Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra Helps Out

(A sequel to "Debra's Anniversary")

(Fictional story about fictional characters)

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Never in a hundred years did Debra Barone dream that the lousy economy would have such a direct and drastic effect on her family; but it had. The economy, coupled with the effects of the digital age, had created a crisis in the Barone household. New York Newsday, where her husband Ray had worked, had furloughed all of its sportswriters; and was now paying them just for the free-lance articles they submitted; that were accepted for publication. She knew "furlough" was just a fancy word for "laid-off." They had eliminated all "staff-writers." She probably should have seen this coming because subscriptions for the newspaper had been falling precipitously for quite some time...no one bought a newspaper anymore; they just read then online. Now, just three months later, they were already starting to feel major effects with their finances. Sure, everyone always tells you to "put away" ten or twenty percent of your income for "a rainy day" or for retirement. Ray did have a retirement account, but he couldn't touch it until he was fifty-five. They had no savings to speak of; how could they; they had three children and a fairly large mortgage. Now they were going to have difficulty making next months payments.

Ray was able to sell a few articles to the paper; but no where near enough to equal his former salary. No one else ever mentioned it; but Debra blamed herself for their lack of financial stability, because she had stopped working outside the home when pregnant with Ally; and had never gone back. She had not produced any income in about eight years.

Ray's overbearing parents, Marie and Frank, lived right across the street; but they had not offered any financial assistance; and Ray would never ask. They were a strange family...his parents would jump at the chance to help out with the kids, or around the house; but they were as tight with their money as a fat man's belt. Ray's brother Robert was a Sergeant with the NYPD, but he had borrowed money from her and Ray; so he would be no help.

Debra knew that after paying the next months bills; they would essentially be out of cash; so she was desperate. She remembered that her friend, and professional photographer, Sheila had mentioned that she sometimes took photographs of models and sold them to "niche" magazines...magazines that had a very limited and select clientele. She knew the twins, Michael and Geoffrey, needed new sneakers; and that Ally had school pictures coming up next month; so she decided to call Sheila.

Sheila was overjoyed to hear from Debra, but sympathized with her predicament. She thought for a moment, and then told Debra that she thought she may have the perfect assignment for her; as long as she didn't mind getting kinky...and naked. Debra was intimately acquainted with Sheila and had expected the latter. She would just tell Ray that the pictures were for advertisements; like being a "hand" model for dish detergent or something. Sheila mentioned the compensation amount; and Debra accepted immediately; although the inflated amount suggested to her that it must be something really kinky. Sheila told her that she did not have to bring anything special to the sitting; and they made an appointment.

When she arrived at Sheila's garage studio; the two friends embraced and quickly went upstairs to discuss the shoot. To say it was a garage studio was to give it an injustice: the garage was a full three car building; with a full second floor. The studio was as large as a small house. Debra had been there before when having boudoir photos taken for her tenth anniversary...and things had gotten out of hand. She, Sheila , Sheila's husband Bill, and his business partner George; had all had a very erotic encounter that day...one she would never forget. The two friends sat on a comfy sofa in the office area of the studio; and Sheila began to explain about the photo shoot.

"I have several magazines I submit photos to," she began, "and I think I have one that would be perfect for you. I take some pictures for "Jugz" magazine; but they really want obscenely enormous breasts. Your breasts are magnificent; just not grossly over-sized. I think you are perfect for the bondage magazine I submit photos to. You could probably even wear a mask to cover your face...just in case someone you know should see them. So what do you think, Debra?"

"If you weren't kidding about the money you quoted me on the phone; I'm definitely in," answered Debra without hesitating.

"Great, " Sheila exclaimed, "since I already knew your size, I hung some outfits in the changing room for you. Why don't you go change, and I'll set up the cameras. Meet you in the 'bedroom.' "

Debra eagerly entered the changing room, and found some leather clothes hanging on hooks, waiting for her. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and shoes, and examined the leathers. The leather pants were very tight and she had a difficult time pulling them up to her waist. They actually didn't come all the way to her waist; they were very low hip-huggers. She chuckled to herself when she saw they had a zipper that went all the way from the rear waistband, down under the crotch, all the way up to the front waistband; so that when the zipper was opened; both her ass and her pubic area would be exposed. She smiled when she remembered she had shaved herself completely that morning in anticipation of something just like this.

