Watched

There she is, there is my princess. I always look forward to our time together. It doesn't matter what we do; anything from yoga, exercising, watching T.V. to reading or writing in her journal. I don't care as long as I get to spend time with her.

She is so beautiful, sexy, and innocent. She has no idea that every night I sit within the trees in her front yard and watch her through her living room window. Almost every night she will wake up, open one of the living room windows, and put a fan in it. I wait all day for our time together, until the darkness hides me from her.

Sometimes she will stand there staring into the night deep in thought. On those nights she usually ends up writing in her journal and then going back to bed. Those nights I'm left yearning to hold her; have her confide in me so I can make it better. I have read her entries in her journal on the several occasions when I have snuck into her house. Her journal is a window into her mind and heart that lets me see how she is doing. It breaks my heart to read what she has been going through because of that husband of hers.

My favorite nights we spend together are when she does yoga or her butt exercises. She has a beautiful ass so I don't know why she is trying so hard to increase it. Probably that husband of hers; putting her down, making her insecure but I will take you away from this soon my sweet, just please be strong. Anyway she is usually wearing skimpy night clothes when she does her exercises and sometimes she even does it naked. I drink in her perfection. She is very shy with her body. She never dresses revealing or slutty but in her home she feels free and protected to walk around in the nude. The house is back off of the road surrounded by forest. On these nights she leaves me hot and needy. If she only knew how many times I have masturbated standing in her front yard, shooting my cum all over her flowers while I watch her bend and twist. I have come all the way up to the window and stood just off to the side so I can hear her talking to herself. It takes all my strength to rush in and save her.

Soon. Soon she will be mine. I am a patient man but the time is getting near for her to come home with me where she belongs. I have been watching, or I guess you could say stalking, her for months now. I know everything about her and her husband's schedules. Sometimes I think that she can sense me watching. She will stop and look out into the dark, staring straight at me without even knowing it. It leaves my skin tingling and my balls tighten.

As easy as it is to stroll into her yard to watch her the new dog they are housing likes to bark and alert the neighborhood that I am there so I can't always be there to catch a glimpse of her. Or there are times when she sleeps through the night and that is when I am glad that I went in and installed all of the cameras. I can watch her from my phone or tablet in each room of the house.

Well the time has finally arrived. Her husband has been scheduled to work over night for a twelve hour shift leaving my love home alone all night. This is the perfect time for me to retrieve her. My heart speeds up in anticipation as I run my finger down her cheek on the tablet.

"Night sweetheart, be safe", Cathleen tells her husband Craig as he gets ready to leave for the night shift.

"You too, and remember that the gun is in the drawer next to my side of the bed," he kisses her as he grabs his lunch and leaves for work.

I set the alarm, make sure all of the windows and curtains are closed, and prepare for my shower. I lock the bedroom door, take the pistol into the bathroom and place it next to my cell phone on the floor next to the shower and lock the bathroom door. I hate staying home over night by myself.

When I get out of the shower I could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I wrap the towel around my hair and the other one around my body, grab my cell phone and the pistol and carefully walk into the living room. Everything is the way I left it. "You're being paranoid silly," I tell myself when I return to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and dressing for bed I go out, turn on my T.V. and crawl into bed accidentally forgetting the pistol in the bathroom on the counter. It doesn't take long for me to drift off.

I jerk awake around 3 a.m. not sure what caused me to wake but as I roll over to get more comfortable I come face to face with a masked man. "Hello beautiful," he purrs. I immediately roll over grabbing for the pistol that should be on my night stand only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" the deep voice asks holding up my gun. As my eyes meet his he can already read my next move and as I lunge to get out of the bed I am slammed back down onto my back causing the air to be pushed from my lungs. He is straddling me before I even have time to blink, holding both of my wrist in one of his hands above my head. He leans down placing his forehead on mine looking straight into my eyes. "Time to go home sweetheart," I hear him say and as I am about to scream he places a rag over my mouth and nose. I try to hold my breath while I toss my head back and forth and thrust my hips up trying to buck him off but I am no match for him and eventually my lungs are burning so desperately for air that I am forced to take a huge breath. Inhaling the medicine smell of the chloroform soaked rag my head starts to spin, black spots start crowding in on the outskirts of my vision, and his smiling face hidden by the mask is the last thing I see when my eyes drift shut.

She is so beautiful, especially when her big green eyes are fill with fear. Getting in was no problem. I have been inside several times. Sometimes I even hang out in the attic and watch through the peep holes I have placed all over her home as she gets ready for bed, sleeps, and occasionally when that husband of hers decides he wants sex. I hate watching him put his filthy hands on my woman but I love to watch her and I can't wait until it's me she is under moaning and squirming. Leaving the pistol in the bathroom was a mistake on her part and one that she is probably kicking herself for but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I loved the look of absolute shock when she rolled over and I was laying there smiling at her. I could see it in her eyes as she tried to figure out what was going on. She put up quite a fight but then again she isn't getting away from me and nothing gets my cock harder than her fighting me. I can't wait until she wakes up at home.

