I live in a nice, smallish house on a big property with a lot of trees. It's a pretty rural area; my nearest neighbor is about 1/2 mile away. I work with computers so I paid to have a fast Internet connection and I get so much done with how quiet it is. And, when the weather allows, i work outside. This is so much better than an office.
Today I went into town to run a bunch of errands. I thought I'd be gone all afternoon but finished things quicker than expected and got home late afternoon. I pulled into the driveway and immediately noticed that my front door was open. I was sure I had closed it before I left. I park my car at the end of the driveway instead of getting close to the house. Moving quickly, I grab a baseball bat from my trunk and head towards my house.
I take a quick walk around the house and discover a broken window with a bag sitting right outside that window. A quick look in the bag shows me car keys and some tools but no weapons. I grab the car keys and leave everything else. I'm hoping that I've just cut off their escape route.
I enter the house quietly. I don't know why I didn't call the cops at this point, I think I just stopped thinking and was worried about my work computers.
I get to the hall closet, where I keep a handgun on the top shelf. I am able to silently get it down without seeing or hearing anyone. I stop to listen and hear a sound coming from my bedroom. I sneak over there and see a woman rifling through my dresser; her back to me.
I listen for a bit and don't hear anyone else so I'm hoping she is alone. I raise the gun and say "Freeze". She immediately stops. "Stay facing away from me and put your hands flat on the dresser". I'm improvising based upon cop shows I've watched. It seems to work as she quickly does as I asked. She starts to turn around so I yell at her to stop as I click off the safety. She must have recognized that sound as she immediately stopped.
I pull out my phone to call the cops. Without looking at me, she says "Please don't call the cops. Let's work something out."
I stop, don't say a word and stare, waiting for her to continue.
"I can't go to jail. Let's work something out."
I remain silent.
"I don't have money obviously. But maybe we can work something else out. Can I take care of you instead of you calling the police?"
I continue not saying a word; I might have also stopped blinking by this point. I put my phone back in my pocket though she can't see that.
She is wearing a baggy sweater and sweat shorts. What I see of her legs look nice and trim. I tell her to slowly turn around and she does. She notices me looking at her.
"Here, let me show you more" as she removes her sweater. She is wearing a t-shirt under the sweater that is showing me she has a small frame and looks great.
I continue to stay silent. She tells me her name is Ashley and a bit of her life story. I stop her story and tell her that is not an excuse to be robbing me.
She apologizes and removes her sweat shorts. She is standing in a t-shirt and panties. She definitely looks great. Small boobs, great body, toned. My dick is noticing. And she notices that.
"Please. I can see that you like the way I look. Let me fuck you."
Given what she just said, I realize she has not found any of my sex toys. I decide to play along and see what she is willing to do. "My tastes aren't traditional and fucking will not do it for me. Instead, I want you to be a sexual slave for the next three days. During that time, you will not orgasm at all but you will want to. Does that work for you, Ashley? Or should I call the police?"
"Will you hurt me?" she quickly replies.
"No, I won't hurt you. I'm not into pain; it does nothing for me. But you will be in bondage and I will be teasing you extensively. But I will not hurt you."
She pleads "promise?"
"I promise. No pain and I will not hurt you. Though honestly, you are not in much of a position to make a deal."
"Ok, I'll do it. Just don't call the cops." She looks scared.
I tell her to finish getting naked. She does though she is trying to cover herself with her hands. I can't have that so I tell her to take a seat on the bed, spread her legs, and masturbate. She stares at me for a minute without moving. I get tired of waiting and look at her saying, "Should I call the cops or will you do what I ask?"
She sits and starts to rub herself but with her legs barely apart. I tell her, again, to spread those legs and show me what she is doing. She finally listens and keeps rubbing her clit while I watch. After like five minutes, she is getting into it; she closes her eyes and starts rubbing just a bit faster.
After another few minutes, she is worked up. "Ashley, you are not allowed to cum. I want you to keep rubbing but you cannot cum. If you do cum, our deal is off."
"How do I keep going and not cum?" She asks me as she stops rubbing.
"Let's see what you can think of" as I keep watching.
I believe she is getting close to orgasm as her movements have changed. She is rubbing much slower and moving more around her clit and not on it. She moans a little bit and I can see her hips moving a little. To her credit, she keeps going.
After five or so minutes, I tell her to stop and just sit still. I go to my nightstand and grab two pairs of handcuffs. I throw them to her, telling her to put the first pair around her ankles and the second pair around her wrists, with her arms behind her. She quickly follows my instructions.
