Consciousness drifted back in snatches. The ceiling, high above was gray, possibly cement block. Sleep. My body: naked, a faint pain deep between my legs. Sleep. My arms out, my legs apart, a comfortable softness beneath my bottom. Sleep. Then as awareness finally coalesced around me, I began to realize I was not at home, but somewhere else.
I was on a bed in a dimly lit basement bedroom; as I tried to sit up, I realized how firmly my arms and legs were lashed in the spread-eagle position I had awoken in. I had been kidnapped! I strained against the leather belts holding me and they wouldn't budge. Looking down, I began to feel scared when I saw new piercings in my nipples. I felt a cool breeze on my pussy, like someone had shaved it and a feeling of fullness told me something had been left stuck inside of me. I felt terrified and alone. I strained with my tiny, naked body against all hope, trying to break free.
I knew this situation was our landlord escalating his blackmail. I had slept with him less and less willingly over the past month. At first I had reveled in his blackmail: being forced to cheat on my husband with a cruel and dominant man turned me on so much – I wanted to get fucked hard by him, and without shame because I had no choice – but I began to resist as the landlord's visits continued.
I felt more and more responsible for the dirty humiliating sex I was enjoying so much. Now being tied naked in a basement? Disturbing, more than a little frightening, but honestly: pretty fucking hot.
Once again I had no choice, and that got me shamefully wet for Master. I thought about the tall, strong, handsome, older man who had carried me here, stripped off my clothes and tied me to this bed. Possibly he had had his way already. The thought made me angry, but I yearned for his strong hands all the more thinking about it.
"Master" I whispered, wondering if he was in the room; saying this felt natural, as it always did when my pussy was hot for him. I got wetter and wetter as I thought about him and I thrust slightly, straining against my ties and grinding whatever he had stuck in my pussy against the bedclothes. My struggles only frustrated my desire though, because with my legs spread I couldn't stimulate my clit. I soon gave up, but was desperate for the strong touch of my absent Master.
Then I realized that Alex could still save me. I was powerless for now, but soon I might be found. Alex hadn't touched me sexually in a month; I wouldn't have let him anyway. We both seemed to agree that Master was better at that, and Alex had willingly left that part of our relationship to the better man. Now Master had really gone too far though, and Alex would have called to police. This was hot, and if forced to play along I could enjoy the ride, but I knew this would soon be over.
In the mean time I was scared about getting pregnant. On my first night with Master, he had made me rub his semen up into my pussy and refused to use a condom or pull out, but afterward I had taken a morning after pill, then gone directly on birth control. I didn't have any of that here though and my womb was – for now – Master's as well. All I could do was hope to be rescued before his seed took root.
I closed my eyes in resignation, but thinking of Alex looking for me, I felt a bit less out of control than I had before.
