Straight Male / 34
Sloppy Latch Had Dire Consequences
Rainy windy day, I was relaxing, in my recliner, in my strong rubber-coated rip-stop nylon bondage-bag, pleasuring myself slowly, nodding off now and then, my inability to sleep as strong as ever, when there came a knock ion th front door, which between the wind and the slight inward pressure, came unlatched and swung open...
Hello? Need a signature? San I step inside for a moment ? OMIGAWD!"
My usual mail-carrier was a small. halthy, hardy-looking lady probably in her late fifties, and we waved to each other when we met on the street, just polite and unpersonal. That was about to change radically, now! She closed the door - carefully! She came over to where I was frozen in indecision, and made it for me. The main zipper at the foot of the bag, under my feet, was a safe three-quarter closed only, and she instantly slid it all the way closed, making escape impossible now, without outside help
"My my, you're in a real pickle aren't you, pretty boy? Always thought you were a litle cool in your attitude when we met briefly...well, kiddo, that's about to change! Thing of the past! You're about to appreciate me, since you are now absolutely helpless and in my power, and total control! I see what you're still doing half-heartedly, and that needs to stop, right now! Oh, I see! It's going to be like that, isit? Well, I have the answer, right here still in your pants, over here..."
"Arms UP! Now, mister!" she pinched the two air-holes at my nose closed, and I began to slowly suffocate. Hastily, I folded my arms, and she circled my waist with the heavy belt, and buckled it wickedly tight.
"Much better! Now you're about to lose your mind, with my help, and discover true obedience to a powerful woman, even of such small stature...and it starts with...this!" She pulled my massive erection out through the other well-placed zipper, and began what became the wickedest agonizingly protracted wank I ever could have imagined...
Soon I was gasping my muffled pleas, to her amusement, as I begged her to stop, or maybe NOT to stop - by then I wasn't sure which, and her laughter was truly evil.
"I'm really not a very nice person, as you're beginning to see...in fact anyone unfortunate enough to attract me, soon flees for their life, calling me a "wontrolling bitch"...and I'm sure they're correct...
"I better finish my round, then I'll be back to continue your uh, therapy, so don't go anywhere!"
Alone again, in a state of shock, no longer able to reach my massively aroused manhood, I lay there in the stifling blackness, and awaited my fate...
The "happy"? ending was, when she returned, she announced I now had a new lodger, as her lease was about to expire...
That was the better part of a year ago, and I now know what it means to be a sex-slave!
Hello? Need a signature? San I step inside for a moment ? OMIGAWD!"
My usual mail-carrier was a small. halthy, hardy-looking lady probably in her late fifties, and we waved to each other when we met on the street, just polite and unpersonal. That was about to change radically, now! She closed the door - carefully! She came over to where I was frozen in indecision, and made it for me. The main zipper at the foot of the bag, under my feet, was a safe three-quarter closed only, and she instantly slid it all the way closed, making escape impossible now, without outside help
"My my, you're in a real pickle aren't you, pretty boy? Always thought you were a litle cool in your attitude when we met briefly...well, kiddo, that's about to change! Thing of the past! You're about to appreciate me, since you are now absolutely helpless and in my power, and total control! I see what you're still doing half-heartedly, and that needs to stop, right now! Oh, I see! It's going to be like that, isit? Well, I have the answer, right here still in your pants, over here..."
"Arms UP! Now, mister!" she pinched the two air-holes at my nose closed, and I began to slowly suffocate. Hastily, I folded my arms, and she circled my waist with the heavy belt, and buckled it wickedly tight.
"Much better! Now you're about to lose your mind, with my help, and discover true obedience to a powerful woman, even of such small stature...and it starts with...this!" She pulled my massive erection out through the other well-placed zipper, and began what became the wickedest agonizingly protracted wank I ever could have imagined...
Soon I was gasping my muffled pleas, to her amusement, as I begged her to stop, or maybe NOT to stop - by then I wasn't sure which, and her laughter was truly evil.
"I'm really not a very nice person, as you're beginning to see...in fact anyone unfortunate enough to attract me, soon flees for their life, calling me a "wontrolling bitch"...and I'm sure they're correct...
"I better finish my round, then I'll be back to continue your uh, therapy, so don't go anywhere!"
Alone again, in a state of shock, no longer able to reach my massively aroused manhood, I lay there in the stifling blackness, and awaited my fate...
The "happy"? ending was, when she returned, she announced I now had a new lodger, as her lease was about to expire...
That was the better part of a year ago, and I now know what it means to be a sex-slave!
