"Hello?" I tried to say, through a strip of cloth that was tied across my open mouth.
I tried to sit up without success, I had forgotten that both my hands and feet were bound to bedposts; and my eyes covered in a blindfold.
"Shit!" I mumbled out in frustration.
My mind wandered back to the night before when I was out drinking with my girlfriend Paige. She was a sexually inexperienced nineteen year old girl I had been dating for the last several weeks.
We had just seen a very sexually explicit movie about a young lady and an older much richer man. In many of the scenes the lady was tied up, with both a gag and blindfold.
Later in the car she remarked. "I'd love to try that one day!"
"Yeah me too!" I said absent mindedly as I drove.
Her phone rang, and we didn't discuss it any further. Throughout the night I drank like a fish, getting very drunk. Paige suggested that we crash at her mother's place since it was closer.
"I can't promise that I will be quiet!" I said slurring my words.
"Don't you worry..." She said with an evil laugh. Being drunk, I joined in the laughter unknowingly.
Once in her room, I stripped down and passed out. While I slept she must have tied and gagged me... here I now lay waiting to receive my punishment.
"Paige?" I mumbled out.
Only silence answered me. I could feel a rage growing in me. As hot as Paige was, I was a forty-two year old black man with no patience for millennials with no sense of time!
I fought with all my might; yelling out as loud as my gag would allow. I pulled, yanked, and reefed with all my power, but like King Knut yelling at the tide, I couldn't improve my situation.
With my anger spent, my body exhausted, I caught my breath as I tried to figure out my situation.
I remember Paige saying that she had to work in the breath; also that her mother was... I forget, either her mother was back in Montreal, or was working graveyards.
Unable to tell time; I resigned myself to either a day of waiting for Paige to come home, or being discovered by her mother Veronica.
My mind wondered as I day-dreamed about Veronica. Although the two women were the same height, they couldn't be any different.
Paige was a slim, pale white brunette, who wore yoga pants and a sweater; whereas Veronica was buxom blonde, swarthy in colour, always dressing in stylish clothing.
The thought of looking down the Mother's top, and seeing those two large orbs got me aroused. My exposed hose uncoiled and grew long and hard.
"Arg!!" I cried out when I wasn't able to act upon my primal instinct.
I felt like a man the desert who discovered his oasis was really a mouthful of sand.
In time I relaxed, and decided to sleep through my torture. My final thoughts before sleep overtook me was tying Paige to this very bed, and leaving her ghost white ass just like she left me.
Being blindfolded in a quiet room time had become eternal. I could feel the heat of day, but didn't know if it was noon, or five pm.
I dreamt about how I met Paige. I'm a bored single accountant who tutored on the side. She was for a better word, was a slut in search of a Sugar Daddy.
Oddly enough her forty-eight year old mother didn't mind our relationship; she didn't even balk at me spending the night on occasion. My dreams then shifted from the daughter to the mother.
I didn't mind Paige, but as a boobman, I was beginning to tire of her deficiency in the udder department. She was a B-cup wearing the most expensive bra I could buy, whereas her mother was easily a D-cup or larger.
In my fitful rest, I could feel myself getting hard again, it twitched like a nervous snake.
A soft distant noise snapped me out of my day-dream, and back to the real-world. It could have been a door shutting, although my sense of hearing was greatly enhanced, it was still very faint.
I was unsure how to react, do I scream out for Paige, only to have her mother find me?
An odd thought entered my mind, what if there were a creepy uncle visiting to water the flowers? Would I be at the mercy of someone I didn't know?
If some woman, or even another man were to give me a blowjob, there would be precocious little I could do to stop them. Theoretically a man, or a woman with a strap-on could crawl between my legs, and have me squealing like a pig! I couldn't even close my legs!
All these worries had me concerned, so I decided to put on a brave face, and remain quiet until Paige came home to release me.
The silence was again cut by the sound of footfalls. I froze, although truth be told, that was all I could do aside from mumble.
On the hard wood floor, it sounded like high heels, but not being a shoe expert, I was very unsure. It could be Paige, or Veronica, or even the maid, although I doubt they could afford one.
It seemed to me like the footfalls were getting closer. The maid scenario played again in my mind, would she call the police? As an African-American surely I'd be shot when I didn't raise my hands?
I heard the door to Paige's room creek open, followed by several steps, then silence. Not knowing what was going to happen next was eating me alive, but I refused to beg for my freedom. Either I'd get it or I wouldn't.
Despite all my worries and the brave act I was attempting, I was still incredibly turned on from my erotic dreams during my nap. My morning wood laid rigid upon my stomach.
