The Trapped Tenant -- Part
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I had been living in Vinny's house for a little over two months now. She was polite, quiet, and carried herself with a kind of graceful discipline that was rare. Always dressed in flowing churidars or abayas, her face often framed with a hijab and her hands always covered with thin gloves when outside--even while cooking. I had never really seen her hair, or even her wrists. Mysterious, elegant, distant. Just the way I liked it.
My room was simple--one bed, a study table, a cupboard. I kept to myself, especially after dark, when Vinny would disappear into her part of the house and lock her door quietly. Sometimes I could hear faint sounds--maybe the rustling of scarves or the zipping of some fabric--but I never dared to ask.
One night, everything changed.
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It started with a small mistake. I had forgotten to log out of my private profile on my laptop. I had a folder filled with my fantasies--images of scarf bondage, latex hoods, strict gags sealed with microfoam tape, breathplay with swim caps... things no one would understand.
Except... Vinny had seen them.
I only realized something was off when I noticed the laptop was moved slightly the next morning, and the lid was slightly open. I had been so careful. I told myself I was being paranoid.
But Vinny was... different that day. Softer. She looked at me longer. She served me tea without asking. Her smile lingered strangely when she handed me the cup, her gloved fingers brushing mine.
"You should sleep early tonight," she said gently.
That night, I obeyed. I shouldn't have.
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2:12 AM
The room was dark and still. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt it. A presence. A weight shifting on the mattress. Before I could open my eyes, a thickly sweet scent invaded my senses. A cloth pressed tightly over my nose and mouth.
"Mmmfff--mmmh--" I thrashed weakly, arms flailing. But she had anticipated this.
"Ssshhh..." a calm whisper came from behind me, soft but commanding. "Breathe in, slowly. Just like in your little folder."
My heart froze.
The scent was strong. My head felt heavy. My vision blurred. I tried to speak, but the cloth muffled everything. My limbs went limp as her words floated into my ears like fog.
"That's it. Sleep for me..."
Darkness took over.
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When I woke up, I was lying on something soft--but my arms wouldn't move. Neither would my legs. Panic kicked in as I realized my limbs were tied tightly with cotton scarves. My wrists were bound behind me, crossed and wrapped again and again in soft fabric. My ankles were similarly knotted. Another scarf connected my wrists to my legs in a gentle but inescapable hogtie.
And my mouth--oh God. A thick cotton scarf had been stuffed deep into it, forcing my jaw open. Another was tied around my face, pressing it in. I tried to scream, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled whimper.
Then I saw her.
Vinny.
She stood by the door in a black abaya layered over a white churidar. Her hijab was wrapped tight around her head, and a scarf covered the lower half of her face, revealing only her intense, lined eyes. She wore skin-tight black latex gloves that creaked softly as she adjusted the cuffs.
She walked toward me slowly, her scarf brushing against her chest, the soft swish of fabric echoing in the room.
"Well," she said, crouching down beside me. "You weren't going to tell me, were you?"
I shook my head wildly, heart pounding.
"I saw everything. Every folder. Every file. You like this, don't you?" she whispered.
I froze.
"I never imagined... my quiet little tenant... wanting to be gagged, bound, helpless."
She ran a gloved finger slowly across my gagged cheek. My breath caught.
"Do you know what happens now?"
She leaned close to my ear.
"You live your fantasy. For one week."
The Trapped Tenant -- Part 2: Unseen Intentions
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I couldn't move. The scarves dug into my skin with every slight attempt to shift. My body was firmly held, unable to escape from Vinny's meticulous restraints. The realization of what she had just said hit me like a brick.
One week.
The weight of those words pressed down on me harder than the tight scarves. I struggled against the bonds, but it was no use. The scarf gag in my mouth, now a thick mass of fabric, muffled any protests I tried to make. I could only make small, desperate sounds, my eyes wide with fear and something else--curiosity.
Vinny's gaze was unreadable. She observed me quietly, running her latex-covered fingers along the edges of my restraints. There was no rush in her movements, no anger, just cold, clinical control. She was enjoying this. She knew exactly what she was doing.
I swallowed hard, the fabric in my mouth pressing against the roof of my mouth as I tried to speak through it. "Mmhmm!" I muffled into the gag.
Vinny's eyes softened as she leaned in closer, her breath cool against my ear. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
Her voice was calm, soothing, but there was an unmistakable edge to it--a power in her tone that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I couldn't see much with my face covered, but I could hear the faint rustle of fabric as Vinny moved. She returned after a few moments, now holding something in her hand. A latex hood.
The smooth, shiny material glistened in the low light of the room. My pulse quickened.
"I saw you... like the idea of hiding yourself," she murmured as she gently pulled my hair back, making room for the hood to slide over my head. The latex felt tight and cold against my skin as she carefully fitted it, ensuring that it covered my face perfectly.
I could feel my breath becoming more labored as I took in the scent of the latex, the confinement of the material starting to make my mind foggy. But I couldn't stop it. It was exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I had fantasized about in secret, for years.
"Just breathe," she whispered, her voice cutting through the haze in my mind. "You'll get used to it."
The hood pressed tightly over my face, leaving only small spaces around my eyes for vision. My mouth was still gagged, but now the latex was an added layer of sensory deprivation. I felt isolated. Helpless. And that was exactly how I felt when I fantasized about being bound like this--completely vulnerable, at the mercy of someone who knew exactly how to control me.
"Let's make you comfortable, shall we?" Vinny's tone was laced with amusement, though her touch remained gentle. She adjusted the scarves again, tightening them in just the right way to ensure I was held in place.
I wanted to speak--to beg, maybe--but all that came out were muffled sounds.
With a soft chuckle, Vinny moved away from me and disappeared out of my line of sight. The room felt unbearably still, the silence amplified by my restricted breathing.
What was she planning?
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Several hours passed.
I had lost track of time. I couldn't see the clock, couldn't tell if it was day or night. The house felt eerily quiet except for the faint sounds of Vinny's movements from across the house. I heard doors creak open and close, a few footsteps on the stairs. But the most unsettling thing was that I couldn't feel any urgency in her movements. She wasn't in a rush to do anything--she was taking her time.
And then, I heard the sound of something else.
The soft, almost imperceptible click of a door.
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Vinny entered the room, now dressed in a tight black latex catsuit that clung to every curve of her body. The sheen of the material was hypnotizing under the dim light, and I could feel a stirring in my chest. She was fully covered, save for her eyes, which were dark and intense, scanning me with a new level of scrutiny.
"You look so perfect like this," she said, her voice soft, but heavy with control. She stepped closer to me, running a latex-gloved hand down my arm, tracing the outline of the scarves holding me in place.
I couldn't say anything, but I wanted to. Desperation clawed at my throat as my heart raced, and the latex against my skin made every breath feel tighter, more suffocating.
Vinny continued to observe me, taking in every inch of my restrained form as though deciding what to do next. She seemed almost satisfied, as if she were simply waiting for the right moment to reveal something deeper.
