Cindy, Lovedoll

by Gromet

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Storycodes: Sbf; M/f; fpov; bond; caught; latex; catsuit; toys; buttplug; gag; anal; cuffs; rope; bagged; kidnap; trick; objectify; transported; cons; reluct; XX

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Author's note (4-10-23): Updated in 2023, 20 Years after the story was originally posted.

Chapter Four: Stranger in the Night

All the rooms were dark as they moved through the hallway towards my bedroom, their footsteps making little noise as they continued to approach the very room where I lay bound and enclosed in my self-involvement, too engrossed to hear any noise other than the small groans behind my gag that I was making as the pleasure within me intensified.

The door crept open slowly, but my head was turned the other way, even so, my eyes were tightly closed and I wouldn’t have seen the opening of the door. They came into the room and were greeted by the sight of a black-clad figure of a woman tightly tied and thoroughly enjoying herself, moving around on her bed, her hips gyrating and her bottom moving deliciously within the latex, a lovely sight to see, intoxicating and inviting.

They watched as the black-clad bound creature moved more intently and came to a dramatic climax, the earth seeming to move for the woman, slight noises coming from behind her gag which muffled her groans as the orgasm overtook her with its intensity. Her body seemed to shiver and shake, her muscles convulsing as the waves of pleasure ran through her being reaching a peak before finally collapsing back to the bed that she was lying on, no longer moving, she seemed to be spent of any energy now.


Coming back down to earth I had just experienced one of the best orgasms of my entire life, the combination of the latex and the bindings pushing me over the abyss. As I lay there recovering after reaching a peak I hadn’t thought possible until now, and with the final waves of pleasure running through me, I was suddenly overtaken by the feeling of another presence, that feeling you get that someone is there watching you.

I quickly turned my head to see if my feelings were right and there stood before me in the semi-darkness was a figure staring at me laying here, maybe they were still trying to take what vision lay before them. The whole world seemed to stop at that moment, when it suddenly hit me that I was tied up by my own hand with no means of escape, with someone standing beside me who could do anything they wanted to me at that moment. A feeling of dread and fear, my body which had just provided me with great joy, now switched to shock and fright at being caught like this, all feelings of sexual enjoyment replaced in an instant by distress.

I was quickly held down to the bed as the intruder made his move; his hands moved onto my latex covered body, and with their strong grasp, they held me down. This was quickly followed by his body landing on the bed, one of his hands roaming over the latex and my body, feeling its way around. He checked on my bonds and satisfied himself that I was secure and wouldn’t be able to resist whatever advances he desired to make of me.

Trying to scream, but only a muffled sound came out past the gag, its length in my mouth ensured my silence as the solid fake rubber penis pressed down my tongue, and filled my mouth. Betrayed by my own hands, the bondage that I had so rigidly applied was very effective at taking away any ability that I had to resist this assault on my being, the gag stopping any form of communication from me, or to cry out and stop what they were doing to me.

Up until now, I had enjoyed the feeling of having three solid intruders within me, and my pre-orgasmic dream was being used by three people at once, taking me for their own desires. But this had come at a cost it now seemed, for I was unable to call out, the gag was very effective in stopping any sounds coming from my mouth. The cuffs now locked on my limbs had betrayed me, I was now available to whoever this person was, I was theirs for the taking.

He moved his body around on the bed, his hands moving over me, still feeling his way around when he found the zipper to the rear of the suit. A feeling of trepidation overcame me, my body paralysed, as I heard the slow sound of the zip being opened, but my fears were turning to one of expectation, what was I thinking. How could I enjoy being used like this by this total stranger, my body began to betray me as I felt yet more moisture build up between my legs.

As the suit opened and gave way, the hand moved inside the latex and found my anal lover still firmly in place. I could feel the fingers move around the edge, tracing the outline of the butt plug. I found myself torn between wanting the stranger to rip it out of me and use me, but also liking the safe feeling I had that it was in place, and nothing could remove it, or so I thought.

But it took mere seconds for the plug to be withdrawn, the strong hands pulling overcame my weakened defences, leaving me with an empty feeling as it left my warm body, but quickly turning to fear of what would happen next. I felt his body move on the bed, and he climbed onto me, pressing me into the bed, his weight holding down against the mattress.

