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Continuously busy, attractive, sane, athletic, and vanilla during the day, at night I need to give all the power and decision making to a beautiful woman in leather. There's only one way to sub-space and it takes a particular person, one who understands discretion, able to do it for me. I'm looking to make a long term relationship for BDSM "meetings" occasionally, but regularly.

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12/16/2012 11:04:24 AM

I had to stand up on the mountain bike and shift to the lowest gear to climb the monstrous hill that climbed up the wooded hillside.  This was my favorite stretch of road.   It was barren and scenic, thick forest preserve stretched for miles with no one around.  It was just me and the chilly air and the climb up to the top, where the reward of a one mile stretch of downhill waited.  Back and forth, the pull on the handlebars was equally straining on my burning arms as pushing the pedals on my calves.  But progress was mine, until "Pop!"  My feet instinctively hit the ground and the strain of the pedals suddenly gave way.  I was almost afraid to look at the damage, but sure enough, the chain broke.  It lay on the gritty road surface as if telling me, "This is where you stop."  

 

"Fuck!"  I blurted out with only the wildlife to hear.  A popped chain or even a bent cog I could fix on the spot, but not a completely sheared off piece of metal.   I gave the sky a harsh look and sighed a couple times before realizing I was walking it to the top or just sitting still until someone came along.  And no one ever came along on this stretch of nowhere.  I quick checked my phone and confirmed what I already knew, no service. 

 

With a reluctant shove I started pushing the bike up the hill, which was much worse than trying to ride it up.  For several minutes it was completely silent except for my shoes hitting the poorly paved surface.  Very faintly I thought I heard a car engine, but shrugged it off and kept pushing, until I heard it again and this time closer.  I stopped for a moment and looked down the hill behind me.  Sure enough, a large pickup truck came around the bend and began the climb up the hill behind me.  I thought quickly about waving it down, but pride got the best of me and I lowered my head and kept pushing.  The all white pickup climbed the hill past me with ease and naturally I tried to take a look at the driver, but noticed it had dark tinted windows. 

 

To my surprise, it stopped just fifty feet ahead of me and almost instantly rolled back down the hill with gravity.  I stopped and stood upright, wiping sweat from my forehead and got a little uneasy as the truck just sat next to me for an uncomfortable few moments with the dark tinted driver window still up.  Then it rolled down.  I was taken back at the sight of a female driver with long dark hair.  

 

“You okay?”  She asked with concern.

“Oh yeah.  I’m having some mechanical problems… jus humping it up to the top.”

 

She gave me a smirk and squinted her eyes a bit while looking me over, again for an uncomfortable few moments of silence, “You sure you’re not just having trouble biking it up?” 

 

I tried to muster a convincing macho look, “Oh, no.  Check it out.”  I held out the broken chain.

 

She smiled, “I see.  Well what are you gonna do once you get down the hill?  You going to walk home?” 

 

And then it dawned on me, I hadn’t thought of that.  I again tried to give a macho look of confidence, “I, uhhhh… “

 

“You hadn’t thought of that, did ya?” 

 

“No ma’am.”  I said with a bit of a blush.  She was quick and pretty.  I was intrigued on the spot, but didn’t dare ask for help.  But a shot of endorphins hit me when she said, “Look let me take you home.  You can throw your bike in the bed.”

 

I hesitated, but started to think of the long walk home pushing the bike.  This seemed ‘meant to be’.  “If you don’t mind, I…”

 

“Hop in,” she said with command. 

 

Not one to take orders from a female, I was really intrigued by this woman that seemed to come out of nowhere and have a commanding way about her.  I lifted my broken bike up in to the bed and opened the passenger door before stopping, “Listen, would you feel more comfortable if I road in the bed with the bike?  You know, uh, since you don’t know me?”

 

“I know enough,” she said.  I thought that was a very odd response, but intriguing.  I was looking forward suddenly to not riding this day.

 

I hopped in and took the two second opportunity to absorb a look at her.  She was medium size or petite and looked to me to be in her mid to late thirties.  She seemed fit and attractive with dark eyes that seemed to… hide something.  All in all it didn’t matter, I was glad she came along and I insisted during our causal chat that I ‘owed her’. 

