Careful What You Wish For (A Home Invasion Short Story) F/NB [Chapter 1/2]
Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2026 2:30 am
(Hi everyone, I am glad to present you another fictional history of mine, this one also being a transcription from an RP, this time a scene that I just did with the lovely board member @BeautifulHeart. I am really eager to write it down for you, even if it had just happened, because it was probably the most intense experience that I ever had doing a roleplay. I never felt so vulnerable and submissive in a scene before like the way I felt in this one, so I hope you like it.
This history will follow a female non-binary character called Melissa, which will have her home invaded by a female burglar which will accidentally discover that both she and her target have some interests in common, leading to a very unexpectedly sadistic and kinky outcome. The narrative will be divided into two chapters, the first one dedicated solely to the home invasion and some other things, while the second chapter will chronicle really visceral sensorial experiences that Melissa will have at the hands of her captor, of which I will maintain a secret until the piece comes out.
None of the character’s names are mentioned in the actual narrative, because there is no need to do it, especially Melissa's, since she will be stripped even of her own identity due to the kind of torment she will be submitted in the hands of her captor, not being capable to even remember her name anymore.
The plot this time will be narrated in first-person from Melissa's own point of view, because it is a very simple progression revolving around an intimate core of just two characters, so, there is no need to further contextualization, just focus within a very sensorial and psychologically dense narrative.)
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CHAPTER 1 - AN INTRUSIVE WISH TRANSCRIBED INTO REALITY
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CONTENT WARNING: Predicament Bondage, Abandonment Play
After another exhausting day struggling to deal with my workplace and trying to accomplish my schedule, I have reached home that night completely exhausted, drained from another day of absurdist loads of tasks and exigencies to accomplish. I genuinely was kind of never happy within the corporative field, feeling like I am trapped within my own cubicle, amidst the huge rows of working cells that seemed like a series of birdcages in which we were put into every single day.
I Never wished to have this job, I just took part of it because my family obliged me to do so, it pays a really satisfying cash, but still, I did not want any of this, I even have my own home now, just to find myself great part of the day stuck in the office, not being able to indulge satisfactorily in my recently acquired solitude, also realizing that unfortunately taking care of a house all by yourself is something that is genuinely exhausting to do, so, I don not feel that having my own home is a good thing either, I genuinely do not even feel like I am in a secure and accommodating place at all.
But, for me, there is one good thing that having my own space proportionate me, that is practicing some kind of self-bondage freely within my house every time I have some time for myself. I use this as my personal kind of breather, as some way to escape from the stressing daily routine that I have.
I always practiced many kinds of poses, with different restraints, materials, clothing, sometimes with some sexy lingerie, otherS with a latex maid outfit that I had, and others completely nude, which were the ones that I liked the most. I always felt good feeling the cold floor rubbing against my skin, I really like tying my whole body up and gagging my mouth, forcing myself to crawl or hop around the house, it is a very genuine sensation.
Some nights, while I practice, I dream about something that would take me away from this daily life that I have, even flirting with a very weird fantasy about being kidnapped and maintained in a locked place just with a captor, a beautiful woman, that would take all the tasks and responsibility for me, just keeping and taking care of my body as a prized possession of hers, like some domestic pet that would have no responsibility but being part of the life of their owner.
I always caught myself into these eccentric train of thoughts, that although being something really good to indulge into in fiction, I think that I definitely would not want to live it in real life.
But, this night in special I am so exhausted that I decided to not do any self-bondage and just go right to my bed, without energy to do a single timid tie up game, the only thing that I would be doing is keeping my chastity cage that I am wearing all the time with me, this one being made of steel, containing a nub model cage, the smallest before the flat one.
This small device made out of metallic alloy attached to my crotch is my main companion in life, because it always felt good and right to wear it, always bringing me a specific kind of euphoria every time that I remember that it is there, especially when I go to the bathroom and need to look directly to it, seeing the shiny metal against the light of the bathroom cabin always brought me a strong kind of satisfaction.
After undressing and looking straight to my device for some time, I decide to stay only with my bra, panties and socks, thinking that it would be good to go through the night, since the climate is quite good lately, not too hot, not too cold, with only the nights being kind of chilling, but, enclosed within the warmth of the walls of my home and the covers I could go through it without any problem.
So, I just laid myself down in my simple attire, covered my body gently in my covers, dropped my head to sink in my pillow, still wandering about how I did not get a migraine due to all the stress of today. After putting myself in place, I just closed my eyes, falling asleep considerably fast and without thinking too much, with a strong feeling at the back of my head that I was forgetting something, but that I was so tired to think about what it was that I could not remember.
In my sleep, I can feel some discomfort within myself troubling my rest, like if I really had forgotten something important, so I am kept in an unconscious but restless state at the same time (if that makes sense), I can feel something strange happening upon me while I am away, some type of discomfort, a bad omen wandering in my mind, but I stay in a rest state anyway, because I was utterly defeated mentally, only being able to think about how that was just the start of the week and there was much more to come, rationalizing it as just anxiety about my work, which was eating my mind from inside in fact.
I then start to feel something weird, something warm over my mouth and throat, feeling its woven texture over my lips, similar to some kind of cotton, but it felt stuffy and I could sense the smell of some kind of moist, until suddenly I hear a voice on my ear saying: “Shhhh… don’t move. Just do as I say, and I won’t crush your throat~ Got it?”
Then I open my eyes and see what is happening, a masked individual, probably a woman, with her hand over mouth and her thumb over my neck. Then everything becomes clear, I had forgotten to lock my windows, it was this that was bothering me through the night. I am completely paralyzed, frozen on the inside with the sight of that criminal over me in my bed, within my own house, the only local of relief that I used to have that now was no more.
I get deeply struck by a strong fear that I never felt before in my life, not the same that I felt daily about being laid out from my job or thinking about how I am dissatisfied about my life and future, this fear was real, more real than anything that I had felt at that point in time.
Without knowing how to answer towards this situation, I decide to follow her orders, I do not emit a single sound from my mouth, nothing could be heard in the room apart from my breathing, that is getting each time heavier and faster while I am struck even deeper with the realization of what was going to happen to me by now on, but, I have no choice other than surrender.
The criminal smiles quietly from behind the mask and proceeds.
“Now then, I’m going to remove the covers, and when I do, you’re going to strip, naked, without a sound, if you value your life. You understand me?” She whispers really harshly in my years, with a genuinely mean and domineering tone, the weight of the reality that is around me falls flat over my face, the dream that I had about this scene has concretized itself on the form of a nightmare, I wished that this somehow was a bad dream, but I am certain that it is not, it is just to real to be fiction, unfortunately for me.
I just stay there, with her throwing the covers off me, exposing my warm body against the harsh cold of the night, with only that clothing that barely would configure as some kind of pajama.
Soon I feel her eyes scanning me, until their gaze is locked to the region of my crotch.
“Wait a minute…” She says, sending a shiver right down my spine, she looks it for an instant kind of surprised, until she pull my panties down exposing my chastity cage to her.
“Oh my… I didn’t know that you were into this kind of thing, you’re definitely a type of finding, aren’t you?”
I feel her tone shifting from a cold loftiness to some kind of amusement upon seeing my most private habit that I made question of letting nobody that knows me aware of. I simply feel the urge to scream and cringe at the same time that she turns her attention to it and call me out by my behavior, what leaves me completely embarrassed and flabbergasted, with all kinds of mixed feelings from the inside. I want to utter a reaction, but afraid from consequences I just stay paralyzed, my face flushing red and my eyes closed praying that at any moment I would wake up.
“Nothing to say to that?” She speaks letting out a giggle.
“Good, no need to say anything at all, this thing alone already tells me a whole history by itself…”
After this very awkward moment, I feel her gently but firmly grabbing me and pulling me from my bed, she is incredibly strong and completely overpowers me physically, I have just 5’3 of height while she definitely has around 6’2, I would not be able to struggle even if I willed to, so I just let her lift me and bring my knees against the carpet of my bedroom, feeling finally some way of warmth with the soft carpet rubbing against my shins.
She keeps holding me down with one arm while she searches for something on her pack with the other. I am really impressed by how strong she is, she definitely has a somewhat toned body, I wonder how muscular she should be under all her clothing, doing all this entirely alone and submitting me with such certainty and power, it sounds like something that came directly from some kind of fantasy, not from reality itself.
I stay in place, avoiding even looking back in fear that she would do something to me, so I just wait completely defeated for her next move. Until I start to feel my arms being forced tightly behind my back, bringing my wrists and specially elbows intimately close to each other, until I feel something wrapping around it, enveloping my arms in some kind of leather, it was definitely an armbinder, which would render them completely useless by now on.
