Mistaken Identity 157

This one features a home address, one that will a bit familiar to all fans of the superb British rock group Iron Maiden. For it the address that is the name of one of the tracks from one of their early offerings, the absolute classic album, 'The Number of the Beast.' Which i believe was the first featuring Bruce Dickinson on vocals.

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MISTAKEN IDENTITY

'Oh, just who could that be, I've only just got in?' I asked myself as the front doorbell rang. As I said, I'd only just arrived home from work, all I was wearing was my lingerie, including sheer nylon stockings and one of my satin dressing gowns over that. I had sat myself down to relax when the sound of my doorbell's ring tone disturbed my rest. 'Suppose I'd better answer it then.'

I ambled over to the door, undid the latch, and was just starting to open it when a violent shove from the other side caught me completely by surprise, resulting in firstly the door opening fully very quickly, me very nearly losing my balance as a consequence, and lastly this powerful but extremely sexy woman entering my home without so much as a 'by your leave' from myself, as if it was her who, in fact, owned the house.

The next thing I knew was that she had grabbed me, spun me around, which wasn't difficult as I had yet to regain my full balance, and pushed me hard against the wall, grabbing my arms in a vice like grip.

"Number twenty-two?" She asked abruptly. Totally shocked, I actually answered in the affirmative. "Good, then I've got the right address!" As she was talking, she pulled my dressing gown away from my body, took hold of its belt, using it to securely, and I do mean securely, tie my wrists together, in a manner that suggested this action wasn't new to her and also, that she knew exactly what she was doing. I was now her captive; firmly held in her hands.

"So, you're the bitch who's been shagging my husband, eh? Well, there's a price you're going to have to pay for that privilege, tart! Yes, 'what's good for the goose is good enough for the gander' too!" I could feel the strap-on that she wore through her thin dress, and just knew where this was going. "You shagged my man, bitch, so now I'm going to shag you! Fair enough, don't you think? Oh, and I'll be tying you to your own bed whilst I'm doing it. So missy, lead on. BEDROOM NOW!"

Thing is she'd got things completely wrong. I'd never met, let alone gone to bed with her man, truth be told I much preferred sharing a bed with another woman to be honest. Once the initial shock had worn off, I began to work out just what she'd got right, but also what she'd guessed very much incorrectly.

You see the address of my home is twenty-two, Acacia Avenue. Around the corner was Acacia Drive, and I knew that the woman who lived in the dwelling numbered twenty-two of THAT road was a right slag, and I could well believe that she had played away with my captor's male.

Now surely it wouldn't have been too difficult to convince my assailant of this. All she needed to do was to calm down a fraction, listen to what I told her, the truth as it happens, and this whole situation could be diffused. Surely?

But I made no attempt whatsoever to take that course of action. By saying nothing which I did, it implied, although I didn't actually admit to the crime that she accused me of, contrary to the real truth, that I was guilty. Why on earth did I do that, to allow her, by implication, to be convinced of any wrongdoing? I was in fact, going to allow her to carry out an effectual rape of me, I was basically permitting her to tie me to my own bed, and her existing bondage of my arms told me that I wouldn't be able to escape from her once she'd done so. Why?

The answer to that question possibly lies within that old saying, 'never look a gift horse in the mouth.' But how, I hear you all ask? For, and be in NO doubt about this, just what this unknown woman was threatening to do to me, was one of my all-time sexual fantasies. I've always wanted to be taken captive by a strong, sexy woman and find myself totally subjected to HER will, and sexuality.

For just that very short glance of my, now captor, informed me that this woman fulfilled all of those requirements, and she'd already started to send the blood coursing around my body, whilst my pussy started to become almost uncomfortably wet! But, and maybe this is the point, not only was the level of excitement extremely high, but there was a fair measure of danger too, I mean just who was this woman? What was she capable of, in her pursuit of 'justice' for the perceived 'harm' that I had angered her with so much? Just how far would she go in abusing me to obtain said retribution? I should really have been quite scared, but all I could think of, at that precise moment, while I ascended the stairs to lead her to my bedroom, was just how hard and fast was she going to shag me, once I was fastened to my own bed? And boy, DID I WANT THAT? With perversely, said danger simply adding to said level of excitement. After all, what the hell was the point of a sexual fantasy, if, given a chance to fulfil it, you refuse to accept it, and pass it up? Quite!