She next donned a short leather vest , that zipped up the front, and squeezed her chest like an old fashioned corset. The vest also had zippers at strategic locations: there was a zipper across each nipple area. The vest itself was so short that her whole stomach, and belly button , area was exposed. She had to admit it was very erotic. The hip-huggers were so low that they only came to about an inch above her slit; and actually left some of her ass crack exposed. The remaining article of clothing was a full leather hood; it reminded her of "Batman's " cowl. The hood would cover her whole head; and also had zippers for the mouth and eyes. Without putting on the hood; she scrutinized her figure in the full-length mirror; and found herself getting aroused. She really did look hot...and she still had the zippers closed. The outfit was so tight that it emphasized the little paunch she had around the middle; but she still knew she looked sexy. The final addition to the outfit was a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs.

In the distance she heard Sheila call, "are you about ready, or do you need some help in there."

Debra answered her by emerging from the changing room and waddling into the "bedroom." The outfit was so tight-fitting that she had difficulty maneuvering her way. The "bedroom" was so named because it contained a huge brass bed used for boudoir photographs. Debra observed that the bed had been pushed to one wall; and there were several other pieces of furniture; more accurately labeled "apparatus," in the room.

Sheila whistled appreciatively, and exclaimed, " you look stunning Debra; the long red hair will be the highlight of the outfit. It will frame the hood when you put it on."

Sheila took the hood from Debra; opened the three zippers; and helped her pull it down over her head; completely obscuring everything but her eyes and lips. As she predicted; the red hair protruding under the hood was very sensuous. She had drawn down a faded-brick looking background; and had Debra stand in front of it while striking several poses. Debra had trouble hearing Sheila's directions with the tight hood covering her ears, and several times had to ask her to repeat them. Sheila understood; and tried to just manually move Debra's body into the desired poses. She unzipped the zipper covering Debra's left nipple, and her breast escaped through the opening ; pushing and twisting itself obscenely. After snapping a couple photos; she similarly released the right zipper; and Debra's other breast exploded through the opening under pressure. Her nipples were a bright red, where they had been irritated by the rough zippers.

Sheila slowly unzipped the crotch zipper, all the way from front to back, taking pictures every couple of inches. When Debra's ass cheeks had squeezed through the opening completely; Sheila directed her to turn around and bend over to touch her toes. Her ass looked much bigger than it actually was, being forced out through the zipper opening. When she bent over; Sheila could see her, now moist, slit between her legs and focused the camera on it. She instructed Debra to reach behind her and spread her cheeks. Sheila took a few more shots, and then told Debra to relax for a few minutes while she positioned some props. Debra took the opportunity to remove the hood because it was incredibly tight and hot.

Meanwhile, Sheila was moving a couple of wooden sawhorses, and crates in front of the fake brick wall and the effect was very rough and primitive. She informed Debra that the aficionados of the bondage magazines seemed to enjoy things crude and tough. She took the break as an occasion to rub some lubrication on Debra's exposed nipples and around her mound. She said the sheen would look more erotic in the pictures. When Debra had tugged the hood back on, and they resumed the shoot; Sheila had Debra sit on one of the crates and spread her legs wide. With the zipper completely open; Debra's slightly parted pussy lips were on display. Sheila actually focused an intense light between her legs to highlight Debra's cunt. She asked Debra to use the fingers on both hands to spread her pussy lips as far as she could. Sheila was amazed what a bright shade of pink the lights caused the inside of Debra's cunt to exude. She knew these shots were golden.

Sheila asked Debra, "are you game for a couple of more extreme shots? I think I can get you a little more money."

"Every little bit will help," replied Debra, "this hood is making me more brave."

Sheila opened her prop cabinet, and produced some wooden clothespins and an empty beer bottle.

