holding it high and securely.  She almost felt bad for poor Piggy, whose head must have been held in a horribly awkward position by the stiff collar.  The thought of that made her laugh!  Oh what a comical sight she would be with her wrists clipped behind her chubby little back and her neck squeezed into the off-size collar!

Janice looked over at the clock on the fireplace mantel and saw that it was nearly time to get ready for work.  Walking towards her own wing of the ranch style home, Janice looked with disdain at the stuffed panda bear sitting there on the mantel.  She felt like taking the stupid thing, ripping its stuffing out, and throwing it all over the room.  Piggy and her stupid stuffed animals!  It was bad enough that her room was full of them, a fact that she supposed she should not even know, but Piggy had insisted that she had the right to have a few of her things throughout the house that she was paying to share.  Okay, okay, if she wanted to have ONE stupid stuffed animal here and there, she would allow it.  She had been tempted to buy little stuffed pigs and place them throughout the house, but even she wasn't that mean.  It did make her smile to think of how angry Piggy would be though.

After a nice warm shower, Janice dried off and stood in front of the vanity mirror and admired her 5 foot, five inch frame.  She had been on the cheer leading squad all through High School and was proud to have maintained her slender physique into her twenties.  Some of her friends from the squad had not faired as well, and had sadly let themselves go.  Not her!  She watched what she ate and had a membership at the local gym.  She turned to admire her firm peachy ass.  She gave herself a playful slap, seeing with delight that her buttock cheek barely moved.  God, she was firm!

Turning back so she stood straight, she turned her gaze to her pussy, the light covering of blonde pubic hair barely concealing the contours of her labia.  She fingered the hair, deciding if it was in need of a trim, but then remembered she really didn't have the time to tend to that right now; maybe tomorrow.  She liked to keep her bush short and trimmed around the edges.

Applying what little make-up she needed and brushing out her long, silky smooth, blonde hair, she looked at her face in the mirror and smiled.  Maybe tonight would be the night she would meet a single white male, let's say a self-made millionaire, let's say in his mid to upper 30's, let's say a man who knew what he wanted and...and knew how to control a woman.

Janice squeezed her legs together and kneaded her perfect breasts with both hands.  Oh God!  Is that what she wanted...for a man to control her?  Her hands were shaking and her thoughts were filled with images of things she had seen as she had searched some of the same web-sites that her depraved tenant had mentioned in her diary.

Wanting to throw herself on her bed and finger herself to orgasm, Janice reluctantly browsed her closet, searching for the short black dress she was required to wear each night.  She laid it out on her king sized bed and reached into her drawer to pull out her black garter belt and stockings.  Those were not required, but Janice had begun to wear them two weeks ago, at about the same time she had decided to forgo wearing panties.  
She still got such a rush out of it!  Even with the knowledge that no one would ever see that she was naked under her dress, she knew.  She knew that a man, let's say a millionaire, let's say...

STOP!  I'll be late for work!

She forced the fantasy from her mind as she clipped the garters onto the tops of her sheer stockings, pulled the hem of her dress down to cover the tops of the stockings, and slipped into her black high heels.  The heels were a little taller than most of the other waitresses wore, but for her height it was not that obvious.  What was obvious was how sensational her slender legs looked as she wore them.  She turned and looked at herself in her full length mirror, loved what she saw, and grabbed her car keys from atop her dresser.

Tonight might be the night she would meet her Prince Charming.