Now, many will argue that I should, and possibly could, had made her capture of me far harder, difficult to such a degree that the effort may well have been abandoned? But then maybe not, remember not only was she clearly bigger and stronger than me, but she'd had the complete element of surprise in her favour too. She'd caught me out. Anyway, as I walked into my own bedroom, after my captor had kindly opened the door for me, it seemed all too late for any resistance to her plans for me now. Whether I could have fended her off was utterly academic at this juncture, she had already taken me as her carnal captive, and simply intended to crank up the level of my bondage to her.

And something else. I don't know, call it gut instinct if you like, but I sensed a certain positive presence within this female. It was as if she was sending vibes in my direction, vibes that were communicating a message, one that said to me, 'sure I'm going to have some fun with you, but I will do you NO real harm whatsoever.' I can't describe just how she passed this reassurance to me, it certainly wasn't in the form of direct speech, but I felt it was there. Or possibly purely because I wanted it to be, maybe I was deluding myself after all, and I would come to some real harm? But no, even now I can't begin to justify it, I had this overwhelming sense that I really could trust this woman, that she didn't wish to hurt me.

What she did want, directing me to do exactly that, was to stand still near to my bed, as she pulled down my satin panties, good job I'd fed my suspenders under them, so she could, and did, remove them from my form. Then she undid the clasp of my bra, but with my hands tied she wasn't able to remove it from my body, just yet. She would do in due course, because she had planned a use for it, but for now I was oblivious to just what her devious mind planned to do with it. Maybe for the best!

Meanwhile she'd spotted, in many ways just as I hoped that she would, another almost identical satin dressing gown, to the one that lay forlornly near to my front door. Again, it wasn't the gown itself that had caught her eye, but the belt that hung off of it. Seconds later said belt, a ready-made bondage tie no less, was in her hands. "Onto the bed with you, tart!" Once, and with some degree of difficulty, remember I still had my arms tied together behind my back, I'd complied, I received another direction from her. "Spread out your legs!"

Now things did appear to deviate from the direction I had anticipated. For with this second belt, she looped my left ankle, before securely fastening my left leg to that corner be post of the solid lower bed frame. Nothing too unusual in that, surely?

True enough, but her next action, one that did surprise me, was to release my arms from their bondage together, re-employing the belt that had held them to each other, to imprison my right leg to the right-hand lower corner bed post. That was my legs dealt with admittedly, but now my arms were free. To a degree that is.

For I was to discover that very real fact that it's almost impossible to free oneself from a bed even if it's only your legs spread out and in bondage. Not that I was even considering an escape attempt, but her recent action of undoing my arms, did shock me to quite an extent. What did she plan to do, specifically to me, now?

Time for my, temporarily discarded, brassiere to re-enter the equation. She took hold of my left hand, wrapping one of the bra's cups around my hand, tightly, so much so in fact that I was forced to shape my hand in a tight fist shape. Rendering my fingers to be practically useless. Skilfully using the straps of the side of the item of lingerie, she tied my hand firmly within that cup, certainly it could not release itself in any way, without any outside help. Now was when her genius for this bondage of my body, really took shape.

For she pulled the bra, complete with its captive, my hand, right to the bed post, wrapping it around, before she also tied my already bound hand into the other cup. Thus, creating a totally secure and inescapable bond, fastening that limb of mine to the bed post in a manner that ensured it would remain there for as long as she wished it to.

Unless me other hand freed it of course. What would she use to bind that? Would she ask me where my lingerie collection was in order to utilise another one of my bras? Oh no, now was the time when she knelt on the bed, between my captured legs. And simply pulled her dress right over her head, allowing me the first sight of her strap-on tool. Pink, wide and long! Ready for my soaking wet pussy, no doubt!

But for the present moment, it was her own bra, made of black satin just like mine, which occupied her attentions. Swiftly she removed it, and roughly a minute later my bondage to my own bed was complete, I was tied utterly securely to the four corner bed posts, her bra holding my right hand in her captivity just as my own fastened my left hand. I WAS HERS!

