From the taste of last night's wine still in her mouth and the tightness around her waist, likely from the stockings she wore, Erica realized she must've walked in the door and immediately collapsed on her bed last night. Her head was swimming, so she didn't dare open her eyes yet. She felt nauseous and disoriented, so she laid there, quietly trying to get herself together. She thought she remembered the final few minutes after walking into her apartment. The details were now hazy, but she remembered shoving her Docs off her feet, flinging her keys and purse on the kitchen table, and undressing. A stickler for hygiene, she must have dragged her bones into the bathroom for a quick pee and teeth brushing, as she does every night, but things seemed quite out of order in her head.
As she started to finally try and sit up though, she realized just how hazy she really was. The room spun, the lights seemed rather bright for her cozy studio apartment, maybe she slept in too late, no that didn't make sense, these lights seemed too white-green in their glow. Wait, why was she cold, uncomfortable, why did her body feel so heavy, and the tightness around her waist? She remembered taking her stockings off, she just replayed it in her mind. Erica started to panic. Where was her blanket, her stuffie, why was she so disoriented, and why was she naked?
Her eyes shot open, her heart started racing as she tried to get up amidst the confusion. But, she couldn't get up. The band around her waist kept her pinned down. She started to flail, her arms were so heavy. She couldn't move her limbs but a few inches. Heart pounding like a jack rabbit, her eyes finally cleared enough to look around.
The room was dingy, but bright lights flooded her senses. Erica lifted her head enough to look down at her body. She saw a thick brown leather piece strapped around her waist, and then noticed the leather cuffs around her ankles and her wrists. Rope led from each cuff to eyelets placed on a platform. Her hands were spread gently above her head, allowing some movement of her arms, but her legs were more aggressively pinned apart, leaving her naked and spread open, completely exposed. She started to try and cry out, only to realize her mouth was taped shut. How didn't she notice this, how did she get here, what the fuck was going on?
As she started to whimper and yell underneath the tape, wildly thrashing her naked body as much as she could. She froze when she heard a small scraping noise above her head.
She attempted to slowly turn her head when a deep, soft voice spoke, "Do not turn your head to look at me, kitten. I didn't say you could."
Kitten? Who the fuck was speaking to her? Her head shot back, eyes searching wildly for a form.
"Oh sweet little girl, do not look so panicked. I don't want to hurt you."
She started screaming again, then tried to push her tongue out against the tape to loosen its hold. Here she was, naked, tied, with a strange man calling her pet names, of course she was panicking.
Then she started to hear footsteps, slowly making their way towards her.
"I'm glad you're awake kitten, how do you feel?" Erica screeched and wailed with more force. The lights were too bright above her. Though the man stood just a few feet away she couldn't make out his figure or face.
"I know you must be terribly confused, so let me explain quickly. You see, I've been watching you for a while sweet girl. Watching you go to school, work, out with friends. And, I've decided I want you as my toy. My sweet little kitten, to please me and play with."
What in the world did this man just say to her? Erica stopped making noise for a moment, she just stared towards the man with utter confusion, this had to be a joke.
"Ahhhh, good kitten. You're already accepting your fate. I'll take your silence as consent."
The man crept closer, standing just above her head. The platform must've been raised only a few feet off of the floor. She whimpered as he reached his hand out, gently stroking her hair. She was frozen, she didn't even pull away. Fear gripped her too hard to even attempt moving anymore.
"That's it sweet girl. Like I said, I don't want to hurt you. You're my toy, and I don't like breaking my toys. See how gentle I can be? You obey and give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want too."
Erica was still frozen, she didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't have any choice in the matter either. She couldn't fight, she couldn't flee, all she could do is freeze. If he didn't want to hurt her, truly, maybe she could get out of this eventually.
As he gently stroked her hair, his hand crept down to her breasts, fully exposed, nipples hard from the cold room and fear that gripped her. His hands were warm, as he gently squeezed and released her breasts, making them bounce ever so slightly under their own weight. Then he moved to her nipples, squeezing them, twisting them. His grip was tight enough to make her wince, but not enough to whimper any louder.
Without a word, the man gently walked along her body towards her feet. She could finally see his face, an averagely handsome man, average build, brown hair. There wasn't anything particularly striking about him, nothing she could pick out as particularly unique. His gait was calm, steady as he made his way between her legs. He laid his hand on each of her thighs, gently caressing them, moving her flesh around.
"Oh my my, it looks as though you're already ready for me to use you, kitten."
Her head shot up as she tried to look him in the eyes. What did he mean, use her? How was she ready, she was strapped to a platform of some type, what did he mean? As she was starting to panic again, the man reached over on the wall and pushed a few buttons. Two hooks with chains came down from the ceiling near her legs. He quickly released one of her legs from the platform, let some of the rope loose and attached her to the chain dangling before she knew what was happening. She started attempting to kick and thrash, yet again.
"I will not have you injuring yourself. I need you in a better position, is all, sweet girl. So please stop thrashing about."
He wrangled her other leg from the platform and hooked it to the other chain. She noticed a small bar between the two chains holding her legs, it seemed the culprit why she couldn't kick her legs more wildly. Her ass was now slightly lifted off the table, though her waist was still pinned down. She heard another few clicks and felt part of the table, from her hips down, lower away from her.
