schedule for an uber to take you the short distance from the airport. All of this being advantageous for my plans.
The night you arrived, your flight was delayed even later than it was already scheduled. Other than that, the trip home was quite uneventful and you texted me to let me know you had touched down. I decided it was best not to answer. Your Uber driver helped you unload your bags and you lugged them into your building, eager to get inside. As you unlocked your apartment and felt your hand push open the familiar door, the smell of your own space brought a welcome relief.
“Finally..” you say with a sigh. Kicking off your shoes you drag your bags down the hall into your room. Just as you’d left it, save a bottle of wine you knew could’ve only come from one person. You smile to yourself as you start peeling off your clothes, anxious to wash off the feeling of airports and travel. The sensation of showering at home was supreme. Relaxation washed over you in waves as you rinsed out the second round of conditioner from your golden curls. You didn’t even bother getting dressed or covering up as you step into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine that had been left as a welcome home gift. Pouring a glass, you quickly down it before grabbing another to sip on while you sink into bed and read the rest of the smutty novel you had downloaded while waiting for your last flight out of O’Hare. Though you felt relieved to be home, a small tinge of regret that I wasn’t there with you crept into your mind. This was compounded by the increasingly intense scenes in your novel which, along with the wine, was leaving you flushed and frustrated. Looking over to your bags, you realize that your favorite toy was practically buried under all of your things and you decided to hold off on digging it out until morning. As the exhaustion begins to take you, you think to yourself that you can’t remember ever feeling so tired..
Thoughts of being carried trouble your sleeping mind. Along with it, a sensation of helplessness permeates your vague dream. Almost like a nightmare of sleep paralysis where your mind is awake but your body hasn’t quite caught up yet. You can’t move, there is darkness everywhere you look, and when you try and cry out for help all you can manage is a gasp. After what seems like an eternity the dream fades and you feel at rest once again.
Finally waking, you’re overwhelmed with grogginess. “Weird, it’s still dark” you think to yourself as you slowly open your eyes. But in only a split second you realize that you still can’t move, and the darkness is being forced on you by something covering your face. Fear floods over you as you pull at your hands and feet which are spread in all directions and held tightly at the wrists and ankles. You scream weakly as you struggle when your ears suddenly register a cold synthesized voice that says “no one will hear you, but if you don’t stop screaming you will be gagged.” Terrified at the realization of what you just heard, you scream again but stronger this time. “You were warned..” the voice drones. A strong gloved hand twists through your hair and as you open your mouth to scream again it is quickly filled with a large ball gag. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as the hope that this was still a dream shrinks away.
The cold, robotic voice pierces the otherwise silent space. “I promise that, if you’re a good girl, you will be home for dinner. Although maybe a little worse for wear.”
“Where am I? What the fuck is happening? What is that supposed to mean?” your mind races.
“You will not be freed until I am done with you. The more you fight, the worse it will be, and the longer this will take.” the mechanical voice dictates.
Your eyes widen under the blindfold and tears begin to stream down your face as you fight against your bindings. A sudden sharp snap of electricity prods the right side of your body and a yelp escapes you.
“This will be your last warning before I begin to turn up the voltage. Cooperate and be good for me, and you will be just fine. Continue to resist and there will be much more pain than pleasure.” the voice echoed.
More pain than pleasure? What was about to happen to you?
A gloved hand once again runs over your hair and you reflexively shy away from it. “Will you be a good girl for me?” the voice asks. Realizing you are in no position to say no, you nod your head and fight back a sob.
“Good. Then let’s begin.” the voice says with no change in tone or inflection.
Hands begin to run over your body. As they lightly stroke your exposed form, you realize how vulnerable you are. Legs spread wide by the ankles, and hands outstretched above your head, the only thing covering your body is the thick cloth over your eyes. To your surprise, your body begins to betray you. As you feel the smooth leather trace over your nipples, your skin begins to feel flush and a warmth grows between your legs. One hand remains while the other trails down to the freshly shaved mound of your pussy. Distracted from your previously overwhelming fear you begin to react and arch towards your captors exploring hand.
“Why am I enjoying this?” is the only thing running through your mind when suddenly the hands pull away. You feel the presence of the stranger fade away and footsteps move from one side of the room to another before returning to your side. A velvety clamp is placed over one of your nipples, and then the other. With a click, each of them hums to life and you gasp through the gag. You writhe responsively to the vibration and are quickly met with the same electrical snap, this time feeling the pain of it on your lower stomach.
“Stay still.” the voice commands. You do your best to remain motionless but begin to feel yourself getting wet. You feel the hands lift at your right thigh and several cold straps slip beneath it. As they’re buckled into place, something firm presses into your clit. Within seconds of contact this “something” began to vibrate. Fading in, the intensity began as a tease. Every inhibition you were holding onto began to fade inversely as it grew stronger and stronger. Your breathing becomes ragged, you can’t move to get away from the now powerful vibrations being held against you, and a powerful climax begins to erupt through your entire body. As you convulse, the vibration subsides, and you try desperately to catch your breath. You feel the soreness in your jaw from biting down on the ball gag forcing your mouth open and a strangely familiar laugh invades your ears.
