It Started As A Fantasy 1

I have wondered about the beginning of this tale, how to properly explain the details, setting the stage adequately for what is to come. Many feelings are jumbled together, minor points glossed over to become lost in the narrative but, hopefully, what remains will be an interesting enough story to capture the attention of the reader. We shall see.

I was taking a break from humdrum life by spending the winter on Cape Cod, the reverse of what most people would find exciting. Nevertheless, Cape Cod in the winter is unique in its own way and the setting provides inspiration and a sense of calm that is difficult to match in other locations. My weekly routine was fairly simple, food shopping midweek, takeout pizza on Friday evening and dinner in a pub on Saturday. Chores and personal business took up the rest of the time so it was a nice, solitary lifestyle.

One Saturday night I ran into a friendly fellow named Mike while having dinner at the bar of a local pub. We had a couple of beers together and some laughs in the process. Nothing special for the evening but he was a local and had some insight into the local happenings which was fun to hear about. The following Wednesday I ran into him while grocery shopping and we set a date for dinner the next Saturday and I looked forward to it.

Over dinner we got to know each other a little better and shared some stories about our regular lives and told some tales about silly things that happened while living them. One of his stories was really unique and caught my interest. The story concerned how he met his current girlfriend, an attractive lady named Antoinette, and how their relationship blossomed due to shared interests.

It seems that Mike perused the want ads and dating sites looking for potential hookups and one day came across an ad from a woman seeking a man for something a bit different but without much detail. He was intrigued so he responded to get more information. As it turned out this information, which was divulged over several weeks of back and forth emails, was that this woman had a fantasy about being kidnapped and held, naked and alone, in an isolated location. Naturally this fantasy could only be realized with someone that she felt she could trust but who would also take control to make it realistic. Over time they got used to chatting and agreed to meet for coffee in one of the local spots. They got along well and soon it was agreed that Mike would stage a faux kidnapping so that Antoinette could live her fantasy.

On the day of the event Antoinette would drive to Mike's house on the pretense of checking it while he was away, and run into a trespasser who would do whatever had to be done for her to live out a realistic scene. Now Mike is an ex-Marine who took his work seriously and surprised Antoinette when she entered the house, putting a black bag over her head and holding a pretend knife to her throat to gain her submission. Once she was under his control he took her to a shed on the rear of his property, made her strip naked and then he tied her to a center support column. He had her keep on the black hood so it was impossible to see anything and he inserted a ball gag into her mouth so she could not scream. Once this was accomplished, he left her to ponder her fate at the hands of the "kidnapper" for a few tense hours during which he fastened nipple clips and inserted an anal hook attached to a leather collar.

All in all Antoinette got to live her fantasy and Mike got to do something unique to break up the tedium of the week. They met several times after that and got to learn that they shared a fetish for bondage and BDSM. Their stars had aligned and they managed to find each other so that they could share interesting experiences. I enjoyed hearing about their meeting, their adventure and how their relationship developed. I will also admit that I was aroused in the process and Mike was not blind to this fact.

When we finished dinner Mike suggested that I accompany him back to his place so that I could see where the "kidnapping" took place and visit the shed where Antoinette was held captive to better understand how it came together. I jumped at the chance to see the setting and relive the scene in my imagination so I readily agreed to Mike's suggestion.

After a very short drive we arrived at Mike's cottage and while smaller than I imagined it did fit the narrative quite nicely. Going inside Mike offered a drink, which I gratefully accepted. He let me look around as he prepared the drinks and I noticed several photos a very attractive woman on a bookcase among other souvenir and mementos of his life. Returning to the living room Mike answered my unspoken question about the woman; it indeed was Antoinette. He went on to say that he had others on his computer and he was happily show them to me if I was interested in seeing them. I replied in the affirmative so he walked to his desk and opened his computer and with a few clicks brought up a series of images of a lovely woman, naked except for high heels, stockings and garters and a delicate black mask. I was totally captivated by her animal beauty, like a sleek panther but without hair anywhere but her head. Mike smiled as he looked at me, understanding how I felt as I admired his naked woman.