 

After ten minutes of driving and getting the usual greeting chit-chat over with, there was an awkward pause.  We both rode silently while the endless stretch of forest went by outside.

 

“Hey…”  She said with a pause.  “You know how you said you owe me?” 

 

I looked cautiously, “Yes?” 

 

“I just thought of something.  Listen, we are going right by my house.  I have a cast iron stove sitting outside that needs to come in.  Would you help me move it?  It would take ten minutes out of your way and I’d really appreciate it.”

 

It seemed reasonable and I didn’t hesitate, “Absolutely.  I’d be happen to help.  I do owe you…” 

 

We both smiled and I was a bit shocked that almost immediately after she proposed the question, she turned left on to a dirt road that winded along for what seemed like a long time.  The truck bounced over a one-lane bridge over a creek before a large New England style Cape Cod house appeared in the forest. 

“Wow, nice place you have.”  I stated

 

“Thanks. This will only take a minute.”  She said as she reached up to her sun visor and clicked a remote control.  A garage door opened revealing a very clean and cavernous three car garage.  I thought it was a bit odd that she was pulling the pickup in to the garage and closing the door behind us.  With a strange speed she turned off the truck and hopped out, slamming the door behind her.  I followed suit.

 

She headed towards a door that I assumed led into the house while saying, “You must be thirsty.  Can I get you a drink?” 

 

“Oh, no.  No thank you.”

 

“Well, follow me.  I’ll show you where the stove is.”  She walked through a large meticulous kitchen and past a hardwood floor lined hallway before opening a door that led down a set of stairs to what appeared to be a basement.  Only at the bottom of the stairs there was another hallway with three doors.  Two of the doors were just like the others in the house, white wood with the classic panels, but another caught my eye.  It was all solid dark wood with an iron ring knocker hanging.  I didn’t dare ask but was curious.  She opened one of the white paneled doors and reached into the darkness, fumbling around on the inside of the wall. 

 

“Darn it, I can’t find the light,”  She said while fumbling around.  “It’s right in here,” She looked to me and pointed inside.  I instinctively walked right in without even thinking about the darkness.  The subtle hint of her waving finger seemed to move me with a strange trust.  I stood a foot in, trying to adjust my eyes in the dark. 

 

“I thought you said it was outsi…”  I could feel two hands on my back shove.  I lurched forward and stumbled a few feet, unaware if I’d trip on something and fall or hit a wall while putting my arms up.  The light flicked on and I saw a water heater only a few inches in front of me.  Expecting an apology, I quickly turned around to see what had happened. 

 

“What was…?”  I was in mid question when the sight of the gun instantly grabbed my attention.   She stood in the doorway holding a black handgun, pointed right at me. 

 

“Don’t move.”  She commanded.  My first reaction was to obey, but quickly a rush of fear overcame me and thought of running or hitting her filled my mind.  But, she seemed prepared for that.  

 

“Stay calm and look around.  There’s nowhere to run.  You saw the drive in here.  No one will hear the shots if I have to shoot you.  There’s no neighbors for miles. So don’t be foolish.  You will stand still and listen to my commands.”

 

My mind raced.  I looked around at the small utility closet I was in.  There was nowhere to go.  This woman in jeans and sweatshirt with a gun blocked the only way out.  Her confidence and stance conveyed a reality that she was serious and I didn’t want to get shot.  Fear set in. 

 

“What do you want?  I don’t carry a lot of cash while biking.” 

 

She laughed and smirked,  “You’re cute.  I’ve seen you bike that hill a couple times and I so wished for you to just give me a reason to pick you up.  I simply cannot believe my luck.” 

 

I was perplexed, “Listen, if you wanted to ask me out or something…”

 

Her laugh interrupted and suddenly her face turned serious.  She waved the gun up and down at me, “Shut up.  If you obey me, you’ll be fine.  But, I hope you didn’t have plans for the rest of the… well… week..” 

 

I didn’t know what to say.

 

“Turn around and face the water heater.  You will listen to me carefully.  Do you understand?”   

 

With nothing else to do or think, I nodded hesitantly and very slowly turned around to face the water heater and block wall.  I breathed deeply, not knowing what was going on behind me.  I could hear her moving something and with a woosh, an dark colored object hit the water heater in front of me and landed on the floor. 