Wasn't I just and didn't she know it? "Well then, now I seem to have your undivided attention, I guess that you're intelligent enough to realise that you're now totally in my hands, utterly in my power and completely at my mercy. Which, after you did what you did with my man, I'm in NO mood to show you any. Oh yes, now I'm going to shag you, and be assured, the sex that I'm about to unleash upon you will be cold, hard and above all RAW!"

As I lay there listening, not that I really had any other option naturally, this was music to my ears. I wanted her to shag me good and hard, I wanted her to treat me somewhat roughly, although maybe not too rough, and again, my gut instinct suggested that it wouldn't be, that I was in no real danger here. Just good old hard and fast sex. Exactly like I'd hoped for, basically from the moment I saw her, and she'd pushed her way through my door.

She started proceedings, by bending her face over my breasts, and as her teeth gently settled around my left nipple, so her right hand turned upon my right one. Not so gently chewing, and squeezing respectively ensued, turning me on even more than I already was. God, 'down there' my juices were really flowing now. As she continued to play with my tits, she began to gradually, and very slowly, insert her strap-on into my pussy, which was so wet it offered no resistance whatsoever. Once she had fully entered me, she stopped, also ceased her activities with my titties.

"God, that feels damn good, slut! Wow, are you wet there, or what? It rather seems to me that you're looking for a good shagging. In that case, you've come to the right place, or rather I have. Are you now going to be shagged or what? And I'll tell you now, I won't stop until I force you to beg me to. And even then, I'll probably show you NO mercy!" Now, THAT'S a challenge! I thought to myself, let's see if you have the ability to back up those brave words, shall we?

Suddenly her lips attacked, yes I think that's the only word that can adequately describe her action, mine, as the 'show' began! A kiss that was utterly full of passion, menace, excitement and above all, promise. Never in my entire life had I been subjected to a kiss like it, and she was in no hurry to stop, not that I was complaining, mind! As her mouth kept mine occupied, so she rubbed her nylon covered legs against mine, electrifying the whole scenario, and she began her motions, in and out, of my pussy with her 'cock.'

Just as I'd vehemently hoped for, it didn't take long for me to become completely aware that I'd been captured by a total 'sexpert,' did this woman know what she was doing or what? And quite naturally, with her skill level being so high at wasn't long before 'nature took its course,' she tipped me over the edge into the most glorious, intense and simply earth-shattering orgasm that I'd EVER tasted before, as ecstasy claimed me in such a way that had to be, sexually, the greatest moment of my life so far. As my cries of joy utterly filled the room, so did hers, as her skill ensured that we had the pleasure of 'cumming' at virtually the same time. Boy, did it take some time for both of us to calm down from THIS one?

When my captor had finally done so she revealed that things weren't quite as they appeared. "You seem to have rather enjoyed what we did just then, as I can freely admit that I most certainly did! As I hoped to, believing that would indeed be the case." With both of her hands resuming their attending to the nipples of my tits. "You see, I know that you haven't betrayed me regarding my husband, I'm fully aware it was the tart around the corner, living in Acacia Drive that did that, not you. But and this is where you were in the dark, I heard you in the pub one day telling a colleague of yours just how much you fantasised over being treated more or less exactly as I've just done. As for the tart and my husband? They're very welcome to each other, no, who I want in my life now is lying on this very bed, right here!"

With that her lips re-engaged in that very vigorous assault upon mine, resuming just as they had earlier, with me praying that this revelation wouldn't signal the end of the sex between us, and that she'd stick to that earlier threat, to keep me 'at it' until I begged her to stop!

However, I was worrying over nothing, as the deliciously dirty smile that now emerged onto her face should have told me. "But, Darling, if you think for one moment, I'm not going to carry out my earlier promise to keep shagging you until you can take no more, and beg me to stop, then you've got another think coming, I can assure you there. And I suspect that's just how you want it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, right on every count! My pussy is yearning for more of your cock, don't be in any doubt there. But, at this moment I don't even know your name. Mine's Carolyn, by the way."

