My name is Eric. I've heard the rumor's that I have a dungeon in my basement. It's not. It's at my cabin in the woods. I was headed there now. The woman with me was on the floor of the van tied, gagged and blindfolded.
Margaret was a beautiful married mid-thirties mother of two who worked as an executive manager at a big office in my town. I had received the usual letter which described her desire to be tied and taken against her will. She wanted to be restrained and used. This was her fantasy, could I make it happen?
It always started that way. One woman talks to another. Soon there would be a letter delivered. It would refer to a friend who suggested she contact me. The friend had already been to my "dungeon" and knew the rules. I arranged the rest.
The key to my success is it's not really a dungeon. I don't deal in pain. I deal in fantasy. Women who want to be powerless and taken as objects without fear of real danger or pain come to me. There is no safe word, just a guarantee of no harm. They have no idea what will really happen. I think most of them are just plain bored.
So now, Margaret, executive manager in control of the destinies of several hundred people, lay bound on the floor of my van with no knowledge of where she was, where she was going or what was about to happen.
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I was pretty sure it was Eric. I was in deep trouble if it was not and I did not even want to think about that. At first it was hard to get used to the blindfold. Hard to accept I was out of control. But I have fantasized about this for a long time and finally my friend Trish had convinced me to act. I had pestered her about details but she had given me none. She had told me it would not matter anyway. Each girl before her had a different experience. We could talk later if I wanted. She could tell me two things. I would not be harmed and it would be a weekend to remember. After a while the car stopped. My gag was removed, but nobody responded to my questions.
The next thing I knew I was lifted and being taken into a building. I lost track of the twists and turns and finally was pushed down onto a bed. My arms and legs were spread and I was tied spread eagled. I did not struggle but again asked my captor to confirm his identity. Now I was sure there was only one person and that it was a man. He had been much larger and stronger than I. But again there was no answer and doubt began to creep into my mind. Had I done the right thing?
A hand ran over my shirt and stopped when it realized I wore no bra. I heard the sound of popping buttons and my shirt was ripped open. Hands covered my breasts and moved slowly over my nipples. Despite my misgivings they reacted as always to another's touch and grew taut. Then the hands moved down and my shorts were ripped off. The fabric was denim and not easily ripped. A cold metal object along my sides made me realize somebody had used a knife or scissors to cut them away before ripping them off. I shuddered at that thought.
Seconds' later fingers pulled my panties aside and I knew my pussy was now exposed. They slid slowly up and down my lips and again my body reacted.
This time I pleaded for confirmation, "Is that you Eric?" There was no answer. The fingers slowly slid back and forth over my pussy for several minutes. Not in me, but all over me making me slightly wet against my will.
Then they stopped and I felt a weight lift from the bed beside me. The floor creaked and a few seconds later I heard a door slam. Silence followed.
I spent the night tied spread eagled to a bed wearing just my panties which no longer covered me. The morning light was bright enough to let me know it was daytime. Shortly after daybreak my hands where released and tied together. Then my legs were freed and I was taken into a washroom. My panties where removed and I was shoved onto a toilet. Humiliating as it was I had to do my morning business.
"Eric, is that you? Please speak. I just want to know this is as planned. Talk to me," I said. There was no answer except that of water running in a tub. At least it was somewhat hot when I was forced into the tub. My body was lathered in soap and scrubbed top to bottom. It was not a sensual scrub, but at least it was not rough.
I did notice the hands washing me spent a significantly longer time cleaning my breasts and pussy.
A short time later I was back on the bed spread eagled and tied. The room was warming to the morning sun and I lay still wondering what would happen next. When it happened I froze. It was the distinct sound of a camera shutter.
"Noooo.... No pictures. Eric, no pictures. Eric, this is you isn't it Eric? Answer me." I struggled against the ropes. I had not expected pictures. If they got into the wrong hands it could destroy my marriage, my job, my whole life.
A few seconds later warm oiled hands began to rub my body. The camera continued to click and I realized it must be on a tripod. Hands gently moved slowly up each leg over my thighs and closer to my pussy. They stopped just short. I realized my body was enjoying the massage. Slowly I began to relax when I realized there was nothing I could do anyway. The massage continued for what seemed like an hour. Up across my belly, down between my breasts, everywhere but where my body against my will wanted them to go. Finally I decided it was obvious no harm was intended and I tried to relax. But the camera's clicking kept me on edge.
At some point the hands were replaced with lips and tongue. I could feel the owner's hot breath lingering over my belly muscles between licks and kisses. Time and time again I felt them just up to the bottom of my breasts, sometimes slightly between them. Then they would slide slowly down to an inch above my pubic hair and stop.
Finally hands reached up across my belly and begin to massage my nipples. Hot breath was followed by lips locking over my pussy and a tongue began to probe slowly inside me. I could still hear the camera clicking but I was now beyond caring. He must have licked and sucked me for an hour. My whole body was tingling. I think I came several times but the licking did not stop. Each time I came I begged him to stop, to let my body recover. I was ignored.