As it gets laced around my limbs, it slowly feels tighter and tighter, making my chest to be forcefully pushed outwards, having it brought more and more forwards as the laces are pulled vigorously one by one, letting my abdomen, torso and specially my tits vulnerable to any kind of thing that would be willing to approach them.
And it is for no surprise that after fixating my arms, she proceeded to simply undo my bra with one hand in vary fast motion, making it just fall like the leave of a tree right into the carpet. I slowly start to feel the warm knotty texture of her gloves caressing the skin of my breasts, occasionally turning the attention of her fingers to my nipples, massaging, pinching and twisting them. I simply keep myself quiet, even with the pinching trying clearly to elicit some reaction, some moan or whimper from my part, but I do the best do avoid it out of pure fear.
After some time, I feel her hands starting to divorce themselves from my breasts, running alongside the curves of my body.
“Nice and tender tits that you have there, missy.” She whispers in my ear again with a domineering tone sprinkled with some small amounts of erotic teasing.
She keeps going down through my body, until reaching towards my legs, massaging my inner thighs with both of her hands, running along the interior of my knees until reaching my shins, taking some time to rub along my socked feet, going from my ankles, reaching my heels and circling around the arch of my soles with her fingers. Until, suddenly, she starts taking my socks away, exposing my naked and pink soles against the cold air of the room.
After removing my socks, she comes to the front of my face, bringing them right at the front of my very eyes, uncomfortably close, turning me able to feel their smell, until she starts to ball them up, making a huge fist out of it, showing it clearly for me to see, until suddenly she cups my chin very firmly.
“Open up, won’t you?”
I already felt that this was coming, as I keep looking to both her face and the socks at the intermittently, I reluctantly and timidly open my mouth, hoping for the best while I keep my eyes closed, anticipating the probably unpleasant taste that is about to invade my tongue, feeling completely humiliated in a way that I have never felt before, this was completely different from any kind of sermon that I received from my boss at work, a new level of degradation for me.
“Good~ You’re very good at obeying people, I knew that you were~” She says while I feel both her hands shoving the ball of socks within my mouth, using her thumbs to push the fist up all the way within my throat, going quite deep while I feel a warm, sweaty and salty tasty in my tongue, feeling the cotton already stealing all the saliva within my mouth and it’s smell to start contaminating my breathing through my throat.
After inserting it within my mouth vigorously, I sense her stretching her arm to my back, searching for something in my bed amongst the covers, I try to guess what it could be but I have no idea of what she is up now, until she seems to finally find it. Suddenly I feel her arms lifting up while her hands going towards my head, until something is placed over my hair, pressing against the back of my head and placing itself over my face, specially over my nose.
I realize that it were my pink panties, that have been placed over my head with the crotch region calculatedly over my nose, forcing me to smell even more sweat, alongside urine and specially cum, since due to the chastity cage I have an habit of getting a little too excited and let some pre-cum leak through the holes in the steel, soaking the tissue.
After getting everything ready, she goes away to search within her backpack again, while I stay there reflecting on all the feelings and sensations that I am having, everything is too real, she is too real, the imprisonment is real, the fear and anticipation are real, the pressure in both my elbows and back is real, just like the taste of the worn socks in my mouth and the smell of my panties over my nostrils. This by no means is a dream, never that within a imaginary scenery this would be so visceral as it is being right now.
“Don’t say anything, you don’t need to, I know you’re loving this~…” She punctuates, giggling.
Then I sense she approximating herself again, coming back with a really large harness ball gag, that will make sure to fill my mouth completely, lending me utterly silent.
“Like it, dear? It’s designed to make you suffer~”
I try to reflexively close my mouth, but the socks make it really hard to do it, so the ball gag enters effortlessly, pushing the socks really deep in my throat together to some of the tissue of the panties, adding even more sour tastes in my mouth, everything almost blocking the air passages, turning gasping for air really hard while enforcing even more the smell of both the socks and panties to contaminate my breathing, as I feel each strap being buckled around my skull, my breathing get shorter and I get more desperate from within, I have the urge to scream, but it would be useless right now.
While I am distracted focusing on all these sensations invading my mouth and nose, I suddenly feel a tight grip in both my ankles.
“Now then, time to get you situated~” she says with an ominous tone.
Then I feel her pulling me by my legs, forcing my body to tumble down, making me fall right onto the ground on my right side, then she proceeds turn me over, rearranging me to lay on my stomach on the carpet, she looks at her pack again, this time very quickly pulling something from within, and I promptly feel something thick lacing my ankles, it is leather straps, which she buckles tightly around my ankles, my thighs and behind my knees, forcing my legs to be tightly close to each other, not allowing me to move an inch, making me feel like a seamaid that had been just captured by a sailor.
While I stay there, rendered completely motionless by all the restraints, I feel she touching my feet again, massaging briefly with her fingers while bringing them slowly up to my ankles again, from which she starts lifting my legs slightly upwards with a firm grip, I lay there while I start something being attached to my ankle straps, I already knew what was happening next.
I feel a strong tension while I sense something being attached to my binded elbows, then I hear the noise of she turning some kind of device, it was a ratched, of which at each turn I feel a sharp and firm pressure coming over my whole body, bending my column backwards while bringing my feet upwards, forcing my knees to bent themselves on the air and I just feel the tension growing, bringing my feet and my torso closer, and closer, and closer until it becomes dangerously tight, with my column painfully bent backwards and my feet held aimlessly at the air, rendering me complete helpless.
“There we are, nice and wrenched like a good bondage slut~”
I am completely surrendered, trying to balance the weight of my body over my hips, it is ridiculously hard to breath, I am nothing but an object right now, a mere ornament that keeps laid on the center of my room trying to balance on itself like a rocking chair. I cannot do anything on this state, no more chances to escape, I was completely lost now in a world of sensory imprisonment and distress.
My confusion and fear keeps growing within me, so momentarily I try to comfort myself somehow, focusing on the warmth of the carpet that lies beneath my body, protecting me from the room's cold floor. I stay there defenseless, but protected by its warmth, that seems to keeping increasing while I try to balance myself on my hips, getting warmer and warmer between my legs, until I start to realize that the warmth wasn't coming from the carpet, but from something that was coming from in between my legs while I was in this state…
As I notice it, I sense she walking around my bound body, inspecting each part of me with her eyes, probably noticing the puddle of my leaking on the carpet.
“Owwww, already leaking? Come on, we just got started, you’re really a needy and greedy slut, aren’t you~?” She says with a jocose and mocking tone, while chuckling to herself.
While this I am really confused on the inside, because while I am completely scared and desperate my body is giving mixed signals, I am scared, I am trembling, I feel cold, but at the same time I am leaking right onto the floor through my cage, why? Maybe it is just the physical movement that got me pumped down there, or maybe I am liking this? even unconsciously?
This makes no sense, this is not a situation of pleasure, I am in danger, I am with a woman that I don't even know the face and I have no idea what she plans to do with me, in no way possible I should be feeling any kind of satisfaction in a situation like this, this is not a game, not a roleplay scene, this is real life, could be that I am such a perverted person that I am simply unable to separate fantasy from reality?
My thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of some kind of leather pressing against my right butt check, circling around it, pressing against it in a very variated way, alternating between lending weight over it and just brushing its surface softly against the skin, it was her leather boot that was poking at my ass, as a way to further humiliate me.
Until I feel her retreating, this time not to her pack, but to start snooping around my room, searching for something valuable. As I feel she taking some considerable distance from my bound body to look at the drawers of my wardrobe, I try to struggle the best that I can against my restraints, but it is in vain, everything is painfully tight, I can barely move a fiber of my limbs, being able to do nothing but keep rocking back and forth on the carpet.
“Ah, looks like I found some pretty interesting things~” I instantly feel goosebumps all over my body, she had found the drawer in which is stored by bondage equipment, things now were bound to go exclusively downhill from this point onwards, I just exhale, letting a shy and silent moan accidentally escape from my gagged lips.
I see she going to the front of my face again, showing me the wand vibrator that I generally utilized in my sessions, making me know that things were really distant from being over.
“Go ahead, drool for it now, but it’s not coming on until later~” She says while shaking the device, which is hanging from its energy cable that is being held by her gloved fingers, kind of teasing like if I was some kind of animal.
Then she goes to my back again, out of my field of vision, where I feel she caressing my soles once again, but really briefly this time.
“You’ve got some pretty sexy feet, slut~, these will be fun to play with…”
After saying this, she rapidly attains herself to my big toes, holding them between two fingers, until bringing both of them together, while I feel something really thin lacing around it, it was probably the long strand of twine that I had acquired from a piece of clothing I had bought, she uses it to force them together.
