She knew that his fantasy had always been to be dominated by a woman, a stranger. He wanted to be kidnapped, blindfolded, given the sensation of "threat" and sucked and fucked until he screamed.
She'd been planning this for quite some time. She'd always been the "bottom", the submissive. But for once, she was going to show him that a woman could be tough. She'd snuck out and had a key to his apartment duplicated, so she could get in without breaking in. She also knew he worked late on Wednesdays. So that left the "scene." She dressed in all black - black miniskirt, no bra, see-through top, and completed it with a mask. She made sure the apartment was dark, and even bought a toy cap gun - to add to the illusion.
He'd been working hard all day. These 12-hour Wednesdays were no treat. All he wanted was to settle down with dinner, coffee and some television before he went to bed. He came home, unlocked the door, checked the mail that had been tossed through the slot, and threw his keys on the end table, taking a moment to pet the cat that came bounding toward him with a large "meow." He took off his shoes and tie, started to unbutton his shirt and headed toward the bedroom to change.
When he walked in and went to flick the switch, nothing happened. "Damn," he said out loud. Ah well. He'd change in the dark. Wouldn't be the first time. As he stepped toward his dresser, there was suddenly an arm around his neck, and the sensation of cold metal at his temple. "Don't fucking move," he heard the person whisper. His heart was beating fast. "I'm not moving - take whatever you want," he stuttered. "Tie this around your eyes," he heard and was handed a length of black cotton cloth. He tied it and heard another whisper of "tighter" - so he tied it as tightly as he could. "Hands on your head," he heard and folded his hands atop his head.
The person dragged him over to the bed and sat him down. He could smell lavender - and suddenly realized that the person assaulting him was a woman!
"Lie down," he heard in a deep, husky voice. He laid back on the bed and felt his hands being locked into cuffs, one by one. As he realized what might happen, he felt the erection growing between his legs and pressed his hips upward. Once again, he felt the cold metal, but this time against his neck. "Did I tell you to fucking move?" she asked. "No ma'am, sorry ma'am." He replied.
She unbuttoned his shirt and ran fingernails down his chest. He sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. "Now," she said, "I'm going to have some fun. And you're going to do EXACTLY what I say, got it?"
