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It was about 3:00 on a Saturday morning and I hear a knock on the door. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to wake you but I have had a blow out on the highway and have gotten my car to your driveway. I was wondering if you would mind if I just stayed right there until morning," said this 6'1", 175lb, blond-haired, blue-eyed, 20 something year old guy. I stammered a moment due to the time and me thinking that I was dreaming. "This doesn't really happen, right?" I was thinking.
"Um, yeah. No problem. Let me come open the gate to let you into the driveway," I finally answered. I put on my coat, slipped on my shoes, and walked the 300 yards from the house to get to the locked gate. I let him drive the now lop-sided car a few feet which allowed me to close the gate behind him. I wished him a good evening and walked back up to the house.
I live in a very rural area in the mountains right off highway so this was odd but, I assumed, scary for him as well.
After I got back into my house and sat down on the couch just trying to figure things out I realized that it was a bit cool outside, there were bears and mountain lions roaming the area, and I wasn't sure if he had warmth or protection. I decided I should do the good Samaritan thing and offer him a blanket, something warm to drink, and warn him of the local wildlife.
I grabbed a spare blanket, put my jacket back on, slipped on my shoes, put my pistol in my jacket pocket (for protection), and headed back down the driveway. As I approached his vehicle I observed him urinating near the side of the car. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
"Hey," I said, "I just wanted to let you know that there are wild animals out here. Be careful. I also brought you a blanket so you don't get cold."
"Thats a nice thing to do. You really don't have to do that. Sorry, I had to pee, I hope you don't mind," he replied.
"No, I don't mind. Its just grass and you had to go. No harm done. Do you need anything else; food, drink, a tow truck?" I asked.
To which he replied, "Not really. I have been craving some coffee but I can get that in the morning."
"I don't mind making you a cup. I realize it is cold out here. Follow me up to the house and I'll make you some," I stated.
At this point he made sure he had what he needed from his car and followed me up to the house. We entered through the kitchen door and I started creating some small talk while I prepared his coffee. While I had my back turned getting the cups and such he noticed a magazine on the table that came in with the daily mail. It was a gay mens magazine about leather. I heard the pages turning as he thumbed through it for a minute.
I quickly looked back and saw what he had, "Uh, I'm, um," I stammered for a moment, "Sorry, I didn't mean to leave that out. Its just a bit of light reading, if you will, and I'm sorry."
"No no. Its completely fine. I assume you like things like this or you wouldn't have gotten it, right?" He asked with an evil look on his face.
I began to answer when I caught a glimpse of a hardening phallic shape coming through his tight jeans. "Well, yeah I guess I do like it."
He looked me in the eye and said, "You like to top or bottom?"
"Well, it really depends on the situation. I only bottom if I am sub....." I began to say then thought why in the world would I tell a perfect stranger about my sexual desires? "It just depends, thats all."
As I handed him is cup of coffee he grabbed my hand and said, "I know guys like you. You are just a bitch that enjoys being told what to do. I also know that guys like you that live in the middle of no where have a secret stash of toys and stuff. Right?"
Well, technically he was right. I was just playing solo the night previous. I was actually wearing a CB-6000, as I was trying to train myself a bit to wear on for long-term in the future, or I would've been rock-fucking-hard at that point.
"Uh - Yeah, you're right, I guess." I replied.
"Take me to your secret stash now," he demanded.
Without hesitation I led the way down the hall to my bedroom. In the closet I have an old army box where I keep my stuff hidden away. "Here it is," I said with a bit of shame in my voice.
He opened the box to reveal a ball gag, hood, plugs, some leather gear, various others and the little bag that came with my CB-6000 that I was now wearing. He picked up the bag and noticed the device itself was gone. He reached over and grabbed my plastic-enclosed dick with an evil smile.
He told me to take off my jacket, pants, and shirt so that he could see the CB-6000. I was very hesitant as nothing like this has ever happened to me before but I did as asked - slowly. Apparently I didn't move fast enough because he became inpatient and said, "Today!"
"Look at that! I've never seen anyone wear one when they're alone. You're an odd ball I can see. I think that you wearing that is just perfect for me. Get on your knees, unbutton my pants, and suck my dick, got it?" He ordered in a questioning fashion.
I did as I was told. I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned his pre-worn jeans, and pulled down his underwear to reveal a very nice dick. It was about 8" long, 4 ½" around, uncut, his pubic hair was trimmed to be nice and neat, and it had a slight musky smell. I began to suck on this monster with everything I had. My dick was trying so hard to break free of the plastic prison that now housed it that I swore either it was going to break or my dick would. One had to give - neither did.
