Dial-A-Fantasy 3
Ruth Wilson
tucked her copy of the local paper under her arm, took the proffered bag and
thanked the shop keeper, before her left the shop and made her way back to her
apartment. It was a good day, and she
was feeling good in herself – especially as she stepped into the second floor
corridor and saw her neighbour Dan leaving his apartment.
Dan was about
the same age as he, and very good looking, as she walked up and said “hello Dan
– doing anything tonight?”
“No – nothing
in particular,” he said quietly as he tried to avoid looking at her.
“Well, I know
this nice little Italian place – fancy going for a meal,” she said as she
smiled at him, her fingers running through her long dark hair as she looked
through her glasses.
“Ssssorry, I
have to go,” he stammered as he walked off, Ruth looking after him with a
mixture of desire and regret.
“One day,”
she said to herself as she entered her apartment, put the groceries away, and
then selected one of her private collections of DVDs to put on. Opening a bottle of wine and pouring herself
a glass, she watched as the home invasion scene started to be played out, the
two men carefully and methodically binding and gagging the young housewife.
As she
watched, Ruth imagined herself as the housewife, writhing around, unable to
stop the men from pulling her clothes open, imagining it was Dan doing that to
her.
Two months
now – two months she had felt this way, and it was beginning to feel as if the
chance to tell him her fantasies, her desires, would never arise. She picked up the paper and flipped through
it – and then she saw the ad.
Tired of the same boring routine?
Every fantasised of something daring and dangerous occurring? How about spicing
up your life with a special adventure, which will be just for you. We can
arrange for a special intruder who will visit where you live for one evening
and play out a fantasy for you!
You may just want the thrill of just
being held prisoner, or perhaps you would like a romantic captor. For the very
daring, the intruder will be as erotic as you wish. When it is time for the
intruder to leave, you will be left in such a way that you will be able to get
free. So don’t delay, call PLEASE-CAPTURE-ME for that very special night.
“Well, if I
can’t get the real thing,” she said as she picked up the phone, and started to
talk to the woman at the other end.
“So allow me
to recap Ruth,” the woman said, “you wish to be left naked, a large ball gag,
your legs frog tied with leather straps, your arms in a leather armbinder and a
crotch rope attached to the end.”
Ruth nodded,
smiling as she said “and the man does what he desires, up to a little physical
harm – say a flogger, but no real hurt.”
“Of course –
this is within our operating rules, but a way out with the employment of an
armbinder is difficult.”
Playing with
her hair, Ruth giggled as she said “can I ask for something really difficult?”
“And that
would be?”
“I would love
to be discovered by my dream man – tall, strong, caring,” Ruth said with a
sigh, “but rescue is not the right word.
Taken and fucked out of my mind would be the right word.”
“And this
dream man looks like?”
Ruth
described Dan as she imagined him taking her helpless body for everything she
had to give.
“I think we
have everything then – as always, our guarantee is total satisfaction or no
charge. Do you wish us to fulfil your
fantasy, Ruth Wilson?”
“Yes,” she
breathed out as she closed her eyes.
“Then you
will hear from us,” the woman said as the line went dead, as she started to
stroke between her legs...
“Hi Dan.”
Dan turned
round to see Ruth standing there, wearing a purple dress with a pink and white
floral print and a thin belt, dark tights, a grey cardigan and a pair of tan leather
boots.
“OH – hello
Ruth,” he said quietly, “I’m just going out I’m afraid.”
“That’s all
right – listen, why don’t you come round tonight. I can make a meal for us if you want.”
Dan just
shook his head and walked quickly away, as Ruth sighed and unlocked her front
door. Her yellow necklace moved on her
chest, the beads clicking against each other as she closed the door and put her
bag down.
“Another
month,” she said to herself as she walked into her front room, and looked
around. “Well,” she finally said, “A
meal, a bottle of wine, and awwhthhllll?”
A large
gloved hand had suddenly clamped itself over her mouth, and another hand was
holding a very real and very large knife in front of Ruth, as a male voice
whispered “don’t say a word, little lady.
Just stay nice and quiet, all right?”
“Llrrttt,”
Ruth mumbled as she looked at the blade, glistening in the dim light.
“Good – I’m
going to take my hand away, and you are going to keep your mouth open,
understand?”
