I was sitting in a folding chair in my living room, sobbing... helpless... scared. While I was crying the man undid my ankles. He pulled me up to standing, and held me in his arms. He was stroking my hair as he moved me to another room step by step. He stroked it, gently as if he really cared, but still he said nothing.
The other room was my bedroom. He pulled down the covers and sat me on the edge of the bed. I'd pretty well stopped my crying now, and he wiped my face with a tissue. He pulled my lips apart and in went a nerf ball this time. I closed my lips and he taped them shut. I guess I had no more to say that evening.
He lay me face up on the bed, tied my ankles crossed, and tied them to the bedpost. I could move around on the bed, roll over even, but that was it.
He got off the bed, I could hear him rummage through my room, mostly at my dressing table. He found something, and sat on the bed again. I felt something drip on my tummy, it was a liquid that had almost no temperature. His hand followed, and spread the substance gently around in larger and larger circles on my tummy. My baby oil!
His hands were a little rough, but he used them well. For the next few minutes he massaged me with baby oil. God! I wish I could find a boyfriend that would do this! It was feeling really good. I was in trouble, but if you've got to pass some time waiting to see if you live or die, this was certainly beat watching a video.
My front side had been oiled and rubbed from head to toe -- rubbed a couple times -- when he got off the bed and left. He put some earplugs in my ears, and closed the door behind him.
I relaxed for a while, I don't know how long. Finally, the relaxed glow faded and I figured I'd better get back to the job of escaping, if I could. I tried my ankles, tried my wrists again. No luck.
I noticed that my shoulders had finally started to ache, so I shook off some more of the glow and turned over on my stomach. I nearly fell off the bed. I balanced precariously while I seriously tried pulling my wrists out of their encircling loops. Nothing subtle this time, I pulled and twisted as hard as I could. No luck. No luck with the knots either. I needed a tool.
My dressing table! There were brushes, pencils, and even a pair of scissors in a drawer.
How to get there? I could untie myself from the bedpost and hop over? How to get to the bedpost? I could fall from where I was, but that would hurt and make noise. I could roll back on my back and get off from a sitting position. That would be a lot quieter and gentler.
I tried to roll back, but I was stuck. I was just about to take the plunge off the bed when I heard the door open. He was back. He lifted me back onto the center of the bed. He undid my hands. I hadn't realized how stiff they'd gotten. My arms were so cramped I could hardly move them. He helped bring them around in front of me. Then slowly he brought them over my head. There he retied them, and tied them to the bedpost. Now I was roped diagonally across my bed.
I was treated to another baby oil delight -- this time I was rubbed head to toe on my back. But this time was different, he was naked, and when he finished, he hopped on my back. He started moving his whole body up and down mine. Our bodies slid over each other in a really slimey sensuous way. It was right out of some erotic movie scene. I could feel him get excited.
To start with I was a little turned off that he was taking advantage of me this way, but just a little. Yes, he was humping on me. Yes, I tied helpless hand and foot while he was doing this. But I wasn't getting tortured or raped or anything, and he had sure gone out of his way for me over the last couple hours. Pretty soon I was going with the flow again. He heaved and I heaved back.
I think he really enjoyed those few minutes. Best I could tell, he got off about three times. In the end I enjoyed it too. It's fun when you can really get in rhythm with a man and bring him to a climax. And three times...
He got off. I was in a warm glow again. A few minutes later, through the earplugs, I heard the cellular beep. I waited what seemed like a long time. He was back, and he undid the rope holding my ankles to the bed post. There was the click of the recorder.
"Do not move for ten minutes." <click> He poked me, I nodded, he left.
I waited the ten minutes, and more. It was over, and I wanted to make really sure nothing happened to me or my father. With my legs free I could move forward and undo the rope holding my wrists to bed post. In a minute my wrists and ankles were free, and I was pulling tape and cotton from my eyes, ears and mouth.
In five minutes I was on the phone calling Dad. He picked up on his cellular,
"Yes." he said perfectly calmly.
"Dad, are you all right?" I said breathlessly.
"I'm fine, dear. How are you?" He was calm, almost patronizing, or distracted by his driving. He really sounded as if nothing, NOTHING, had happened.
"I... I... I'm fine. I said. Will you be home this evening?"
"Let me think. Yes, I should be."
"I thought I'd drop over."
"That would be nice, dear. I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
I put down the phone. He was dead calm. What had happened to me? What had happened to him? Was this thing so big and scary that he couldn't talk about it on the cellular, even after he had "done the favor?"
Or... had nothing happened to him... really nothing happened to him! Was this adventure I'd experienced just between me and Mr. X, with nothing to do with Dad? Was I talking to a tape recorder not a cellular phone when I talked with Dad in the living room?
I sat down, confused. Now I really wished I knew: What business is my Dad in? I guess I'll find out tonight... or maybe not.
-- The End --
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