Gym Rats Make Great Pets. (Closed for DarkWarrioress)

[DarkWarrioress]

The shower seemed to help. I kept it relatively short. I just needed some alone time but knew if you didn’t want to give me that time, you wouldn’t have. I finished up, found a clean tee shirt of yours that came halfway down my thighs. Still too short for me, but a girl’s gotta make due with what she has at her disposal, right? Running my fingers through my hair, I made my way out to living room again, sniffed and stopped short. There you stood, a plate in each hand and offering me one. Pizza! My mouth watered. The plate you handed to me was stacked high and I gave you this quizzical look. Did you expect me to eat all that?

"I didn't know what you liked. So, I ordered pretty much everything: Supreme, Hawaiian, normal Pepperoni, Pepperoni and Sausage, I'm pretty sure I even have a Veggie Lovers pizza around here. Oh yeah, that's the one on top...."

I found the Hawaiian one just underneath the Supreme and I tugged it out, biting into it. My eyes closed in delight. I even let out a small moan.

“So, good,” I managed to say, “I’m good, Tyler. Pizza’s good.”

It was nice of him to offer to cook though. I worked my way through that mound of pizza, surprisingly enough. By the time I was finished, I felt like I was lapsing into a carb coma. The evening had gone remarkably well, all things considered. I was still stewing over Melissa though. I remember wishing you a good night before I padded down the hallway to the bedroom and just, fell into bed. I think I was asleep by the time my head hit the pillow.

I woke up snuggled up to something warm and firm. Frowning, I cracked my eyes open to find myself draped all over you. A distraught sound of surprise left my lips as I hurriedly untangled myself and scooted to the far side of the bed. What in the world had I been thinking????!!! I picked up a pillow and hugged it, but trust me, I was tempted to smack you with it. Then I groaned. Today you have things being delivered from Amazon and I promised to stay in the room and be quiet. Graaaah! I slid down on the bed and throwing the pillow over my head as I did so. My quiet grumbles were muffled by the pillow. I wasn’t looking forward to today and not really looking forward to anything you have incoming from that other web site. You seem to have this image of me that you want me to accept and it’s definitely not me at all.

I am beginning to realize that I need to tread carefully around you, especially when I open my mouth. You seem to feel you need to prove me wrong. I haven’t cared for the lessons so far. Right now, I’m wondering if I can sneak off this bed without waking you and ---- no, better not chance it. There’s a ball gag and bindings with my name on them if I am not successful. Patience. I need to have patience.

 

[dryfter]

I chuckle softly as you finally show off what a voracious appetite you have. It seems that my gift of the bathrobe had gone unnoticed, as you were standing before me again in one of my ill fitting tee shirts that only barely hid your sex from view. That was fine, I loved this vision of you dearly as well. The sound of a soft moan, almost sexual in my own mind, caused a small shiver to run through me as you enjoyed your feast. You weren't the only one feeling tired in the waning hours of the evening and the carbs took over. With any luck, we'd both be able to burn off the calories tomorrow....

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My eyes cracked open slightly as I give you a crooked grin. At some point last evening, you had decided to get more than just comfortable, you were "friendly" to say the least in the way you wrapped your tight little frame around my own. I only wish now that I could have been more awake and aware to enjoy it. Instead, I had to settle for my imagination even as I watch you disentangle yourself from me and scoot away in alarm. With a soft groan, I do my best not to chuckle as you bury your head beneath a pillow.

Rising to my feet, I give your exposed ass a soft slap as long as you'd left yourself open. A few minutes later, and I'd slid into a normal pair of blue jeans and the button down shirt you had used yesterday. After all, now it smelled like you. That should keep me in a good mood all day. For a moment, I thought of giving you a verbal warning, a reminder of your promise to me, as I know the house is going to be rather busy today. Instead, my eyes find yours as I gaze at your seriously, as if pondering what I should actually do with you. In silence, I turn and head out to the kitchen, silently closing the bedroom door behind me as I went.

Eggs and bacon were great, but I was going to make something a little more well rounded this morning. The kitchen briefly echoing with the sound of vegetables being diced. More than once, I heard shuffling outside of my front door as I imagined packages were being dropped off. But thankfully, it wasn't until I was presenting you with a freshly cooked omelet that the doorbell rang for the first time. I quickly rose and left you enjoy your cheesy ham, green pepper and onion filled eggs as moments later I could be heard directing someone past the bedroom you were in, and down the hallway to an empty room. Time seemed to race by without much incident for now, as each piece of equipment was assembled and installed right there on the spot.