Ruth nodded,
and as the hand was taken away she wondered what was going to happen next. She was therefore shocked as a large red ball
was pushed into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart as leather straps were
fastened around her cheeks to keep it in place.
“Do not try
to remove this,” the voice said, “now take off your glasses and hand them to me.”
“Whtsgnnggg,”
she mumbled as she slowly reached up and took her glasses off, folding the legs
and handing them to the man behind her.
“Very good –
now, take that dress off.”
“Pllssudnthfftt...”
“Take it
off,” the man said as she saw the blade again, “or I cut it off.”
Nodding,
trying to remain calm, Ruth unfastened the belt and let it drop to the floor,
and then unzipped the dress and let it drop off.
“Your rings
and watch,” he whispered as she stood in her bra, panties, boots and tights,
“take them off and put them in this plastic bag.”
She removed
the jewellery and watch, as well as her necklace, and placed them in the bag,
before she heard the sound of a leather bag opening.
“Put your
hands behind your back.”
Breathing
slowly, she moved her arms behind her, wondering if he would use rope or tape,
unable to believe this was happening to her.
How did he get in? Did anyone see
him? And why does that feel as if I am
putting on my tight leather boots?
With a start,
she realised he was using a leather armbinder to hold her arms together behind
her back, the limbs forced together as the soft leather was tightened round
them. She squealed as her arms were
forced together, and then leather straps passed across her chest, forcing her
arms against her back.
“My my,” the
voice said as she saw the gloved hands reach round and start to caress her
chest, “such lovely breasts. Say thank
you sir.”
“Fnkusrrr,”
Ruth said, still not quite believing this was happening, as he massaged and
teased on her chest, and then took the knife.
With three quick cuts, the bra came away, and he started to squeeze her
nipples as she tried not to respond.
That was
doomed to failure, as she closed her eyes and moaned in response to his
attentions. Even the pain as he squeezed
seemed to add to the pleasure.
“Your bedroom
– which way?”
Ruth motioned
with her head as the man walked her towards the door, and then pushed her onto
the bed, dropping a flag on the floor beside it. She could not stop him as he slapped her bottom,
and then removed her boots, her hose, her knickers...
“Hswttlrddd”
she called out as he smacked her bare bottom, and then caressed it, and she
felt his lips kiss her there as he bent her right leg back. Wondering what he was doing, or what he
looked like, she turned her head to see a black clad man, with a mask over his
eyes, take a large leather strap and use it to secure her right ankle to the
back of her thigh.
A second
strap was fastened around her leg, as Ruth suddenly realised – this was her fantasy! The firm has come through!
As the man
walked round and frog tied her other leg, she moaned and tried to move, a line
of drool appearing at the side of her mouth and slowly making its way down her
chin. He then reached into the bag, and
took out a leather strap.
“You are a
very naughty girl, Miss Wilson,” he said as he slapped the strap on her naked
bum, Ruth nodding and saying “ysssrrmehffnfrr?”
“Very naughty
indeed,” he said as he slapped the leather down on eh regain, and she started
to moan, to give in to the pleasure of her situation...
This went on
for an hour, as he slapped her, groped her, and massaged her body until she had
a full orgasm.
“Now,” he
said as he made her kneel, and wrapped some rope around her arms and upper
body, forcing her breasts out even more before he took the rope down, and
pulled it back between her legs, tying it to the ring at the end of the
armbinder, “your purse?”
“Nfrrntrmm,”
she whispered, falling onto her side as she looked at the silver duct tape pads
covering her nipples, and listening as he moved around, and then looked in.
“Enjoy the
night – I’m sure someone will come and find you,” he said, Ruth nodding as she
heard him walk out.
The door did
not close, so Ruth started to use the rope to stimulate herself, hoping he
would return soon as the hunk, the perfect rescuer. Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Twenty.
“Hmggddehpphscmngg,”
she moaned after half an hour, but there was still no sign of him, and she
wanted release, even as she kept moving round, the ropes teasing on her damp and
ready clit..
Ninety minutes
passed, Ruth closing her eyes and wondering if anything would ever happen,
before she finally heard the door of her apartment close.
