What a thoroughly rotten day!! It started out lousy and went downhill from there. First a flat tire on my way to work. Then I found out I was passed over AGAIN for that promotion I've been working so hard for. And worst of all, today is my birthday and no one noticed! Not my parents, none of my siblings, none of my co-workers, and last but certainly not least, my fiancé. I thought I would have at least gotten a phone call from him. Oh well. No sense feeling sorry for myself, it does no good anyway. My arms are full of grocery bags, as well as my purse, briefcase and my laptop. I can barely maneuver to get my key in the door. I manage to just get the door open and dump everything on the kitchen table right next to the door. Suddenly, before I can turn on the light, I'm grabbed from behind by a large pair of leather-covered, extremely strong hands. One hand is clasped over my mouth and the other covers my eyes.
"Not a word! Or you'll be sorry!"
I nod to show I understand and he slowly releases his grip on my mouth. The next thing I know I feel a very silky-feeling cloth cover my eyes and it's tied securely behind my head. I don't recognize the voice, but there is something very familiar about the hands. "I won't hurt you, not if you don't fight me. But I WILL have my way with you! If you cooperate perhaps you might even enjoy it!" I was terrified, yet I could feel myself getting wet. How can I possibly be getting aroused when my very life might be in danger? How sick am I? The "Voice" instructs me to disrobe, "Now! Take everything off! Now! Right here! Don't strain my patience or you will pay the price!" I struggle to undress as fast as I can, leaving my designer business-wear in a heap on the floor. I'm shaking so hard I can almost hear my knees knocking. I know I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I just don't know if it's from fear or excitement. I must be insane!
I feel those hands again. They reach from behind me and grip my breasts - tightly, pinching my nipples, pulling them, twisting them.
The "Voice" laughs. "You know you're enjoying it, you slut! Now move your ass! Get in the bedroom! You don't need to see - it's your apartment, you should be able to find your way." I make my way to the bedroom, stumbling over kitchen chairs, and cat food dishes in the process. He then instructs me to get on the bed and to lie on my back. "Okay bitch, spread 'em!"
"What are you going to do with me? Please don't hurt me!" I receive no verbal response. My questions were met with silence. I felt one foot being gripped by those maddeningly familiar hands. Then something soft, yet strong, being wrapped around my ankle...then it was tied to the bedpost. The same thing was done to the other foot. When he finished with my feet I was left wide open. Exposed to the world. The world that at the moment was only populated by me and "The Voice". I felt so degraded, so vulnerable and I'm ashamed to admit, so aroused! This detail was not missed by my captor. I was startled by a touch "down there." Just a quick run of his finger between my folds and then I heard him chuckle to himself. He said nothing but I knew he had something sinister planned and was thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
Next I felt my hand being ripped way from my breast where I had vainly tried to preserve some minute shred of modesty. Again he chuckled to himself and fastened my wrist to the bedpost with the same soft, slippery, sensual, strong bands that he used for my feet. Yet again this was repeated with my other hand.
There I was, spread wide open on my bed like the meat on an open-faced sandwich. My mind was reeling! What's happening to me? WHY is this happening to me? Who is this villain? IS he a villain? His voice is cruel, his hands are determined yet gentle. And strangely familiar...
That familiarity plays a most sadistic game with my mind. Who could this be? And most of all WHY????? Then just as suddenly as he appeared, he seems to disappear. There is nothing but the sound of my breathing and my heart pounding and those ever-present questions in my head.
I lay there, shamefully exposed, for what seems like hours - but was it really? Is anything what it seems to be?
Out of the silence and darkness he is back. I know it's "him" by his scent. I can't quite make out the fragrance...is it cologne? No, it's a "clean" smell...like soap or shampoo. I hear him moving around but he says nothing. I hear what sounds like he is undressing. Dear God! What is he going to do to me??