Of course, the new gym wasn't the only room in the house that had gotten busy. When the 80 inch flatscreen arrived, I had it delivered right into the last remaining room. From there, I started going through the Amazon packages I knew you would like. A brand new Xbox, a PlayStation 5, and every single game I could find from Madden 26 to Mortal Kombat. I can't wait to see the surprise on your face when you see them. I doubt you're going to be bored any time soon.

The basement too, was in the process of changing. Of course, nobody asked about the strange crate in the middle of the concrete floor. There was nothing unusual about it anyway, so I took my time moving it out of the way as packages arrived one after another. These were the kind that I didn't need or want help unpacking however. I'd rather not have the pretty little brunette UPS girl get all shocked as she opened up the sybian machine I had ordered just for you. Not to mention some of the other things. Even now, I began to eye up the supports to see which one would be the most appropriate to hang the sex swing off of. Of course, we'd have to work ourselves up to that. You needed to be broken down a little first, at least until I could see that desire for escape fade from your eyes just a little.

It was good that you were fiery. In fact, I loved that about you. But I had no intention of being the one who got burned. Instead, I'll make sure you burn for me rather than simply burn me.

And that wasn't something that was going to happen overnight. That was ok. I had time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The “friendly” swat on my ass makes me yelp and throw aside the pillow to glare at you. It was a wasted gesture if you ask me. All I saw was your back heading into the walk-in closet. Sitting back against the headboard of the bed, arms folded over my chest, our eyes met and held as you walked out of the closet, dressed. I found myself biting my lower lip as you nonchalantly made for the door and left. My brows drew together thoughtfully, unable to decipher that look you gave me as you softly closed the door behind you. It was only after you left that I allowed myself to sigh. I mean, what was the alternative? Tied to the bed with that damn ball gag shoved between my teeth. Hell no. Jumping out of bed, I started to pace the room. I needed something to occupy my mind or I was going to go stir-crazy all day. I made up the bed and picked up whatever clothes I found lying around, tossing them in the laundry basket.

When the bedroom door opened again, the smell of food hit me first and made my stomach growl. You handed me a plate with breakfast on it and I could feel my mouth water. My head perked up when I heard the doorbell rang and just for a moment, my mind calculated whether I could dash past you in a moment of surprise and get that door open. No, now was not the time. Instead, I dug into the food on my plate as you left the room again, closing that damn door and I could hear you talking to someone outside in the hall. I could shout for help. I knew I could and leave you to explain why, but then, I thought about the consequences of my actions and while I didn’t know you all that well? I knew you well enough to know that there would be consequences and I wouldn’t like them. I gave an inward sigh and concentrated on my breakfast. I also reminded myself that I had promised and I don’t like breaking my promises… to anyone. Even you.

I left my empty plate on the beside table and stretched out on top of the bed, folding my hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling as I listened to what was going on outside the door. Wondering what exactly you have ordered from Amazon or from any place else, for that matter. It gave me the creeps just thinking about it. I also wondered why no one had come looking for me, not that I would know. I had no access to the tv or the internet since I found myself with you.

Then my thoughts turned to you. Why. Why did you have this… seemingly obsession with me? What had I done to draw your attention to me in the first place. You weren’t a bad guy, not at heart. You’ve taken care of me. The sex? Not so great. I’m still trying to figure out why my body did one thing and my mind another. It was strange. You held me when I cried and didn’t take advantage of me. At that low point, I must admit, I might have let you. I never felt so alone in my life before and your arms around me felt so good. Like… someone cared about me.

 

[dryfter]

The day seemed to rush by in an exhausting, noisy blur. Not only did I have to supervise the installers who were as busy as a private little army tearing open crates and boxes to assemble various expensive pieces of exercise equipment, but every so often I had to slip away to not only check on you but conduct my own installations in the last empty room. Thankfully I had more than enough hands on deck when I needed a hand hoisting the enormous flatscreen onto the wall mount I had installed. From there, it was just trying to maintain order and avoid a rat's nest of cords as they descended towards their respective consoles. I was certain that the one enormous tv wouldn't be enough to impress you, so as soon as I had finished with the installation, I was off to check the progress of the gym before starting right in on a second one.

And then there was the basement.

I grinned every time I thought about it. That was next on my list, and I wouldn't be wanting help down there. Not with what I'd be unboxing. Every so often, I made sure to return to the kitchen to retrieve bottled water and snacks to pass out. Each time I disappeared for a few minutes, not that anybody noticed. I couldn't have you getting too miserable, so I made sure her room was a part of the supply run. With any luck, the hired hands won't be here too much longer......