I start to feel the same tension I felt when she was attaching the ratchet to my elbows, since she proceed to do the same thing but with the piece of twine, tying my big toes to my elbows, where she pulls the string until my feet are forced painfully forward in almost a pointee, making me feel the thin cords cutting deep and burning into the skin of my toes, getting me let out a small involuntary moan of discomfort.
“There. Keep moaning for me, slut, show me what a bondage whore you really are~” She says, clearly taking full delight in my whole situation.
Right after that, I feel something coming from above and pressing the sides of my head, while slowly covering me and obscuring my vision. She probably was putting the hood that I acquired just recently into my head, which its acquisition was a kind of misfit, due to the fact that, because of a miscalculation it was considerably small to my head, lending some discomfort not only because it felt too tight, but especially the eyeholes would not fit, letting my vision partially covered because the spaces were too small.
She definitely noticed it, but she simply does not care, she presses it down until my head fit inside, trying her best to put the nostril holes in place and also trying to fit it the eye holes, that stand over my eyes sockets partially concealing my vision.
After this ordeal, she turn herself to pull the laces from behind to close it around my head, which she does with such a force, making what already was small for me become almost skin tight, pressing really hard against my face and specially the gag in my mouth, it feels incredibly suffocating and claustrophobic, adding another layer of challenge for my breathing.
At the same time that this happens, the physical labor that my body is being forced to go through is really paying its effects, as I start to feel a strong heat flowing through my body, letting me even more restless and making me start to sweat, specially within my hood that starts to get really moist and hot.
Now I was not just tied up, I was feeling an intense claustrophobia, coupled with heat and a strong humiliating feeling, remembering how much I am staining the carpet with my own leaking through all this ordeal only adds another layer of shame and humiliation. I don't even have a face right now, it was covered by a mask just like her face, now both of us were anonymous, so I would be even more fit to be used just as an object according to her kinky will, and this feeling gave me fear, but also some really mixed signals of something positive chemically happening within me…
After what felt an eternity I feel her lunging towards the front side of me again, facing me directly, trying to make eye contact through the mask
“There we are…” she says while her hand is gently caressing over the leather of the hood, feeling all the warmth and moisture around my head due to the sweat. She looks me some really hypnotizing gaze, and I see that she can be gentle when she wants, just with her kind of hypnotizing eyes and caressing gently my hooded head.
“Doesn’t it feel so good, slut?~ To be so stripped of identity and autonomy… now, you’re truly nothing but a bondage whore~…” She says those words to me, which resonate deeply with exactly what I was thinking at that moment, like if she was reading my mind somehow, I felt exposed and vulnerable on a way that I have never felt before, like if she knew all my secrets just looking at my eyes, a thought that made me even more submissive to her wanting.
Then she proceeds to my back again, where I wait with anticipation for her next move, of which I was totally unable to predict, I keep trying to be aware as I can be, suddenly starting to feel something rubbing against my caged cock, my "clitty" that was how I usually called it, something soft and rubbery, until I suddenly started to feel a gentle vibration against my cage.
I realized that it was the wand vibrator that she had in hand before, and set to low off all the options available, with the very nitid intent of just using it to tease and denial me, bringing me just over the edge constantly but never turn me able to fall.
This feeling is even intensified when I suddenly start to feel she caressing my tits again, circling with her gloved fingers around my areolas until reaching towards my nipples, making me moan slightly, until I feel a abruptly harsh strong biting into them, one bite on each, feeling like some sticky teeth kept pressing down on them, until the sharp pain slowly develops into a gentle burning, it were nipple clamps, of which had been regulated to be really tight in pressure, offering a genuinely painful impression.
But I knew pretty well that these are not regular nipple clamps, because they feel heavier than the ones that I normally use, and when I start to feel a gentle vibration on my nipples it just confirms my suspicions that these where my vibrating clamps, which are excellent to keep the subject over the edge without ever allowing to reach the other side.
“There, the only kind of pleasure bondage sluts ever deserve, right?” I hear her audibly chuckling while my body trembles feeling all the stimulation of the vibrations.
“I think you’re at last good looking for a bondage slut!” She says while I feel she dissipating into the distance and darkness, heading towards now to somewhere else.
“I’m off then to pilfer your home, I’ll be back for you, of course!” She says, while giving and audibly blown kiss in the air, which I faintly hear behind my hood, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening and her boots clicking as she rushes downstairs.
While she is out of sight, I try my best to struggle and wiggle, trying to trash around desperately, but it is for no use, each movement that I make the weight on my nipples makes the burning stronger, reminding me that they are there, while also making me more aware of the vibrations on my body, bringing me to leak even more and lending towards the edge. The movements also make the pointee on my toes feel much worse, each tugging making me clearly feel the circulation being cut while the strings basically cut through the skin.
I try to desperately moan as loud as I can, wailing, whimpering and screaming hysterically, but to no avail, I can barely breath on this situation, so I just emit unintelligible feeble noises that probably are not being heard even by the burglar within the house, I literally did not have a voice, I would go as far that I do not even have a mouth, I need to scream but I simply am denied even in this aspect.
After trying desperately to free myself, I accept that I am utterly defeated, so I just attempt to keep still, using the few stamina that is left on my body to try enduring this predicament in which I was placed, which I was already kind exhausted.
I could feel my jaw starting to ache because how it was being forced to pry open constantly by the really tight ball gag, I feel my mouth already dry because of the socks, not enabling me to swallow a single drop of saliva, my elbows are really tired, my back is getting really uncomfortable because of staying static for so long and my toes feel almost numb at this point.
I can take very strict bondage by long periods of time, but gags are something that I always had a problem, because they are genuinely painful to wear for long periods, not mattering how much endurance you have, but, I had nothing to do in this situation other than accepting the pain, enduring and savoring it while my captor kept snooping around my house.
I stand there completely quiet, trying to still balance myself on my hips, while she is wandering around the house. I try to pay attention to the sounds around me, but the low humming of the vibrators keeps consuming all senses of audition that I had. I can also barely turn my head around to see anything, not only because of the hood partially obscuring my vision but also because of my situation, turning every kind of movement came from me simultaneously arousing and painful.
So I decide to just stay completely inert, starting to zone out, giving myself away to the waves of pleasure that the vibrators were giving me, it was a kind of trance inducing state in where I was, it felt kind of meditative, just being completely immobilized, being edged ad nauseum, it was oddly relaxing in some way so I just keep drifting away in my mind.
I give myself away completely and close my eyes, starting to let out shy moans of pleasure behind my gag, accepting that whatever was going to me could have some way of pleasure for my body and being, I start to focus more on these pleasure stimulations trying to look away from the pain and fear that I was feeling, it felt almost spiritual in some twisted manner.
I savor in this state until I hear a voice invading the bedroom, waking me up to reality again, making me instantly pray to be the voice of the authorities or someone else that arrived at the place, anyone or any possible things that could have come to rescue me.
“Well, well, bondage whore~,” It was just her again, crushing my hopes of some kind of resolution, while she returns to the front of my face and look me in the eyes.
“I’ve stolen all I can from this place, save one thing…”
Hearing this simple suggestion I feel an intense wave of panic flooding me from the inside, I start to violently trash around again, trying to escape desperately, coming back to my feeble scream attempts, trying my best to fight for my life, like if my instinct of self-preservation had just kicked in finally after so much time of being anesthetized.
I don't care about the pain and discomfort, I just violently struggle in my bindings, hoping to escape somehow while she watches, me, I close my eyes while whimpering really scared of the idea that this wasn't just a home invasion, but a full blown kidnapping, I am brought to the verge of tears out from pure despair.
“Oh, you know what I mean! At least you have a pretty fast thinking in yourself for this stuff~” she says, while lunging directly to my side.
I then fell her gently putting her hands over my body, specially caressing over my curves, specially my butt cheeks, before using her force to lift me up from the carpet, still hogtied, making all the tensions in my body get even worse with the fact that I was out of the ground now, elevating together while I am raised.
She proceeds to carry me over, not before turning me directly towards the carpet on the bedroom floor, to show the mass I made, I just observe the huge stain on it and feel deeply embarrassed by how filthy and perverted I can be, maybe in fact I am nothing but a slut at the end of the day…
She brings me carefully through the stairs, amidst the darkness of the night, taking each step carefully while slowly balancing herself and my body that is on her hands and arms, at each step downwards I feel a sharp tugging on my restraints, making me moan at each tread that was progressed towards the main hall.
She slowly leads me through the many sections of my home, probably as if she was giving me a last taste from where I used to live, because maybe I will never see this place again, she was consciously using this to play with my mind in a deeply psychological and sadistic way, and it worked, because I felt tears forming on my eyes again as I looked to those rooms, thinking about how they could just become distant memories.
