The Survey

by Sutton

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© Copyright 2009 - Sutton - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; nude; F/m; bond; hum; blackmail; cons/reluct; X

“I’m sorry but I’m not interested in participating in your program any more. I’ve told you this several times and would like you to stop contacting me. Goodbye.”

My wife hung up the phone and turned to me. “I can’t believe those people. I’ve told them four times in the past year that I don’t want to do their survey and they still keep trying”. She’d signed up to take part in a five year study about lifestyle changes in high school graduates. It was supposed to follow the participants through college and into their first job. Instead it had continued for over ten years and didn’t seem like it was going to end. She was contacted twice a year to schedule a visit for a two hour session in which they asked the same series of questions about family, career, hobbies and other more personal things.

Truth be told, even though they paid fifty dollars a visit, it was too time consuming and monotonous. We’d discussed it several times and decided that she should quit the program. However, the survey company didn’t want to give up. “I’ll tell you what to do,” I said half jokingly, “make the appointment for a weekend so I’ll be home. Then, when the woman arrives, I’ll answer the door and send her packing.”

“How do you intend to do that?’

“I’ll strip when we see her coming and I’ll answer the door nude. I’m sure that will shock her and make her leave. She’ll probably put you on a no call list as soon as she can and that will end things.”

“Well she’ll probably call again in a few days and, if that’s what you want to do, I’ll make an appointment. I’m just not sure I want some strange woman seeing you naked.”

“It will work, I’m sure of it. As for her seeing me, I don’t care about that and what harm can a little looking do anyway?”

“Okay, I’ll set it up if she calls back. I guess her seeing you naked won’t do any harm.”

That ended our discussion on the subject and I forgot about it. A couple of weeks later, my wife got a call on Friday night asking her to cover for another nurse at the hospital on Saturday: she agreed to go in.. After finishing the call, my wife said “Oh shit! The woman from the survey company is coming tomorrow and I won’t be here.”

I told her I would handle it and that maybe the woman would get pissed off because she came for nothing and leave her alone. Sue asked if I was still going to answer the door naked, as I said I would. I told her that I might, if it was okay with her and the woman was alone. She said it didn’t matter to her and that she trusted me.

I woke up at 8:30 Saturday morning and decided to lounge around in a pair of sorts to watch some television. It was a nice warm day so I had the windows open and the air conditioner off. Around 10:00, I heard a car pull into the drive and looked out to see a tan Lexus bearing the logo of the survey company. Unsure of what to do, I waited at the window until the lone occupant got out. I was surprised to see a tall blonde woman around thirty-five step out of the driver’s door. She was wearing a smart business suit and carrying a briefcase. I quickly stripped off my shorts and threw them behind the couch as I listened to her approaching the door.

The doorbell rang and I nervously opened the door. I stood slightly behind it so she didn’t see everything but could easily tell I was naked.

“Mr. James? I’m Ms Simms. I’m here to interview your wife.” She didn’t seem to take notice of my nudity at first. “Oh my, are you naked?”

“Yes, I am and I’m sorry, she isn’t home. She was called in to work, unexpectedly. Can I help you?”

“Well, maybe you could answer a few questions that will help. It will only take a little of your time, if it’s convenient.”

“I can’t stand here talking to you like this; I have neighbors that might see.” At that she just took charge and pushed past me into the house.

“I understand, Mr. James. I’ll just come inside and we’ll continue.”

I stood there in disbelief. This wasn’t working out as I’d expected it to. Instead of leaving, she had taken control of the situation. “I must say, Mr. James, I’ve interviewed people in all states of dress but this is the first time I’ve done it with anyone who’s totally nude. Would it be too much to ask for something to drink?”

“Give me a few moments to put something on and I’ll get us some coffee.”

“Nonsense, don’t be silly, this is your home and you should be comfortable. Besides, I’ve already seen you so why bother with clothes. I actually find this rather refreshing and, a bit exciting. I take a little cream in my coffee.” Stunned by her directness, I went to the kitchen and poured her a cup. When I returned, she began with some unusual questions.

“To start off, do you always spend your time nude at home? Are you in the habit of answering your in the nude?”

“No, I’m usually dressed and I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Then why are you naked now?”

“I don’t know, maybe I just wanted to experience something new and different.”

“I see. Could it be that you wanted to take advantage of the fact that your wife isn’t home and you wanted to try to entice an unsuspecting woman into your home for sex?”