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It was midafternoon before things finally settled down. As the last crisp bill was passed to the last expectant hand, I made sure to thank them all for their hard work as the work crew departed for wherever they had come from. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my neighbor on his front porch. I did my damnedest to ignore him, not even giving him the courtesy of eye contact as he watched the procession of trucks slowly leaving my driveway. Turning my back on it all, I closed the door behind me and gave the deadbolt lock a firm twist.

Yeah, I bet you'd like to know what's going on. Snoopy bastard. None of your fucking business. That reminds me: got to get the locks changed on the damned doors.

"You can come out now, Faith."

It had been hours. I was sure you'd need to relieve yourself at the very least, but even if you didn't I had to let you know that I didn't expect you to remain cooped up in my room any longer than you had to. I could hear the hinges of the door creaking ever so softly.

"You kept your promise. Good girl. Now follow me, I have something I would like to show you."

I could barely contain my excitement. I hoped you would like what you were about to see, or at the very least, it would serve to keep you entertained here.

I barely even realize that I'm touching you, having seized your wrist in my excitement to tug you along, until we both stand before the renovated guest room. The larger of the two, it now bristled with steel and aluminum, weight racks and expensive machinery lined neatly along the walls. Anything I thought you would need I purchased without a second thought, using the memory of Planet Fitness as my guide. All I had to worry about was the limited space I had to work with. Still, if I was only buying one of each type of machine or free-standing equipment, even I was impressed by just how much had been installed.

And that wasn't even all. Even as I scrutinized your face to see your reaction like an almost expectant child, I knew the day of surprises wasn't over. As you took in the sight of the gym, I moved silently to the room across the hallway, fingertips giving a soft nudge until the door moved inward. Vibrant light and color poured out of the room and into the hallway where it was certain to grab your attention.

Two huge flatscreen tv's took up most of the wall space in this room, each hooked up to multiple consoles, while a shelving system in one corner of the room boasted multiple more. Everything from Atari to the Sega Genesis to the most current gaming consoles could be found here.

"I'm still working on getting games for some of the older systems. But I bet you'd find some you'd like in that box over there. That's where I put the PS5 and Xbox games I bought."

I wasn't about to mention just yet....what awaited you downstairs. That could come later, much later.

I wanted much more than just your appreciation after all.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Through the closed door I could hear the muted sounds of men walking, talking and banging on things. Did I forget the swear words? Oh yeah, there was that in plethora. I also have to admit, that I was curious. Hell, I was strongly curious. What the hell was going on out there. Several times during the day, my fingers wrapped around the doorknob and my curiosity’s itch almost got the better of me. What stopped me was thoughts of you. Right now, I knew, you were on this, this, sexual odyssey with my body, okay, to be fair, with me as well. However, I’m still not into it. You fucking took advantage of my kidnapping. Am I starting to buy into what you told me? That someone out there was out to ruin me, to turn my life into an explosive mess? Yeah. I’ve thought about it and I believe you, at least where that is concerned. I still don’t get this fascination you have with me. Afterall, I’m hardly a treasure. There are probably a lot of girls out there willing to be what you want. Prettier and sexier too.

So, like a good girl, I simply paced your room and thought about things. Many things, including my current situation. It was about… midday I think when I finally heard your voice.

"You can come out now, Faith."

Never were there more precious words to my ears. I slowly opened the door to see you standing there while I did the pee-pee dance.

“I gotta go.”

I rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me while I took care of private business. While I was there, I discovered my monthly had started. Damn. I hoped you stocked up just to be safe. I searched the bathroom cabinets until I found a box of tampons. Opening the bathroom door, there you were again. Geez.

"You kept your promise. Good girl. Now follow me, I have something I would like to show you."

Before I could even breathe, you had snatched my wrist and were tugging me along. It was a different you I was seeing. Like a kid during Christmas. We stood in the doorway of one of your other bedrooms. I looked around, dazed, before stepping deeper into the room. All around me was shiny new exercise equipment. One of almost everything there could possibly be or at least, what could fit into the room. Stepping further inside, I ran my hand over a piece or two. I have to confess, I was excited. I have missed going to the gym and working out. Turning slowly, my eyes found yours. In mine, was a river of excitement and surprise.

“Tyler--- how—I mean, this stuff is not inexpensive. It must have cost you a small fortune.”

Of course I knew that you would be working out too so it wasn’t all for me, but damn, but that wasn’t the end of your surprises.

I followed you across the hall to another room that had been empty. Stepping over the threshold, I stopped in sheer astonishment. The room was a gamer’s dream. Again, my eyes sought you out. This time, I knew this room had been made with me in mind.

"I'm still working on getting games for some of the older systems. But I bet you'd find some you'd like in that box over there. That's where I put the PS5 and Xbox games I bought."