 

“Put it on,” She said coldly as if she was robbing a bank like an expert. 

 

I looked down to see it was a blindfold.  It was black leather on one side and padded and soft on the other.  I reached down, studied it for a moment, and then took a deep breath and wrapped the blindfold over my eyes.  I reached behind my head and fumbled a bit before pulling the strap through the buckle.

 

“Is it tight?”  She demanded

 

“Yes…” I responded. 

 

The small room around me became completely foreign and I realized I hadn’t really had a chance to study anything around me.  My ears began to fill up with sounds as my eyes gave up.  I hung my head a bit naturally. 

 

There was a long pause.  I could hear her moving around.  “Good,” She said.  “Now… strip.” 

 

I didn’t move.  A sudden rush of embarrassment hit me even before I took action.  Was she serious?  Where was all this going? 

 

“Strip!”  She ordered. 

 

The thought of the gun came back in to my mind and slowly I removed my outer shirt and tee shirt.  I carefully kicked off my sneakers, leaving my socks on.  Then, against my will, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop, before stepping out of them.  I stood there in my black boxer briefs, hoping that was enough. 

 

She laughed, “Oh you won’t need those either.  Take them off.  Now.” 

 

I took a deep breath and dropped my underwear and stepped out of them as well before standing tall, trying to keep dignity.  There was silence. 

 

She chuckled from behind me, “Oh my goodness.  How lucky am I?  I cannot wait to get you situated.  I’m going to sit back with a glass of wine and cheers to fate.” 

 

“What do you mean situated?”  I blurted out with an edge of fear. 

 

She didn’t respond to my answer.  Instead I heard her tone shift again, “Spread your legs apart.  Far apart.” 

 

I began to shuffle both feet outward, resting my palms on my thighs. 

 

“Good.  Now put both your arms out behind you.  Up in the air with your wrists together.  Don’t move.” 

 

I put both arms behind me and moved them up.  It made me hunch over a bit trying to get my wrists together.  I had a pretty good idea that I was going to be bound. 

 

She repeated, “Don’t move.”  And I could hear metal jingle slightly, coming towards me.  In two seconds the metal cuffs slammed down against the sides of my wrists and cinched down with a few quick clicks.  I shuttered a bit and the swaying of my nervousness made my balls sway.  I was reminded of my nakedness. 

 

Feeling my situation become… restrained, I blurted out, “What are you gonna do?”

 

Again she snickered, “I thought they only said that in movies.  I… am going to play with you as I see fit.”  Her tone seemed more relaxed now that my wrists were cuffed behind me.  “See… I live here alone.  Always have.  And that’s lonely.  But I’m a bit different from other girls, always have been.  I have just been waiting and planning for someone just like you to come along and… well… disappear.  And now I’m going to take you to the room I’ve been working on for years, just for you.  Okay that’s not true, it’s for me really.”

 

As I stood bent over, my wrists cuffed high behind me, she grabbed the middle of the hinged cuffs and turned them.  The metal cut in to my wrist bone and I bent straight up in pain.  “Uuuughh”. 

 

“Stand completely still.”  She reminded me of the gun as the barrel poked my bare ass cheek.  Besides a constant shiver, I stood still.   I could feel a soft padded collar wrap around my neck and buckle.  For a second I panicked as it was very tight. But she released and I could breath.  I could feel a large metal ring on the front of the collar and she snapped something to it.  With a tug to the side, I pulled my feet together and turned, seeing nothing.  She pulled the leash straight down and I hunched over, but moved forward, feeling her pull. 

 

“Do not do anything stupid.”  Her voice was distant.  I imagined it must have been a long leash.  I thought about running or kicking, but the blindfold made it impossible to see her or the gun or where we were walking and I couldn’t get it off with my wrists cuffed.  My dick flapped up and down and side to side.  I was completely aware of its nakedness.  I shuffled along in my socks and could hear her unlocking a door.  I could hear a large metal door open and again the leash pulled downward and forward. 

“Walk, bitch.”  She commanded.  Without saying anything I picked up the pace until she ordered, “Stop.” 

