He let himself into her flat and looked around.
Everything was quiet. Moving around he started his preparations. Bed set up with pillows just so. Binding straps fastened to the four corners of the bed, so he could just slip them onto her and pull tight.
Into the kitchen to see what food and drink was available. He intended to make a night of this.
Now to settle down and wait.
Time passed and soon he heard the key in the door. Moving behind it he waited. She stepped in and, as she came past the door, he moved.
Blindfold bag over her head and pulled tight, followed by the larger bondage bag that, once tightened, effectively constricted her movements.
Kicking the door to close it, he tossed the girl over his shoulder and down to the bedroom. Her legs were flailing back and forth but she had no leverage. The advantage was all his.
Into the bedroom and dump her on the bed. Grab the first strap, slip it over her ankle and pull tight. Now the second strap on the other ankle, pull tight and now use the leverage he had gained to make sure her legs were well spread before finally fastening the second strap.
She was sitting up and struggling, but the bondage bag effectively hampered her movements. He could here muffled sounds emanating from the bag, and laughed. The blindfold bag was thick and soft and would effectively act as a gag as well as a blindfold.
Pushing her so that she was lying back and then lifting one side of the bondage bag so he could catch a wrist. The third strap slipped on and pulled up, leaving one to go.
He was able to dispense with the bondage bag completely now. Loosening it and removing it and, deftly capturing her other arm, he slipped on the fourth strap, pulling it tight.
He stood back and admired his work. She was spreadeagled on the bed, unable to move or see. He gave a gentle squeeze to one of her breasts to remind her of why he was there.
Clothes. He stopped to consider them. He hadn't been sure of how he wanted to remove them. Obviously his choices were to either undress her properly, or cut her clothes off. If she was wearing good things he'd have felt honour bound to remove them intact, which would probably be difficult with her struggling. Especially the way she was bouncing on the bed right now, testing the various straps.
OK, he decided. Those things are well worn. She won't really miss them. He reached for his scissors and started cutting.
Feeling the cold metal, she froze. Was that a knife? He was cutting her clothes and if she struggled he might slip and cut her. Frightened she lay still while her clothes were removed.
He smiled as he contemplated his naked prize. She was a fine looking young woman, helpless and his. He swiftly stripped off his own clothes before sitting next to her on the bed.
Now he was able to touch her where-ever he pleased. Placing his hand on her stomach he started moving it in small circles, slowly increasing the size of the circles, so soon his hand was just brushing the under curve of her breasts and gliding across the top of her pubic mound. He was pleased to note that she had shaved. She must have been expecting him.
He decided to spend some time tantalising her mound. His hands drifted down and around it, ignoring her twisting and attempts to throw his hands off. He continued down between her thighs, caressing the soft flesh there, travelling back up and around her mound, his fingers barely touching the skin.
