It never occurred to you that it might be a bad idea going alone to collect the items you’d seen for sale online. It still didn’t occur to you when a tall, slim man opened the door and invited you in. It was only when the door was shut and locked, my hand firmly pressed over your mouth, that panic sets in.

There’s no violence or aggression as i turn you around and pin your back against my hard body, just an assertive dominance that leaves no room for misunderstanding. I lift you easily, and carry you to a bed. When you see the restraints already attached to the bed frame you begin to panic, heart racing, blood pounding in your ears, breath coming in ragged gasps as the awful reality of your situation becomes apparent.

I throw you down onto the mattress, climbing on top of you and pinning your body as I grab one wrist and then the other, strapping them into the restraints. I ignore your sobbing and pleading as i strap down your ankles. Once secure, I begin to undo your clothes, unstrapping one limb at a time to remove them, slowly and methodically working to leave you completely naked and powerless.

I step back and let my eyes roam over your body, breathing deeply. I reach out, stroking your breasts, gently playing with your nipples, ignoring your pleading. I move to the bottom of the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress between your restrained ankles. I run my fingers up the inside of your thigh, revelling in the softness of your skin. Gently, i begin to explore the folds of your lips. I lean forward, my warm breath on you before I press my mouth over your clit, gently sucking as I tease with my tongue. As much as your mind rebels against this unwanted attention, your body responds to the stimulation. My fingers slide inside you, making you gasp and involuntarily arch your back. You continue to beg me to stop, even as the pleasure grows. With slow inevitability your orgasm builds, the feeling of my mouth sucking on your clit as my tongue teases, my fingers stroking inside you. You try to twist away from me, but the restraints mean there is no escape from the shuddering climax that wracks your body, making you cry out in pleasure. I keep teasing, drawing out the orgasm as aftershocks run through you, legs trembling, back arching, breath coming in shuddering gasps.

I leave you briefly as you try to catch your breath, but before you’ve had time to fully recover I return with a bullet vibrator. I turn it on, and press it against your clit as I slide my fingers back inside you. I quickly bring you to another orgasm, and another. I keep going, never leaving you time to fully recover before making you cum again.

It’s only when your entire body is shaking uncontrollably, your eyes unfocussed, words slurred from an overwhelming surfeit of pleasure that I stop and undo your restraints. I sit and watch as you curl into a ball, trembling and shivering, breathing ragged. Eventually you regain some control, and I make no move as you sit up on the bed and gather up your clothes. I watch as you hurriedly dress, again making no move to intervene as you move to the door on wobbly legs. With one final, panicked look over your shoulder you unlock the door and stagger out onto the street, confused and overwhelmed. What just happened? It will take a long time to process, but you know life will never be the same again, and there will always be a part of you that wants to go and knock on that door again one day…..

**** i’m staying in central London for a few days in July and would very much like to meet someone willing to act out this scenario with me. Please get in touch if you’re interested or want to discuss how to change it to better suit your kinks.