The sound of the rusty Dodge van starting up outside her window woke Janice up, abruptly displacing her from the pleasant dream she was having.  It was really irritating because she had told Piggy several times to park on the opposite side of the driveway so that this wouldn't happen every morning when she left for work.  Why couldn't she get it through her little swine brain that she worked nights and didn't even get in until 2am?

Now she was awake.  She turned over and closed her eyes, wondering if any new entries had been written the previous evening while she was hard at work.  It had been a busy night, and she had made nearly $500 in tips!  Oh how she loved rich people!  Of course she had worked her tight little ass off serving them and listening politely to their complaints, running her sore feet off getting this and that for them when they should have just asked for everything they needed up front.  They knew they would need more lemon, why did they wait until she brought the extra napkins to ask for it?

Of course, there was that one man, a single white male, looked to be in his mid 30's, dining alone, no ring on his finger...she had not minded making several trips for him.  She chose to walk to and from the kitchen using the far entrance as that necessitated her walking away from the man, knowing he would be watching her hot little body as she eagerly departed to fulfill his needs.  She felt her pussy grow wet at the thought of how she had fantasized that she was wearing the leather cuffs around her slender wrists and ankles.  The man had left her a $40 tip!  She desperately hoped he would come back soon.

Janice lay quietly, half hoping she would fall back asleep, but knowing it would probably not happen.  Her thoughts turned to the leather bands that Piggy had purchased about two months ago.  She had just gotten used to the constricting sensations of the cuffs and the posture collar, when she had discovered the three leather bands in the dresser drawer along with the diary.  Reading the previous night's entry, Janice found that Piggy had bought two of the bands to strap around her pudgy little thighs (not that she had described them as such in her writings).  The third one was to go around her elbows.  Janice read with interest how the woman had adjusted the larger band and had wiggled her arms into it until the band surrounded her elbows, pulling them sort of close together behind her.  After she had snapped the lock closed joining her wrist cuffs behind her, she found that she could wiggle right out of the leather elbow band.  She had written how disappointed she had been and wished that a strong man was there to properly bind her!

Oh how Janice had to agree with Peggy, oops, Piggy on that!  But reading on, she was delighted to see how Piggy had tightened the strap two more eyelets and, even though it had been really difficult to wiggle into, she had found herself to be very tightly bound once her wrist cuffs were locked!  She could not wiggle out of it, no matter how hard she struggled, and was forced to wait until she had unlocked her wrists to free herself.  Even then it had taken considerable effort.  Janice grimaced at the thought of the woman struggling to get the new leather band down over her pudgy little arms.

Piggy had also written how she had positioned the sturdy metal rings attached to the smaller leather bands encircling her thighs so that she could loop one of her new locks through each of them and lock them to her ankle cuffs.  This forced her legs to be held back so that her heels touched her ass.  Well, the way she had written it was much more elegant and inspired some pretty steamy images, but that was basically what she meant.  Janice read the diary and sometimes wished she had paid attention in English class.  Piggy was so good with words and her descriptions left very little to the imagination and also left her pretty damn moist between the legs!  She was a wordsmith!  There, she had used the word again.  Maybe she would become a wordsmith someday.

Flipping over onto her back, Janice allowed her fingers to gently pinch her nipples, arousing them into erection almost immediately.  She thought again of the day when she had discovered the bands and how she had experimented with them herself.  Yes, they had been sensational.  She wished she could have lain on the bed as Piggy had probably done, but of course the little stuffed animal lover had covered nearly half her bed with the damn things!  How old was she, six?  Janice owned a teddy bear when she was a child but by the time she was eight she had no longer needed it or even wanted it in her room.  

There was no way she could remove the stupid animals from the bed and return them to their correct positions.  For all she knew, Piggy knew exactly where each one went!  Maybe she could take a picture and then...forget that!  She sat down on the floor and went to work locking on the cuffs, and the posture collar, and the new leather bands.  

Experimenting just as her bondage mentor had, (okay, that was a bizarre thought, but...true, she supposed), Janice also found the best eyelet to allow her to wiggle her elbows into the band, but not be able to wiggle out until she unlocked the wrist cuffs.  Wow!  Did that feel sensational!

She fell over onto her side and then onto her stomach.  It was tight!  Well, not too tight, but tight enough that she knew she would never be able to wiggle out of it.  She had seen on one of the websites how those punishing single sleeve gloves could actually dislocate a person's shoulders, but this was not pulling her elbows that close together using the eyelet placement that she had used on the buckle.

Wiggling on her stomach, she felt her tender breasts and her painfully erect nipples dragging against the carpet in Piggy's room.  She inched her way over to the full-length mirror hooked to the closet door and gasped when she saw her reflection.  She had always been so proud of her breasts, but now...now they were forced out and looked so super fantastic!

