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Subject: Mistaken Identity - M/f, f-self, reluct, XX, bondage, package, toys
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This is a short excerpt of Mistaken Identity and is intended for adult
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Summary: While trying to find a friends cabin, Tom ends up at the wrong
house only to find a bound woman! Thinking it is his friend's
girlfriend playing games he uses her as his slave until it is time to
leave when he trussles her up, stuffs her in a chest and leaves her
waiting to be released.
Author: GaggedUtopia
Story codes: M/f, f-self, reluct, XX, bondage, package, toys
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Marie stared at her captor is disbelief and confusion. He had obviously
mistaken her for someone else, but with her ballgag, she was powerless
to educate him. What was worse is her situation, she was alone in these
woods and her husband wouldn't be back for a couple days from his trip.
She could hear a faint click in the other room, signaling that her key
had come free. If only it had dropped a few minutes sooner, maybe she
wouldn't be in this mess.
She watched intently has the man searched the room, for what she didn't
know. Maybe he was here to rob her and the rest was just a rouse. Only
time would tell. She tugged and strained against the belt holding her
to the bed. If only she could get free, maybe she could get the key and
explain that she is not JoAnn.
* * *
I looked around the room and found a large wooden chest at the foot of
the bed. Opening it I discovered the source of her restraints. I pulled
everything out and started to sort through what I needed. It was
obvious that bondage was more then just a kinky bedroom game to them;
it was a way of life. There were a few hoods, blindfolds, anal plugs,
several gags, dildos, cuffs and piles of rope. Further searching
revealed a fiendish device and a personal favorite of mine, the
armbinder. I set it aside along with a blindfold and leather ankle
cuffs. Suspecting that she would have some devilish shoes to suit her
restraints, I opened the closet door. Before me was a rack full of
shoes, ranging from a 3 inch heel to 6 inches. I selected a nice 5 inch
pair with ankle straps to prevent them from coming loose.
With restraints in hand, I walked over to JoAnn. "Now here is how it is
going to work. I am going to put these on you and you won't give me any
trouble." I told her. "Nod if you understand"
With her consenting nod, I disconnected her from the bed and pushed her
onto her stomach. I couldn't help but think that if it were not for the
fact that this was Tim's girlfriend, I would just strap her up
spread-eagle and fuck her all weekend. My cock was pulsing it was so
hard, but I knew better. Who knows, maybe he will have her give me a
blowjob as a thank you for taking such good care of her.
I reached into the chest of pulled out a key ring containing a few
handcuff keys. I removed her cuffs and instructed her to stay still.
Surprisingly she did, and I slipped the armbinder over her arms,
crossing the straps in front of her. I laced the two halves together
and repeated the action once more to get it a little tighter. Her arms
and shoulders were strained as her elbows were almost touching.
Removing the strap around her ankles, I wrapped the small black strap
around her wrists of good measure. I replaced the ankle strap with
leather cuffs and locked them in place. Folding her legs in half, I
connected her two ankles together with a chain link and to the ring on
the armbinder effectively hogtieing her.
With her feet secure, I slipped on the stiletto heels onto her feet and
secured the ankle strap tightly. For the final step I slipped the
blindfold over her eyes. I stood back and admired her form. After a few
minutes of watching her struggle against the restraints, I left the
bedroom and went outside to retrieve my beer. I was slightly
disappointed they had warmed in this summer weather, but a few minutes
in the freezer would cure that.
With my beer chilling, I searched the kitchen for something to eat.
Finding some leftover fried chicken, I put it in the oven to reheat.
That was when I noticed the serving tray. This was no ordinary tray; it
was designed for a slave to serve her master. "When in Rome!" I
thought.
I went into the bedroom and found JoAnn still on the bed struggling to
get free. I couldn't help but think how much she must love this
treatment. Other women that I have tied up have only tested their bonds
for a few minutes, never really relishing in the restraint. If I didn't
know better, I would think JoAnn was really trying to get free!
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