It's dark. I see pure blackness all around me. I wonder; if I scream will anyone hear me? My mouth is dry. My arms are tired straining against being stretched out above my head suspended aloft it feels like. My legs are also tied. I am not touching anything at all it seems like. My breathing is not panicked. I try to use my senses as my thinking returns to some semblance of normalcy. What was the last thing I remember?
I smell turpentine and some acrid animal feces of some sort. I smell damp grass or no hay, like musty hay. I think I am in a barn tied to four points suspended about four to five feet high, I would have to guess. Who could have done this to me? I am still foggy with a huge headache. Almost feels as if it is a migraine headache. I hear the chirping of crickets. I then feel the rush of warm wind through the air. It enhances the acrid smell of animal feces and moist wet hay. It causes me to gag but the rest is silent except for the rumbling sound of thunder in the distance. Peaceful sound a thunderstorm when you're helpless. I wonder if I will be used like so many other women and discarded as a corpse. The fear of the unknown is maddening as my senses return fully. My body's pain comes to the surface of this traumatic event for otherwise bland mediocre life.
I begin struggling against my bonds. I hear laughter. I realize why my mouth is so dry? I have a gag of some nasty cloth which is stuffed to the back of my throat. I moan and struggle, the giggling continues. What's so familiar about it? I know that laugh. What was I doing before this?
I remember walking the same way from work to home. I walk for the exercise and to keep my girlish figure. It's only two miles and I do not have to clock in. I work at my office as a CPA. I got the mail out of the mail box walking towards the side door to my house inside my garage. My husband's car wasn't home. It was after I opened the door. I placed the mail down when the doorbell rang. Now it's clear to me the boy next door. Tommie, I believe. I shut the side door and locked it. I opened the front door as Tommie smiled big. He had something in his hand. It was a syringe of some sort with some pink liquid. Before I could slam the door shut he stuck his foot inside of it and stuck me with it emptying its contents into my body.
I blacked out almost instantly. I remember trying to walk backwards and even keep standing up but instead I went crashing down on the floor. The very last thing I saw Tommie's blue and white Nike tennis shoes come into view then it all faded to black. I knew it was Tommie who was laughing. I remembered him giggling like that when he asked me what size brassiere I wore. I thought he was a silly teenager but he stopped giggling when I told him to see if his mother would like to know what he asked the new neighbor's wife. He got a cool look and walked off. I should have realized then what I was seeing. I should have realized then never to question or challenge a dominant. The last thing you do is challenge them because they in their minds are God-like creatures. We regular lambs are here to serve the wolves and enjoy it. You see that day Tommie didn't just walk off casually as most would have shaking it off. Tommie's eyes pierced me as if a warning, I am the wolf little lamb, and his smile left his sinister little face as if he turned into a darker demon or ultra-personality.
Then there was a time I was jogging and he rode by on his motorcycle three times down the narrow path towards the lake front. It was a three mile run, through the dirt path up and down hills. Tommie asked me if I wanted a ride. I told him, "No thanks. I do not like motorcycles."
He smiled then said, "Oh no honey, I meant if you would like to ride? Not on this old thing either." He giggled then said, "Something much younger that could keep up."
I said, "No thanks, it would probably be too small. " I waved sarcastically then ran on home. The look on his face then was death to me. The challenge and the sarcasm, I was doomed. I never thought he was a dominant either. To me he was merely a goofy little kid from the neighbors. I had no idea because I never had a chance to observe him or even try to get to know him. He may have just graduated high school was possibly nineteen or twenty years old. I was twenty seven and married trying to build a family. All my little days of being or doing sexually crazy things were over or so I thought.
I told my husband about the two incidents but he thought it was a cute crush and said something like, "He likes what I like baby. It isn't anything to worry about. He's just a silly kid who thinks he can get some of the sexy cougar next door. Besides it isn't like you wouldn't like some fresh meat, huh?"
I looked at him with disgust, "Michael you're a typical male asshole. I used to think you were a loving husband but now, I believe you're like all the rest of the men in the world who believe that we women are no better than a female dog in heat. I do not even think of another man at any time."
Michael, my husband said, "That's a lie and I will prove it to you. Do you remember the time we were watching that movie with Matthew McConaughey? You couldn't wait to let me fuck you hard on the kitchen counter and even bit my lip because you were thinking of him slamming you. Do you remember that?"
"Yes Okay, but that was one time, and he's an impossible task because he's a Hollywood actor and untouchable. You love Jessica Alba. Say you don't? You would be lying." I retorted but he smiled as if he'd proven his point.