Mike broke the silence by asking if I wanted to see the shed where he kept Antoinette for a few hours knowing that I would not resist the invitation. Walking outside I asked if Antoinette ever shared her feelings about the scene that they played together. Mike grinned and said yes but added that she said the certain parts had to be experienced to be appreciated although she would be happy to tell me in person if I wanted to meet her to discuss it. She was not shy and enjoyed talking about sexual matters whenever the opportunity arose, and the situation was right. I stopped walking and asked what he meant by the last part. His answer was straightforward although not what I expected. Mike said that Antoinette did not like to feel in a submissive position when discussing her experiences so she insists that the person asking the questions be restrained and unclothed to provide her with certain leverage over the situation. If those conditions were acceptable to me then he would arrange things. I thought for a quick minute and agreed to the terms since it was exciting to imagine meeting an attractive woman while naked.

We entered the shed and Mike flipped on the light, a single overhead bulb near the center column. As I looked around Mike walked over to the side to make a phone call that was very quick. When he came back he said that, while short notice, Antoinette agreed to a meeting later tonight if that worked for me. I agreed and thanked him for setting it up so quickly and we started walking back to the cottage.

When we got to the cottage Mike went to make another drink for us and I sat on the couch pondering the evening ahead. I imagined sitting naked in a chair while discussing someone's fantasy and the effects of it playing out in real life. A wonderful opportunity to get inside a person's head and hear of an experience firsthand.

Mike returned and remarked how I should have used the time to get out of my clothes and get my thoughts together for the talk with Antoinette. His tone was stern and his words direct; I immediately stood up and wondered how to approach this. Mike directed me to remove my shirt and tee shirt, followed by my shoes and socks and finally my jeans and briefs. I complied without hesitation and this submissive behavior brought a smile to Mike's face. He said that he knew that I would obey commands and that is a good thing.

When I was naked Mike walked me over to a double doorway between the living room and his office area and I noticed for the first time, four eye hooks in the framed opening. Two were ankle high and two were slightly higher than my shoulders, and the opening was large enough for a man to stretch his arms wide without touching either side. Mike handed me four leather cuffs, each with a chrome ring incorporated into the design, and he told me to put them on. He did not offer guidance or further instruction but matter-of-factly said "Put these on." I did as I was told without protest.

Once I had put on the cuffs Mike took adjustable straps with spring clasps to attach the cuff rings to the eye hooks mounted on the doorway frame and pulled them tight so that my arms were outstretched and my legs spread wide; I was spreadeagle in the doorway and securely fastened to it. Next came a leather collar with a chrome ring and a ball gag that fastened behind my head. Mike must have read my mind since he said that I should not worry, the gag would be removed when I was speaking to Antoinette, it was just a temporary measure. Mike walked behind me and things became quiet. Suddenly a heavy black bag was placed on my head and I was told to relax.

My predicament was becoming quite clear particularly since I was immobilized, gagged and wearing a heavy hood. I went along with a scenario that was to give me an interesting story from a beautiful woman and now I was trapped like a fly in a spider's web. I hoped that my ordeal would not last too long since my joints were getting stiff and my jaw was starting to ache, although I was starting to become aroused in anticipation of what was to come. My dick was getting very hard and my nipples were starting to tingle and beg for attention. Almost on cue I felt a soft touch on my cock and a gentle stroking began. Fingers caressed my nipples before lightly weighted clips were attached to provide a constant pressure. Within a few minutes I started to moan into the gag and rotate my hips, anxious to feel the release that was building inside of me. If this was the beginning of my conversation with Antionette, I could not wait to delve deeper into her story.

As I lingered in my thoughts I felt a warm mouth on my stiff dick and a talented tongue begin to lick the head. My cock was drawn deeper into this warm, wet mouth and I felt the shaft enter a nice, tight throat, balls deep. I could hardly contain myself and I struggled to keep my orgasm in check. Suddenly I heard the sound of a door slam in the adjoining room and my cock was taken from its warm, cozy shelter and thrust out into the open air again. A strong rebuke in a female's voice followed almost immediately: "Who gave you permission to suck his dick? Do you think that you can decide who to fondle and lick? What if he came? Clearly you forgot an important lesson and you will have to suffer the consequences."

