At one point in my life I had dreams of a promising career. I even went to college and studied hard to make those dreams come true. Though as anyone familiar with higher education can tell you this is a costly endeavor. So I took a part time job delivering pizzas.
"Watch out for those lonely housewives," my girlfriend Molly would tease.
Little did we know those words would be so prophetic.
It started like all such life changing days do – as a typical day no different than any other. It stayed that way till the end of my shift. I was delivering a pie to a freshly built enclave of McMansions just outside of town. Surrell's Lake was being sold as an out of the way place for the lower upper class to show off their wealth. At the time of my visit most of the homes had been sold but only one was finished and occupied. That was my destination that evening.
I rang the doorbell and waited.
"Coming!" a woman called.
I waited for a few more minutes eventually checking my watch.
"Be right there!"
Come on lady, this was my last delivery and I just wanted to get home. When the door finally opened I could do nothing but gulp. Standing there was a drop dead gorgeous brunette, a head shorter than him with a sweet childlike face and long flowing hair cascading over his shoulders. What made the sight spectacular was what this woman was wearing. Cute little black kitten heeled shoes encased petite feet adorned with white knit socks that stopped short of her knees. A red mini-skirt that deserved to be called micro by its lack of material hugged very feminine hips and promised to reveal everything beneath with the slightest of movements. A white cloth strip tied in the front like Daisy Duke held fast to a large pair of firm, youthful and potentially man-eating breasts.
"Well hello there mister," she said in a practiced false childlike innocence, "have you got a pizza there for me?"
Despite her dress and speech I could tell she was somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties. This little show of hers seemed to be a kind of role-play or something. Not sure what else to do he just pushed on.
"That'll be $18.99, mam."
She made a show of checking her clothes for pockets she plainly didn't have.
"Oh poo," she said with a sexy little pout, "I don't seem to have it on me. Can you bring those inside while I get it?"
I knew I shouldn't but ...
"Sure."
Heading inside she took her time making sure to give her hips an extra swing with every step she took so I could get a better look under her skirt. The sight of her large juicy ass hanging out of a neon pink thong was very much appreciated. They stopped in a small kitchen.
"Can you leave that on the table while I get you some money mister?"
"OK."
She left through one of the side doors while I stood there awkwardly.
"You're a lot cuter than you let on," she called out to him.
What?
"I don't have any money, can I pay you some other way?"
At that she gave me a knowing smile.
"Alright I've had enough of whatever little game you're playing. Either pay up or I'm leaving with the food."
"You're a naughty boy who needs to be taught a lesson. Good thing I do tutoring."
Coming forward she shoved me into a wooden kitchen chair.
"Hey!"
Suddenly she closed leather straps around my arms pinning them to the chair's arms.
"What are ...?"
Before I finished she had done the same to the legs. Those cuffs had been made into the chair. Had she planned this? With a thud she plopped down into my lap.
"There much better."
Given my current state of restraint I felt it best to be patient with her.
"What are doing lady?"
"We're just playing our little game: sexy school girl enjoys helpless pizza boy. You said it was one of your favorites."
"What are you ...?"
With the speed of a cheetah she jumped forward and grabbed my head shoving it between her breasts. I was now very hard and she knew it.
"Ooh don't get to excited baby, we've still got a long night ahead of us."
I couldn't breathe. This crazy bitch had me strapped into a chair and was now smothering me with her breasts! Hot tight flesh was pressed on either side of his face. He couldn't see or hear anything. He could smell however. He could smell an oddly sweet odor of sweat but it was mixed with a lilac perfume of some kind she seemed to have sprayed in between her breasts. Had she been intending to shove someone in here tonight?
Despite how uncomfortable all this was I was very, very hard from it also. I couldn't help it I was a breast man always had been. It's not that I didn't that I didn't find my girlfriend attractive or anything because I did. She might not be as endowed as I would like but I loved her. It was just that she wasn't very ... playful if you get my drift. She would never do anything like this.
That being said the pressure and the lack of air was starting to get to me. My chest was starting to tighten up. My thoughts were becoming much more fragmented and less frequent. White spots began to dance before my eyes. Soon my vision started tunneling. I could feel a deep comfortable sleep settling over me.
I awoke with a start. God I had the strangest dream. I dreamt a crazy woman had me strapped in a chair and was smothering me with her breasts. Best dream ever. Strange, I thought our bedroom had a yellow ceiling not a white one. What time was it anyway? I tried to rollover and check but found I couldn't.
In fact I could hardly move at all. Lifting my head up as far as I could I saw I had been encased in a black canvas body bag zipped up in the front. Five heavy black belts were buckled up the length of his body starting just above his feet holding everything tight against him. He could feel a sixth around his neck. Chains connected the loops attached to the belt to the four metal posts on the strange bed he now found himself on.
Oh god it wasn't a dream.
Hearing footsteps I looked up to see her coming back into the room. My breath caught in my chest. Gone was the slutty schoolgirl costume instead she wore a skin tight black leather cat suit that accentuated her wonderful curves. It was open at the top showing off her deep cleavage.
"We talked so much about your love of bondage that I couldn't help but try it out."
At least she'd dropped the porn dialogue. What was she talking about anyway? I tried to ask her but found my mouth blocked off by a tight black leather gag covering the whole bottom half of my face.
"See I did remember your gag, and you were afraid I'd forget it."
What was this crazy bitch talking about?
"I'm a bit embarrassed to admit it but when I read your email about spending a week locked away in her closet in this thing I came right there."
Oh OK that's what this was all about. It was a simple matter of mistaken identity. She would have to ungag me at some point and I would tell her. Though that didn't seem to be any time soon which presented me with a problem.
It was clear that her intentions for the night were sexual in nature. Should I try to rebuff her advances? I did have a girlfriend after all. That might even make her ungag me sooner. Then again given how vulnerable I was at the moment was upsetting her really the best option? Besides this was technically a kidnapping right? I wasn't a willing participant in this so it wasn't cheating. So maybe my best option was to just sit back and let whatever happens happen.
She climbed up onto the bed and slinked up the length of my bound and chained body. She wrapped her legs and arms around me squeezing tight. She nuzzled her nose against his looking lovingly into his eyes.
"God I love having you like this."
She began to passionately kiss me all over my gagged mouth. Suddenly she began hopping up and down on me. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing: she was dry-humping me! Harder and faster she bounced her breathing becoming more and more ragged and more excited with each bounce. She screamed out in a cry of pure ecstasy before falling onto me covering my face with her breasts again.
"Don't worry baby," she whispered haughtily into my ear, "you'll get your turn tomorrow."
With that she fell right to sleep. Several hours later I joined her.
Sunlight trickled through the window settling onto my closed eyes and gagged mouth. It had a rather long and eventful night for me. I had delivered a pizza to a beautiful wealthy woman in her gated community who has mistaken me for her online lover come to visit. I would have told her the truth but a combination of breast smothering and the gag I'm currently wearing has prevented that. Trying to sit up I was surprised to find I could. During the night my captor had seemed to have freed me from my sleep sack prison.
I wasn't totally free however. I was now stark naked tied spread eagle on the bed limbs pulled tight with what appeared to be hemp rope. As I said earlier the gag was still in place. My beautiful new 'friend' sauntered in wearing nothing but a big fluffy white robe.
"Well, well it looks like the maid left more than a mint on my pillow. That's what you get for paying a kinky prostitute upfront."
It took me a moment to realize she was roleplaying again. God how many kinky fantasies did she and this guy share?
"I should just release you but it's not every day a girl finds someone as cute as you in such a ... compromising position is it?"
