THE CAPTIVE OF A COUGAR!
Immediately as I “came-to” I knew something was wrong. Firstly I could see absolutely nothing, and I felt the blindfold that covered my eyes, reducing me to this state. But that seemed to be the very least of my problems. Apart from some sort of underpants, I was totally naked, and those were most certainly not my own, they seemed to me to be of a female variety, unsurprisingly because that’s precisely what they were. But even that was a comparatively minor matter in my predicament. For I could not move at all when I tried to. I was aware that I’d been placed on some sort of bed or mattress, my hands were firmly behind my back, with my wrists tied securely, and I DO mean securely, together, as were my ankles, and my legs just above my knees. Then my bound wrists had been tied to my ankles, leaving me in a “classic” hogtie. I was going NOWHERE until somebody else, apart than myself, decided otherwise. Presumably the very same person, who had placed me in this completely helpless situation in the first place.
But who was that? And just why had they done so, I wasn’t aware of having really upset anybody in the recent past? I didn’t owe any large sum of money to anybody, certainly not as I could recall. Panic started to emerge within my head, and I’m sure everyone can understand that emotion. Here I was, the complete utter and total prisoner of somebody, and I had NO idea of who my captor, or captors possibly, was. Or what he, she or they wanted from me or why they’d taken me. Not the most comfortable situation to be in, I’m sure you could all agree.
Very shortly after I’d awakened, I received my first clue, as a clearly female voice, one I did think I’d heard before, rang around the room. “Ah, Darling, you’re awake at last!” At least one, or possibly the only one, of my abductors was a woman then. And, whether by design or accident, she hadn’t gagged me at all.
“Who are you? And what do you want with me?”
“All in good time Darling, just accept the fact that you are totally mine now! And shout out as much as you like by the way, nobody will hear you. That’s why I haven’t bothered to gag you at all, that and the possibility you might have choked while out cold, I didn't want you choking to death, I’ve got some REAL plans for you, and none of them involve you dying on me. Be assured of that.”
Well, that’s something I guess, she’s NOT planning to murder me. A small consolation, but my blood had frozen at those words “real plans for you.” I can’t deny that expression of hers had frightened the living daylights out of me. And I was still no further in the task of working out just who she was, or why she wanted to exercise those “plans.”
Then I received another clue, the delicious smell of new leather clothing, and the feel of that material, as she started to rub her gloved hands over my body. I could also feel that her arms were also leather coated, unseen by me of course she wore a really stylish jacket, and a matching short leather skirt. And it started to come back to me, I began to realise that I might have encountered this woman before.
About an hour beforehand, I’d been in a café, having popped in for a quick cup of “Rosie Lee” before going home when I’d first noticed her. Although clearly not in the first phase of youth anymore, I’d guessed, correctly, she was in her late thirties, she made an immediate impression on me. For if age had removed a little of her stunning good looks and sexual allure, there was still plenty left to render her extremely attractive, and, well to be totally honest, stunningly sexy, her golden hair that cascaded and flowed just reinforcing that conclusion. And it was an impression that her current attire did absolutely nothing to diminish, that leather suit was clearly VERY expensive and even more delightful. It hugged her wonderful slim figure superbly, making her look the REAL classy Lady that she clearly was. And her long and shapely legs were covered in VERY sheer black nylon that, I just KNEW would NOT be in the form of tights, although her skirt was just long enough for me to be unable to confirm that guess. And at the other end of those shapely legs her feet were also covered in black leather, in the form of some boots that reached to just below her knees, of the same VERY high quality standard as the suit itself.
I sat there absolutely mesmerised, almost rooted to the spot, just simply staring at this vision of pure natural beauty in front of me. With my mouth almost fully open, something that I fully accept I should not have done. But I thought I’d got away with it, she never once looked in my direction, so as I finally managed to snap myself out of this virtually trance like state, I breathed a sigh of relief, she’d not caught me staring at her in such a rude manner, thank goodness.
