0 comments/ 8836 views/ 2 favorites The Wall of Shame By: MilesEms Author's Note: Not a completely original idea, I first came across something similar on alt.sex usenet group too long ago to remember. There a woman bragged that she and her sister had done this to a number of men they had picked up in bars. I've interpreted what she had implied and updated it to a more current day. The idea didn't suit me at the time, but as they say, time changes everything. Hope you enjoy. * Todd Bracken recalled when the invitation first came. At the time he wasn't sure if he should be flattered or worried. After all this was just their third date and he believed that the only reason that a woman cooked a man dinner was because she wanted to set up house with him. All those other ideas about women liking to cook or simply wanting to please men were nothing more than bullshit. Still, he accepted and that Saturday evening he found himself sitting at Lydia Walsh's dining table, stomach full, and genuinely surprised at the quality of the Beef Wellington as well as his own attitude toward the cook. Lydia was in the kitchen which was just a step away. Lydia lived with her sister in a small two bedroom apartment in a complex best described as reasonably priced. Todd looked around at the decorating, pleasant enough, but sterile. Most of the art was made up of posters, the kind that come pre-framed at the discount home stores. The furniture was equally nondescript except the couch, which had a bright red floral sheet tucked over the cushions, and an out of place board and brick shelf holding up the entertainment center that consisted of a television and a small boom box. Todd surmised that most of the seating was bought as a set on sale and paid for over 24 months with no down and no payment until June like was offered on late night television. Leticia, Lydia's sister had been expected, though absent, for most of the evening and her Beef Wellington sat between the burners of the stove in a covered glass dish getting cold. Lydia stood at the sink washing up a few dishes and setting others neatly in the deep metal sink to soak. From time to time she looked over her shoulder at Todd and they smiled to each other. This dinner ad gone surprisingly well. After dinner, with their wine glasses refilled, Lydia invited Todd to the couch and there they sat closer together than Todd had imagined they would. Lydia turned out to be just a little more forward than Todd expected from their first two dates and the wine, a special sangria Lydia said she had made for the occasion, seemed a little more potent, too. Todd was feeling easy from the wine by the time Lydia slid under his arm, pliable, ready to tell a woman anything she might want to hear. Gone were all the thoughts of being trapped by some marriage hungry woman, trying to get to his heart through his stomach, although Lydia had made a good argument for being trapped. Their first kiss was hot and wet. Todd knew better but soon he pressed things just the same. Her breast was ample in his hand and he cupped it as gently as drink and lust would allow. As they kissed she let him have his way and his free hand wandered over her body. Reaching inside her blouse he paused, and pulled away from the kiss, peering deeply into her large brown eyes. She met his gaze expressionless. They kissed again. Gracelessly, Todd nudged her hand and when she didn't respond he softly took her elbow and pushed her hand to his crotch. She understood and began to massage Todd until he had become uncomfortably bound in his jeans. Again he stopped to look at her. "Let's go someplace more comfortable," he whispered. Lydia looked at her hand, then pushed his legs apart and pressed the flat of her palm against his cock. "You're hard." She whispered. Nose to nose he smiled at her. She tilted her head down and looked upward into his eyes. A wry smile crossed her red lips. "Want to play a game?" "Sure. What it is?" "W O S," she said, the letters emerging from her lips one by one, succinctly. "How do you play?" He began as he slowly worked the buttons on her shirt. She squeezed him harder. "Well, you give me control of you orgasm, then I give you control of mine." She unbuttoned the tops of his pants. "What about your sister?" He whispered looking quickly toward the door. Lydia shrugged. "She must have found somebody. I can call her if you like, make sure that it is safe to play." "Maybe you had better." Todd pressed his lips over Lydia's one more time, kissing her deeply. Lydia pulled at his tongue, holding it with her teeth. When she arose her blouse was open and so were Todd's jeans. He could see the red bustier she was wearing and large brown areolas through the opening of her blouse. Watching her walk to the table Todd could think of no time when he had felt such desire for a woman. He noticed that she was still wearing her heels. Heels that he had felt were too severe for a date at