Then I felt his hard member push up against me, my already wet hole was about to have the real thing pushed deeply with it, not mere plastic this time but real flesh. I prepared myself for the inevitable as his penis parted the recently vacated hole and entered me. Pushing himself deeply within me and bringing more of his body weight onto me, I was going to be used by him for his pleasure, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

Laying there on the bed as he pushed himself within me, his original slow movements giving way to more rapid thrusts as he began to enjoy using this tightly bound package of female anatomy, I began to feel my pussy start to grip tightly on the vibrator still enclosed within its wet folds and still working away driving me ever onwards. Was I starting to enjoy this?

As he continued with his assault on my bound body, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to well up within me. The feelings in my rear became more intense as his member began to expand as he got closer to his own orgasm, this in turn turned me on more, bringing me closer to climax. Just then he came within me and continued pumping into me as his orgasm continued, I then felt myself being overcome with my own tumultuous climax as my body shook in response, my anal muscles closing and clamping down on the intruder as the waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I lay there with him still on top of me, his penis still held deep within me, my muscles still clasping involuntarily as my orgasm subsided. He held still until I finished and then rolled himself off of me. I began to come back to my senses and again realised my predicament, alone, tightly tied with no escape; I was at his mercy. It was then that he moved, he quickly got off the bed and began to wrap the sheet around my body until I was enclosed within a cocoon of the satin sheet.

I could now no longer see and what limited movement I had was now gone. I was tightly enclosed within the grip of the sheet, as he continued to roll me over and over until he could not get the sheet any tighter around my body. I then felt him tie something around my ankles, waist and shoulders, tying me within the sheet. All I could do was lay there and await the outcome, but now safely cocooned in the satin, my body currently no longer available to his wanton desires.

He moved around my apartment, going through each room. I hoped that he was a burglar and would take whatever he wanted and leave me. But this was not to be. I heard him come back into my bedroom and then go through my cupboard; he moved things around until he found whatever it was that he was looking for. What happened next is beyond what my fantasies to date had ever hoped for.

Trussed Turkey

I was moved off of the bed and onto the floor, the sheet was untied, and I was unrolled from its tight confines, revealing the tight latex bound captive again. I was then rolled over by his strong hands until I was face down on the floor, still tied with the leather cuffs while he checked my bound limbs were still tied. Next, he rolled me over on my back and grabbed my ankles, bringing my knees up to my chest. He ran rope around the back of my thighs and around my back, holding them in place.

My legs were held tightly against my chest as he tied me into this position. I feared that I would have trouble breathing with his weight bearing down on me, and the tight corset around my waist, but as he finished tying me, he moved off and it was easier for me to breathe. My feet then felt something wrapping around them as he began tying them tightly down against the back of my legs. I was then rolled over again onto my knees, I was tightly tied in a frog-like position, with my arms still held behind me by the leather cuffs. I felt like a Christmas turkey just waiting to be stuffed, but then he’d already done that to me.

He moved around me and placed something beside me, I couldn’t quite make out what it was in the darkness. He then picked up my bound body and carried me over towards whatever it was on the floor, and as he placed me in it I realised that it was a large gym bag that I had in the cupboard. I tried to struggle but to no avail, as he pulled the sides of the bag over my body and quickly began to pull the zipper closed. My fear was that I was now being kidnapped and would never see my family and friends again. I cursed myself for being so stupid as to tie myself up and make such an easy target.

As the bag closed around me, sealing me within its black interior, whatever light was available was now gone. I was just a package now, people would just see a bag, not the person within. He could take me wherever he wanted, and there wasn’t a thing I could do. I felt him pick up the handles of the bag and carry me to whatever fate now had in store for me. He moved me out towards my front door and placed me down, I couldn’t move, I was his to do with as he wished.

But again my body started to betray me as I began to feel the deep stirrings within my loins of pleasurable sensations; my breasts felt tender, my sex was far wetter than before, the vibrator still gently throbbing away inside of me sending my arousal higher. My mouth seemed to be sucking on the penis gag more, maybe to swallow the excess saliva that I seemed to be producing, or was this actually turning me on. Why at a time like this would my body want to behave the way it was, maybe I wanted this; after all, I did enjoy being my boyfriend's love doll and bound into the box.