He ordered me onto the bed, face-down, while he rummaged through my box. I heard him grab a couple of things and then ascended to the bed. He pulled my hands behind my back to apply hand-cuffs, he pulled my head back to put on the leather hood, and found some nipple clamps that he applied. He asked if I had a jock strap anywhere to which I nodded. He started going through my drawers to find one - he did. He slid my legs through and slid them up to my waist.
"I don't want to even see your dick, don't want you to leak on anything, and you look better in a jock." He said.
At this point my new dominator pulled me up to a knee-sitting position, laid down right next to me, and he guided me to straddle him. After I got a bit situated I could feel his now throbbing cock against my back and I figured it wouldn't hurt, since my hands were already back there, to touch it. Once I did he grabbed my nipples so hard that I could hear my scream of pain echo back from the walls.
"Don't fucking touch it! You're going to feel it but you can't touch it. Have I made myself clear, bitch?" he asked sternly.
I nodded that I understood.
I heard him spit on his hand, I felt him reach around my leg to lubricate his dick and my asshole, and pushed my ass towards his member. The head was thick and he knew it. The previously "nice" gorgeous cock was about to become "evil" as it was used to mercilessly abuse me. He didn't hesitate once he found the center of my hole. He shoved it in to the hilt and I screamed like a wounded cat. I tried to pull myself off of the invader but he pulled me right back down. I sat there for a moment hoping he would wait but he didn't. He started to pound my ass like he just came from prison. It was very painful yet very enjoyable at the same time. I have never felt like that in my life. It was so euphoric and I was in ecstasy as he started to rhythmically thrust into my now sore hole.
After about 20 minutes of his fantastic thrusting he just stopped. Just stopped! What the hell!? He threw me onto my side, jumped off the bed, came around to my face, pulled off the hood, and immediately thrust his juicy cock into my mouth. He shoved it all the way to the back of my throat, I was gagging and almost couldn't breath, while gripping my head firmly until he came. I had no choice but to swallow with haste. I felt him going soft after a moment as he pulled out and I was still coughing.
"Where is the key for that thing?" He asked pointing to my CB-6000.
"Its over in the top drawer of the dresser. Why do you ask?" I asked in hopes of getting off at his hand, mouth, ass, or anything at this point.
He walked over to the dresser to find the key all the while I was staring as his GORGEOUS ass. It was beautiful and Greek-like. He had a small amount of hair running down the crack and it was just something that I wanted to bury my face in for hours. I wanted to cum so bad and this wasn't helping. I was lost in my own thought for a moment and didn't realize that he already had the key and was getting dressed.
"What are you doing? You didn't answer why you wanted the key." I stated in a panicked tone.
"I'll be right back. Don't worry your pretty little face. I am just not done quite yet." He said as he walked out the door. I heard him open the front door and walk down the stairs.
A few minutes later he returned to the bedroom where I was still handcuffed, nipple clamps on, and lying on my side while I was recounting the series of events.
He walked up to the bed to remove the nipple clamps with one quick movement, "OUCH" I yelled. He rubbed them for a moment which was painful yet wonderful at the same time. He got back into the box to grab a medium sized butt-plug. With its retrieval he also grabbed a bit of lube and applied it to the plug. I was flipped onto my stomach in one movement, hands still cuffed, face into pillow, and he began working it into my ass. I couldn't figure this guy out at all but DAMN was it fun. "Pop" was heard and it was locked in place. At this point I felt him drop some keys onto my back and he walked out the door. I thought he'd be right back but after a couple of minutes I felt for the keys - they were the handcuff keys. I unlocked my hurting wrists, walked down the hall to the door, and looked towards the driveway. He and his car was gone.
"What the fuck was that? Where did he go?" I was thinking to myself.
I was walking a bit awkwardly towards the kitchen trying to see if maybe the was there for some odd reason, even though his car was gone, but he wasn't. However, there was a little note there which stated;
"This was fun. We'll have to do it again soon. I won't be back in town for two weeks. On that note I would like to tell you that I have your CB key with me. You aren't getting it back until I come back. At that point I might let you out.
Like it or not you've got yourself a master. You don't really have a choice in the matter as I also took a picture of you while you were wearing the hood. Listen to me or you won't get out of the chastity device and I will post your picture on the Internet.
~ Master J"
"What the hell did I just do?!?!?! Do I comply, do I find him, do I just cut this thing off, or what?"
With that thought I took out the plug, stayed horny as hell, and basically kept myself busy until he returned. Its been six-weeks and I haven't heard from him yet.