Just A Dream (F/F)
Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2020 1:28 pm
As always, the more feedback I get, the quicker I write (: I will be gone for a little bit but expect more when I return(;
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I came home late from work on a Tuesday afternoon. It was a sunny day, but also a hot day. The temperature was up in the 90s. I sighed as I jingles my keys to my apartment. It had been a rough day. The office was hectic; the printer didn’t work; and my boss had yelled at me for something I was completely unaware of.
I pressed my body against the door, letting my dead weight push it open. I was wearing a tight black skirt, white vans with white no show socks, a grayish-blue top with the sleeves rolled up to my forearms, with my long blonde-brunette hair in a pony tail. On any normal day, I would have detected that something was different in my apartment, but I was hot, sweaty and discouraged.
I closed the door behind me, failing to notice the window next to the door had been pried open. I set my briefcase down on the couch and walked slowly to the kitchen.
As I opened the fridge, a black-clad figure slipped behind me. Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned my body, but was instead roughly pushed against the fridge. “What the f-mmmmph!”
A gloved hand roughly covered my mouth while my arms were painfully twisted behind me. “Mmmlhhgggg!” I moan in pain. “Shhhh. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to ask you some questions.” A low soothing female voice whispers close to my left ear. “If you are good, I will go quietly. Nod your head if you’re going to cooperate.”
I slowly nod my head, unsure if I meant it or not, but not wanting to be hurt in the process. “Good.” The voice whispered. “Now, walk slowly to bedroom.”
My white vans squeak against my clean kitchen floor as I’m half shoved-half force walked toward my back bedroom. As she walks behind me, I’m able to look down and catch a glimpse of her feet and legs. She’s wearing black combat boots and black yoga pants. *hardly the outfit of a killer* I think hopefully to myself.
As we enter the bedroom, I’m greeted by the a complete mess. My normally spotless bedroom is completely trashed. Drawers have been dumped out and my closet has been searched. “Mmmmph?!” I moan through the now sweaty hand gag. “No questions for you. Do as I say..” the oddly familiar voice states.
She’s slightly shorter than my 5’6”ish frame but just as athletic as I can feel her strength. My mind wanders as to who the voice reminds me of just as I’m shoved face down into my bed. A hand grabs my hair and forces my face deep into one of my many white pillows. “mmm!” I try to protest, to no avail.
I feel her knee in my lower back as she pulls my wrists behind me. I hear the sound of tape being pulled off the roll and soon feel it being wrapped tightly around my wrists. *what does she want?* I think to myself. I feel my sweaty white vans being pulled off my feet, followed by my socks. *what the hell..*
My head is pulled forcefully up from the pillow, but before I can question, both of my socks are forcefully shoved deep in my mouth. “Mmmmph!!” I protest as my face is shoved back in the pillow. “Don’t move, Chelsey...” her voice speaks again. I feel her knee lift from my back and her boots softly walk out of the room.
As my mouth is filled with the taste of my own feet and feet sweat, I test the tape on my wrists. *she wrapped it tight* I think in dismay. I hear her boot-clad feet walk back in the room. I’m pulled roughly up into the sitting position. I finally get a look at my captor.
She’s about 5’4” wearing black combat boots, yoga pants, a black long sleeve tight shirt, black leather gloves, and a black ski mask. I immediately notice her blond, shoulder length hair peaking from under her mask and her bright blue eyes look darkly at me.
Her finger presses the drool-covered socks back into my mouth as she speaks. “I bet you’re wandering who I am, why I’m here, what I want and if I’m going to hurt you...” I stare back, resisting the urge to nod. “Well...” she slowly pulls off her mask. “I’m...”
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I came home late from work on a Tuesday afternoon. It was a sunny day, but also a hot day. The temperature was up in the 90s. I sighed as I jingles my keys to my apartment. It had been a rough day. The office was hectic; the printer didn’t work; and my boss had yelled at me for something I was completely unaware of.
I pressed my body against the door, letting my dead weight push it open. I was wearing a tight black skirt, white vans with white no show socks, a grayish-blue top with the sleeves rolled up to my forearms, with my long blonde-brunette hair in a pony tail. On any normal day, I would have detected that something was different in my apartment, but I was hot, sweaty and discouraged.
I closed the door behind me, failing to notice the window next to the door had been pried open. I set my briefcase down on the couch and walked slowly to the kitchen.
As I opened the fridge, a black-clad figure slipped behind me. Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned my body, but was instead roughly pushed against the fridge. “What the f-mmmmph!”
A gloved hand roughly covered my mouth while my arms were painfully twisted behind me. “Mmmlhhgggg!” I moan in pain. “Shhhh. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to ask you some questions.” A low soothing female voice whispers close to my left ear. “If you are good, I will go quietly. Nod your head if you’re going to cooperate.”
I slowly nod my head, unsure if I meant it or not, but not wanting to be hurt in the process. “Good.” The voice whispered. “Now, walk slowly to bedroom.”
My white vans squeak against my clean kitchen floor as I’m half shoved-half force walked toward my back bedroom. As she walks behind me, I’m able to look down and catch a glimpse of her feet and legs. She’s wearing black combat boots and black yoga pants. *hardly the outfit of a killer* I think hopefully to myself.
As we enter the bedroom, I’m greeted by the a complete mess. My normally spotless bedroom is completely trashed. Drawers have been dumped out and my closet has been searched. “Mmmmph?!” I moan through the now sweaty hand gag. “No questions for you. Do as I say..” the oddly familiar voice states.
She’s slightly shorter than my 5’6”ish frame but just as athletic as I can feel her strength. My mind wanders as to who the voice reminds me of just as I’m shoved face down into my bed. A hand grabs my hair and forces my face deep into one of my many white pillows. “mmm!” I try to protest, to no avail.
I feel her knee in my lower back as she pulls my wrists behind me. I hear the sound of tape being pulled off the roll and soon feel it being wrapped tightly around my wrists. *what does she want?* I think to myself. I feel my sweaty white vans being pulled off my feet, followed by my socks. *what the hell..*
My head is pulled forcefully up from the pillow, but before I can question, both of my socks are forcefully shoved deep in my mouth. “Mmmmph!!” I protest as my face is shoved back in the pillow. “Don’t move, Chelsey...” her voice speaks again. I feel her knee lift from my back and her boots softly walk out of the room.
As my mouth is filled with the taste of my own feet and feet sweat, I test the tape on my wrists. *she wrapped it tight* I think in dismay. I hear her boot-clad feet walk back in the room. I’m pulled roughly up into the sitting position. I finally get a look at my captor.
She’s about 5’4” wearing black combat boots, yoga pants, a black long sleeve tight shirt, black leather gloves, and a black ski mask. I immediately notice her blond, shoulder length hair peaking from under her mask and her bright blue eyes look darkly at me.
Her finger presses the drool-covered socks back into my mouth as she speaks. “I bet you’re wandering who I am, why I’m here, what I want and if I’m going to hurt you...” I stare back, resisting the urge to nod. “Well...” she slowly pulls off her mask. “I’m...”