We then reach to the backyard of the house, where she brings me amidst the streets to the trunk of her car, it is specially cold here on the outside, which gives me goosebumps through my whole body, bristles on my skin which her hands are pressing right now while she carries me over, intensifying even more the cold sensation.
While on the outside pray silently to some external agent to appear amidst the solitary road, a dog, a passerby, a guard, the police, anything that could surge out of nowhere just like some kind of magical salvation, a sudden Deus Ex Machina in a movie that will rescue me from this peril on the last second, but to add in my frustration nothing is there, only the silence of the streets in the night passively being a passive accomplice of the crime.
It is too dark to see, and my hood just worsens everything, I just stay there in dark trying to make sense of what I am seeing, until I hear a sudden click, followed by something being opened, which its sounds were reminiscent of the interior of a car, probably a trunk on where I surely would be placed aside all the goods that were obtained.
“Now then, don’t mind the squeeze!” She exclaims while she starts to force me in, my curled body barely fitting in the inside.
I basically sit there nested along my belongings, where I stay completely unable to move like if I was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Then I feel the trunk lid closing, and another click, signalizing that it was now locked, I am abandoned in complete darkness, I cannot see a thing, I cannot move, I cannot hear, finally some silence.
I just lay there thinking about when I would maybe be freed from this container, like if I was part of an ancient treasure chest, of which its richness are my own possessions and my body serving as some kind of artifact. Until I hear the engine of the car starting to hum, together to its vibrations reverberating through the enclosed space.
I take this time to just reflect on my situation, about everything that happened in this night and how all of this will end. On one hand, I will not need to worry about work tomorrow, maybe for the rest of the week, or the rest of the month, or maybe I would not need to worry about it anymore at all, I achieved what I sought for, to escape from my imprisoning daily life, but at what cost?
These thoughts are interrupted when I feel the inertia of the car starting to run, where the vibrations disappear and I start to feel more like I am floating. I cannot see anything of where I am, where I am going to be taken, how much time it will be needed to reach our destination, anything, I would just stay suspended of my notions of space and time, trapped in an eternal uncertainty about all the elements surrounding me.
I still can feel the breaks, the swift turns through the curves of the roads, the bumps of some ruined roads along the way, which make my body give small jumps, making me once again aware of all the bondage that holds me, together the vibrators that tease and burn altogether. I just stay inside, without any notion of what is happening at all, trapped in that claustrophobically small space, just feeling the time passing.
The only indicatives of how much time I am spending is how my jaw painfully aches more and more, how my throat is burning, how my limbs are getting really sore, how my toes are getting numb, how being at the edge of orgasm constantly without any relief is something that lends me crazier and crazier, but none giving me anyway of certainty, just material to speculation. Everything feels like an eternity, where I have no choice but to endlessly wait until we stop somewhere, anytime soon.
As I drift in and out of conscious through the ride, until I suddenly feel the car stopping, in a different way than before, looks like I finally reached somewhere. I keep still, with my eyes closed, it is hard to inhale, my breathing is heavy and very tense, my whole body is severely sore at all my extremities, and I am starting to get used to the ball gag prying my mouth open, getting familiar with the taste of my socks, and the smell of my panties.
Talking about them, the socks are entirely drenched in my saliva, in a way which I can almost start to swallow again, which each gulp feeling extremely painful, sliding down my dry throat in a very rough way, the panties are drowned in my sweat within the hood, that is still hot in a scorching way.
Then, I suddenly hear a click, it was the lid of the trunk finally being unlocked, and when it finally opened, the view of a small and tight garage unraveled before my eyes, the lights were on, kind of hurting my vision after spending so much time blacked out.
I see her masked face again, while she looks at my body completely covered in sweat, cringing and extremely hot after staying so much time in this space, it was so hot that I indeed thought that I would pass out from the heat.
“I take it, you enjoyed the trip~” she said giggling.
I feel her arms enveloping my body and lifting me again, slowly taking me apart from the rest of the goods in the cubicle, bringing me out into the fresh air where my skin once again shock itself against the cold of the night, but also finally offering me some pure air instead of the one filtered by the insides of car.
I can barely see some woods on the outside of the garage door, denoting that I am probably really far away from the suburbanite where I used to leave, with no sign of anything or anyone nearby, offering me no hope of rescue, even if I managed to flee from this place somehow, I would need to run through kilometers of densely packed woods, which of course in impracticable.
“Welcome to your new home! You’re going to love it here~…” she says enthusiastically.
My body keeps being carried slowly through the garage until reaching to the open door, that lends directly to interior of this outside home, which seems modest to a house contained within the outskirts of the forest, made of solid material and pretty spacious, the feel space that I can observe through the timid light that comes from the garage door elucidates that the place is considerably quaint and clean.
Other than the entrance I cannot access any of the surroundings properly, not only because of the mask, but also because the whole environment is shrouded in darkness, despite this fact, she keeps carrying me effortlessly through the whole ambient, like if she had already done this many times before and had the whole structure of the place memorized.
She rushes with me to a very narrow section of downstairs, reaching to some kind of basement, of which she unlocks its door that is maintained with a padlock on a metal lock, immediately flicking the lights on as the door opens, there are all kinds of metal chests laid through the perimeters of the place, all labeled with many kinds of tools, including some that seem dedicated to bondage paraphernalia, she was a whole structure within down here to contain all her secrets.
She carries me into an alcove in the corner of the place, where she has a metal chest with its lid already open, it is the largest of all them, but still pretty small to fit a human body inside, where would fit only with it’s body slightly curled.
I once more already know what is about to happen, but I have no strength to utter a single muffled noise or try trashing around anymore, I just surrender to her will. I feel she slowly tucking me in, still painfully hogtied within this enclosed space, barely managing to fit, filling all the interior space without almost any room to move, stretch or roll myself over, I am just an object stored within her basement now, a toy fit within a box, that will occasionally be taken out momentarily for her pleasure, just to be stored again when she becomes satisfied.
“Good night, bondage whore~, see you in the morning~…” she says while giving a devious smile from behind her mask, facing me from the outside, giving an one last small caress on my exposed breast before suddenly closing the lid, which is followed by the sound of the lock clicking.
I was fully enclosed within this box, but fortunately there was one small little hole within it, where I could see the light shining and could feel the air penetrating through. But, shortly after the light vanishes as the switch is flicked off, I am abandoned just hearing a faint sound of a door closing and being locked, now I was completely alone to endure the whole night.
What had just happened to me? I still cannot believe in any of these things that I experienced, I never imagined that I would really end in such a deplorable situation in my life, but there I am, completely bound, gagged, tied from head to toe in the literal sense of the expression, just being edged with no end by vibrators attached to my erogenous zones.
Despite all this, all the peril, pain, and exhaustion, I still did not cease from leaking through my cage, I still can feel my crotch and the space between my legs being pretty warm, even with the feeling of the harsh coldness of metal against my skin. I then slowly start fall towards that sensation that I had on the carpet of my bedroom back in this night, that same trance like state of before, but this time even more intense somehow.
I feel aware of my body in a way that I never felt before, I feel each ligament, each nerve, each muscle, I can sense each drip of sweat running through the extension of my skin, I feel each part of my jaw, each nerve of my teeth, each excitable end at my nipples, balls and caged cock, each drop of fluids that go through my throat when I swallow, each individual characteristic scent when I breath through my nostrils, each tendon on my fingers and toes, I can feel everything while I am in this state.
I was reduced to nothing but a object that is capable to experience and store sensorial excitations from the ambient that surrounds it, I am not able to decide for myself, nor to speak, I am having even a hard time thinking, and honestly, this is starting to grow on me, these sensations feel kind of pleasurable, I start to allow my inner fantasy to get out and flourish while I am in here.
I deep down love it here, I bask in the idea of being like this, of being reduced to a body that is only capable to sense passively, through touch, hearing, pleasure, pain, cold, heat, only needing to receive it without giving anything in return, this was what I wanted through all my life someway, and this is finally becoming reality.
As these thoughts invade me I start to moan, moan loudly, loud as I never had before, no one will hear me, no one needs to hear it, I just need to feel it, feel it within my core. As I internalize these impressions I finally can feel myself getting over the edge, slowly traversing through the plateau state of orgasm.
I start to moan even louder and to tug at all my restraints intentionally, feeling them all at once, imprisoning me, pressing against me, touching me, all these sensations firing simultaneously, until I let out a really long sustained moan as my body starts to involuntarily twitch. Finally… release…
This orgasm was something unbelievable, completely different from any other that I ever had, I could feel each contraction of my anus spreading trough all over my nervous system, my moaning never was so long, sustained, voluptuous and genuine before, I felt extremely high in my head, while I sense my body starting to give in, allowing finally my conscience to comfortably drift out. My last thoughts being that I wanted to just wake up in the morning on my bed amidst wet covers and sheets, but, if this do not happen, it is alright, any outcome at the moment could be satisfying enough to me...
