dallen108
01-05-2010, 4:27 PM
This is a short story I wrote for a friend. If you feel the need to copy this to other websites, please give me credit as the author. Thanks.
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It all happened so fast. I met MJ on an internet site and we hit it off right away. One thing led to another, and before I knew it we were chatting almost every night. Even though she lived on the other side of town, as far as I was concerned, it may have been on the other side of the ocean since I never planned on meeting her. She always teased that she was wearing her stockings multiple days to prepare for the day we met. I just never thought that day would happen. Little did I know, she had other thoughts in mind.
After several weeks of chatting I started to let my guard down and tell her things that I probably should not have... things that were starting to give her an idea of my true identity. I had casually mentioned that I'd be heading over to the mall this afternoon to pick up something from one of the stores. It was easy for her to put 2 and 2 together. With my picture in hand, and a parking lot directly in front of the store, all it took was a little patience to wait... and finally see me with her own eyes for the first time as I entered the store. Of course I had no idea I was being stalked like the prey I was about to become.
I was focused on my packages as I walked out of the store and across the parking lot. I didn't even notice the Tahoe slowly approaching from behind and pulling into the parking space next to me. As I unlocked my car and bent down to put the packages in, a hand grabbed me on the shoulder. As I spun around, I lost my balance as I was pushed into the open door at the back of the tahoe. I started to fight back, but the spike heel in the back of my leg shot a pain through me that stunned me just long enough for my arms to be pulled behind my back.
Laying on the floor of the tahoe, my hands were quickly and expertly wrapped tightly in rope. I was in shock trying to figure out what was happening. "After all those nights chatting, I finally found you slave.
And we're gonna play whether you want to or not. I'm tired of pretending. I want this for real". It was Mistress MJ's voice. It was all coming back to me... she was going to force me to actually live this out. My legs were bent as my ankles were wrapped in rope. Mistress MJ climbed into the back of the tahoe with me and shut the door. No one outside the car could see what was happening. I started to protest, but my mouth was quickly stuffed with a nasty pair of well worn stockings that were then taped in place.
Mmmmppphhhh... I screamed into the gag as I was rolled over onto my back and looked up at MJ for the first time with my own eyes. She looked down at me, her eye's filled with dominance and excitement. "There are so many things I have planned for you slave. We only have an hour or so, but I need to get us somewhere a little more private. Don't go anywhere ok?" she giggled as she teased me with her words. She took my keys and climbed into the front seat. I heard my car lock and the familiar sound of the alarm setting as she pressed the button on my key. Then she started her car and began to drive. I couldn't tell where she was going from my position hogtied on the floor of the back seat. The drive lasted 10 minutes or so. She put the car in park, left it running, then moved into the back seat.
She was dressed professionally in a white blouse, short skirt, black hose, and 4 inch heels. I wondered how long she'd worn those hose. I didn't have to wonder long as she confirmed that these were indeed the hose she told me about in our chat the previous night... and this was the 3rd full day she'd been in them. As she dangled her heel from the toes of her foot, the smell began to fill the back of the car and I knew she was telling the truth. "I hope this is what you really wanted slave, because you're getting it now whether you wanted it or not... and there is nothing you can do about it".
Her heel dropped as she lowered her stocking foot to my face. "Breathe deeply slave... NOW"! I had no choice as the ropes held me still. This was no longer a fantasy, it was real. I screamed for mercy into the gag and struggled frantically against the bonds. MJ let out a little giggle as she pressed her toes over my nose. I tried to hold my breath, but was forced to inhale the stench. It was utterly humiliating. I wanted out and I wanted out fast, but she showed no mercy. As I suffered the humiliation at her feet, my cock grew fully erect in my pants.
