Surprise (M/F)
Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2025 2:54 pm
The humid afternoon hung heavy as Apurb watched Pratiksha walk down the street. Her vibrant salwar kameez, a splash of color against the muted tones of the neighborhood, swayed with each step. He'd been planning this for weeks, every detail meticulously etched in his mind. A twisted game, perhaps, but one he was determined to play. He followed her, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, until she disappeared into the narrow doorway of her apartment building.
He waited, the minutes stretching into an eternity, before finally approaching the door. A quick check ensured the corridor was empty. He slipped inside, his footsteps silent on the worn stairs.
Pratiksha’s apartment door was unlocked. He pushed it open, stepping into the dim coolness of the apartment. The scent of incense and jasmine hung in the air. He found her in the living room, arranging flowers in a vase.
“Apurb! What a surprise,” she said, turning with a smile that faltered as she saw the look in his eyes.
He didn’t speak, moving quickly, crossing the room in a few strides. He grabbed her before she could react, his hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, her eyes wide with fear, but he was stronger. He dragged her deeper into the apartment, into her bedroom.
He threw her onto the bed, her bangles clattering against the wooden frame. He reached for the dupattas draped over the bedpost, their silk shimmering in the dim light. He tied her wrists together, the soft fabric biting into her skin.
“Apurb, what are you doing? Stop it!” Her voice was muffled, laced with terror.
He ignored her pleas, working quickly. He tied her arms behind her back, then her elbows together, immobilizing her. He then tied her in a hogtie.
“Let me go! Please! What do you want?” she cried.
He didn't answer. He grabbed a handkerchief from her dresser and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, using another dupatta, he cleave gagged her, securing the fabric tightly. Her muffled cries were swallowed by the cloth. He blindfolded her with another dupatta, plunging her into darkness.
He stood back, watching her struggle against the bonds. Her body writhed, a desperate dance of defiance.
“This is a game, Pratiksha,” he finally said, his voice low and husky. “A game of escape. If you can free yourself, I’ll let you go. But if you fail…” He let the sentence hang in the air, the unspoken threat heavy in the room.
He left her alone, the silence broken only by her muffled whimpers and the rustling of fabric as she fought against the restraints. He watched from the doorway, a strange mix of excitement and guilt churning within him.
Hours passed. He watched as she strained against the ties, her struggles growing weaker. The dupattas held firm.
“I don’t think you’re going to win this game, Pratiksha,” he said, stepping back into the room.
Her body tensed as she heard his voice. He could feel her fear, her desperation. It was a potent aphrodisiac.
He reached for her kameez, tearing the fabric. Buttons popped and scattered across the floor. He ripped the garment open, exposing her bra. Her breasts, full and round, strained against the lace.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heat of her skin. He untied her hogtie and ripped off the salwar. He stripped her to her bra and panties and tied her in a neat boxtie, securing her wrists to her ankles.
“You’re beautiful, Pratiksha,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So beautiful.”
He retrieved a vibrator from his bag, its smooth surface cool against his palm. He switched it on, the low hum filling the room. He pressed it against her clit, watching as her body arched against the bed.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned, the sound muffled by the gag.
He moved the vibrator, teasing her, edging her closer and closer to the brink. Her body trembled, her muscles contracting in anticipation.
He continued to play with her, prolonging her torment, his own desire building with each passing moment.
Finally, he removed the vibrator. He untied her and picked her up.
“We’re going out,” he said.
He dressed her in a black bra. Then he attached nipple clamps to her erect nipples. He then made her wear a hoodie to hide the clamps. He stuffed her mouth with a dupatta and then he gagged her by tying another dupatta around her face and head, covering her mouth and ceiling the gag
He inserted a vibrating dildo inside her and fixed it with a crotch rope. Then he tied her hands inside the kangaroo pocket of the hoodie. He made her wear leggings to complete the ensemble.
He led her out of the apartment, down the stairs, and into the bustling street. No one paid them any attention. A veiled woman was a common sight in this neighborhood.
He guided her through the crowded streets, the dildo vibrating inside her. He could feel her trembling, her body a mixture of fear and arousal.
He led her into a mall, the air conditioning a welcome relief from the heat. The mall was crowded, shoppers milling about, children running and laughing.