home, heels that somehow didn't go with her jeans, or with any jeans. She reached the table and picked up the phone. "So how do you play this game exactly," He asked throwing his arms onto the back of the sofa. He leaned back feeling in control. Excitement flushed through him as he looked down at his own cock tenting his boxers where Lydia had left his pants unbuttoned. Lydia watched him as she worked the phone. "Judging by the way you're sitting, you're ready." She paused momentarily. "Well, you go first, so you have to take your clothes off. Get completely naked." She put the phone to her ear and walked toward the window. Todd thought that he had never seen a woman exude so much sex appeal as Lydia. The casual way she had told him to strip and her nonchalant tone. He couldn't take his eye off of her as she slowly pulled the drapes closed. Lydia watched him as she spoke on the phone. "Hello, it's me." She paused for a moment. "Where are you? Good. How much longer are you going to be? That long? Okay. See you then." "Your sister," Todd asked. Lydia looked at her phone for a minute, fingers dancing on the screen, then turned it toward Todd. "Yes, this is Leticia." The photograph she showed him was of a young woman, much like Lydia with slightly sharper features, maybe taller. She was at the beach wearing a swimsuit that revealed lots of cleavage. Unlike Lydia she had freckles across the bridge of her nose. "She's almost attractive as her sister." Todd said sure that he would score points. "Thank you, now get naked. I'll be right back." "What? Here?" Todd asked standing up. "Yes. Here. We need this couch to play W O S." "Okay baby." He grinned and began to strip, leaving his clothes on a recliner next to the couch. When Lydia returned she had buttoned her blouse again and was carrying some purple cord in her hands. She held up a loop. "Here." Todd looked at her. "Bondage? I'm not into pain and whipping and shit." "Bondage is about giving control of your orgasm to someone else. Don't worry, I'm into pleasure myself. You'll enjoy this. Sit down." Lydia stepped up to him bringing her face close to his. Firmly she took his cock in her hand. "Sit down." Todd's best sense failed him as he let her tie his hands, one to each end of the couch. And it failed him again when he noticed that the finish on the wooden arms of the couch had been worn away where the cord had been tied countless times before. Todd watched as Lydia stepped away from him, facing him down. She began to unbutton her blouse again. One, two, three, her hands moved down below the red bustier. With each button she flicked her wrist and opened her blouse just a little more. A long beautiful neck was matched by two delicate collar bones. Four, five, Todd could see the outlines of her breasts, the soft inner curve of her cleavage. He was hard before, but now he throbbed. Lydia's hands kept moving and as she finished her shirt, she began unzipping her pants. Todd watched her deftly moving before him, standing there in those incredibly impossible shoes. The wine weighed heavy on him as did the food. Given half the chance he would have simply fucked and fallen asleep in a strange bed. "Oh, I'm sorry. No one wants to watch a woman change clothes." Lydia said to him. She leaned forward, her breasts spilling toward Todd. Like a dog who didn't know the length of his own chain, Todd reached for them only to be belayed by the cord before he could reach them. "Well aren't you mister spunky." Lydia reached out and juggled his cock again and set a kiss on his forehead. "I'll be right back." She seemed gone for an eternity. Long enough for Todd to assess his situation: third date, strange apartment, stark naked, tied to the couch. On the plus there was one hot woman in the other room. Still it seemed a little out of control, especially when he heard a key in the door. Todd struggled as the door opened, but there was nothing he could do as Leticia strode into the room and dropped her purse on the table. She turned to face Todd, standing with her hands on her hips. Leticia was wearing a black and dark blue party dress that fanned out from her hips over her black stockings. Like her sister she was wearing spiked heels. Along with the short dress and stockings, those heels made her legs look eternal. True to her photo her face was more refined, her hair much straighter and longer and blacker except for the single light highlight that started at her forehead and chased down her back. "So you are the new boyfriend." Leticia smiled and shook her head like a mother would when meeting a boyfriend that she was not sure about. "Yes," was all that Todd could think to say. "So what are you doing naked on my couch boyfriend?" Leticia asked in a tone that said she didn't really need an answer. Lydia strode into the room wearing the same red bustier and a short black leather skirt. In her hand was a black paddle crop. "We're playing W O S. Want to