CW: Abduction fantasy, nonconsent, D/s, humiliation, bondage, toys.
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The cameras in the attic I'd converted into her study showed her thrash and wriggle in her padded desk chair. An orgasm maybe, or perhaps she was just overstimulated. I'd taken the wheels off her chair. That's how accidents happen.
I'd been watching the screen off and on for nearly an hour and her pace had slowed. I'd decided to give her a break. Well, a break from writing, anyway. I soaked a washcloth in warm water and filled a bottle with water and ice.
Meg had been writing since dawn. I woke her up when I got up, from foam-lined kennel I kept near my bed. It had been an adjustment for her I knew but she was adapting. On her blog she'd posted how scared she was that her abusive ex-boyfriend was released last week and that she planning to go into hiding. An indefinite hiatus from her erotica, she'd said. I'd solved both problems for her.
My cock stiffened against the rough fabric of my jeans and I pictured the walk I would take her on tonight. We were in a warm snap and I decided she needed the exercise. I'd leash her and show her around treed-in yard. There were no other houses around but even so I might keep the cuffs on her ankles chained in case she saw fit to run. She'd only get lost and hurt herself, the very thing she was trying to avoid now that Bryan was out of prison.
I passed the bookshelf I'd dedicated to Meg. I'd formatted and printed every one of her stories, over a hundred, sewn the pages and covered them with black kid leather. I'd read each a dozen times or more and knew Meg better than anyone.
At the top of two floors I unlocked the attic door and saw her, my perfect Meg. I'd tied her long dark hair out of her face. I'd shaved her pussy bald after I brought her home, knowing she would have done it herself if she had the time. All the heroines in her story had bald pussys so as to increase physical sensation. I'd fitted her wrists and ankles with cuffs. The ankle cuffs were attached to the chair legs to keep her knees apart. The wrist cuffs were padlocked to the desk to keep her hands in position to write. Her desk faced the window so she could enjoy the natural light, with the added benefit that she quickly realized there was no cars, no houses, no traffic here. Bryan wouldn't find her but neither would anyone else.
I'd fitted her with a small buttplug and a chastity belt with a vibrating dildo inside. She couldn't touch herself but her body was stuffed full. I knew she liked chastity belts and dildos, and that she always longed to have her ass trained and I was happy to do it, though she whimpered bitterly into the cock gag she slept in when it came time to insert or remove it. Another couple days at that size and maybe and she'd start to crave something more challenging. The thought of fucking her ass and plugging her back up with my cum still deep inside made my cock throb against my jeans. I had to be patient. I had already pushed her hard, but I couldn't risk hurting her.
Her eyes found mine. Unlike yesterday and the day before, she didn't look frightened. Tired and overwhelmed perhaps, but not frightened. When she'd felt me enter the room she'd stifled her grunts and moans because she knew if I ungagged her I'd want silence.
