In retrospect I should have looked through the keyhole.... I think to myself as I slowly wake up in a haze of a chloroform induced hangover. I can feel my hands bound; my arms held down at an angle on either side of my body. It feels like rough plastic as I pull on them testing the strength, feels like zip ties, as I can feel them start to cut into my skin. I start to wiggle and feel that I have cloth over my whole face, and I can make out some light peeking through the dark covering. My struggled movements become more pronounced as I start to get my bearings, I can feel a piece of cloth in my mouth and tied behind my hair, gagging me. I try unsuccessfully to talk over the gag anyways as my panic goes from disorientation to full on hysteria.
"Who are you?" I shout, in a muffled and choked voice, over the gag. I can hear heavy footsteps come from down a hallway into the room.
"Well, well, well," a somewhat familiar voice says off to the side of me. His voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. I make out some blue light glowing from what I recognize as the hum of a computer off to my left. I can see a pair of black pants just out of my peripheral vision through the fabric of what might be a black pillowcase that blocks my vision.
"I didn't know if you were going to be up today my Lady. I had thought you might rest through the night on account of your body still being weak from fighting off covid." He said that last part with a chuckle.
"Who are you, what do you want?" I tried to say over my gag again but, it came out more like "Whommmeyuuu whadaaawa?"
"Oh, my Lady, I am but a humble fan of your depraved nature. I believe it was only a few days ago that you first wanted to know who I was? Do you remember?" I could hear him laughing softly. His voice was heavy and thick, it didn't belong to a young man. He spoke with ease and confidence. I felt several fingers reach out and caress my forearm. I immediately flinched and tried to move my arm away as much as I could from him. My legs which were not bound reflexively moved to the right side of the bed, trying to get any part of me as far from him as I could.
My mind raced thinking about what the hell he could be talking about. I had been in quarantine for the last 3 days recovering from covid. I had just finally started feeling like myself again when I was abducted from my house by what I thought was just the door dash driver. I thought over my limited contact with the world over the last few days. I had talked to my boyfriend, my mom, my best friend and binged so many series not much could hold my interest anymore. I heard the buzz of a phone, and a wash of fear ran down my spine like ice water. Someone had received a notification and it triggered a thought that made my blood run cold.
"Oh no, Jared?" I softly croaked out, distortedly, from behind the gag.
"Oh yes my sweet," he said. I could hear the desire behind his voice. I felt his rough fingertips move from my arm up to the swell of my breast, brushing the side of my large bosom with his fingers as he moved his way down my side. It was at this moment I realized my clothes had been removed and I was in a bra and panties. I had not been wearing a bra when I answered my door. His fingers moved down over my underwear lingering for a moment over my pussy lips that had started to grow warm under his touch despite my terrifying predicament.
I moved myself lifting my hips planting my feet into the bed. It was an attempt to move me up on the bed and away but, he interpreted it as me pushing myself into his eager hand.
His husky voice whispered out "You don't know how long I have waited to touch you. I'm going to take my time."
~~3 Days ago, ~~
I had settled in to accept my fate begrudgingly. I had contracted Covid from my kids approximately two days earlier. We had all been vaccinated and I had been boosted as well but we all settled in to see what kind of experience we were in for getting through this variant. My kids had contracted it from their dad, he worked in schools so it made sense that his exposure would be increased. I had dropped them off that morning at their dad's for a long 6-day weekend they planned to have with him. This meant I would be able to rest no problem. It also meant I would be so very bored and isolated if it turned out that my vaccines did even half their job. That is exactly what happened. It was the boredom that got me in trouble.
I quickly settled into a routine. Binge watch a series. Get some work done. Take a nap. Take a bath. Masturbate. Text my boyfriend. Text my mom. Call my best friend. More series. More movies. Order take-out for delivery. Rinse and Repeat. It was during the afternoon of that 2
nd
day that I received the notification on my phone.
Snapchat- Add a friend- Jared. His animated picture looked like he had black hair with a black beard and a smiling face. Who the hell is this guy?
The notification triggered a memory of 6 months ago. I remembered my experience adding a stranger several months earlier.
I received a friend request from someone named Ryan. He reached out to me on Snapchat and had started getting to know me. He piqued my interest by telling me that we used to work at the bank together. He also said that he was very attracted to me back then and that he considered me his dream girl. I have to admit that it appealed to my vanity. The me he remembered would have been a beautiful young woman before her body had been taken over by children, time and neglect during an unhealthy marriage.