"ahhh... it seems you do like this?" she said. "Or at least your cock does". I heard her other heel drop and felt her warm moist foot press into my crotch as she giggled at my helplessness. I moaned a protest into the gag but she only heard a muffled whimper. She looked down at me "you know, I think that since you are aroused, you enjoy this torment just a little too much. I want you to really suffer. I think if you lose that erection, you may get the torment I really want to put you through". She reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
She opened her bag and removed a ziplock bag. It contained the socks she had worn to the gym the previous day. She unrolled a sock and pulled it over my cock before replacing her hosed foot on my cock. "Now slave... I want you to lie there and smell my feet as I milk your cock and forcibly take your arousal from you". She began to press her foot in and out over my hard cock as she held her other stocking toes directly over my nose. I screamed into the gag and struggled, but was helpless to stop any of this.
It didn't take long for me to reach the edge of orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She giggled and looked down at me. "Ohhh... I almost forgot. We have a few rules I forgot to tell you about. You may be wondering why that sock is on your cock. Well... if you cum, then that sock is going to become your new gag. You will have to suck the sweat and your cum from it while smelling my feet. If you don't cum, then at the end of the hour, I will untie you and set you free". I made up my mind there was no way I was going to cum. I would fight with all my strength. She seemed to read my mind. She looked deep into my eyes and in an erotic voice said "I promise... you will be begging me to make you cum slave".
She immediately started pumping my cock with her foot again as she pressed her toes over my nose. As I approached orgasm again, she stopped. She did this over and over and over for what seemed like hours. Each time she stopped, she'd look down at the frustration building in my eyes and ask me if I wanted to cum. Each time I shook my head no, but it was obvious my arousal was getting the best of me and I was slowly losing my will as the desire to achieve orgasm grew. Her foot started pumping again. Then she stopped. How much more of this could I take?
The next time she stopped and repeated the question I broke. I was shivering in my bondage, a complete mess of lust. I begged her into the gag not to stop. Mmmmmmmmppphfff.... mmmphhfffff.... mmmmmmmmmmmm. "Do you want me to continue slave"? I shook my head yes, begging. "You know what's going to happen. Is that what you want"? Again I shook my head yes. I didn't care. I needed to have an orgasm. That was the only thing on my mind. "Well if that's what you want, then I suppose I can give you that". She pressed her foot hard into my crotch and began to pump. "Remember, keep smelling my foot... that's it... deep breaths". This time as I approached the edge of orgasm, MJ sped up. Her foot pressed and rubbed franticall on my cock. My whole body tensed against the ropes as I exploded under her foot. She didn't stop. She continued to milk my sensitive cock for another few minutes, ensuring I was completely drained.
As she took a break and looked down at me she whispered "you know the rules. It's time for you to pay up". She slowly pulled the sock from shriveled cock and set it next to my head. She removed the tape and pulled her stockings from my mouth. I begged her "please don't do this to me. Let me go. Please". Before I could continue she stuffed the cum soaked sweat sock into my mouth and secured it so I couldn't spit it out. "I'd love to let you go slave, but a deal is a deal. This is what you begged me for. I'm just giving you what you wanted."
She pressed her hosed feet back over my face. With my arousal taken from me, the smell had totally changed. Her feet were rancid and I struggled frantically against the ropes as she laughed. "Don't like them so much now do you? Tough. This is what you wanted and you're gonna smell them till I'm tired of making you". I don't know how much time passed, but I was humiliated and broken. She finally removed her feet and pulled off her stockings. She put her heels back on her bare feet and tied the stockings around my face so I would have to continue to smell. "This will give you something to do while I take you back to your car. Smell them really good for me and I may let you go". She climed into the front seat and began to drive. Another 10 to 15 minutes passed until the car finally stopped.
She got out and went around to the back of the car. The door opened and she began to untie my feet, leaving the gag in and the stockings around my face. "You were such a good boy today, footslave. I am very happy with your initial training. You have pleased me. As a reward, I am going to allow you to keep the stockings and the gag. Be sure and get them really clean for me" she giggled. Finally she untied my hands. I had been in that position so long, it was hard to move. She handed me my keys as she pulled me from her car. She kissed me on the cheek, got in her car and took off. I was standing alone in the parking lot, a gag still tied in my mouth and dirty stockings tied over my nose. I reached up and ripped them out as fast as I could before anyone saw. My car was in the space next to me. As I unlocked the car door and fell inside, I started to grow hard again at the thought of what just happened. I had lived out my first kidnapping
fantasy. I wondered how long it would be before Mistress MJ struck again........
