Inspired (F/M) finale now up!

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Part 1 (mostly setup)
The line of her cleavage needed to be a little bolder. It didn’t match the depth of the real thing. If this was going to represent her it needed to be perfect. She was my muse. My inspiration. Honestly, just getting a glimpse of her felt like the only reason I had to live. She had no idea who I was.
Heather Hannah, the boss’s wife. Correction, the boss’s soon to be ex-wife. That was why old man Hannah was on the warpath. No one at Patton Printing was safe from the owner’s wrath. Any wrong move could cost you your job. In my case it could ruin my chances to be promoted to supervisor. Well, that and Narris. God that woman could be such a bitch. She wanted that job too and had been going out of her way to make me look bad in front of the boss.
Thankfully for me, I had my art to keep me sane. Not that most people would call it art. They would call it smut. Which, it was. It was a little comic strip I published online. No one knew about it. I would have died if they did, I thought. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone in my life seeing my drawings of myself as a spy being held prisoner by the sexy villainess Hannah Heat. Yeah, I’m not good with names.
I finished looking over the sketch I was working on, sighed, and left for work. Pulling into my usual spot outback I was surprised to find a rather elegant looking car in the spot next to it. Who did that belong to? None of us hourly stiffs I could tell you that much. As I climbed out of the car the convertible lowered its top. My heart skipped a beat. It was Ms. Hannah!
As always, she was so fucking sexy. She was older than I was, which wasn’t saying much since I was like nineteen. She was somewhere in her late thirties to early forties, I think. It’s rude to ask, you know. She didn’t really show her age though. She just radiated a certain kind of experience. Black hair flowed over her shoulders. Strong arms and a fit body felt molded into the contours of the car seat. Her breasts… oh, her breasts! In my frankly limited experience, I would have to say they were DDs or larger. They were so full, bouncy, soft and yet somehow still very firm at the same time. In other words, they were perfect. Her round face held piercing brown eyes and a knowing smile. She pointed to the vacant passenger’s seat.
“In.”
There was something about the way she said it. It was a command, but not one made in anger. Nor was there any arrogance or disdain. This was the confidence of a woman who gets things done. I had no right to deny her. I slipped into the seat with all the grace of the terrified baby deer that I was.
“H…hello, Ms. Hannah.”
“Please Baby, call me Miss Heat.”
My blood ran cold. How could she know?
“I…”
She placed a finger over my lips, silencing me.
“There’s no need to deny it. I received an interesting email last night. It had a link to your account and some scans of your work.”
“Please, let me explain.”
She clamped her entire palm over my mouth, holding my chin in place.
“No, no, no, I’ll do the talking. Understand?”
I nodded best I could.
“I assume the person who sent it was trying to get you in trouble. Maybe even fired.”
Narris!
“They just didn’t count on me loving them so much.”
Wait. What?
“I look so powerful in your drawings. So lively. So sensual. Is that how you really see me?”
My nod was much more emphatic that time.
“Nobody has made me feel like that in a long time. Thank you.”
I tried to say ‘you’re welcome’ but it came out all mutters.
“I’m a bit of an artist myself. I used to do some photography back in the day. That was until my husband, well ex husband soon enough, made me give it up. You’ve inspired me to give it another try. I want to remake your art as photographs. Do you consent?”
I nodded again. That would be amazing!
“Wonderful! Now here’s the best part. I want you to play Agent Dowd.”
“Me?” I mumble asked.
I hadn’t drawn Enzo Dowd to be me. I’m not strapping and cool like a spy should be. I’m gangly and unkempt. The focus was always on her. Hell, Enzo always went by En in the comics so I could make a stupid endowed joke.
“I can’t use anyone else. It has to be you.”
“Why me?” I tried to ask again.
“I want to show you how I see you, just like you’ve done for me. Will you please let me do that?”
She took her hand away at last. Funny, I kinda missed it.
“O…Ok.”
“Great! We’ll do a quick one right now before work. A proof of concept if you will.”
She gestured to the cellphone mounted on the dashboard in a little grip. I only then realized it was on and in the landscape position.
“I don’t know.”
“I promise, nice and quick.”
She pulled a fur coat out from the backseat.
“We’ll do a simple chloroform scene.”
She pressed a button on the phone starting a series of quick automatic shots. She held up the coat just enough to make sure it made it on camera. She pulled a bottle of perfume from her purse and poured some out onto the coat.
“It’s an old coat,” she explained.
She leaned over giving me a good view of her tits. I was so distracted by their majesty I forgot what kind of scene she said we were shooting. The next thing I knew the coat was over my nose and mouth. My lungs filled with the flowery aroma of the perfume. It smelt like her. I inhaled deeply, repeatedly. It was heaven. I soon found myself getting lightheaded though. I tried to tell her, but it came out as weak mumbles. My limbs felt heavy. I couldn’t push her way. My eyes slowly closed, and sleep took me.

