Stalked
I was sitting in the bar at my usual table minding my own business. I come here everyday after work for a drink and a little relaxation after work. The waitress brings me my drink and I smile my thanks. She says, “enjoy it Michael” and walks away. As I sip my beer I look around the room. For the most part it is the usual assortment of people, as well as the usual assortment of non-regulars. The soft murmur of conversation lulls me and assists me in kicking back even more. Work had been stressful and I was still trying to shake my irritation from being there. As I continued people watching, a favorite pastime of mine, I saw her. She walked into the bar alone and you couldn’t help but notice her. She had brown hair down to her waist, dark brown eyes, pale white skin, and a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick; she had a tight black top on that accentuated her ample cleavage, a tight leather skirt that came mid thigh, a pair of black lacey stockings on her legs, and a pair of shiny black boots. She sat at the bar and I must confess I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of her. She ordered a drink and I watched her sipping it, fascinated. At one point she turned and looked at me. Embarrassed to have been caught looking, I quickly looked around the room, eyes darting everywhere but on her. From the looks of the faces on some of the other men, I was not the only one enthralled. I looked at my watch and couldn’t believe it was 7pm already. Where had the time flown? I had to go home though, I had things to do. I left some money on the table and walked out the door, a bit disappointed that I had to leave.
I lived close to the bar so I usually walked to it, and today was no exception. I walked along the sidewalk still thinking about that woman at the bar. She was the type of woman fantasies are made of. I must confess that my breath started to grow heavy and I could feel tightness in my pants that wasn’t there before. When I got to my apartment building I took out my key to enter the front and opened the door. I started walking up the stairs to the door of my apartment and heard the door squeak open again. Someone had come in after me when I opened the door, but I was sure it was just one of the residents and didn’t give it a second thought. Before I could get into my apartment I felt an arm wrap around my neck and something wet being placed against my mouth. My nostrils were filled with a sicky sweet smell and as I struggled in panic the cloth was pressed harder. I felt my knees buckle under me and before I passed out I thought I saw black lacy stockings and a pair of shiny black boots.
In a haze I fluttered my eyes open and tried to focus. Where was I and how did I get there? I felt chilly and it took a second longer before I realized why. I was naked! But that wasn’t possible was it? I didn’t remember undressing. What did I remember? The bar, I went to the bar as I always do. The woman, that sexy woman at the bar. The walk home. Coming into my apartment building, someone followed me in, why oh why didn’t I look to see who it was? Coming into my door and that smell, some sort of drug. Maybe it was chloroform. It was a woman, I was sure of it. What was she going to do with me? My heart started to beat so hard I was sure it was going to pound out of my chest. Had she left? Maybe she did something to me in my sleep, I could not remember. I tried to move and found that I could not. My hands were above my head, bound there by something metal, handcuffs I think. I tried moving my legs and found them also restrained and I was spread-eagled on a bed. Had she left me here like this to die? My head was still so fuzzy, that drug was still in my system. Then I heard a sound. It went click click click. What was it? The sound got louder and I strained to listen. It was the sound of footsteps. I strained to look and could just make out a body, she was still with me. I squirmed without realizing it, and heard the soft sound of laughter. It was a sexy laugh…wait, what am I thinking? This woman drugged me and I am thinking she is sexy? I must be out of my mind! She kneeled down close to me and I, in my fogginess, could make out the faint smile of her upturned red lips. Red, just like the woman in the bar. Surely not? I heard that sexy laugh again. I heard a soft voice whisper, “Hello Michael.” That startled me to say the least. How on earth did she know my name? She began speaking soft and low in my ear. Slowly the story unfolded. She spoke of seeing me in the bar one day, and had been watching me ever since. Watching my habits, following me. She knew where I worked, and the places I normally went to. I shivered with a bit of fear. She told me how she bided her time, and made sure to go unnoticed. I wondered how on earth I had missed her before. As she spoke to me I felt her hot breath in my ear. I shivered and squirmed, but I wasn’t going anywhere with these restraints on my wrists and ankles. In vain I tried to think of a way out of this predicament, but my head was still so fuzzy from the drug. I felt something smooth and silky being draped over my eyes and tied behind my head. Now what little vision I had was gone. I heard a voice telling me to relax and breathe in deeply. Without even realizing it I found myself taking in deeper breaths. As I did I realized that I was breathing in an aroma, some sort of incense perhaps. The smell was very pleasant and in spite of myself I felt my muscles relaxing and my body loosening up. I felt two fingers on my right cheek, trailing down my neck, down my chest past my stomach, gliding quickly over my pelvis, and all the way down my legs to my toes. Fear started to leave my mind and I felt something else, I felt aroused. I was almost embarrassed but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I heard her voice again, telling me to continue breathing. She stroked my inner thighs and told me she wanted to watch my cock growing harder. Her touch, her words, I couldn’t help myself. I felt the blood rushing to my cock and making it swell. Her hands explored every inch of my skin. She tweaked my nipples, caressed my stomach, and touched my inner thighs. She began kissing me in all my most intimate spots. My breathing was rapid and I was sweating from the heat that now encompassed me. I heard her say, “yes, you will do quite nicely.” I asked her what she meant. She told me I was to be hers from this day forward. Programmed to please her, she would come and find me anytime she wanted me. I was to anticipate her everytime the phone rang, or someone was at my door, or I felt I was being followed. At any point and time she might come for me and I would have to obey. Without even thinking I found myself agreeing to this. I would be her sex toy at her beck and call. I would be trained in the ways of pleasure, and tonight’s lesson was that of obedience.