He sent me a dick pic. I was so unsettled. I didn't know what to do but my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him questions. Who did he remember working with? Where did he meet me? I initially thought he might have been my ex-husband. The only person who would know the answers to all of the various questions I had asked him had to either be A- Someone who knew me intimately or B- Someone I had in fact worked with. After texting with him for a few days via snapchat, he had sent multiple dick pics and videos and asked me to return the favor. I had just started dating my boyfriend and while he wasn't the jealous type I didn't want to disrupt our new start in my life and I decided to delete him.
Add a friend- Jared request stared back at me while I contemplated what to do. I suspected it could be that same weirdo who said he had worked with me before. I can't say that I know a Jared, or at least a Jared that would be capable of sending dick pics. In the end curiosity/ sheer boredom won out and I accepted. What's the worst that could happen?
I could immediately see that he was typing. He said, "Remember me," and sent me a dick pic. At this point it seemed harmless and I was so hard up from several days without sex with my boyfriend. I knew it was a risk but, it was something different, so I started talking with him.
He told me he was still doing what he did the last time we had chatted (the mortgage business), he had since broken up with his girlfriend (new from the last time) and he still fantasized about what I looked like naked. This time my libido was stretched thin, and I was hard up. I kept the conversation going. We started sexting via Snapchat. I knew exactly what I was doing when he sent me a picture of his hard mushroom head tip standing proudly erect from his hand tipping it forward for the camera. Instead of changing the subject as I had done in the past, I grabbed my vibrator and replied, "Tell me what you would do with that cock if you were here right now?" The messages were sent eagerly back and forth as we exchanged lurid fantasies of taking each other bent over, against the sink, hands on the hips with legs on shoulders, etc. It was when I admitted my secret to him that I really started to let loose. I told him my most guarded empowering secret about myself that I discovered when I left my ex-husband. I am a squirter.
Backup- I always knew that I could squirt but didn't know how to control it. My sex life with my ex was one of the many difficult and contentious aspects of my relationship with him and it always left me feeling like I couldn't keep up, like I was broken because I didn't want it as much as he did. I also couldn't orgasm more than a few times a week. When I got divorced that all changed. I was so repulsed by the idea of being touched by anyone I was alone for a while before I entered back into sex with a person. It was at this time that I found how to touch myself and found that I could squirt. I could gush so much when I came hitting my own G spot and I could do it again and again. I loved this newfound superpower. I would touch myself to see how many times I could cum. My own personal record was about 32 in a single session that lasted about an hour and a half. I had gotten into the habit of masturbating in the shower just for the sake of easy clean up.
The kind of masturbating marathon I was having that afternoon was soaking my waterproof blanket underneath me.
I confessed my secret and Jared responded wildly. He was of course turned on by it. He was sending messages like: Oh my God that is so hot, my dick has never been this hard. It was at this time that I became even more brazen and sent him a picture of my breasts. He sent back the drool emoji and said they were even better than he imagined. I am a voluptuous woman. My breasts are natural and heavy being 36 DDD and it seemed he was a fan. After his quick reply I got another dick pic and then a video call. This freaked me out and I did not respond. I kept the storyline going. I texted him I would straddle his face and cum all over his chin, my juices running down his jawline. Another video call comes through, and I decline again. I decide I'm so fiercely turned on; this is after I have given myself about 12 orgasms, and I tell him as much. He says he wants to get that number to 20 and we make it a game as I proceed to cum very quickly even asking him for permission when we get to number 17 which he drew out like an expert dom. After having declined about 5 different video calls I send him a picture of my pussy, post squirting orgasm. This reveals my wet glistening lips and a tiny reservoir of liquid getting ready to spill down my ass crack. He sends me the video of him Cumming and says that was the one that pushed him over the edge.
Through the course of our chatting that afternoon and the next day I tried to get Jared's identity from him. I became a little more panicked after I had engaged in sexting with pictures knowing full well, he could be anybody and I, like an idiot, had shared myself with a stranger (my face wasn't in them, but it was still risky). By the end of the 3
rd
day, I felt I had been sufficiently ghosted by Jared and I was fine with that. It was a lapse in judgement. I had a wonderful boyfriend who satisfied me immensely, when I am actually able to see him, and he didn't deserve for me to be engaging in whatever this was on the side.
I was actively trying to forget my moment of erotic stupidity when my doorbell rang the afternoon of my 3