“I—I don’t know what to say. You did this all for me? But—why?”

I was just as excited to see all this. Things to do to keep me occupied. I stood just a long, hot, minute before rushing across the space and throwing my arms around your neck, hugging you close.

“Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before…..Thank you.”

The thank you was hard for me. I still felt so much damn resentment at being here with you against my will. Still, in the face of it all, my resentment took a backseat for the moment. I knew I was always going to feel like a caged bird, but I hadn’t given up hope. Not yet.

Very much aware of the tampon shoved up inside of me, I wonder if this is a good time to tell you about it.

 

[dryfter]

The rest of the evening was spent getting you acclimated. From there, we did everything and anything you wanted to do with the new and exciting toys I had purchased just for us to enjoy. The basement could come later, after all, I hadn't even had time to properly set it up just yet. Instead I laughed as you zipped right past me in MarioKart. Thankfully it had proven itself enough of a distraction that I've had time to think on your questions. Questions that I had always known you would ask, and now that you had I found the usual dread washing over me once more. I was careful to not let it show on my face, just my game play. I could at least pass that off as being an amateur.

“I—I don’t know what to say. You did this all for me? But—why?”

I've certainly told you enough times. I think you know the answer to that question by now, and if I spew it at you again, would it just rekindle the discomfort and anger you felt towards me just two evenings ago? Yeah, I might deserve it, but I'm still willing to go so much farther than just possessively taking you to truly make you mine. I know it will take time, but I can't help but feel impatient every time I look at you. How can you be the only person in the world who doesn't see how desirable you are? Ok....you and Melissa....who only sees you as a threat. For a moment I can feel my own bile rise up in my throat. That kind of woman is exactly what makes it hard to answer your other question. How could I afford all this?

Money changes people. I didn't have any further than myself to look and see that. An awkward teenager, now a multi-millionaire investor who actually thinks he can own another human being and is willing to use that very money and influence to do so. Just how would you react if I told you? Would you all of a sudden find me much more attractive than you did a minute ago? Fall to your knees and offer to serve me right there as you eagerly reached for my cock, the game behind you all but forgotten? No thank you. I'd seen my fill of women who treated me like a wallet with legs. You were going to see me as a human being if it was the last thing I fucking did. Your captor, your oppressor, your tormentor, all of those were better than being seen as that.

Your Master, your Daddy, your Sir.

I desperately hurled a turtle shell at your retreating go kart, scowling slightly but not at the fact that you were beating me in our first game together. Why the hell had you chosen MarioKart anyway? The fruitless action did nothing to hide the sudden surge of heated arousal I felt. Perhaps it was time, I had given you all of yesterday and most of today to rest up and recover from your capture and subsequent deflowering. A furtive glance to my side not only shows me just how excited and happy this game system seems to be making you, but soothes my heart and lust just a little as I notice that the chafing on your wrists seem to have faded into mild bruising instead of the angry red it had been. I had a pair of cuffs that would secure those slender limbs of yours, as well as restraints that would bind you from the elbow all the way down to your wrists, limiting the amount of damage they could inflict if you decided to.....resist again.

You would resist, of that I was sure. I had yet to even begin breaking you down and molding you into the woman you could be. The woman I desired you to be. But for now, the woman I desired you to be or at least this part of her, was beating my ass in a video game I hadn't played since my dad was still alive. I couldn't help but laugh as you turned to me, excitement written clearly all over your face, and if the mockery I had heard about from your former friends was directed at me now, I would be ready.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. Now on to the next one! Your choice! System and game, let's go!"

I rather liked this side of you, had dreamed of having this chance to be this close to you. I had envied those you had called friends for too long and I was loathe to put an end to this evening by letting my lust spiral out of control. Again, patience, the word rippled through my mind like a mantra. You were a multi-faceted girl, it wouldn't do to destroy you all for my own greed, envy, and lust. Certainly not when this part of you looked so radiant.

I would have to make sure you knew that all this and more would be open to you. And all I would ask for in return.....

Is your submission.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I’m not blind nor ignorant, well, not any more and I see that fire in your eyes but I’m way to excited about all this stuff you bought. My laughter becomes so free flowing as I watch you hurtle a turtle shell at my kart. Too late!

I also notice you didn’t answer my question about how you could possibly afford all these things you brought in today. There is something there, but I let it go for the time being.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. Now on to the next one! Your choice! System and game, let's go!"

“Let’s play some Call of Duty.”