The next thing I knew her body was over mine, covering me. Her wetness was over my very hard cock. I desperately wanted to be inside of her. Oh, the aroma in the air made it so hard to think. I heard my voice pleading like a little boy for her to take me. She laughed that soft, sexy laugh and impaled herself on my hardness. Oh the bliss and the relief. She took me hard, her body pounding on mine as she whispered words in my ear. I was hardly aware of what she was saying. My mind was so cloudy. She said, “you are now my obedient sex slave.” I found myself repeating her words. She said, ‘you will do whatever I want, whenever I want.” Again I repeated after her, not caring just lost in a wave of desire and drugs fogging my mind. “You will obey,” she said and I said I would. I knew somehow, that it was true, that I would do whatever she wanted. She possessed me and I had no choice. I was also aware of another urge in me. I wanted to cum and I wanted it badly. I moaned loudly, feeling her fingers pinching my nipples. My nipples became as erect as my cock. I didn’t think I could stand it much longer. Then I heard the order; “you may not cum without permission.” I groaned loudly in frustration but I also knew her words were true. I wasn’t even sure I could breathe if she didn’t tell me I could. “Good boys ask for what they want,” she said. Her body pounded down on mine harder and harder. I was dizzy from want and the strong aroma in the air. I pleaded with her to let me cum, to have release. She laughed softly and told me to ask again. I pleaded with her. She asked, “who owns you now?” “You do,” I said realizing I didn’t even know her name and also realizing that I didn’t care. “What are you?” she asked. “I am your sex toy to do with as you please whenever you wish,” I replied. She told me I had learned my first lesson in obedience well and as a reward, she allowed me to cum. It was with utter relief and pleasure that I released my juices inside of her. I felt her doing the same and had enormous pleasure from her satisfaction. As I spasmed and twitched inside of her I felt that rag being pressed against my mouth again. I didn’t struggle this time but accepted my fate. I blacked out.
In a haze I fluttered my eyes open and tried to focus. Where was I and how did I get there? I felt chilly and it took a second longer before I realized why. I was naked! But that wasn’t possible was it? I didn’t remember undressing. What did I remember? The bar, I went to the bar as I always do. The woman, that sexy woman at the bar. The walk home. Coming into my apartment building, someone followed me in, why oh why didn’t I look to see who it was? Coming into my door and that smell, some sort of drug. Maybe it was chloroform. It was a woman, I was sure of it. What was she going to do with me? My heart started to beat so hard I was sure it was going to pound out of my chest. Had she left? Maybe she did something to me in my sleep, I could not remember. I tried to move and found that I could not. My hands were above my head, bound there by something metal, handcuffs I think. I tried moving my legs and found them also restrained and I was spread-eagled on a bed. Had she left me here like this to die? My head was still so fuzzy, that drug was still in my system. Then I heard a sound. It went click click click. What was it? The sound got louder and I strained to listen. It was the sound of footsteps. I strained to look and could just make out a body, she was still with me. I squirmed without realizing it, and heard the soft sound of laughter. It was a sexy laugh…wait, what am I thinking? This woman drugged me and I am thinking she is sexy? I must be out of my mind! She kneeled down close to me and I, in my fogginess, could make out the faint smile of her upturned red lips. Red, just like the woman in the bar. Surely not? I heard that sexy laugh again. I heard a soft voice whisper, “Hello Michael.” That startled me to say the least. How on earth did she know my name? She began speaking soft and low in my ear. Slowly the story unfolded. She spoke of seeing me in the bar one day, and had been watching me ever since. Watching my habits, following me. She knew where I worked, and the places I normally went to. I shivered with a bit of fear. She told me how she bided her time, and made sure to go unnoticed. I wondered how on earth I had missed her before. As she spoke to me I felt her hot breath in my ear. I shivered and squirmed, but I wasn’t going anywhere with these restraints on my wrists and ankles. In vain I tried to think of a way out of this predicament, but my head was still so fuzzy from the drug. I felt something smooth and silky being draped over my eyes and tied behind my head. Now what little vision I had was gone. I heard a voice telling me to relax and breathe in deeply. Without even realizing it I found myself taking in deeper breaths. As I did I realized