He had been teasing her for months. States away there was a certain comfort, safety, that he wouldn't just show up on her doorstep and ask her to leave with him. A part of her wanted to run and see what all she was missing. Did he really know how to use that metal rod? Could he be the one to make electro-play fun for her? Pleasurable? But there wasn't room for her to think like that. He lived over 900 miles away from her. No way would he finally take advantage of all she offered him. That's what she thought... until today.
The day started like any other. She woke up and went to her in home office to start work. She wasn't dressed fancy. The only person who ever saw what she was wearing was Him anyways, due to the nanny cam set up on her desk. That started off as a joke. A dare. A light tease about her being a cute little pet for him. It turned into more. As the weeks went on, he would pop in and tell her to stop biting her lip. Pull her shirt down a little. Ask her why she is staring into her computer so hard. The first time he saw her cry, she wanted to hide in a hole. Nothing is less cute than tears for the wrong reason. But he stayed around. He talked her through it. She came out of her office that day without the heavy feelings still weighing her down. The nanny cam was more than just a way for him to check on his favorite pet. More than a way for her to show him her tits. It was a window into her life. She had what she wanted through that nanny cam- a way to feel Seen. The good, the bad, the ugly- it was all displayed for him. No barriers, no picking and choosing what parts of her he got. Vulnerability never had felt so good.
Soon, that vulnerability became addicting. She would escape to her office after work was done just so he could catch her and make a comment. The attention was more than she expected. Even if he wasn't awake at the time, the camera recorded things so he asked about them the next day.
"What were you doing in your office at 2am? What could be that important? Was that a bag of candy you walked out with?"
His questions were comforting. Did he care about her late-night bingeing? Her lack of sleep? Was he truly curious about her? The things that she wondered about when she laid in bed at night weren't how she wished he was there touching her, kissing her, spanking her. She wanted to know more about what led up to those acts. What would earn her those rewards?
Months went by, nothing happened. He continued to tease her, but she was still secure in her little office in front of her little nanny cam. He hadn't come to kidnap her. He didn't blackmail her or try to manipulate her. She trusted him.
She trusted him so much, she turned on her phone location for him. That vulnerability didn't dull. She wanted to expose herself to him in all the ways. Sure, he had seen her nude. He knew what her ass looked like red. He knew how water streamed down her breasts and her nipples in the shower. She may have spread her lips once or twice to show him her new manicure. Revealing her location to him though allowed her to dive deeper into the fantasy of him just showing up and dragging her out to his van. Would he come in the dead of night when the rest of her block was asleep? Would he show up at the store she's shopping at and steal her away there? Would he show up in a ski mask as she visits her friend's house and lead her out the backdoor at knifepoint? There is a thrill in not knowing, but the hope is always there.
Today is the day. He decided to grab her, finally. He watched her all morning on his drive into town, conversing with her like normal. They talked about her plans for the day- her thinking he is just sweet and wants to know about her day, and him knowing he's about to disrupt her entire life. When he got to her house, she still had no clue. He knew she was notorious for not locking her back door, so he waltzed right in without a care for a neighbor noticing the strange car and the unknown man. It wasn't like he broke in.
She heard a sound coming from outside her office and wondered if it was just the old house making noise from the wind. Her office door handle started to turn, and she spun around in her office chair with a frightened gasp. There was an intruder in her home. A small thought had gone out that at least He would see her abduction and alert the police. Then she took in her "attacker". It was Him. He had at last come for her.
