Role Play
The Abduction 
part 4

There was no time to fuck around.

I left the motor running, the park lights illuminated the scene adequately, however I’d brought an additional camp light which cast an eerie milky blue glow around the clearing. As my eyes adjusted, I wondered if perhaps the light was too much, possibly visible from a distance? Needing to check, I walked off in the direction that we had come from, not far. It was quite noticeable, except once a few bends had been made there was very little to suggest our presence, and one would have to be searching the woods with intent. At least that’s what I told myself.

Back at the car I arranged some kit so it would be easily accessed. Rope, the restraint, its locks opened, and the Polaroid. Using the thickest rope available I rigged a loop around one of the more sizeable trees, ready for tethering. The whole time C made sporadic cries for help which sounded more like moans of pleasure from inside her prison. Won’t be long now, I found myself saying, not loud enough for her to hear, more for me. Moving hastily, I prepared the scene further, ensuring that everything necessary was in place and easily reachable. I could feel the pill.. the pulsing and heated sensation in my nether regions was quite peculiar. Time for C to get a better picture of what she was up against.

I donned the butchers mit and retrieved the ring gag from my tool kit. It’s a fabulous bit of equipment, a real mouth opener. Moving around the side of the van I popped the sliding door and revealed the lovely C.. all curled up and somewhat sedate, although it appeared the trip had taken its toll. “Poor dear”... Her face was nearest to me as she lay on her right side. Perfect. “Let me help you breathe”. Lifting her head I unravelled the tape, swiftly ripping the last of it, then removed the soaked knickers from her mouth and threw them into the front of the cab, on the dash. She coughed and spluttered and cursed and spat at me. “Dirty little bitch, you better watch your mouth” at which point the expletives came thick and fast, as she strained at ankle and wrist. I chuckled, out loud, and through jeans massaged my thickening meat. I wanted to show C my cock. She’d seen a picture of it in a mild state of arousal, but in the flesh, with visual reference, I’m sure it would seem bigger. Letting her catch her breath, I fetched the Polaroid and put it on the roof of the van within arm’s reach. I felt the need to document this, I wanted proof.

Removing the gag from my pocket I dangled it in front of C’s face.. “Shall we open you up”. She struggled and clamped her jaw shut. I prodded her to invoke a reaction, but she refused to relax her jaw, so I blocked her nose and held it tight, smothering her head in the process. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath sweety”.. turns out not long. My mesh clad thumb was in her open mouth in a nano-second and from there it was a relatively simple task to prise her open and install the ring. Once in place it cannot go anywhere, it’s really quite remarkable. C does have a big mouth, which is lucky for us both. “Yesss that’s the way” I fastened the leather strap and let her calm down a little. “What a pretty picture”. I reached for the Polaroid and fired it up. Before C could react I snapped off a pic and waited for the flash to re-charge. She didn’t seem to mind too much, although I definitely caught her off guard. Time to reveal her next meal. 

“Look at you... You wanna taste some cock don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, I could tell she did. I removed the mesh glove and put it on the dash. I needed both hands free to manipulate and operate. Standing in front of C and feeling rather pleased with myself, mighty almost, I popped the button on my strides and undid my zip. Although C was making uncomfortable noises, her eyes were trained keenly on my package. It thickened. I removed my strides and let them fall to the ground and stood there momentarily, a thin layer of elasticised fabric the only barrier between me and the searing heat of C’s awaiting mouth. I fired up the Polaroid once more and prepared for the reveal. Deliberately, and painstakingly, I peeled away my jox. Just at the point where my dick sprang out I snapped another picture, hopefully catching C in her eye widened state. My meat was at that particular stage of arousal. Not yet erect, still falling downward, but swollen, fat and heavy looking. The state where a woman’s mouth is all that’s needed to arc it’s back and set it throbbing. I could see the mixed emotion in C’s eyes, a generous helping of want and anticipation with more than just a little touch of terror. She was, after all, immobilised, her mouth jarred open, mine to use.