“Fnlleee,”
she moaned, but then she heard Dan call out “Ruth? Are you all right? I just had a call to say someone had broken
into your apartment, and the door was open...”
“Oh god no,
not like this,” she thought as she tried to move, and the rope rubbed again,
making her moan out loud even as she did not want to.
“Ruth – are
you in...” Dan came into the bedroom and
saw Ruth lying there, her legs frog tied and apart, the rope between her legs
dark and moist where it had been rubbing, her arms pinned behind her and the
leather straps crossing between her breasts, her mouth held open by the large
red ball gag.
“Hmmgddplsddnnfnkmmbd,”
Ruth said as she looked at Dan, and then noticed the noticeable bulge in his
trousers. She stared as he walked slowly
over to the bed, unsure of what was going on, until he leaned over and gently
kissed her neck, and then her eyes as she closed them, before he moved down and
started to kiss her breasts.
“Hmmmmm,” she
whispered as he removed the tape and gently sucked on her nipples, his tongue
caressing over them, and then climbed onto the bed, moving her legs apart as he
unfastened and let his pants fall to his knees.
She looked at
his member, throbbing as it grew, and slowly nodded, as Dan removed the rope
from between her legs with the knife by the bed, and slipped in, moving smoothly
as Ruth threw her head back and moaned even more loudly, the two starting to
move as one...
“Ahhh,” Dan
eventually said as he lay on the bed, and put his arm around Ruth’s body, her
head resting on his chest. “That was...”
“Eknww,” Ruth
said as she looked at him.
“Here,” he
said a she unbuckled and removed the gag, “now why don’t you tell me what
happened?”
“I’m sorry
you found me like this – you see, there was this ad saying they could fulfil my
fantasies, and...”
“And yours
involved been tied and gagged in this way?”
“Well, yes –
you see, I...”
“Ruth,” Dan
said as he stroked her cheek, “don’t apologise.
Finding you like this tonight has helped me as well. You see, I’ve been crazy about you for some
time, but...”
“But?”
“I’ve been
married before,” Dan said, “and three years ago, my wife – well she tried to
kill me. We were making love, and she
stabbed me in the back.”
He turned to
the side, Ruth seeing the scars between his shoulder blades.
“They
healed,” he said as he rolled back, "but I guess I’ve had trust issues,
and I haven’t been able to perform with a woman since.”
“Where is
she?”
“Prison – I
divorced her, but... Anyway, I’m glad
you responded to the ad, and I’m glad I found you like that. It never occurred to me that, if I could get
the woman helpless and unable to do anything, then...”
Ruth looked
at him, and said “Well, I have fantasies of been held captive, gagged, and
taken, and I think you’re cute as well.
Maybe... Maybe we can help each
other?”
“I’d like
that – if you would,” Dan said as he leaned over and gently kissed her lips,
Ruth closing her eyes as she responded.
“Dan – come
in,” Ruth said the next day as Dan knocked on the door.
“What’s up?”
“That ad – I
tried calling the number again, and it doesn’t exist anymore. I went and bought a paper, and it wasn’t in
the other copy.”
“You mean
they targeted you?”
“If so,
why? Anyway, I put this on my Facebook
page.”
Dan looked at
the post on the screen. “Fantasy
Fulfilment – if you know what that means, PM me.”
“Think you’ll
get a response?”
“Who
knwssmmmmwhtrudnngg,” Ruth said as Dan pressed a length of duct tape over her
mouth.
“Wait and
see,” he said as he pulled her chair away from the screen, not noticing as a PM
sign came up...
********
“Isla? Isla is that you?”
Isla Brown
didn’t answer her mother – instead, she ran up to her bedroom and closed the
door, throwing herself onto the bed and burying her head into her arms as the
tears came.
There was a
knock on the door, and her mother Joan came in.
“Isla, did they make fun of you again today?”
“It’s not
that Mum,” the seventeen year old said as she looked up, “I just don’t seem to
appear on his radar at all. It’s as if
he doesn’t even know I am there...”
“I know it’s
hard,” her mother said as she stoked Isla’s long brown hair away from her face,
“but if he’s the right one for you, he’s noticing you. It just might be he’s too scared to see
what’s standing in front of him.”
“But what
would it take mum? I’ve lived next door
to him for ten years now, and I still haven’t even been able to say hello to
him. I mean, does it need me to be in
danger and him to ride in like a white knight?”
