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My Birthday - A Fantasy
This is the first story I've ever written and completed..I'm terrified to post it but am doing it anyway. It's a tad long so I have to split it into two parts. I'll post the second part immediately following the first. PLEASE Be kind and gentle:D
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What a thoroughly rotten day!! It started out lousy
and went downhill from there. First a flat tire on my
way to work. Then I found out I was passed over AGAIN
for that promotion I've been working so hard for. And
worst of all, today is my birthday and no one noticed!
Not my parents, none of my siblings, none of my
co-workers, and last but certainly not least, my
fiance. I thought I would have at least gotten a phone
call from him. Oh well. No sense feeling sorry for
myself, it does no good anyway.
My arms are full of grocery bags, as well as my
purse, briefcase and my laptop. I can barely maneuver
to get my key in the door. I manage to just get the
door open and dump everything on the kitchen table
right next to the door. Suddenly,before I can turn on
the light, I'm grabbed from behind by a large pair of
leather-covered, extremely strong hands. One hand is
clasped over my mouth and the other covers my eyes.
"Not a word! Or you'll be sorry!"
I nod to show I understand and he slowly releases his
grip on my mouth. The next thing I know I feel a very
silky-feeling cloth cover my eyes and it's tied
securely behind my head. I don't recognize the voice,
but there is something very familiar about the hands.
"I won't hurt you, not if you don't fight me. But I
WILL have my way with you! If you cooperate perhaps
you might even enjoy it!"
I was terrified, yet I could feel myself getting
wet. How can I possibly be getting aroused when my
very life might be in danger? How sick am I?
The "Voice" instructs me to disrobe, "Now! Take
everything off! Now! Right here! Don't strain my
patience or you will pay the price!"
I struggle to undress as fast as I can, leaving my
designer business-wear in a heap on the floor. I'm
shaking so hard I can almost hear my knees knocking. I
know I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I just
don't know if it's from fear or excitement. I must be
insane!
I feel those hands again. They reach from behind me
and grip my breasts - tightly, pinching my nipples,
pulling them, twisting them.
The "Voice" laughs. "You know you're enjoying it,
you slut! Now move your ass! Get in the bedroom! You
don't need to see - it's your apartment, you should be
able to find your way." I make my way to the bedroom,
stumbling over kitchen chairs, and cat food dishes in
the process. He then instructs me to get on the bed
and to lie on my back.
"Okay bitch, spread 'em!"
"What are you going to do with me? Please don't hurt
me!" I receive no verbal response. My questions were
met with silence.
I felt one foot being gripped by those maddeningly
familiar hands. Then something soft, yet strong, being
wrapped around my ankle...then it was tied to the
bedpost. The same thing was done to the other foot.
When he finished with my feet I was left wide open.
Exposed to the world. The world that at the moment was
only populated by me and "The Voice". I felt so
degraded, so vulnerable and I'm ashamed to admit, so
aroused! This detail was not missed by my captor. I
was startled by a touch "down there." Just a quick run
of his finger between my folds and then I heard him
chuckle to himself. He said nothing but I knew he had something sinister planned and
was thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
Next I felt my hand being ripped way from my breast
where I had vainly tried to preserve some minute shred
of modesty. Again he chuckled to himself and fastened
my wrist to the bedpost with the same soft, slippery,
sensual, strong bands that he used for my feet. Yet
again this was repeated with my other hand.
There I was, spread wide open on my bed like the
meat on an open-faced sandwich.
My mind was reeling! What's happening to me? WHY is
this happening to me? Who is this villain? IS he a
villain? His voice is cruel, his hands are determined
yet gentle. And strangely familiar......
That familiarity plays a most sadistic game with my
mind. Who could this be? And most of all WHY??
Then just as suddenly as he appeared, he seems to
disappear. There is nothing but the sound of my
breathing and my heart pounding and those ever-present
questions in my head.
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