iammegadaddyissues: i suppose He’d begun planning it from the beginning. My initial mess
iammegadaddyissues: i suppose He’d begun planning it from the beginning. My initial messages to Him had been brief and His responses to me had come slowly but His interest seemed to heighten once He started reading my Tumblr blog. His slow, carefully crafted responses kept me eagerly anticipating the next, giving me just enough encouragement to stay hopeful and desperate for more. Knowing we were in the same town excited me but added an element of fear and reality that i’d yet to experience with any of my other blog readers. Coming out from behind my Tumblr anonymity to someone so close by was uncharted territory for me. i’ve lost track of what i’ve written or inadvertently revealed about myself on my Tumblr account over the years and have always assumed that my little entries were mere masturbation fodder for most. But as i lay bound and gagged on the floor, naked and trembling in fearful anticipation and uncertainty of what’s to come, the reality of my carelessness sinks in. Woven together, the ample supply of my seemingly innocuous fantasies have revealed too much about my subconscious, about my weaknesses, desires, and vulnerabilities. He’s not just casually read them; He’s studied them and knows too much.i could have scripted the abduction myself. Lured to a bar with the promise of a first meeting. Patiently waiting for His arrival and then leaving despondent and dejected after an hour when He doesn’t show, unaware that i’m being followed. Grabbed in a crushing bear-hug in the darkness of the parking lot and wrestled to the ground, gravel pressing into my face as i’m cuffed, gagged, and blindfolded. Carried much too easily by a Man of startling strength and thrown into the back of a truck. Carried over His broad muscular shoulder, i was brought into the house and deposited on the floor. After making Himself a drink He undressed me calmly and with careful precision, cutting off the clothing He couldn’t easily remove because of the cuffs. i could smell His cigar smoke and hear His deep slow breath as He worked above me. His rough hands caressing my smooth body sent tremors through me as i lay in darkness, my heart pounding. All efforts of communication had been stifled by the ball gag tied tightly around my head. But i tried to scream in protest nevertheless as He started to shave me - my hole, my crotch, my entire body except my head. And then my entire body was lubricated with oil, greased up like an animal being ceremonially cleansed for slaughter. His fingers dug invasively into my hole, stretching it painfully. And then His hand grabbed my erect penis and began stroking it, as though to make the point that in His hand He held the truth: i am a sub, no matter how much i may struggle against it or try to deny it. Something came over me and i relaxed as He bound me in thick coarse rope that was so tightly gathered that it threatened to cut into my skin. Tilting my head back i can get a glimpse of Him though the bottom of the blindfold. He’s standing over me inspecting His work. His boot on my torso is unnecessary; i am completely immobile. He catches my widened eye straining for a view and smirks. And then He speaks for the first time that night. “I don’t think you want to see this, baby,” He says in a mock tone of parental concern as He pulls His hardened cock from the confines of His tight jeans. The thick, bulbous head is swollen and angry and drips a thick strand of precum onto my stomach. “We’ve got all night … all weekend for that, boy. Now let’s fix that blindfold, shall we, before I get started …” -- source link