I reached in and dragged C to the very edge of the mattress, bringing her head within striking distance. Centimetres from C’s eyes and nose I handled my cock, rolling foreskin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of my glans as it hardened. I playfully prodded at C, nudging the thick crown into her eye and cheek before bringing its widened girth down with a hefty slap across her forehead. She flinched and whimpered something but it made little sense to me. I dragged the meatus along the ridge of her nose and over her top lip, leaving a slick trail in its wake. I placed a hand on C’s pretty face, resting on her cheek, and fed my engorged dick through the gaping ring into the sublime heat. Monumental relief swept through me once inside, and I snapped instantly to rigid attention. “That’s better isn’t it”.
Enough of the niceties, lets have it. I wrapped my right hand around C’s neck, squeezing, and pushed into her. I felt some resistance hitting the back of her throat. Removing myself briefly, I adjusted C’s head to allow an easier passage. She knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. Aligning myself better worked a treat. As I forced the entire length of shaft into her mouth I could feel the expansion in her throat as it gave way. She struggled for breath with her nose nestled into my pubis. But with the better part of a foot of cock in her mouth it wasn’t easy to mutter ‘Oranges’. It didn’t matter. I let her struggle before giving in and pulling out. She gagged and tears streamed from her eyes. Drool and pre-cum ribboned from the corner of her mouth. I gave her a moment to recover, to plead, but nothing. Feeding back into her mouth was utter bliss, and the fucking began. “You like that don’t you”..no reply.. “I love a girl who enjoys a bit of cock”.. Steadily I drove my stiff pole back and forth, the spluttering sounds music to my ears, the spit and tears and sex juice mixing an elixir of lust. “Such a good girl”. 
I pulled out of C and my cock arched fiercely skyward, sending several strands of said elixir through the air. C gasped for oxygen. I grabbed the Polaroid.. click..whirr. Moving to the back of the van I opened the doors and was greeted with C lashing out wildly with her feet. I pounced on her, trapping her legs. She struggled and writhed but she couldn’t stop me now. I felt as if in a frenzy, I had only one desire, to feel her cunt clamped tight around me. I clawed and tore at her pyjamas and managed to remove them mostly. I could smell her arousal and heat from close proximity and our pheromones mingled, creating a heady cocktail. Without delay I introduced my swollen knobend to her, parting her already drenched folds.. Shuffling about I manoeuvred myself into position and punched her deep with cock. I couldn’t quite bury it but I delighted in C’s wails as I pumped, furiously, with no concern other than my own pleasure. Grabbing a handful of hair and another full of hip I pummelled C like a man possessed, grunting and drooling as I went. Her little cunt felt divine, but position-wise, it was more than a tad awkward. I ripped my cock from its housing and slapped it across C’s butt cheek. I could easily have brought myself to orgasm there and then, but refrained and re-focussed.
Dragging C out of the van I carried her around and into the light. Propping her up against the tree I clipped her wrists to the looped rope with a carabina. I rolled the mattress and placed it in the middle of the clearing within the ring of glowing light. To the side of the mattress I put the kit bag containing all the tools I’d need for our foray.
I turned my head and eyed up my prey..

a white cotton slice of bhp...
    plastic wrapped for your travel convenience.

choice cuts.. 17

Flashback

by
Fat Freddy's Drop
If you've not heard of this bunch of Kiwis, I strongly suggest familiarising yourself with their luscious, masterful and intoxicating blend of all things from dub to blues, with lashings of all the fat and juicy soul food genres in between. This track 'Flashback' comes form their first and imho best studio offering 'Based on a True Story'. Which really is a must for your collection. Listen and love.

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 3

I stood up and over C, very pleased with my work. I tidied myself, straightening clothes and hair alike. Looking into the mirror I assessed the damage to my lip which was throbbing in time with my racing heart. The swelling had already started. I turned back to face C, she was motionless save for heaving chest, her breathing laboured and rapid. I almost felt sorry for her, my little fuck-doll.

I poked my head into the adjoining room and found it empty. I approached C, and, while slapping her healthily on the cheek announced our departure.

“Time for you and me to take a little drive sweety... Somewhere nice and private, where no-one will her your cries as I stuff you full of cock”

I was definitely starting to feel a little frisky. My blood at a veritable boil. Perhaps the Viagra was starting to run its course; I wasn’t too familiar with its modus operandi, all I knew was that it made dicks hard under almost any circumstance. Whatever, I’d let C be the judge of that when I unleashed it. See how she liked it.

