My Secret Lair

Preparing my garage space for the night’s fun had taken a lot more work than I would ever publicly admit to, but my hard work meant that after a short drive, I had a private and properly furnished location to house my hostage. Ashley gave a small squeak as my car pulled to a stop, and I spent a moment admiring the helpless girl in my backseat before I stepped out of my car and collected her from the backseat. She remained quiet during the short trip into the garage, and it wasn’t until after I plopped her down in a steel chair and closed the garage door that she began to whimper again.

“M-mister? Where am I? P-please untie me, sir. I know you’re not going to let me go, but please-” Ashley quit speaking when I took hold of her chin in my hand, shivering quietly as I turned her face this way and that, examining my prize. Satisfied, I moved behind her, where her bound arms were awkwardly pressed against the back of the chair. With careful movements, I unwrapped her arms from each other, then, before she had a chance to pull away, tied them to the frame of the chair instead. I made sure to leave plenty of give, and the position of her arms was a much more natural one overall, even if it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Her legs received the same treatment next, although I took a bit of extra time to run my hand along her smooth skin, from her ankles to her thighs and back. Once secured, I stood up, and she wiggled against her restraints. Satisfied, I reached forward and pulled the blindfold away. “There we are, girl. Home sweet home.”

Ashley blinked against the dim light of the garage, finally able to see her captor. The excitement was visible behind her feigned terror, and she had already developed a visible blush. She squirmed in place, causing the chair to rock slightly, but I had long since secured it in place for just such an occasion, so she was in no risk of tipping. When it became obvious that no amount of wiggling would free her from the chair, Ashley turned to me with scared eyes.

“I’m scared, mister. What are you going to do to me?”

Rather than respond verbally, I gave Ashley a hungry smile and stepped towards her. She was helpless to refuse my advance as I pressed my lips forcefully against hers. Her lips parted quickly, and our tongues mingled in her mouth for a moment before I pulled back, leaving her panting and breathless. “What am I going to do to you?” I whispered, moving down so I could breathe my words against her sensitive throat, “Everything.”

Ashley bit her lip in response and pushed her chest out, almost begging me to grope her, before remembering her role. “E-everything? P-please don’t hurt me. I swear, I’ll do whatever you say, just…”

I stroked Ashley’s face and made a shushing noise. “Oh, I don’t want to hurt you, doll. In fact,” My hand fell from her face to her waist, gently rubbing her torso through the thin fabric of her pajamas, “I think you’ll enjoy this next part...”