Dealing with unwanted guests "I can tell that you're starting to regret breaking into my house. So, until next time, how about you make sure no one's home first? I'm convinced that would make things so much easier for you." All he could muster was a deep, frustrated grunt, his brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and utter disbelief. "Oh my, that is a grim expression you're making there. One could almost think you were in a bit of a bind..." The woman stifled a laugh. "Oh excuse my bad sense of humor, dear. Though I must say you do look rather miserable. Never been tied up by a woman before, I take it?" The man's reddening front failed to conceal his humiliation this time. But defeat, at the hands of a woman no less, was not something he would simply settle with. Not a chance in the world. He, who was used to holding the reins of the world around him, would never even consider accepting the fate his restraints brought him. "It seems like you still don't quite understand the position you're in right now. Well, allow me to enlighten you." The woman gave him a look that was as playful as it was provocative. It was obvious she knew how to get under his skin. "You, my dear, are bound and gagged and not going anywhere. Your wrists are tied behind your back and fastened to the ropes around your arms and elbows. Your ankles are bound, crossed, of course, to make sure you can't stand up on your own. The ropes are tight and won't budge no matter how hard you struggle. And all the knots are far away from your fingers, so I'm afraid escape is not an option for you. Sucks, doesn't it? Anyway, do you have any questions?" The man let out another manly grunt of displeasure. "Oh right, I forgot to mention that." The woman smiled. "The fabric in your mouth is one of my thongs. It's red with some black lace around the edges, though I'm sure that's not of much interest to you. You should, however, have noticed the distinct taste by now. I use that thong during my workouts at the gym. Yes, I prefer wearing thongs at the gym because my shorts are rather see-through, if you know what I mean. Unfortnately, my washing machine hasn't been working for a few weeks, so I haven't been able to wash them yet. So sorry about that, my dear." He shook his head in disgust, thrashing around like a wild beast caught in a hunter's net. But the ropes held him in a firm grip, ignoring his determined resistance. This woman knew what she was doing, he realized. And he would remain trussed until she decided otherwise. That fact was undeniable even for someone as prideful as himself. But whether he chose to accept it or not was another story. "Oh don't even bother." The woman put her palm on the tape covering his mouth and shoved him lightly, pushing him over onto his stomach. "The duct tape I wrapped around your mouth will make sure my sweaty thong stays right where it is." Picking up another piece of rope, she casually pulled up the man's ankles, bringing them as close to his wrists as she could. "Now, this is called a hogtie, my dear. This is the real deal sealer. It makes sure you won't be able to run away even if you wanted to. Is that tight enough for you? I'm sorry, I know it's difficult to form intelligible sentences with my soiled underwear lodged in your mouth, but would you please be so kind as to nod or shake your head for me? So, is it too tight?" The man nodded frantically, moaning like a branded animal. And the woman pulled even harder on the rope, shortening the distance between his wrists and ankles even further, causing him to groan in pain and curse behind the thong in his mouth. "Thank you. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She stood up and admired the man lying in front of her, completely encased in an intricate weaving of rope. Helpless and at her mercy, the air between them filled with a vague scent of lust. She gazed into his deep blue eyes for a moment, and then down at the bulge in his tiny white briefs. "Right. And we certainly have to do something about that..." The man looked up, his eyes still brimming with unabashed fury, but this time also with a hint of anticipation. "Oh no, dear. I think you misunderstand my intentions here..." she declared. "You see, I'm planning on keeping you like that for a while. Which means I can't have you in too much pain now, can I? I need you to be able to endure. And I can't imagine lying on a stiff piece of meat like that to be anything but uncomfortable. Yes, regardless of what Mr Penis says. In other words, I need something to distract that dirty mind of yours, and I know just the thing." She fetched the roll of duct tape lying on the coffee table before making her way out of the room. "So just keep still for a bit, don't go anywhere and be quiet like a good boy. The gag in that big mouth of yours isn't just there for show, you know." The man was furious. A newfound fervor was running riot inside his tensed body. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. His attempts to free himself grew more fierce, and his frustrated shouts underneath the layers of tape and female underwear felt more tangible. He cursed himself for allowing this pesky woman to overpower and truss him up the way she had. Cursed himself for being so careless. Cursed himself for his arousal. He cursed himself for everything. And not to mention how much he cursed the woman and her sweaty thong. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart. Oh the joy it would bring him. But the ropes prevented him from springing into action; he would have to bide his time. The woman came back, wearing that same complacent expression that made him see red. The kind of expression that pierced through his masculine pride with little to no effort. "Found it." She crouched in front of him, cupping his chin and forcing his gaze up until it met her own. Her smile was very warm, almost comforting in an ironic way. She knew it egged him on. "This is my gym shoe. Now, that doesn't mean I only use it at the gym; I use it whenever I'm out jogging as well. Either way, I'm sure you get the point." She took a quick whif, contorting her face in mock disgust. "And as you've probably already guessed, it kind of, you know, stinks." She laughed. The man's eyes widened. The woman nodded, teasingly. "Yes. Correct. This gym shoe here will be taped over your nose until morning. Don't even bother trying to push it off because I will use the rest of the duct tape on this roll, and more if I have to. And I'm sure the stench of stale sweat will be more than enough to take care of that bulge in your underwear, don't you think?" The man groaned, loudly. Exhausted and defeated; he had no choice but to keep still as the woman forced the gym shoe over his face and nose. Squeezing his eyes shut, he could only hear the sound of duct tape being wrapped around his head. This was going to be a long night.