play?" "That is why I came home. Do you think he is going to make it?" Lydia looked at him and patted her hand with the crop. "No, I don't. He was almost ready to come when I was undressing. So I had to change clothes in the other room." She leaned over and tapped his cock with the crop. "Hey! Wait!" Todd yelled. "You said no pain. Shit, I thought you were going to give me a hand job or something. What is this?" "Oh, you haven't told him how we play?" Leticia asked with a smile. "Then let me show you something." Leticia reached for the remote. "Is the card in there?" "Yes," Lydia replied. As the television came to life, Todd found himself with Lydia on one side and Leticia on the other. They bypassed some crime show and chose the photo mode. The first photo was of another nude man, tied to the same couch. The next was the same, then another and another. "What, what is this?" Todd blurted. "It's our wall of shame. Any man who can hold out for half an hour wins. Those that don't, get a photo on the wall of shame." Lydia said. "We have an internet version." Leticia chirped. "Yes we do!" "Yes and you'll never know when your photo will appear." Leticia added. "Ah, look." Leticia said pointing down between Todd's legs. It was true, Todd was losing his edge. The idea of having a photo of him naked being spread all over who knows were had made him distinctly less interested in sex. Now he convinced himself that he had to do was stay that way. "No, don't. Untie me." Todd said as Lydia took his cock in her hand. "We may need some lube." She told Leticia. "I'll get it." Leticia rose from the couch while Lydia continued to fondle Todd. "You know, about half the guys never make it longer than fifteen minutes." Lydia said. "Lube?" Todd stammered. "Sure, I'll be there are places of pleasure in your body that I'll bet you have never found before." "In?" He shouted. "Wait a minute. Let me up!" Instead of letting Todd up Lydia lowered her head and kissed his soft cock, taking a moment to slowly pull it to length with her lips. A bolt passed through him as she took him in her mouth. He sat upright, pulling at the cords. Lydia took him deeply and then held him as his erection grew and she could hold him no longer. When he was close to full she stopped and kissed him on the mouth, this time pressing her tongue into his mouth in that odd "this is you" moment that so many couples perform after oral sex. "You have such a nice little winky." She said fondling him again. "Do you still want me to untie you?" Todd was breathing hard and fighting with all his thought not to orgasm as Lydia smoothly shook him. "Yes." "In just 30 minutes. You can hold out for thirty minutes can't you?" Lydia began to slowly pull. "Feels so good doesn't it?" Todd struggled, but only half-heartedly. He wrestled with the idea of just sitting back and enjoying what Lydia was doing to him. What was the worst that could happen? "What happens when I last the thirty minutes?" He asked breathlessly. "We switch and you get to try to shame me." Lydia replied. "And your photo goes on the wall?" "Her photo goes on the wall, again, with all the others." Leticia had just walked back into the room. She brought with her a palm size video camcorder on a tripod and a blue bottle that she pitched up on the couch beside Todd. "There you go sis. Give me a minute to set up and then get started. I'll give old," she turned her attention to Todd, "what's your name?" "Todd." "I'll give old quick draw Todd here seven minutes, ten at the most." "Hey wait a minute!" Todd said. "I think he'll go the full thirty." Lydia replied looking at Todd with eyes reminiscent of a teenager with a puppy love crush. She playfully bit at his nipple. "Ready? Go." Leticia said. Lydia kissed Todd on the lips, full and long then rose in front of him. Lifting the hem of her black leather miniskirt she slid her panties down her legs, flashing him. She placed a finger between her legs and reached inside. Todd looked over to see Leticia standing at the counter with a fork and the cold Beef Wellington. She watched intently. As he turned back, Lydia leaned over him and wiped her finger under his nose. The scent was not too strong, but enough that the electric bolt rushed through him again. Lydia now knelt on the floor before him. Like a ballerina playing a rising swan she slowly rose up between his legs and touched soft lips to his. Her finger's played over his body, along his sides where he was ticklish, up under the small of his back, now sticky with perspiration against the cushions of the couch. She pressed her breasts against his chest, the mixed feel of rough lace and soft, erect nipple. The leather of her skirt dangled and danced across his lap. Wet kisses spread across his cheeks. There was a nibble at his ear. The heat from Lydia's body pressed upon him along with her presence. She leaned and took a firm grip on his cock, ringing it at the bottom and pulling hard