Captive As I answer the door, my eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful, blonde woman at my doorstep. I do my best not to stare, but I can't help it, and she doesn't seem to mind. She only smiles coyly at me, and asks if she can use the phone. Finally finding my voice, I tell her to come in and follow me. I turn to lead her to the kitchen where the closest phone is. That was my mistake. My arms are suddenly wrenched behind my back, and I feel a loop of rope cinch down on my wrists, drawing them together behind me. I whip my head around to look at her and protest. "Hey! What are you mmph!" While my mouth is open, she quickly shoves a red rubber ball past my teeth, effectively silencing me. She tightens the strap and buckles it securely behind my head. All the while, that playful smile of hers never leaves her lips. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun, is all." I shake my head, my protests muffled by my gag. Her ropes continue to coil around my arms and my legs, all the while she coos into my ear and coaxes me into submission. As if I have any other choice at this point. I hear the snipping of a pair of scissors, and feel my clothes start to be removed. I whine into my gag. She tells me to be quiet, and that I won't be needing my clothes anymore. As the pieces of cloth are stripped away, revealing more and more of my flesh, I feel her lustful eyes examining every bare inch. I'd never been in a situation like this before, and I can feel the burning in my cheeks at this humiliating position I've found myself in. In spite of this, my rod is standing at attention, much to my captor's delight. Wrapping her arms around my bound torso, she drags me further into the house until she finds the bedroom. With surprising force, she flings me onto the bed and shuts the door behind her, and I hear the lock click. Pointless, yes, but it does drive her point home: I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. The next three days a blurry haze of passion, teasing, and on occasion, sweet relief. The third day, I hear the water stop after her usual morning shower. Instead of sauntering in with her body nude, as I had become accustomed to, she is fully clothed. I raise my head up and look at her questioningly. Is my imprisonment over? Am I finally being set free? Judging by the look on her face, I'd have to guess not. When her maids enter and I hear her telling them to stow me away for travel, my struggles begin anew, but are short lived. Even without the bonds pinning my limbs, I wouldn't have had the strength to resist them at this point. This blonde woman's insatiable appetite (and I'm not talking about food) has left me completely drained. The maids gently force me into the sack, pulling over my head and tying it shut. The scratchy material discourages me from struggling too much. As I feel them hoist me up and carry me, i feel the occasional poke and pinch through the burlap, eliciting moans and whimpers from me. I can hear them giggling at my reactions. After a minute, I feel them lower me onto a flat, thinly padded surface. "Don't worry." I recognize the blond woman's voice. "I'm sure you'll come to love your new life." After that, i hear the the trunk door shut, and the click-clack of footsteps as she and her maids step get into the steam-rolls. I feel the gentle rumbles of the engine start, and we're on our way. As I lay back in her trunk, I wonder how my life came to this. A few days ago, I was a free man. Now I was little more than a possession for this woman's pleasure. I laid my head down as much as the sack would allow and closed my eyes, trying to get some rest, wondering where I'll be when that trunk is popped open again.