Then suddenly, I froze. I’m suddenly remembering my friends and how we used to play this every weekend. My mind flashes back to what I saw in that video you showed me and your words came back to haunt me. Had they all been so shallow? Had they ever truly been my friends if they could talk about me behind my back in the locker room like that? Or did I honestly want to believe you and what you told me? I whimpered as my hand tightened on the controller I still had possession of.

Why did life have to be so complicated? Sneaking a quick glance at you, I wonder. I still think you’re off your rocker. Yet, you’ve done some nice things with me in mind, but I have to wonder, to what end?

I can’t give in to you. I just can’t. If I did, what would be in it for me? Would you let me go finally? Right now, I highly doubt it. What is your intent here and how long are you going to hold me captive? There are way too many questions and not enough answers.

I might have been a “good girl” today, but don’t count on that always being the case, Tyler. I just haven’t figured out what I’m going to do or when. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of these gaming systems and the weight training room you set up.

For now, I’m going to kill things in the game. I need that outlet for the moment. Hell, I might even kill you just for the fun of it IF you're playing with me.

 

[dryfter]

Your sneaky, sideways glance turned out to not be so sneaky after all. Though I didn't know that you too, had caught me checking you out as we played our first game together. It should come as no surprise to you then, that our eyes met well in time for me to notice the change in your demeanor right about the time you mentioned Call of Duty. I can about imagine what you're thinking. Not only did you get betrayed by the people you thought were friends, if you can even believe me that they did indeed betray you. You also are still feeling the mental scars of being shoved into a box at the end of your last game night. I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest that the name of your favorite game would trigger some of those memories.

A split second later, and I had nothing to worry about as your jaw set firmly once you noticed I was watching. Yeah, that's right, I was a part of this too. A colorful prison is still a prison no doubt, and for now I'm just taking your mind off of the fact that you've had your wings clipped. It's just a matter of time before you long to fly away again, a flight that will take you far past where I can reach you if you had your way about it. Slightly surprised, I watch as you continue to load up Call of Duty despite the reaction you had to it a moment ago.

"Ok, I guess we're doing this."

I'm totally screwed and I know it. First person shooters were never my thing growing up, and here you are in your element. It would be worth it to let you get rid of a little of your anger and frustration though as I slowly worked my way through the character screen, selecting gear before silently preparing for our showdown.

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The rest of the evening slipped away quickly enough, with the only interruption being when I made my way to the kitchen to begin supper. Pasta rarely let me down except when it came to working off the calories from the carbohydrate intake, but hey, I had my own in-house gym now! So fettuccine alfredo it was, even if I had to settle for alfredo sauce from a jar. Silently I swore that the next time I made this, I'd take the time to do everything homemade. For now, we needed sustenance so we could get back to our budding video game rivalry. After all, I had actually managed to take a match or two from you in Super Smash Bros! I chuckle softly to myself as I remember the look on your face. You really don't take losing well, do you?

It was bedtime before we both knew it, though I lasted longer than I thought possible. Perhaps the adrenaline that came with competing with you helped, but it was late before we both hung up our controllers and I had much to do you. Silently I watched you disappear into my bedroom, no doubt wondering if I would try and follow you, force you, again. As much as I loved the idea of being buried in your tight, wet, furnace of a pussy once more, I had other things that needed tending to. And so I made my way for the living room couch again, and not to lure you into a false sense of security either. I had no intentions of sneaking into my bed to lie next to you again, not on this night at least.

I had things in the basement that needed attention. A seperate bed to assemble and all the tricks and contraptions that went with it. Not to mention all the exciting little extras that didn't necessarily belong down there, but I just couldn't have you coming across on your own. My mind drifted for some reason to the set of anal plugs I had purchased, each one just a little thicker than the last, in anticipation of training that part of you too. A small nap would be in order first, light enough to make sure you didn't try anything foolish, and as soon as I was convinced you were actually asleep....

Well I'd be just like a kid in a candy store. Head full of fantasy and how I was going to make it a reality.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I grabbed a clean t-shirt from your closet before I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. A quick look over my shoulder and I breathed out a small sigh of relief. You were nowhere to be seen. I had half expected you to be dogging my shadow. All was quiet behind me however and I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door with a soft snick. I was quick in there, showering, dressing (such as that was) and brushing my teeth. Peering around the slightly open door once again I spied nothing. No you, standing in wait for me. The relief I felt was indescribable. Slipping past the door I scurried back into the bedroom and closed the door as quietly as I could before sliding into your bed and pulling the covers up over my shoulders.

Apparently, sleep was going to be my nemesis tonight. I tossed and turned until I settled on my back and stared up at the ceiling. Damn it. Weren’t you coming in tonight doing your whole claiming thing again? I glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It was midnight and still no sign of you. It made me wonder why.