But, unknown to me, she had! In the mirror hanging on one of the establishment’s walls. And she made up her mind there and then that I needed to be punished for my impunity! Like the idiot that I am, I gave her the perfect opportunity to enact her desire, as I went to answer a call of nature, leaving my still unfinished cup of tea on the table.
Returning to my seat after relieving myself, I picked up my book, one I was fully engrossed in, and resumed the consumption of my beverage. And perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to the fact that it had an, ever so slightly different, taste than before, but the book was so good that I simply dismissed what my taste buds were telling me. And we’re not talking about a VAST difference, and it didn’t render the drink so foul that it was undrinkable. So I finished it off, and just sat there for a little while longer, until I came to the end of a chapter in my book, a convenient place to stop reading.
It’s when I tried to stand up that I finally realised that I wasn’t quite feeling alright. I started to feel a little faint, no I wasn’t about to collapse, but I just felt a little unsteady. I felt a leather clad arm grab mine, and a gentle female voice asked, “Are you alright, Darling?”
Obviously it was HER, and she simply held me for a while before I replied, “No I’m not sure I am Ma’am, my legs seemed to have turned to jelly!”
“Let me help you, then. Let me guide you to your car at least, you can sit down in that for a while.”
“I didn’t drive here, Ma’am, I was going to catch the bus home.” Actually she knew that, she’d seen me step off another bus earlier, another consideration she’d made when deciding to “capture” me.
“Well in that case, let me drive you home.”
“I can’t ask you to do that, surely it’ll be a great deal of trouble for you.”
“It’ll be NO trouble at all, let me assure you. You don’t seem in any state to catch the bus. Don’t worry I’ll look after you!”
By now I was in NO condition to argue, and all I could mumble was a quiet “thank you,” as we reached her car and she helped me into the front passenger seat. After she had fitted my seat belt, the full effect of just what substance she’d slipped into my tea hit me and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
When I recovered I was still sitting in her car, she’d stripped off all of my upper clothing and my wrists were very securely tied together, and using the rest of her black silk tie she’d tied the remainder around my waist. She’d also removed my shoes, shoes and trousers, leaving me in just my underpants. As my eyes adjusted to the light I sensed that she’d parked within a garage, one I knew I’d never been in before. And there she stood. “Welcome back to the land of the living. Can you stand?” A rhetorical question because my mouth had a large red ball-gag shoved into it, so I simply nodded. The mystery woman helped to support me as I struggled to my feet, then asked, “if I help you can you walk?”
“Mmmmmppppppphhhhh!” I tried to communicate, but obviously to no avail.
“Don’t worry, Darling, all will be explained to you in due course. But first let’s get you to your new “quarters,” I’m sure you’ll find things most agreeable when you’re there!”
In no position to argue with her, my strength was nowhere near recovered, I allowed her to guide me, into the house itself, and then down some stairs into a basement, entering the room I now “occupied.” Once she’d sat me down on the large bed, she removed the gag and then placed a chloroform filled pad over my nose and mouth. I attempted to resist as best I could, but it was useless, there was nothing I could do to prevent the chemical doing it’s desired, well for her anyway, job, and once again unconsciousness claimed me. It was during this second spell “out cold” when my captor carried out all of the actions that I described earlier, naturally.
So that, my friends, is precisely how I came to be utterly helpless in the hands and power of this woman, but I’d still NO idea WHY. Or, more to the point, who she was. Suddenly she lifted the blindfold, you’ll note she didn’t remove it completely, and as my eyes began to adjust to the light I started to be able to see my captor, in ALL of her glory. She was still wearing the very same leather gear as in the café, and she now stood in a VERY provocative pose. “Why don’t you take a GOOD look, Darling? After all you couldn’t take your eyes off of me beforehand, could you? Go on, you can look at me for as long as you like now, or of course, unless I decide otherwise. For make NO mistake Darling, you belong to me now, again until I, and ONLY I, decide otherwise. YOU ARE MINE!”