Even now she blushed when she thought of what she had done next.  She had begun to back up, to return to the spot where she had locked the locks, knowing that the keys were there, when she found that her left leg had gone to one side of the foot post of Piggy's bed while her right leg had gone to the other side.  With her legs pulled back so that her heels touched her ass, Janice had accidentally pushed herself back so that her pussy touched the post.  She knew she was really, really, wet as she began to lift her ass and stroke her pussy against the post.  She felt the hard, sculptured, wood against her flesh and put her head down on the carpeted floor.  It had taken only a couple of minutes of moving her pussy against the post for her to have the most intense orgasm of her life!  She lay there, breathing heavily, tightly bound, for a full five minutes afterwards.  When she finally worked her way over to the keys and unlocked her wrists she found that she was flushed from her exertion and from her excitement.  Once free of the bondage, she lay on Piggy's floor with her legs spread widely apart and fingered her-self to another incredible orgasm.

Okay!  I give up!

Janice flipped back the covers and sat up on her bed.  She would never get back to sleep.  Not now.  She had to go and see.

Not caring that she was naked, Janice walked down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the hallway that led to Piggy's room.  She went to turn the doorknob and found that it would not turn.  She flipped on the light switch and saw that the little bitch had installed a new doorknob - one with a lock!

Anger didn't begin to describe the emotion that swept through her mind.  How dare she?  It was her house, damn it!  Sure, she rented the room, but...but this was...

Janice realized that what she felt wasn't really anger but a profound sense of frustration.  She knew that given different circumstances it wouldn't have bothered her that a tenant would want to have a lock on their room for privacy.  But...but, the diary!  The diary was on the other side of that locked door.  She tried the knob one more time, instinctively knowing the result would be the same.  Piggy had cut her off.

The sullen woman returned to her room and sank back onto her bed.  The sheets atop her pillow-top mattress were still warm as she climbed in and brought the bedspread over her, grasping its edge tightly in her fists.

What would she do now?  Demand that Peggy remove the lock?  Why?  What justification would she give?  It's not as though she had damaged the property.  Sure, most bedroom doors had knobs that simply locked from the inside, but there was no law that said a keyed entry knob couldn't be used.

She was surprised at how upset she was.  Not mad now, just...flustered or something.  She thought back to the previous evening when Peg..Piggy had confronted her about being in her room.  She must have gone right out as soon as she had left for work to buy the new doorknob.  Janice tried to think of what she might have moved and not replaced that the little runt had noticed.

The frustrated woman lay between her warm sheets and thought about the elbow and thigh straps and then about the next item that had appeared in Piggy's drawer.  She had purchased a really cool ball gag.  It was red, and rubber, and had stiff black rubber straps that went around her head to fasten in the back.  There was a buckle there and a place for a lock, but as Piggy wrote in her diary, the lock was not really necessary since her arms would be so securely bound.  Janice had to give the stocky little woman a gold star for courage, as she seemed undaunted with entering a sex shop two towns over to purchase all of these items.  She certainly would not have the nerve to open the door and walk into one of those horrible places.  Lucky for her, Piggy had no such reservations.

The gag had felt wonderful in her mouth, pulled tightly and buckled firmly in place.  It made breathing difficult, as all respirations had to be made through her nose.  As her excitement grew, so did the difficulty in breathing.  She noticed that if she flared her lips and tried, she could suck air in around the big red ball.  Then she found, as she struggled across Piggy's floor to the mirror, that when she was really exerting herself, air would burst out around the ball as well.  Not to mention, drool.  God that was sort of gross, and afterwards she had to crawl around and wipe up what she could find with a paper towel so as to not leave traces on the carpet!  She followed what Piggy had written in her diary as to how she used hot, hot, water to clean the gag after use and then used a blow drier to make sure it was nice and dry before putting it away.  She certainly didn't want to leave saliva and germs on her new gag, and didn't want it to stay wet and develop mold.  That was sort of gross, too.  Still, Janice was pretty confident that she wouldn't catch any swine germs from using the gear as it appeared that Piggy was serious about maintaining it.

The drooling dilemma was solved several days later when Janice had discovered a really nice leather hood in the drawer.  She began to wonder how much all of this gear was costing her cash-starved tenant.   Had she gotten a raise?  Of course she didn't know how much she actually made over there, or what she actually did, or if she actually liked her job or not. The two of them never spoke, working different shifts and all, and the always present air of animosity that hovered around them whenever they were both in the same room.  Not that she blamed Piggy for disliking her, and almost admired the little munchkin for having the balls to live with her, knowing how dwarfish she appeared compared to her landlady.  It couldn't be very easy on Piggy's self-esteem to be around her, bringing up memories of High School and how humiliated the girl must have felt as she and her buddies oinked and grunted after her.  That had been so fun - well, not for Piggy, but it was for them!

Janice's thoughts returned to the soft leather hood.  Oh, what a marvelous item that turned out to be.  Piggy had written how completely helpless she had felt when she had slipped it over her head and pulled the straps tight in back, buckling them and then pulling the zipper up on the flaps that covered the straps and buckles.  Once locked, there was no way to even get at the straps.  Janice had to agree, the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming, especially as it pressed against the ball gag securely strapped into her mouth.  Now there was no breathing around the hard rubber ball!  Piggy had written that she had not properly lined up the nostril holes the first time and she nearly passed out due to lack of oxygen.  Janice was certainly more cautious about that!  That the hood had no holes for her eyes to see out of was of some concern to her, but having read Piggy's description of the sensations that she had felt at being forced into darkness it lessened the nervous feeling that she had when she had forced the darkness upon herself.