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It all happened so fast. I met MJ on an internet site and we hit it off right away. One thing led to another, and before I knew it we were chatting almost every night. Even though she lived on the other side of town, as far as I was concerned, it may have been on the other side of the ocean since I never planned on meeting her. She always teased that she was wearing her stockings multiple days to prepare for the day we met. I just never thought that day would happen. Little did I know, she had other thoughts in mind.
After several weeks of chatting I started to let my guard down and tell her things that I probably should not have... things that were starting to give her an idea of my true identity. I had casually mentioned that I'd be heading over to the mall this afternoon to pick up something from one of the stores. It was easy for her to put 2 and 2 together. With my picture in hand, and a parking lot directly in front of the store, all it took was a little patience to wait... and finally see me with her own eyes for the first time as I entered the store. Of course I had no idea I was being stalked like the prey I was about to become.
I was focused on my packages as I walked out of the store and across the parking lot. I didn't even notice the Tahoe slowly approaching from behind and pulling into the parking space next to me. As I unlocked my car and bent down to put the packages in, a hand grabbed me on the shoulder. As I spun around, I lost my balance as I was pushed into the open door at the back of the tahoe. I started to fight back, but the spike heel in the back of my leg shot a pain through me that stunned me just long enough for my arms to be pulled behind my back.
Laying on the floor of the tahoe, my hands were quickly and expertly wrapped tightly in rope. I was in shock trying to figure out what was happening. "After all those nights chatting, I finally found you slave.
And we're gonna play whether you want to or not. I'm tired of pretending. I want this for real". It was Mistress MJ's voice. It was all coming back to me... she was going to force me to actually live this out. My legs were bent as my ankles were wrapped in rope. Mistress MJ climbed into the back of the tahoe with me and shut the door. No one outside the car could see what was happening. I started to protest, but my mouth was quickly stuffed with a nasty pair of well worn stockings that were then taped in place.
Mmmmppphhhh... I screamed into the gag as I was rolled over onto my back and looked up at MJ for the first time with my own eyes. She looked down at me, her eye's filled with dominance and excitement. "There are so many things I have planned for you slave. We only have an hour or so, but I need to get us somewhere a little more private. Don't go anywhere ok?" she giggled as she teased me with her words. She took my keys and climbed into the front seat. I heard my car lock and the familiar sound of the alarm setting as she pressed the button on my key. Then she started her car and began to drive. I couldn't tell where she was going from my position hogtied on the floor of the back seat. The drive lasted 10 minutes or so. She put the car in park, left it running, then moved into the back seat.
She was dressed professionally in a white blouse, short skirt, black hose, and 4 inch heels. I wondered how long she'd worn those hose. I didn't have to wonder long as she confirmed that these were indeed the hose she told me about in our chat the previous night... and this was the 3rd full day she'd been in them. As she dangled her heel from the toes of her foot, the smell began to fill the back of the car and I knew she was telling the truth. "I hope this is what you really wanted slave, because you're getting it now whether you wanted it or not... and there is nothing you can do about it".
Her heel dropped as she lowered her stocking foot to my face. "Breathe deeply slave... NOW"! I had no choice as the ropes held me still. This was no longer a fantasy, it was real. I screamed for mercy into the gag and struggled frantically against the bonds. MJ let out a little giggle as she pressed her toes over my nose. I tried to hold my breath, but was forced to inhale the stench. It was utterly humiliating. I wanted out and I wanted out fast, but she showed no mercy. As I suffered the humiliation at her feet, my cock grew fully erect in my pants.
"ahhh... it seems you do like this?" she said. "Or at least your cock does". I heard her other heel drop and felt her warm moist foot press into my crotch as she giggled at my helplessness. I moaned a protest into the gag but she only heard a muffled whimper. She looked down at me "you know, I think that since you are aroused, you enjoy this torment just a little too much. I want you to really suffer. I think if you lose that erection, you may get the torment I really want to put you through". She reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
She opened her bag and removed a ziplock bag. It contained the socks she had worn to the gym the previous day. She unrolled a sock and pulled it over my cock before replacing her hosed foot on my cock. "Now slave... I want you to lie there and smell my feet as I milk your cock and forcibly take your arousal from you". She began to press her foot in and out over my hard cock as she held her other stocking toes directly over my nose. I screamed into the gag and struggled, but was helpless to stop any of this.