“No, not at all. I wanted no such thing. I was simply trying something new when you showed up. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“But you did know that your wife had an appointment with me this morning, didn’t you?”

“Well… yes I did, but…”

“Then this was deliberate? You planned this.”

“Okay, I planned this but only to get you to stop bothering my wife. I thought that if I answered the door naked you’d leave and never want to come back.” I heard a click as she turned off the tape recorder she’d kept hidden from my view.

“I think that will do, for the moment. I’m sure the police will have enough evidence on this tape to arrest you, if you refuse to cooperate.” She picked up her cup and smugly sipped her coffee.

“What do you mean? I did nothing wrong.”

“By your own words on the tape, you planned to answer the door naked. You said you usually are dressed but not today, knowing I was coming. I think the police would be very interested in your motives. Now, since I can’t interview your wife, I think I deserve some compensation for my trouble.”

“What do you want? I’m certainly not paying you for coming here and embarrassing me.”
“I don’t want money, I simply want to enjoy some time with you. I have some ideas that will be fun for me, and you, if you do exactly as I say. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and let them listen to this tape. You don’t want that, do you? Now, let’s get started. Do you have any rope about the house? A few yards will do nicely?”

I knew she had me. Reluctantly, I went to the basement and brought back a coil of rope we used when camping. “Very good. Some nice soft rope. That’s just the thing. Put it on the floor and kneel in front of me.” When I knelt down she slipped off her heels and said, “Let’s see how good you are at giving a foot massage.”

I began rubbing her feet, hoping she would just stop after that. I knew she had something else in mind but was still hoping it was only this humiliation that she was after.” You have a very nice touch, Mr. James. But, I want you to kiss them, too, and maybe suck my toes a bit. I’d really like to feel your lips on my feet.” I did as she asked; hoping this turn of events would soon end.

“This is wonderful but we must move along,” she said, after a few minutes. “I want to bind you properly for the next part. Stand up and place your hands behind your back.”

I complied and she tied my wrists together then she knelt in front of me and tied my legs at the knees and ankles. Next, she helped me lie down on the floor and connected my knees to my ankles, firmly hog tying me. I struggled with the ropes but she’d placed all the knots out of my reach.

“I hope you’re not too uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, but please let me loose. I apologize for what I’ve done and promise never to do it again. This is embarrassing.”

“Of course it is, you wanted to embarrass me but now the shoe is on the other foot. I intend to keep you tied up as long as possible and I will enjoy your discomfort the whole time. And don’t worry; we’ll be finished before your wife comes home.”

Ironically, the phone rang at that moment. Ms Simms let the machine pick up the call. It was my wife calling to say she’d been asked to work a double shift and to apologize for not being able to come home until after 11:00 that night. A sly smile crossed Ms Simms face.

“This is my lucky day. First you answer the door in the nude and now I find out that I have almost twelve hours to enjoy myself. Let’s get you into a different position; something a bit more comfortable.”

She placed a dining room chair in the middle of the floor, facing the front door then released the hog tie. My ankles and knees were untied and she helped me up to sit on the chair. Several loops of rope secured my upper body to the back of the chair. She next tied ropes to my ankles and pulled my feet toward the back legs of the chair, until they were dangling a few inches off the floor. More rope secured my thighs to the seat of the chair. It was impossible for me to move an inch.

Ms Simms left the room and I heard her going through drawers in the bedroom. She returned with some of my wife’s scarves in her hand. One scarf got neatly folded and rolled into a ball which she stuffed into my mouth. It was secured with a second scarf. The third scarf was used to blindfold me. I sat helplessly bound to the chair and now silent and sightless.

“I have to leave you for a while but I’m certain you’ll be here when I get back. I’m leaving the front door open so you’ll be less inclined to try to escape. Any noise you make may bring your neighbors to find you like this and I’m sure you don’t want that. I need to cancel another appointment and pick up a few things but I will be back very soon. I expect to find you just as you are when I get back.”

I listened to her drive away, wondering what I had gotten myself into. What was supposed to be a quick flash to run her off had turned into something I’d never imagined. My wife and I experimented with light bondage a couple of times but it was nothing like this. Even though I was naked, helplessly bound and gagged I was getting turned on. In spite of my situation, my cock was growing harder by the minute. All I could do was wait for Ms Simms to return. Hopefully she would.



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