The following week, Janice had found a little MP3 player with headphones in the drawer, neatly wrapped up in the hood.  She saw that the contents of the drawer were neatly stowed in place and began to worry that Piggy would be able to notice that things had been moved.  She thought about her earlier frustration over not being able to lie on Piggy's bed and ran, naked and excited, to her room to get her digital camera.  She took a picture of the contents of the drawer so that she would be able to reproduce the exact layout of the equipment after she had cleaned them and put them away.  If the little Piggy was trying trip her up, she would be one step ahead of her!

Janice read that day's diary entry with interest, and then re-read it.  The little troll was fantasizing about her!  She wrote that she could only imagine how much better the tight bondage would feel if only she were as lean as Janice.  If only her breasts were as firm as Janice's were and her legs as long and as shapely.  

What must it be like to possess a body such as hers?  To walk into a room and cause all talking to cease.  To have every eye follow her as she ambled nonchalantly by.  Or to have her slender arms bound behind her, her delicate wrists captured in the unyielding leather cuffs, her tender ankles bound and pulled roughly against her finely sculptured thighs.  She could certainly keep her well-toned thighs together, but the lustful sensations coursing through her body would almost surely force her to spread her legs wide, exposing to anyone fortunate enough to happen across her helpless form to view her smoothly shaven pussy, moist with anticipation of the orgasms she would soon be experiencing.  

Oh, how magnificent her breasts would be as they were forced out before her.  The firmness they surely displayed, yet the softness of her orbs to the touch, her nipples erect and standing proudly out from where they sat perched upon their little brown areolas.  Bound as she was, her perspiration-moistened chest would rise and fall, moving her lovely breasts with each labored breath as she strained to inhale and exhale through the small holes in the hood.  The hood would be noticeably strained near her mouth as the punishing ball gag stretched her lovely lips to their limits.  Her jaw would be aching but her mind would be distracted both by the overwhelming arousal she was feeling deep within her loins and by the sweet music being supplied by the little MP3 player, hooked to the front o-ring of her posture collar.

Janice remembered looking at the clock and calculating how much time she had until Piggy was due to return from work.  The woman had no social life, and nearly always came straight home after work.  She was dismayed to see that there wasn't really enough time, so she replaced the diary and closed the drawer, looked around to make sure she had not messed up any of Peggy's little buddies, and went back to her own room.  She lay upon her bed and slid her fingers into her pussy, noticing immediately the wetness that revealed the intense feeling of arousal the elegantly worded passages had pressed upon her.  Oh, to be able to express herself as vividly and as elegantly as Peggy seemed to do so effortlessly.  Surely she should be writing works that could be published.  Janice thought of Peggy, lying on her bed after playing with her bondage gear, expressing her thoughts and fantasies in her little diary.  

She stroked her pussy harder now, imagining the thoughts that must be torturing her little house-mate nightly. Trapped in the little troll body, knowing she would never be as beautiful and shapely as the woman she fantasized about and wrote about in her diary.  How envious she must be.  How utterly humiliated she must feel when she looked at her own shapeless form in the mirror hung over the closet door, thinking about having a body so much more wonderful than her own.

Her fingers worked more quickly now, a growing need in her pussy that caused a wet slurping sound as they flicked in and out of her cunt.  Her free hand had been roughly kneading her breasts, but now was pulling on the short growth of hair covering her pussy.  She pulled hard!  Groaning and taking in huge gulps of air as she felt her arousal reaching heights she had never previously experienced.  The sheer magnitude of her arousal caused her to clamp her eyes tightly shut, her brows raised and her lips wet from her tongue passing over them.  Her middle three fingers were now ramming her cunt furiously as the fingers on her other hand sought out her engorged clitoris.  Finding it, she screamed out as she was engulfed in an orgasm so powerful it made her shake her head and cry out again as her senses became completely overwhelmed.  

Her hips came off the bed as her fingers continued to stroke her cunt, her wetness soaking them and dripping down the folds of her hot flesh.  She stiffened her legs and her head banged against the headboard, knocking it hard against the wall.  She heard the picture frames above her rattle as they bounced against the wall, teetering so tenuously on the little nails holding them up on the wall.  

The fingers that had been pulling on her closely trimmed pubic hair began to rub her mound as she imagined her pussy shaven clean, as Peggy had fantasized in the diary.  She came again, and pulled herself up into a crunch position as though she were attempting a sit-up.  The strain of the orgasm upon her body was intense and, when she was released from its grip, she collapsed into her sheets, panting, and nearly overcome with emotions.  

It took several minutes for her respirations to return to anything close to normal.  What she had just experienced was so incredible she was at a loss to even formulate a rational thought to express it in words.  Were there words to express what she had just experienced?  She was sure that Peggy, um, Piggy could do it.  Yes, she could surely write that up in her little journal or whatever that thing was.

The exhausted woman closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing.  Her hand shook as she raised it to push the hair away from her eyes, feeling the wetness of her forehead and the dampness of her scalp.  Turning onto her side, her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep, a contented smile upon her face.