to the top, twice. Todd fought his feelings, fought the beast that was the basic mechanics of a man. As she kissed the edges of his chin, he understood this was not only a matter of attraction to a beautiful woman, this was the most basic of desires she was cultivating. There was no way to control it. Slowly he rolled his head back, the laid it over to the side as she worked her lips and tongue down his neck. Opening his eyes he saw Leticia sitting by the tripod, scooping a fork full of Beef Wellington into her mouth. Lydia took his cock again, squeezing, then releasing. A deep sigh flew from his lips as he tried to think of something, anything that would work as an antidote to this divine torture. Lydia pressed her lips to his collarbone, then his nipples, each in turn. Now she took him again, just held it in her fist as she bit at his nipple. Todd looked down at the crown of her head, every long black hair, every detail, every movement of her bare shoulders was clear. He noticed Leticia lean forward to watch him, resting her chin on her elbows over her crossed legs, the plate now finished and on the counter. She seemed intent, not smiling, completely consumed by her their actions. He felt Lydia's tongue press into his navel as Leticia looked at her watch. He knew what was coming next and he wondered if there was any way he could hold out. There was no way to know how many minutes had passed and how much time was left to go. The first soft touch of Lydia's tongue sent that now familiar shock through him. Looking down he could see her watching him. Her brown eyes were tastefully made in soft blue and black, her high cheekbones had a soft glow. For a moment he didn't consider what she was doing to him, only her innate beauty. As her tongue danced the length of his erection he felt his whole body tighten. He struggled against the ropes less and less. He could have moved his legs to stop her, but he knew she had him. The question was how long. How much longer could he hold out? The minor clicking sound went unnoticed by Todd as she cupped her mouth over his cock. No longer watching him, she had changed her focus, taking him between wet lips. As she kissed him, taking so much of him into her mouth, he could feel her most of his length. He could still smell her scent faint on his lip. It wouldn't be long now before he failed. He looked to Leticia for something, anything, but she sat intently watching in a chair beside the camera. Then he felt it. First it was nothing but a simple touch, but in a moment it was penetration. "Damn tight boy." Lydia said. "Just relax, just enjoy it." With one hand she took his shaft and stroked it slowly. With the other she began the search for the his spot, slowly massaging him with her strong middle finger until Todd could not take it anymore and dropped his head back against the couch. He took a deep breath and felt her mouth take him again. Her hands worked in unison with her kisses. He could feel himself ready. He tried to hold it back. He tried to think of anything other than what this beautiful woman was doing to him, but he failed. Lydia raised her head before he began to flow. She stroked him with long, slow, purposeful movements and placed her thumb far down between his legs to help massage his delivery along. It took a minute or two of slow work, but soon he lay exhausted. Lydia grinned up at him from between his legs. His cock was still long with afterglow, but now she had left it to die on his belly in his own semen. She freed her digit and rose to look at him. "Shamed you," Lydia teased in a sing song voice as she stood up. She turned toward Leticia. "Pretty good, really," Leticia said, looking at her watch. "Twenty eight minutes. You almost made it. She stood up and left the room returning a few seconds later with a large camera. Lydia washed her hands in the kitchen sink as Leticia took the shame photos of Todd. "We'll post these in a week," she paused, "Unless you want to try and get them back." "How would I do that?" Todd asked. "Go an hour." Leticia said. "But I must say that the technique is a little rougher. No one has made it yet." He looked around the room at the camera and the television and Leticia with Lydia now standing beside her. He looked down at himself, spent, and smiled. * * * The wind was cold and cutting; before him now was the white flaking paint and brass number 29 and the tiny brass peephole that every apartment in the complex shared. Somehow he didn't care about a thing. The film was much more incriminating, so what could a photo of him on obscure website mean? What would a second photo or a third mean? He had been so occupied then, and every waking moment since, that there was no hope for success now. There had to be another reasons to do this he didn't understand. He raised his hand and softly tapped. The door cracked open and a dark eye peered out at him guarded by a chain. This time it was Leticia's turn.