You can't do this "But ...you can't do this!" The man stammered to the scantily clad woman who was currently sitting on top of him, clamping his body between her thighs. Her silky, black dress pooled around them. "Yes, I can!" Laughed his assailant, as she pinned his hands above his head with dark red cotton ropes. "Silly, I can do whatever I want." Wide-eyed, the man gazed up an her. To him, she seemed a wild thing, her long curls tumbled across her shoulders, and flying out in all directions, her grey eyes alight with a wild joy. "Ohh ...what are you going to do to me?" He thought, shaking his hair out of his face, his heart sinking to his stomach. "And why do you want to?" "Ahh! That's tight!" He said wincing as she cinched his wrists together. He heard the metallic jingle of a chain, then his attractive tormentor leapt from off of him. There was the almost inaudible click of a button, and he watched in dismay as the chain looped through his bound wrists drew them upwards, forcing him to climb to his feet ...slowly pulling his arms above his head. It didn't cease until he was balancing on his toes. He swallowed, looking up at the pulley system he was hanging from. "When ...when did you even set this up??" He asked her incredulously, yanking at his bound wrists. She didn't seem to hear him, as she flounced out of the door, returning momentarily with a small black bag & a wicked smile on her face. The man looked at her smile, then looked at her small, leather bag. "What do you have in there? Why are you doing this! Let me down!!" He demanded, glaring at her. The woman in the black dress gazed at her angry captive, then reached into her bag. "You," she stated calmly, approaching the bound man before her, "are too loud and too clothed." His eyes went wide at that, and he pressed his lips into a thin, hard line when he saw what she held in her little hand. She pinched his nose shut, and he was forced to open his mouth to breathe. The woman took that opportunity to shove a wadded-up scarf past his teeth ...then secured it into place, using a black ball gag; pulling the strap tightly before locking it at the back of his neck. "MMPH! Mmm-MMPH!" The man shook his head furiously, trying to dislodge the gag from his mouth. Panting, he glared at her again. She was clearly enjoying herself! Her cheeks were flushed, her grey eyes were sparkling with shades of blue ...and for a moment he felt trapped within their bright depths. She held a pair of EMT shears up in his line of vision, and the man shook his head wildly. "NO." He wanted to tell her. "No you can't do this to me!" He twisted his long, lean body this way and that, trying in vain to pull away from her. Slowly, bit by bit his clothing was stripped away ...until he stood naked and bound before her. The woman just stood there for a minute or two, admiring her handiwork. She let her eyes caress him up the length of his legs. Her gaze circled around the contours of his taut frame ... all the way up to his his eyes. She liked looking into those eyes, filled with the fire of indignation ...and just a touch of uncertainty. In a flash, her hands were suddenly upon him. She stood behind him, and he couldn't see her, as her fingers began to touch, smooth and prod at her prisoner's defenseless body. Trails of sensation followed her delicate fingertips, and he realized he was moaning softly. The man bit down hard into his gag, determined to give her nothing. Her questing hands were everywhere ...and seemed to buzz with energy as she found and activated pressure points along the length of his stretched-out frame. He twisted his wrists, this way and that, within his bonds. The well-tied ropes held firm. The captured man sighed and hung his head. He couldn't fight free. These ropes imprisoned and held him firmly in place ...there would be no escape. She could (and, likely, would) do whatever she wanted to him ...he had to way to stop her, or protect himself. His captor smiled to herself, as her fingertips found his perineum. She began to massage that sensitive, vulnerable area. She increased the pressure, and his body began to shake from the sensations the woman created. So much sensation! The feeling was intense, and, against his will, the man found himself making small, desperate sounds. Unconsciously, he pushed his aroused body toward his tormentress. The woman abruptly stopped, causing her prisoner to murmur in protest. Giving his manhood a gentle squeeze, she stood up and wrapped his body into a warm hug. "You're perfect for this!" She whispered to him, as she gently kissed his ear. "I'm going to finish setting up the other room for you, my darling; Then I'll move you in." His eyes were wide and full of unasked questions; and his captor looked straight into them. "You're going to be my permanent captive, Sweetheart." She said, gently kissing his cheek, then slipping out, closing the door behind her. "Hm-MM! Mmmmm!!" He tried to protest her decision, but she didn't hear him, and it wasn't his choice anymore. He lowered his head, and waited for whatever was going to happen next.