Twisted Games Hide And Seek Pt 01

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It's a warm summer evening. I'm sitting in my backyard, my laptop in front of me. Sipping on my second glass of wine of the evening, I browse through the internet. Accidentally clicking on some promotion banner, I'm guided to an adult website for chatting and flirting. Scrolling down the side I notice quickly that it's rather kinky in here, but... and I'm fully blaming the wine here... that doesn't have me stopping. A channel for nsfw pics catches my eye and the next second I'm able to admire several pics and videos of people in rather kinky poses. Compliments underneath of every picture have me scrolling more.

Then I see him. A pair of long, thick legs covered with a black jean and stuck in biker boots. No shirt. Abs. These abs have me drooling immediately. His face is covered with a mask. His eyes not cut out, but two bright red Xs starring straight into my soul. I squirm around on my outdoor sofa and my skin suddenly feels too hot. There are tons of comments attached to the photo. Women drooling because of his abs, admiring what they see as thirsty as they come. The tipsiness hits me, and I decide to post a photo myself, sober me would never be that brave. I smash my glass onto the table, run back inside and walk up straight to my closet.

Pulling my lingerie drawer open I decide for a black lace set. Super small. A tiny bit of nothing. Hooked on the excitement, I pull down my clothes and change into the matching set. Just to complete my outfit, I slip into a pair of black thigh highs and put a collar on that I bought in a fetish shop for Halloween years ago. It has a little bell on its front that rings with every step that I take back to my outdoor sofa. Placing myself on top of it, I grab my glass of wine with one hand and my phone with the other and pose for the picture. I place my phone on the table, timer set. Legs on the armrest, ankles crossed, I take a last sip of my wine and put the glass away. I lay back, take a deep breath and my fingers push the camera button. The timer counts down and seconds later I drool over my work.

My body is hit by the last sunlight of the day, my tits full and heavy on display. My slightly curvy stomach looks way flatter than it actually is and my thick thighs in the thigh highs looks delicious. My face is hidden behind my long, blonde, curly hair. Just like I wanted it to be.

Before my newly gained bravery leaves me again, I send the pic to my computer and post it in the previously explored channel.

The crowd goes nuts. Seconds later there're several comments to my picture. Compliments, emojis, men drooling for more. Too stunned to look away, I read every single one of them before another thing catches my eye. A button in the right corner of the site blinks, shows me that I got an DM.

*If that's not the most delish present my eyes have ever seen, I don't know what is. That body, those curls... these thighs. Forgive me my bluntness but I need them wrapped around my waist asap. *

Clicking on his profile I notice that it's the masked man. His pfp shows him with the mask on. Scrolling down, I can spy several lewd pictures of him, always with the mask glued to his face. That's when I decide to text back.

*You are forgiven. I prefer someone to that's straight forward, to someone sneaky, at any time. Can I tell you a secret? *

He texts back immediately *Please do. I can't wait to hear about all your secrets. *

*I can't believe I'm saying this, but that mask does it for me. I 100% blame the wine I had tonight, because usually I'd never say something like this. I read a book a couple weeks ago, and it certainly activated some weird kind of mask kink. You look like what I've been dreaming about ever since. * Before I can decide differently, I press send.

*Tell me more about those dreams. I'm all ears. * He replies.

*Most nights I dream about being chased through the woods, a masked man running after me. I know, that when he catches me and it's just a matter of time until he does, he'll use me in every way he desires. He won't show mercy, no matter how much I'll beg him to. *

*That's what you dream of? Keep going. Don't stop. *

The rest of the evening flies by quickly. I empty my glass and with every drop that's running down my throat, I'm becoming braver. More detailed even. Soon after that he adds me to his friends list of the page and an hour later I safe his number in my phone. We keep going until night turns into day, until the throbbing mess between my legs is barely unable to ignore. We exchange messages about our darkest fantasies, desires and wishes. Drawing a picture of the mask man chasing me through the woods. He sends me to sleep when he notices that my replies become shorter, and I pass out with my phone in my hands.

The next day, I wake up to a good morning message of my masked stranger. With a bright smile on my face, I get up to grab some coffee and breakfast.

My phone rings. *Did you dream of me? * I stare at the words on my display.

*Maybe. You'll never know. * Giggling like crazy I send the message his way.

*You're sassy today. I like it. Also... I'll take that for a yes. Good girl. *

My knees shake as wave of arousal shoots through my body in reaction of the praise. I shake my head to get rid of thoughts I shouldn't have and put my phone to the side. The rest of the day passes by rather eventless before I find myself back on the adult page just before bedtime. He posted a new photo. It shows him, in the woods, red light puts his uncovered abs on display. But it's the caption that feels like a punch in my face. Better run and hide, little one, because I'm chasing after you.

A small gasp escapes my lips just before my phone signs a new message.

*Like my newest creation? Is it how you imagined it? *

*It's... nice. Good Job. * I reply, trying not to give my thoughts away.

*Liar. It's more than that. Tell me you don't imagine yourself kneeling right in front of me, your pretty back facing the camera, as you service and worship my cock. * My eyes shoot wide, my breath stuck in my throat. What the...? My private parts are immediately on fire. Closing the messenger app, I throw my phone to the side. Another pling. And another. And another.

