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The next morning, Bambi awoke feeling wonderfully alive, as she always did after a bondage session. She didn't know what it was about the sensation of rope against skin, but her orgasms were invariably deep, hard, and satisfying while bound. It wasn't just the ropes, though, it was also the implied loss of control. That's why she looked forward to online sessions with Roger. It was one thing to tie herself up, it was quite another give up control to him, let him tell her what to do. Once upon a time, she wondered about it, worried if it was "normal," but had since put such worries aside. Anything that felt so good had to be all right.
Of course, the ideal would be to find the right partner to play bondage games with in "real life." She'd tried it with a couple of boyfriends in the past, but for one reason or another, they proved unacceptable. With no prospects at the moment, her online partner was as much reality as she needed. After showering, she stood staring at her closet. She was still feeling a bit horny and decided to tease the guys at work that day, not to mention herself. She picked out a tight pastel pink sweater with a low, scoop neckline. It revealed just enough cleavage to invite looks without being overtly slutty. The short black skirt she chose was really quite plain; it was the way she would walk in it that would produce the desired effect, especially in her four-inch pumps. As she zipped up the skirt, another thought came to her. Quickly, she unzipped and shimmied out of the skirt. She retrieved a length of rope from her stash of toys, folded it in half, and wrapped the doubled cord around her waist. Holding the loop in back, she brought the two loose ends around, slipped them through the loop, and guided the rope between her legs. She was breathing heavily when she knotted the rope at just the spot where it passed over her clit, then pulled it snug and tied it off in front. Grabbing the skirt again, she finished dressing and stood in front of the mirror. Her face looked flushed. It seemed to be screaming out, "I have a knotted rope pressing against my cunt," but the rope was really quite inconspicuous. For several moments, she turned this way and that, leaned over, bent down, trying to determine if the rope could be seen from any angle. Satisfied at last, she got her purse and headed out the door. As she drove through town, she wondered how long she could go like this. Every movement seemed to cause the rope to shift, the knot rubbing against her just so. She'd have to concentrate on stifling the little gasps that kept escaping her lips. Maybe she wouldn't make it through the whole day, but it would be fun while it lasted. "Hey, Bambi. You look awesome today," called Alex as she sashayed into the office. "Why, thank you, Alex," she said sweetly. The boys were noticing already. Yes, this would definitely be fun. By the time she got to her desk, her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She'd received several more comments on her appearance, and her panties were drenched from the stimulation of the crotch-rope. A visit to the ladies room would be needed soon, and not for the usual reason. She turned on her computer and waited for the instant message program to start up. Her face fell when she saw that Roger wasn't logged on yet. Maybe later. In the meantime, she got to work. Or at least, she tried to get to work. She found herself just staring blankly at the report she was supposed to be working on. The only thoughts that came to mind involved ropes and clits; ropes and breasts; ropes, ropes, ropes. It was clear she wasn't going to last long at this rate. After only ten minutes, she snatched up her purse and hurried to the ladies room. In the stall, she pulled her skirt down and fumbled with the knot on the crotch-rope. As she did, she couldn't avoid pulling the rope deeper into her slit. The knot against her clit pressed harder and harder. She didn't remember tying the rope so damned tight. Come on, she thought. At last, it loosened. She yanked the rope off and shoved it into her purse, then pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet.
Hunting Bambi, Chapter 2
Immediately, her right hand sought her pussy. Her fingers reached and thrust almost on their own, diving deep within her fiery need. At the same time, she shoved her left hand into her mouth to stifle her own moans. She closed her eyes and pictured herself bound and gagged. She saw herself in a chair, ropes cutting into her flesh. They were so tight, so inescapable. She was completely at the mercy of a stranger, a man who had captured her to use for his pleasure.
Her hand thrust faster, harder as she imagined the scene. "Uhn..." she moaned.
"Is everything all right in there?" asked a concerned voice.
Bambi pulled her fist away from her mouth. "Fine," she gasped, trying to hide the wantonness she felt in her voice. "Just a little tummy ache." More like a little pussy ache, she thought as she resumed masturbating. Soon she felt the waves of orgasm rising from deep within her. They peaked and ebbed quickly, too quickly, but she didn't want to prolong it and risk being discovered. She glanced at her left hand. Deep tooth-marks indented her flesh.
Sitting back, she caught her breath. She stood, put herself together, flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall. Fortunately, whoever had been there was gone. Standing over the sink, she studied herself in the mirror. Her image stared back at her, an attractive woman of 31, shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, bright smile. No, she thought as she freshened her lipstick, it's not obvious what she was just up to. She had to assure herself, because, even though it wasn't the first time she'd taken a "special break" like this, it always felt as if people would somehow know what she'd been up to just by looking at her.
The rest of the day was uneventful, except for the men she continued to tease every time she walked by. It was cute the way they tried to hide the fact that they were looking. Mustn't risk a sexual harassment charge, she chuckled to herself.
She had hoped to chat with Roger during the day, but he never logged on. Did he say he would be busy that day? She couldn't remember. In any event, she managed to get plenty of work done.
By the end of the day, she was tired and thankful to get home. As she stepped up to the door to her apartment building, a man stood there, trying different keys in the lock from the entryway into the main lobby. She didn't recognize him. Bambi took out her own key, and opened the door. She began to pull it closed behind her, keeping the stranger locked out.
"Please," he said. "Let me in. I'm new in the building, and left my key in my apartment."
She'd heard that line before. No way would she let someone in unless she knew them personally. She studied him. He seemed sincere. "What's your apartment number?" she asked.
The man looked confused. "Um, 415."
Bambi lived just down the hall from 415, but had never seen him before. She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't take any chances." She pulled the door shut and rang for the elevator as the man yelled at her from the other side of the locked door.
When she got to her apartment, she stepped inside as she usually did. She headed past the small kitchen/dining area to the living room where she would sit back and relax for a few minutes, as she usually did. But just as she got to the living room, there was a sudden motion. She only saw it from the corner of her eye. A hand reached over her mouth. A large, strong hand. It clamped down tight while an arm swung across her chest.
The next few seconds played out in slow motion. She didn't have time to turn or react in any way. Her eyes stared wildly ahead as she reached up, clawing, scratching, trying to break the hold. She kicked and squirmed, but the vise-like grip held her tight. She felt herself lifted bodily. Her feet left the floor as the man pulled her into the room.
She screamed as loud as she could, but heard only a faint muffled sound. Her voice was absorbed by the cloth. The cloth in the hand. She hadn't even noticed it at first. It completely covered her mouth and nose. It was damp with an odd, sweet-smelling liquid. What was it? What was that smell? Something told her not to breathe the fumes, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She struggled, not breathing, for several seconds. Or was it minutes? At last, she had to breathe.
The room started spinning. It went in and out of focus. She could hear her panicked heartbeat throbbing in her ears, felt the hot heavy breath of her attacker on the back of her neck. She gasped, drank in more of the fumes. She felt dizzy, sick to her stomach. The terror went on for so long, it seemed like hours. Her eyelids felt so heavy. She kept blinking, forcing them open, only to feel them shut again. At last, she could fight no more. Her strength seemed to drain out of her like water from a tub. Her arms fell to her sides. Her knees buckled. As blackness enveloped her, she heard a male voice. It said, "You're mine now, Bambi."
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