I love bondage. Strange thing to admit I know but I don't care. I love bondage. I love being tied down, having my freedom stolen, allowing someone else to make all my decisions for me. I want that person to be a woman. No I need it to be. These games have always made my heart race and my member swell. I love it. Now why am I admitting this to you, you may ask? Because you need to understand this simple fact if you're going to understand how I got myself into this mess.
As all such stories do mine begins with a woman. Her name was Lia. She was a beautiful transfer to our office from Italy. God I wanted her. She wan't very tall maybe 5'3" if that but you forgot that when she locked eyes on you. Those intense brown beauties combined with a fiercely confident manner made her feel far larger. Smooth shapely legs, inviting C cup breasts and luscious olive skin made me excited every time I saw her.
I can't really say I did anything for her though. She never really gave me the time of day. The only time she did address me was to get after me for messing something up. Which is ironic since I would mess up since I was thinking about her. Even when she did scold me it was clear she had no idea what my name was or that she'd ever spoken to me before. Then one day everything changed.
A small paperback book fell from her laptop bag as she searched for something. She left without seeing it. I reached down and picked it up. Beloved Abductress by Jennie Lee Schade. Holy shit. I tried to catch up to Lia but she was gone. I'd have to give it to her tomorrow. That meant I had all night to read it. I poured over the well worn paperback. It was three femdom based short stories heavy on sexual bondage. Lia was into bondage too? This was perfect but what to do with it?
It took me all night but I finally came up with an idea. So I found her desk the next morning leaving the book on it in a brown paper bag. Along with it I attached a note. "If you want this for real email me at his address". It took all my might to stay focused at work that day. Finally I was home and able to get to work. As soon as I got my browser up I saw she had emailed me. Excellent. I had to do this carefully. First I began sending her images of bondage art I'd found online. All femdom leaning of course. I let this go on for several days.
Then I began sending her messages. I wrote them in the character of a lonely submissive looking for a dom to save him. These were eventually paired with photos I took of myself. I made sure only to include in the shot a piece of my body I had tied myself.
All in all it seemed to be working. As I watched Lia day in and day out I saw a noticeable change come over her. She was less severe at work. She was more outgoing, more affectionate, more passionate. It was as if I had awakened something inside her. It was time to complete my little project. I never got the chance.
I was about to open the door to my home when I felt a knife at my throat. A long feminine arm wrapped around me pulling me tight against her.
"Hello my little lost Sub, I'm here to save you."
"How did you ...?"
"Did you really think I wouldn't recognize your very distinctive handwriting?"
Damn. She had me there.
"Now come on, let's get you home."
She forced me to walk to her car which had the trunk open. Not caring who saw, it was very late in a very quite neighborhood after all, she used her knife to cut away all my clothes. Then she produced foot after foot of white cotton rope binding me tight. Once I was secure she shoved me into the trunk and slammed the lid.
I had severely misjudged this whole situation. She did not want bondage games. She didn't want fantasy she wanted reality. I was being kidnapped for real. As the car took off I knew I was never coming back. I would spend the rest of my life as Lia's plaything. I would be bound for all eternity.
Be careful what you wish for.