Knock, knock, knock.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Janice!  Are you in there?  Are you going to work tonight?"

Janice rolled over and slowly opened her eyes.  What time was it?  It was dark in her room.

"Oh shit!  What time is it?"  She threw the covers back and raced to the door.  When she flung it open, Piggy was standing on the other side with her hand up as if she was about to knock again.  She wondered why her mouth suddenly hung open, her eyes widening, and a bright red flush springing to life upon her chubby little cheeks, until she realized that she had jumped out of bed and raced to open her door while still stark naked.  Now, embarrassed for being seen in that state, and the sudden flash of what had preceded her falling off to sleep, Janice covered herself with her hands and raced across the hall to her bathroom.

She looked back and said, "Thanks Peg," before slamming the door shut and racing to turn on the shower.  She could not afford to lose her job at Chesterfields and they were not very lenient when it came to tardiness.

She was a mess!  But she hurriedly washed her hair and her body, lingering maybe a minute too long as she washed her pussy.  Her entire crotch area was a sticky mess, and a slew of sensations assaulted her as she used the soft white wash cloth to remove the evidence of her previous arousal.  She felt her cheeks redden at the thought of the intensity of the passions she had experienced just a few hours before. It had been a mind-altering experience.  She was sure that Piggy would express it in something close to those terms if she were to write about it in her diary.

After drying off and taking care of her hair and makeup, Janice peeked out into the hall and streaked across to her room where she quickly got dressed.  

Checking the time, she saw that she would just make it to work on time and for the first time was actually glad that Piggy was living with her.  She may have just saved her job.

As she ran through the kitchen, keys in hand, she looked over at the pudgy little woman and waved.  "Thanks, Piggy.  Thanks for waking me up."

She opened the door and pushed the button to raise the garage door, wondering why Piggy had made that scrunchy face at her.  She had said thanks...twice even.  Okay, she had still called her Piggy, but it was said in a nice way, kind of like a cute little nick-name.  She was beginning to think that maybe...maybe the two of them could be friends after all.  She looked behind her as she backed her car out of the garage and wondered if she could ever bring herself to stop calling the little frump, Piggy.  Probably not!

Work went well that evening and Janice had even managed to get home by 1:30 in the morning.  She was surprised to see Piggy sitting in the living room wrapped up in an oversized robe watching TV.  By the look on her face, it appeared that she was surprised to see Janice home so early, too.

Surreptitiously, Janice checked out her little house-mate.  She noticed Piggy fluff her hair and saw that it was still pressed against her head in some places, as if she had been wearing the tight leather hood!  Yes, there were little pink marks at the corners of her mouth that might be an indication that her mouth had been harshly filled by the ball gag.  Piggy moved her leg as she began to arise from the couch and Janice was sure she saw a faint crease line from the cuff.  Piggy had been playing!  Now she wanted to play, she wanted to play so badly!

"You're up late.  No work tomorrow?" Janice asked, taking some cut up veggies from the refrigerator and placing them on a plate with some Ranch dressing.

"Well, tomorrow is Saturday..." Peggy said with a little bite to her words as she stood and headed towards the hallway leading to her room.

Janice blushed, "Oh yeah, forgot," she mumbled, kicking herself for being an idiot.  Why don't I just write Moron on my forehead with a magic marker?

"...I guess there's some big inventory project to do, though," Peggy continued. "I don't need to be up very early, but I've been asked to work until six o'clock.  Then the boss is taking us out for dinner, so don't worry, I won't be stinking up the place until well after 10 tomorrow."

For some reason Piggy's comment forced an even brighter blush upon Janice's cheeks.  She wasn't even thinking of saying something like that!  Or was she blushing because Piggy had said it before she had even thought to say it?  It was something she would've said a few weeks ago, and without any delay, either!

Janice stood with her back against the refrigerator and caught a glimpse of movement to her right.  When she looked over she saw Piggy's reflection in the mirrored back of the hutch that stood in the corner of the kitchen.  Moving slightly to her left so she could see Piggy's reflection around her stupid fucking stuffed alligator, she watched as the little hunk walked away from her.  She looked again at the alligator and wondered on which planet alligators stood on their hind legs and smiled?  

Janice saw Piggy look back down the hall, towards the kitchen, and then reach up to a shelf that was just outside her bedroom door.  Propped up on the shelf was a crafty wooden sign that her mother had given her years ago that said, "God Bless this Home."  She would've tossed that thing except her mother would've asked where it had gone, and how would she explain that away?  Her mother was, like, super religious or something.  Fanatical?  Janice considered the word.  She had heard it before but didn't really know its true meaning.  If it meant super religious, then it was the right word.

Piggy's hand came down and a moment later Janice saw her open her door and flip on the light.

THE KEY is on the ledge!  Janice felt the plate slip from her hand and she did a little juggling act to keep it from hitting the floor and shattering.  Oh shit!  The key is on the ledge!  I can get in there tomorrow while she's gone and play all day if I want to!

