Last Trip




He could not remember what happened to him,

The last hours were foggy in his mind, he could remember the last days, the
amazing trip he was taking thru the states, the cities he visited and the
people he met, but not the last hours. All he knew is that he could not move a
muscle nor see anything. His body ached and he needed to stand up so bad, but
something held him firmly on a kneeling position.

He could feel something tight around his neck and a leather hood on his face,
it had two holes that allowed him to breath, and a bigger hole over his mouth,
but something was shoved on it, keeping him silent. He tried to scream few
times but only a muffled sound came out.

Hours passed and he started to panic, he was getting thirsty and his body
ached terribly. He tried to pull on his restraints but they barely moved, his
fear increased, while his hope went down.

Another hour passed, he gave up trying to pull on the restraints, he was
becoming desperate, he started to cry, first lowly, then loudly, at this point
he heard footsteps approaching him, from the sound he heard, he understood the
person approaching was wearing high heels.

He heard the steps come closer and closer, to stop just in front of him, he
stopped to cry and stayed completely still, immobilized by fear.

Suddenly he felt an hand caressing his head, he stood still, immobilized by
fear, started to breath heavy, then the hand just went down, touching his
chest, his nipples, then the hand went down, grabbing his exposed cock and
testicles, at this point he started to pull on his restraints and scream
behind his gag.

An hard slap on his face followed by just a "shhh" made him stop, he kept on
whimpering and beg behind his gag while the hand played with his cock and
balls, he started to feel excited, despite his fear and desperation, and soon
he felt his orgasm building inside him, he tensed up his body, ready to
explode.

But at the very moment he was about to cum, the ministration stopped, he
stayed like that for few second, before exploding in cries of desperation.

His captor stood in front of him for a while, enjoying the view of this young
guy crying and pleading.

Then he heard her voice saying "Goodnight" and the sound of a door closing.

He cried for another hour or so, now, in addition to the pain in his body, he
also felt completely humiliated, and the orgasm denied at the last second kept
him in a state of horniness he never experienced before.

Upstairs, the woman was looking at herself in the mirror, thinking that she
finally made her deepest fantasy come true, she had been into female
domination since forever, and often played this fantasy of kidnapping a man
and turn him into her slave, each times she enjoyed herself a lot, but this
time it was different, now it was the real deal, after all these years, she
finally did it.

The boy in the basement was not playing a role, he was genuinely terrified and
confused. This thought sent her in a state of bliss almost suddenly!

She took her time examining the belongings of her prey, when she checked his
ID, a bright smile came on her face, he was a tourist from Europe! It would
have been real hard to track him, he actually was on the other side of the
world, locked in a basement, he probably had no friends or relatives here.
Everything was going in the right direction, for her.

She examined his wallet, found a fair amount of money that she took with a
smile, found pictures of his family and his girlfriend, she was about to throw
the wallet away when she thought she could have some fun later, she would burn
it in front of him tomorrow, as a welcome in his new life!