Since your break up with Tommy you had almost become a recluse. Everywhere you went people would ask "Where's Tommy?", and were surprised to hear you had split up, telling you that you had always made such a wonderful couple.
But they didn't know the real Tommy, did they? They didn't have to put up with Tommy insistently asking if he could tie you up to have sex with, and getting irritable when you said "NO".
All they ever saw was the happy face he always had on outside the apartment. Inside he was different. Sometimes he was gentle, sometimes not as gentle and other times when he was almost brutal in his lovemaking. But even then he had always teased you, and had enough control to make sure you finished before he did. But he would keep asking if he could tie you up. Eventually it drove a wedge between you, and the sex grew more infrequent, until there was no sex at all, and shortly after, Tommy moved out.
It has been three months since the split and your best friend, Sally, kept telling you to arrange a blind date. "Put yourself back on the market", was her favorite saying. Sort of let people know that you still had a life after Tommy.
At first you said "No", but Sally has a habit of winding you up, until you agree to anything she wants, and she did so until you finally agreed to put an ad in the personals, believing it to be a waste of time.
You never gave it another thought, and was shocked when Sally brought the paper to you a couple of days later. All the reply said was
Love to meet you... Dream Boy
This was a direct response to your ad, which Sally has suggested you sign Dream Girl so no one would know who you really are.
Another week went by as you argued with Sally whether or not you should respond. She, of course, said yes, but you were not too sure, but once again Sally won, and decided to put another response in the paper saying "Dream Girl to Dream Boy...when and where?"
The response was there in the return paper, saying he would meet you Friday at a restaurant in a suburb of the city. Sally saw this as a challenge, and decided that you had to dress for the part, and took you shopping. She insisted that you buy this tight white mini dress, but you kept telling her you could see your panties through it. Sally just smiled, and you ended up giving in again.
Sally arranged to pick you up and drop you off close to the restaurant on the Friday night, but you guessed it was to make sure you wore the dress she had bullied you into buying. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you COULD see your knickers through it, and your nipples, pointing out of the thin material of your bra, and telling you they were there as well.
Sally pulled you out of the apartment before you had a chance to change your mind, and drove off into the early evening.
She had arranged to drop you off one block from the meeting point, so your blind date would not know where you had come from, and on cue she stopped the car, and forced you out, ignoring your hesitance. Before you could change your mind and get back in the car, she drove away, leaving you in a poorly lit area of town you did not know.
You started walking towards the restaurant, looking around you constantly. You noticed that the next streetlight was out, and to make it worse, it started to rain, not heavy, but a fine drizzle that was sure to make your dress translucent. You started to walk a bit faster, passing some hoarding at a vacant lot. As you passed the hoarding a pair of arms shot out and grabbed you, pulling you behind the wooden panels and into the darkness.
You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth, as you are thrown to the floor, the breath being knocked out of you. The arms grab at you again, as someone sits on your back, pressing your tits into the hard core of the site, and wrapping a blindfold around your eyes. He then grabs both of your arms, pulling them backwards, and you feel cold metal as he snaps a pair of handcuffs on you. The gag is the last thing he did to you, before he pulls you to your feet, and starts to walk you away. You hear him open a car door, and you are bundled inside. And then, the door closes behind you. Seconds later you hear the driverβs car open, and close, and the car begins to move.
You have the idea of following the route in your mind, but there are so many twists and turns you soon lose track of where you have been, and lay on the floor of the car, in front of the back seat. thinking of your poor new white dress.
It seems forever, but eventually the car stops, and you hear the driver get out and open your door. He pulls you out and drags you, stumbling, and up three steps, and into a building. A door opens, and you are led down some steep steps, falling as you lose your footing. The man allows you to fall the last two steps, landing in a heap at the bottom, before dragging you to your feet again, and pulling you across the room.
You feel a wall at your back, and as you stand there cold metal snaps around your left ankle. Almost immediately the same coldness snaps to your right ankle. The man then half turns you around, and raises your right arm, and in seconds more cold metal is snapped around it. You scream, but the gag prevents the sound from traveling, as the man competes the job by fastening the last manacle to your left hand, so you are now standing with your arms up over your head, and your legs pulled apart.
You didn't need to see it to know that your dress is in tatters, and the feel of the knife as it cuts through and removes the rest brings further tears to your eyes. You feel the cold touch of the knife inside the waistline of your panties, and in a second, they are gone, lying at your feet with the remnants of your dress, exposing your shaven pussy to whoever wants to see it.
Again the knife touches your skin, where the sides of your bra are, and again the knife moves through the material as if it were not there. In another few seconds you are naked, and can feel hot eyes burning into your large tits, their 38C glory on display, and with no way of covering them up.