It had been a busy week. Michelle was walking out to her car, deep in thought, distracted. She was glad it was finally the weekend. She'd been running her tail off all week trying to impress a new client and hadn't seen her boyfriend, Dave, since last weekend. Smiling at the thought, Michelle couldn't wait to see him. He had called today. He sounded mischievous, playful. Dave had told her he had a surprise for her but refused to tell her what it was. Michelle blushed a little at this; she liked his surprises. They usually involved something romantic or sensual or playful. Since she'd started dating Dave, she'd discovered all kinds of new things about herself. He had this way of bringing out her innermost fantasies, even the ones about fetishes she didn't know she had, and making them come true.
Only last week, when she was lying in bed with him, she had revealed to him that one of her deepest fantasies was to be kidnapped and forced to sexually service her captor. She absolutely loved role-playing with him. She loved how he never came out of character and insisted that she do the same. Especially the roles where he dominated her in one-way or another, she loved that. They had even gone so far as to establish a safe word for her to say if the role-playing got too intense for her or she just didn't like what was happening. She'd never had to use it. 'Yet!' she thought. It made for some interesting evenings... 'Hell! It made for some freakin' hot nights!' She smiled and giggled a little at this.
Thinking about all of this was starting to turn her on... so much so, she dropped her keys trying to unlock her car. She picked them up, unlocked the door, slid in behind the wheel and was just about to start the engine when she felt something cold and thin press against her throat. A raspy, deep voice said into her ear, "Don't scream, or it will be the last thing you do." She gasped and started to panic. 'Oh my god! Oh my god!' she thought. She knew she couldn't move; the coldness on her throat was the blade of a knife. Her eyes darted to the rear-view mirror and she saw him. He was dressed all in black including gloves and a mask that covered the top of his head and face that concealed his identity. This mystery assailant had her and there was nothing she could do about it.
He told her to start the car and drive, which she did. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she asked him where they were going.
"Shut up." He said rather calmly, yet menacingly, "Just do what I tell you to do." And that's when Michelle recognized the voice. 'It's Dave!' she thought, 'Holy shit! This is his surprise!' She was just about to tell him off for scaring the living daylights out of her when she realized what he was doing. 'Hmmm... this could turn out to be fun. Let's play along and see where it goes.' She thought to herself.
They drove and Dave... er, her assailant gave her directions. "Turn left here."... "Turn right at the light."... and so on. While they drove, he whispered in her ear, telling her what he thought of her, what he was going to do to her.
"You're going to do exactly as I tell you my little slut", he whispered into her ear, "and you're going to like it. I know you. You like to obey and you'll obey everything I tell you, isn't that right.... Michelle?"
She gasped a little and looked at him, shocked, in the rear view, giving him a slight shake of her head... but she was thinking, 'Yes, that is right, but I'm not going to give in that easily'
He saw her reaction, chuckled a little and said, "Yessss... that's right Michelle. I know who you are. I know all about you. And I'm going to turn you into the best, most obedient little fuck slut you can imagine."
Michelle's mind was reeling at all of this. Dave had never talked to her like this before but then again, they had never played roles this intense before either.
He rubbed the knife lightly up and down the skin of Michelle's neck. She could feel the edge of it as he raked it gently across her skin. She liked this feeling, of the cold blade against her skin and the edge pressing against her neck. All the while Dave continued talking to her; telling her about his plans for her.
"I'm going to teach you to be my slut Michelle. I'll tease your pussy until you can't stand it anymore, until you're so hot for me you'll plead for my cock. You'll be begging me to fuck you, fuck you like the slut you are. That's right," he said, "You're a slut Michelle and you're going to learn what it is to become a true slut. You're going to learn to appreciate being a little cum slut and beg me to make you cum, beg me to fuck your pussy, beg me to allow you to suck my cock. You're going to learn to love being my slut Michelle and you're going to want to be the best little fucktoy you can for me when I'm done with you."
His breathing became heavier as he talked. Michelle was acting terrified but in the back of her mind she was also curious. Dave's voice, even though it was threatening her, also instilled a sense of calm in her. It made her feel comfortable, like she knew she could trust it, trust him. It also made her hot.
Michelle was so occupied with the knife in her throat, the voice in her ear, and her own rapid thoughts that she failed to realize where she was as her kidnapper instructed her to pull into the driveway to her right.
He reached up with his free hand, pushed the button on the remote above Michelle's head and the garage door opened in front of her. She pulled right into her very own garage, a little astonished as she realized that he had directed her to her own home. He told Michelle to get out of the car. He followed closely from the back seat pulling a large black bag out behind him and slinging it over his shoulder. He then grabbed her arm tightly and, showing her the knife again, told her to unlock the door and go inside. She fumbled with her keys a little but she quickly did as he said and they entered her house.
They walked in through the kitchen and proceeded into the living room, his hand upon her strong and forceful. She struggled a little against him but his grip was too firm and, besides, she was still uncertain just exactly what was going to happen.
"Just do exactly what I tell you to do, Michelle, and everything will be just fine, ok?" he said from behind her as they stopped in the middle of the living room.
"Y-y-yes." She stammered nervously, eyes wide open and wondering what was next.
"Good. Now we'll just see what we've got here."
Dave moved around to face her, taking the knife and tracing the outline of her cheekbone lightly with the tip. 'Michelle looks frightened,' he thought, 'she's playing along very well.' He took a step back from her, holding the knife up where she could still see it, and told her to undress. She looked hesitant but after a moment, she started to unbutton her blouse. Dave smiled. Michelle was wearing her sexiest, laciest bra under her conservative business clothes. He knew she had put it on that morning anticipating seeing him tonight. She looked up at him as she dropped the blouse... tentatively. He leered at her and said, "Keep going. You're not done yet. I want to see all of you." Michelle unzipped the side of her skirt and shimmied out of it. Her panties matched her bra. They were very lacy, French cut panties that showed off her hips and ass very nicely. She was wearing light, thigh high stockings too, along with the 3" high heels she hadn't taken off yet. She looked very sexy standing there in front of him... but he had a different look in mind for her tonight. He pulled his bag around, opened it and looked inside. He pulled out a red, lacy demi bra, and a red, leather halter-top, threw them at Michelle and told her to take off her bra and put them on. She caught the items, looked at them and said, "I'm not going to wear these!"
Dave looked at her through his mask and said menacingly as he pointed the knife at her, "You'll wear anything I tell you to wear or you'll be very sorry." She paled at this and reached behind her back to undo her bra. She released it and shrugged it off, revealing her round, firm breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately as the cool air in the room blew across them. She dropped her bra and pulled on the red one her captor had given her. It fit perfectly but only covered half of her perky tits. Her dark areolas and hard nipples showed above the lacy material and the bra forced them up so they stuck out nicely. She put the red halter-top over her head and fastened it behind her, covering up her exposed breasts. The leather felt strange against her rigid nipples but good all the same. She looked down and noticed the combination of garments gave her an unusual amount of cleavage and showed it off nicely.