[Simo]

Looking forward to more!

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Shit! Shit! Shit! What had she done? Heather shook the sleeping boy as hard as she could.
“Wake up!”
He just smiled dumbly and slept on. Well, he wasn’t dead, that was a good sign. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t let anyone see them like this. Fuck! She couldn’t let her husband see them like this! He was dragging his feet on the divorce as it was. This would give him all the leverage he needed to get exactly what he wanted. No, no, she couldn’t let that happen. That brought her back to the question at hand. What the hell was she going to do?
She could just leave him in his car. It was right there. He’d wake up and just go back to work. He could tell someone what she did. Would he tell someone? Would he be safe in his car? What if he got too hot? What if someone tried to steal it? No, no, she couldn’t just leave him behind. She did this to him. She had to take care of him till he woke up. Taking a deep breath she fired up her car, raised the top, and drove off.

Narris stood at the back window, watching. This was working out far better than she could have ever dreamed. She needed to find the security footage now.

With great effort I forced myself awake again. God, my head was still spinning a little. What the hell happened? He had been having the strangest dream about Ms. Hannah. Even stranger than the ones he normally had. Rolling over he nearly fell off the couch. Couch? When was the last time he fell asleep on the couch? It was far too uncomfortable. Except it wasn’t. This was the comfiest couch he’d ever been on. This certainly wasn’t his couch.
With newfound urgency I sat up, causing the blanket that had been covering me to fall to the floor. Where the hell was I? Looking around I saw I was in a lavish living room. Whoever lived her was high class and obviously loaded.
“There’s my sleepy boy.”
I blushed at both the sound of the voice and the comment it made. I was in Mrs. Hannah’s living room?
“What? What happened?”
“I got a little carried away with our photoshoot,” she said sheepishly. “In my defense I didn’t think perfume could knock a man out.”
So, it hadn’t been a dream. He caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall behind her.
“Oh God! I am so late! I’m going to be fired!”
“No, no, you won’t,” she said assuredly.
“How can you be so sure?”
“You’re taking a sick day.”
“I didn’t call in.”
“I took care of it.”
“How?”
“I started the company with him. I’m co-owner. More of a silent partner really but I step in from time to time to make sure he doesn't screw anything up. As a result, I have full administrative access. I still have company email. Come to think of it, it’s my only email.”
My eyes flickered around the room finally settling on the coffee table before me. Laying there were my drawings. They had been printed out and arranged along the tabletop. I blushed at the sight of them. Ms. Hannah joined me on the couch to look at them. My blush deepened at being so close to my crush.
“They are truly beautiful,” she said.
“Thank you.”
“Did I do this to you?”
“What?”
She indicated the first few pictures. Those were from when I first started. I experimented by just drawing my hero in various bondage poses.
“Did I tie you up in these?”
“I already told you that’s not me.”
“And I already told you that I don’t believe you. No one else could ever be that handsome.”
I blushed at her words.
“But yes, I did imagine you were the one who did the tying.”
“Could I?”
“What?”
“Could I tie you up?”
I just gaped at her.
“You were serious?”
“Deadly. These pictures… they just… speak to me. I… I need to bring them to life. My way. Please. Let me do this.”
This was a dream come true. Could I really say no?
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Apparently not.
“Follow me.”
I did as I was told, following her shapely ass all the way into the unfinished basement. The stark cinderblock walls looked just like my drawing. The sight of it with the old wooden chair near one of the corners was kinda shocking.
“Happy little coincidence huh?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
The only difference from my art was the array of professional cameras she had set up.
“I’m turning this into my studio.”
“Impressive.”
“It will be.”
She gestured for me to take my place in the chair. Out of a nearby bag she produced coils of white cotton rope. I shuddered at the sight. Ms. Hannah started out slowly. She wound the rope around my legs, pinning them to the legs of the chair. After having me place my arms behind my back she weaved her web around them, sealing them away behind the chair. From there she lashed me to the chair in what was clearly a careful study of my original art. Once finished she pulled out a roll of blue painters’ tape, placing two layers over my mouth.
“Perfect.”
I moaned at the sensations. I felt stirring between my legs and blushed. She stepped behind the camera and lined up her shot.
“And… go!”