that I was breathing in an aroma, some sort of incense perhaps. The smell was very pleasant and in spite of myself I felt my muscles relaxing and my body loosening up. I felt two fingers on my right cheek, trailing down my neck, down my chest past my stomach, gliding quickly over my pelvis, and all the way down my legs to my toes. Fear started to leave my mind and I felt something else, I felt aroused. I was almost embarrassed but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I heard her voice again, telling me to continue breathing. She stroked my inner thighs and told me she wanted to watch my cock growing harder. Her touch, her words, I couldn’t help myself. I felt the blood rushing to my cock and making it swell. Her hands explored every inch of my skin. She tweaked my nipples, caressed my stomach, and touched my inner thighs. She began kissing me in all my most intimate spots. My breathing was rapid and I was sweating from the heat that now encompassed me. I heard her say, “yes, you will do quite nicely.” I asked her what she meant. She told me I was to be hers from this day forward. Programmed to please her, she would come and find me anytime she wanted me. I was to anticipate her everytime the phone rang, or someone was at my door, or I felt I was being followed. At any point and time she might come for me and I would have to obey. Without even thinking I found myself agreeing to this. I would be her sex toy at her beck and call. I would be trained in the ways of pleasure, and tonight’s lesson was that of obedience.
The next thing I knew her body was over mine, covering me. Her wetness was over my very hard cock. I desperately wanted to be inside of her. Oh, the aroma in the air made it so hard to think. I heard my voice pleading like a little boy for her to take me. She laughed that soft, sexy laugh and impaled herself on my hardness. Oh the bliss and the relief. She took me hard, her body pounding on mine as she whispered words in my ear. I was hardly aware of what she was saying. My mind was so cloudy. She said, “you are now my obedient sex slave.” I found myself repeating her words. She said, ‘you will do whatever I want, whenever I want.” Again I repeated after her, not caring just lost in a wave of desire and drugs fogging my mind. “You will obey,” she said and I said I would. I knew somehow, that it was true, that I would do whatever she wanted. She possessed me and I had no choice. I was also aware of another urge in me. I wanted to cum and I wanted it badly. I moaned loudly, feeling her fingers pinching my nipples. My nipples became as erect as my cock. I didn’t think I could stand it much longer. Then I heard the order; “you may not cum without permission.” I groaned loudly in frustration but I also knew her words were true. I wasn’t even sure I could breathe if she didn’t tell me I could. “Good boys ask for what they want,” she said. Her body pounded down on mine harder and harder. I was dizzy from want and the strong aroma in the air. I pleaded with her to let me cum, to have release. She laughed softly and told me to ask again. I pleaded with her. She asked, “who owns you now?” “You do,” I said realizing I didn’t even know her name and also realizing that I didn’t care. “What are you?” she asked. “I am your sex toy to do with as you please whenever you wish,” I replied. She told me I had learned my first lesson in obedience well and as a reward, she allowed me to cum. It was with utter relief and pleasure that I released my juices inside of her. I felt her doing the same and had enormous pleasure from her satisfaction. As I spasmed and twitched inside of her I felt that rag being pressed against my mouth again. I didn’t struggle this time but accepted my fate. I blacked out.
When I came to I was no longer handcuffed to the bed, all my limbs were free. The aroma that had been so strong earlier was now gone, as though it had never been there at all. I was wearing all my clothes that I’d had on too. To look around, I would think nothing had happened at all. Perhaps it was a dream brought on by the lustful desires I had when I saw that woman in the bar. I felt a little relieved, and at the same time a little disappointed. I must have had more to drink in the bar than I thought to have dreamed that scenario. I decided to take a shower then go to bed, since I had to get up for work in the morning. My shower was nice and relaxing. When I got out I heard the phone ringing. For a moment I felt anticipation, then realized how silly that was. It was just a dream after all. I picked it up and said hello. There was silence for a minute, then that same voice from earlier said, “who do you belong to?” I found myself obediently answering that I belonged to her. She laughed and said, “good, I was just making sure you remembered.” The phone clicked and I heard the dial tone. I had a feeling I hadn’t seen the last of her.