It didn't take long for me to reach the edge of orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She giggled and looked down at me. "Ohhh... I almost forgot. We have a few rules I forgot to tell you about. You may be wondering why that sock is on your cock. Well... if you cum, then that sock is going to become your new gag. You will have to suck the sweat and your cum from it while smelling my feet. If you don't cum, then at the end of the hour, I will untie you and set you free". I made up my mind there was no way I was going to cum. I would fight with all my strength. She seemed to read my mind. She looked deep into my eyes and in an erotic voice said "I promise... you will be begging me to make you cum slave".
She immediately started pumping my cock with her foot again as she pressed her toes over my nose. As I approached orgasm again, she stopped. She did this over and over and over for what seemed like hours. Each time she stopped, she'd look down at the frustration building in my eyes and ask me if I wanted to cum. Each time I shook my head no, but it was obvious my arousal was getting the best of me and I was slowly losing my will as the desire to achieve orgasm grew. Her foot started pumping again. Then she stopped. How much more of this could I take?
The next time she stopped and repeated the question I broke. I was shivering in my bondage, a complete mess of lust. I begged her into the gag not to stop. Mmmmmmmmppphfff.... mmmphhfffff.... mmmmmmmmmmmm. "Do you want me to continue slave"? I shook my head yes, begging. "You know what's going to happen. Is that what you want"? Again I shook my head yes. I didn't care. I needed to have an orgasm. That was the only thing on my mind. "Well if that's what you want, then I suppose I can give you that". She pressed her foot hard into my crotch and began to pump. "Remember, keep smelling my foot... that's it... deep breaths". This time as I approached the edge of orgasm, MJ sped up. Her foot pressed and rubbed franticall on my cock. My whole body tensed against the ropes as I exploded under her foot. She didn't stop. She continued to milk my sensitive cock for another few minutes, ensuring I was completely drained.
As she took a break and looked down at me she whispered "you know the rules. It's time for you to pay up". She slowly pulled the sock from shriveled cock and set it next to my head. She removed the tape and pulled her stockings from my mouth. I begged her "please don't do this to me. Let me go. Please". Before I could continue she stuffed the cum soaked sweat sock into my mouth and secured it so I couldn't spit it out. "I'd love to let you go slave, but a deal is a deal. This is what you begged me for. I'm just giving you what you wanted."
She pressed her hosed feet back over my face. With my arousal taken from me, the smell had totally changed. Her feet were rancid and I struggled frantically against the ropes as she laughed. "Don't like them so much now do you? Tough. This is what you wanted and you're gonna smell them till I'm tired of making you". I don't know how much time passed, but I was humiliated and broken. She finally removed her feet and pulled off her stockings. She put her heels back on her bare feet and tied the stockings around my face so I would have to continue to smell. "This will give you something to do while I take you back to your car. Smell them really good for me and I may let you go". She climed into the front seat and began to drive. Another 10 to 15 minutes passed until the car finally stopped.
She got out and went around to the back of the car. The door opened and she began to untie my feet, leaving the gag in and the stockings around my face. "You were such a good boy today, footslave. I am very happy with your initial training. You have pleased me. As a reward, I am going to allow you to keep the stockings and the gag. Be sure and get them really clean for me" she giggled. Finally she untied my hands. I had been in that position so long, it was hard to move. She handed me my keys as she pulled me from her car. She kissed me on the cheek, got in her car and took off. I was standing alone in the parking lot, a gag still tied in my mouth and dirty stockings tied over my nose. I reached up and ripped them out as fast as I could before anyone saw. My car was in the space next to me. As I unlocked the car door and fell inside, I started to grow hard again at the thought of what just happened. I had lived out my first kidnapping
fantasy. I wondered how long it would be before Mistress MJ struck again........