His name was really Lionel but he liked to be called Lion. His mane of blond hair certainly made sense and it wasn't hard for me to like him. Great sense of humor and quite the looker. He was quite the dominant male even in a hot club like Snake Eyes. Three times, girls in clubwear that barely covered their thongs tried to break in on our conversation but Lionel made it clear that he was mine for the evening.
Or shall I say, I was his? When he put his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the club, I felt his power. It thrilled me to finally be with a dominant man instead of these overly sensitive wusses. There are just times when I need a big hard cock and take it hard.
Knowing what I know now, it was a stupid thing to do, really, no matter how nice the guy seemed. Going home in his car to his place after just meeting him? What can I say, my libido was awfully demanding that night. If it hadn't been, nothing more would have happened.
The car ride was quiet and that made me nervous but also excited me more. I reached out to fondle his bulge and he quickly pulled my hand away. This was on his terms.
We pulled up the driveway to a small suburban two-story on a street I didn't catch the name of. He didn't hesitate when we walked into his house. As soon as the door shut, his arm was around my body, pressing my arms against my sides. I laughed nervously as I struggled to get free.
"You don't have to play hard to get, Lion, I'm here for you," I said, my voice shaking a little.
His response? The pungent rubber taste of a ballgag pushed into my mouth. My mind panicked as he buckled the ball in place with leather around my head. I wanted to fight but I couldn't move. It was like he'd already won, some part of my brain, or my cunt had already surrendered.
At least until it was too late. When the handcuffs clicked around my wrists I began to struggle... much too late.
I yelled through the ball gag and pulled against his grasp. The downside of going home with a big strong man became apparent as my struggles were pathetic in comparison. My mind flashed, remembering my girlfriend, Renee, urging me to take a self-defense course. Which I didn't. I couldn't even find a way to kick him in his balls.
His arms were as powerful as I suspected and he pushed me to a door. He unlocked a padlock on the door and pushed me through. I stumbled down some stairs, barely able to keep from breaking a heel on my shoes. My breath was rasping through my nose as I couldn't breathe through the ballgag. My wrists flexed but the cuffs were on very tight. No room for escape.
I got to the bottom of the stairs without falling and my eyes went wide. Lion had a real dungeon, stocked with bindings, leather, whips, chains, sex toys, and many things I couldn't describe.
First, he led me to a person-sized cage and locked me in. It was too small front-to-back for me to turn around or really move much at all.
