Taken Hostage

I pull his head away from the wall and untie the buckle of the leather strap attached to the ball gag and pull it out of his mouth. I slap him across the face and then grab his hair and bang the back of his head against the wall of the closet. I then pull his head forward by pulling his hair and force his mouth into my crotch again. He can feel the soft material of My dress over his head and feels my naked skin against his lips. He opens his mouth and begins to lick. I put one of my feet on his shoulder and lean down so that I am half sitting on his face, half bracing my back against the side of the closet. I allow him to lick and order him to suck till I climax.

I turn around and bend over and reach around and push his head into my ass. I am holding him by the hair behind me pulling him into me as he licks my ass. I put my hands on the side of the closet in front of me and push hard so that I am pushing my ass into his face, forcing him back against the side of the wall behind him and smother him. He is unable to breathe as I push harder and harder against the wall, smashing his face into me and the back of his head into the wall behind him.

When he is struggling, I move forward and he feels the hem of my dress brush the front of his face. He is still unable to see as the blindfold is still covering his eyes. I then walk out of the closet, close the door and lock it again. He lays back against the wall and waits for my return. It is getting very cold because he is in the basement where there is no heat and he is dressed only in his shirt and shorts.

He lifts his feet and rests them on the other side of the wall of the closet to get them off the concrete floor. When I come back and unlock the door, I swing the door open and stomp on his crotch and kick him over and over again. He is leaning to the rear of the closet trying to escape the blows of my boot in his side. I then raise him to a standing position and take off the blindfold again. I unlock his wrists from the handcuffs and tell him to take the clothes out of the dryer and put them in the basket. He does as told and picks up the basket and walks in front of me up the stairs and into the house as I close the door behind him.

I lead him over to the couch and tell him to put the basket down on the floor in the middle of the living room. I pull his hair and pull down so that he follows and is now sitting on the floor with his legs crossed in front of the basket. I bind his wrists in rope and tell him to fold the clothes. He takes his time and does the best he can folding the clothes with his wrists bound so close together and manages to do a decent job. I am pacing behind him as he is folding the clothes and smacking him with the black riding crop every few minutes ordering him to hurry it up. He is just happy to be in the warm house again.

As he is folding the clothes, I come behind him with a collar and attach it around his neck, buckle it in the back and attach a lock to it. I attach a chain leash to the D-ring in the front. I pull on the leash when he is finished folding, which pulls him up from the floor. I tell him to get the clothes and then I lead him around to the various places the clothes go as he puts them away.

When the clothes are all put away, I sit down on the bed and order him to remove my boots and then make him smell my feet. I push his head away from me with my feet, stand and then lead him with the leash into the kitchen and untie his wrists from the rope, but leave his ankles bound. I leave the collar on, but remove the leash.

I tell him to lay down in front of the kitchen counter with his head close to the stove, face down. As he lays down on the floor, his cheek lands in something sticky and he notices all the crumbs and dirt on the floor and thinks to himself that he should really clean this up for me.

I then walk into the kitchen and balance myself along the counter while walking up his thighs and stand on his butt which is even with the kitchen sink. I walk over to the middle of his back and then step off and get some items out of the refrigerator. I come back and step on his back again putting the items on the counter between the stove and the sink. He can feel my heels digging into his back and is having trouble breathing. I can hear him grunting beneath me, but I don’t care and continue to chop the vegetables and cutting the meat on the counter while standing on him.

I then get the pan and put it on the stove. I alternate between the sink, rinsing the dishes and vegetables, step onto his back as I am chopping them or putting them into a bowl and then stepping with both of my bare feet onto his head as I put the meat into the pan and stir it as it’s cooking. Every once in awhile, he feels a hot drop of grease fall onto his arm and it makes him jump.

As the meat cooks in the pan, I order him to turn over and face up, but remain laying on the floor. He turns over and I sit on his face. Every once in awhile I stand up and stir the meat, then sit back down on his face again, my dress flowing all around him, covering his head and half his body.

When I stand up to stir the meat, I stand on his face. As dinner is finished, I continue walking on him from his face as I’m at the stove, to his stomach as I’m at the counter putting the food onto the plates, then on his crotch as I put the dishes in the sink. I step off him, attach the leash to the collar and pull him up.

I pull him over in front of the couch and order him on his hands and knees. I put a stool in front of his face. I go back to the kitchen and get two plates of food and bring them back to the living room. I place one of the plates on the stool in front of him and say that he can eat. I place the other plate on his back, using him as the table and tell him that if he spills the food, he's dead.

He eats his food slowly as he is afraid to move an inch for fear that the plate will fall. I turn the TV on and eat my dinner from his back, watching him eat his from the stool in front of him. Every once in awhile, I take a half chewed piece of meat from my mouth and drop it onto his plate and tell him to eat it. I laugh watching him eat my food.