Creeping from the bed, I silently opened the door and peered out. Funny, not a sound came from the living room. Like a ghost, I moved down the hall and went around the corner, figuring to find you asleep on the couch. My brows drew together. You weren’t there. Where did you go? I hadn’t heard the front door open or lock again, so you had to be here somewhere. Looking into the kitchen, I found it devoid of your person. I knew you weren’t in the weight room. I would have heard you working out.

The door to the basement was slightly ajar. Had you gone down there? But why? What could possibly be down there? Tiptoeing closer to that door that led down into your basement, I pulled the door open just enough to slither past it and moved stealthily down the steps, being mindful of where I stepped.

What I saw down there made my mouth fall open and my eyes widen. It made me freeze mid-way down. I shuddered. It was down here that someone or some people had carried my imprisonment crate with me inside, all trussed up like a Christmas turkey for you to find. I hated this part of your house. Nothing good was to be found down here.

What were you doing down here? Then my eyes broadened their journey and I saw things I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams. Were you building….. building a dungeon? A sex dungeon? I gulped. My hand on the banister shook as I gripped it. Surely you didn’t intend--- but I knew you did. I needed to get out of there. Turning as quietly as possible, but not quietly enough, I heard the step beneath my foot creak loudly and it made my movements freeze. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t make my feet move either.

 

[dryfter]

I wasn't sure how long I had been down there. In truth, my excitement made even the possibility of a small catnap completely out of the question. As soon as I could convince myself you were out for the evening, I was rushing to open fresh boxes like a kid on Christmas morning. Of course, some would have to wait for later as a good deal of assembly was required. I shivered slightly as I imagined the look on your face as you not only beheld the breeding bench for the first time, but demurely allowed yourself to be strapped in place, little more than a bound pleasure doll bent on its true purpose of satisfying my every desire. And I had so many desires that involved you, Faith.

I set the assortment of anal plugs aside and began slitting another box open, smiling to myself as the sling came into view. This would work just as well as a spreader bar would, provided that I could somehow get you into it. Perhaps I'd have to find that bar around here after all. Best to start simple and work our way up to the more exotic.

Exotic. Another box opened to a variety of cuffs, from full wrist restraints to dungeon like manacles attached to thick chain and an eyehook meant to be driven deep into concrete for a true dungeon experience. I couldn't see you getting out of these. Then I remembered how happy I had been that your wrists were finally starting to show some healing. These would have to be saved for a day you decided to be a bad girl I suppose. The next box brought recent memories flooding back. You'd been so relieved to be rid of the ball gag you had been sent to me with. As I slowly raised the object in my hand into the light, the glint of metal shimmered in the dim lighting as I barely managed to stifle a chuckle. By my estimates, you'd appreciate this O-ring even less. For a bad girl indeed. Or one desperately in need of training. Blindfolds and the full hood came next, right along the cute little pink collar I had bought for you as a joke. Now I couldn't help but notice my erection as I thought of tenderly placing it on your svelte little neck.

I was still admiring it amongst my other purchases when I heard a sound behind me. Spinning around in alarm, I saw you frozen in place halfway up the basement stairs, alarm written plain as day across your face. I didn't waste my time yelling your name or cursing my own stupidity for letting my eagerness get the better of me. Dropping the collar, it's golden bell jingled softly as it struck the cold concrete floor. I was already in hot pursuit.

Like a greyhound chasing a jackrabbit, the wooden stairs thundered as you fled with me in hot pursuit. You had quite a lead built up, but I had a good head of steam going myself and a pretty good idea of when you would come to a screeching halt. Sure enough, I came out of the basement already racing to the front door where I suspected you'd high tail it too. It was just too bad I didn't have time to admire how night and tight that tail really was as I watched you reach for the doorknob and give it a twist and a yank. Nothing. I could hear your frantic breathing now as you reached for the dial on the knob, twisting frantically before trying again. Nothing. I could definitely hear your moan of despair as your eyes fell upon the deadbolt, reaching for it knowing it presented your last obstacle.

My hand smothered yours, flattening out against the dial of the deadbolt, the rest of my body following in a flash and crushing finality. I was too panicked myself to worry about pulling back and now I was pressed tightly against you, sandwiching you between my hardened body and the sturdy wooden door you had been seconds away from slipping through. The heated breath from my sudden exertion stirred the soft chestnut brown hair that had fallen unkempt about your ear even as my heart thundered in my chest.

"If only you had a Go Kart, maybe you would have won."

Slowly, inexorably, I pull you from the door and back towards the basement door. There's no princess carry this time. The more you struggle, the more it makes me want to simply pick you up, sling you over my shoulder and carry you back down into the oblivion that awaits you.