After a half hour of pretend struggling she moved me to a support beam like the second piece. It was all amazing.
“Something’s not right.”
We were in the middle of lunch, and I was untied and ungagged again.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“There’s something in these pictures that aren’t in the originals.”
“They look the same to me.”
“No, it’s … you.”
“Me?”
“You’re hard.”
I blushed so hard at that.
“We can’t have that.”
She grabbed my pants and yanked them down.
“Hey!”
She expertly slid my dick out of my pants and began to stroke away. In no time at all I was shaking, moaning and ready to explode.
“Ms. Hannah, please.”
Grabbing a tissue from her purse she finished me off.
“There,” she said, matter of factly. “Let’s try again.”

Once she was satisfied, we decided to call it a night.
“This has been fun,” I told her. “Uh, are you going to drive me back or should I call an Uber?”
“Silly boy, you’re staying right here.”
“I… I am?”
“You’re gonna sleep in my guest room. We get back at it right after breakfast.”
“G…great.”
She led me down the hall to a small, well decorated bedroom. She pulled down the blanket and patted the mattress for me to lay down. Kicking off my shoes I did just as she asked. She pulled the blanket back up, tucking me in. God, this woman was sending me mixed signals. Things like this made her feel very maternal. Yet she gave me a hand job. It had been very professional, like it meant nothing to her at all. Was this all it was to her? Was I just a model for her?
“Do you mind if I lay here with you till you fall asleep?”
“N…no, of course not.”
“Excellent.”
She kicked off her shoes and flipped off the lights. She climbed on top of the bed and laid down. She just stared at my face, a smile on her lips. She leaned over and planted a little kiss on mine. I blushed so hard.
“I hope you can forgive me,” she said.
“What for?”
“Knocking you out earlier.”
“It was an accident. Besides I got a little carried away with the smell. It was very nice.”
“I’m glad.”
“I’m also sorry about the hand job.”
“D…don’t be. I… I liked it.”
“No, you didn’t. You’re just being nice. It was too cold. I was in work mode. I didn’t even think about what I was doing. It should have been more special.”
“I…”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Can I tell you something… a little naughty?”
“Sure.”
“I want to do it again. Properly.”
I just blushed and gaped at her. She laid her hand on the cover, over my crotch.
“I want to take my time. Make it last. I haven’t felt like this since I was younger. You bring out the girl in me. I have not had sex in a long time.”
Her hand ran over my covered body.
“Haven’t even wanted to, really. Not till today. You won’t believe what got my engine revving again.”
“What?”
She reached into her purse which I then noticed she had carried in with her. She bent over, doing something I couldn’t see. In a flash she was on me placing a wad of wet tissues over my nose and mouth. It had a strange, sweet smell to it.
“Knocking you out. It got me so horny. I use a little of this calming oil to help me fall asleep. This much will knock you out good.”
I was indeed feeling very sleepy at that moment. As my eyes closed, she began dry humping on the bed. I could hear her screaming out in pleasure as I fell into dreams.

[ZTVFemdomtales]

I was pulled from my artificially heavy sleep by her leading me out of the room, out of my clothes, and into the shower. It took a moment to fully awaken. Once I did, I realized several things at once. She had drugged me and clearly gotten off on my helplessness. I stood there in the water considering this. This was a violation. A massive violation. Was it though an unforgivable violation? This was the kind of stuff Ms. Heat did. It was the kind of stuff I liked. It was the kind of stuff I fantasied happening to me. Did that mean I wanted it to happen to me? What else would she do to me? Did I want to stick around and find out?

