The house is empty. I walk through doing my nightly check of the locks. He’s out of town and you have plans tonight so I’m on my own. A long bath did little to ease the need coiling between my thighs as I think back on our recent activities. I wear a silk dressing gown that leaves nothing to the imagination as I wander through the quiet house, my hair still piled on top of my head from the bath.
Without any sound to warn me, I find my mouth covered and my body pinned to the table. The belt is ripped from my waist and stuffed into my mouth as a gag. A shadow crosses in front of me and pulls open the curtains, allowing moonlight to shine down on my trapped form. The dressing gown is yanked off, leaving me completely exposed. My wrists are pulled back and bound together behind me, further impeding my struggles. As I snarl through the gag, the shadow crosses back into my view and the shape is familiar. I pause. The captor holding me down allows their fingers to slip between my legs, finding the moist evidence of my arousal. I moan, my body betraying me and I hear a chuckle behind my ear, “I see you’ve been taking matters into your own hands while we were away”. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he slides his fingers in and out of my centre. The shadow across from me giggles, revealing the true nature of my attackers. You and he planned this, and tonight it looks like I’ll be the toy instead of you.