As she approached Debra, Sheila admitted, "this may sting a little, but no pain...no gain."

She proceeded to clamp a clothespin onto each of Debra's gumdrop sized nipples. Debra groaned slightly; saw that Sheila still had two clothespins remaining; read her mind; and spread her legs. With one hand, Sheila pulled Debra's cunt lips out, then clipped a clothespin to each. Debra was surprised that the ones on her nipples actually hurt more; but even that pain was beginning to dull already. Sheila had a satisfied smile on her face as she snapped pictures. She asked Debra if she would mind inserting the tip of the bottle into her slit. Debra rubbed the neck of the bottle up and down her slit, lubricating it; and then slid the tip inside her cunt.

The clamped nipples; the clothespins on her cunt lips; and now the tip of the bottle tickling the inside of her pussy; and Debra was incredibly aroused. She began working the bottle inside her even farther; all the while Sheila was taking photos. Debra had five inches of the glass bottle inside her cunt and began fucking herself with it...she couldn't help herself. Sheila got as close to Debra as she could, focusing on the bottle penetrating her cunt at a blazing speed. Just as she thought Debra was approaching her climax; Sheila released the two clothespins on her nipples. The sudden rush of blood back into her sensitive nipples was unbelievably painful; and yet stimulating at the same time. Debra jammed the bottle up into her pussy; leaned back; and shrieked; as her body shuddered and jerked.

She had released the bottle, and Sheila eased it out of her pussy; discharging a stream of fluid onto the floor. Sheila unclamped Debra's cunt lips; and assisted Debra in removing the leather hood. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed from her orgasm, and the restraint of the hood.

"Holy crap," declared Debra, "sorry about that; I just got carried away."

"No need to apologize Debra," Sheila assured her, "I got some great shots; you get yourself together; get dressed; and I'll have your cash ready."

Debra took a few minutes to recover; got dressed; and gratefully accepted her compensation. Sheila implored her to call if she ever needed money again; and Debra pledged that she would.

She had made enough money to completely cover the next month's bills, and felt a sense of pride that she had finally contributed to the family income. The problem was, that the next month, the same bills needed paying; along with their school tax bill, and Ray was still not working steady. He had sold a few free-lance articles, but not nearly enough to cover their debts. With some trepidation, she again called her friend Sheila to inquire about possible employment. Sheila informed her that she was pretty slow right now, but they could take some file photos in case a future order came through. She hesitated a moment; and then told Debra that if she was in desperate need of money; she knew of a bondage club that was always on the lookout for a new "subject."

Debra was indeed feeling desperate; and expressed interest in the club. Sheila told her that it would pay extyremely well, but would involve total submission to the club members; and she would have to agree to let them "use" her any way they pleased.

Debra paused for a few moments; contemplating the possibilities of such an agreement; then replied, "I'm interested...as long as they agree that nothing can leave marks that last more than a few hours." Sheila told Debra that she would contact the club; show them some of Debra's pictures; and if they agreed to the terms, she would connect with Debra with a date.

Two days later, Sheila called Debra and asked her to be at a certain address on Saturday evening, and be prepared to spend several hours. She assured Debra that the people were acquaintances of hers and she would be perfectly safe. Ray was actually overjoyed to hear that she had another photo shoot...he had already received a few "second notices" from some of their creditors. He didn't even ask his usual "twenty questions" about the job. He volunteered to watch the kids all evening; and Debra knew he would be sharing the duties with his mother. Marie was a real overbearing bitch most of the time; but she was great with the kids.

