Have you ever had something happen to you that was inconceivable at the time? It really happened, but it was so off-the-charts unexpected that your brain just said, "Huh?" and you didn't react to it in any meaningful way?
That's what happened to me when I walked out of the bathroom at the office that morning. I walked out and suddenly I wasn't walking anymore. I was stopped because I couldn't see and I was being held still by massive arms around my arms and chest. It was only after I'd been hustled through a doorway that I realized someone... some man... had put something over my head, grabbed me, and hustled me into the nearby storage room.
"Be very quiet," he said, "and put your arms behind you."
I did, and my wrists got taped together.
"Look straight up and close your eyes." he said.
I did, and the cover was pulled off and my mouth taped shut. I could see now, but not speak. The man was wearing a ski mask, so there was little of him to see, other than his hands.
"We are going for a quick walk." he said, and he lead me by the arm out of the storage room, down the nearby stairs to the basement, and into a classroom there -- I work at a community college.
In the room he sat me in a chair and taped my ankles. I was totally immobilized now, totally in his power. And I was not alone. There were three other women in the room, all tied as I was, and we were seated in a tight circle facing each other. I recognized them, we all worked in the same cubicle-filled office room upstairs.
"Now that we're all here, we can begin," he said.
On my right was Bell. She was the tallest of us -- I'm second tallest -- and she had her twentieth birthday last month. She was slim -- all of us had that in common, tall and slim -- a brunette, who combed her hair back into a neat short curl on the back of her head. I'm Alice, by the way, and I'm blond and I keep my hair in a taper above my shoulders.
The two others were Charlene and Danielle. They were interns, sixteen and seventeen, I'd guess. Charlene had blond hair down to the bottom of her shoulder blades and she could reach up to touch it easily. Danielle's was light brown and shoulder length. She kept it in a pony tail.
He walked around to each of us, inspecting our bondage, and he was satisfied.
Then he came back to me: Time for whatever was to come next.
He put one of his massive hands over my mouth with his thumb and fingers forking around my nose. He put his other hand on the back of my head. My head was going nowhere without his permission.
"I'm going to pinch your nose shut and count to five. Are you ready?" he said.
I took a breath and nodded yes as best I could. My air was cut off and eyes covered as he slowly counted, "One... two... three... four... five!" Then I could breathe and see again. It felt so good!
He went around the circle and did that to each of us girls. Then he circled around once more as he explained -- this time he rubbed our shoulders, arms, necks and heads.
He said, "This was a little wacky, right? It gets wackier.
"Think about what has just happened: What happened is: I've saved you from death. If I hadn't released my grip, you'd be dead, right?"
I looked around at the other girls. This truly was stranger than fiction. This guy was totally whacked!
"To make my point, help it sink in, let's go through this drill once more."
And we did. And this time it was a lot more scary because I understood what he was thinking as he was doing this. "One... two... three... four... five." The result was the same: I was alive, uninjured, totally immobilized, totally quiet. And still totally confused. This was... inconceivable again!
"So... what does that make me?" he said as he walked around behind our circle again. This time he was adding some light breast brushing to what he massaged.
He answered his own question, "It makes me your hero. I saved your life."
It wasn't the answer I was thinking, but in its totally whacked way, it made sense.
"So... what do you want to do to thank your hero?" he then added, "A kiss... a little more, perhaps?"
He came to me first, he was ready to pull off the tape, "So... a kiss?" he questioned.
I shook my head no. This was just too, too creepy. He didn't pull off the tape, he just patted my cheek. Instead he moved on to Bell and just left me as I was. Bell shook her head too, and he moved on to Charlene.
The light bulb went on for Charlene. She understood that nothing was going to happen until this man got his kiss -- nothing -- we would rot in these chairs we were taped to. She nodded yes. The tape came off, his mask came half up, and she gave him a chaste "Thank You" kiss. It was enough. The tape stayed off, and the man moved to Danielle. She kissed him as well.
I'm no crusader, he looked at me again and I nodded yes. This time so did Bell. He pulled his mask down and talked some more.
"Very good. Now that you understand I'm you're hero, we can move on. This next part won't take long, and when it's finished you may leave."
"What do you want from us?" I interrupted.
"That you will find out in good time." he said sternly, then brightly, "For now, I want each of you to show me how beautiful you are. Once you've done that you're free to go."
"How do we do that?" asked Danielle, sounding more than a bit skeptical.