"Captive Carolyn, eh? I'm Sasha, sexy Sasha!"

"Oh yes, you're certainly worthy of that adjective, sexy Sasha. But, shall we have, what's that song, 'a little less conversation and a little more action,' then? I presume that you didn't take all that trouble to capture me, making me the prisoner of my own bed, for just one shag, fantastic though it was?"

"Careful what you wish for captive Carolyn! I promise you that you WILL be begging me for mercy later! I guarantee it!"

"Really? Well, you'd better get started then if that's your aim!" Continuing the verbal sparring, which was turning us both on. Let's face it, we both wanted more! Then I had an idea, something else Sasha could subject me to, ramping up the degree of her control over my body and mind.

"Sasha, over in the top drawer over there," nodding my head in the direction of a chest of such, that she clocked, "is a blindfold. Could you fetch it and place it over my eyes, please? I know that you're absolutely sexy and gorgeous, so it's not that I don't want to see you, but, if I'm blinded, you'll be able to tease me so much! I'll have no idea just where you are and what you plan to do to me next. Do you mind?"

Climbing off the bed, "not at all, superb idea! No, I don't mind at all." She quickly found the blindfold, grabbing it to return to the bed. Then my world became utterly dark and black, heightening my other senses attempts to locate my captor, Sasha. Who spent the next few minutes gently rubbing her hands over my bound body, electrifying me with her extreme gentle, but totally sensuous touch. With me never knowing just where she'd strike next!

But now she did do just what I'd suggested, as she climbed on top of my form again, placing her strap-on back into my aching pussy, as her lips again subjected mine to more of her pure passion! Sheer HEAVEN!

It took Sasha no time at all to be shagging me with all her might again, setting a fast and furious rhythm, and within minutes she'd succeeding in taking the pair of us to that utterly glorious place once more, as our combined cries of pure ecstasy threatened to bring down my bedroom ceiling! And now I knew, her offer to become my life partner was never in a million years going be rejected. Every part of my brain told me that I wanted to be with this utterly insatiable woman for the rest of my days!

It seemed that feeling wasn't one way traffic, as once she'd calmed down enough to be capable of actual speech, a voice whispered into my ear. "My God, I love you, Carolyn! I just want to be yours now, or to be more accurate you to be mine! I need to be with you now, for the duration! Can I be your girlfriend, your lover, your sexual Mistress?"

"YES! Believe me I want that SO much. Provided you carry on here, of course. You haven't succeeded in making me beg for mercy yet, have you?"

"I've already told you that I'd be very careful just what you're wishing for here, if I was you. Remember, I still have you totally within my power!" As if I could forget, Sasha? However, even if I could have done so, Sasha removed that possibility, as she plunged her strap-on back into my pussy, which hadn't completely recovered from the last time, and took us both into that delicious state of sexual ecstasy once more!

It was now that Sasha, totally unseen by me of course, changed tack, as it were. For she removed her strap-on from her own body, but she hadn't finished with it just yet, oh no! For she simply transferred it to my pussy instead, taking a great deal of care to ensure that's its little attachment, designed to stimulate its bearer's clitoris, found itself right against my own 'clitty.' So, that's how she'd been able to bring herself to climax, thought I as I prepared for Sasha to 'ride' me!

Didn't she just? For me to discover exactly what a genius idea that attachment was, for it did its job superbly, allowing Sasha's sexual skill level to continue to produce those almost simultaneous orgasms that had characterised this entire session!

But such expending of the energy requirements for such vigorous sex to occur soon became to be felt. Both Sasha and I were rapidly approaching the point where exhaustion was overtaking excitement within the room after all we'd been 'at it' for over an hour by now. And it was now that I realised the rashness of my earlier boasting, when I'd stoked Sasha up about the prospect of her forcing me to beg her for mercy. Now fully knowing that she wasn't going to stop until I did just that.

For she removed the strap-on from the equation completely. And simply laid herself down on the bed, next to my tied-up form, as her fingers set to work on my pussy. Meaning I still had to cope with the energy output of still being turned on, and to the ultimate degree of course. By now I was already spent, but Sasha had clearly meant what she said about me needing to beg her to stop!