The hood was removed and I could finally see the mistress of the house. She was beautiful, more beautiful than her photos, and exotic, olive complexion, black hair, nice orange-sized breasts and smooth as a seal pup all over. She stood in front of me, completely nude except for high heeled leather boots, carrying a small cat o' nine tails, a cat. She stared into my eyes and smiled and then looked over at Mike, completely naked, kneeling off to the side. Antoinette walked behind me and unbuckled the ball gag, removing it for me. She politely asked how I felt and if I wanted anything, before letting her whip trace a soft line on my chest and the tails drape themselves over my cock. She moved past me and stood directly in front of Mike, stroking her whip and then in a flash let the tails land on Mike's exposed ass. He cried out in pain and surprise and this brought another lash but no further sound from him. She moved closer to Mike's face and quietly said, "Lick me." Without hesitation Mike licked her smooth pussy and pushed his tongue into crease. The look of pleasure on Antoinette's face said it all.

Walking back to me Antoinette said that she was pleased to meet me and that she was glad to hear that I was interested in her fantasy. I found it hard to concentrate while looking at this stunning woman and told her that her beauty proved to be a distraction for me. She smiled and straddled my right leg as we continued our talk and she told me about being kidnapped and bound in a shed. My leg was getting wet from her juices and my dick was getting rock hard. She reached over to my cock and gently stroked it while humping my leg to pleasure herself. Mike continued to kneel on the side but in a moment of compassion Antoinette told him that he could suck my cock but I was not to come. Mike thanked her and crawled over to my dick to begin what proved to be a wonderful blowjob.

Antoinette was the first to break the circle of sex as she got off my leg and tapped Mike on the shoulder as a signal that it was time to move on. Antoinette told Mike to undo my restraints and walked off in the direction of the bedroom. Mike and I followed without making a sound and arrived to see Antoinette reclining on the bed in the master bedroom, her right hand fingering her pussy lips. She told Mike to get onto the bed and to lick her pussy until she tells him to stop. She then looked at me and told me to get behind Mike to fuck him in the ass. She told me that Mike understands his punishment and will be an accommodating lay. If he does not do what is required of him, or if I decide that I would prefer not to sodomize him, there would be consequences. Mike seemed genuinely frightened at this prospect and whispered, "Please fuck me." Seeing him like this and seeing Antoinette as a total dominatrix made me very excited and I wanted to please her more than anything else. Entering Mike was a simple pleasure and I really enjoyed it. Antoinette reminded us that we were not to come until told to do so and only as she allowed.

Eventually Antoinette got an orgasm and then had two more in rapid succession; Mike did his job very well. She then instructed Mike and I to get into the classic "69" position and suck each other's dick. She didn't ask if I was okay with it but simply said "suck his dick." I did as I was told and enjoyed having a beautiful cock down my throat. She told Mike that she wanted to see him sodomize me and she wanted him to be rough. He gladly obliged and she watched with great interest, occasionally whipping my ass with the cat.

Once satisfied, Antoinette told Mike that I was to come into his mouth first and then he was to spit all the semen into my mouth for me to swallow. He was then to fuck my face and come into my mouth so I would be able to enjoy two nice loads of cum. Mike did exactly as he was told and after swallowing my own semen Mike stuffed his cock into my mouth and came in big, pulsing loads; my mouth was full of his semen in no time. I swallowed it all and licked the excess from my lips and chin, not wasting a drop.

As we cleaned up and I got ready to leave Antoinette said how much she enjoyed our meeting and hoped that I would come back to visit again since she had many fun games to play and thought that I would enjoy them. She came over to kiss me goodbye and said that she could imagine me shaved and smooth, looking very pretty in a wig and makeup, wearing a sexy bra and panty set, and suggested that I consider it for next time. Rather than being shocked or upset I calmly replied, "Yes, mistress, I will."

"My good girl," she said, as I left.