You think it is simply a day like any other. You leave your house, you drive your car, you go where you must. You do not see me today, just like all the times before, but today is different. Today you will be mine.
I don't know exactly why you pull into this parking lot and go into this building every week, nor do I care, it's simply a pattern that has given me opportunity. Efficiency has come from practice as I break into your car without anyone or thing noticing, I take my position on the floor in the backseat and wait.
It is a while before I hear you outside the car, your key slips into the lock and it clicks. You get in, putting your things on the passenger seat as you climb in and shut the door, sighing as you put on your seat belt and start the engine. Still, I wait, until you have pulled out into the street, then I make my presence known.
"Be calm, and do as I say," I pitch my voice and the cold metal of my handgun caresses the back of your neck, "we are going to take a ride." I direct you through the traffic to a quieter region, and further, into a wild area. You turn off the engine when I tell you to and I reach forward and pull you into the back with me. You tremble as I pin you to the seat, fastening rope around your wrists, looping it through the latch on the door. Too bad for you, I fastened the child locks while you were in the building.
"Who are you?" you ask, I don't answer. My identity is safely hidden behind a mask and wig, and I will certainly not allow you to see any parts of me that will tell you who I am. All you know is that I am a woman and you are my captive. I tie your feet together and fasten them to the opposite door as well. I put a golf ball in your mouth and duct-tape across your lips to hold it in place before tying on a blindfold. I throw a blanket over you, just in case of prying eyes. Now I am free to climb into the front and drive wherever I please.
I drive around in circles until even I am a bit disoriented, then pull into the garage, I turn off the car and leave you in it to make a few last preparations. I left these on purpose so you would hear them, the scrape of wood over tile, the clink of chains, a few miscellaneous thuds as I drop items into place, the rustle of cloth and leather. You hear me walking back to the car, I can see you shaking beneath the blanket before I even open the door, stretching you to full length before I unfasten your feet from the door and let them drop towards the floor. I pull the blanket out and then climb in on top of you rather than walk around to reach your hands, I want to feel you struggle beneath me because you have no idea it's me. I sigh as you wriggle between my legs, and I think I may have given myself away because you freeze, but I realize you simply heard that I was becoming aroused from your struggles and refuse to give me the satisfaction.
"Don't even think of trying to run, because I guarantee you a bullet is faster," I whisper hoarsely as I caress the side of your face with the cool metal, you flinch away, but nod an acknowledgment. I unfasten your hands from the door and guide you to get out of the car, then up the few steps from the garage into the house. I shove you against a wall and detach the ropes from you, then take a step back.
"Strip!" I command, and sit on the sofa to watch as you yank the blindfold off and look around wildly. The surroundings tell you nothing about who I am, you've never seen inside my place before. The toys laid out on the breakfast bar make your eyes bulge, and then your eyes fall on me and the weapon laying in my lap pointing in your general direction.
"Well, get on with it!" I gesture at you and you blush before beginning to peel your clothes from your body reluctantly. I know you too well for this though, I can see you are arousal, just behind the fear and confusion. I try not to flinch as you pull the tape from your face and spit out the golf ball last.
"What the hell?!" you begin loudly.
"Ah ah ah, inside voice," I say, wagging my finger at you like a naughty child or pet, "wouldn't want someone to interrupt before I've finished playing with you. It will be play so long as you don't fight me, but if you do..." I gesture the weapon in my hand at another table of items, these ones not quite so pleasant looking as the ones on the counter.
"What do you want?" you ask quietly.
"Isn't that obvious? You. I saw you, wanted you, took you and brought you here so I can have...you." I hiss and gesture around, " As you can see, we are sealed in, the windows are covered and everything is padlocked and the keys are all in my safe. You will do as I tell you or suffer the consequences and if you please me well, I might let you go unscathed." I let this sink into your brain as you stand there looking shocked.
"Now then," I say, "first things first, you will call me Mistress or Ma'am at all times, is that clear?"
"Yes Ma'am," I hear the beginnings of change in your voice and know that your will is beginning to crumble.
"Good, you learn quickly, now come help me with my boots," I crook a finger at you, then point at the floor near my feet. You walk over and drop to your knees near my feet, unlace and pull off my boots and socks, then begin to slowly massage my feet. I can feel your hands shaking as they rub me.
"Is this good Mistress?" you ask.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but good nonetheless" I sigh and slide down on the sofa, unbutton and zip my jeans, sliding them off my hips, switching the weapon from hand to hand as needed. My aroma already beginning to become apparent in the small room, if you were not so scared, you would recognize it.
"Here, let me help...Ma'am" you say, voluntarily helping to pull my jeans down the rest of the way revealing the black lace at the apex of My thighs.
"You're beginning to like this, aren't you?" I smirk at you through my mask.