She put the plate down on the counter and retreated to her room, shutting off lights as she went.  Her hands were trembling with excitement and her legs felt like rubber.  She sat on her bed, thinking of the key.  The key that opened the door.  The door that opened into the room that held the little diary.  What had Piggy written?  What new bondage gear had she purchased?  How could she possibly wait all night to find out?

Sleep came slowly to the blonde woman as she lay in her bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking about the diary.  She shook her head and turned onto her side, watching the shadows of the trees that were cast upon her window shade.  Surely she could write her own fantasies in a little book.  But she knew the wording would not compare to Piggy's.  Piggy had such a way with words.  Her words evoked images.  Janice smiled at herself for even thinking of a sentence like that!  Evoked images.  Yes, that's what the little Piggy's words did.  And those images were of her, tightly bound in the fine leather gear that lay at the bottom of Piggy's drawer.  The fine leather gear that felt so wonderful when it was buckled so snuggly against her soft smooth flesh, allowing only the slightest movements, making it's tight restrictive-ness known with every breath.  

*****

Vrrrroooommm!

Janice was awoken up by the roar of Piggy's engine as it started up right outside of her window.  Excited now, Janice waited until her house-mate had backed out of the driveway and had pulled out onto the street.  The little piggy van with its little worn-out piggy muffler could be heard disappearing in the distance.

All day!  Janice didn't have a single thing to do all day except play!  She flipped back the covers on her bed and ran down the hall to the kitchen and then down the other hall to Piggy's door.  Feeling along the shelf, she immediately found the key.

The room seemed unchanged from the last time she had been inside.  For all she knew the stuffed animals were all in the same exact spot.  They all seemed to be looking at her, watching her, wondering if she would defile their owner's belongings.  She felt like going to each one and feeling it to make sure they were really stuffed.

Kneeling naked before the dresser, Janice slowly slid the bottom drawer out towards her.  What she saw sent a shiver of excitement through her body.  A large black dildo lay atop the usual array of gear, a belt lying next to it with a smaller strap coming off of it, and somehow connecting it to the dildo.  Janice memorized the layout of the dildo and its straps in the drawer and lifted it out to examine it more closely.  The dildo looked so big!

She placed it on the floor and picked up the diary, reading quickly through the previous days' entries.  It was embarrassing to read, while at the same time...so unbelievably erotic!  The little piggy had become so engulfed in her fantasies about her beautiful land-lady that she had begun to relate her own adventures as if they had been performed by Janice herself!  She began the first day with, "Today I imagined I was Janice as I wrapped the ankle cuffs around my slender ankles and locked them tightly."  She went on, as always, relating each sensation as she tightly bound her (my) body in the wonderful gear.  

Reading the next day's entry, Janice saw that Piggy had gone to the adult store directly from work.  She had already picked out the dildo and the belts from an on-line catalog while at work and had even paid using her credit card.  When she went into the store, the items were already packaged and waiting for her to pick up. Janice marveled at how expedient the little woman was.  Then she marveled at how much improvement she had seen in her own vocabulary since she had begun to read Piggy's diary!  

Janice sat on the floor and leaned back against Piggy's bed.  She read the diary passage through again.  It was so hot!  From the beginning there was a major advancement in the boldness of Piggy's activities.  She had ventured out of her room!  Taking three keys that had little round red stickers on them - Janice leaned over to look into the drawer to locate them, yes, there they were - she raced to the garage and tossed them into the center of the empty stall before racing back to her room.  She raced because she was already naked!

One of the keys fit the locks to her bondage gear, the other two keys were the same shape, but didn't go to the locks and wouldn't open them.  She then went about binding herself in her nice leather gear.

The bondage was as before until she came to write about how "Janice" had slid the heavy black phallus into her steaming hot cunt.  By this time, Janice had lowered her fingers towards her pussy and when the tips explored the slit between her fleshy lips they felt the moisture that had already flowed to her entrance.  The slightest of pressure allowed a little stream to escape her canal, causing the excited woman to quickly smear the fluids around her opening to prevent them from dripping down onto Piggy's carpet.

Re-reading that last part again, Janice's heart raced as Piggy described the incredible feeling she (I) had when she (I) had pulled the thin strap tight, forcing the dildo deep within her (my) hot, wet, cunt.

Oh god!  Was her cunt wet!

Reading on...Piggy described how she had locked the strap and then felt along its length, feeling how it sank between her shaven pussy lips, how wonderfully smooth she felt!  Her hands roamed up her slender body, feeling her luscious breasts - oh how her nipples were so painfully erect!  Reading the passage as though it was herself experiencing the sensations filled Janice's mind with such powerful mental images.  Her fingers were still in her pussy and her hand brushed over the light covering of hair that presented itself on her pubic bone.  

She knew Piggy was right...it would feel so much more erotic to be cleanly shaven.  But could she?  Oh god!  Her fingers trembled and she offered a nervous laugh as she wondered if she could even shave with those shaking hands without cutting herself.  