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
This history will follow a female non-binary character called Melissa, which will have her home invaded by a female burglar which will accidentally discover that both she and her target have some interests in common, leading to a very unexpectedly sadistic and kinky outcome. The narrative will be divided into two chapters, the first one dedicated solely to the home invasion and some other things, while the second chapter will chronicle really visceral sensorial experiences that Melissa will have at the hands of her captor, of which I will maintain a secret until the piece comes out.
None of the character’s names are mentioned in the actual narrative, because there is no need to do it, especially Melissa's, since she will be stripped even of her own identity due to the kind of torment she will be submitted in the hands of her captor, not being capable to even remember her name anymore.
The plot this time will be narrated in first-person from Melissa's own point of view, because it is a very simple progression revolving around an intimate core of just two characters, so, there is no need to further contextualization, just focus within a very sensorial and psychologically dense narrative.)
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CHAPTER 1 - AN INTRUSIVE WISH TRANSCRIBED INTO REALITY
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CONTENT WARNING: Predicament Bondage, Abandonment Play
After another exhausting day struggling to deal with my workplace and trying to accomplish my schedule, I have reached home that night completely exhausted, drained from another day of absurdist loads of tasks and exigencies to accomplish. I genuinely was kind of never happy within the corporative field, feeling like I am trapped within my own cubicle, amidst the huge rows of working cells that seemed like a series of birdcages in which we were put into every single day.
I Never wished to have this job, I just took part of it because my family obliged me to do so, it pays a really satisfying cash, but still, I did not want any of this, I even have my own home now, just to find myself great part of the day stuck in the office, not being able to indulge satisfactorily in my recently acquired solitude, also realizing that unfortunately taking care of a house all by yourself is something that is genuinely exhausting to do, so, I don not feel that having my own home is a good thing either, I genuinely do not even feel like I am in a secure and accommodating place at all.
But, for me, there is one good thing that having my own space proportionate me, that is practicing some kind of self-bondage freely within my house every time I have some time for myself. I use this as my personal kind of breather, as some way to escape from the stressing daily routine that I have.
I always practiced many kinds of poses, with different restraints, materials, clothing, sometimes with some sexy lingerie, otherS with a latex maid outfit that I had, and others completely nude, which were the ones that I liked the most. I always felt good feeling the cold floor rubbing against my skin, I really like tying my whole body up and gagging my mouth, forcing myself to crawl or hop around the house, it is a very genuine sensation.
Some nights, while I practice, I dream about something that would take me away from this daily life that I have, even flirting with a very weird fantasy about being kidnapped and maintained in a locked place just with a captor, a beautiful woman, that would take all the tasks and responsibility for me, just keeping and taking care of my body as a prized possession of hers, like some domestic pet that would have no responsibility but being part of the life of their owner.
I always caught myself into these eccentric train of thoughts, that although being something really good to indulge into in fiction, I think that I definitely would not want to live it in real life.
But, this night in special I am so exhausted that I decided to not do any self-bondage and just go right to my bed, without energy to do a single timid tie up game, the only thing that I would be doing is keeping my chastity cage that I am wearing all the time with me, this one being made of steel, containing a nub model cage, the smallest before the flat one.
This small device made out of metallic alloy attached to my crotch is my main companion in life, because it always felt good and right to wear it, always bringing me a specific kind of euphoria every time that I remember that it is there, especially when I go to the bathroom and need to look directly to it, seeing the shiny metal against the light of the bathroom cabin always brought me a strong kind of satisfaction.
After undressing and looking straight to my device for some time, I decide to stay only with my bra, panties and socks, thinking that it would be good to go through the night, since the climate is quite good lately, not too hot, not too cold, with only the nights being kind of chilling, but, enclosed within the warmth of the walls of my home and the covers I could go through it without any problem.
So, I just laid myself down in my simple attire, covered my body gently in my covers, dropped my head to sink in my pillow, still wandering about how I did not get a migraine due to all the stress of today. After putting myself in place, I just closed my eyes, falling asleep considerably fast and without thinking too much, with a strong feeling at the back of my head that I was forgetting something, but that I was so tired to think about what it was that I could not remember.
In my sleep, I can feel some discomfort within myself troubling my rest, like if I really had forgotten something important, so I am kept in an unconscious but restless state at the same time (if that makes sense), I can feel something strange happening upon me while I am away, some type of discomfort, a bad omen wandering in my mind, but I stay in a rest state anyway, because I was utterly defeated mentally, only being able to think about how that was just the start of the week and there was much more to come, rationalizing it as just anxiety about my work, which was eating my mind from inside in fact.
I then start to feel something weird, something warm over my mouth and throat, feeling its woven texture over my lips, similar to some kind of cotton, but it felt stuffy and I could sense the smell of some kind of moist, until suddenly I hear a voice on my ear saying: “Shhhh… don’t move. Just do as I say, and I won’t crush your throat~ Got it?”
Then I open my eyes and see what is happening, a masked individual, probably a woman, with her hand over mouth and her thumb over my neck. Then everything becomes clear, I had forgotten to lock my windows, it was this that was bothering me through the night. I am completely paralyzed, frozen on the inside with the sight of that criminal over me in my bed, within my own house, the only local of relief that I used to have that now was no more.
I get deeply struck by a strong fear that I never felt before in my life, not the same that I felt daily about being laid out from my job or thinking about how I am dissatisfied about my life and future, this fear was real, more real than anything that I had felt at that point in time.
Without knowing how to answer towards this situation, I decide to follow her orders, I do not emit a single sound from my mouth, nothing could be heard in the room apart from my breathing, that is getting each time heavier and faster while I am struck even deeper with the realization of what was going to happen to me by now on, but, I have no choice other than surrender.
The criminal smiles quietly from behind the mask and proceeds.
“Now then, I’m going to remove the covers, and when I do, you’re going to strip, naked, without a sound, if you value your life. You understand me?” She whispers really harshly in my years, with a genuinely mean and domineering tone, the weight of the reality that is around me falls flat over my face, the dream that I had about this scene has concretized itself on the form of a nightmare, I wished that this somehow was a bad dream, but I am certain that it is not, it is just to real to be fiction, unfortunately for me.
I just stay there, with her throwing the covers off me, exposing my warm body against the harsh cold of the night, with only that clothing that barely would configure as some kind of pajama.
Soon I feel her eyes scanning me, until their gaze is locked to the region of my crotch.
“Wait a minute…” She says, sending a shiver right down my spine, she looks it for an instant kind of surprised, until she pull my panties down exposing my chastity cage to her.
“Oh my… I didn’t know that you were into this kind of thing, you’re definitely a type of finding, aren’t you?”
I feel her tone shifting from a cold loftiness to some kind of amusement upon seeing my most private habit that I made question of letting nobody that knows me aware of. I simply feel the urge to scream and cringe at the same time that she turns her attention to it and call me out by my behavior, what leaves me completely embarrassed and flabbergasted, with all kinds of mixed feelings from the inside. I want to utter a reaction, but afraid from consequences I just stay paralyzed, my face flushing red and my eyes closed praying that at any moment I would wake up.
“Nothing to say to that?” She speaks letting out a giggle.
“Good, no need to say anything at all, this thing alone already tells me a whole history by itself…”
After this very awkward moment, I feel her gently but firmly grabbing me and pulling me from my bed, she is incredibly strong and completely overpowers me physically, I have just 5’3 of height while she definitely has around 6’2, I would not be able to struggle even if I willed to, so I just let her lift me and bring my knees against the carpet of my bedroom, feeling finally some way of warmth with the soft carpet rubbing against my shins.
She keeps holding me down with one arm while she searches for something on her pack with the other. I am really impressed by how strong she is, she definitely has a somewhat toned body, I wonder how muscular she should be under all her clothing, doing all this entirely alone and submitting me with such certainty and power, it sounds like something that came directly from some kind of fantasy, not from reality itself.
I stay in place, avoiding even looking back in fear that she would do something to me, so I just wait completely defeated for her next move. Until I start to feel my arms being forced tightly behind my back, bringing my wrists and specially elbows intimately close to each other, until I feel something wrapping around it, enveloping my arms in some kind of leather, it was definitely an armbinder, which would render them completely useless by now on.
As it gets laced around my limbs, it slowly feels tighter and tighter, making my chest to be forcefully pushed outwards, having it brought more and more forwards as the laces are pulled vigorously one by one, letting my abdomen, torso and specially my tits vulnerable to any kind of thing that would be willing to approach them.
