Taken Away

A sweet young runaway. Desperate for money. Seemingly harmless. A man wants to take some bondage photos. Treated decently. No reason to be afraid. Except his camera has long since been put away and still you lay there. Cuffed and gagged.

He has spent quite some time on the phone. You cannot quite hear him. All along you've known that sex may be in the mix. But you just figured it would be bonus money to the generous amount of green already in your purse for posing while subdued.

The longer you twist on the bed, the longer you think about the reality of your situation. Nobody knows where you are and there is nobody in your world that would ask a single question if you never return.

Was just hoping to be taken and then let go and now knowing something much more sinister lays ahead. Several men enter the room and touch and fondle you like produce at a supermarket. A last man with you alone...he insists on that. He pinches your nipples. They cannot help but stand erect. His hand under your skirt. Fingering your pussy. Soft moans for mercy flowing from your gagged mouth. He continues. His fingers inside you...teasing you. Quickly your body responds...easing his intrusion. He smiles and stops.

Money exchanges hands. He is given what is very apparently the keys to the chains that are holding you. He lets you see a needle and tells you that you are coming with him the easy way or the hard way. You nod obedience. Your legs are uncuffed and you are led to van. Told to lay on the floor he binds your ankles with rope. He then hogties you citing insurance for a sudden change in attitude.

You lay still on the floor of the van. The van apparently on highway pavement. You ran away from home eight months ago. Abusive step father, a denying mother. Hoping to start a new life. It's been so hard. Hitting rock bottom "modeling". Pulling at the cuffs around your wrists and then just thinking that maybe this is for the best. Perhaps no more worries. That though involuntary, there is someone now in your life that will be taking care of you now.

Too Far?

Have I gone too far at times? Yes I have. I admit that. Dark desires and opportunity can sway judgement. I am the kind of man that motivates a woman to talk her husband into letting them go on vacations "with the girls".
Handsome, the appearance of money and the promise of a good time. Those qualities tend to sway her judgement too.

I'll spare the drama and get to the point. I met her on the beach on my Mexican vacation. We met later that night and via the benefit of my bullshit and her insatiable taste for long island ice teas and we were in her room as soon as her self respect allowed it.

Maybe it was the sexy little rope bracelets she wore on her ankles. But I knew she was the one. I couldn't stop thinking of roping her ankles with my own rope bracelets.

So in the room we made love. Quick. Animal-like. It was good. Good for her that is. My appetite was only just beginning to churn. So I made some jokes about bondage sex and she laughed about no toys for that being in her room. I bragged of my improvisational skills and teased me to do my worst.

I used some fingernail scissors in the bathroom and grabbed a bedsheet. I quietly cut long cloth strips with the material and brought them toward my adventurous soon to be screw toy.

Now when I said that I think I went too far I mean that I was very aware that the sweet thing laying on the bed had no idea what awaited her. But I tied her up anyway.

The deed progressed predictably. She was quite out of it yet as I tied her wrists behind her back. She started to awaken and even giggled a bit as she pulled at her wrists and watched me binding her ankles together. But when she saw that strip of cloth with the big knot in the middle of it heading toward her mouth...that's when she got a bit excited. She objected and started thrashing around like a hooked fish when I was securing that gag behind her neck. No need to hear from her at that point. At that point the only thing I would want to hear from her is something to the effect of, "use me any way you wish". But I was going to do that anyway so what is the point?

It's cold...yet inspired. Evil...yet passionate. I use methods to make sure she trusts my contol and eventually her body responds to my touch. Her mind cannot help but follow thereafter. When it's all over I admit there is not much to say. When it's over and all is accounted I feel she has used me and I have used her. She'll go back to her husband. Never to say a word about it. Me...I sleep just fine at night. Perhaps that in itself is having gone too far.

Car Wash

I consider these weekend charity car washes to be the minor leagues of cheerleading. Think about it. So you're a girl wanting to make the cheerleading squad and you cannot quite make the team. What do you do? Well...you have a desire to wear skimpy gear and to strut your stuff in front of the boys. So you practice in the minor leagues to work on your craft so that someday you can be good enough for the major leagues. Charity car washes. That's the ticket. Wet and in bikinis at the corner of major intersections begging strange men to let them rub their sponges and perhaps other soft and flexible body parts on their cars.

It's demanding and degrading, yet the girls work hard so perhaps they will be noticed and promoted to the major league club cheerleading. Standing on burly gay men's shoulders so you're high enough to be noticed and high enough for me to look up that teensy little skirt of yours. You've made it now. In the big leagues.

Boys will be boys

I was thinking today that it is not at all unique for a man to have a hobby that...well...does not appeal to the masses. But what is a real man to do? Does a real man conform to satisfy the masses? Or does he stay true to himself? I think Ben should keep riding.

In that spirit, I don't think my tastes appeal to the masses. But I am not changing. I fully admit that a man's appetite for the...controversial may leave him looking a bit disfigured at times.
I cannot speak for Ben, but I wear my scars proudly.


My name is Simon. I enjoy women in bondage and fantasies of rough sex. Hop aboard my motorcycle...or get the the hell out of my way.