"Since you ruined the surprise, I might as well show you the third room I'm building for you. You seemed to enjoy the other two so much, I promise you that you'll learn to love this one too."

I haven't manhandled you too much yet, but I was stopping just short of doing so. Even now I was thinking of how good you would look forced into that new little bench I've bought, or handcuffed to the new bed, or perhaps I'd enjoy the bed along with the view of you held fast by the headboard, fashioned as it was to look like a leather padded version of stocks fresh from the Dark Ages. If I hadn't wanted to fuck the rebelliousness out of you before it was because there hadn't been any.

But I certainly wanted to now. Right now in fact. But in that moment another vision drifted to the front of my brain and tickled my inner sadist.

"Would you like to earn your freedom, Faith?"

I could feel you tense up even further. There was nothing like a good dose of hope to get the blood pumping. Mine and yours.

"What if I told you that all you'd have to do is beat me in a wager? You could even consider it a game if you want?"

We stood at the top of the basement steps, the dim light below making for an auspicious and forlorn glow.

"I would give you my word of course. You could be gone from here tomorrow. Tonight even if you want. That is....if you win."

I give the small of your back a little nudge, taking the time to suggestively run a palm across your tight little ass.

"The rules and the game are downstairs. Go willingly, and I'll take it that you accept my challenge. If I have to take you down there myself, all bets are off. Understand?"

I patiently waited to see what you would do next.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He had been down in that basement of his acting like a kid on Christmas. A rather adult Christmas. I wasn’t sure what to think and tried to make a silent exit only to have my footfall give me away. I could hear your footsteps pounding up the stairs behind me. I raced to the top and threw the door closed, not sure how far behind me you were. I just knew I had to get away from you and all your…your… toys down there. Toys, I knew, that were meant to be used on me. No thank you.

My head filled with panic as my frightened eyes looked about the upstairs room. Instinctively, I raced for the front door. I knew it was locked but maybe, just maybe, I could get the deadbolt and the doorknob lock open before you caught me. The chance at freedom was RIGHT THERE. My hand was on the deadbolt. I could hear your breathing coming closer. FASTER, I kept telling my brain. I jerked on the doorknob, rattling it frantically. My chances at freedom were diminishing by the moment. Then I felt it. The hope bleeding from me in dismay. Your hand covered mine. I sobbed. I could feel the weight of your body pressing against mine, pushing me against the solidity of the still locked door.

"If only you had a Go Kart, maybe you would have won."

Your words echoed in my brain.

“Nooooo.”

The simple word was extended and was the epitome of my defeat. Again. You disengaged my reluctant hand from the door and it took me a minute to realize you were tugging me back toward the basement door. I dug in my heels. I tried to peel your hand away from mine.

“NO, TYLER! NO! I AM NOT GOING BACK DOWN INTO THAT.. THAT.. PLACE WITH YOU.”

The words fairly spat from my lips. Fear filled my brain.

"Would you like to earn your freedom, Faith?"

That made me pause momentarily.

"What if I told you that all you'd have to do is beat me in a wager? You could even consider it a game if you want?"

What were you up to now?

"The rules and the game are downstairs. Go willingly, and I'll take it that you accept my challenge. If I have to take you down there myself, all bets are off. Understand?"

By now, I was coming to understand you a bit. I eyed you suspiciously and those last words of yours sent a chill down my spine. IF I didn’t accept and go willingly with you, I knew I was going to end up down there anyway. BUT. What if I could win this wager of yours? The thought of what little I had already seen down there was enough to give me pause and make me battle with myself. My hand came up to cover your grip on me and I tried to shove it away.

“Why can’t you tell me the rules right here, right now?”

I didn’t trust you. You had never given me any reason to. Oh sure. You had bought things for me to use so I wasn’t bored in my captivity. I’m not stupid. Was that a reason to extend a hand in trust? Certainly not. In case you missed it before, Fuck you, Tyler.

 

[dryfter]

I shivered slightly. There it was. That's what had been missing for the last day and a half. The real you.

It had been easy to distract you with the gilded cage I had created for you in the upstairs, but now reality was crashing down upon you again. A gilded cage was still a cage. Just as I showed my true colors, you were more than happy to show me yours again. Your voice practically dripped with disdain and skepticism. How I longed to change that into lustful longing, moaning, begging for more of what I would offer you. It made me hard just thinking about it.

"An endurance test. Ten minutes. My cock stays in my pants, my tongue in my mouth, and for the most part....my hands in my pockets. Now that's all I'm going to tell you. Doesn't change the fact that you're going whether you want to, or I have to carry you."