She saw a
look in her mother’s eyes, before Joan said “perhaps you just need to be put
together socially.”
“No mum – I
need to do this myself,” Isla said as she sat up, took a tissue from a box and
dried her eyes, “I’ll figure something out.”
“Well, if
you’re sure,” Joan said as she stood up.
Leaving the room, she walked down the stairs, while Isla looked at the
advert in the local paper, and then took out her mobile phone, dialling
quietly.
“Fantasy Fulfilment
– how may we serve you?”
“Hello – is
it possible for you to fulfil any fantasy?”
“It is
indeed,” the female voice said on the phone, “so long as it is within legal
guidelines.”
“Well,” Isla
said quietly, “there’s this really cute boy next door, but I can’t seem to get
him to notice me. I was wondering if it
would be possible for me to be – well, robbed, like a home invasion, and left
so that he could find me and rescue me?”
“Well, that
sounds like the standard Damsel in Distress package,” the woman said, “so how
exactly would you be left?”
“This is
going to sound strange?”
“Trust me –
nothing is strange to Fantasy Fulfilment.”
“Well – have
you ever seen Carry On Cleo?”
“Indeed –
Amanda Barrie in the carpet?”
“Precisely –
I guess my fantasy would be for someone to try and kidnap me, and roll me in a
rug, and then to be freed...”
“Very well
then – shall we proceed, Miss Isla Brown?”
“Yes – and
thank you,” she said as she ended the call, laughing to herself and hoping it
would be the boy next door who found her.
“Are you sure
you’re going to be all right Isla,” Joan said as she looked at herself in the
mirror. She then buttoned her long black
cardigan over her knee length floral print dress, and turned to look at her
daughter.
“Come on Mum
– I’m seventeen,” Isla said as she rolled her eyes, “and it’s just until
tomorrow morning.” The young girl was
wearing a short sleeved white lace top and cream coloured shorts with buttons
up the front, her long brown hair falling down her shoulders.
“All right
then – I’ll see you later,” Joan said as she picked up her overnight bag and
car keys, and then went out, Isla waving from the door just as the boy next
door was going back into his house. She
smiled at him, and then went back inside, heading to the front room and putting
on some music.
“Well, the
place to myself,” she said quietly as she sat on the couch, putting her legs up
as she leaned against one corner and picked up a book, “time to just sit back
and whtthlllll?”
Her eyes shot
open as a leather gloved hand was clamped over her mouth, and as she reached up
to try and pull it away a second hand grabbed both her wrists holding them
together as a deep male voice said “Not a word, little one – you don’t want to
hurt yourself, do you?”
“Nnnn,” Isla
said as she shook her head, feeling his firm grip on her slender wrists.
“Good, good –
I’m going to take my hands away, and I want you to lie face down, and then put
your wrists behind your back.
Co-operate, and this will be pleasant.
Resist or try to raise the alarm, and it will not, understand?”
She nodded,
and then as she was released she slowly turned herself over and lay down, crossing
her wrists behind her back.
“Who are
you,” she whispered as she heard a sound like ripping, and then felt something
sticking to her left wrist before they were forced together, held tightly in
place.
“You’ll find
out soon enough,” the man said as she felt something being patted onto her
wrists, and then her ankles being crossed, before they were held together by
whatever he was using on her wrists.
She was then
made to sit up, her eyes widening as she saw the man standing in front of
her. He was dressed in black, with a
stocking pulled down over his head, and in his hand was a large roll of silver
duct tape.
Saying
nothing, he walked behind and sat on the couch, sticking the end of the tape to
her arm before he wound it tightly around her body, taking it above and below
her chest as Isla felt her breasts been forced up and out. It was a new, strange feeling for her, and
under the fear an undercurrent of excitement was starting to build.
“he then
knelt by her side, taping her legs together above and below her knees, before
he took a cloth from his pocket and folded it.
“Please, just
tell me what you want,” Isla said, “I’ll tell you where it is, whatever it is.”
“What I want,
little lady,” he said as he looked at Isla, “is you. Open your mouth.”
