I showed up at her apartment ready for some fun. I had my goodies in a duffle bag. I knocked on her door and stood in anticipation on her front porch. She opened the door and stood confidently in the doorway wearing only short shorts and a lace bra.
‘Welcome. Please come in.’ She said sweetly.
‘Thank you.’ I said as I walked into her foyer. ‘You look amazing! Even better than your pictures. I’m really looking forward to tonight.’
‘What’s in the bag?’ she asked.
‘Mostly rope and and a few surprises.’ I replied.
She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. ‘That’s very thoughtful, but I have my own rope.’
‘You want me to tie you up with your rope? I’d prefer to use mine, but I’ll give your’s a try.’
She smiled. ‘You’re confused. You will be the only one getting tied up. You’re going to be my submissive little good boy tonight.’
‘I don’t submit. I dominate.’ I said sternly.
She walked slowly towards me and pressed her body against mine. She started gently kissing and nibbling my neck. It felt so good. She worked her way up to my ear and as she subtly bit and licked my earlobe I momentarily forgot where I was. Then suddenly she grabbed my hair tightly and whispered, ‘You’ll submit to me.’
She kneed me in the balls very hard. I screamed and fell to my knees clutching my testicles and trying to catch my breath. The pain was immense. She momentarily left the room and went into the kitchen. She returned about 15 seconds later. As she approached I noticed a rag hanging out of her waistband.
She quickly moved behind me and jumped on my back, wrapping her right arm around my neck and locking me in a choke hold. She leaned back and pulled me on top of her, then she wrapped her legs tightly around my torso. She was incredibly strong. I was struggling to get any air at all.
I could feel her move her head to the side of mine and she said emphatically, ‘You will submit to me.’
She loosened her grip slightly to allow me to respond. ‘No, I will not.’
Then I heard her laugh gleefully and devilishly. She tightened her hold even even harder than before, completely cutting off my breathing. I grabbed at her right arm and tried with all my might to pry it from my neck. Finally I was successful and was able to get a few seconds of breath. I pulled on her arm again and was able to get a few more centimeters of freedom. I could feel her grip weakening and I was about to break her hold.
But then she used her left hand to grab the cloth from her waistband and she pressed it firmly against my mouth and nose. I could smell the chloroform and knew I would be unconscious soon. My last thought was what kind of trouble I would be in when I woke up. I blacked out.