And it is for no surprise that after fixating my arms, she proceeded to simply undo my bra with one hand in vary fast motion, making it just fall like the leave of a tree right into the carpet. I slowly start to feel the warm knotty texture of her gloves caressing the skin of my breasts, occasionally turning the attention of her fingers to my nipples, massaging, pinching and twisting them. I simply keep myself quiet, even with the pinching trying clearly to elicit some reaction, some moan or whimper from my part, but I do the best do avoid it out of pure fear.
After some time, I feel her hands starting to divorce themselves from my breasts, running alongside the curves of my body.
“Nice and tender tits that you have there, missy.” She whispers in my ear again with a domineering tone sprinkled with some small amounts of erotic teasing.
She keeps going down through my body, until reaching towards my legs, massaging my inner thighs with both of her hands, running along the interior of my knees until reaching my shins, taking some time to rub along my socked feet, going from my ankles, reaching my heels and circling around the arch of my soles with her fingers. Until, suddenly, she starts taking my socks away, exposing my naked and pink soles against the cold air of the room.
After removing my socks, she comes to the front of my face, bringing them right at the front of my very eyes, uncomfortably close, turning me able to feel their smell, until she starts to ball them up, making a huge fist out of it, showing it clearly for me to see, until suddenly she cups my chin very firmly.
“Open up, won’t you?”
I already felt that this was coming, as I keep looking to both her face and the socks at the intermittently, I reluctantly and timidly open my mouth, hoping for the best while I keep my eyes closed, anticipating the probably unpleasant taste that is about to invade my tongue, feeling completely humiliated in a way that I have never felt before, this was completely different from any kind of sermon that I received from my boss at work, a new level of degradation for me.
“Good~ You’re very good at obeying people, I knew that you were~” She says while I feel both her hands shoving the ball of socks within my mouth, using her thumbs to push the fist up all the way within my throat, going quite deep while I feel a warm, sweaty and salty tasty in my tongue, feeling the cotton already stealing all the saliva within my mouth and it’s smell to start contaminating my breathing through my throat.
After inserting it within my mouth vigorously, I sense her stretching her arm to my back, searching for something in my bed amongst the covers, I try to guess what it could be but I have no idea of what she is up now, until she seems to finally find it. Suddenly I feel her arms lifting up while her hands going towards my head, until something is placed over my hair, pressing against the back of my head and placing itself over my face, specially over my nose.
I realize that it were my pink panties, that have been placed over my head with the crotch region calculatedly over my nose, forcing me to smell even more sweat, alongside urine and specially cum, since due to the chastity cage I have an habit of getting a little too excited and let some pre-cum leak through the holes in the steel, soaking the tissue.
After getting everything ready, she goes away to search within her backpack again, while I stay there reflecting on all the feelings and sensations that I am having, everything is too real, she is too real, the imprisonment is real, the fear and anticipation are real, the pressure in both my elbows and back is real, just like the taste of the worn socks in my mouth and the smell of my panties over my nostrils. This by no means is a dream, never that within a imaginary scenery this would be so visceral as it is being right now.
“Don’t say anything, you don’t need to, I know you’re loving this~…” She punctuates, giggling.
Then I sense she approximating herself again, coming back with a really large harness ball gag, that will make sure to fill my mouth completely, lending me utterly silent.
“Like it, dear? It’s designed to make you suffer~”
I try to reflexively close my mouth, but the socks make it really hard to do it, so the ball gag enters effortlessly, pushing the socks really deep in my throat together to some of the tissue of the panties, adding even more sour tastes in my mouth, everything almost blocking the air passages, turning gasping for air really hard while enforcing even more the smell of both the socks and panties to contaminate my breathing, as I feel each strap being buckled around my skull, my breathing get shorter and I get more desperate from within, I have the urge to scream, but it would be useless right now.
While I am distracted focusing on all these sensations invading my mouth and nose, I suddenly feel a tight grip in both my ankles.
“Now then, time to get you situated~” she says with an ominous tone.
Then I feel her pulling me by my legs, forcing my body to tumble down, making me fall right onto the ground on my right side, then she proceeds turn me over, rearranging me to lay on my stomach on the carpet, she looks at her pack again, this time very quickly pulling something from within, and I promptly feel something thick lacing my ankles, it is leather straps, which she buckles tightly around my ankles, my thighs and behind my knees, forcing my legs to be tightly close to each other, not allowing me to move an inch, making me feel like a seamaid that had been just captured by a sailor.
While I stay there, rendered completely motionless by all the restraints, I feel she touching my feet again, massaging briefly with her fingers while bringing them slowly up to my ankles again, from which she starts lifting my legs slightly upwards with a firm grip, I lay there while I start something being attached to my ankle straps, I already knew what was happening next.
I feel a strong tension while I sense something being attached to my binded elbows, then I hear the noise of she turning some kind of device, it was a ratched, of which at each turn I feel a sharp and firm pressure coming over my whole body, bending my column backwards while bringing my feet upwards, forcing my knees to bent themselves on the air and I just feel the tension growing, bringing my feet and my torso closer, and closer, and closer until it becomes dangerously tight, with my column painfully bent backwards and my feet held aimlessly at the air, rendering me complete helpless.
“There we are, nice and wrenched like a good bondage slut~”
I am completely surrendered, trying to balance the weight of my body over my hips, it is ridiculously hard to breath, I am nothing but an object right now, a mere ornament that keeps laid on the center of my room trying to balance on itself like a rocking chair. I cannot do anything on this state, no more chances to escape, I was completely lost now in a world of sensory imprisonment and distress.
My confusion and fear keeps growing within me, so momentarily I try to comfort myself somehow, focusing on the warmth of the carpet that lies beneath my body, protecting me from the room's cold floor. I stay there defenseless, but protected by its warmth, that seems to keeping increasing while I try to balance myself on my hips, getting warmer and warmer between my legs, until I start to realize that the warmth wasn't coming from the carpet, but from something that was coming from in between my legs while I was in this state…
As I notice it, I sense she walking around my bound body, inspecting each part of me with her eyes, probably noticing the puddle of my leaking on the carpet.
“Owwww, already leaking? Come on, we just got started, you’re really a needy and greedy slut, aren’t you~?” She says with a jocose and mocking tone, while chuckling to herself.
While this I am really confused on the inside, because while I am completely scared and desperate my body is giving mixed signals, I am scared, I am trembling, I feel cold, but at the same time I am leaking right onto the floor through my cage, why? Maybe it is just the physical movement that got me pumped down there, or maybe I am liking this? even unconsciously?
This makes no sense, this is not a situation of pleasure, I am in danger, I am with a woman that I don't even know the face and I have no idea what she plans to do with me, in no way possible I should be feeling any kind of satisfaction in a situation like this, this is not a game, not a roleplay scene, this is real life, could be that I am such a perverted person that I am simply unable to separate fantasy from reality?
My thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of some kind of leather pressing against my right butt check, circling around it, pressing against it in a very variated way, alternating between lending weight over it and just brushing its surface softly against the skin, it was her leather boot that was poking at my ass, as a way to further humiliate me.
Until I feel her retreating, this time not to her pack, but to start snooping around my room, searching for something valuable. As I feel she taking some considerable distance from my bound body to look at the drawers of my wardrobe, I try to struggle the best that I can against my restraints, but it is in vain, everything is painfully tight, I can barely move a fiber of my limbs, being able to do nothing but keep rocking back and forth on the carpet.
“Ah, looks like I found some pretty interesting things~” I instantly feel goosebumps all over my body, she had found the drawer in which is stored by bondage equipment, things now were bound to go exclusively downhill from this point onwards, I just exhale, letting a shy and silent moan accidentally escape from my gagged lips.
I see she going to the front of my face again, showing me the wand vibrator that I generally utilized in my sessions, making me know that things were really distant from being over.
“Go ahead, drool for it now, but it’s not coming on until later~” She says while shaking the device, which is hanging from its energy cable that is being held by her gloved fingers, kind of teasing like if I was some kind of animal.
Then she goes to my back again, out of my field of vision, where I feel she caressing my soles once again, but really briefly this time.
“You’ve got some pretty sexy feet, slut~, these will be fun to play with…”
After saying this, she rapidly attains herself to my big toes, holding them between two fingers, until bringing both of them together, while I feel something really thin lacing around it, it was probably the long strand of twine that I had acquired from a piece of clothing I had bought, she uses it to force them together.
I start to feel the same tension I felt when she was attaching the ratchet to my elbows, since she proceed to do the same thing but with the piece of twine, tying my big toes to my elbows, where she pulls the string until my feet are forced painfully forward in almost a pointee, making me feel the thin cords cutting deep and burning into the skin of my toes, getting me let out a small involuntary moan of discomfort.