The box that I would likely never see again, I was to be somebody’s real love toy, I would have to submit to their whims, and there didn’t seem much hope at the moment that I could do anything about it. I was brought out of my thoughts by the bag that enclosed my still latex and tightly bound body, being picked up. The gag still silenced me, and the magic wand was still moving within me, only the anal intruder was missing from my self-bondage session.

The bag closed tighter around me each time that he picked it up and moved me somewhere else inside the apartment, then they would place the bag down and then unzipped it before dumping what must have been some of my things inside with me, the objects covering my bound body and hiding me from view. These combined with the gag silenced whatever noise I could make.

Taken

Finally, I felt myself being carried out of my apartment. At this point, all hope left me, but my body strangely became more aroused. His footsteps were close to my ear as he walked down the hall towards the elevator. The familiar ‘ding’ as the lift arrived, was a sound that I thought I may never hear again. He moved into the lift and placed the bag on the floor, the doors closed, and I was off to wherever he was taking me. The lift doors opened, and I thought I heard more people get into the lift, I tried to make some noise, but it didn’t seem to bother them that a woman would be tightly enclosed within a bag.

The next sound I heard was the outside street noise as he moved out of the building. He walked swiftly to the roadside and hailed a cab, I was then dumped in the trunk as a piece of luggage. The sound outside drowned out the instructions he gave to the cab driver. The cab moved off, and I began to feel every bump and pothole in the road. I can tell you travelling in the boot is not a comfortable way to travel, especially bound tightly within the confines of a bag that barely contains my female latex-clad body.

We had travelled some distance when the cab stopped, and I heard the boot lid opening, this was my last chance at freedom, I had to let the cabbie know that I was there. But alas it wasn’t the driver that collected my bag from the boot, he’d paid the driver, and then the boot was opened by remote from the driver. Curse modern technology. Now I knew that I was his. He moved into a building and again we went into a lift, so I guessed it was an apartment we had entered, this gave me some hope that I could contact someone. The bag again rested on the floor of the lift. And again more people entered the lift as we rose up the building. I tried to make contact by moving in the bag, but a gentle nudge with his foot told me to stop whatever I was doing.

The lift stopped, and we arrived at his floor, I was picked up and carried the short distance to his apartment. He opened the door, and my fate was finally sealed, from now on I was his to do whatever he pleased with me. He placed the bag down and must have removed his coat because I was left near the door, he walked away leaving me, well after all I was just a package now, something that he could take his time to deal with.

Listening to try to gain some clue as to where I was being held, I heard through the bag as he moved around the apartment, but he never spoke so I guessed that he lived alone, but now he had something to play with contained inside the bag. Then the final sound of a door closed and then nothing, was he going to leave me this way, didn’t he want to use me, why did I feel rejected at this point. But I now had other more pressing concerns, as my legs were starting to hurt from being tied the way I was, and the gag was beginning to push towards the back of my throat and I worried that my ability to breathe would be restricted.

I’m not sure how long he left me there on the floor in the bag, I must have drifted off to sleep, my dreams during my slumber were of me being bound and abused whilst kept as a latex slave by my captor. The sound of the zip opening woke me from my dreams, cooler air flooded into the bag, I must have been very musky by now. All that sex and no shower, plus the latex was causing me to sweat. He pulled me from the bag, I could see that it was now daylight outside, my eyes were at first blinded by the sudden exposure to the light, I had spent what remained of the night within the bag. Then a sudden realisation hit me, I knew this apartment, I had been here before…

Latex Slave

I had spent the rest of the night enclosed within the dark interior of the bag, my movements limited to slight wriggles, this must have looked funny from the outside, luggage that moves. When he opened the bag, at first, my eyes were blinded by the sudden daylight. As they adjusted, I began to realise that I knew this apartment, I had been here before, and my kidnapper was someone I knew. Then I saw his face as he smiled down at me, it was my boyfriend, the same one that tied me down in a box dressed as a latex love doll. Huge waves of relief overcame me, I was safe, or at least I thought I was.