I dragged C from the relative sanctuary of her bed and tossed her over my shoulder, like you would a sack of potatoes. She didn’t weigh much, either that or the adrenalin careening through me made her so. Clamping her legs into me allowed her very little room to move, let alone strike out. She protested into the stripey knickers, but they paid almost no attention. I was thrilled with this, let’s face it, pretty archaic form of hushery. It really did the trick.

Now, it was time to enter the most dangerous phase of the game (by my reckoning)- the extraction and transportation of this bound and gagged hard-body. Leaving only ruffled bed linen as indication, I moved toward the back door swiftly. The fact that Heike wasn’t around did cross my mind. Pausing briefly in the doorway I made sure of my footing and surveyed the surrounding houses, none of which had a particularly good view of our position, at least not until we passed down the side of the house. Some exquisite timing meant that it was near dusk, quite late in this part of the world, mostly folk would be inside and lounging.

I navigated the steps without fault and didn’t stop on route. C struggled, squirming a little as we approached the van. I guess, from her position, she could see and was coming to terms with what would be her prison for the next while. The closer we got the more she protested. I slung her into the van rather indiscriminately, eager to remove her from view. The mattress softened the blow I was sure, but she would no doubt be uncomfortable. She didn’t go quietly, lashing out with her feet. Her heels thudded deeply into my quad with venom. I fell again on top of her in an attempt to contain and subdue the little firebrand. She looked decidedly unimpressed and continued to strain at the bit. I managed to force her into the fetal position, pinning her down with my bulk, and, holding her legs in place with one arm, plunged the other hand down the back of her jama bottoms. I fumbled around roughly and found her crease, without pause I fingered her, unceremoniously.. forcing fingers into her abruptly... 2, 3, 4.  Her cunt was warm and wet. It was easy. Her breathing became more modified, falling in line with my slow, but deliberately aggressive plundering. “Calm... the fuck... down”. I could have fucked her right there. I felt my dick swelling, I needed to remove the box. I extricated digits from C and held her legs in place, then, quickly closed the doors, like you would to keep an excitable dog from escaping. Trapped in the darkness I could more than vaguely make out her muffled screams. That would be a major concern when stopped, in built up areas and such. I panicked a bit and slapped on the back door panels. C responded, kicking out from the inside. Shit.. that was loud. For a moment I started to think this was a very a bad idea. Breathing in sharply I gathered my thoughts and courage. As I turned to my right I noticed someone, peripherally, and looked back to see Heike standing there, at the corner of the house. How long had she been there? What had she seen? She hit me with a wry smile and gave me a thumbs up.. what a dirty bitch I said to myself, returning the smile before rounding the vehicle and jumping into the driving seat. Never had the driving seat carried so much weight, so much responsibility. The gravity of the situation was not lost on me. Again I offered myself a last chance to bail out. “This really is it” I said to myself. Start driving and commit to the game, 100%. Hesitation lasted a mere few seconds before I disengaged the hand-brake, but those few seconds born in me some of the most intense feelings of apprehension and anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet still, we move on.

Turning the key triggered a near epiphany, as the stayed and chilling hand of control brushed over me. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing, can go wrong. I put my foot down and sealed our fate. The desire to enter C overwhelmed all else.

Into the quiet residential street we rolled.
Snapping out of my state I realised the butchers’ mit was still on. So deliriously focused, I hadn’t noticed. Removing it I placed it in the storage unit above the visor, easily accessible. I removed the box that had protected my bits, and sighed out loud as they relaxed, enjoying freedom from sweaty constraint. I massaged my semi-swollen shaft, as if to alert it of impending action. It does have a mind of its own after all, although I doubt it needed reminding. Self indulgence is such a delightful way to reduce tension.