Slowly I start to come awake and even though my head is killing me I immediately notice that I am not in my bed any more. In fact I am not only not in my bed, I am not in my room, not in my house, and not in my sleeping clothes. The pain in my head causes me to moan in agony and as I try to roll over and rub my head I realize that I am tied down spread eagle buck ass naked on a king size bed with the softest silk sheets in a room lite by candles. The room reminds me more of a sex dungeon than a bedroom. As I look around the room I see all kinds of whips, floggers, cane poles, chains, etc neatly hung on all of the walls. I can only imagine the sexual devices stored in the dressers along the wall. If this were a different situation I would find this extremely sexy. In fact I can feel my pussy starting to moisten as I look around. What is wrong with me? Craig and I have been delving into the BDSM scene but this goes beyond what we have played with.

"Mmmmm you are a delicious sight to behold. You have no idea how long I have fantasized about you finally being here with me where you belong." He startles me when he starts speaking from the corner where he has been watching me.

"Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?" The questions start pouring out of me as I begin to shake in fear.

"Well, I am Brad. You are finally home with me where you belong. And you are going to stay here with me and be a good slave." He informs me with a smirk on his face.

"What? I don't belong here and I don't belong to you. You better let me loose right this second. When my husband finds out he is going to kick your ass," I begin shouting while pulling on my tie downs.

The look in his eyes quickly goes from the sexy teasing eyes of a lover to the angry eyes of the devil. He stomps over to me with such hate in his eyes that I begin to wish I had watched my tongue and I pull more frantically on the ropes holding me down. With one swift jump he is suddenly straddling me. His grip on my chin is so painful I know I will have bruises. He yanks my head so I am staring into his eyes and says "You better watch that mouth of yours. Since you don't know the rules yet I will let the disrespect pass but next time you will be punished. Do you understand?" he asks.

Shocked I just stare at him so he slaps me sending my head whipping to the side. "I asked you a question slave, you better answer me. Do you understand?" he yells.

"No, I'm not yours. You can't just take someone. I am married," I begin mumbling while shaking my head back in forth no as the tears start to come down my cheeks.

The second slap sends my head in the opposite direction. "What did you say? You are mine. Do you understand that? You will never see that worthless piece of shit husband of yours again."

He raises his hand to once again slap me when I come to my senses. "Yes, I understand. I understand. I am yours," I rush out already feeling my face beginning to swell and bruise.

"Good girl. See that's all you have to do is be good and all will be well." He smiles. "For that I think you deserve a prize," he says with an evil twinkle in his eyes. His thumbs brush away my tears then go on to rub at my lips. Inserting his thumb into my mouth to press down on my tongue then moving down to grasp on my neck. For a second I think he is going to squeeze and cut off my air but to my horror he continues downward until he is drawing circles around my nipples, one and then the other, with the tip of his finger. My nipples harden at his soft touch and the light breeze he blows across them and a moan escapes my lips when he pinches and twists each of my nipples between his fingers.

"Very responsive," he purrs as he scoots down so that he can take my nipples into his mouth. The warm moistness of his soft lips and tantalizing tongue and he swirls it around and around causes me to once again moan, arch my back, and try to squeeze my thighs together.

"Let's see how wet my princess is," he says as he slowing trails his fingers down my stomach, over my mound, and dips a finger into my folds. I am trying to buck away from him but only end up thrusting his finger deeper into my wet pussy and rubbing on his hard on that is pressing on my leg. The sound that escapes me is a cross between a moan and a groan. As his mouth toys with my breast leaving bite marks all over them and up and down my neck his finger finds my g spot and begins to push in and out of my hot cunt. As much as I hate this I can't help that my hips are starting to lift to meet his finger and my body is starting to tingle. I can't believe that I am about to have an orgasm on my kidnappers finger. Faster and faster he rubs.

"Come on baby girl, cum all over your master's hand." And with those words my body begins orgasming. When finally I come back to my senses I begin to cry. I can't believe I just did that.

"It's okay sweetheart. Clean your cum off of my fingers," he says as he slips his fingers into my mouth and places sweet kisses down the side of my neck. The sweet taste of my pussy surprises me as I obediently lick his hand clean.

"That's enough for now my darling. Get some sleep. You are going to need your energy for tomorrow when I fuck that pussy of mine so hard, so deep, and so long that you won't be able to walk for a week. Not that you will be out of bed any time soon any way," his deep chuckle resonates within my chest.

The tears flow freely down my cheeks. "As much as I would normally love to listen to your screams as you come to grips with your new life I don't want it to be too much for you right now so I'm going to give you a little something to calm you down and help you sleep. Ok darling?"

As he says this I can see him preparing a needle with clear liquid. As he climbs on top of me on the bed I begin to scream, twist, and pull as far away from him as the restraints will allow. It doesn't do any good. He delicately slips the needle into my neck and as I slip into darkness his masked smiling face is the last thing I see through my tears.