He picked me up and carried me, still a tightly bound package, into the spare bedroom, then he placed me down on the bed and began untying me from the compact position that I was held in. My legs sighed in relief as they were finally able to lower themselves down. He rubbed his hands over my latex covered body, putting some feeling back into my limbs after being kept in restrictive bondage all night.

I was still bound as I was by my own hands, and he seemed to be in no rush to release me from my self-imposed bondage. Indeed he just rolled me over onto my stomach and climbed onto the bed next to me. He’d decided to use me again; I guess the sight of my tightly bound, latex-clad body had been too much for him. With little finesse he grabbed at the zipper at the rear of the catsuit and pulled it down, exposing my rear again to him.

Quickly he rolled over on top of me, again pressing me into the bed and drove home his now solid member into my abused rear hole, still wet from his previous spending. At least I was well lubricated, I thought as he continued pushing himself within me. He didn’t last long, maybe he didn’t want to or felt the need to, but I soon felt him cum within me. I had been used by him again, I felt delighted and content at the same time, like the cat who got the cream. I was his to do whatever he wished to. He lay on top of me for a while before eventually moving off and laying down next to me.

It took some time before he spoke, he told me that I was now his kidnap victim, a mere sex toy to be used by him at his whim, to do whatever he wished to me. I was now just his bound captive, a sex slave to be enjoyed, to be taken by him when he desired.

Well, he certainly has a way with words and knows what buttons to push in me, as when he said that a delicious tingle ran through my body. The thought that I was to be his slave sent me crashing into a long-awaited orgasm. On the scale of things, it was minor, but it was enough to sap what little strength I had left out of my body. He just smiled at me as he watched as the moment passed through me, he knew just what strings to pull to send me over the edge. I wanted to be his, whatever his terms and conditions.

Maybe looking from an outside perspective this looked stupid, with me bound in latex, toyed with and kidnapped by my boyfriend, others would have been screaming rape or help, but here I was willing myself to submit to him body and soul. I wanted to be his, I had realised this since he had first found me inside his love doll. That seemed like ages ago now but only had been a couple of weeks. I had never fallen for someone like this before.

He held me in his arms, and he spoke about finding me last night, he told me that he was completely taken aback when he walked in on me, bound and enclosed in latex. He said that he had thought about phoning me first, but had then decided to surprise me instead, but it was him that got the bigger surprise!

It was at that point that my bladder decided to remind me of its presence and break the mood. I wanted to pee urgently, it would be too late by the time he’d untied me, so I was carried to the toilet and placed down on the seat. The rear of the suit was already undone so I could let myself go. Whilst sitting there he began removing the gag, saying that I must be thirsty by now. He gave me a drink and was about to begin untying me when I stopped him, he looked at me for an answer.

“I thought you told me that I was to be your sex slave, your kidnap victim, something to be used by you and that I should be kept suitably bound as you desire,” I said to him.

He looked at me and asked what about work?

“Well, I could call in and tell them that I would be tied up for the day.” I laughed, then I continued, “Please I want to be kept tied up by you and be your kidnap victim for the rest of the day, that’s only if you don’t mind having a bound sex slave available for you to abuse at your whim.”

He left me and quickly came back with the phone, I called first followed shortly after by him. The rest of the day was ours.

“Please all I ask, is for you to use me as you want, I am yours for the day as a victim of a despicable, evil kidnapper, keep me bound and gagged, when not taking advantage of me,” I said, “but at the end of the day please return me to my apartment the same way that you took me.”

I was kept tied the rest of the day, in a variety of positions and all of my holes experienced several uses. I was left bound to the bed when not being used, and he was resting. At one stage, I was bound by my ankles to the rack in the closet, left suspended upside down and later he used my mouth for his pleasure. I really felt like a sex toy, there was no will on my part as I was kept bound, and each time he changed position, he took care not to fully untie me.

Several hours later, I was again placed in the bag, into the back of a cab and delivered to my door. He took me inside and bound me as he found me, inside my catsuit, tied hand and foot. Before he put the gag in I asked him if I could travel as his baggage again, to which he replied: “At your service ma'am!” He then placed the gag back in my mouth and rolled me over on the bed. He placed the keys on the floor and left me as he found me.

We had now found something else we had in common, he was my Master and I was his latex loving slave girl.

28.01.06

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