A now bare hand gently meets your cheek before quickly unlatching the buckle securing the gag and as it leaves your lips you take your first uninhibited breath in what seems like forever. “Who the fuck are you?” you manage to ask shakily as the clamps on your nipples continue to undulate against your chest.
The Blindfold is suddenly pulled from your eyes, and even in the dimly lit room it takes a moment for them to come into focus. As they do, you’re met with a face that you know but did not expect; mine. “You hadn’t already figured it out?” I ask, knowing the answer. Your lips part and you manage to blurt out in anger and confusion “What the fuck Jared why would you do this?” My response chills and excites you all at once, “You know this is what you wanted. You’ve admitted to me that this is one of your darkest fantasies and I thought that making it real for you would be something you would never forget. Did you enjoy the wine I left for you? The fact that you didn’t hesitate to dive into it made bringing you here much easier. I was waiting in your brother’s room for you to get home and then fall asleep. The wine had a little something extra to help speed things up.”
Your mind reeled. The fact that your kidnapper was someone so close to you was such a confusing idea to process. “W-will you let me out now?” you ask shyly, drool from the gag still running down your chin and dried streams of tears painted down your face.
“Mmm, I don’t think were done here. I realize I’ve lost the veil of theatrics that I worked so hard to create for you, but I have you right where I want you. Three months is far too long to go without you..” I say with a smile. “I will let you go when I’m done and I feel like you are truly broken. Now I’m hoping that you feel just a bit more comfortable with this whole deal, but I’ll ask you again. Will you be a good girl for me?”
Hesitating, you nod your head in agreement.
“What’s that little girl? You’re going to have to use your words” I assert.
“Y-yes..” you manage to say after a brief pause.
“Yes what?” I command.
“Yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you..” and your response is exactly what I had hoped to hear.
“Good.” My matter-of-factly response echoes in the mostly empty room. As I move away from you, you notice a small table covered in various toys and other objects that you can’t quite make out from where you lie. Returning to your side, I hold a wide leather paddle and take a few testing slaps against my own hand before removing the clamps from your nipples. The dull vibration had faded into the background amongst the symphony of sensation and the turmoil in your mind over the last few moments, but now that they had been removed it was liberating. Your heavy sigh cues me into your body’s response.
“Don’t get too comfortable, what’s next might be worse.” but just as the words have left my lips, I let the paddle down over one of your nipples with an ear-splitting crack. Though the noise was much worse than the sudden pain, you cry out and before you can take another breath the paddle lands over your other nipple with the same deafening intensity. I let you begin to catch your breath and adjust to prepare for what’s to come. Reaching down, I turn the wand between your legs back on and slowly adjust it to a medium intensity. A devilish grin spreads across my face as you fruitlessly try to squirm away. Without warning, I begin to assault your breast with the paddle. These blows carry less force but follow a steady rhythm. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap joins the chorus of the buzzing wand and the moans escaping you, the metronomic blows increasing in intensity every few measures as the pressure building inside of you begins to get closer and closer to the boiling point.
I stand back to admire my work and notice that welts and light bruises have begun to form on your flushed skin. Your breathing becomes labored and you’re just barely able to cry out “fuckk daddy I’m gonna cummmm!” But I already knew. With one hand on the speed controller for the wand, the other found your throat just as I turned it up to its maximum. As I firmly gripped your neck, the increased stimulation pushed you over the edge. Your eyes rolled, your face reddened, and your jaw went slack as your cum soaked the bed. It seemed to go on forever and you screamed, unable to form words through the forced pleasure so powerful that it bordered on pain. After a moment you were finally able to gasp something along the lines of not being able to breathe, though the actual words used were nearly unintelligible.
My hand slackens around your throat and I turn the vibration completely off. Sitting next to you on the bed I lean down to kiss your forehead before stroking your hair. Your body trembles and you struggle to catch your breath. Realizing you may be close to your limit I begin to undo the restraints on your wrists and ankles. Pulling your hands in close to yourself feels almost alien and you shift onto your side, burying your face in my chest and feeling unusually small. You’re not sure how long we laid there, my arms around you and a hand running through your golden curls. After a while your body begins to normalize, all of the endorphins and adrenaline that had been coursing through your body began to fade away and you felt an overwhelming drop as they left you. Tears began to pour from your eyes, and you couldn’t keep yourself from sobbing.
“Awe baby, I hadn’t expected you to feel this much of a sub drop so quickly, but I guess this was a pretty extreme situation I put you through.” I say, stroking your back and trying my best to console you. You weren’t even able to vocalize any of your thoughts or emotions. “This was incredible, and terrifying all at once. I can’t believe he did this for me, to me. How could he do this?” you muse. The conflict inside of you paired with your sudden lack of feel-good chemicals were almost as overwhelming as the orgasms you just had.
“Shhh, its ok baby, daddy’s here for you. Let it out, I promise you’ll feel better.” My voice reassures you. A kiss on your forehead begins to spread warmth through your body. Exhaustion takes us, and in each other’s arms we drift into a deep sleep..
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