TW: Intox, cnc, restraints, abduction
Good morning, Sleepyhead.
Everything is wrong. Darkness surrounds you. Something is strapped around your head. All you can hear are the sounds of AC humming, and the quiet sound of breathing not your own in front of you. Immediately, you realize your hands and legs are bound to your chair. Trying to speak proves useless, your mouth is full of something soaked in your own drool and something else. An unknown pair of jingle and scraping sounds are heard when you try to thrash around. 5 seconds of consciousness and any hope of control is lost.
Shhhhh shhhhh shhhhh, it’s okay. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you. Not while I’m here.
The feeling of soft, gentle hands touching the sides of your head is silent and without warning. You flinch, and the feminine voice attempts to soothe you until you remain still.
I’ve got you. You don’t need to be scared, Baby.
What did you remember last? Where are you? You remember your name, your birthday, who you are, but… how did you get here? The last thing you remember were the neon lights of a bar. You remember striking up a conversation with a femme, confident in your new outfit that you picked out, and you ordering drinks for the both of you. The very last thing on the edge of your memory, aside from how enchanting she smelled, is her making a comment about how you should probably slow down, and the words “Don’t worry, I’m not a lightweight” being your last.
Here, you should drink some water. I told you that you should have slowed down, and you blacked out. But that’s okay, I’m so happy to take care of you. Now hold still for me.
You feel the cold metal stud and buckle of a leather strap as she restrains your head to the back of your chair. Then, the thing strapped to your head is carefully taken off, and your gag removed. The feeling of glass against your bottom lip, then cold water down your throat. As terrified as you are, the water is welcome.
Only a minute later, your captor commands your mouth to Open. The gag parts your jaw once again, completely soaked, with that strange sweetness even heavier. It commands a feral desire in your soul. One crying out for you to taste more and ravage its source.
You’re such a good girl for not biting me. You’ve earned having your muzzle off, but I still need to keep you nice and quiet. I hope how I sweetened them makes it at least a little more comfortable. I figured you’d enjoy it given how many times you said you wanted to taste me.
You barely just have enough time to process her wetness-soaked-panties between your jaws when you feel her hands glide over your hips to your thighs. There is a primal, base energy in your form that has you simply know she is looking up at you from between your legs on her knees. Every muscle in your body is tensed enough to be counted as a workout. Without realizing, your hips slowly push upward as if magnetized to something calling to them in the darkness beyond your blindfold.
Everything goes still as you feel fingertips on the button of your jeans.
…you’ll be free to leave if you want.
You had an answer. Terrified, completely helpless, and every ounce of common sense in your soul was telling you to just leave.
A sudden weight presses down against your sex. Her face nuzzles against you like an animal in heat. Pleading. Like a carnivore luring its prey into where it will be devoured.
…you will be so well rewarded.
All you must do is let me grant it to you.
