There she is, there is my princess. I always look forward to our time together. It doesn't matter what we do; anything from yoga, exercising, watching T.V. to reading or writing in her journal. I don't care as long as I get to spend time with her.
She is so beautiful, sexy, and innocent. She has no idea that every night I sit within the trees in her front yard and watch her through her living room window. Almost every night she will wake up, open one of the living room windows, and put a fan in it. I wait all day for our time together, until the darkness hides me from her.
Sometimes she will stand there staring into the night deep in thought. On those nights she usually ends up writing in her journal and then going back to bed. Those nights I'm left yearning to hold her; have her confide in me so I can make it better. I have read her entries in her journal on the several occasions when I have snuck into her house. Her journal is a window into her mind and heart that lets me see how she is doing. It breaks my heart to read what she has been going through because of that husband of hers.
My favorite nights we spend together are when she does yoga or her butt exercises. She has a beautiful ass so I don't know why she is trying so hard to increase it. Probably that husband of hers; putting her down, making her insecure but I will take you away from this soon my sweet, just please be strong. Anyway she is usually wearing skimpy night clothes when she does her exercises and sometimes she even does it naked. I drink in her perfection. She is very shy with her body. She never dresses revealing or slutty but in her home she feels free and protected to walk around in the nude. The house is back off of the road surrounded by forest. On these nights she leaves me hot and needy. If she only knew how many times I have masturbated standing in her front yard, shooting my cum all over her flowers while I watch her bend and twist. I have come all the way up to the window and stood just off to the side so I can hear her talking to herself. It takes all my strength to rush in and save her.
Soon. Soon she will be mine. I am a patient man but the time is getting near for her to come home with me where she belongs. I have been watching, or I guess you could say stalking, her for months now. I know everything about her and her husband's schedules. Sometimes I think that she can sense me watching. She will stop and look out into the dark, staring straight at me without even knowing it. It leaves my skin tingling and my balls tighten.
As easy as it is to stroll into her yard to watch her the new dog they are housing likes to bark and alert the neighborhood that I am there so I can't always be there to catch a glimpse of her. Or there are times when she sleeps through the night and that is when I am glad that I went in and installed all of the cameras. I can watch her from my phone or tablet in each room of the house.
Well the time has finally arrived. Her husband has been scheduled to work over night for a twelve hour shift leaving my love home alone all night. This is the perfect time for me to retrieve her. My heart speeds up in anticipation as I run my finger down her cheek on the tablet.
"Night sweetheart, be safe", Cathleen tells her husband Craig as he gets ready to leave for the night shift.
"You too, and remember that the gun is in the drawer next to my side of the bed," he kisses her as he grabs his lunch and leaves for work.
I set the alarm, make sure all of the windows and curtains are closed, and prepare for my shower. I lock the bedroom door, take the pistol into the bathroom and place it next to my cell phone on the floor next to the shower and lock the bathroom door. I hate staying home over night by myself.
When I get out of the shower I could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I wrap the towel around my hair and the other one around my body, grab my cell phone and the pistol and carefully walk into the living room. Everything is the way I left it. "You're being paranoid silly," I tell myself when I return to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and dressing for bed I go out, turn on my T.V. and crawl into bed accidentally forgetting the pistol in the bathroom on the counter. It doesn't take long for me to drift off.
I jerk awake around 3 a.m. not sure what caused me to wake but as I roll over to get more comfortable I come face to face with a masked man. "Hello beautiful," he purrs. I immediately roll over grabbing for the pistol that should be on my night stand only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" the deep voice asks holding up my gun. As my eyes meet his he can already read my next move and as I lunge to get out of the bed I am slammed back down onto my back causing the air to be pushed from my lungs. He is straddling me before I even have time to blink, holding both of my wrist in one of his hands above my head. He leans down placing his forehead on mine looking straight into my eyes. "Time to go home sweetheart," I hear him say and as I am about to scream he places a rag over my mouth and nose. I try to hold my breath while I toss my head back and forth and thrust my hips up trying to buck him off but I am no match for him and eventually my lungs are burning so desperately for air that I am forced to take a huge breath. Inhaling the medicine smell of the chloroform soaked rag my head starts to spin, black spots start crowding in on the outskirts of my vision, and his smiling face hidden by the mask is the last thing I see when my eyes drift shut.
She is so beautiful, especially when her big green eyes are fill with fear. Getting in was no problem. I have been inside several times. Sometimes I even hang out in the attic and watch through the peep holes I have placed all over her home as she gets ready for bed, sleeps, and occasionally when that husband of hers decides he wants sex. I hate watching him put his filthy hands on my woman but I love to watch her and I can't wait until it's me she is under moaning and squirming. Leaving the pistol in the bathroom was a mistake on her part and one that she is probably kicking herself for but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I loved the look of absolute shock when she rolled over and I was laying there smiling at her. I could see it in her eyes as she tried to figure out what was going on. She put up quite a fight but then again she isn't getting away from me and nothing gets my cock harder than her fighting me. I can't wait until she wakes up at home.
Slowly I start to come awake and even though my head is killing me I immediately notice that I am not in my bed any more. In fact I am not only not in my bed, I am not in my room, not in my house, and not in my sleeping clothes. The pain in my head causes me to moan in agony and as I try to roll over and rub my head I realize that I am tied down spread eagle buck ass naked on a king size bed with the softest silk sheets in a room lite by candles. The room reminds me more of a sex dungeon than a bedroom. As I look around the room I see all kinds of whips, floggers, cane poles, chains, etc neatly hung on all of the walls. I can only imagine the sexual devices stored in the dressers along the wall. If this were a different situation I would find this extremely sexy. In fact I can feel my pussy starting to moisten as I look around. What is wrong with me? Craig and I have been delving into the BDSM scene but this goes beyond what we have played with.
"Mmmmm you are a delicious sight to behold. You have no idea how long I have fantasized about you finally being here with me where you belong." He startles me when he starts speaking from the corner where he has been watching me.