“There. Keep moaning for me, slut, show me what a bondage whore you really are~” She says, clearly taking full delight in my whole situation.
Right after that, I feel something coming from above and pressing the sides of my head, while slowly covering me and obscuring my vision. She probably was putting the hood that I acquired just recently into my head, which its acquisition was a kind of misfit, due to the fact that, because of a miscalculation it was considerably small to my head, lending some discomfort not only because it felt too tight, but especially the eyeholes would not fit, letting my vision partially covered because the spaces were too small.
She definitely noticed it, but she simply does not care, she presses it down until my head fit inside, trying her best to put the nostril holes in place and also trying to fit it the eye holes, that stand over my eyes sockets partially concealing my vision.
After this ordeal, she turn herself to pull the laces from behind to close it around my head, which she does with such a force, making what already was small for me become almost skin tight, pressing really hard against my face and specially the gag in my mouth, it feels incredibly suffocating and claustrophobic, adding another layer of challenge for my breathing.
At the same time that this happens, the physical labor that my body is being forced to go through is really paying its effects, as I start to feel a strong heat flowing through my body, letting me even more restless and making me start to sweat, specially within my hood that starts to get really moist and hot.
Now I was not just tied up, I was feeling an intense claustrophobia, coupled with heat and a strong humiliating feeling, remembering how much I am staining the carpet with my own leaking through all this ordeal only adds another layer of shame and humiliation. I don't even have a face right now, it was covered by a mask just like her face, now both of us were anonymous, so I would be even more fit to be used just as an object according to her kinky will, and this feeling gave me fear, but also some really mixed signals of something positive chemically happening within me…
After what felt an eternity I feel her lunging towards the front side of me again, facing me directly, trying to make eye contact through the mask
“There we are…” she says while her hand is gently caressing over the leather of the hood, feeling all the warmth and moisture around my head due to the sweat. She looks me some really hypnotizing gaze, and I see that she can be gentle when she wants, just with her kind of hypnotizing eyes and caressing gently my hooded head.
“Doesn’t it feel so good, slut?~ To be so stripped of identity and autonomy… now, you’re truly nothing but a bondage whore~…” She says those words to me, which resonate deeply with exactly what I was thinking at that moment, like if she was reading my mind somehow, I felt exposed and vulnerable on a way that I have never felt before, like if she knew all my secrets just looking at my eyes, a thought that made me even more submissive to her wanting.
Then she proceeds to my back again, where I wait with anticipation for her next move, of which I was totally unable to predict, I keep trying to be aware as I can be, suddenly starting to feel something rubbing against my caged cock, my "clitty" that was how I usually called it, something soft and rubbery, until I suddenly started to feel a gentle vibration against my cage.
I realized that it was the wand vibrator that she had in hand before, and set to low off all the options available, with the very nitid intent of just using it to tease and denial me, bringing me just over the edge constantly but never turn me able to fall.
This feeling is even intensified when I suddenly start to feel she caressing my tits again, circling with her gloved fingers around my areolas until reaching towards my nipples, making me moan slightly, until I feel a abruptly harsh strong biting into them, one bite on each, feeling like some sticky teeth kept pressing down on them, until the sharp pain slowly develops into a gentle burning, it were nipple clamps, of which had been regulated to be really tight in pressure, offering a genuinely painful impression.
But I knew pretty well that these are not regular nipple clamps, because they feel heavier than the ones that I normally use, and when I start to feel a gentle vibration on my nipples it just confirms my suspicions that these where my vibrating clamps, which are excellent to keep the subject over the edge without ever allowing to reach the other side.
“There, the only kind of pleasure bondage sluts ever deserve, right?” I hear her audibly chuckling while my body trembles feeling all the stimulation of the vibrations.
“I think you’re at last good looking for a bondage slut!” She says while I feel she dissipating into the distance and darkness, heading towards now to somewhere else.
“I’m off then to pilfer your home, I’ll be back for you, of course!” She says, while giving and audibly blown kiss in the air, which I faintly hear behind my hood, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening and her boots clicking as she rushes downstairs.
While she is out of sight, I try my best to struggle and wiggle, trying to trash around desperately, but it is for no use, each movement that I make the weight on my nipples makes the burning stronger, reminding me that they are there, while also making me more aware of the vibrations on my body, bringing me to leak even more and lending towards the edge. The movements also make the pointee on my toes feel much worse, each tugging making me clearly feel the circulation being cut while the strings basically cut through the skin.
I try to desperately moan as loud as I can, wailing, whimpering and screaming hysterically, but to no avail, I can barely breath on this situation, so I just emit unintelligible feeble noises that probably are not being heard even by the burglar within the house, I literally did not have a voice, I would go as far that I do not even have a mouth, I need to scream but I simply am denied even in this aspect.
After trying desperately to free myself, I accept that I am utterly defeated, so I just attempt to keep still, using the few stamina that is left on my body to try enduring this predicament in which I was placed, which I was already kind exhausted.
I could feel my jaw starting to ache because how it was being forced to pry open constantly by the really tight ball gag, I feel my mouth already dry because of the socks, not enabling me to swallow a single drop of saliva, my elbows are really tired, my back is getting really uncomfortable because of staying static for so long and my toes feel almost numb at this point.
I can take very strict bondage by long periods of time, but gags are something that I always had a problem, because they are genuinely painful to wear for long periods, not mattering how much endurance you have, but, I had nothing to do in this situation other than accepting the pain, enduring and savoring it while my captor kept snooping around my house.
I stand there completely quiet, trying to still balance myself on my hips, while she is wandering around the house. I try to pay attention to the sounds around me, but the low humming of the vibrators keeps consuming all senses of audition that I had. I can also barely turn my head around to see anything, not only because of the hood partially obscuring my vision but also because of my situation, turning every kind of movement came from me simultaneously arousing and painful.
So I decide to just stay completely inert, starting to zone out, giving myself away to the waves of pleasure that the vibrators were giving me, it was a kind of trance inducing state in where I was, it felt kind of meditative, just being completely immobilized, being edged ad nauseum, it was oddly relaxing in some way so I just keep drifting away in my mind.
I give myself away completely and close my eyes, starting to let out shy moans of pleasure behind my gag, accepting that whatever was going to me could have some way of pleasure for my body and being, I start to focus more on these pleasure stimulations trying to look away from the pain and fear that I was feeling, it felt almost spiritual in some twisted manner.
I savor in this state until I hear a voice invading the bedroom, waking me up to reality again, making me instantly pray to be the voice of the authorities or someone else that arrived at the place, anyone or any possible things that could have come to rescue me.
“Well, well, bondage whore~,” It was just her again, crushing my hopes of some kind of resolution, while she returns to the front of my face and look me in the eyes.
“I’ve stolen all I can from this place, save one thing…”
Hearing this simple suggestion I feel an intense wave of panic flooding me from the inside, I start to violently trash around again, trying to escape desperately, coming back to my feeble scream attempts, trying my best to fight for my life, like if my instinct of self-preservation had just kicked in finally after so much time of being anesthetized.
I don't care about the pain and discomfort, I just violently struggle in my bindings, hoping to escape somehow while she watches, me, I close my eyes while whimpering really scared of the idea that this wasn't just a home invasion, but a full blown kidnapping, I am brought to the verge of tears out from pure despair.
“Oh, you know what I mean! At least you have a pretty fast thinking in yourself for this stuff~” she says, while lunging directly to my side.
I then fell her gently putting her hands over my body, specially caressing over my curves, specially my butt cheeks, before using her force to lift me up from the carpet, still hogtied, making all the tensions in my body get even worse with the fact that I was out of the ground now, elevating together while I am raised.
She proceeds to carry me over, not before turning me directly towards the carpet on the bedroom floor, to show the mass I made, I just observe the huge stain on it and feel deeply embarrassed by how filthy and perverted I can be, maybe in fact I am nothing but a slut at the end of the day…
She brings me carefully through the stairs, amidst the darkness of the night, taking each step carefully while slowly balancing herself and my body that is on her hands and arms, at each step downwards I feel a sharp tugging on my restraints, making me moan at each tread that was progressed towards the main hall.
She slowly leads me through the many sections of my home, probably as if she was giving me a last taste from where I used to live, because maybe I will never see this place again, she was consciously using this to play with my mind in a deeply psychological and sadistic way, and it worked, because I felt tears forming on my eyes again as I looked to those rooms, thinking about how they could just become distant memories.
We then reach to the backyard of the house, where she brings me amidst the streets to the trunk of her car, it is specially cold here on the outside, which gives me goosebumps through my whole body, bristles on my skin which her hands are pressing right now while she carries me over, intensifying even more the cold sensation.