*Tell me you don't imagine yourself tied to the tree next to me, your pretty face facing it, as I whip your ass with my hands and paint it purple, red and blue. *

*Tell me, you don't think about it right now. *

*Tell me, that you're not soaking wet for me in just this moment, and I'll leave you alone. *

Ignoring the first messages, I only reply to the last one.

*I can't tell you that. * My knees are weak and my head dizzy.

*Thought so. Now spread those pretty legs and touch yourself for me. Can you do that, Baby? Record your voice when you slide one of those pretty fingers inside yourself and grind on it for me. * My brain is shut down instantly and my finger finds the record button just a second later. Sliding a hand into my PJ shorts, I hit record and slide one finger inside, adding a second right after. "Fuuuuuuck," I whimper before gasping for air and sending the voice note.

The phone in my hand rings just seconds later. His deep voice hits me like a wrecking ball. That it's modulated is something I don't register right away. "Good girl. Don't stop. Grind on those fingers. Don't you dare fucking stop." A helpless cry is my only response. I'm too caught up in the moment, the feelings, the sensations. "Good fucking girl, little one. Add a third. Fill yourself out for me. I wouldn't show any mercy when I get my hands on you, you know that, and I expect you to show no mercy as well. Ride your hand, build yourself up for me," he chants and I'm pushing closer to the edge with his every word. Not able to form any words, a desperate whine is the only sign for my explosive orgasm. "Come for me, Baby. Come for Daddy."

And that I do. I scream, feral and unhinged. "DADDY!" Rather a roar than a name. I'm shaking uncontrollably, riding my fingers in extasy as another orgasm hits me right after the first. Tears sting in my eyes and my moans turn into sobbing sounds. I ride wave after wave of the most intense orgasms I ever had in my entire life. He doesn't stop praising me and motivating me until I'm panting and coming down from my high, completely exhausted and covered in sweat.

"Good girl. Good job, Baby. That's my girl," is the last thing I hear before I'm drifting off to sleep.

Present

Sunlight stings in my eyes when I wake up the next day. I'm back in my bedroom at home, a glass of water placed on the nightstand next to me. Only proof of my last nights adventure in the woods are the small marks on my wrists and my sore muscles. My body burns and aches like it's on fire. Thirsty as hell, I chug down the water and swing myself over the edge of the bed to get up. With weak and shaky legs, I make my way to my kitchen, just to find my phone on the charger right on top of the counter. I'm not surprised to find a message of him. Of course, he unblocked his number to make sure that he can contact me again.

*You did so well last night, Baby, I'm proud of you. But that was only the beginning, more fun awaits you. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a couple weeks. Make sure you're ready for more. P.S. I hope you got that little collar with the bell handy. *

Asshole. I don't care to reply to him. He loves the fear he's putting me through. Maybe, because he knows exactly that I'm rather excited than afraid. He loves the fact that I enjoyed last night. I mean, after I was done fearing for my life and was sure he won't murder me. My muscles protest as I walk towards my bathroom and run a bath. Adding my favorite bath bomb with lavender scent and sparkles, I glide into the water shortly after. The heat relaxes my sore body immediately and I can't help but release a small moan. I don't know for how long I'm staying in here, because whenever the water gets cold, I'm adding some more hot water, but with my relaxing body comes the fuck it attitude.

I reach for my phone choose the camera app and shoot a pic of my foam-covered tits, my middle finger the center of the picture. I send it to him, no further comment necessary and feel like a bad bitch. His reply follows promptly.

*So feisty. I love it. Don't worry, we'll work on your manners, * he says, with an evil grin emoji added to his words. I'm rolling my eyes at his response but can't help myself and giggle. Putting the phone to the side, I slide deeper into the water close my eyes and relax myself.

I don't know when I drift into sleep but when I wake up, I'm no longer in my tub. I'm tied to a chair, completely naked, and the collar is placed around my neck.

"What the fuck?!" I mumble to myself, slightly panicked, but my glace wanders around the spartan decorated room and meets some pair of red ones that's very familiar.

"Wakey, wakey, princess. It's time to play," he sings and rubs his hands together. This view alone has me covered in goosebumps. "Yesterday we played catch. Today we'll play hide and seek. What do you think, little one, want to play with me?" I franticly shake my head. The evil grin in his voice puts me into panic mode, I'm too frightened to speak. "No? Naw, that's breaking my heart. Let's do it anyway. The rules are simple. I'll count to 10, you hide, and when I find you, I'll make sure I fuck you until you beg me to stop. Deal? Perfect. I'm glad we agree on this."

My eyes must look ridiculously wide open right now as I listen to every single word he says...deeply wishing I'm waking up in my bathtub every second. Insane, he is fucking insane. "I'll untie you now, don't do anything stupid please. And then... then I'll count to ten. I recommend a good place to hide... don't make it too easy for me, ya Baby?" with those words he walks up to me, unties my wrists and ankles and dares to give me a kiss on my forehead. "Run and hide, little one. One..." I sprint out of the room, down the stairs and it takes me a few seconds to notice the constant ringing of the fucking bell on my neck.

I don't know the place he keeps me locked up today, but I decide to rush to the backdoor and out into the backyard as naked as I am. The house is built close to the woods, and I find myself in the middle of trees once again.