He smiled at her, "By being the real you... By showing me what you really look like: By stripping naked and walking for me."
The others looked somewhere between concerned and amazed, and that was what I was feeling. ...still inconceivable! He continued.
"Yes. I know how strange it is for a woman to show off the real her. Throughout history almost every woman who cares about what she looks like wants to hide the real her behind fashion of some sort. For me, as a man, that's a real headscratcher... and I'm not going to let you ladies do it.
"I'm your hero, and now I want to see the real you... and I want to keep seeing it... but that's not an issue for right now. For right now, I want to know who wants to strip naked after I untie her -- all clothes, all jewelry -- and walk back and forth across the room a few times?"
He walked around us and rubbed us again. All this rubbing was total baloney. Still, he was now giving us a quick exit strategy, if we could believe him.
At first none of us took the bait, and after a couple of rounds of touching, the man shrugged and walked away. He sat down facing away from us and started whiling away time on his phone.
We looked at each other. Bell and I tried quietly to get loose. Charlene wasn't so quiet and when she started grunting and rocking the chair a bit, the man heard it and turned to watch. He got a grin on his face, I think he found watching her efforts entertaining! What a creep!
It was Charlene who gave in first. She had tried, hard, now she said, "OK. I'll do it."
The man's grin widened and he came over. He pulled off tape. Charlene stood up and rubbed her wrists. He waited. She turned away from him and pulled off her top, then slid down her jeans, she kept on her panties. She turned to face him.
He didn't seem to notice the panties, but he did say, "Rings and earrings." She put those on the clothes pile, and faced him again.
This time he was pleased, "Excellent. Now turn around and hands behind you again."
She gave him a sour face, then complied.
"You look much more beautiful with hands tied." he explained as he tied her wrists. He used a cloth strip this time, not tape. It would come off a lot faster and easier, when it was time to come off.
"OK. Walk this way," he held her by the arm and lead her across the room, then walked her back. He was watching her the whole way, and enjoying it. "Think you can handle that?" he said with that man-grin of his showing through the mask.
She huffed a bit, pulled out of his arm, and walked. I admit. I liked what I saw, too. She had a nice stride. As she headed back for the man, he held his hand up at chest height. She stopped a pace away from him, but he wasn't satisfied. He wiggled his fingers. Charlene got the idea, and walked right up to him and planted her left breast in that hand. His eyes closed in pleasure at that.
"Very good. Now once more." he said. She walked, a bit more confidently this time. And this time she planted her right breast in his hand when she returned, and her eyes closed a bit this time, too.
The man spun her around. This time he inspected her back and bum carefully, and seemed to like what he touched. Charlene was not minding.
"Final time." he said as he finished. She walked and this time it was her crotch that docked in the man's hand. He rubbed it and rubbed her tummy and breast as well.
"You pass." he said quietly, almost breathlessly, then took her aside a couple paces and had her kneel on the carpet. She looked very relaxed.
"Next," he said, "Me," said Danielle.
She took everything off, including panties, the first time. She stood ready to be bound, with her elbows touching behind her. Wow! -- as limber as Charlene, or more. The man tied her elbows as well as wrists, and she walked.
...This was going to be a hard act to follow! The way she moved... I was going to have to sneak more looks when she headed for the water cooler! The man was duly impressed as well, and she took her spot on the carpet beside Charlene, after the man untied her elbows -- she was limber, but even limber has limits.
Bell was next. She wasn't limber but she was tall, and she looked good. The man took his sweet time about fondling when she docked, and she didn't seem to mind.
And finally, me. He came over and stood in front of me, "Do you want to stay a while longer?" he asked pleasantly.
"No," I answered quickly, and he took off the tape.
I turned away; I thought hard, but not long; I stripped -- there was just no gain in being a crusader at this point. I crossed by hands behind my back.
"Hold them higher." he said, and he tied me a different way. My arms were at shoulder blade level across my back. He tied a loop around my upper arms and then tied my lower arms to that loop. I felt even more helpless, but not uncomfortable. The other girls watched this new way of tying with interest, and they watched him check out my butt thoroughly before he even let me walk the first time. Is this all men think about! God!
But as I walked I mellowed. That surprised me. Somehow, this being queen for a minute, this being exactly what a man wanted to see... it was strangely, deeply pleasing. By the third walk I was strutting my stuff, and I got this wonderful pussy rub as a reward.
I was feeling quite strange when I knelt on the carpet beside the others.
