Strange Comforts
I was going to die. The walls were closing in. It was getting hard to breath. If the power didn't come back on soon and got this elevator moving again I was going to lose my mind. If I hadn't already. I began to hyperventilate. I continued pacing around the small space. The woman trapped with me let out a frustrated growl. She grabbed me and tossed me into the corner. Reaching into her bag she produced long coils of white cotton rope which she then promptly used to bind me nice and tight.
"There," she said, sliding down behind me and pulling me close against her, "maybe now I can get a little peace."
Amily was a very strange woman. I first met her just that morning when she came to my father's office looking to hire a new accountant. It was the summer after my senior year and I was working as a gofer until I left for college in the fall. My father was a very conservative man, as such he was none too pleased to hear this potential new client was a self-professed 'bondage therapist'. As she explained it she was a stress relief therapist who used Japanese bondage techniques, soothing music and cuddling to help people relieve their stress. Dad showed her the door.
It was then I noticed she'd left her bag so I went running after her. It was less to do with being a nice guy and more with her just being plain hot. She was just a few years older than me, if I had to guess I'd have to say early twenties, and spoke with a beautiful almost lyrical English accent. She was shorter than myself at around 5'2" with stunning Olive toned skin from her mixed Colombian ancestry. It complimented her long wavy black hair and dark brown eyes. Though the part of her that garnered my juvenile attentions was her clearly visible DD breasts.
The storm raged outside as I ran out of my father's offices on the fourteenth floor and followed Amily into the elevator. We learned later lightning had struck a nearby transformer. All I knew at the time was that the lights went out and the elevator stopped. So that's how I ended up bound and held by her. She pulled out her phone and started playing her soothing music. She maneuvered me so my head rested against her breasts and I could look up into her face.
"Better?" she asked.
"I ... uh ... I don't know."
"Don't worry Baby, I won't let go until we're safe on the ground. You're safe with me. I'll never let anything bad happen to you."
"Thank you."
As we waited she began to lovingly stroke my hair. It was very soothing. A short time later she began kissing my forehead.
"Is this what you do with all your clients?" I asked, "This seems a bit ... personal."
"Yes and no. There's no kissing or anything overtly sexual. The cuddling is much more maternal than erotic."
"Then why are you kissing me?"
"You're cute."
I blushed. I was honestly surprised I had any blood to rush to my cheeks. Most had gone down to my penis the moment my head touched her breasts. Her hands roamed all over my body examining her work.
"Not my best. Usually I take far more time. It's a shame, you have a beautiful body, it would look so good properly secured."
My breathing returned to normal. My mind cleared.
"I'm feeling much better, thank you."
"Good."
"You can untie me now."
"That's not happening."
"Why not?"
"It's not everyday I get my hands on a cute boy like you. I'm not letting go until I have to."
What could I do? Besides I was loving it.
Several hours later power was fully restored. The elevator made it's way back to the ground.
"Looks like the fun's over," I sighed.
Amily looked lost in thought for a moment.
"Amily?"
"Call your father, tell him you're safe and staying at a friend's house."
It was past time for me to leave for the day. I didn't want to go all the way back up. I also wanted to know where this was going.
"Which friend will I be staying with?"
She pulled me closer and kissed me on the mouth.
"The one who's gonna tie you up every weekend. The one you'r gonna move in with when you go off to college. The one who holds you close and never let's you go."
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My Only Wish (This Year)
by ZTVfemdomtales
God, I hate Christmas. Everywhere you look pictures of happy families and loving couples enjoying age old traditions greet you. For those of us single and alone on the holiday it's like salt in the wound. God, why couldn't I just meet a nice guy? Someone who's not a total jackass. Is that so much to ask for?
I sighed and looked across my crowded office. My eyes landed on him. Philip Amboni, the source of current bad mood. He was the man I loved. The man I obsessed over every night. The man I wanted to be with more than anything else in this world. The man who was married to the boss's bimbo daughter. God! Life is so unfair!
Trying to distract myself I began browsing the internet. It was Christmas Eve, we were closed the next day, why bother working. I don't remember what I hit but I found myself looking at a very strange little article.
The Secret Legend of Mrs. Claus
Crossmanx
We all know about Santa's midnight ride. How he travels the world delivering toys to the good boys and girls while Mrs. Claus waits for him at home. Well if you believe some of the older more obscure legends out there this may not be the case.
According to these tales Mrs. Claus is not the kindly old woman we see depicted every Christmas. The story goes one year Santa crashed into the home of the legendary Amazons. He fell hard for an older warrior who left her home to be with him. Sounds like Wonder Woman a bit, doesn't it?
She is not satisfied with staying home alone while Santa is on his ride. So she goes on her own. She reads letters sent to her by the heartbroken women of the world. If she took pity on them she would fly down on Christmas Eve and steal the man (or woman) she loved and give him (or her) to her as a present. If she has sex with them while they're still wrapped they will fall madly in love with her.
I stopped reading after that. It was stupid. It was pointless. It was impossible. It was the only thing I wanted to do. I knew as I dropped it off in the mailbox nothing would come from it. It just made me feel better to write it. I went home and drunk myself to sleep.
Philip and his wife Alexa were asleep in bed when it happened. He shot straight up when he heard Alexa scream. She was being carried into the bathroom by five naked women with pointy ears carrying vibrators and ropes. Her pajamas had been torn off and tossed aside.
"Alexa!"
He jumped up to save her only to be tackled by a line backer. He looked up to see a beautiful, muscular, older woman crouching over him.
"Time to go."
I awoke the next morning head pounding. I walked down stairs to the kitchen to pop some Aspirin. It was then I heard the moaning. I ran into the living room. My heart stopped. Philip was laying under my tree, naked and bound by tight red and green ribbons and bows. A panel gag covered his mouth which read "Don't Open Till X-Mas".