He turned on the vibrator to full power, watching as her body jerked. He guided her through the mall, pausing in front of shop windows, forcing her to stand there as the dildo throbbed inside her.
He reveled in her torment, his own excitement reaching fever pitch. This was his game, and he was in control.
He imagined stripping her naked, right there in the middle of the mall. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him.
He led her out of the mall, back into the street. He could feel her relief as they left the crowds behind.
He took her back to her apartment, the dildo still vibrating inside her. He unlocked the door and led her inside.
He removed the blindfold, the gag, the nipple clamps, and the dildo. He watched as she gasped for air, her eyes wide with a mixture of anger and fear.
“Why, Apurb? Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
He didn’t answer. He reached for her, pulling her close. He kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She struggled at first, but then she relented, her body softening against his. He could feel her desire, buried beneath the fear and anger.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress her.
She watched him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He stripped naked and kissed her again.
He licked and sucked on her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He could feel them harden beneath his tongue.
He moved lower, licking and kissing her stomach, her thighs. He reached her pussy and began to lick her clit.
She moaned, her body arching against the bed. He continued to lick her, teasing her, until she was writhing with pleasure.
He mounted her, his cock hard and throbbing. He entered her slowly, watching her face.
She closed her eyes, her lips parted. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back. He thrust deeper, reaching her cervix.
“Oh, Apurb,” she moaned.
He continued to fuck her, his body slick with sweat. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles contracting around his cock.
He came, his body shaking with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay there for a long time, their bodies intertwined. Finally, he rolled off her and lay beside her.
“I’m sorry, Pratiksha,” he said. “I don’t know why I did that.”
She didn’t answer. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes.
He knew that he had crossed a line, that things would never be the same between them. But he didn’t care. He had gotten what he wanted. He had possessed her, body and soul.
He got out of bed and dressed. He left the apartment, closing the door softly behind him.
He walked down the street, the cool night air washing over him. He felt empty, hollow. He had achieved his goal, but it had cost him everything.
He knew that he would never be able to face Pratiksha again. He had destroyed their friendship, perhaps forever.
He didn’t care. He had played his game, and he had won.
But to his surprise he got a message from pratiksha the next day. She loved her first bdsm experiance. She also insisted him to do it more often.......
He waited, the minutes stretching into an eternity, before finally approaching the door. A quick check ensured the corridor was empty. He slipped inside, his footsteps silent on the worn stairs.
Pratiksha’s apartment door was unlocked. He pushed it open, stepping into the dim coolness of the apartment. The scent of incense and jasmine hung in the air. He found her in the living room, arranging flowers in a vase.
“Apurb! What a surprise,” she said, turning with a smile that faltered as she saw the look in his eyes.
He didn’t speak, moving quickly, crossing the room in a few strides. He grabbed her before she could react, his hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, her eyes wide with fear, but he was stronger. He dragged her deeper into the apartment, into her bedroom.
He threw her onto the bed, her bangles clattering against the wooden frame. He reached for the dupattas draped over the bedpost, their silk shimmering in the dim light. He tied her wrists together, the soft fabric biting into her skin.
“Apurb, what are you doing? Stop it!” Her voice was muffled, laced with terror.
He ignored her pleas, working quickly. He tied her arms behind her back, then her elbows together, immobilizing her. He then tied her in a hogtie.
“Let me go! Please! What do you want?” she cried.
He didn't answer. He grabbed a handkerchief from her dresser and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, using another dupatta, he cleave gagged her, securing the fabric tightly. Her muffled cries were swallowed by the cloth. He blindfolded her with another dupatta, plunging her into darkness.
He stood back, watching her struggle against the bonds. Her body writhed, a desperate dance of defiance.
“This is a game, Pratiksha,” he finally said, his voice low and husky. “A game of escape. If you can free yourself, I’ll let you go. But if you fail…” He let the sentence hang in the air, the unspoken threat heavy in the room.
He left her alone, the silence broken only by her muffled whimpers and the rustling of fabric as she fought against the restraints. He watched from the doorway, a strange mix of excitement and guilt churning within him.
