Being a Friday night with Tom away on an overseas flight through early next week and
Susie spending the night at a friend’s house, Laura and I decided to go out for dinner and
enjoy some time together. It was a nice warm evening so we jumped into my convertible
Mercedes and took off. We got to our favorite restaurant at 6pm and had a nice relaxing
dinner and a few cocktails.
From there we made our way next door to the sports bar for a night cap. As usual it
didn’t take long for a couple of guys to start some small talk with us and buy us another
drink. We chatted and laughed for a while just having some fun. With our stomachs full and
the cocktails taking affect, we decided it was time to call it a night and head home for
the evening.
With the top down and the bright stars above, we sped off into the night with our
hair trailing in the wind. No doubt we were turning a few heads as we made our way down
the busy well lit main street. After dropping Laura off, my ride home was very short. I
pulled up the long driveway and into the garage as I did every day.
Inside, I followed my usual routine getting ready to relax for the night. I am sort
of a creature of habit. From the garage I walked into the kitchen and kicked off my shoes.
Heading through the kitchen, then up the stairs, I made my way to my bedroom. Off came my
clothes as I slipped into a comfy silk evening robe wearing only my favorite lacy bra and
matching panties.
It didn’t matter that I was home alone for night; I’m always particular about what
I wear when it comes to underwear. I just like looking and feeling sexy even when it’s
just me. And hey, you never know when that sexy cable repair guy is going to stop by and
check out your box…….
As I walked out of my bedroom, still plenty relaxed and a little buzzed from
dinner, I was grabbed out of nowhere by a very strong man. He struck like lightning
without the slightest warning. Stunned and terrified, I froze unprepared and unable to
fight back. The last thing I remember from that assault was a cloth covering my face and a
very strong smell as I felt my body go limp.
When I woke up, things were a little fuzzy. I knew immediately that I was in some
real trouble. Instantly I realized my arms were immobilized and frozen behind my back. It
took me only a second to figure out that my arms were now tightly incased in a leather arm
binder. It was securely strapped up and over my shoulders to ensure it wouldn’t slip off.
I knew instantly there was no escaping its hold on me.
As I continued to gain awareness I realized I was still in my house. I was in my
bedroom sitting on a stool, most likely one from my own kitchen breakfast bar.
Just as I inhaled to scream a hand covered my mouth followed by the warm breath of
a man talking directly into my ear.
“Don’t scream or it will get much worse for you my dear, and trust me it can get
much worse. Nod your head yes if you understand.”
My mind went blank and my blood ran cold. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly
nodded my head yes.
“Julie, I strongly suggest you open your mouth nice and wide so I can properly
fasten this gag in place”.
Tears filled my eyes and even more panic started to set in as I started to realize
what was happening to me. And how does he know my name? Does he know me? Do I know him?
These questions ran through my mind.
“No, No, please don’t,” I pleaded. “I won’t scream, really I won’t, I promise.”
“Yes my dear I know you won’t and this gag with ensure that you don’t. We can do
this the easy way for you or the fun way for me.”
“I won’t yell or make trouble, I promise, please don’t gag me,” I pleaded again.
“Julie, you’re options are very limited. Have you ever had your nipples pierced
honey? You see, if you don’t open up willingly then the sensation of having a set of 1
inch gold rings pierced through your perky plump nipples will certainly get your mouth
open.”
When I heard the word nipples I instinctively glanced down expecting to see my lacy
bra covering my tits. Suddenly I realized I was no longer clothed in my robe, bra or
panties. I was now completely naked except for the leather entrapping my arms. My naked
exposed tits were all I could see as I looked down. My eyes were now filled with the sight
of my large, perfectly shaped, nipples rising from the tips of my mounds in all their
glory. At that moment in time, my innocent and sensitive nipples were all that my eyes
could see.
As my mind was processing all this information, he made his way around in front of
me. Wearing a black ski mask I could only see his lips and his eyes in the shadow of the
mask. His snug fitting black tee shirt outlined his very muscular chest and arms. Clearly
he was a very strong man who I had little chance of fighting off.
“Julie, you have one last chance to open your mouth. When you do open for me, I
strongly suggest that you relax your tongue and allow the gag to slip into your mouth and
over your tongue without a struggle. It’s your choice and you have 5 seconds to pick
between compliance and rings!”
Knowing my nipples are the most sensitive part of my body I knew I couldn’t bear
the pain of having them pieced and ringed. Visions of a needle piercing its way through my
sensitive nubs started dancing through my head. I couldn’t let that happen! Oh god, I have
to choose and I have to do it quickly.
Slowly I opened my mouth and almost immediately I felt the head of a large and hard
rubber dildo slide through my teeth. It was so big, it felt like it was chocking me as my
tongue and throat instinctively tried to expel the invader.
For just a brief moment, I was actually thankful for his advice. Had I fought
against the insertion of this enormous gag and allowed my tongue to be trapped behind it,
I would not be able to breathe right now! Still in shock, I continued to open my mouth
until the invader completely filled me, all the way to my throat.
Once fully inserted he quickly pulled the straps behind my head and buckled the
massive unit in place. There was no pushing this monster out now.
“Relax,” he said as he gently stroked the underside of my chin and along my neck
with his soft fingers.
“You need to breathe deeply through your nose and accept the cock gag filling your
mouth.”
No doubt he could see the fear in my eyes as my nostrils flared open, desperately
trying to get air in and out of my lungs. He continued to softly stroke my chin and
cheeks.
“You need to relax your jaw and let your teeth come to rest on the rubber cock, it
won’t mind,” he chuckled.
My mind started racing with a dozen questions. Who is this guy? What does he want?
What’s he going to do to me? How did he get in my house? Is he going to torture me? Oh my
god, is he going to rape me? I almost passed out just thinking about what might happen to
me.
Before I had a chance to come to grips with the gag that filled my mouth, I felt
him wrapping something around my neck. Quickly he moved behind me again and buckled it
tightly in place. What was he doing now, I thought to myself?
Suddenly my eyes caught a reflection directly ahead of me. With my vision no longer
blocked by my abductor I could clearly see myself in the mirrored wall. To my horror there
I sat, naked on a bar stool, arms bound tightly behind me, a black leather gag strap
pulled across my mouth and a 3 inch wide leather collar circling my neck.
Standing behind me he grabbed the rings located on each side of the collar, pulled
them outward and said, “See these rings; we’ll make good use of these later.”
In the mirror I could see him holding the rings out to each side. I could also see
another ring on the front of the collar. I didn’t want to think about what all those rings
might be for?
Breathing became a little easier as I slowly adjusted to the massive invader
filling my mouth. The fresh oxygen helped me feel more relaxed or perhaps I was starting
to accept my fate, knowing I was too helpless to fight off the inevitable.
I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the mirror, so helplessly bound and exposed.
Seeing myself sitting there, captured, collared and naked, I suddenly started thinking
about my sister. Strange I know, but suddenly I started to recall an afternoon when Laura
was telling about some of her kinky adventures with Tom. Perhaps this was my minds way of
escaping from what was happening to me now.
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