Initially, the music remained off. Instead I listened intently for any noises coming from behind the panelled wall. I had no visual contact with C, so it was my ears that best communicated her condition. I noticed it was when taking right turns that C became most vocal. I figured that it was during this manoeuvre that her weight shifted onto her back, trapping and pinching her arms and wrists. It concerned me mildly, enough to take any rights at wider berth and lower speeds. I didn’t want to hurt her, other than by provocation, and my meat. After sometime we hit the motorway. Darkness was well and truly upon us. I remained in the outside lane and maintained speed limit. I ran through my plan ad nauseam. Some music I thought, might relax the mood of captive and captor. It was hardcore hour on a certain pirate radio station that was #3 on my preselect. Amazingly enough the gravelly tones and aggressive drum kicks struck a chord with our adventure, and, melting into the background of my thoughts became a remarkably soothing sound-track. I wondered if C thought so. I felt like calling out, querying her approval. But refrained.

The drive was largely uneventful. Time passed very quickly, quicker than it had previously. When the exit sign came into view my heart swelled, as did my throat. I felt a little ill as a rush of blood thumped rhythmically into my neck and head, intensity increasing with each pulse. I postulated that this must be what a serial killer feels prior to their first kill. It wasn’t pleasant. Akin to the uncontrolled queasiness that signalled the oncoming of a very strong pill. The ones that used to be available. A long time ago.  Either way, it disturbed me. I could have pulled over then and there and purged my stomach. Was this the Viagra?

Subduing the ill by squinting and opening the window, I soldiered on. We were almost there.

Taking a left at the roundabout the lights passed over the sign that indicated our destination was close. 2 ½ miles away. Blood pounded through my system so fast and loud I could swear that it was audible in the back. It felt likely I would pass out before arriving. I couldn’t put my head between my legs, like the nurse tells you too, so instead I wiggled my toes inside my boots and tapped my feet. Breathe.

Was it really worth all this? Was C experiencing the same misgivings? I fucking hope not. Breathe.

The open window helped. Wind in the face is a beautiful thing. Maybe that’s why dogs stick their heads out the window, because they suffer car sickness. It sure as hell works.

By the time I’d wrangled my guts and grey matter, the turn-off into the forest was upon us. It looked rather more ominous and foreboding than it did last night. The smell of pine infiltrated my senses, a therapeutic tonic. This sustainable paper forest was a serenely beautiful place I thought, to carry out such perverted and deviant acts. The impenetrable stillness and dark of night was about to be punctured with sounds of unfettered sexual gratification, some invited and welcome, others endured and forced upon. It crossed my mind that this wasn’t the first time gratuitous sex had been practiced in these parts. They would certainly invite the adventurous, day or night. 

And so it was, I rolled deeper into the woods, down a side track barely wide enough to pass, toward a small opening surrounded by trees in various states of maturity. Here in this place, our limits would be tested. Boundaries, already stretched, were about to be strained to breaking point, and beyond. 

And didn't we deserve it...

choice cuts.. #16

This Train

by 

WhoMadeWho

A brilliant tune from the deliciously whacky genre-bending minds of these Scandinavian nutters. Check out the video compiled by Chicks on Speed for a lusty look into their world. 'Out there' is a serious understatement.

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 2

I mounted the steps and peered through the narrow panes of glass into the house. The light in the kitchen was on and I could see a slipper clad pair of feet protruding out from underneath the table. They were of the feminine variety. I figured they belonged to C’s flatmate, Heike. A very attractive Scandinavian girl who was always admired and often pursued by the multitudes on the scene. 

I felt a flush of embarrassment wash over me. What would she think?

I didn’t dwell on it, I hadn’t the time. 

I tried the handle and it gave way. My pulse spiked as the door budged. I opened it silently and stepped inside. The air was awash with the deeply rich scent of freshly ground coffee, espresso. There’s nothing quite like it. I stepped awkwardly down the hall, my eyes fixed firmly on the feet beneath the table. As I approached they shuffled out of frame and in an instant, blond ribboned locks swung into view. Momentarily startled, I froze, however the strikingly beautiful smile that greeted me melted away any concern. It was a knowing smile, with some seriously dirty connotations. She pointed to C’s room and made the universal sleeping gesture with hand and cheek. My heart rate dialled up a further notch. 

