just a quickie fantasy inspired by this image that I happened across…
Even though I had told her I was a submissive male, she told me I probably wasn’t her type. She said she was looking for “more – or actually less – than a submissive. More like… an object.” I was disappointed. I was hugely attracted to her!
“What do you mean by an object?” I asked, not willing to give up so easily.
“Mmmmmm… It would be much easier to show you than it would be to explain it. It’s like describing the color red to the color red. Conversation about it always falls short. Until you’ve been inside it. Once you’re inside it, there’s no need for conversation. If you really want to know, follow me out to my car.”
So I followed her.
She had parked at the far corner of the lot, away from the street lights. She popped the trunk, pulled out a black trash bag and thrust it at me. “Clothes, shoes, wallet, phone. ” She stood back with arms crossed, waiting. It was a dare. I looked around and seeing nobody, I took the dare. She took back the bag and put it in the front seat of the car then closed the door and put me in the trunk. Three zip ties and I was in a hogtie – and then the tape around my head made speaking and seeing impossible. She smiled and closed the trunk. I heard her walk away. It felt like hours before she finally came back, started the car and drove off.
About an hour later we stopped and I heard a click and the whir of a motor as a garage door closed. She opened the trunk and cut the zip ties binding my legs, then hauled me out of the trunk and marched me through a warm house and then down some stairs. She pressed me to my knees and I felt her place a metal collar around my neck. I heard the click of padlocks locking it first snugly around my throat and then to the concrete wall.
Since then, I’ve been in this place that I’ve never seen from the outside. Naked, hands cuffed, neck chained to her wall. Even when she hasn’t placed the hood on me, there are no windows, no clues to my location, whether it is day or night or even what time it might be. And there has been no conversation about the things she’s done to me so far. The interrogations, the seemingly endless list of rules to be obey, the punishments & torture for disobeying any of them… or sometimes simply for her own glee.
She eventually caressed my hooded face one morning while taking away my empty dog food bowl and whispered that it’s only been about two weeks. “Soooo much more time for us my little object…”