As Debra drove the short distance to the address Sheila had given her, she was thinking that she couldn't imagine there were things like this going on so close to her own home. She was beginning to have second thoughts about the neighborhood she lived in...and for once; the reason wasn't her in-laws. She guessed Robert was right when he said that you just never knew what was going on behind closed doors. She laughed under her breath and reminded herself, that she shouldn't "throw stones," because here she was going to join them. She didn't really know much about the bondage fetish; but she had let Sheila take those pictures, so she assumed that there would probably be some domination involved. She was becoming slightly aroused at the thought of being totally submissive to strange men. Sheila had told her not to bring any extra clothes, because whatever they wanted her to wear; they would provide. She found the house, and was fully impressed with the neighborhood. It was only a few blocks from Montauk Beach; and all the homes were extremely elegant and expensive

She hurriedly applied some bright red lipstick (Maraschino Cherry, it was called), using the rearview mirror; walked the long length of the driveway; and rang the bell. In the background, she could hear many distant voices engaged in conversation; as the door was opened by a very tall, very handsome, distinguished looking man; she judged to be in his late forties.

He immediately extended his hand and politely introduced himself, " hi, I'm Doug; you must be Debra. Please come in. Sheila has told me all about you, and we're delighted that you decided to join us this evening." He helped her off with her coat; hung it in the foyer; and motioned for her to follow him down a long hallway, saying, "everyone is down in the "Rec" room waiting...they can't wait to meet you."

He couldn't have seemed any more pleasant; but suddenly Debra was having doubts about the evening ahead. She didn't know why; maybe it was the sound of all the strange voices; or just the unknown in general. When they had descended into the recreation room in the basement, Debra was convinced that she wanted to be filthy, stinking rich. The "Rec" room was larger than her whole downstairs area; with a twelve foot ceiling. She quickly took count of the number of people in the room; and there were seven others; not counting her and Doug...and they were all men. Men wearing all types of leather outfits; some revealing, and some not. Upon seeing Debra they all formed a haphazard line by Doug; and he proceeded to introduce them. Debra couldn't remember all their names, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. The men were of all sizes and shapes. Five white and three black. One of the black men was conspicuous because of his size...he was abnormally large. He must have been six feet, ten inches tall; and solid. He must have noticed Debra staring because he introduced himself as Jerome; saying

he had played college football until he blew out his knee; now he was a successful sports agent.

Doug sat Debra on a large, overstuffed sofa; and tried to explain the ground-rules for the evening; "you see Debra, we are all very successful and of considerable wealth; and consequently have extremely boring lives. We all get together on the weekends to have a little fun. Sometimes the wives join us; sometimes, like tonight, they do not. We are not into extreme pain, or anything of the kind; but we do like to dominate. We promise you that you will not actually be harmed; Sheila explained about the "leave no marks" clause, and we understand. We have modified all our whips, so that they will be lightly felt; but not leave any signs. Your "safe word" for the evening will be "Sheila." If at any time you utter that word; the evening will come to a close immediately. Basically, your only job is to allow us to possess your body tonight. If you agree to these terms; please step into the bathroom and change into just the robe hanging there; and the heels...Sheila was kind enough to provide your size," and he indicated a door on the side of the room.

Debra, nervous but not frightened, nodded her approval; rose to her feet; and entered the Recreation room bathroom. It was amazing. The bathroom was larger than the one she shared with Ray. It was tile everywhere, and she noticed that the toilet even had a bidet. The tub/shower enclosure and sink looked like they were marble, with ornate brass fixtures. She quickly stripped off all her clothes, and slipped into the extremely lush white terrycloth robe, and the five-inch black stiletto heels. The heels stretched her legs taut and made them seem endlessly long. She fluffed her long red hair, making sure it cascaded sensuously down her back and shoulders.

When she emerged from the bathroom Doug had changed into leather pants, with a strategic round cut-out in the crotch area that left his long ,slender cock dangling for all to see. He also wore an open black leather vest. She hadn't noticed before because they were all crowded together, but a couple others had on similar pants. The sofa had been pushed up against a wall and replaced with a strange looking apparatus. When Debra saw it, all she could think of, was the platform that the knife thrower at the circus uses to attach his victim to, when he spins her around and throws his knives blindfolded. Except it wasn't a circle; it was more like a giant X; with straps attached at the tips of the extensions, and a wide leather belt in the middle , at the intersection. It didn't take a vivid imagination to guess that before long she would be strapped to that apparatus.