I crept forward and returned Heike’s smile with interest. She scanned me ruthlessly and nodded her approval. I felt an urge to speak to her, amongst other things. She watched intently as I rounded the corner moving toward C’s doorway, I could feel her stare burning in deep, between my shoulder-blades. In the doorway I stood motionless and perused for the first time in the flesh, C, the little adventurer, a sexual explorer, and.. my next fuck. 

A surreal mixture of lust and fear muddled my insides, from one head to the other. I was hungry for this. Now I was ready to take, what for some time had been waved around and paraded in front of my face. 
My one chance to really penetrate this woman, physically and emotionally, was upon me. 

I felt a delirious sense of excitement, an almost insane urge.

I looked around the room. 

Deviating away from my plan, I decided that C would need to be gagged immediately. Any screaming could possibly alert the folk upstairs. Directly to my left was an A-frame drying rack with what looked like a fortnight supply of knickers, and several bras. Perfect. I ran my hands through the delicious array of fabrics and selected a pair of red and white striped cottons. Cute. They’d look even better stuffed in C’s mouth! 
I stepped into her space without making a sound. She was close enough to touch. Her breathing pattern told me she was quite soundly asleep.

I looped the cable ties around my right arm, bangles a devil might wear, and located the end of the tape roll, pre-folded. I assessed the different angles of attack that could be used, and marvelled at the smug feeling of power that enveloped me as I stood over my soon to be helpless quarry. In my left hand I scrunched the stripey knickers and brought them to my mouth and nose, inhaling the fresh, innocent aroma. How different would her heated sodden cunt be I wondered? 

She looked clean. Dressed in jim-jams, matching top and bottom, pale blue flannel, adorned with a Hello Kitty holding balloons pattern. How sweet. How sweet it would be to rip them from her quivering body, exposing her flesh, her avenues of lust, ripe for the stuffing. I felt a surge of blood to my loins as space inside my box turned premium. Best not get too carried away, not yet. My internal dialogue, ever the pessimist, pulled me into check. Some shuffling in the kitchen brought me fully around. Back to the task. 

Looking again at the bits and pieces in hand, I took a few shallow, silent breaths. And, with the grace of a rutting stag, fell heavily onto the sleeping beauty below me. 
She startled, instantly tensing her petite form. In one fell motion I rolled her onto her back and smothered her mouth with meshed hand. She gasped and writhed and my first opportunity presented itself. I jammed 3 fingers in her open mouth, prising it open and began stuffing it with her very own underpants. She fairly resisted, biting down on the glove. It was almost entertaining to watch as the realization hit, my preemptive attire had got the better of her. She struggled now, punching out at me. I copped a few hay-makers in the side of the head, one of them connecting with my bottom lip, the little tiger. She let some muffled shrieks out but the gag was effective. I covered up as best as possible, absorbing her hits. Intense concentration was required, my fingers fumbling at tapes edge, but I managed to land the first pass of packing tape perfectly over her mouth. Any pleasant feeling I was experiencing previously had fast dissipated. C was actually hurting me. For her size she was strong, a brutal little fucker. She did warn me. The violence, instead of blurring my thoughts actually clarified them, and her attempts to damage me flicked a switch. A physical switch. A controlled anger arose in me, stopping short of rage due to my familiarity with C and the knowledge of the game. Still, i was seeing red, watered down, but red. 

I man-handled her through her muffled protest and taped the gag firmly in place. Packing tape was used, for 2 reasons. A) it unravels very quickly and when stuck on itself is more than secure. And B) it would be much easier to remove from her head, as it barely sticks to hair.

She must have hit me with nigh on 20 decent blows. I had time to consider the amount of bruising I would wear the following day, and time also to consider the internal bruising my stiff cock would shortly give her.

For all her valiant effort, the sheer weight and strength disadvantage she was at, began to take its toll. I shimmied down her body, entirely trapping her legs. Without her mouth to access oxygen she began to panic somewhat, flailing wildly and connecting less. She wriggled violently, vainly attempting to buck me off. Aided by momentum, her twisting helped me roll her over, and once face down, it was relatively easy to catch her arms and bring them behind her back. With some effort I managed to grip both her wrists in one hand, clamping down tight with all I could muster. I bounced a cable tie down my arm and slipped it over her wrists. She let a pained cry go as the cable tie gripped. Not so much from the pain I reasoned, more so from the knowing, perhaps angry at the ease with which she had become mostly defenseless. 