Harold Hanna sat at his desk stewing. His damnable wife was dragging this out far longer than it needed to be. Why wasn’t she caving? She always caved. He would get what he was due. He had been married to her for too long not to. He looked up as Narris entered.
“What?” he spat.
“There’s a security video I think you need to see.”

Slowly, nervously, I walked into the dining room. Breakfast was already set out for me. Ms. Hanna sat on the opposite side finishing her own plate.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
She took a deep breath, clearly nervous herself.
“Do you wish to continue?”
“Will you drug me again?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I have never had any power in my life. From my parents to my husband, everyone else has always been in control. To have you be so helpless, so vulnerable, so… mine. It’s a thrill I can’t get enough of. I can’t stop myself. I won’t stop myself. There will be rules, however.”
“Go on,” I said, sitting down.
“Humping is as far as I’ll go.”
“Ok.”
I wasn’t even good enough to fuck while she’s in the throughs of untamed lust. Great.
“I won’t leave you side while you’re out. I want to keep my sweet little boy safe.”
Sweet? Little boy?
“Anytime you ask me not to do it or to leave I’ll give it to you.”
“Sounds fair.”
Sounded like blue balls for me.
“Before we begin, we need to get some new clothes. First, however, you need to eat.”

It must have looked as strange to the others in that shopping center as it felt to me. There she was: this gorgeous, elegant woman walking hand in hand with a little dweeb like me. We must have made quite the pair. Our first stop was a suit store.
“What are we doing here?”
“Agent Dowd wears a suit, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you need a suit to make the picture authentic.”
“I can’t afford a suit like that.”
“Silly boy, I’m buying it, not you.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“That’s way too expensive! I could never accept a gift like that.”
“Good thing it’s not a gift then.”
“It’s not?”
“Of course not, Silly. It’s a work expense.”
That made sense.
“Besides, it’s been far too long since I splurged last. What’s the point of having an inheritance if I don’t spend it. That’s what I always told my husband. He had a different thought on the subject. Eventually he won out. He always does.”
“I’m sorry but why were you ever with him?”
“Believe it or not he was charming once.”
“I don’t.”
“To be honest, my parents set it up. A good family match. I was very sheltered, and he was the first boy I was allowed to date. He was the first person to make me feel… special. He wanted to be in charge and so I let him. That’s just the way it was, I thought.”
“What made you finally divorce him?”
“I didn’t. He’s divorcing me. I’ve gotten too old for him.”
“What a piece of shit.”
She gave me a big life.
“Yeah, he is.”
She took my hand and led me into the store. You should have seen the clerk’s face when she joined me in the fitting room. It was only a little more shocked than my own. Her nimble fingers quickly and effortlessly peeled my clothes off my slightly trembling body. They went on to probe my bare skin. I shuttered under her expert touch. They found my nipples and began to play. I collapsed into her.
“Someone likes the attention I see,” she teased. “What is it with you? Why do I have such power over you?”
“Because you’re perfect,” I say without thinking.
My face burned with embarrassment.
“No, I’m not.”
That’s when I did something that shocked me to my core. I turned and looked her in the eye.
“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You are gorgeous. You are kind to me instead of being angry about me drawing you like I do. Sexualizing you. You see my crude work as art. You make me feel wanted. Needed even. You are the perfect combination of caring and kinky. You are a goddess made flesh. I could have left this morning, after what you did last night.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Like I said you wanted me. Nobody wants me. I have no family, no friends, no one I’m close to. They get a look at the naughty me, the real me, and want nothing more to do with me. Not you. You accepted me. You get me. You share my interests.”
I don’t know why but I blathered on.
“Ever since I found femdom back when I was teenager it’s been my fantasy to be kidnapped. To have a woman want me so bad she was willing to steal me. You did. You took me away from a boring, miserable life and brought me into the one I’ve always wanted. I know you didn’t mean to do it so I don’t want to stop this until you’re ready. I want to live like I’m yours as long as I can.”
She just looked at me for a moment.
“You are such a foolish boy.”
I looked at the floor and the pieces of my smashed heart.
“If you want to be mine all you have to do is ask.”
I looked back up at her. Certainly she wasn’t serious. She looked me dead in the eyes.
“I’ve never kidnapped anyone before. Never even thought about it. Once I took you though… lordy. I’ve never felt so powerful. I can’t get enough. I’ve been afraid to chase you away. I want you to ask. Please ask. Just ask me here and now and this will be a proper kidnapping. You will model for me for the rest of your life. You will live with me for the rest of your life. I will own you for the rest of your life.”
“Please,” I croaked out, “please kidnap me.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out the calming oil from the night before. I gasped as she placed it on a cloth and then over my nose and mouth. I eagerly breathed it in. I didn’t pass out this time. She had given me a lower does leaving me in a foggy state as she went about her shopping. The whole time she held my hand and kept me close. Her hands explored my body every chance they got. As we went along I got sleepier and sleepier. Climbing into the car I finally fell asleep.

