So my Mommydom encourages me to write erotica, and recently we discussed some ideas for me to write about. Recently, I had a fantasy about being abducted by her, and when I told her about this we explored that fantasy. when I shared this with my Mommy, she loved it and wanted me to post it.
Everyone in this work is over the age of 18
This story contains Abduction and Mommy fetish. If those themes aren't appealing to you, please do not read or comment.
My craft is a work in progress, please afford me some courtesy.
I love you Mommy
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I was casually going about my business that day. I went to the gym, and then I went to the comic store afterwards. While I was at the comic store I saw an amazingly beautiful woman. She had long luxurious blonde hair, tan skin, and captivating blue eyes that had a hint of green seemingly. She had magnificent curves as well that were accompanied by a large bottom and large breasts. I instantly imagined being her boyfriend.
Eventually I came to realize that I had been day dreaming too long, and told myself, 'girls that hot will never have anything to do with you. You're nothing to them.' I understand that might seem like a harsh thing to say to yourself, but it's how I treat myself. When I lift, I punish myself, and the same things happens when I assess myself. Harshness is the only thing my subconscious understands.
"Excuse me." Said the blonde woman.
She had a British accent, which made me nervous because I always sound like such a redneck when I talk to people with foreign accents. It made me remember the time a French Canadian girl asked me for a cigarette in Montreal.
'What You want a cigarette?' I asked in a thick southern accent.
The girl just said "yes" after giving me a look of disgust making me feel like an uncouth hillbilly.
'How can I help you?' I asked in a docile tone trying my best not to sound southern.
"I've only just come into town yesterday, and I'm not sure of where anything is. Maybe you could help me?" She asked.
I was taken aback by her choice to single me out. I quickly rationalized her approaching me to this magnetic effect I have. It always seemed that people can pick up that I have compassion for others. It's brought some really good people into my life, as well as toxic people. This magnetic effect I believe myself to have, has made me fearful of social situations.
'Uh what would you like me to show you?' I asked unable to look her in the eyes.
"Well firstly I'd like to know of a good place to eat." She giggled as if she could pick up on how nervous I was.
'Oh well there's a good Italian place near here, or there's a noodle place no too far away.' I sort of felt a little relieved after suggesting restaurants. It gave me a hope that this would be a brief interaction, and I could sort of regain my confidence once I was home.
"I think I'd like to try the noodle place." She answered.
I proceeded to give her the directions to the place I suggested. I was able to converse with her much more confidently at this point like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Would you mind showing me?" She asked.
'Oh. No problem you can just follow me.'
"No darling. I mean you ride with me." She giggled.
I started to feel kind of dizzy. Like a boxer who got caught by a punch he didn't see.
'No way she's actually asking you to get in the car with her.' I thought to myself. 'Girls don't like you.'
'I don't know.' I answered gritting my teeth.
"Why not?" She asked jokingly saddened by my response.
She seemed to pick up on how susceptible to sweet talk I was. It was like this woman could penetrate all of my weaknesses.
'Fine I'll go with you.' I sighed with a nervous smile.
Soon I found myself driving with this woman giving her directions. We briefly chit chatted about the differences between the US and the UK. Eventually I felt more comfortable, but that wouldn't last.
'Oh you're not supposed to go down this road.' I said as she turned down a road that was surrounded by trees.
"I'll just turn around at the end." She replied.
Once we reached the end of the world she reached under her seat to grab something. I didn't think anything of it, but suddenly she had a taser in her hand. I assumed that I was about to be swarmed by some guys so I quickly tried to get out of the car. I might not be confident in social situations, but I don't mind getting into a fight.
"The door's locked." She said with a mischievous grin.
'I'll beat the shit out of whoever you have hiding.' I answered.
"It's just you and me." She giggled as she used the taser on me.
I was horribly disoriented from the shock. I impotently tried to grab her wrist, but I got shocked again. The second shock rendered me unconscious.