Hours passed. He watched as she strained against the ties, her struggles growing weaker. The dupattas held firm.
“I don’t think you’re going to win this game, Pratiksha,” he said, stepping back into the room.
Her body tensed as she heard his voice. He could feel her fear, her desperation. It was a potent aphrodisiac.
He reached for her kameez, tearing the fabric. Buttons popped and scattered across the floor. He ripped the garment open, exposing her bra. Her breasts, full and round, strained against the lace.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heat of her skin. He untied her hogtie and ripped off the salwar. He stripped her to her bra and panties and tied her in a neat boxtie, securing her wrists to her ankles.
“You’re beautiful, Pratiksha,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So beautiful.”
He retrieved a vibrator from his bag, its smooth surface cool against his palm. He switched it on, the low hum filling the room. He pressed it against her clit, watching as her body arched against the bed.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned, the sound muffled by the gag.
He moved the vibrator, teasing her, edging her closer and closer to the brink. Her body trembled, her muscles contracting in anticipation.
He continued to play with her, prolonging her torment, his own desire building with each passing moment.
Finally, he removed the vibrator. He untied her and picked her up.
“We’re going out,” he said.
He dressed her in a black bra. Then he attached nipple clamps to her erect nipples. He then made her wear a hoodie to hide the clamps. He stuffed her mouth with a dupatta and then he gagged her by tying another dupatta around her face and head, covering her mouth and ceiling the gag
He inserted a vibrating dildo inside her and fixed it with a crotch rope. Then he tied her hands inside the kangaroo pocket of the hoodie. He made her wear leggings to complete the ensemble.
He led her out of the apartment, down the stairs, and into the bustling street. No one paid them any attention. A veiled woman was a common sight in this neighborhood.
He guided her through the crowded streets, the dildo vibrating inside her. He could feel her trembling, her body a mixture of fear and arousal.
He led her into a mall, the air conditioning a welcome relief from the heat. The mall was crowded, shoppers milling about, children running and laughing.
He turned on the vibrator to full power, watching as her body jerked. He guided her through the mall, pausing in front of shop windows, forcing her to stand there as the dildo throbbed inside her.
He reveled in her torment, his own excitement reaching fever pitch. This was his game, and he was in control.
He imagined stripping her naked, right there in the middle of the mall. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him.
He led her out of the mall, back into the street. He could feel her relief as they left the crowds behind.
He took her back to her apartment, the dildo still vibrating inside her. He unlocked the door and led her inside.
He removed the blindfold, the gag, the nipple clamps, and the dildo. He watched as she gasped for air, her eyes wide with a mixture of anger and fear.
“Why, Apurb? Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
He didn’t answer. He reached for her, pulling her close. He kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She struggled at first, but then she relented, her body softening against his. He could feel her desire, buried beneath the fear and anger.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress her.
She watched him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He stripped naked and kissed her again.
He licked and sucked on her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He could feel them harden beneath his tongue.
He moved lower, licking and kissing her stomach, her thighs. He reached her pussy and began to lick her clit.
She moaned, her body arching against the bed. He continued to lick her, teasing her, until she was writhing with pleasure.
He mounted her, his cock hard and throbbing. He entered her slowly, watching her face.
She closed her eyes, her lips parted. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back. He thrust deeper, reaching her cervix.
“Oh, Apurb,” she moaned.
He continued to fuck her, his body slick with sweat. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles contracting around his cock.
He came, his body shaking with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay there for a long time, their bodies intertwined. Finally, he rolled off her and lay beside her.
“I’m sorry, Pratiksha,” he said. “I don’t know why I did that.”
She didn’t answer. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes.
He knew that he had crossed a line, that things would never be the same between them. But he didn’t care. He had gotten what he wanted. He had possessed her, body and soul.
He got out of bed and dressed. He left the apartment, closing the door softly behind him.
He walked down the street, the cool night air washing over him. He felt empty, hollow. He had achieved his goal, but it had cost him everything.
He knew that he would never be able to face Pratiksha again. He had destroyed their friendship, perhaps forever.
He didn’t care. He had played his game, and he had won.
But to his surprise he got a message from pratiksha the next day. She loved her first bdsm experiance. She also insisted him to do it more often.......