I awoke laying on a lavish bed. It had to be Ms. Hannah’s. The cameras stationed around me indicated another photoshoot about to begin. As my mind cleared, I remembered which drawing this was. My dick sprang to life in my pants. I took a closer look around. It was nearly identical to the way I drew it. I was in the fanciest, most James Bond tuxedo I had ever seen. Leather cuffs were latched to my wrists and ankles. Those were in turn connected to the corners of the bed via chains. A ball-gag, red I presumed, was placed into my mouth. Only one thing was missing.
“Good morning, Mr. Dowd,” Ms. Hannah crooned from the doorway. “I think its time the two of us had a little chat.”
When she stepped into view I almost died from the speed the blood lift one head and surged into the other. She was fucking gorgeous. Her curves were encased in a dark blue skintight neoprene wetsuit. It clung to her in ways I could never have imagined. The image standing here before me was far sexier than the images I had put to paper.
“I know you know the codes. I am going to enjoy making you spill them. Among other things.”
Fully embracing the femme fetal role, she sauntered over to the bed and crawled atop me. She looked me in the eye. Hers now burned with a ferocity and confidence I had never seen before but greatly enjoyed. She placed a kiss on the gag in my mouth.
“I know you’ve been trained to resist seduction tactics but I bet you’ve encountered any like mine.”
As she played her part the cameras fired away. She started to grind her hips against mine. I moaned at the touch. She wrapped her arms around my head and pressed them into her tits.
“That’s it. Breathe it in. Give into me, baby.”
A door slammed downstairs.
“Heather! Get out here!”
It was my boss!
“Shit,” she snapped, “what is he doing here?”
She climbed off the bed and had barely made it to the bedroom door when he reached it himself.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded.
“Nothing that concerns you,” she said coldly.
“What was that?”
“You heard me.”
“What’s gotten into you?”
“I’ve just been feeling more like myself lately. Now, what are you doing in my house.”
“Your house? We haven’t settled on the terms of the divorce yet.”
“I have. My parents were smart enough to insist I get a prenup.”
“Now hold on…”
“You get what you came into this marriage with.”
“I think not. You’re going to give me everything I want.”
“And why’s that?”
He held up his phone. The security video from the day before began to play.
“I will let the cops know about your little kidnapping.”
She looked at him for a moment. Shit, we were busted. What was she going to do?
“What kidnapping?”
“This one.”
“This is roleplaying between two consensual lovers. Isn’t that right, Baby?”
The last part was louder, directed at me. I nodded vigorously.
“Try proving it’s not.”
He stood there gaping at her.
“So here’s what’s going to happen. You will get what you brought in but I will give you the whole of the business.”
“What’s the catch?”
“You’ve never been good with computers. The same person who showed you this video is the same person who emailed me illicit images a few days ago, presumably to get this young man fired.”
Narris!
“She sent them to my work email. That is a violation of company policy. A fireable offense. Make it happen and the company is yours. All of it.”
“Done.”
“Good. Now get out.”
He quickly left.
“Yes, you get all of it. Including the debt. Enjoy.”
She shook her head and came back into the bedroom, closing the door.
“Now, as for you…”
She slowly peeled off her suit revealing her splendid body in all its glory.
“… let’s get you out of that suit so I can show you what naughty things that helpless body of yours has inspired me to do.”

THE END

[LunaDog]

Good to see you back. I enjoyed reading this.