While on the outside pray silently to some external agent to appear amidst the solitary road, a dog, a passerby, a guard, the police, anything that could surge out of nowhere just like some kind of magical salvation, a sudden Deus Ex Machina in a movie that will rescue me from this peril on the last second, but to add in my frustration nothing is there, only the silence of the streets in the night passively being a passive accomplice of the crime.
It is too dark to see, and my hood just worsens everything, I just stay there in dark trying to make sense of what I am seeing, until I hear a sudden click, followed by something being opened, which its sounds were reminiscent of the interior of a car, probably a trunk on where I surely would be placed aside all the goods that were obtained.
“Now then, don’t mind the squeeze!” She exclaims while she starts to force me in, my curled body barely fitting in the inside.
I basically sit there nested along my belongings, where I stay completely unable to move like if I was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Then I feel the trunk lid closing, and another click, signalizing that it was now locked, I am abandoned in complete darkness, I cannot see a thing, I cannot move, I cannot hear, finally some silence.
I just lay there thinking about when I would maybe be freed from this container, like if I was part of an ancient treasure chest, of which its richness are my own possessions and my body serving as some kind of artifact. Until I hear the engine of the car starting to hum, together to its vibrations reverberating through the enclosed space.
I take this time to just reflect on my situation, about everything that happened in this night and how all of this will end. On one hand, I will not need to worry about work tomorrow, maybe for the rest of the week, or the rest of the month, or maybe I would not need to worry about it anymore at all, I achieved what I sought for, to escape from my imprisoning daily life, but at what cost?
These thoughts are interrupted when I feel the inertia of the car starting to run, where the vibrations disappear and I start to feel more like I am floating. I cannot see anything of where I am, where I am going to be taken, how much time it will be needed to reach our destination, anything, I would just stay suspended of my notions of space and time, trapped in an eternal uncertainty about all the elements surrounding me.
I still can feel the breaks, the swift turns through the curves of the roads, the bumps of some ruined roads along the way, which make my body give small jumps, making me once again aware of all the bondage that holds me, together the vibrators that tease and burn altogether. I just stay inside, without any notion of what is happening at all, trapped in that claustrophobically small space, just feeling the time passing.
The only indicatives of how much time I am spending is how my jaw painfully aches more and more, how my throat is burning, how my limbs are getting really sore, how my toes are getting numb, how being at the edge of orgasm constantly without any relief is something that lends me crazier and crazier, but none giving me anyway of certainty, just material to speculation. Everything feels like an eternity, where I have no choice but to endlessly wait until we stop somewhere, anytime soon.
As I drift in and out of conscious through the ride, until I suddenly feel the car stopping, in a different way than before, looks like I finally reached somewhere. I keep still, with my eyes closed, it is hard to inhale, my breathing is heavy and very tense, my whole body is severely sore at all my extremities, and I am starting to get used to the ball gag prying my mouth open, getting familiar with the taste of my socks, and the smell of my panties.
Talking about them, the socks are entirely drenched in my saliva, in a way which I can almost start to swallow again, which each gulp feeling extremely painful, sliding down my dry throat in a very rough way, the panties are drowned in my sweat within the hood, that is still hot in a scorching way.
Then, I suddenly hear a click, it was the lid of the trunk finally being unlocked, and when it finally opened, the view of a small and tight garage unraveled before my eyes, the lights were on, kind of hurting my vision after spending so much time blacked out.
I see her masked face again, while she looks at my body completely covered in sweat, cringing and extremely hot after staying so much time in this space, it was so hot that I indeed thought that I would pass out from the heat.
“I take it, you enjoyed the trip~” she said giggling.
I feel her arms enveloping my body and lifting me again, slowly taking me apart from the rest of the goods in the cubicle, bringing me out into the fresh air where my skin once again shock itself against the cold of the night, but also finally offering me some pure air instead of the one filtered by the insides of car.
I can barely see some woods on the outside of the garage door, denoting that I am probably really far away from the suburbanite where I used to leave, with no sign of anything or anyone nearby, offering me no hope of rescue, even if I managed to flee from this place somehow, I would need to run through kilometers of densely packed woods, which of course in impracticable.
“Welcome to your new home! You’re going to love it here~…” she says enthusiastically.
My body keeps being carried slowly through the garage until reaching to the open door, that lends directly to interior of this outside home, which seems modest to a house contained within the outskirts of the forest, made of solid material and pretty spacious, the feel space that I can observe through the timid light that comes from the garage door elucidates that the place is considerably quaint and clean.
Other than the entrance I cannot access any of the surroundings properly, not only because of the mask, but also because the whole environment is shrouded in darkness, despite this fact, she keeps carrying me effortlessly through the whole ambient, like if she had already done this many times before and had the whole structure of the place memorized.
She rushes with me to a very narrow section of downstairs, reaching to some kind of basement, of which she unlocks its door that is maintained with a padlock on a metal lock, immediately flicking the lights on as the door opens, there are all kinds of metal chests laid through the perimeters of the place, all labeled with many kinds of tools, including some that seem dedicated to bondage paraphernalia, she was a whole structure within down here to contain all her secrets.
She carries me into an alcove in the corner of the place, where she has a metal chest with its lid already open, it is the largest of all them, but still pretty small to fit a human body inside, where would fit only with it’s body slightly curled.
I once more already know what is about to happen, but I have no strength to utter a single muffled noise or try trashing around anymore, I just surrender to her will. I feel she slowly tucking me in, still painfully hogtied within this enclosed space, barely managing to fit, filling all the interior space without almost any room to move, stretch or roll myself over, I am just an object stored within her basement now, a toy fit within a box, that will occasionally be taken out momentarily for her pleasure, just to be stored again when she becomes satisfied.
“Good night, bondage whore~, see you in the morning~…” she says while giving a devious smile from behind her mask, facing me from the outside, giving an one last small caress on my exposed breast before suddenly closing the lid, which is followed by the sound of the lock clicking.
I was fully enclosed within this box, but fortunately there was one small little hole within it, where I could see the light shining and could feel the air penetrating through. But, shortly after the light vanishes as the switch is flicked off, I am abandoned just hearing a faint sound of a door closing and being locked, now I was completely alone to endure the whole night.
What had just happened to me? I still cannot believe in any of these things that I experienced, I never imagined that I would really end in such a deplorable situation in my life, but there I am, completely bound, gagged, tied from head to toe in the literal sense of the expression, just being edged with no end by vibrators attached to my erogenous zones.
Despite all this, all the peril, pain, and exhaustion, I still did not cease from leaking through my cage, I still can feel my crotch and the space between my legs being pretty warm, even with the feeling of the harsh coldness of metal against my skin. I then slowly start fall towards that sensation that I had on the carpet of my bedroom back in this night, that same trance like state of before, but this time even more intense somehow.
I feel aware of my body in a way that I never felt before, I feel each ligament, each nerve, each muscle, I can sense each drip of sweat running through the extension of my skin, I feel each part of my jaw, each nerve of my teeth, each excitable end at my nipples, balls and caged cock, each drop of fluids that go through my throat when I swallow, each individual characteristic scent when I breath through my nostrils, each tendon on my fingers and toes, I can feel everything while I am in this state.
I was reduced to nothing but a object that is capable to experience and store sensorial excitations from the ambient that surrounds it, I am not able to decide for myself, nor to speak, I am having even a hard time thinking, and honestly, this is starting to grow on me, these sensations feel kind of pleasurable, I start to allow my inner fantasy to get out and flourish while I am in here.
I deep down love it here, I bask in the idea of being like this, of being reduced to a body that is only capable to sense passively, through touch, hearing, pleasure, pain, cold, heat, only needing to receive it without giving anything in return, this was what I wanted through all my life someway, and this is finally becoming reality.
As these thoughts invade me I start to moan, moan loudly, loud as I never had before, no one will hear me, no one needs to hear it, I just need to feel it, feel it within my core. As I internalize these impressions I finally can feel myself getting over the edge, slowly traversing through the plateau state of orgasm.
I start to moan even louder and to tug at all my restraints intentionally, feeling them all at once, imprisoning me, pressing against me, touching me, all these sensations firing simultaneously, until I let out a really long sustained moan as my body starts to involuntarily twitch. Finally… release…
This orgasm was something unbelievable, completely different from any other that I ever had, I could feel each contraction of my anus spreading trough all over my nervous system, my moaning never was so long, sustained, voluptuous and genuine before, I felt extremely high in my head, while I sense my body starting to give in, allowing finally my conscience to comfortably drift out. My last thoughts being that I wanted to just wake up in the morning on my bed amidst wet covers and sheets, but, if this do not happen, it is alright, any outcome at the moment could be satisfying enough to me...
(TO BE CONTINUED...)