I checked the tie, it was tight enough without pinching too much.

It was almost a formality now. I copped a couple of heels to the back, but most of the fight had been removed from C. She was breathing heavily through flared nostrils, not yet adjusted to her predicament. I slid down the back of her legs, my weight far too much to budge. I spun around and swiftly landed the killer blow by tightening a tie around her ankles. Gotcha. You are mine now. 
I caught my breath and turned back to face her. I propped up on my knees and turned her over, sunny side up. She didn’t look at all happy and was struggling still. I sat on her thighs and leaned down into her breathing space, smiling what I could only imagine to be a coveting smile. 
I pressed my face into her neck and inhaled deeply. Sliding stubbled face and open mouth toward her ear, I spoke my first words with quiet and assured force. 
“Your safe word, when we get where we’re going, is- Oranges.. OK.. Understand?”. She nodded. 
“Good girl... Stay calm and I won’t have to hurt you”.. 
I moved away, hovering above her, searching deep into her eyes, looking for any discomfort, any discontent. Nothing. 
I smiled, and just as I did she brought her forehead up with force, smashing into the same lip she collected earlier with her fist. It fucking smarted too.. I sat up and fingered the inside of my lip.. she drew blood. “You little bitch”.. her eyes smiled and I heard her chuckle..
“Think that’s funny do’ya? ..Fucking bitch”.. I grabbed at her tits, kneading them forcefully, with both hands, and pinched at her nipples hard. 
“You’re gunna pay for that ”. I slipped my hand under her top to feel the warm, silken smooth skin of supple breast, and squeezed. Palming her forehead, I leaned in again and whispered directly into her ear.. 
“I’m gunna enjoy ramming my cock into you... You’ve teased my prick for the very last time.. this little body of yours.. is now mine”.

 

 turn around babe..

look at me when i'm fucking you..

i wanna see your pretty face..

you know i love that.

Role Play -

The Abduction

part 1

I arrived just before 20:00 and pulled up down the street from #194. C’s house. 

I gathered my thoughts and questioned myself one final time. Am I really going through with this? Even though events hadn’t been set in motion, I felt compelled to go on. Too far down the path was I to retreat now. 

I wondered what she would be doing. I wondered if she was feeling the same level of apprehension. I doubted that she would be. Momentarily I resented her for putting me through this.. it was after all her fantasy.. and it was I doing all the work. The risk, though, was ours to share. Comforted by that thought I mustered my nerve and ran through the programme. I had to make sure that at no point I was outwardly kind to her, or comforting. This was the hardest thing for me to get my head around. I was very fond of C. How could I treat her any other way than warmly?

I emptied my lungs and filled them deeply, overdosing on oxygen and summoning my courage. I took the cricket box from my kit and placed it inside my jox, snugly around my bits, testing it with a few knocks. I slipped my right hand into the butchers mitt and fastened it securely. I felt protected, physically at least, it was mentally where my frailties existed, and with no armour against my thoughts it was my heart, the recipient of cumulating fear. 

I checked the clock. 8pm. I swallowed the erection guarantee with a mouthful of water and turned the ignition key. It was all about to kick off. My focus sharpened as I pulled into the lane and drove toward her house.

Happy to see the driveway vacant, I reversed as far in as possible. 

A fence on the neighbour side would provide plenty of protection from any prying eyes. My heart was pounding, it’s thumping resonating in my eardrums. This was it. I checked the rearview mirror, looked myself in the eye, ascertaining my readiness. Last chance to pike out I told myself. Last chance to drive away. 

I grit my teeth and snarled, summoning the aggression inside, the cold nature required, and stepped into the game. 

Moving swiftly to the back of the vehicle I swung open both doors. Ready and waiting were the abduction tools. Cable ties, already looped for easy fastening, tape and a scarf for blindfolding. Rope was positioned by the side of the mattress. Weapons in hand, I moved quietly down the side of the house surveying the area for any overlooking windows or vantage points. It was relatively private, but if C was to make any cry for help, any number of frosted glass windows could open and witness goings on, and surely sabotage our foray into filth and fantasy. 