When we are both finished eating, I kick back and put my feet on his back, relax and watch TV. When my dinner has settled and I’m done watching TV, I order him to take the dishes into the kitchen and wash them. I stand behind him watching his every move.

I then open the cabinet under the sink and point saying, "Get in." He looks into the small crevice and looks back at me, incredulously. I grab the back of his head, bending him down and begin pushing him towards the small hole. He sits on the floor, bending at the waist and slides himself sideways into the opening. His head is pushed clear into his knees and his knees are brought in so far that his feet are almost touching his butt. I close the cabinet and he hears a locking sound on the other side of the door.

I leave him in there all night. In the morning, I pound on the outside of the door, scaring the shit out of him. I then unlock the padlock and help him out as he is very cramped and aching all over. He closes his eyes as the light is too bright. I tell him to lay down and I begin kicking his thighs. I say, "I’m helping your muscles to loosen up." and laugh.

I stuff a white, plastic ball into his mouth and then wrap duct tape around his mouth and head. I order him to get up and make breakfast. When he turns around, he notices that all the food is laid out on the counter for him. First I say, "Oh wait. I forgot something." I detach a pair of metal handcuffs from My belt that has a chain about a foot in length between the cuffs to his wrists and then say, "Ok, go ahead now."

As he is cooking at the stove, I pull his shorts down and remove them. I then shove a plug into his ass and then tie him up in a harness around his hips, through his legs and butt and tie it off in the back. He is feeling very weak, a tad bit exposed and extremely humiliated.

When breakfast is ready, I tell him to take the plate and follow me. I sit down on the couch and order him to kneel in front of me with the plate and feed me. As he is putting bites of food into my mouth, I put my foot into his crotch and press down, increasing the pressure with each bite.

When breakfast is finished, I tell him to go get his plate of food and bring it to me. As he stands there with the plate in his hand, I brutally rip off the duct tape from his mouth. He screams in pain when it is removed and spits out the ball. When he hands me the plate, I put it on the floor and then step on the food with my bare foot, smashing it between my toes. I then unbutton my pants and slide them down my thighs. I squat over the plate and urinate all over his food. After standing up and buttoning my pants, I smile at him and say, "Ok, now it’s your turn to eat."

I watch as he eats the nasty concoction before him. Every once in awhile, I put my foot into the plate and pick up a piece of food then order him to eat it from my foot. He obediently puts his mouth over my toes and sucks the food from them.

When he thinks he is done eating, I order him to lick the plate clean and make sure that no juice is left on the plate. When the plate is spotless, I get up, take the plate, set it to the side and grab him by the hair pulling him up. I push him to the side of the couch, get behind him and push him over the end of the couch. His butt is exposed to me.

I remove the waist harness and butt plug, only to replace it with the strap on. I fuck him with the strap on repeatedly till he is absolutely humiliated and I am extremely turned on. I decide that he is going to satisfy me once more before I get ready to go out. So after removing the strap on from inside him, I order him back on his knees facing me. I attach a mask to his face with a dildo protruding from it. I then take his handcuffs off and put his hands behind My back and handcuff them behind me with a pair of smaller cuffs.

I remove my pants and order him to fuck me with his face. As he enters me with the dildo attached to his face, I reach behind his head and grab a handful of hair and push him in and out of me. I continue to go faster and faster until his neck is very sore, but as I look down, I see his hard cock and give it a kick as I come to orgasm.

When I pull his head away and the dildo releases itself from my orgasmic grasp, I dress then release him from the mask. As I come back with his clothes from the bedroom, I also come back with a roll of ace bandage. I wrap his cock and balls into a sort of cast and then order him to get dressed. I put his jacket over the handcuffs and lead him out the door and into the jeep.

We drive to the store, get out of the car and he follows me into the store. He is walking around in handcuffs under the jacket, but no one seems to notice. Every once in awhile, I will stomp on his foot when no one is looking. When we have the items paid for and leave the store, I have him load the items in the trunk.

We drive back to the house and I have him unload the groceries from the car. He notices that I have bought some strange items, such as dog food, cat food, sardines, anchovies and other various things. He remembers that I have no cat or dog. When the items are put away, I lead him back to the living room where I unlock the handcuffs and order him to lay on his stomach.

When he is all stretched out on his stomach, I tie his hands and feet behind him and then tie them together at about his butt. I then strip, lay down in front of him and lift his head by the hair as I slide underneath him and then let his mouth rest against my clit. I lay back and enjoy the feeling as he slides his tongue inside my pussy then up my lips to my clit. I turn on the TV and watch TV as he licks.

When an hour has gone by, I ask if he is getting tired, he looks up at me, but says nothing and continues to lick. I am satisfied with that answer and leave him there.