Now, though, the gorgeous blonde could not imagine proceeding without first presenting her body in the manner that Piggy had so vividly described.  She wanted the strap to sink between her shaven pussy lips, she wanted to feel how wonderfully smooth she would feel.  And she knew it would feel wonderful, just as the description in the wonderful little book said it would.  The wonderful little book that had made her feel like a sex fiend.

A sex fiend, really?  I'm not really sure what that is.  But she imagined it was somebody who couldn't get enough sex, and lately that was all that had been on Janice's mind.  Sex.  Hot, wet, uncontrollable sex.  And it kept getting hotter and wetter and more uncontrollable with each entry in Piggy's wonderful little diary.  

While not even being able to conceive of the little pudge of a woman performing these acts, she knew she must.  There was no way that she would've been able to describe the sensations she was recording without first experiencing them.  Piggy's descriptive entries mirrored exactly the torrents of passion that Janice had been feeling with each new adventure.  Her heart beat quickened as she thought of Piggy, feeling the same saturation of lustful longings.  A longing to be held tightly in the restrictive grip of the bondage gear at the bottom of the drawer.

Entering her bathroom, Janice ran the water in the tub until it was hot.  Sitting on the edge, she used a soft white cloth to soak the light covering of blonde tufts upon her pubic mound.  Reaching up to the shelf above the tub, Janice retrieved the small can of shaving cream she kept there and proceeded to cover her crotch with the white foam. Using the razor she kept on the soap dish to shave her legs, Janice carefully brought the instrument down along her flesh leaving a strip of bare flesh in its wake.  Her hand shaking, she rinsed the cream from the razor in the hot water flowing from the faucet next to her and returned the razor to its next target between her legs.  Mere minutes later, Janice was rinsing her pussy with the cloth with one hand and feeling her smooth flesh with the other.  It felt so wonderful!  Yes, just as Piggy's diary had said it would.  God, did she feel hot and sexy!

Returning to Piggy's room, Janice began to unload the bondage gear from the drawer.  As outlined in the diary, after placing the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, the belt for the crotch strap was to be locked on next.  Following that, the new dildo was to be inserted into her hole.  Oh fuck!  Into her hole!  Janice could not believe how her hands trembled as she pressed the tip of the huge cock against her smoothly shaven cunt.  At first glance, she was sure the phallus was entirely too large to fit within her, but now...now it seemed to sink into her cunt with such ease.  Yes, of course, she felt her hole stretching to accommodate the width of the solid black cock and she noticed with some concern as the large head pressed against the termination of her vagina.  But it fit, rather perfectly if she were to think of it, which of course she did not.  The sensations of the huge dildo inside of her acted to block out any rational thoughts that may have previously entered the horny blonde's mind.  She pulled the attached crotch strap tightly up between her legs and looped the end through the buckle, seeing the stretched eyelet that Piggy had used and pulling it three holes tighter.  The little D-ring was there for the small, yet sturdy, lock to be slipped through.

Reaching over to pick up the keys with the red stickers on them, Janice arose and waddled out of the room and through the warm house to the garage.  She considered the way that Piggy had closed her eyes and thrown the keys out into the garage, not observing the exact locations where they had landed.  Gosh, that had been bold!  Much bolder than Janice dared to be.  No, she tossed the keys together into the center of the open area nearest the door, making sure they didn't bounce under her car.  How horrible it would be for that to happen!  She looked again to see where the keys had landed, noticing at the same time how hot the garage had already become.  It was just after noon and the day promised to be another scorcher.

Leaving the inside door fully open, Janice made her way back to Piggy's room, feeling the fullness of her pussy with each step.  Sitting on the floor, the nervous, nude, and highly excited woman began the steps to binding herself that the previous three months of gradually increasing intensity had trained her to follow.

Janice's mind exploded with fantasy.  She was at once a slave girl, a high-class call girl, a cheap whore, a kidnapped heiress, a captured spy, a lusty landlady living out her tenant's desperate daydreams. Oh!  The words swirled in her head.  The wonderful words that so aroused her, just as Piggy's words had done from that very first day that she had discovered the little leather-bound diary.  How the accidental discovery of that filthy, disgusting, web-site had changed Piggy's miserable little life, her fruitless, uneventful life.  It had given her something to fantasize about, something to fill the idle hours between shifts at her non-descript job.

How fortunate that Janice had made her own discovery!

The bound woman plopped down on her stomach, bound now in all of the exquisite gear.  She fingered the controls on the little MP3 player secured to the front of the posture collar and heard one of her favorite songs flow out of the little ear buds trapped in her ears by the tightly locked hood.  Piggy had changed to a different model of MP3 player, but the on and off buttons still did the same thing.  

Her slender and superbly well-toned body already displayed a fine sheen of perspiration upon her flesh as she lay there on Piggy's carpet and worked the wide band up her arms until it slipped over her elbows and nestled into place.  It was tight, almost feeling a little tighter than usual, but she was used to the feeling now.  She felt with her fingers for the lock that she had placed on her naked ass, a trick Piggy had come up with two months prior, and easily looped it through the rings on both of her wrist cuffs before clicking it shut.