Part 1
My story begins by coming home after a long, but thoroughly boring day at work. I wandered around my place, absentmindedly taking off the more restricting articles of clothing…shoes first, taking some time to rub the instep of my feet. All day in these shoes have wrecked me, I have a high instep, and these new shoes might have made this outfit, my new grey powersuit with the almost-too-short-for-business skirt, but they were hell on my feet.
I made my way to the bedroom, taking off the jacket and causally tossing it onto the bed, taking down the buttons on the silk white top, and pausing to admire the reflection the mirror offers me.
Not too short at 5' 5", I have strawberry blonde hair down past my shoulders and vivid blue eyes. My favorite features are my girls, the D-cups that everyone was pretending not to look at during the meeting today. I bask in myself for a brief, but pleasant moment, give my hair a quick toss and move to the bathroom, a quick face wash later I emerge, feeling another bit better after a dull day, and then my skirt falls to my ankles, and I reach down and roll off my pantyhose, and another notch of comfort is achieved.
I walk back to the front room, and laze about for a few minutes, and the whole while, I still don't know that I have been watched from the moment I put the key in the lock.
During a commercial break, I get up to get a quick snack, but as soon as my back is turned, I feel strong hands on my shoulders, and a deep voice whispers, "Don't turn around Lindsey, tonight you are going to do much more than stare at the television."
I try to sneak a quick backwards glance, but the hands are too quick, moving from my shoulders to my face, keeping my eyes forward.
The deep voice starts again: "Tsk, tsk, that was a naughty move. I told you to keep your eyes forward…
Now you will lose them...."
A shiver of dread ran up my spine as my insides suddenly turned to ice, while at the same time, I felt my nipples harden and my muscles freeze. One hand stayed firmly on my neck while the other traveled down my spine, and then I can't feel it anymore. I feel my unknown assailant reach behind him and retrieve something. My mind races as to all sorts of sharp, gleaming, steel objects; instruments of torture fill my rushing brain, but I can't even concentrate enough to scream. But even now, I experience the simultaneous feeling of dread and excitement as a tingling starts to spread inside my lacy purple panties.
The hand on me neck pulls my head back sharply by the hair, and hot words are whispered directly into my ear again, "If you can't follow the rules, you lose things...."
My entire body shudders as I feel the contact on my spine as not a cold instrument of pain makes contact, but a silken handkerchief is drawn over my shoulder and wrapped around my eyes. The voice starts again: "As I was saying, you have to follow the rules tonight, and I will make all your fantasies come true. I have been watching you for a long time...I've seen what you look at on the internet…I know what dark fantasies stir under your creamy white breasts…"
His hands are moving again...
One lets go of my hair and slowly moves down to caress my left breast through my bra
teasing at the nipples that still remained hard while the other traces small circles around my right cheek. The voice whispers again: "You know I have seen you, and I already know exactly what you want, but I want you to tell me what you want. That is the second rule. So tell me the first thing you want...and I will decide if you are ready for it yet..."
The hands move again, gently but forcibly running over my stomach, tracing lines from my ribs around to my arms, tickling and making me squirm in his vice like grasp.
My mind is racing.
Do I dare give in to his demands?
Do I dare refuse him?
How can I fight in this darkness?
And the hands move again.
The right hand is tracing along the edge of the lace along the front of my panties,
the left has burrowed into my right bra cup and is caressing my breast.
What do I tell my mystery man?