“Oh god, no,
PLEASE NOSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Isla said as the folded cloth was pushed into her
mouth, and then strip after strip of the silver tape was pressed down over her
mouth,
“Wait there,”
the masked man said as he left, Isla wriggling and trying to find some way to
free herself – and then she saw him carry in a large Persian rug, which he
rolled out on the floor.
“Hmggddtssthm,”
she said to herself, but before anything else could happen there was the sound
of a car pulling up outside, Isla hearing the front door open and close before
she heard her mother say “Would you believe it – half an hour down the road and
I realised I had forgotten something, where are you, Is....”
“Not a word,”
the man said as he stepped out from behind Joan and covered her mouth with his
hand, her eyes wide as she looked at her daughter. Joan nodded slowly as the man said “Open your
mouth as wide as possible.”
Nodding, Isla
was watching as he stuffed a cloth into her mother’s mouth, and then smoothed
several strips of tape over her lips.
“Now,” he said quietly, “stand still and put your hands by your sides,
palms against your hips.”
“Mssrrmmhhjmpdmm,”
Isla said, unable to explain this was just a fantasy enactment as the man tore
the end of one roll of tape free, stuck it to the outside of Joan’s left wrist,
and then wound it around her body, slowly moving upwards as he forced her arms
into her sides and covered the black cardigan and the dress, until he reached
her neck.
Producing a
second roll, he then worked down her legs, until he had turned Joan into a
silver mummy, only her feet and head showing, her mouth also taped shut.
Strangely,
Isla could see a funny look in her mother’s eyes, as if... As if she was actually enjoying this?
“Now don’t
move,” the man said as he left Joan
standing there, and then walked over, picking Isla up and laying her on one end
of the mat before he started to toll her up in it, her eyesight blocked by the
rug itself, but he left enough room for her to be able to breathe fairly
normally. She could hear a rasping sound
as the rug was tightened around her in several places – and then her mother’s
muffled calls fading as footsteps left the room.
“I thought
they were going to leave a way out of this for me,” Isla said as she wriggled
round, feeling warmer as she did so – but also beginning to feel very strange
indeed, as the rug rubbed on her chest, the feeling of confinement only seeming
to increase her excitement as she tried to control her breathing. The more she moved, however, the more excited
she got, until she started to moan as she struggled in the rug, wondering what
else was going on.
She was also
feeling very damp – especially between her legs, as she felt the warmth there
as well, like an itch she just could not scratch, making her feel giddy,
excited, shocked even as she started to slowly move to and fro. She could just about hear her mother, but
even that was lost in her own moans, as she realised somehow her body was
reacting to her situation – and in a way she was enjoying immensely.
Suddenly,
without warning, she started to shake, and she screamed into her gag as she
writhed around, not noticing at first that the bands holding the rug around her
seemed to have loosened and fell away.
Eventually,
however, she lay still, a warm glow running through her as she heard footsteps.
“Isla? Mrs Brown?
Are you in here – someone knocked on my door and said the front door was
open?”
“Mfrrhrr,”
Isla called out, as she heard the boy next door saying “Oh my,” and then she
was rolled on the floor, emerging as he looked at her.
“Who did this
to you,” he said as he peeled the tape away from her mouth as gently as he
could, and then took the cloth from her mouth.
“I... I’ll explain later...”
“Tommy – my
name’s Tommy Isla, although I wish you’d asked me years ago.”
“Sorry –
guess I was too tied up in myself,” Isla said, and then started laughing as
Tommy picked up a pair of scissors, and started to cut her free.
“Listen,”
Isla said as the last band of tape was removed, “I can’t explain now, but this
was just a game that went a little too far.
Will you let me buy you a coffee later, and I’ll explain then?”
“Sure – I’d
like that,” Tommy said before he gave Isla a little kiss. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m fine –
I’ll see you at three?”
Tommy nodded
as Isla showed him out, closing the door behind him and then sighing.
“Lttlhhphr?”
“Oh god –
Mum,” Isla said as she took the stairs two at a time, and found her mother
lying on her bed, a silver mummy, her hair all over the place.
“Mum, I’m so
so sorry,” she said as he removed the tape and eased the cloth from her mouth,
“there was this ad for fulfilling dreams, I called them up, forgot about it...”
“Isla,” Joan
said quietly, “I need to confess something to you as well...”
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