 

I could feel her moving objects.  Metal clanged and there was a shuffling.  The leash hit the side of my face and I realized it was going up over my head.  Suddenly the collar tightened against the back of my neck and my head looked upward.  It didn’t stop.   She had the leash wrapped in to a pulley and was pulling very hard.  I had to stand on my tiptoes.  A little whimper and exhale was all I could release as I attempted to steady my body on my toes.  My arms constantly pulled against the steel, reminding me they were useless. 

 

“We need to get those legs of yours secured.  Don’t want you kicking me, do I?” 

 

I didn’t say anything, expecting her touch on my legs.  Instead I suddenly felt her hand wrap around my balls and cock and squeeze.  I let out a yell, “I asked you a question!” 

 

I yelled back, “NO!”  Hoping she would let go.  Her hand twisted my balls and cock slightly, making me yell again. 

 

“No, what!?”  She demanded.

 

Again I yelled back, trying to appease, “No, I won’t kick you!” 

 

She let go, but tapped my cock several times, “Well, that’s a good answer.  But, the right answer is ‘yes mistress’.  And what’s this?”  She wrapped her hand around my cock gentler.  “A little excited, are you?” 

 

I could feel my face turn red.  Despite the craziness of the situation and the fear, I hadn’t noticed my reaction to her actions.  She laughed again before moving away.  I struggled on my toes.  I could feel her wrap a soft cuff around my left ankle and buckle it tight, then my right.  With speed she attached a clasp to a ring dangling from the ankle cuff.  She wrapped her fingers around my balls again and squeezed, “Spread your legs!”  With a yell I complied and spread them, putting my body’s weight on the collar and leash.  She expertly clasped the other end of a spreader bar to my other ankle, restraining my feet apart.  I swayed back and forth a bit, still moving my arms and pulling against the steel.  She let a little slack out of the leash and I could again stand on the flats of my feet. 

 

A fingernail ran down my spine and I arched at the unexpected touch.  With force she ripped the blindfold off of my head and a dim light hit my eyes.  Everything was blurry.  I looked around and saw a dark room with black walls, sex toys, whips, chains, rope, gags, and implements of all sorts lined the walls.  Strange chairs and a bed with eye hooks lined on it lay nearby.  A soft glow of candles provided the only light.  She moved in front of me, still wearing her jeans and sweatshirt.  She stared at me with amusement.

 

“I am so excited to get started.  You have a lot to learn,” She said as she moved close.  The gun was nowhere to be seen, but it didn’t matter.   She had me.  She turned to a table behind her and picked something up and moved back towards me.  “I need to go get dressed.  This is going to take a steady amount of work to get you used to my expectations and needs.  Your training has to begin right away.”

 

“What training?”  I managed to ask.

 

She looked me deep in the eyes, took a step forward and again wrapped her hand around my cock and balls.  She squeezed hard.  “Open!”  She commanded.  I yelled out at the pain, not sure what she was demanding, but not hesitating she shoved a red rubber ball between my lips.  My tongue pushed on it, resisting.  “Take it, bitch.”  Her hand twisted and I yelled but allowed the ball to hit the back of my mouth, pushing my tongue down.  With a smooth motion she let go of my cock and balls and wrapped a leather strap behind my head.  My head dipped and hit her chest.  I could feel a toned body and rather large breasts, hidden by the sweatshirt.  Suddenly the straps pulled hard against my checks and she pulled another strap up over my nose and over my head.  Another strap under my chin cinched tight making my jaw bite the ball.  She buckled the entire gag behind my head before stepping back for a look. 

 

“Oh!  So nice!  Okay, I have to go get dressed.”  She seemed to bop with excitement and confidence.  “What do you prefer?  Red leather?  Black or purple?  Hmmm?”  She knew I couldn’t speak.  She slapped my cock hard and I let out a yell from around the ball in my mouth. 

 

“Oh!  We’ll have to make sure you try some stricter gags next time.  You will learn, don’t worry.  Okay.  I am going to go get dressed.  Don’t do anything stupid and don’t hang yourself.  If I were you, I would stay still like a good bitch and wait for me.  Okay?” 

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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 Moreno valley, California