"That wraps up this session, ladies." the man said. He walked behind us, and did something quick, and once again, unexpected: just before he released our wrists he put a small oval-shaped choker around each of our necks.
"These are to remind you that you now have a hero in your life." he said, "They pack a lot of punch, but the important parts you should know about are: you shouldn't take them off until I tell you to, and when you want to contact me to set up another date, push the oval part three times. I will give you a call and we can set up a rendezvous. You can come in ones, twos, or as the whole bunch."
"How about three's?" asked Danielle. He just grinned at that, "We should all be together at our next meeting. It will be a class session and there you will learn what Alice was asking about, 'What I want from you.'"
He released us one by one, "Have a good day, ladies."
We rushed to our clothes, put them on, and beat feet for the door. It wasn't until we were upstairs and outside our office door that we stopped. We were alone, that horrid man was nowhere to be seen. But before we went in I motioned for the girls to be quiet and lead them into the ladies room. There we paused for a moment of relief, and we talked.
I felt my choker and looked in the mirror. The other girls did the same. It was a simple oval design, white, and the ribbon around my neck was a translucent matte finish -- very unnoticeable. I could see no way to unfasten the ribbon, I would have to try scissors later. For now I shifted the oval around to the back of my neck but my hair was too short to cover it. Bell's was, too, unless she let it down. Charlene and Danielle could both hide their's.
"OK, what do we do?" I asked.
"Call the police?" suggested Danielle.
"He kidnapped us, and we are all witnesses," added Charlene.
I nodded, but then I reached up to my choker again, for some reason touching it made me feel like we should go slow on this. This "hero" business he talked about was nagging my thinking.
"Anyone feeling brave enough to check if he's still down there?" I asked.
"I will." said Bell and she hurried out.
"If we don't want to call the police, or boyfriends, do we want to meet with this creep again?"
"Certainly not!"
"No way!"
We waited for Bell.
"He's gone, and the room is cleaned up. No evidence." she reported.
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For a week I did nothing about the choker. I tried scissors when I got home, and the ribbon was tougher than they were. I had to throw the scissors away because they were now notched. Each morning I woke up and I felt that choker. I showered with it, and switched to turtlenecks for a couple days. But this was summer, and that was even stupider-looking than the choker.
By Day Three I was living with it. On Day Five I turned it around and wore it front side, and I was feeling the curiosity itch. Should I press that white oval three times? I messaged the other girls for a lunch meeting. We gathered at a remote table in the food court. I noticed we were all wearing that white oval on the front side now.
"Well..." I started after we all had food.
"He hasn't bothered us." said Charlene.
"Good riddance." said Bell.
"What do we do about these chokers?" asked Danielle.
"He said something about a class. Should we attend?" I said.
"No!"
"No way!"
"Of course not!"
But that wasn't what the body language was saying. Each girl was fingering that oval. There was a lot more curiosity in those motions than fear, and I knew that's what I was feeling.
I hadn't quite realized it, but I'd pushed that oval three times, and thirty seconds later there was a ring on my phone.
It took me seconds to say anything. The man was patient. Finally, in a quiet business-like tone... somehow... I blurted out.
"We will be ready tomorrow after work for our lesson."
His response was quick, confident, and business-like as well, "There's a small cemetery across the highway from where you work. I'll pick you up there at 6PM, sharp, and drop you off at 10." I heard.
"What should we wear?" I couldn't believe I was asking that? God! I was talking like this was a first date! But when I said that the other girls got real close so they could hear the answer.
"Wear simple things. Simple clothes, no heels, no jewelry, no makeup. I'm much more interested in you than what you're wearing." we all heard.
And he hung up.
We all looked at each other.
"How can a horny man tell us that?" said Danielle, "Doesn't he want us looking sexy?"
"This guy is crazy," said Bell, "Just wacky... but in such a crazy way! Can we trust him? This is so unpredictable."
I looked around at the girls, and it hit me, I could see what he was seeing, "He's seeing inner beauty. Well... inner might not be the right word. Primordial beauty may be a better way of putting it. He sees our beauty because of who we are -- our age, our looks. He's not looking at our fashion sense beauty."
...I got looks like I was a Martian or something, but also silence. The others were thinking hard.
Bell finally said, "OK... I guess if this is a crazy way to get a first date... I'll listen to more, if it gets these stupid chokers off us."
And we spent the rest of lunch planning.