My head's pounding as I'm reluctantly dragged back to consciousness. I can't remember anything after last night..

I fell asleep last night, and then I was here.

As my vision gradually comes back into focus, I see a bare concrete ceiling above me. I'm in a basement. There's a bookshelf on one wall, and a computer, couch and TV over in a corner. A cold shiver passes down my spine. The books were all my favourites, or things I'd been meaning to read. Had this all been prepared for me?

"Oh, you're awake! Hi, Sweetie!" your soft voice chirps. With a voice like that, it's no surprise nobody realises what you're capable of. You've got black hair and green eyes, and your smile's so cute I almost forget that there are chains on my wrists and ankles.

"W..Who are you? Where am I?"

"Calm down, Sweetie, you're safe, I promise! This is your new room, do you like it?"

"M..My new room?" I stammer, panic becomeing apparent in my voice. "I..I'd like to go home please.."

You cock your head to one side, sitting on the bed next to me and putting a hand on my thigh. "Hush, now, Sweetie. You are home. I just couldn't stand you being anywhere else, you see? I'm... not very good at dating, and... well, I decided to take the initiative and make this relationship happen. I just couldn't stand anyone else.. any..."

There was a pause.

"Any of those cheap fucking whores putting their filthy hands on you".

When you speak again, the sweetness is absent from your voice, and instead there's a coldness that makes every muscle in my body tense. Then, just as quickly, you're back to normal. That was when I realised I had seen you before. Sometimes, on my walk to work, a few meters behind me. Sometimes on the bus, peeking at me over a magazine, only to look away when I met your eyes. There were other times you were watching, I just wasn't aware.

"So I'm gonna look after you now, okay? We're soulmates, you see. I just know it! And.. Sweetie?"

You run your hand up my thigh and place it directly on my crotch, your sparkling green eyes piercing into me.

"Don't. test. me. I just.. get a little crazy sometimes. Don't we all? But it's for the best that you're a good boy. I'll look after you, and just.. be a good boyfriend, okay?"

"B..But we've never met, Miss.. please... I'm scared.."

"Sweetie. You're being irrational" you snap, and all of a sudden, the cold is back in your voice. You give me a hard stare, your gaze like daggers. "I already said I'm not going to hurt you.. but.. I didn't say anything about disciplining you.

The fear in my face must be apparent, because you quickly start shushing me, placing a finger on my lips. "You know Sweetie.. if I was a meanie, you'd be full of cock already.. I might not even use lube.. some girls would just spit first.."

"Oh, silly me! I forgot to mention that part, didn't I.. I know this won't get in the way of our love, but, well.." you suddenly stand, lifting your dress to reveal a cock that's almost as thick as my wrist and longer than I could have imagined.

"O...oh... my... g...g...god..."

"I know, pretty big, huh?" A smug grin flashes across your face" Don't worry, Sweetie, I know you've saved yourself for me, so I'll be soooo gentle with your little hole. I'd never hurt my little angel, you know that right?"

"M..Ma'am? Could you untie me? I promise I'll be good.. my hands are going to sleep." I timidly request, eyes still fixed on your thick futa cock.

Sympathy dawns in your eyes. "Okay, Sweetie, I'll untie you. You just look so.. sexy all helpless on the bed, that's all. It took so much control not to just.. pound you in your sleep!" you admit with a little giggle, like it was an innocent admission. You pull a key out of your bra and unlock the steel padlocks, and my hands a free.

"But Sweetie?"

Suddenly, your hand is around my throat, gripping tight, someone one hand possesses the strength required to pin me to the headboard. Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and you look totally psychotic.

"Don't make me regret this.. or Mommy's gonna have to show some tough love."

Then, you release me and I take a gasp of air, panting, terrified.

"Okay?" you chirp, grinning again. "You've been through a lot, so.. why don't we have a little.. playtime? It'll let us bond! Tell me.. how does a naughty little 69 sound?"

I got used to life in the cellar eventually. It took a while, but I couldn't resist you forever. You really do know me. You know how to make me feel good. I've learned to love my girlfriend's big cock hammering my prostate. To love the way you pinch and stroke and scratch me whether I've been good or bad. You provide for me, and sometimes, you let me come into the house upstairs, when I'm on my leash, of course. Somehow, after all you've done. You were right. We must be soulmates. I just can't imagine disobeying you now.