Choices

I see hottie pics like this and I kind of like thinking what is going through each girl's mind. My jaded attitude feels that each girl is thinking, "I'm only doing this so everyone who looks at this pic will see how much hotter I am than you." It's kind of fun to watch girls at nightclubs in packs. All dressed hot...the hidden competition with each other. A good looking man pays their table attention. They all clamor for him. He picks one and her girlfriends all are happy for the one chosen. Yeah right.
I hate to see two girls fighting. Why not just pick both?

Field Work

Strangers on a Train

She worked with me and it is no accident that I happen to frequent the night club she tends to show her wares at. The lust in me tortured my mind. Yet I loved that torture so. She usually did not seem overly attracted to a man. Tonight was different. A maddenly handsome man had her full attention. I've probably asked her out four or five times and I never so much as got a look. I hated the man, but at the same time admired him.

So, my answer was to drink...and drink hard. Not a violent man when I get drunk, but talkative. I cornered the man and in a tongue in cheek way told him that he was accomplishing what I never had. His words struck me hard. I should have grasped the old saying that if something was too good to be true...then it probably was. On the other hand, what did I have to lose. He told me that he was going to do me a favour. He told me that he was taking her to a party at his house. He gave me an address and told me to come. He said that when I arrived he would introduce me as a good friend and would personally see to it that her attention was moved to me. The catch?? The catch was that one day I would have to do a favour for him.

So I sobered up the best I could and gave them a half hour start. I approached the door of his...lets call it a mansion...it seemed rather quiet for a party. Before I could ring the bell the door opened. He led me inside...but signaled for me to stay quiet. He led me to a room. Before I could let out a loud gasp as to what was going on he clamped a hand over my mouth. There she was. On a mattress on the floor. She was gagged, blindfolded and looked to have something wrapped around her ears to mask sound. Her beautiful body wiggled in a bound spread eagle position on her belly. Her ass propped in the air with a pillow.


The man whispered to me. Telling me that he was not quite sure how much the squirming beauty could hear. He told me that she had a lot of kink pent up inside her and that she was there of her own free will. He said he had been teasing her with a dildo for some time before I got there. He said that he only gagged her when he heard my car. He did not want her to yell out and startle me. He said she was begging for his cock. The only difference is that it was going to be my cock and she would not ever know otherwise.

I was now sober enough to wonder to myself whether she was bound of her own free will...or not. I chose to hide that question in the fog in my mind that was my rising lust. Then he whispered in my ear, "you'll never get another chance". The words stung, but they were so true. I began to take my clothes off. He chuckled and told me to take all the time I wanted. He left the room. I didn't think much of what the man would ask from me in return. His soft words just rang in my head over and over...."you'll never get another chance". I kept her blinfolded and gagged. And I took her in every way I had ever imagined.

He escorted me to the door hours later. Told me that she would never know. Assured me that I would see her at work and she probably would be acting as if nothing ever happened.

Indeed I did see her at work on Monday morning. It was like nothing happened. I was beginning to wonder if it was all a dream when the phone rang in my office and it was him. He told me my debt was to be paid. He told me to meet him a nightclub on the other side of town.

I got there at 11pm as instructed. Crowded. Dimly lit. An eerie atmosphere of neon blue lights and blacklight posters. He was sitting at a table with a girl. A beautiful blonde. The round breasted petite type. Everyone may have looked blue, but her body stood out. He gave her some money to get me a drink and another round for themselves.

The man was all business. He was blunt. He was direct. He gave me something that looked like a sugar packet and told me to slip it into her drink when they were on the dance floor. He said she would not pass out, but would appear drunk. That he would need my help getting her to the car. His words stung. "It's harmless. It's the same thing your girlfriend was on the other night".

I complied to be done with the man. Easier to get her into to the car than I was led to believe. I was in the backseat with her now slumping body and he drove us away.

He tossed rope and a long piece of fabric into the backseat. He told me to do a good job in that she will not stay drugged forever. She showed little resistance as I pulled her arms behind her and tied them together tightly. I tied a thick knot in the middle of the strip of fabric and buried it deep between her teeth. I silenced her well. She was breathtaking. He must have seen me looking. He told me to go ahead and take a taste. I am just a man. At first I unbuttoned just a few buttons on her sexy little sundress....but it was a long ride to this mystery man's house and I admit I took full advantage of the time before lashing her ankles together.

I got myself together a few minutes before helping him take his..."date"...into the house. Reality swirling in my mind. I told him that she would know me. That she would call the police. The same time he handed me an envelope with money in it. Lots of money. His words chilled me. "This one will never have that chance".

A cab appeared at the street. He told me I could now plenty afford a cab ride back to my auto. He told me my debt was paid and we were square. That perhaps we could help each other some other time.

American Psycho

"American Psycho" on dvd. Seen again in all it's glory. I used to know a guy who was just like Patrick Bateman. Well just the vanity...not the murders. He was my friend. We shared women. He thought sex was a performance. Just like the psycho in the film. Women faught for his attention. He was handsome, charming and smooth...up until he got her in bed.

"We are not finished yet".

I'm "LOST" without her

I am currently going through withdrawal where my favourite television show, "LOST" is now in hiatus until the fall. Upon it's return, rumour has it that Kate will be sold by "the others" to slavers. Well...actually I just made that up. However, if any of the writers from "LOST" stumble into this blog they have my full permission to snatch my idea and run with it.