At the back of the house, I took in the path my feet would travel.. 2 and a ½ steps from the back door and a worn earthen track to where I stood. No obstacles to speak of other than the stairs. Fortunately C’s room was at the rear of the house, on the far side. There could be no access through the window however, so it was through the back door, down a short hall to the kitchen/dining room. Her room was off this space to the right, and was probably used as a breakfast or sitting room before the landlord decided to maximise rent and convert it to sleeping quarters. 

I passed the back door nonchalantly and peered into C’s room. Through a gauzy crack in the curtains I could make out the slight figure of C, she lay on the bed with the bed side lamp on. I could see a book by her head. Whether or not she was asleep was anyone’s guess, it would be better if she was, but then she could be foxing. 

Seeing her lay there instilled a rather serene sensation in me, a pining for her affections, she looked in this state so lovely, so impressionable, so fragile and small. I began to wonder if my plans might be too full-on. I began to worry that she might not enjoy the game, that she may hate me afterward. I panicked. It occurred to me that maybe it wasn’t her that had txted me.. this thought echoed horridly, shuddering throughout my entire being. Fuck. Shit fuck shit. An intimate terror took hold of my emotion, movement and time froze in a stone cold fist. After a minor eternity, I managed to swallow, in my constricted throat it felt like a golf ball. An absurd reasoning came over me as I weighed up the probabilities. I convinced myself that she would not allow any other to access her mobile, given the strictly personal and perverted content she hoarded there. I looked again through curtains; the sweet and diminutive figure belied the deviate inside. I knew that to be true. This was the case. I inhaled deeply and calmly expelled. In this moment of clarity I figured that she would immediately let me know if I wasn’t wanted, if some mistake had been made. I vowed to give her the safe word once she had been sufficiently immobilised. After that point she would have the ability to go out the same chicken gate I had wrestled with walking through. 

Content in this, I checked my watch, time to move.

Role Play
Warning Bells..

So it's beginning to take shape. I sent C a message last night.. which read:
'This is your 48 hour notice. X'
To which came a hasty reply:
"Yay. bout time. xxx"

I've taken a couple of days off to plan the event in detail, as well as a day off on Thursday to recover. I have gathered together everything I need and more. I'm hoping I've not left anything out. I've invested in a lovely restraint system, and have tested it's strength. Solid. She will not be getting out of that in a hurry. I have enough rope to bind her limbs and tether her to any immovable object. Gaffa tape and thick cable ties will be used initially, for the abduction phase. I've a box to protect my bits, and a butchers mesh glove to use while gagging. I have a couple of gags, one to stop her from shouting (which I'm not expecting to have to use but will readily do so) and another ring gag, large enough to drive my hardest erection through entirely (this will most definitely be used). The van has been prepped with my camping futon, which will make the journey in the confined darkness a little more comfortable.
I'm also packing several tools to use on her, I want to make sure she feels properly used. I figure it wont just be enough to fill her with me, my cock and digits. She has other passages requiring simultaneous attention. Lubrication will be on hand naturally, as will condoms. I've also purchased some 100mg viagra which I will be taking onroute. I don't want to get half way down the road and suffer some sort of anxiety. It's not the sort of thing I would usually take part in.. so I need to be at my best, and she needs to feel me at my best.
I've caribinas, locks, a blanket, spare clothes for both of us, and most importantly, a first aid kit. I am well trained in emergency first aid and would never go on such a venture without one.
All thats left now is to find the exact location. I've searched out a decent place over the weekend, and will be going back there this evening to ensure it's secluded, and safe. I'll monitor it throughout the night and time my travels. Sunset and sunrise will be logged. Between these times on Wednesday night, C is going to get exactly what she bargained for.
While I would admit to being a little nervous, it's excitement more than anything that riles me. I'm consumed.
I'll be giving her a safe word to utter at any given point. Instantly respected.
Other than that dear readers, I think I've got it covered.
If you've any advice, or some wicked detail you'd like to throw my way, now would be the time.

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Alt-J
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