I can feel you pause, the lure of freedom pulling strongly on you. Almost as much as I can imagine the terrible things that would happen to Melissa, Jeremy, and yes, me....should I lose this wager. But that too served to enhance the excitement. Would I honor my deal? Absolutely. I may be an overly obsessed creep, but you'll learn in time that I'm no liar. In fact, I plan to keep all my promises to you. Right down to the one where I make you mine.

Slowly, we descend together, the basement door closing behind me with a dread sense of finality as one step at a time we move closer to the mess of crates and packages. The one you yourself came in hadn't been discarded yet, I hadn't had the time to dispose of it. Instead, it had been pushed to a far corner of the drab stone room. A small alcove held all the mundane things I needed for my house to run, but here in this larger open space, I had every intention of getting creative.

For now, I herded you over to a strange contraption I had been playing with earlier. A semicircle of who knows what rose at least a good foot from a simple rubber mat, a bumpy skin colored strip the only thing that stood out from its dark interior.

"Get on."

I can feel your pause, most likely not knowing what I was asking you to do entirely.

"Straddle it. Right over that part there."

I was well aware that you didn't have any panties on. You'd not had access to them since the night I took your clothes from you and then so much more.

"Here's the deal. Ten minutes. If you can keep from cumming for ten minutes, I'll give you back your clothes, freshly laundered, unlock the front door and even drive you home if you want."

Again, that spark of hope. That fire of determination. That look of loathing. Never mind that I'd seen this sybian machine reduce certain hardened porn starlets to dripping, howling and unstable messes in much less time than that. A slip of a girl who had been a virgin until just recently scarcely had a chance. Not that I was going to give you warning. I was looking forward to seeing hope shattered by orgasm and what a sight that might be.

"You have to keep that tight little college pussy right there until the ten minutes are up. Get up from it, and it will be considered your loss."

I could see that you understood the terms even without you saying anything. The grim look of determination dominated your face as you watched my every move.

"Now. That's a lot of reward without any risk, wouldn't you say? What do you think would be fair if you lose this bet, Faith?"

I look around at all the toys and gadgets I've bought, wondering just what would balance out the risk I'm taking, not to mention what would make for a really exciting next day or two. My eyes fell upon the hood I had been playing around with when your presence had first startled me down here.

"You will wear this all day tomorrow. I will carefully bind your wrists so you can't take it off either."

Slowly, I lift the hood so you can see that there is nothing there where the eyeholes should be. You would be effectively bound and blind for a day and completely at my mercy. I didn't mention that I wasn't planning on using cuffs this time either, the thought of the arm restraints was a siren song for my brain, and it feverishly burned with images of what you might look like in them.

My fingers hovered over the switch, ready to turn the sybian on.

"Agreed?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I didn’t get on the machine right away as you wanted me to. My eyes went from it to you and then lowered. I was wringing my hands together and I didn’t—I couldn’t understand why explaining things to you was not easy for me. I mean, it should have been. You’re a grown man and certainly well aware of how the female body worked so why was this so difficult to me? I could feel the heat flood my chest and creep up my neck to my cheeks.

“I---I can’t,” I managed to stammer out, “I can’t get on that thing.”

I have always accepted a challenge, but this was different. My eyes still couldn’t meet yours but they lifted enough to take in the open the boxes, the things lying on top of the packing paper. The other things you had lying around the room. It was enough to put me into another panic. I even turned to run from this basement.

You lifted this hood for me to inspect. Apprehension swarmed me.

“NO. DON’T.”

I yelled louder than I needed to but you were reaching to turn on that… that machine you wanted me to sit on an d you were going to put that hood over my head.

I could see that look in your eyes, but I needed to get your undivided attention.

“Tyler,” I started out gentler, then swallowed. Just spit it out, Faith.

But I didn’t want to. I didn’t think I could keep this from you, but I had hoped to. This would give you ammunition to track my periods and thereby track my fertile times as well. That was not something I wanted you to have in your arsenal. I bit my lip, but I had little choice in the matter, unless of course, you were one of those guys that got off on a girl on her period. I forced the words from my mouth.

“I’m on my period. I can’t get on that thing.”

I gestured toward the --- what was it called? My brain scrambled to find the unfamiliar word. The sybian? I knew what it was used for the minute I saw it, how could I not? It was all too obvious. Really Tyler? What other little toys did you have down here for your pleasure? My eyes had been taking in all the little and not so little “toys” you were in the process of filling this room up with. My glance had also spotted that damn crate I had come shipped to you in as well. I wanted to burn that thing to the ground. I certainly hoped you didn’t have any plans to use it with me in mind. I think I could kill you for that if you did.