Later I woke up in a hotel room. I was tied to a chair completely naked with a splitting headache, It felt like I had been a car wreck. I tried testing my restraints, they were strong.
"It's no use darling." She said. "You're not getting out of those restraints until I let you out of them."
I was undeterred from her words. I kept struggling to get free, but still there was no hope. She then sat down on the foot of her bed and looked on as I continued. She grinned from ear to ear in a look of amusement and content.
Then suddenly I felt her foot rubbing against my testicles. At first she would move it around my testicles in a teasing manner. I did the only thing I could do to defend myself by squeezing my thighs together.
"No no no." She said as she pressed her foot down on my testicles.
I threw my head back from the pain and moved my thighs back.
"Good boy." She said as she relieved the pressure.
'Please just let me go. There are better guys than me for this.' I panted.
"No. I chose you." She said as she pressed her foot down again with significantly more pressure.
'WHY!?' I cried out.
My question would go unanswered. She'd just give me this sadistic smile, as she applied and released pressure periodically. Eventually she'd put her foot back down on the floor.
'Why are you doing this to me?' I whimpered as I tried to catch my breath. As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt I had made a mistake. I started thinking I was inviting more torture by asking.
"I've been following you." She answered. "I've seen you at the gym. Lifting weights acting all manly with your friends. Yet when pretty girls are around you're so shy." She explained. "There's an innocence there that I wanted to defile, and besides you're a cutie."
'But look at me there's obviously so many better guys.' I replied.
"You're so cute." She giggled. "You're so embarrassed by your widdle pee pee." She teased as she tickled the underside of my penis with her index finger. "Don't worry. I think it's cute. Just like the rest of you."
It was relieving, in a way, that she didn't belittle me for having a small penis, but I was confused on why she had positive opinions about it. In fact, the idea that this beautiful woman found anything attractive about me was confusing.
Soon I would lose focus on my confusion because she smacked the tip of my penis with a riding crop. I bit my lip from the pain it was so intense. I once again tried to squeeze my thighs together for protection, but she started smacking them with the riding crop.
"You just don't want to make it easy on yourself do you?" She asked with a sadistic giggle. "I bet you'll be crying by the time I'm done with you."
Her confidence made me feel weak. The self assuredness in which she predicted that I'd be crying was quite imposing. I didn't dare challenge her prediction, because if I did, I'd be crying in no time.
The smacks with crop were immensely painful. I decided to sacrifice my thighs periodically by squeezing them together to protect my penis and testicles. I knew she'd smack my thighs, and they had started bruising, but if she kept smacking my penis I'd pass out.
"You can't take much more of this." She said. "I can tell. You're trying to hide how much it hurts you. Boys are so silly." She giggled. "That's fine sweetie. I've been dying to get my hands on that sweet squishy bum of yours anyway."
She undid my restraints and had walk over to the bed. Even though I had the opportunity to overpower my captor or just simply run off, the thought never crossed my mind. I simply laid on the bed face down as she instructed me.
She had me arch my lower body up with my bottom resting on my heels while my upper body laid flat. Being in this position made me nervous. Not being able to see what she was going to be was nerve wracking. I instantly readied myself to feel smacks from the crop, but I was surprised, the first thing she did was gently squeeze it.
"It feels just as I imagined it would feel." She said before giving me a smack with her bare hand. "This was well worth the wait."
I breathed heavily as she continued to squeeze and tease my bottom. I knew it was going to get worse, but I didn't know when it was going to get worse, nor did I know how much worse it was going to get.
Each smack and squeeze drove my anxiety up. Then I felt her bite the flesh of my bottom. I tried moving my bottom away from her, but she just bit down harder.
"There's nothing you can do." She said giving my bottom a hard smack. "You're completely helpless darling. I can do whatever I want to you." She added as she firmly grabbed my testicles pulling down on them. "I can smack your balls." She said giving them a smack. "I can bite your bottom." She said before giving me a hard bite. "If I want to do it... I'll do it."
'Please let me go.' I begged in a labored voice. 'I'll give you anything you want.'
